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scorpioriesling · 9 months ago

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Good Things Come in Groups of Three

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Pairing(s): Liam x Bodhi x Ridoc x reader

Warnings: mdni, 18+, heavy smut, p in v, oral, threesome… this is quite graphic lol

Summary: After a long day with your trainer, the last thing you need is his friend mouthing off to you -- especially when it's a topic he has no business "educating" you about. Ready to rinse off the day and finally catch a few hours of sleep, you're not expecting company; but, you come to realize maybe it's not all that unwelcome.

SR’s Note: So... this is my first time? Writing? Smut involving more than just two consenting parties? So like... please don't tear me to shreds. <3 I really, really tried, and I apologize for the wait time, I have so many WIPs and I wanted to do my best on this for you; I appreciate your patience! This uses prompts #10 and #73 from my Prompt Request Masterlist. Enjoy (:

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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"Come on Y/L/N -- harder!"

Sweat runs down the back of your neck as you draw back, raising your gloved fists in defense for what felt like the hudredth time that evening. Bodhi stood before you, his left brow raised tauntingly as he motioned for you to move with a curl of his fingers.

"Do it again, but do it harder this time," he instructs, repeating the forward motion with his fingers. You huff in frustration, awareness creeping in of how late it had gotten. The moon was now hanging above the clouds, barely anyone was left in the gym... and you had Bodhi, your trainer, keeping you here late.

You lunged forward, throwing your weight into him. He stumbled, back, but you weren't strong enough to knock him off of his feet. You thrust your clenched fist out, aiming to at least leave him doubled over -- again, you were too slow. He caught your wrist, twisting your arm behind your back and shoving you to the ground. Your hipbone connected roughly with the mat, surely to leave a bruise; but that paled in comparison to your strangled breaths as the wind was completely knocked from your lungs.

"B...Bod...hi.." You writhed beneath him as he pinned you, his form pressed completely atop you to keep you from rising. A pleading cough was all you could get out before his warm breath ticked against the shell of your ear.

"Tapping out?" He rasped, the rough patches on his worn leather gloves rubbing your wrists raw. You nodded frantically, and he sighed, smacking the mat before releasing you. The air was a welcome relief as it flodded your lungs, each breath drawn in greedily as you rolled onto your back against the mat.

Bodhi leaned back on his heels, the slight shake of his head sending a soft ruffle through his dampened curls. He peered down at you with a disappointed look.

"Y/N, you know when you tap out during the real thing-"

"Bodhi, you were practically fuckin' killing me on that last one!" You squeaked, your head resting pathetically against the worn training mat. He tsks at you, cracking his knuckles and continuing to stare.

"You need to know how to hold your own. Especially against guys," he elaborates. You roll your eyes, but he continues. "Guys don't give a shit if you're small, or you're a girl, or you physically can't take them." He gives you a pointed look, and before he can say more, you hear the even more irritating sound of your fellow squadmate approaching.

"Hah, yeah, in fact," Ridoc chuckles, bending at the waist to peer over you. "Some twisted fucks try to get paired with girls on purpose, just because they know it's a different type of fight, and it's one they could win." He looks pitifully at you, the waves in his black hair falling over his forehead. You scoff, pushing onto your elbows and wincing at the pain blooming near your hip.

"You're annoying," you throw a pointed glance at your fellow first year, your eyes sliding to the trainer you were assigned by your absolutely-wonderful-and-charming wingleader next. "And so are you; running me into the ground, working me harder than anyone else here," you gesture around the gym, and laugh sarcastically as you notice it has emptied out.

"Oh! Wait. There is no one else here." You frown, and Bodhi only glowers at you.

"You'll be thanking me when it comes time for challenges and you can actually take down your opponents." He says nonchalantly, and you shake your head in disbelief.

Ridoc opens his mouth again from your right. "It's probably for the best anyway-"

"Ugh, Gods Ridoc, do you ever SHUT UP?" Your anger bubbles over, and he immediately stops talking. "I'm so tired, I'm worn out, I've been here all night sweating my ass off with him," you jerk your thumb toward his annoying upper-classman friend. "Now, I have to listen to you run your mouth, too?" You sigh frustratedly, glaring at the moon through the open window.

You push to your feet then, sending one final angry look at the two friends.

"All on a fucking school night, too!"

You turn on your heel, making way for the locker rooms. You cross your arms, feeling the smallest victory won as you approach the locker room door.

It's short lived when you hear their mocking laughter from the training room behind you.

You slam the door shut, grumbling and growling as you stomp by the grayed-out stalls. What the hell is their deal, anyway? Surely you could handle your own. Not every guy here is looking for a girl to go after, anyhow.

Approaching the mirrors, you sigh heavily, bracing your hands against the cool ceramic of the sink.

So what if you were paired with a man. You would be able to hold your own -- they were just afraid of looking weak. That had to be it.

You stared at your reflection for a moment, taking in the bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep. Your ponytail was nearly undone, so many hairs had fallen in the hours you'd been forced to train here.

Screw Bodhi for making you stay so late. You shook your head, thinking about him pinning you to the mat. He didn't care how tired you were -- he did it anyway. And Ridoc, he never knew when to stop running those full lips of his...

Screw them both, honestly.

You were pulled from your thoughts as the sound of a locker closing rang out, causing you to jump. Your heartbeat quickened; surely, no one else would be in here. The gym was empty when you walked out.

"Hello?" You called. Your feet felt frozen in place, your mind swimming with all of the possibilities. After a few moments of silence, you shrugged it off. It was late; perhaps with the lack of sleep, you were simply imagining things.

Of the four shower stalls available, you weighed your options before stepping into the one in the corner. Two were missing a shower curtain, and the other had a sign that read "Out of Order" in front of it. Not to mention the lack of a lightbulb in there; you went with the fully funtional option.

You peeled your clothes off, discarding them at the bench near the sinks before stepping in. You had just closed the curtain quietly, the room so eerily quiet when your mind began to wander. You could have sworn the locker rooms had six showers -- not four.

Again, you rolled your shoulders, chalking it up to be pure exhaustion that had you thinking these rediculous things. With a soft sigh, you reached for the shower handle.

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It seemed as though fifty things happened at once.

You had just let your eyes drift shut, your hand bracing the cool steel of the shower faucet as you awaited the feeling of the warm water to rain down on you.

In that same second, the curtain was abruptly shoved open, and you heard (definitely heard, not imagined) a male voice, asking, "Uhhh, what are you doing in here?"

Also, in that same second, you screamed. At the top of your lungs. Wide-eyed, shrill, screaming. Because why the fuck, was Liam Mairi, of all people, staring back at you, naked in the girl's locker room?

While he was also... naked... in the girl's locker room?

"Liam!" You screetched, reaching for the shower curtain in the same second he did. You pulled it toward yourself in an attempt to conceal what had already been exposed, but it seemed he had the same idea. It was as though tug-of-war was happening with the damned curtain, and in the end, his barely covered dick was pressed against your barely covered vagina. You braced a forearm across your chest in an attempt to hide your top half.

"Y/N, what the Hell-" he began, his cheeks reddening as he looked anywhere other than in your direction.

"Ohhh no," you roared. "What the fuck," you puncuated. "Are you doing. In the girls. Locker room!" You demanded. He let out a sarcastic laugh, his eyes drifting from the ceiling finally to meet yours.

"Are... are you serious right now?" He asked. Your eyebrows rose so high on your forehead, you thought they'd recede right into your hairline.

"Yes? It's, what, nearly midnight?" You seethe. He chuckles, his seaglass eyes roving across your face. You narrow your brows at him.

"It is midnight now, yes," he confirms. "I just got back from riding with Deigh, and since the shower in my dorm is taken..." he explains, his piercing gaze trailing over your mouth and drifting lower. "...I opted to use the ones down here. In the boys, locker room, I might add." He smirks, his pupils widening as he unashamedly takes in the cleavage you still have pressed against him.

Your cheeks burn, the embarassment of the entire situation, and now you've only gotten in worse with this compromising position you're in-

"H-hey," you say, your breaths quickening as you realize he is still quite literally oogling you. His gaze flicks up, the cool blue of his irises now darkened with lust as he's gone completely quiet. "My eyes are up here."

He chuckles, his bottom lip pulling between his teeth as his hand gently reaches around the curtain, the pads of his fingertips connecting with the curve of your exposed waist. You suck in a sharp breath, the steam from the shower providing no warmth under his icy gaze.

Sure, you could admit you had thought about your handsome squadmate in... rather unsavory positions before. Would you ever act on those? Probably not. You were only ever cordial before this, anyway -- but the way he was practically devouring you with his eyes right now had you feeling the need to rub your thighs together.

"You think she's still in here?"

Whatever trance Liam had you in was severed the moment you heard that taunting voice, your eyes widening with the realization.

"Probably, she never came back out."

You grabbed Liam by the shoulder, tugging him into the running water with you -- curtain be damned. You slid it shut, concealing yourself from the approaching males. Turning to face him, you see his face etched in concern. You pull him close to whisper.

"I think Ridoc and Bodhi are in here," you explain, and Liam's lips press into a line. You brace your hands on your hips, anxious now that they'll come looking for you, watching as you went right into the wrong locker room.

You turn your back to Liam, your flushed cheeks indication that you are aware the both of you are still fully nude together... only now, you're in the shower together. No barriers, no curtains between you two.

He steps toward you, his fingers cupping under the curve of your ass as he pulls you back to him. You hiss quietly, turning your neck to look up at him. He's already leaning over to say something, his lips trailing along the column of your neck.

"They can... still see your feet, you know."

You look down. You hadn't even considered the few inches between curtain and floor -- they'd surely know it was you. Not many other males in the Riders quadrant had pink toenails with flowers painted on them.

Liam's hands snake around your hips, pulling you flush against him. You can instantly feel his length pressed against your ass, and as his fingers continue to trail across your dewy skin, he twitches against you.

"Fuck..." he groans, low and gutteral against your throat before placing a wet kiss against your skin. You can hear Bodhi and Ridoc poking around, their voices becoming ever so closer.

"L-Liam... please," you pant, his hands travelling up to cup your breasts in his palms. He pinches your nipples hard between his fingers, causing you to bite down on your bottom lip to stifle your cry.

"Liam, please, you have to h-help me," you plead, and he chuckles lowly in your ear. You hadn't realized that you had begun moving your ass against him, his cock now pressed more firmly against your bum.

"Oh, I'll help you," he offers, his hands grabbing your hips and turning you around to face him. His lips merely ghost over yours as he speaks, staring directly down into your wide eyes.

"But you're gonna help me too." His hands slide underneath your butt, gripping the flesh as he lifts you off of your feet. He pulls you against his chest and you wrap your legs around his waist, the feel of his erection strong against your throbbing core. He backs you up until you're pressed against the stone wall, one of his hands moving underneath you as his eyes bore into yours.

"There -- now no one can see you." He grins, and you suck your bottom lip between your teeth. The muscles of his shoulders flex, and you watch as his hand moves in time beneath you; realizing he is stroking himself below your entrance. The epiphany sends another wave of heat through you, and he leans in close as his tip prods at your entrance.

"Now, be a good girl for me and keep quiet?" He smirks, and you all but nod before he slowly pushes himself inside of you, each inch stretching your aching pussy deliciously.

"Mmmm," You squeeze your eyes shut, trying your best to stifle your moans as he sheaths himself inside of you to the hilt, only pulling out a few inches before roughly shoving back in.

Your eyes fly open, your mouth wide as you stare up at him. He simply smirks at you, one hand palming your ass and the other bracing against the stone wall. He continues fucking himself into you, slowly at first, drinking in every quiet whimper you let out for him.

"So tight," he rasps, his gaze focusing on your breasts pressed against him once more. You fight to keep any noises at bay, worried that Gods forbid another person pulls back the shower curtain-

"Ohhhh! Looks like Y/N came in here on purpose, huh!" Ridoc's taunting voice bellows, a blast of cool air flooding the warm shower as he yanks open the shower curtain. Your nipples harden at the sudden temperature change, only seeming to turn Liam on more. Ridoc chuckles at the scene before him, and you watch as your trainer approaches from behind.

"It's... it's not what it looks...like-"

"Oh, I think it's exactly. What it looks like." Bodhi cocks an eyebrow, glancing to Liam who has not let up on his relentless deepstroking. "Is this exactly what it looks like?"

Liam smirks, glancing between you and the two males watching the scene before them. "Oh, it is exactly what it looks like."

You gasp, looking up at him in disbelief. "Liam! What-"

"I've heard enough." Bodhi says, raising a hand in silence. He only sighs, his eyes raking over your naked form before him. Your cheeks heat as Liam adjusts his angle, his hand gripping the back of one of your knees as he drives into you harder. You can't help the moan the escapes; the sheer force at which he's fucking you is enough to make anyone wet at the sight of it.

"Thought she deserved something -- been a pretty good girl for me, anyway," Liam praises, and Ridoc rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, well she was bein' a fuckin' brat during training today-"

You glare from your place on the wall, watching as his devilishly handsome lips tilted up in a smirk.

"Ridoc... I said... shut... up..." you pant. Bodhi leans against the stone wall, chewing on the inside of his lower lip as he watches your breasts bounce with every thrust Liam gives you. "Ah... oh.. fuck, Liam I'm-"

Liam groans against the hollow of your throat, his cock twitching inside of you before shooting thick ropes of cum deep into your pussy. The tether inside of you snaps, your warm release trickling out of you and running over the curves of your thighs. You're panting, still coming down from your high when Ridoc opens his mouth again.

"Why don't you shut me up then?" He says, his voice thick as he pushes his sweat shorts over his muscled thighs. Liam places you gently back on the ground, the aftershocks of your first orgasm finally wearing off as you saunter toward Ridoc. You shove the shower curtain aside; clearly, there was no concern for getting clean anytime soon.

Approaching the bench where your clothes lay, you push against his shoulders, watching as he yields to your touch. He lies flat on his back near the edge of the bench, his toned legs tapering off the end to where his feet plant flat on the floor.

He grins cheekily up at you, his eager hands guiding your waist as you swing your leg over his chest. He grips at your thighs, squeezing your skin as you position your leaking heat just above his awaiting mouth.

"This will do," You say, looking down at him and smirking. He groans, fingers pulling you to sit all the way down on his tongue. Immediately he gets to work, his lips exploring each and every inch of your throbbing core while his hands grip your ass, perched lightly on top of his chest.

"Ohhh... fuck," you moan, your fingers threading through his onyx locks as you begin to lightly rock your hips against his expert tongue. He licks up into you, illiciting more whines of pleasure from you as your fingers tug on his locks. He growls into your cunt, the sound sending another wave of pleasure through you that has one hand leaving his hair and playing with your nipple instead, imagining how good his mouth would feel there if this was any indication.

"Ridoc, yes, yes..." You chant, your eyes drifting toward the abandoned shower you had retreated from before. No longer is Bodhi leaned against the wall -- the space is empty, save for a few articles of clothing on the ground.

You let out a sharp gasp as your hair is suddenly yanked, forcing your chin up as dark brown eyes stare lustfully down at you. From the corner of your eye, you watch as a blonde head strides over, sitting on the bench a couple of feet away and leaning against the row of lockers.

"You don't seem so eager to get to bed now that your cunt's being eaten," Bodhi snarls, his gaze trazing over your face contorted in pleasure. You can't think of a witty a response, no comeback in mind -- especially as Ridoc moves below you, his nose prodding against your clit. You let out a breathhy gasp, your mouth hanging open and Bodhi only shakes his head at you.

"Mouth looks a little empty," he grits out, gripping your chin harshy before releasing you. He strides before you, his fingers tugging on his length before sitting in front of you on the bench. Your mouth practically waters at the sight; he's huge. He sees it too, as he scoffs at you.

"You wanna mouth off all night -- bend over and take it all then," he challenges. Ridoc's hand moves to grip his own length, moving in quick thrusts as you bend before him, lowering on your hands until his glistening tip is positioned just before your lips.

"Said you could handle a man yourself... handle me then," he looks at you darkly, and you glare at him, shoving his entire length down your throat in one thrust. You gag around him, his intimidating size measuring up. When you draw your head back, his hand threads through the mess of a ponytail you have left, roughly gripping the back of your head and forcing your mouth all the way back down on his cock.

"Fuck... so pretty, taking my dick all the way down that little throat," he groans. Tears prick the corners of your eyes, the combined sensation with Ridoc's punishing tongue nearly pushing you over the edge almost too much. When Bodhi releases you again, you stick out your tongue, and he taps his length against it.

"Fucking hot," he mutters, watching you through half-lidded eyes. You dare a glance to your right, catching sight of Liam relaxed on the nearly bench, fisting his own cock at the sight of you getting both males off at once. His head is rolled back in pleasure, his eyes closed as he drags his fingers up, and down, and up...

You don't have time to warn Ridoc before your orgasm rolls through you, your thighs shaking beside his head. You glance up, surprised to see Bodhi panting heavily as you continue sucking him at a slow, punishing pace.

"Fuck... oh fuck-"

He plunges his cock deep, shooting his cum down your throat. You gag, the size stretching your throat around him as he whimpers before you with each twitch of his cock. You focus on swallowing every last drop; though a small part of you cheers in silent victory that you have Bodhi Durran whimpering for you.

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You're spent. You're absolutely spent; surely, you'd been in here hours now, the three males delighting in pulling orgasm after orgasm from you, and you doing the same for them.

Nonetheless, you still find yourself happily sitting atop Ridoc's lap, bouncing on his thick length in the early hours of the morning.

"Fuck, Y/N... just like that, bounce that ass on my dick, just like that," his arms are wrapped around your waist, holding you against him as you ride him, milking every last drop out of his delicious length. It was the only time, you'd admit, you liked hearing the sound of his voice.

"Tongue," Liam commands, and you open your mouth wide, letting your tongue fall out per his request. He grins, giving your head a little pat before tapping it with his silky-smooth dick.

"Good girl," he praises, slipping into your awaititng mouth with ease. Your eyes roll back, his tip hitting the back of your throat as Ridoc's thrusts were now brushing your cervix. Your hands gripped his shoulders, and he delighted in the way your strangled groans sounded right next to his ear.

It was the sharp slap on your right butt cheek that had your walls fluttering around Ridoc though, Bodhi's fingers lightly tugging on your hair again in silent control.

"You like being fucked, is that it, hm?" He asked, landing another slap against your skin. You cried out, Liam pulling his cock from you for only a moment to hear your pleasure-filled screams.

Another slap -- this time, you felt yourself on the edge.

"Fuck!" You sobbed, your fucked out expression staring at Liam with your rounded eyes. He sucked in a breath, his hand working his cock as he slipped his thumb into your mouth.

"Taking it so well..." he mumbled, his eyes closing only for a moment before sticky spurts of cum covered you, painting your chin and neck with the evidence. He sighed in pleasure, Ridoc slowing his relentless pounding before he pulled his dick from you, his cum shooting across your boobs and painting your skin in his seed.

"Fuck... I'm so close," Bodhi groaned, his hands hauling you off of his friend and bending you over the sink. Before you had a moment to adjust, he filled you with his length, his hips snapping against your ass harshly. His fingers gripped your throat, tilting your chin to gaze at yourself in the mirror. Your mouth dropped open, watching the attractive male behind you fuck himself into you mercilessly.

"This perfect fucking cunt," he grunted, his chocolate curls swaying with each thrust. "Watch how good you take it, baby," he ground out, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. Your stomach tightened, your eyes rolling back as his dick rubbed against your sensitive spot.

"Bodhi... Bodhi, please, I'm cumming-" You squeaked, and with a few sharp thrusts, he came inside you, pulling out to watch hungrily as the white liquid dripped out of your raw cunt. You gripped the sink's edge, panting as the weight of the evening's activities took hold of you. Glancing to the shower, you sighed, chuckling at the thought.

"You still have time, if you want to actually clean up before class," Ridoc chuckles, pulling his shorts on from behind you. Liam yawns, stretching his arms wide as he glances at you through the mirror. Bodhi grabs your clothes, extending them to you. You take them with a shaky hand, chuckling softly and shaking your head. You could barely believe the direction the night had gone.

"Yeah... I think I may just skip class today."

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Part 2

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grotesquevi · 1 month ago

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18+ minors and men do not interact, smut with a lot of plot and tons of fluff, modern au, drunk making-out, strap-on use, mutual and private masturbation (yikes) my girl here is on a yearning journey, friends-to-lovers trope, mentions of drugs and alcohol, bit voyeurism if you blink and try to hide the sun with your finger, descriptions of blood and injuries, might write an epilogue following this pardon my french im weak. wc: 12.5k

side note # this was a three-part series i made for my previous blog vicorices when reaching 800 followers, (the blog's terminated by tumblr out of nowhere if you're confused) — there's an ellie and sevika version too connected with the same site and the same cam!girl user, it's listed bellow but you take a look at the directory if you want to.

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violet vanderson's having the worst week of her life when powder's parking the car in front of her new apartment.

first she loses this big fight she's been killing herself for: a black eye, broken rib, humiliated to the point she don't ever want to step foot in the pit club anymore, and then, like it's already not enough, her tiny apartment floods with this nasty water and she's told she's surrounded by mold and not only a broken pipe, so she has to move before her lugs get more fucked than they already are.

misery loves her it seems, and luck was never on her side, clearly. not even when her sister seemed to have this optimistic cloud that followed her and tried to spread everywhere, cause it seems vi only carried the opposite: a dark, thunder cloud that made her grumpy as she thought about how much she loved what it used to be her apartment, the late night beers she tossed to the trash can like a personal contest, the endless mornings with a killer headache.

oh bittersweet nostalgia.

this place's different. falling apart. the chinese food smell leaks through the thick walls since there's a restaurant right next to the building and a huge stain in the ceiling right beneath her bed she don't want to inspect any further, afraid of the outcome as her sister's playful banter fill out the space.

"i think it's a really nice place, you're being dramatic since friday night" powder points out when opening the window, allowing the air to enter a room that seemed hermetically closed for too long — "cheer up cherry cake. a new place is always an awesome chance to re-start, the sunlight's much better here, and you have takeout food literally in the same block."

"easy to say when most of your clothes don't smell like a swamp" at least 70% of her belongings now hold this funny smell of humidity she despises, carrying more cardboard boxes from outside back to her new apartment — “the whole place smells like orange chicken, you know i like orange chicken right? it will make me sick in a week."

"well, i think this place will grow on you in a week" the blue-haired correct her words, "orange chicken or not. it's bigger than your last apartment and i tell you vi- seems better, you need to trust my vision."

the problem here is her powder has the attention span of a sardine, cause when she hears the door closing right next to her big sis place, she's running outside with a bright smile before vi can even try to stop her, quickly jumping across the boxes on the floor to instead, jump out in front of you, making you flinch as you seemed distracted by your phone.

"hiya, new neighbor" it takes you out of your bubble, making you pull out the earbud from your left ear as you accept her expecting hand, energetically shaking yours as she speaks again — "powder here. that's my sister vi. she's moving in today."

"hey," you greet them trying to be kind even when you're not really interested, "welcome to this shit-hole."

funny. pulls out a silent laugh from vi's lips as they curl into a smirk paying more attention to you: does she knows you from somewhere?

"seems like you two are neighbors" as far as powder's trying to see on the bright side, her plans are now failing miserably as you cement her casket calling the complex a shit-hole, and she has to awkwardly stop shaking your hand when realizing she's been doing it for too long "it's really nice to meet you- isn't it vi?"

tell her. fucking tell her it's nice to meet her you grumpy dog.

vi can almost hear her sister's words when nodding, adding some more to her pleasure only so she wont give her some unsolicited pep talk later — "yeah. nice."

it's something, makes her satisfied as your eyes dart around the apartment complex right next to your door, pretty similar to yours. the clean spaces and the boxes piling right over the other before you're taking in the sight of your new neighbor for a quick moment.

"good luck with the mess, vi" you reply, shoving your phone back in the pocket of your jacket as she can hear what you're listening to from the sound leaking out of the earbud "see you two around."

she don’t want to say she may know you out loud, cause she know powder’s going to be feral about it: where exactly did she know you from? she don't have an answer.

before her brain even starts to work, you disappear by pulling the tiny headphone back in your ear, moving your head to the rhythm of the music as you go down the stairs and vi's really thankful about pow-pow's life choices, cause she has the decency to wait for you to disappear before finally saying:

"holy shit, she's cool as fuck, did you see that?"

"yes, i did see that" she replies — maybe too grumpy, maybe too focused on her own anger of having to move out; you're pretty yes, but she has serious stuff to focus on and zero time to flirt, so vi looks at her sister, unfazed. "she's good, can we go back to you helping me organizing now? i need your help."

"boring, there's no need to take the fun out of everything you know?"

and vi might be too busy in that moment, but she has plenty of time to think about you the week after, when she's finally getting rid of the boxes and she's going back to the usual routine she keeps before the chaos, the three-hour sessions in the gym and the fights during the weekend; even when her ego's bruised.

where did she see you before? man, why is it so hard to remember?

the days go on by, and vi finds herself getting interested in you since she can't shake this feeling of knowing you from somewhere, not really catching on where exactly, but there in her stomach as she tries to have an answer to her thoughts: was it the lesbian bar? were you a bartender somewhere she has no memory of? a celebration after winning? she passes out most of the time, it would make much sense she don't fully remember you.

and it’s weird, cause by the days, she grows curious about it. starts like a breeze on a summer morning, slowly and barely there when she encounters you right in the hallway, usually listening your music with a big hoodie on. chaotic hair, you say hi just because she's saying it first, brushing off her existence as you rush somewhere else — every night.

maybe you're a dj? you have this look that goes with it.

frustrates her since she cannot wrap her finger about it, and she don't want to talk it with anyone else either, not powder, not her friends nor any neighbor from the complex even when she could ask on the most subtle way she can, not when they’re already making so many efforts in winning the new inquiline's heart.

7A baked her a bunch of chocolate cookies she's been chewing when she's suffering from muchies fever after smoking, 8B happens to have the biggest record collection in runeterra, 9D has at least three cats, and vi's already getting attached to the orange one that loves to sunbath in her window, so even as she tries to be this loner in the world — vi's sucked, inevitably into a welcoming community that does not waste time in making her feel welcomed.

by the second week she's being officially invited to this grill on her name, one scheduled for friday noon, and she cannot say no, cannot possibly think about rejecting the kindest old lady from 5C who's so lovely to give her a paper with all the information printed as she kisses her cheek with with pink lipstick since vi reminded her of her daughter: happy. people is happy she's living in the same apartment complex.

that's new.

she has no soul to reject it. in fact, makes her feel warm even to the thought of it — did you take part in this too? it says it's organized by the whole community. that includes her nonchalant girl next door.

friday. her curiosity stays on top even when it's monday, when she's fucking rotting in bed, holding her phone in her right hand as she scrolls through twitter publications; a silent like, a bookmark on important information until she comes across this video.

it takes her time to snap out of it, when she's staring at the image and she's blushing to the point she needed to lock her phone and toss it to the floor without caring if it breaks more than it already is.

and it hits her all sudden, no you aren’t a dj. the girl in the video — this, sex tape, getting absolutely railed in the mattress, censored in all the important places, blabbering mess, hair sticky to the face.

it's fucking you.

now, vi's not a big fan of porn.

tries to avoid it as much as possible since it feels distant. weird. fake.

it's not a surprise when she refuses to see the video that popped up even when the image's already plastered in her mind, hanging like a damn poster in the middle of her thoughts vi cannot avoid as much as she tries to do so — she can recognize your face, the hair, the curve of your jaw, your neck and fuck.

feels forbidden. like a fine line she wishes not to cross. it's something personal even if it's public, belongs to you and she's quick to pretend she didn't see anything even when it's all she's thinking about lately.

vi has to wrap her mind about it for a day or two: you make gay porn. she may have seen a video ages ago and that's why she's recognizing you, memories her mind must have block for now since she don't remember any of it, not knowing how she feels about it: does she want to remember?

no. it’s not right. it's downright shameful to remember your face because she saw something even if it was ages ago, makes her blush, so by friday? vi swears to herself she's fucking forgetting it all. no matter how.

so in response she's avoiding you to the point her polite salutations stops to instead, just give you a bare side-eye look whenever she encounters you getting out of your place, switching her workout routine an hour before usual since it seems you get out when she’s arriving home, and it works. works because vi don't think about it, even she wants to use twitter and she's reminded from her brain directly: do not fucking do it.

works until friday at least. friday. damn friday.

she thinks she got it all figured out by then, excited as she goes to the rooftop, freshly showered, ready to pull out this social personality vi lacks off since she wishes to fit in, be welcomed in a new place as nice as she's been greeted by now.

so the pit fighter's talking to everyone by the first hour, presented to so many people vi cannot remember anyone’s name as she drinks from a cold beer and eat hotdogs. even when most of the community are elders, she's happy to offer her help to the old lady from 5C to install her brand new tv, and officially let sunshine, the orange cat, take naps on her window with her owner’s permission.

she's pretty fine until you came into the picture, carrying this strawberry pie she looks at for a moment as you're chatting with the neighbors so tenderly vi cannot help but feel a cruel pang of jealousy in her stomach: jealous of 80-years-old since they seem worthy of this smile she catches on even from where she is seated, this warmth when she can’t even get a single hey, losing the thread of the conversation she's having already.

sundresses are made to kill. it's their only purpose in life as you're chuckling at the other side of the rooftop and vi needs to make a real effort to go back to the conversation she's submersed in before you came to ruin it all, scratching the back of her head while begging to not seem so utterly distracted.

you've always been this beautiful? is it an crush disguised as burden curiosity?

she notices when you're asking for her, leaving the pie in the table before approaching and vi's stiffening in response, in a slutty tank top she kinds of regret now, pretending to be too invested in the conversation before feeling your presence hovering, standing right next to her.

"hi," you say trying to get her attention before smiling to the rest of the group — "vi, right? i live in 3B, we've crossed in the hallways. i talked to your sister before? blue hair and space buns.”

you talk like vi would not remember you, like powder didn't make you stop out of nowhere; as if she would forget about the image of the video pushing back into her brain and she has to kick herself for it: disres-fucking-pectful.

“yes, my sister- powder” and vi tries to be casual as she drinks from the beer bottle, the strong taste being a reminder of keeping her cool alive while it lasted “she was helping me move.”

"yeah, seems really cool" she makes a mental note on saying the compliment back to her sister, and you're good on making her forget about the rest of the people, about the left conversation she gave up midway— "i'm sorry for not being very polite before" you say, and she's furrowing her brows at the words. "been a really shitty neighbor.”

"well not really," vi states, thoughtfully "you always put music too late in the night, but i'm really willing to see past through it if you're saying sorry."

so you give her this smile she got fond of suddenly and it's enough to make her eyes narrow and know, like a vision from the future, you'll mean nothing but trouble, trouble there as you there stand in her view, hair slightly messy from the wind.

"it's on low volume, you cannot possibly hear," you try to defend your case, annoying cause vi already know she’s going to let you win anyway, "i make sure of it."

"i'm just kidding, you don't need to say sorry" you're not a bad neighbor, all jokes aside she didn't expected to be welcomed in such an active community of people, the cold treatment being something she found usual; before them, she barely even talked to their own neighbors herself "you're good. your loud music is fine, i can live with it."

she's such an idiot. so lame around pretty woman.

"are you enjoying the place so far?"

"well, if you don't count the smell, it's very nice."

"i know," you chuckle, and vi’s liking this whole making-you-laugh thing so far, "most of the inquilines here don't really have sense of smell at this point, so it's useless to try and fix it, been there already."

"shit, i know. we must be the youngest people here" — "sides knuckles, clearly."

"he's twelve," you shake your head while looking at the little kid who lives in 9E with an old couple who's daughter died years ago "doesn't count, i know for a fact he loves the smell since he's always hungry."

and for once, vi's glad she's never seen any video. even when blatantly lusting over your face.

she doesn't want to be weird with you. not when you live next door. when you both share a damn wall, when you're funny; not in a way i-will-seduce-you-somehow funny, but in a sense of i-can-be-your-friend, and not a damn pervert.

"they are good people though. you'll learn to forget about the smell and you wont feel it anymore after a while," you try to stay positive as you’re stuck in the same place that she is "it would be worst if we had something like fried chicken and french fries. that sticks to everything. the food’s good anyways, have you tried it already?"

"not really, you've been here for a while?"

"a year or so," you try to recall the exact date — "they threw a party for me too, it's like a tradition. the last inquiline in 3A wasn't really nice as you are."

well shit, that was a smooth compliment, and vi’s stuck on it for a minute or two as her fingers tighten around the glass bottle she’s holding.

“damn, and i was already feeling special, think you just shattered my heart” there it is again. that laugh that fills out the space for at least three seconds “they gave you hotdogs too? they’re really clever with this, keeping the people in like a cult.”

“we were on a better budget back then an went with burgers,” you reply “don’t take it personal, if it counts, i think the hotdogs taste better.”

so shit. it feels like it would be way easier if you were an absolute bitch and not a kind girl who laughs about every corny joke she's doing, if you didn't look so beautiful as the sun comes down leaving this trace of messy colors behind, clouds submerged in an orange, purple and red color that seems surreal for a moment: did she drink too much beer? impossible.

she doesn't feel dizzy when she's talking to you for the next hours, telling you about the pit fight and her constant failure of boxing career since friday night, oversharing about the broken pipe as you seem invested in hearing what brought her there, pressing your lips in a tight line when mentioning the mold and dying by poisoning.

"you won't die for mold," you reply holding the laugh in "you may have gone a little crazy, some lung issues and such, i'd stick with the orange chicken if i were you."

"well fine, laugh all you want to."

how she's not going to want it? how does violet make herself less interested in getting to know you? by the end of the grill, going down the stairs with you by her side she knows, deep down it's there as a not-so-hidden secret: just like her, you too need a friend, and you're not going to make it easy for her.

violet vanderson knows how to behave.

she can handle a conversation on her own, the way your eyes sometimes linger on her arms as you spend more time back in her place invading her almost every day since the grill, can deal with your comfy looks when no one but her is looking, a new found confidence you share after always knocking her door in a funny pajama pants she laughs at.

vi can even deal with your subtle way of flirting, the same way she don't know if you're actually messing with her or not since it's not a fucking surprise she's developing this huge thing for you, on how her stomach revolves every time she think about the photo she saw on what feels are ages ago.

it has only happen once — twice. but it's not like she's doing it on purpose, like she can help it as her hand goes down her pants and she has to muffle the sound of her own moans with a hand pressing over her parted lips since the walls are thin and she's sure you can listen.

it's a slip anyway, guilt pours over her when she's rubbing on her clit and vi's too deep in her mind, in the constricted face of pleasure you have, your parted lips, full of damn sin. man. fuck hotdozed.

and her fingers itch in need to take her phone and see every fucking video on the page. her irrational part that pulls her on being an asshole overshadowed every single time as she won't even look at her phone in response: she don't want that image of you, that commercial side, no. violet's greedy enough to want the privacy of you, the part you don't let anyone see.

so she allows it to happen for just ten minutes, so wet the arousal coat her underwear, soaked when drool covers her hand and she's fucking herself with the thought of you, your blue sundress, the way you looked and it's enough to make a mess, to curse out loud when she noticed how she didn't put a towel beneath to the point she has to ditch her sheets to the floor, too lazy to change them as she sleeps wrapped in a wool blanket.

friends.

vi's trying hard to be friends. even when she's masturbating in silence fueled by pure imagination, trying to be good as her damn libido seems already over the top, she tries to be this friend you need when you're outside her door with takeout food smelling much better than the pasta she cooked and vi is falling again, cause just like every moment during that week, she's willingly letting you spend some time with her, get closer.

"you don't have to go out tonight?" she asks, sinking in the sofa. after smoking a joint, it seems like the cushions are engulfing her entirely as she shoves more orange chicken from the place she has slowly learned to love; turns out they have special prices for residents and they are good as fuck.

"no" you reply shaking your head "i don't have classes on wednesday."

"classes?" she cannot contain the curiosity when it slips away from her lips, weed made her bolder clearly, but since you've been hanging out with her so much, maybe vi has gained certain privilege in finally asking some questions — "you study overnight?"

"yeah, doing a physics major" you admit, reaching the shrimpy rice box you so happily eat from, like that didn't satisfied part of the hungry monster inhabiting vi's body, thirsty for any kind of information she can get.

"so you're like a huge nerd" the fighter teases, and it's annoying cause it only makes her brain completely stop for a moment like a warning she don't listen to, always too deep in her own needs "that's why you whined about watching twisters the other day?"

"please the movie is plain shit, you just wanted to see the actress."

"pretty sure that's the whole point, the movie being bad. passable bad."

behave. for the first month violet behaves — powder was right even when she don't want to admit it out loud: the place did grew out on her, the mornings when sunshine was meowing outside her apartment, scratching the lower part of the front door until she has to open, enjoying a cup of coffee while rubbing on the cat's belly; the people, the cat, her girl next door.

you spend your free nights with her without a previous need of invitation, invite her to cool places she's never been before and it's hard to not be wishing to become one with you, make you part of her skin and carry you with her. vi becomes aware now of the details and it's dangerous; knowing your favorite color, your favorite dish and the music you like when you shared your playlist and allowed her permission to add music she thought you'd like; dangerous cause she wants to keep getting closer even when knowing you have your guard up in letting people too close.

it's becoming a routine lately, like a strange and comfortable company you two keep on each other while being friends, without any pressure or need to fit in. you're too close and it's easy, easy to let you slip in her life like you were made for it, with strange movie choices and a tendency to follow recipes you find online with vi having to intervene before it's a total disaster.

paradise that come to sad endings.

"what do you mean you're moving out?" heaven has it expiratory date written in the back, must have known it when you dropped the bomb after you're there, fucking using her living room like an study spot, talking about formulas vi don't get at all since you have this huge test in a couple of days.

"been saving a lot of money from work, and i can afford something better," you admit, leaving your flash cards on the floor as you look up to the sofa where she's installed, her blue eyes already making the skin of your face burn when looking at you with the intensity she's pawning — "bigger y'know? that don't smell like food all the time."

"i'm glad for you" lies. partly anyway, cause she's glad you're doing better, but not having you close as in just a few steps away? makes her heart falter for a moment, a phantom feeling settling on her stomach, adding weight to her form as she pulls out this fake smile from her ass she don't really mean to, one you don't really catch on when your eyes light up to the comment, ruins "when are you moving? maybe i can help you out-"

"at least three more weeks, i want everything to be in order, i cant leave without a grill celebration either" you reply thoughtfully before checking on your phone calendar "we can go out to celebrate i survived my exam. i mean, if you want to."

"you want to celebrate that with me?"

it hits right on the spot, a knock out she'd be pleased to give in the arena, painted in black makeup, sweating and spitting blood to the floor, but now? it catches her off guard too, your reaction to her words, the subtle nervousness in your voice when speaking again, made her mouth dry as you try to make up excuses, something decent to say more than the fact that you want her around.

"yeah if you want it too, been bugging you this whole week with this, you deserve a night out, my treat."

"gonna be your sugar baby for the night, huh?" in reality, vi's her own very enemy when she's blushing at her own words before changing on the subject: she's flirting over and over again without any intentions to stop "can't say no when you put it out like that, m'am" — "when is it anyway? two more days?"

"two more days. in fact, thanks for adding to my stress."

well, she's knee-fucking-deep at this point.

you indulge her needs without saying anything two nights after that, just like you promised in her apartment when she convinced you to have some sleep so you could keep studying the next day. buying drink after drink, you're preventing her from getting into fights and pulling vi into the crowd to dance with her most of the damn night.

it's the contact what drives her crazy in the end, a brush of your fingers in her skin, your breathing colliding for a brief second against hers, teasing her all damn night as she has no other option to just observe.

you know you look extra good in that tight dress, that vi's a victim of insanity when your hair gets messy and you don't seem to care about it, skin glistening with sweat and this smile the boxer cannot erase from her mind, replaying it like a movie she overly-enjoyed.

you're dancing to the rhythm of the music, slightly drunk, already on cloud nine and through vi's gaze, it's enough to mesmerize her, following you around like a guard dog and preventing guys from trying their luck and get a way with you, she's not risking any chance.

"you look beautiful like this, when you have no worries stressing you out, and you're just enjoying" well fuck if that wasn't flirting, if that wasn't plain seduction fueled by the stupid amount of alcohol vi consumed, so at your smirk, it's a personal need; she needs to continue "always the hottest fucking girl around, do you have any idea of how hard is to get a grip around you?"

the song seems to pass to second place, transported to another dimension when you're pressing your back right against her chest and vi has the perfect path to just lean right against your ear, nose inhaling the scent of your skin, the cream you use that leaves a subtle shimmer down in your exposed shoulder and she's fucked: fucked, intoxicated, driven already by those guarded needs she keeps drowning deep underwater.

"quit fucking around," the whiskey burns in her throat, still in vi's tongue at the first warning, you're dancing against her, ass right against her jeans and the dress, that hell of a dress goes up with each movement and you don't seem to care enough like she does — "your dress- it's slipping up, gonna flash the whole club like this-"

"then pull it down," the way you say it's almost like a dare, and you love her attention, granting permission to vi's fingers who are quick to slip pass beneath the fabric, brushing against the skin of your sides as she's pulling it to her original state, keeping it there as it insists to fold right at your waist "can you keep it that way? help me out."

you know exactly what you're doing, rubbing yourself against her pants, breathing heavily as she keeps the fabric of your dress hooked in her fingers, a subtle way of pulling you closer against her, make you blatantly rest against her body.

the confidence comes up in this state and she just let it happen, sloppy kisses in your shoulder, vi can feel it against her lips as you make your hair to the side and you smile cause yes — you got her where you want to, hand in your thighs, fighting the urge to grab you by the waist cause it's not correct, you're friends and she values your company, the connection.

but vi's sinking in whiskey, and the way back home it's blurry by a cloud of necessity, impulses combined with a mass of lust at what it's now her worst behavior: she can't keep her hands off you, lingering on your waist, mumbling excuses about having to prevent you from falling, avoiding you from getting too far from her.

"you're not going to invite me back to your place?" you ask, resting against your door at just steps from her own, and vi's having trouble on finding the keyhole before suddenly freezing — "i'm drunk and i can fall too you know? a serious injury that could cost my life- and you won't even know."

it's a clear excuse, you both know it by then, and it makes vi laugh as she's resting her forehead against the wood, letting out an audible sigh soon after: she's doing so good so far. even when you tempted her with your worst, she didn't kissed you like she wanted to, didn't touch you any further even when you're rubbing your fucking ass against the front of her jeans, but having you alone back in her place? it's like asking to fuck with her patience.

"c'mere before i regret it" there's no sense to hide it when you stumble to her door, standing so close she can feel your chest brushing in her right arm, the soft fabric of your dress gently touching her skin as she opens the door and you're invading her once again; like you always fucking do.

you're like a force of nature, driving yourself like it's your place too. you grab her hand as she drags you to the kitchen, sitting in the counter as your legs swing in the air before vi's turning on the lights.

"you're going to kill me" you loudly say, using your hands to protect yourself from the white lights of the kitchen "turn it off- what are you doing?, we're vampires at this hour."

"vampires huh? who drink water after so much alcohol?"

"alcohol-sucking-vampires" you explain like it’s an obvious thing, tilting your head to the side as you watch her take the bottle of water she keeps in the fridge “we'd burn if you turn on the lights, and i won't burn by a kitchen lamp, not when you're near.”

so you’re hooking your finger in the carabiner vi wears in her pants, and her keychain tingles in the air as the only sound in the room, her breathing hitches back in her throat as you're pulling her between your legs, taking the water from her fingers before drinking from the bottle as you try to sober up with half the cold water.

“you okay there?” vi asks, refusing to look down to see the way your dress raises from over your upper thighs, she can already feel your naked legs closing around her waist and too afraid to act upon contained lust — “too drunk?”

“just perfect” it's enough to wash off the trails whiskey on her mouth, hands resting over the counter as all suddenly, vi's taking over your space, conquering the air you breathe as you rest against the white tiles of her kitchen wall behind your back and you seem aware now that there's no escape, nothing but the need to stay there, granting her the silent admission to keep going, wonder further in depth "are you too drunk?"

"maybe i am," it's not a lie, not when the alcohol travels down her blood and it makes vi's knee shake, when she's resting her weight in the counter, so close to you she can feel the warmth of the breathing that comes out of your parted lips "cause i feel that if you don't stop me, i'm going to start spiraling, and i don't want to fuck you here in my kitchen counter. turns me on- but it's impersonal for the first time i'm taking you."

the words roll of violet's tongue with an ease that scares, and when she realizes it, it's too late to take them back when you smile like you just won the damn lottery, this damn smirk she already knows from memory, that look you have when you get something you've been working hard for, an exam, her attention, her touch.

it's too much time being this miserable, too much time standing on her side of the room, keeping her thoughts in a glass that easily shatters with the slightest touch, so vi's allowing herself to surrender, let the guards in your body drive her to the the prisons of your soul, the maze in your heart she crosses with fire in her hands.

you're there. blending in her arms like the strangest material that sticks to her skin, making the limits go blurry cause she don't care now, they are nothing but a stone in your shoe; you're moving out and vi's already feeling a part of her missing, the need to hold you close before you disappear in her arms and never see you again.

the silk dress in her fingers is soft as it wrinkles following the form of your body, and vi wishes to be able to breathe underwater, have any sort of control over the chaos in her mind when she's sucking on your neck until her teeth marks you with a hickey she can see, like a proof she'll need to see tomorrow somehow, to believe all of it is real and not part of her dreams.

moans come out of your lips and that's what she's been missing out, the simple pleasures of life's she's been depraving herself from, her lips find a way to your jaw, working her way up in gentle touches, having you pressed against her body is simply not enough, not remotely sufficient.

"you taste so sweet," is it the whiskey on vi's voice? the soreness on her muscles after drinking so much? it does not matter at this point when her slender fingers grab your chin, angling upwards to meet her gaze "i swear, it's the greatest ambrosia from the gods."

you're not bulletproof, you can't resist the way her blue eyes search yours for a moment like she's studying any sign of regret in your eyes, dilated irises, it's you the very first who stole the kiss, the contact already clumsy, full of teeth and a constant fight, a need for control, demand and get more in response.

inebriates her to the touch, like lsd melting on her tongue to blend within her body; is it the whiskey? when your tongue pushes past her's and your chest graze against her own, vi's fingers sink in your hair to pull your head to the side and fucks sake, is it normal? how something so simple can feel so right?

it's the first kiss that gets vi on her knees already, the second, the third, the fourth: she loses count at that point, but it does not matter when your legs are wrapped around her waist impending any try of putting some space between you and her, when she can visibly notice the color of your panties she's been trying so fucking hard to guard the entire night.

"vi-" you manage to say, the sound of your voice give away so many details she's been overlooking, the raspy tone that wraps her own name — "vi. listen to me-"

"say that again" she asks, like an alcoholic ready for another drink — "violet this time, i need to hear it entirely."

"violet," you repeat, and she likes the way your tongue rolls in the syllables, didn't enjoy being called like that until that very moment when you're whispering it like it's a part of some important spell "listen to me-- i need you to tell me something."

"tell me, i'm hearing" she replies with simplicity as her hands finally raise your dress where it belonged the whole damn night, right over your waist as her hands close over the gloves of your ass and she's squeezing it tightly to prove her point "i can listen to you while i touch, tell me what's so important."

"it's about work, about what i do" she stops for a moment, looking down at you cause she couldn't care less now about the whiskey, the dizziness on her brain as she stares at your face "i should've told you sooner. i'm sorry okay? this escalated so quickly i didn't think we-."

nervous. you're nervous when you speak again and she just wishes to kiss you, make you understand that she don't really care about this whole cam-girl thing with actions more than words.

"i do, like- videos" you state, low like a secret you don't want anyone else to hear — "on my own, you know- well- cam-girl videos that's how i make so much money-- i let weirdos stare at me while i masturbate, pays good money and i get if you don't want to do anything, i needed you to know before uh-."

"you think that's going to make me not-fuck you?" she asks, genuinely interested in the answer "cause you do hot videos online?"

"have you watched them?"

"no, i haven't."

"either you're too polite to say it or a dinosaur when it comes to technology, cause i got a couple of videos blowing up in lesbian accounts on twitter and a bunch of subscribers thanks to that."

"cocky much aren't you? implying i must have seen it" — "you're that big of a deal here?"

"i'm not, i'm basing my data on actual numbers who back up what i'm saying" you try to prove your point rambling an absurd amount of words she don't really pay much attention to, pretty sure you're a top creator on that page of yours "are you even listening to me?"

"do you want me to see your videos?" she asks with new curiosity, blue eyes piercing yours and it's always a fight, a need for taking control and know who's surrendering first "is that what is all about? you want me to see your slutty masturbating sessions? what do you do hm? fuck yourself dumb enough to forget you're recording? got me curious now."

vi's nothing but impulses, kissing your cheek in a slow tender motion, fingers on your face that keeps you there, face pressed against her mouth as she feels your skin burn under her touch.

"i don't care about what you do," — "i only care if you want this too, peach. if you masturbate and record yourself, it's nothing but a huge, damn turn on."

so there it goes one more time like it wasn't enough the fist time, demanding kisses, needy touches to feed the monster inside vi's body: it does not matter, and the knowledge makes you the same it does to her, electricity coming up to your spine.

even when your lips are swollen it's not enough, not nearly proper to satisfy all her needs, but before you're even thinking about keep undressing yourself there this sound coming out from the hallway outside, and you stop before letting her kisses travel down to your collarbones, brows furrowing in curiosity.

"was that a meow?"

"damn fucking cat," vi curses out loud, rolling her eyes as she hides her face in the crook of your neck "gonna install sunshine a door at this point, she comes to sleep close to the window"

"well that's cute," you chuckle before vi's using her thumb to clean up the strings of saliva that connected you back to her mouth, swollen, red lips against her own "go on, don't leave her hanging, she comes to her safe place to rest."

it's physically difficult to remove herself from your body, cursing the way back to the front as the boxer's opening the door to find the small cat entering the apartment without even looking at her, quickly finding her way back to the window.

"is that the cat from 9D?" you ask when stepping out of the kitchen, looking at the cat already sleeping in her designated spot — "funny. i got a visitor like this too, but it's the black cat, rainbow."

"cat likes smart-asses, makes sense" vi teases to your offense before you're taking the bag you leave in the floor, looking out for your keys — "hey- i was joking, you leaving me?"

"i think, we both drink a lot tonight vi" you're right anyway, hangs heavy on her chest when realizing she still cannot feel the very tip of her fingers "and i want you to kiss me sober, touch and talk me like this when you remember me, us."

"i'm not that drunk-"

"come to my place tomorrow morning if you still think that way. i'll cure your hungover any way you want me to" the promise hangs in the air, and despite your words you kiss her again, because it's just another kiss, another one to the infinite you already gave her, lingering there and stinging in her skin like a constant reminder of the contact; quickly this time, soft unlike the needy ones dictated by alcohol "i don't want you to regret me. i need you on your four senses."

"tomorrow morning. i can do that."

she can't.

life would be awesome if violet vanderson wasn't a fucking pussy who can't knock on your door the next day since she's too embarrassed to show up out of nowhere: what if you don't remember anything? what if those kisses where nothing more than that? just kisses who are quickly forgotten?

being left alone with her own mind is dangerous, and karma's a bitch with her lately as vi's roughly pulled out of the car into the street and she's unable to hold her weight when falling into her knees, the cement scrapes her jeans as she can feel the blood already mixing up with gravel — "you owe us fucking big time, violet. we'll take it out of the prize from next week, do you understand?"

"yeah- fuck off."

she resists the urge to show them her middle fingers, the aching pain in her ribs being too intense to even raise her hand from over her shoulder as vi yawns in pain. she can endure the agonizing ache; the loneliness on the other side haunts her mind as she uses the doorknob to stand up, blood already coating her fingers as they press against her shoulder.

awful job. they did hell of fucking job on stitching her up this time: what fucking owing them big time were they talking about? she's climbing up step by step to the third floor, and vi's sure she's going to pass out any moment from now, crawling on her hands and knees — she's going to fucking puke at this point.

she deserves the treatment, this eviscerating cut to her ego, cause it's the second fight she loses now and fuck if it not affects her, not in the state she arrived to the complex; broken nose, injured shouldeer, she's almost surprised she's not bleeding internally. it's what she deserves for being this level of an asshole.

two weeks. what was she thinking when she began to avoid you? when she got scared to the point she's not acting out on her own feelings? when did she turned into this lame version of herself? this part violet don't recognize and now has to live with? not daring to see your face at any random moment of the day, avoiding you like you're the worst disease ever announced and she deserves it.

too good in learning your schedule, of course she's going to work hard in not seeing you, not cross you on the hallways by accident, not even in the morning by your running routines — and like everything before, it works. not seeing you it's medicine for the heart, a bandage of ignorance right to the eyes: what she cannot see, cannot possibly hurt her.

you moving out, leaving her behind: maybe put up some distance it's what she needs to do in order to survive, prevent her from gaining a broken heart, the embarrassment.

"don't sleep on me-" shit, when exactly did she passed out? your hand rub against her cheek as you keep talking to her, eyes open "violet. fucking wake up. don't fall asleep."

she can recognize the sound of your voice when talking to her, the way you seem to pull force out of nowhere as you're making her stand back on her feet, clumsy when you're walking back to your apartment without saying a word, physical effort as you close the door behind your back and you help her get to your bathroom.

"what happened-" you ask inspecting the bruises in her face under the accusing white light, and vi would like to say something, remark how she's fine even when she passed out thanks to the pain minutes before, but she cannot say much when a loud whine of pain escapes from her lips as your hands wonder around her figure looking for any wound "talk to me c'mon- how did you ended up like this?"

"the fight-" she manages to say before you're tossing her tank top to the floor, the black makeup only interfering with your work as you stare at the injury in her shoulder, a cut vi's sure she gained thanks to the pointy, metal brass knuckles her opponent hit her with, the bruises decorating the flesh like a damn universe of different kinds of pain; she'd be embarrassed of being so naked if not being so utterly in shambles.

"shit- you need to go to the hospital."

"no-" she's quickly to reply, too many questions she cannot answer honestly, don't want the authorities getting involved — "i checked out the most and it's already under control- 's this shitty thing in my shoulder- the stitches keep opening."

and violet's in no position to ask for anything, nothing at all when she's been so cruel to you, so distant even when you live at just footsteps, but she's looking at you with this eyes you already know, a pleading face you can't say no to as you're opening the med kit you keep in the bathroom shelf, shaky hands as you mumble something about not being a doctor, about not having any clue on what you're doing.

"look at me," the fighter asks, all that black painting only accentuating her blue gaze as you stare at her, not realizing your hands are being held down by vi's bandaged ones, keeping them steady over her chest, "i trust you. you just need to stop the bleeding. i know you got me."

works fine cause you take care of it, trembling hands, holding on your breath since you're victim of your nervousness, you seem to avoid her gaze so well vi knows, real as her current bellyache, that you're so mad at her you don't even want to look at her bruised face, tending the wound in a deadly silence as she's gaining more color now, better as your fingertips brush against her skin.

"thank you" you hate to hear it, the awkward small talk, her need to fill the silence "for helping me out."

"i don't want you dying on the floor, would be awkward if your ghost is bounded here."

it makes her laugh for a moment, the pain on her chest being a reminder of her poor state as she closes her eyes tightly trying to surpass the pain, the unexpected whine she let's out filling your bathroom walls as your digits press against the cut.

“you’ve been avoiding me,” vi cannot escape from the question now, struggling to breathe as she braces herself at the prospect of anger she deserves — "did you regret our kiss? is that why you're so ashamed of talking to me?”

"i don't-" even when her muscles are sore she's making an effort in denying your words, fingers covered in vi's blood; you're struggling just by breathing the same air "i thought you were going to forget- about me, of our kisses that night."

"do i look like i forgot?"

"let me finish," she insists, giving you a pleading look — "you taste like promises and warm words. like fire, me-- and the mouth is never mistaken. you're there, constant like the moon and the stars and it scares me a little, like i'm always in this ship and there's thick, dense fog surrounding it and sometimes you're the lighthouse guiding me back to safe land, but others you're the angry ocean and i don't know what to do about it. on the intensity of how i feel about you and your kisses, how you felt while holding you in my hands: seems like the only thing i can think lately since i last saw you drunk in my apartment are your damn moans, the face you give me when i said i wasn't going to fuck you in my kitchen counter, you."

"that's you didn't came?"

"guess i'm afraid," vi won't admit it before, won't admit it ever, the prospect of talking about her cowardice being similar to a mistake in her mind "you're leaving next week, and you'll forget about me and this place and i can't deal with that thought, not when you're on your best life and i'm stuck here losing fights, being damn miserable."

"you think i'll forgot about you?" — "that's your worrying?"

"it pisses me off, cause if affects me in a way you don't realize" vi's voice fill the bathroom walls for a moment, and you stop tending on her stitches for a minute; the color has returned to her cheeks, much better now as she barks the truth she guarded so secure — "you seem unbothered by it but i'm not okay with you leaving, with not having you at just inches from my bed- i get that you're winning more money, that this place sucks so much ass but you can't- you can't leave me behind."

"i would never do that to you," you reply in a low voice, and from the position you're in, right between her opened legs, you're kneeled in front of her to take care of injuries better, making vi aware of the way you're looking at her, much closer than you were in the kitchen as her shoulder does not matter now "this whole moving out thing- i'd never leave you behind, you're my best friend and shit- whenever i go, you do too."

"you say that now but what if-"

she cannot continue with the argument, not when you're carefully pressing your lips against hers and you're shutting her racing mind with a kiss; one that's different this time and makes her heart feel too small to endure the loud beatings it gave, sober, patient, vi notices the details that she missed out, the softness in your glossy lips, the taste of apple in your mouth, fresh breath as her hands tangle in your hair to make it impossible for you to seek any distance, any kind of air but what she can offer.

her shoulder hurts at the movements, but the pit fighter don't seem to care about any injury now when you're doing that thing you do that drives her crazy, how you steal kisses like they were yours to take since the beginning.

"stop that," you speak against her mouth "we don't live based on theories vi," — she likes the sound of your voice, that soothing way of talking to her when your eyes meet her's and your thumbs are following an invisible path in the sides of her face before talking again "it doesn't work like that, cause from the moment you threw bad jokes at the grill i can't get you out of my head and it's not that easy- i won't pull you out of my life like you're no one. i don't have much- people around me always leave and i'd never do that to you. not ever."

it's what she needed to hear, what the worms eating away her brain wanted to stop holding her hostage as you lean against her to steal another kiss: you're a thief a she'd let you steal them all without putting up a fight, all when they belonged to you.

"you're really important to me, violet" you admit, and the knot in her stomach tightens at the admission "not only as my neighbor, but as a friend, as the girl i like."

it hangs in the air for a moment, her personal fucking kryptonite to this point cause vi keeps the kisses coming even when they are similar to a fever in the middle of a flu, body tense, sick with tension she cannot get rid of when pushing you to her lap, the weight on her legs unexpectedly good, needed-

"hey- hold up you're injured and in no condition to do whatever you're trying to do here-"

"i'm okay, killjoy" she coos, even close to dying dramatically minutes before, vi's currently going through the strangest adrenaline rush, not even feeling her sore shoulder at this point — "you know i've never been here before in your apartment? it's very similar to mine, but like- the opposite version."

she stays silent for a moment, her lips move against yours but not for a kiss, instead it's a glance, a subtle and barely noticeable touch: "i thinks its a mystery how your life always seem to mirror mine so much."

"i'll make you a bath-"

"i mean it" vi continues on talking as you move around to turn on the water, sitting on the edge of the tub as you settle a warm temperature: she also needs the distance "this cat- what was his name? from 9D?"

"rainbow?"

"you get visits from rainbow, and sunshine's making my apartment her own" she reminds you, making you giggle momentarily — "you live in the apartment next door, my routines fit yours and i have to try- put up a lame show since i don't want to see you on the hallways cause i know the exact hours you leave for classes-"

"you know my routines?" shit. "what's your point with this, weirdo?"

"i mean, it's really obvious here," violet's pushing past her pain when straightening her back, still wrapped around dirty bandages that surely needs changing "i have this theory with a fair amount of proof, cause i think you were made for me, as much as i was made for you."

it's a normalized behavior she wants to keep, cause she likes this image of you when she's using her force to stole a new kiss, multiple ones she starts by giving you from the side of your face until she's touching the corner of your mouth with hers, invading your space like she's meant to do it, lips fitting so nicely against yours — you're sure she's right, that she has more than just proof to back up her words: you are made for her, she's made for you.

"the tub's ready."

"you're nervous" it's not a question but more like an observation as you move around, avoiding her gaze when you're too busy checking the temperature.

"i am," you admit in honesty, tongue travels down the inside of your cheek before adding "it's different. you're different- us."

"yeah?" vi's tone gives away her intentions by the time she's saying it — "tell me more about it, how different is this for you huh?"

"privacy, you need privacy. i'll leave you to undress and shower, is it okay if i get you some stuff to wear from your apartment?" it's so simple to make you like this, stumble over your words even when sober, cute rambles she's been missing the last weeks.

"sweetheart," vi's voice is tender, barely an audible whisper as she shakes her head in denial — "i can't shower alone. you know that."

"but i-" you try to calm yourself down as the vapor sticked to the mirror hanging on the wall, the intimacy vi’s been running from "i need to go find your clothes-"

"you don't have to" violet insists before her fingers begin to unwrap the bandages across her chest, face twitching with pain when making much effort in moving — "i want you to stay here with me. let me have this."

thing is you don't need convincing, not when she's stripping right in front of you, baring the lines of her muscles as you hold your breath for a moment: all this time being partly naked, you're fine with it until it takes a different turn, an unseen shade that got you looking to the floor for a moment when hearing the sound of the fabric falling into your vision field, the bandages that wrapped around her chest followed by a splash and the loud moan she lets out when entering the warm water.

"i won't spend more time without you," vi says from inside the tub, and it makes you malfunction for a long time, stay there for until you make sure you can hold your own weight when walking "please, sit here, stay close."

suddenly it's hard to snap out of it. the air's too hot at this point when she's panting the spot right next to her, looking up to you ready to beg and ask until you're granting her wishes. your heart beats so loud in your ear when you spot her smile only getting bigger as you sit down in the floor right next to the tub.

"tell me, do i look too fucked?" the bruised boxer asks when you're sitting close to her, back hitting the cold tiles as you're comfortably resting right on her side before turning to look, inspecting her face. there's a bruise right under her eye, creeping up to the side of her nose, slip lip, the wound in her eyebrow is closed with fake stitches but it's getting swollen now under the lights of rationality.

"no" it's a simple answer, even when violet looks like she's been paying visits to hell lately, you can't help it when your eyes follow the features of her face, the ring piercing on her nose, the freckles carefully placed over the middle section — she looks stupidly good even when she's at her worst, so your eyes roam against her naked figure in response, her bruised skin now hugged by a comforting warm, making her shiver case she can feel the weight of your gaze, the goosebumps that made her body move involuntarily "no, you don't look fucked."

"get in with me."

vi's as serious as she can be, and it's the kisses that win you over; her way of making you do stuff cause her lips are pressed against your own and it's like the greatest delight ever created.

"please get in with me" she asks again, cause vi wont forgot; she won't let go of the moment as her wet hands close around your neck and the drips of water are soaking through your shirt — "i need you so much closer, please."

even when there's a clear separation between her body and yours, her hands look past it when they're soaking through your pajama, the coldness from her hands as they touch your body like it's holy, wetting everything behind.

"the tub's too small" you try to be intelligent for a moment, a difficult task when she's placing the most gentle kisses in your neck "and your shoulder- i don't think it's a good idea."

"i swear to you if you mention my shoulder one more time-" to be fair, it's hard to think about a threat that's good enough to make you stop as you’re grabbing the sides of your shirt to toss it from over your head, close to the bandages in the floor, it got vi staring at your tits for a while, the lack of bra since you were probably sleeping before she came in like a hurricane really handy.

"you what?" you insist, wanting her to complete the sentence. little fucking tease mocking at vi's words while her hands tug on your shorts, the only thing preventing her from getting you inside — "gonna stop kissing me like you do? leave me hanging?"

"no," she would never mention it even, rolling her eyes in defeat "i have nothing to threat you with, cause all that i got is yours already- you know that well."

it's a composition, a testament as vi's hands roam against your exposed chest, fingers tugging on your nipples before your pants are falling to the floor in a disaster you want to happen, and the intimacy is there before ever undressing, in the vapor and the hot water as you make no sound in entering the water.

"too far," vi protests as you try to sit in the other side of tub, swiftly pulling you upwards just to make you glide against the water so you can rest in her chest, and she winces, a loud sound of discomfort as she moves you enough to not be resting over the bruises in her rib, that spot she knows it's sensitive — "don't move if you want me to keep living."

"fucking insane," it's impossible to try and argue as your chest is already pressed against her's and it turns very complicated to even think about enough reasons to leave the bathroom "the idea of a bath is for you to relax vi, not to have me crushing you."

"what if i want you to crush me?" she wonders as her hand travels down the line on your spine, the skin that's so soft in her fingers as she takes your hair out of the way, the strands out of your neck. vi takes her time in doing so, on treating you like you deserve when she's nibbling on your neck, holding you against her cause there's no pain enough to prevent violet from taking what she wants "do you understand? how fucked you got me? i'm already in pieces hoping you'll put my skin together with your love."

her words cut deep, deeper than any ache as they settle in your heart, you seem to be in sync with her, heartbeats that mix up like a lullaby and breathings that took turns; her chest expands when yours constricts in a silent organization, and it's good. your hair's getting wet, and vi's hand squeeze your ass with a controlled force. you belong there.

"let me touch you," she asks, her hand seems to grow curious by the seconds as vi pants your upper thigh and you seem to get the memo so you're finally straddling her, legs on each side as the water settles down to the level of your belly and she's looking at the skin already covered in drips with a tangible need — "i'll beg if you want me to- i need to have you."

she’s gentle, a need to show you how much she cares about you, how she needs you close, know more about your days. the words find their own way out of her mouth when vi’s admitting against your ear how much she missed you, the times she had imagined that very same scene in the darkness of her room, infinite fantasies that always resume around the same, this face of mischief when you're climbing up from the edge of the bed to sit down on her just like you are in that moment, tangled hair, her fingers make you shiver when they're touching so skillful.

just the same, you're in the perfect place to- worship you, and vi does so when her she's using a hand to make you bend against her mouth so your chest is exposed right to her face and that's what life must be about from now on: pleasing you. making your hair to the side, vi wonders for a moment if she fainted again, this time inside her supposedly relaxing bath.

a happy death, she wants a happy death, so violet vanderson wishes not to be awaken if so. let her die. let her experience an afterlife where she finally gets what she wants, where things go her way. it's an illusion, maybe a fantasy you're indulging like when you bought her drink after drink the night she went out with you, an abysmal difference now as your hand guides her own to you inner thighs.

vi wishes to imprint her fingerprints in your flesh, groping with enough force to make you gasp. she wishes to comply and do good cause she can do so much for you it's making her insane, hard to think in anything else when she has you like this, using a couple of fingers to rub on your clit already greedy for attention, depraved from her touch for too long.

"mmf-what the actual-fuck," the words slur together like a muffled sound when you're biting on your inner cheek — "shit that's so good."

the water moves with you when your hips do so, splashes at the movement before you're raising yourself from above it, leaking against her hand as her fingers push against your entrance, desperate to give you something to hold on to, push further.

vi's teeth pull on your hard nipple, a rough tug that it's delicious as her fingers work their way inside your cunt, wreathed by your pulsating walls who wishes to drag her further inside. knuckles deep, the pit fighter can feel the sting of pure pain when her fingers thrust inside you, the nervous endings pulling on her shoulder wound.

"ride me," she ask when your eyes dart out to her wound, caring about her even when you're drunk in a state vi wishes to see more than ever, nodding as you move against the palm of her hand — "there you go, i'm yours to use. you already know i'm yours to take."

"fuck vi-"

maybe the tub it's the least of the places that this should be happening, the space is to small, uncomfortable, induces to clumsy sex, yet when vi fucks- it's different. you’ve never been fucked like this by just two damn fingers, so devastating, overwhelming like she’s surpassing every barrier you've put out there with effortless grace until she’s there, under your skin, claiming each part of your body when it belongs to her.

“you’re gripping me so tight” vi gulps already feeling heady. a lewd sound filling the bathroom walls as her fingers move with vigorous force, slippery cunt as they curl right where you need her to be “fucking you with the strap must be hell of a ride huh? gonna have to prepare you every time.”

“m’so close-” you state, and she’s nodding at your words, brows furrowing together in understanding, a wish to get you there at any cost — “please vi- please.”

you’re begging even when you’re not sure why for, the mount of her hand hitting against your clit as your tits bounce on each movement you give on top of her, making vi absorbed by the sight, the marks she left on your skin, how you’re making the biggest effort on fucking yourself to oblivion.

“so full of my fingers, i know you’re gonna cum baby” she uses a coaxing tone to speak, only making you even more debased than you already are at her gentle words “let me feel you soaking up my hand- you’ve been doing so good already.”

you’re talking nonsense. an slobbering mess when your body stiffens at the impending release you’ve been holding before it finally coates down vi’s fingers, dripping down to the water in a nasty mix the pink-haired don’t mind as she keeps working you through it.

“make it last baby,” she says pulling you into a kiss, tongue plunging against yours in a salty kiss, swallowing your loud moans — “you have the sluttiest cum-face i’ve ever see huh? those little uh’s- i get why people pay, you’re fucking addictive.”

the comment makes you giggle even when you’re tired, sultry look when vi’s sucking on her own fingers, tasting the release that still makes them shine under the light.

“thanks for being so good to me, so kind with all of this- i know it’s not normal” you reply, big eyes staring at vi’s blue hues before leaving soft pecks in the valley of her chest “you make it hard not to fall for you.”

"there’s no need to thank me, peach” — “never saw your videos, but you are indeed, very popular on twitter. i did saw a censored photo back then.”

"and you never saw anything else?"

“no, i want you to cum because of me for the first time i’m seeing you” vi replies, simple and quick “not on a phone or laptop screen, but here against my skin, flesh and bones.”

“when did you find out?”

“before the grill? i dunno i was trying to be polite, i would hate to make you feel uncomfortable, it wasn’t my intention at all.”

“that’s months ago” you playfully hit her in her sane shoulder, earning a whine on her behalf — “and you resisted all this time?”

“i wanted to respect your privacy- i got curious about you way before twitter so again, privacy s’important.”

“privacy- i’m doing porn and you think about my privacy, sweet jesus i’m gonna eat you alive” your words makes her blush as you stay silent for a while before you’re looking up to her, the water’s already cold and wrinkling in her skin before you add with the biggest smile vi has ever seen — “i think you should stay tonight, really. we have some movies to catch on, science purposes.”

you’re kissing her until vi’s lips are red and sore before standing up and her shoulder’s fine. the stitches are fine. it’s a long nite and vi will have no trouble to survive, despite her usual negative way of seeing things; she’s staying positive this time.

for science purposes.

"you can take it," vi whispers as pushes deeper inside you, the perfect view of your drenched pussy taking her in, opening for the intrusion — "it's okay- make room for me you're doing so fucking good."

the sound of your moans mixes with the sounds on her phone speaker, the image of you spread against a wood desk collapsing her brain as you're there, in her screen while you're rubbing this fuck-doll against your cunt and you're so wet as you show yourself to the camera, it makes vi moan as she spreads your ass-cheeks further apart, using the same grip to pull you against the strap.

"take your time, beautiful" she says as a hand slaps the flesh of your back rear until it's red, fingers marking on the flesh before she's moving slightly, only to tease your reaction with her nestled inside "weren't you so cocky before? saying you can take massive cock like a regular tuesday?"

you're begging in the video, crying to be stuffed and it's not a distant view from what she has already, forehead pressed against the king-sized mattress, your breathing gets shallow when vi's pulling out almost entirely just to slam it back in, making your legs shake. it hits all the right places, tingles against her cervix as you present yourself to her like a christmas-fucking-gift. ready to be discovered.

"you feeling good?" her words are so kind even when her fingers are pulling on your hair, making your head backwards with a force that makes you get high on lust, nodding at her insistence as she keeps hitting it from behind.

"yes-" you struggle to respond for a moment, voice like you've been hitting the gym with hell of a cardio routine "fuck yes- yes do your fucking worst, please."

the bed creeks, the headboard smashes against the wall but vi cannot bring herself to care at the loud sounds you two make. her hips piston in a deliberate fast pace, and the sound of your skin smacking against hers makes her head spin; the sight of you rubbing your aching cunt in a recorded video goes so well with the one of your pussy wrapped up around vi's cook, already hanging on by a thread.

"look at that pretty pussy, the camera does not make you justice enough" she praises, pounding faster, deeper as she's making you watch the video with her, eyes glued as her fingers hold your face close to the screen — "all shaped up to take my fingers, my cock, my tongue-"

and your relationship with vi's always there in the site itself, making sure of commenting on each video, appear on every livestream asking you to go faster, deeper, moan out her name louder than the rest: when someone buys a pair of your underwear? she's there to make a mess with it, take the photos in seductive lingerie she fucks you in after, your girl next door, your formal neighbor who now invades your apartment most days of the week claiming she's tired of the orange chicken smell.

it's a routine you grow fond of: dates, messages, movies, music, fun, fucking, kiss, cuddle, showers, love, repeat.

violet vanderson's having the best year of her life when powder's parking the car in front of the building— she's moving in again, but this time? it's your apartment.

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Hiya, hope you're doing well!

If you don't mind, could I please request house wardens + Jamil who REALLY likes their taste? Like, think it's delicious and like to kiss them a lot in private, lips, cheeks, forehead, neck anywhere available and licking their lips afterwards . also maybe biting them gently 👀 When housewardens ask about it they they say with a nonchalant response "You taste delicious"

I'd love to see housewarden flabbergasted by this

𐔌 . ⋮ delicious affection .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆ Housewardens & Jamil x gn! reader

𓏵 881 words

ᝰ.ᐟ headcanons, no pronouns used, fluff

Sorry if this feels too short (I'm not so sure on how to write openly affectionate scenarios like these) but I hope I was able to fulfill your request (´ω｀。) feel free to like, reblog, or comment!

ᝰ.ᐟ masterlist

You and Riddle were paired for a project, and after finishing it flawlessly, you reached over and gave him a congratulatory kiss on the cheek. He stiffened, blinking rapidly.

"Y-You can't just—!"

Then you pressed your lips to his temple, let them linger, then leaned back with a quiet hum, licking your lips with a dreamy look.

"You taste delicious. Like honey tea and righteousness."

Riddle sputtered, face going crimson. "W-What kind of nonsense—?! That's not appropriate behavior for a study session!"

You tilted your head. "But it's the truth. You're yummy."

He tried to scold you further, but every time he glanced at you, that flustered look returned. That evening, he stared at his reflection longer than usual, wondering what part of him tasted like honey tea.

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Leona was half-asleep in the Savanaclaw lounge when you snuck up behind him, curled your arms around his shoulders, and kissed the side of his neck lazily. He cracked an eye open.

"You're doing that again."

Another kiss. This time to his jaw.

He groaned. "You treating me like a salt lick or something?"

"Mmm, nope. You’re better. You taste like sunlight and spice."

He raised a brow. "You're weird."

You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder. He didn’t push you away. Instead, he tilted his head just slightly, letting you kiss his collarbone too. "If I start tasting bad, you better let me know."

"You won’t."

He closed his eyes again. Maybe letting you dote on him wasn’t so bad.

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Azul was midway through planning a new promotion for the Mostro Lounge when you slid up beside him, pecked his cheek, then his temple, and finally pressed a soft kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, you licked your lips like you’d just tried a rare delicacy.

"You taste delicious today. Rich and comforting. Like coffee and honey."

Azul went absolutely still. "...I-I beg your pardon?"

"Just being honest," you said innocently.

He turned pink to the tips of his ears. "Th-That’s highly unprofessional—!"

You leaned in again. "But you're off-duty right now."

Azul flailed with his pen but didn’t stop you from kissing his hand next. Internally, he was melting into a puddle of jelly.

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You had just helped Kalim finish arranging a table of desserts for the Scarabia dorm when you leaned down and kissed the top of his head. Then his cheek. Then his shoulder.

"Hehe, you’re so affectionate today!"

You licked your lips. "You taste sweet. Like sugar and sunshine."

Kalim laughed, beaming. "Maybe it’s all the syrup I had earlier! Want some?"

You shook your head and gave his nose a gentle kiss. "Just you is enough."

He blinked, slightly stunned. Then hugged you tightly. "You’re the best! I’ve never had someone think I taste good before!"

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You sat beside Jamil while he cooked, gently pressing a kiss to his wrist, then to his shoulder blade.

"Watch it, I’m working."

You kissed his cheek. "You taste like cardamom and cleverness."

Jamil blinked, turning his head to look at you.

"...That’s oddly specific."

You just smiled. "That’s because I memorize you."

He looked away, ears pink. "You’re a menace."

But he set aside a plate just for you—before you even asked.

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You had just watched Vil’s skincare tutorial live and found him in the dorm lounge afterward. Wordlessly, you walked up, kissed his cheek, then his jaw, then pressed a final one to his lips. You hummed like you’d just sampled an expensive treat.

"You taste amazing. Like lavender and elegance."

Vil blinked. "...Darling, are you analyzing me like one of my perfumes?"

You nodded. "You’re my favorite scent and flavor."

He scoffed softly but looked pleased. "I suppose all that effort pays off then."

You kissed his collarbone. "Naturally delicious."

Vil sighed, brushing your hair behind your ear. "You’d better keep those compliments exclusive. Or I’ll have to lock you away."

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You managed to sneak into Idia's room—again—while he was gaming, and he barely noticed you at first. Then you plopped down beside him, kissed his cheek, his jaw, and the corner of his lips.

"Uwah—?! W-Wait, pause game—! What are you doing?!"

You pulled away with a satisfied hum. "Tastes like static and strawberry soda. I like it."

He turned bright red. "W-Who tastes like static?! What does that even mean?!"

You leaned on his shoulder. "You do. And it’s my favorite."

His heart rate was off the charts. He tried to hide his face behind his hoodie but kept side-eyeing you like you’d just hacked his entire emotional system.

─────────────────────────

Malleus was telling you an old Briar Valley story under the stars when you reached up, kissed his cheek, then his brow, then the side of his neck. He went quiet, watching you curiously.

"You often do this."

You nodded. "Because you taste good. Like thunderstorms and ancient magic."

Malleus blinked slowly. "...That is a new one."

You smiled. "It’s comforting. You’re comforting."

He tilted his head thoughtfully. "If I’m to be your favorite flavor… then allow me to become even more memorable."

He kissed your forehead in return, his magic humming quietly in the air.

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halfbloodfics · 10 months ago

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Hiya 🤗

If no ones requested this already, Snape giving the reader their first squirting orgasm and talking her through it too 👀

absolutely hell yes i can write this

thank u for the request!!

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), Smut, Explicit Smut, NSFW, slight degredation, gentle dom sev

You tried, failed, tried again to catch your breath. Laying sprawled out in Severus' bed, his head still between your legs, giving you only a few moments of temporary mercy to recoperate from the seven consecutive orgasms he'd managed to draw out from you during the past half hour.

He chuckled quietly, staring up at you with a smug look.

Bastard. You thought. Proud, arrogant, sexy bastard.

"Enjoying yourself, are we?" He said, peppering a few tender kisses on the inside of your thighs.

His teeth ever so gently bit your skin, pulling just gently on the delicate skin close to your cunt.

A shaky exhale escaped your mouth, feeling overly sensitive.

"Sev..." You breathed. "I don't know how much I can take..."

He paused, looking up at you again, breath hot against your cunt.

"Would you like to stop darling?"

Looking down at him, you met his dark eyes. As filled with lust as they were, there was an equal amount of care within them. It was obvious, especially today, in the way he had praised you inbetween each of your seven orgasms, hands stern and gentle, asking for your consent after each one, that he always took care of you. But Merlin, did his eyes darken everytime you begged for more.

You smiled gently, feeling your heartbeat finally begin to come back down to its normal rhythm. You were sweaty, exhausted and overstimulated in a way you'd never felt before. But somehow, you still wanted... More.

You shook your head, sheepishly offering a small: "Not at all."

The corner of his mouth drew up in a smirk and he rose between your legs and crawled overtop of you. His hands gently pushed your shoulders back down to rest on the mattress.

"Greedy girl." He whispered in your ear as he adjusted his weight between your legs. "Always wanting more of me."

A gasp escaped your mouth as he began to grind ever so slightly on you, a teasingly slow, gentle pace, but given how sensitive you were, he may as well have been fucking you.

Severus hummed, kissing the side of your cheek ever so gently. "Tell me what you need so badly, my greedy girl."

You whimpered as his clothed cock rubbed perfectly against your sensitive clit. Completely naked under his entirely clothed body, exposed and desprete, you whimpered against his cheek, hands reaching up to caress his flexed arms.

It came out barely a whisper: "Please, Severus, fuck me."

He groaned, kissing you roughly and reaching down with one arm to free himself from his trousers. He broke free, watching your eyes flutter shut as he teased your clit with the tip his cock.

Your lips parted to protest, but before any complaint could escape, Severus pushed himself in his entireity inside, drawing a loud moan out from your mouth instead.

You shuddered, legs shaking slightly from the pleasure. The many orgasms you'd experienced were enough to prep you well for his size, but at the cost of your sensitivity... He had not even moved yet, instead chucking slightly at your trembling figure beneath him.

"That's my girl." He hummed, leaning back in to kiss your neck.

Gently, he began to thrust inside you. Smirking against your neck as your mouth sang out tiny whimpers and moans. He loved every bit of this. Knowing that every reaction, every sound, was for him. That he was making you feel so good. That you craved him. That you were his.

"My girl.." He whispered against your ear, thrusts begining to pick up in pace.

Your legs began to shake harder, eyes closed tight. Moans flew out from your agape mouth as his pace increased again, now fucking you with a steady, quick rhythm. Each thrust hit that spot inside you, your walls tightening around him, that familiar feeling building in your stomach.

But this time, so much quicker... Had it even been more than 5 minutes? You were already so close... So very close, when Severus had reached down with his right hand, taking his thumb to your clit and tracing slow circles.

You let out a sound that was more or less a scream, eyes shooting open, arms tightening around Severus's back.

"S-Sev. Fuck.. I-" The sentance barely left your mouth.

His pace quickend just slightly. "What is it? Hm? Are you going to cum for me? Again? Do I make you feel that good?"

His other hand began to stroke your hair, thumb caressing away the sweaty strands of hair from your forehead, lips gently kissing on your neck. He groaned, quietly. "Do I make you feel that good, dirty girl?"

You were blissed out, feeling the wave build up, getting ready to ride it like you had a million times before with him. But there was a stirring feeling in your gut, the heat of your cunt, a tightening you hadn't felt before. With every thrust, you felt as though something inside you would explode.

Fuck.

"W-wait, S-sev stop." You breathed out, panting.

He stopped immediately, tearing his head from your neck to look you in the eyes.

"What is it?" He said, concern laced in his voice, "Did I hurt you, are you alright?"

You panted, trying despretely to find the words. Heat crept into your cheeks. "No, no, I'm fine. I just... Something feels... Off..."

Both hands now reached up to cup your face, his cock still inside you. "Off?" He panted, catching his breath as well.

You nodded. "Like, it feels.. Incredible... I've never really... Felt anything like.. But.. It kinda feels like... I have to? Use the washroom?"

Severus's brows furrowed in confusion as you nervously confessed. Only for a moment, as something in his eyes flashed in recognition, brows relaxing again.

"Oh... Darling.." He started, still carasseing your cheeks as he looked into your eyes. "Have you never squirted before?"

Huh?

The look on your face must have gave it away, but regardless, you shook your head gently, feeling almost ashamed and looking away.

Knowing your thoughts, Severus guided your face back to him in that reassuring way he always does when you're upset, whispering: "Hey, hey, my love. It's okay. That's okay that you have never."

You looked to his eyes and found no judgement, no disgust or trace of laughter. Only the same care and lust you'd seen all night.

He kissed your forehead so gently it almost tickled. "Would you like to, experience that with me?"

"I... What.. What happens when I..."

His eyes darkened and somehow all the anxiety you had been feeling just seconds ago disapated. The familiar need creeping back in.

He very slightly cocked his head. "Would you like me to show you?"

You swallowed. Nodded. Nodded again.

And he smiled a sort of smirk, before gently pulling out of you again, only to slam back in harder than he had before.

You gasped, nails digging into his back, head thrust back against the pillow.

With his arms on each side of you, his head returned to the crook of your neck, kissing, biting and sucking. Filling every sense in your body with him. All of him, all over you, everywhere.

His hand trailed down, brushing past your nipple, your bellybutton, down to your cunt. His thumb trailing circles on your clit again, a little harder this time, in time with the fast, rough pace he was now fucking you, the tip of his cock hitting that deep spot inside of you again.

Against his ear, you whimpered a moan that almost sounded like a cry. Nails digging into his back somehow harder as your legs began to shake again, more furiously than last time. Your stomach tightened.

"S-Sev..." You whimpered. "I d-don't know how-"

"Shh darling." He groaned, the sound vibrating against your neck. "I'll show you. I'll take care of you."

He kissed up your neck, up your jaw, until his hot breath was against your ear.

"I'll make you feel good baby."

Thrust.

"I'll give you what you need."

Thrust.

Your entire body began to convulse now. White hot pleasure coursing through you, it felt as if it was in your entire body now, not localized just to your cunt. As if Severus was inside of you, touching every cell, filling every fiber of your being with a pleasure you'd never experienced before.

His thumb continued it's steady pace, the bed creaking with every hard thrust.

Tightening.

"Sev-er-us.. Fuck.. I feel.. I'm gonna" You panted, eyes closed.

He groaned, low and deep. "I know baby. It's alright, I got you."

Thrust.

"I've got you, fuck, that's it, come on." He moaned against your jaw, left hand tightening its grip in your hair. "Relax your stomach now, breathe into it. Let it wash over you."

You tried your best to listen, tried to relax your stomach despite the rapid shaking of your entire body. Focused your breath into your stomach despite the tightening within it. And with it, something snapped, a thread, broke and let go.

Your body convulsed as you came on his cock, cunt tightening as you squirted all over him. Your orgasm wetting his cock, the sheets beneath you, his pants.

Severus groaned, fucking you now even harder, even more primal. As if the pride of giving you your first squirting orgasm had filled him with even more lust. His thumb kept drawing that same circle on your sensitive clit, picking up the pace as you squirted for him again.. And again.. And again.. Crying out and writhing beneath him, tears of pleasure rollled down your cheeks.

"That's it baby," He panted, "Just like that, fuck. Just. Like. That."

You continued to gush all over him, your orgasm lasting longer than you knew possible, trying your best to breathe like he'd told you too. Shaking, whimpering underneath him, you clung to him, pulling him in even closer.

"Shh, darling. I've got you, I've got you my love. Let yourself feel good, just like that."

His pace faltered, hips beginning to jerk as he tightened his grip on your hair, his thumb beginning to pick up it's pace with rapid desire. His own body began to shake against yours.

"Such a, fuck, good girl." He groaned into your neck. "Gonna make me cum like that."

You couldn't stop shaking, couldn't stop squirting, waves of pleasure rolling over you with no end. One after the other.

Severus moaned, loud and deep and muffled against your neck, his hips spasming as he thrusted deep into you once more, cuming inside you and finally relenting, releasing his thumb and his cock from your slick cunt.

He panted against your shaking body for a moment, the two of you catching your breath.

After a few seconds, he pulled you against him, his body flush against your back as you lay in little spoon, his arms wrapped protectively around you.

"Shh..." He whispered, caressing your shaking body. "Breathe, darling."

You drew in a shaky, long breath, trying your best to hold it for a second before releasing.

"Good girl." He murmered against your ear. "You did so well for me."

You hummed, smiling ever so slightly, eyes still closed in bliss. Exhaustion plagued your body, but no more so than pleasure.

He kissed behind your ear, a soft sigh leaving your mouth at the gentle contact.

"Are you alright, my love?" He whispered, fingers tracing circles on your arm.

You nodded slowly, turning slightly so he could see the soft, exhausted smile on your face.

He chuckled softly, kissing your lips and then murmering: "Enjoyed it, did you?"

You nodded again, your smile growing a little wider.

"Thank you, Sev." You whispered, your lips just barely brushing his.

You watched a small smile grow across his face as he looked into your eyes, his gaze gentle and loving. "Thank you, Y/N. For trusting me. You made such a beautiful mess."

You craned your head to look down at the soaked sheets. Heat rose to your cheeks a breathy laugh escaped your lips as you let your head fall back down against Severus's arm.

He kissed you on the lips, tenderly, gently, pulling away to rest his forehead against yours. "I am going to get you a glass of water. You'll need to rehydrate." He said softly.

A wider smile spread across your cheeks, eyes closing again in bliss. "You really do take care of me."

la fin

i hope this was alright, this is honestly my first time ever writing smut (well technically second since this is my second fic on here), so i'm very new to this, but i hope it's alright. thank u for the rec <3

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adispit · 9 months ago

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Hii! Do u write for xiao ?? If u do can u do with a amab reader who is extremely sensitive during sex and gets overstimulated really easily and cries??

A Hefty Price

Xiao x bttm m! thief reader

content warnings: slight dubcon, overstimulation, reader cries, Xiao is a little ooc bc he’s irritated and pissed here, mindbroken reader (fucked into oblivion), punishment sex (?)

note: hiya I didn’t know if u wanted plot with it so I just did it, hope you enjoy 😭🫶

You always thought you could get away with it. Xiao’s warnings, his sharp glares, the low growl in his voice whenever he caught you—it had become almost a routine, something predictable. You'd brush off his words, slip through his fingers, and disappear into the night with whatever prize you'd set your eyes on.

Maybe that’s why you kept going. Deep down, you believed Xiao would be lenient with you forever. That no matter how many times he cornered you, no matter how many times he said, “This is your last chance," there would always be one more.

But tonight was different.

The moment you saw him step out from the shadows, his figure illuminated by the pale moonlight, you knew something had shifted. His eyes weren’t just filled with the usual exasperation or annoyance. There was something darker, more primal, simmering beneath the surface.

You should’ve stopped.

But instead, you smirked, brushing off the unease creeping up your spine. "What, are you here to lecture me again, Xiao?" you teased, trying to keep your voice light. "You know how this goes. I’ll be gone before you even—"

You never got to finish your sentence.

Xiao moved faster than you’d ever seen him before, closing the distance between you in an instant. One moment, you were standing, your usual bravado shielding you from the weight of his presence, and the next, you were pressed against the stone wall of Wangshu Inn, your wrists pinned above your head in a grip so tight it made you gasp.

"Xiao—" you choked, but the words were caught in your throat as you met his gaze. His golden eyes bore into yours, no longer just filled with warning, but with an animal like intensity that sent your pulse racing in a way that had nothing to do with fear—and everything to do with something far more dangerous.

"You think I’ll let this slide again?" His voice was low, rough, almost unrecognizable in its rawness. His face was mere inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. "That I’ll keep letting you walk away like nothing happened?"

His grip tightened around your wrists, his body pressing you harder against the cold stone. The sudden, brutal force of it made your heart stutter, a flicker of panic mixing with something else you didn’t want to name. He wasn’t just angry—he was done. Done with your games, done with your teasing, and done with your refusal to take him seriously.

"You always brush off my warnings," Xiao growled, his voice so close, so filled with something dark and primal that it made your knees weak. "You think I’ll be lenient forever, that I won’t do anything to stop you."

You swallowed hard, the smirk that had once danced on your lips now completely gone. Your breath came in shallow gasps as you tried to understand what was happening. Xiao had always been intense, but this—this was different. He wasn’t holding back anymore.

"You’ve pushed me too far," he muttered, his voice low and dangerous. His hand left your wrist, sliding down to your throat in one swift, controlled motion, his thumb pressing just enough to make your breath hitch. "You think I’ll keep forgiving you? That you can keep stealing, keep defying me, without consequences?"

His eyes darkened as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "No more."

Your chest tightened at the finality in his tone, the weight of his words settling over you like a heavy cloak. You had always played with fire, but now, you were burning. Xiao’s restraint, his patience—it was gone, replaced by something far more wild, far more dangerous.

"I… I didn’t think—" you stammered, trying to gather your wits, but Xiao wasn’t having it.

"That’s your problem," he interrupted, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to make you still. "You never think. You believe you’re untouchable, that you can keep running from your consequences."

His fingers pressed harder against your skin, his body trapping yours completely against the wall, his eyes narrowing as he watched the realization wash over you. For the first time, you truly understood—you had gone too far. You had pushed him too far.

You opened your mouth to speak, to say something, but nothing came out. His grip on you was unyielding, his presence overwhelming. The usual playfulness you had wielded against him was gone, shattered under the weight of his fury.

His other hand slid down your side, pinning you in place with a strength that left no room for argument. You gasped, the pressure making it clear that this time, there was no escape.

"You never took me seriously," he murmured darkly, his lips brushing against your neck, sending heat coursing through you. "But I’m going to show you exactly how serious I can be."

Your breath hitched as his hand moved lower, tracing the lines of your body with a possessive touch, one that made it clear—he wasn’t playing around anymore. There was no teasing, no games. You had crossed the line, and Xiao was about to teach you the consequences of defying him.

"You’ll remember this," Xiao muttered, his voice filled with quiet dominance as he pressed you harder against the wall, his body leaving no space for resistance. "You’ll remember who you belong to."

Your heart raced, fear and something else—a darker, more dangerous thrill—mixing together as you realized just how far you had pushed him. Xiao wasn’t fucking around anymore.

And now, you were going to pay for it.

Your chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, your heart thundering against your ribs as you stared up at him, completely at his mercy. Letting out a quiet whimper at his gaze, you could feel heat pool in your core, inwardly groaning as his body pushed against yours, giving you no space to retreat or run. “Quiet, (name). Take your punishment.” He shot you a silent glare of disapproval as he fumbled clumsily at your pants.

You weren’t stupid, despite haven’t done this kind of thing before, but you knew what the Yaksha was trying to do, and was clear to your eyes. There was a flash of thought that crossed your mind that if Xiao was the one standing before you, and you weren’t pinned against a wall, you might have considered sharing your first with him.

Your body, however, was much more honest. As he freed your cock, it was already erect, as pearls of precum slid down your length, the cold night air graced your naked lower abdomen. Teeth chattering as the cold wind blew, it didn’t stop your cheeky mouth teasing him much to your regret later on, “Seems like the yaksha is quite the inexperienced one— Ah!” He gripped your dick forcefully, sending a shock of mixed sensations of pain and pleasure through your body. “You never shut up do you, mortal?” Xiao rebuked unhappily as he gingerly jerked your cock up and down, bringing about an onslaught of sheer pleasure and ecstasy that seemed to intertwine with each other.

Being a virgin yourself, it didn’t take for you to release, splattering ropes of white cum into his hand as you let out a strangled gasp. Your eyes widened as you felt Xiao's teeth graze your sensitive skin, a shudder running through your body. The combination of pleasure and discomfort had your nerves alight, every touch sparking a new wave of sensation.

"Nnh...haaah..." You whined, hips bucking involuntarily as you grinded down against the firm muscle of Xiao's thigh. The friction provided some respite, but it wasn’t enough to quell the ache building in your core.

“Stay still.” He let out a growl of frustration before biting down on your collarbone, fangs glinting in the moonlight, sunken into your sinewy skin. The bruising pain and burning pleasure felt indistinguishable as your mouth hung open with inaudible gasps escaping.

“You don’t listen,” he murmured darkly, his breath warm against the raw skin of your collarbone. His teeth released your skin, leaving the bruised, throbbing mark of his claim, the sting lingering like a brand. “You never listen.” His tongue flicked out to trace the bite, sending another wave of heat through your body.

Not intending to give you a break, his fingers thrust into your waiting hole, making you squirm and writhe, insides clenching around his fingers. “Hhn!” A gasp left your lips as you felt the fingers prodding a certain bundle of nerves, nudging it repeatedly until you was moaning incoherently. A little sob even escaped you, as your cock twitched, spurting white all over your own pelvis again. Your whole body quivered, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the stimulation didn’t cease, your breath came out in ragged gasps, each one more shallow than the last as your body trembled under his control.

The Yaksha’s name left your lips in a stutter.

The pleasure left you reeling in its wake like a tidal wave engulfing your body in full force. Tears began to decorate your eyes as you let out small hiccups and chokes from the merciless sensations that seemed to plague your fatigued body endlessly.

Xiao’s hand shifted from your ass to your chin, forcing you to look at him. His golden eyes bore into yours, sharp and unyielding. For a moment, something flickered in them—a recognition of the tears that now streamed down your face, glistening in the moonlight.

But his grip didn’t soften.

“Are you crying?” Xiao’s voice was rough, his words cutting through the haze between you. His thumb brushed against your cheek, smearing the tear across your skin. “After everything, you still don’t understand.”

“I’ll make you understand.” You let out a scream as he impaled you on his cock, the girthy length bullying his way into your insides, searing his shape into your walls. There was pain, yet most of it became pleasure as Xiao started to thrust in and out of your tightness. Inaudible, slurred cries escaped you as you hung your head low, body rocked back and forth as Xiao fucked you deep and slow. The tears kept falling, but you were helpless to stop them. Everything about this moment felt too intense, too overwhelming.

Half-sober, you muttered pleas and apologies from your hoarse throat amidst the obscene squelches of his cock kissing your walls repeatedly. “Too late.” He huffed a noncommittal sigh as he put your arms over his shoulders and carried your limp legs with his arms before driving his hips against yours with full force.

Your brain was mush at this point, barely registering anything as your overstimulated hole rapidly twitched and clenched around Xiao’s disappearing cock into your hole. Your cock let out pitiful drops of cum, if that could even be called that, as you had truly lost count on how many times you had climaxed simply from the sensation of his cock scraping against your sensitive walls.

You had truly paid a hefty price.

note: might have made him a little too intense here sry 😢 but i ran w it he’s tired w readers shit lol 😹

Reblogs are appreciated!

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magic-shop-stories · 3 months ago

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hiya I love your style of writing !!

Could you write a pregnancy yoongi headcannon , like add in the negatives and positives of going through a pregnancy with him etc :) and could you include how his idol life would affect it aswell please

hope you’re well 😊

💌 Reply:

AHAHHAHHHHH! THIS REQUEST IS GOING TO BE MY ROMAN EMPIRE FOR A WHILE - I SWEAR... I LOVE YOU! and THANK YOU And i really tried my best... hoping it's what you wanted 💜 PLS TELL ME IF I CAN WRITE A SHORT FIC OUT OF IT BECAUSE DAMN!!!!!!!!!! I OWE YOU! - c -

Min Yoongi (Suga) Pregnancy Headcanons x Reader

Warning: added a short mention of complication/ loss during pregnancy

🌙 How He Finds Out

you take the test alone first

needing to process it

when the second line appears, you sit on the bathroom floor for 20 minutes

staring at the wall for minutes

Yoongi knocks, worried

at first strained humor through the door

"Did tteokbokki kill you?"

you’ve been quiet too long

bobby pin lockpick (tour-prank skill)

finds you clutching the test (tears streaming)

his first words?

“Is that… ours?”

voice shaky

= like he’s afraid to hope

sinks beside you when you nod

forehead pressed to yours

thumbs brushing tears

“Okay. Okay.”

🌅 Initial Reaction

Panic

spends the first night researching everything

= prenatal vitamins, OB-GYNs in Seoul, safest baby monitors...

3 a.m.: muttering about “cord blood banking” and “hypoallergenic cribs”

"Newborns can’t regulate heat... adjust the thermostat!"

overprepared rants about blueberry-sized humans

Hidden Excitement

find him humming “Sweet Night” while washing dishes the next day

when you catch him, he scowls

blushing over secret excitement

“Don’t look at me.”

🌧️ Worries

Fatherhood Fears

his relationship with his dad haunts him

confesses at 2 a.m.

raw-voiced

“What if I’m… like him? What if I don’t know how to be there?”

Dad’s voice in his head, doubting his own readiness

reads “The Book You Wish Your Parents Had Read” in secret

highlights passages about “breaking cycles”

Idol Life Stress

agonizes over balancing tours and prenatal appointments

“I don’t want to miss a single scan. But if I cancel Osaka…”

🍲What He Does (Early Days)

Spoiling You

buys a Japanese kotatsu for the living room

"...so you’re always warm."

stocks the fridge with your cravings

hides your aversions in the back

Overprepared

creates a shared calendar labeled “Bun in Oven”

color-coded doctor visits, vitamin reminders, and “Y/N Nap Time”

finger brushing dates, secretly smiling

💜 Telling BTS

waits until the 12-week mark

invites them over for “casual dinner”

spends hours prepping japchae (your current craving)

hiding ultrasound printouts under napkins

Jungkook notices his trembling hands

"Hyung, did you poison the food?"

clears his throat, after dessert

“We, uh… made something.”

plays a voice memo of the baby’s heartbeat on the speaker

recorded secretly at the last scan

Reactions:

SILENCE

then CHAOS

Jin

“Finally! Our grandpa is gonna be a dad!”

immediately starts planning a diaper cake

Jungkook

cries silently

“Can I be the godfather? I’ll teach them...!”

Yoongi rolls his eyes but smiles

“Yeah, fine. Just… just... don’t drop them.”

Jimin

sob-hugs you

“I’m teaching them all the choreo. All of it.”

Taehyung

stares at the ultrasound

“It looks like a space alien. I love it.”

Namjoon

nods sagely

“Life’s most beautiful paradox... creation amid chaos.”

later slips Yoongi a parenting philosophy book titled “Raising Humans Without Losing Your Damn Mind”

Hobi

already reorganizing your pantry “for efficiency!”

tearfully rambling about “our baby’s first dance steps”

Yoongi’s Quiet Moment

leans against the kitchen counter

watching the chaos

you catch his faint smile

You: “They’re gonna spoil it rotten...” Yoongi: “…Good.”

Bonus:

“Project Blueberry” is the baby’s code name in the BTS group chat

Jin/ Jungkook changes it to “Golden Maknae 2.0.”

🖤 Telling His Family

after the 20-week anatomy scan

visits Daegu with ultrasound photos

buys a onesie that says “Future CEO of Daegu”

His Mom

opens the door, sees your bump

immediately bursts into tears/ sobs

hugs you

drags you to the kitchen

force-feeds you seaweed soup

then scolds Yoongi for “not feeding you enough”

“Are you sleeping? Are you eating? Why is she so pale?!”

His Dad

stiff handshake

avoids eye contact (at first)

awkward silence

later, his dad pulls him aside

“You’ll be better than me.”

Yoongi cries in the car afterward

Hidden Detail

finds an old mixtape in his childhood room

songs he made at 14

angry and unheard

slides it into the glove compartment

“Not passing that shit on”

tossing it in a Daegu dumpster on the drive home

🌼Daily Life

Routine & Rituals:

6:30 AM

unusually wakes before dawn to prep kimchi jjigae (iron-rich obsession)

leaves sticky notes: “EAT. OR ELSE.”

including doodles of frowning carrots

Post-Lunch Massages

teaches himself prenatal yoga via questionable YouTube tutorials

“Turn over. No... gently, you menace.”

his hands are surprisingly warm

kneading your lower back while muttering about “gluteus medius tension.”

Idol-Life Adjustments

converts his studio closet into a snack arsenal

= seaweed chips, honey butter almonds, and a secret Tteokbokki thermos for midnight cravings

texts producers: “No collabs after 8 PM. Family hours.”

Chores

takes over laundry

insists on fragrance-free detergent

fights Jungkook over detergent brands

“Mint scent? Are you trying to kill her? Fragrance-FREE ONLY.”

becomes a kimchi jjigae master to combat your anemia

recipe is his mom’s (smuggled during the Daegu trip)

builds the crib himself

“Ikea is a conspiracy.”

Taehyung helps by painting constellations on the wall

Idol Life Impact

skips late-night studio sessions to rub your feet

writes lullabies instead of diss tracks

secretly practices swaddling with a stuffed tiger

Quiet Moments

3 AM Playlist Curating

creates a “Calm the Fuck Down”* playlist for your anxiety

SEA, Winter Bear, Seesaw, and hidden track “Noori’s Lullaby”

=his first composition for the baby

samples your heartbeat from the first ultrasound

Voice Memos

records himself reading The Little Prince for days he’s on tour

“You think they can hear me? …Stupid question. Forget it.”

📸 Public Announcement

Lead-Up

Media Lockdown:

hires cybersecurity team to scrub your address from forums

changes your code name to “Meteor” (after Jungkook’s “it’s a star baby!” slip-up)

ARMY Hints

wears a silver bracelet engraved with “Noori” during a Live

Army's zoom in

crashing Weverse with theories

Reveal

after birth

via a handwritten letter on Weverse

smudged ink (from your tears, denies it's his)

Text: “ARMY, you’ve been my light, you gave me light when I was shadows. Now I have a new one, a new sun to protect. Please protect their privacy, love them quietly, as I do. – SUGA”

posts a black-and-white photo of the baby’s hand gripping his pinky

Aftermath:

ARMY Reactions

#Noori trends for 72 hours

ARMY floods donation sites in the baby’s name

$500k to children’s hospitals in under a day

Paparazzi Countermeasures

releases a diss track snippet targeting tabloids

“Snap a pic, I snap your lens. Try me.”

billboards drop by 80%

🌀 When You Panic

Trigger

a What to Expect chapter about birth defects

you drop the book, gasping for air

Calm Facade, storm inside

voice steady, hands grounding yours

“Breathe. We’ve got this.”

Secret Meltdowns

texts Namjoon at 4 a.m.

“What if I’m terrible at this?”

gets a thesis-length reply about “the ontology of parenthood”

Acts of Service

makes citrus tea in his studio mug (the one chipped from your first fight

distracts you with “urgent” decisions

“Which onesie is less cursed? Dinosaur or broccoli?”

Idol-Life Impact

cancels a radio appearance to stay home

tells Bang PD: “Family emergency”

later writes a ballad to process the guilt

🕯️If Something Goes Wrong (+ Loss)

Hospital Vigils

refuses to leave your side

snaps at nurses who downplay your pain

or who call it “common”

“Not to us.”

washes your hair in the hospital sink, fingers trembling

“I’ve got you. Always.”

Guilt/ Aftermath

blames himself

“I should’ve canceled the tour. Should’ve noticed sooner.”

you find him asleep in the nursery rocker

tear tracks dried on his cheeks

clutching the “Future CEO of Daegu” onesie

writes “Noori (Unsung Verse)”

no lyrics, just piano

plays it once, then locks the file

postpones tour indefinitely

releases a vague statement: “Health hiatus”

ARMY floods Weverse with support

Support System

Jin forces you both to his cabin

“No talking. Just eat and stare at the river.”

Jungkook leaves a stuffed tiger on your doorstep

note: “For when you’re ready”

Bonus

"Noori (Unsung Verse)” is played once

years later, at his child’s first piano recital

brings your child on tour in noise-canceling headset

"Their first concert better be mine!"

🎉Gender Reveal

Reaction

“A girl? Fuck. Fuck. She’s gonna wreck me.”

immediately buys tiny Converse and a BTS World plush set

ultrasound tech says “It’s a boy!”

Yoongi freezes

voice cracks

“…A boy?” “Fuck. Fuck.”

buys tiny headphones the next day

“For studio time. Gotta start early.”

gender-neutral nursery anyway

soft grays, muted mint, and a framed lyric:

“You’re my eternal moment”

whispering to your bump at night

“You can be anything. Artist, engineer, anything. I’ll never say ‘phase.’”

teaches the baby “Daechwita” beats via belly taps

“Rhythm’s in their blood, huh?”

🏥 Labor & Delivery

Prep

packs a hospital bag

weeks early

= your favorite hoodie, his AirPods (for your playlist), and a stress ball shaped like a bear*

*Jin’s gift: “For when you wanna murder him mid-contraction”

memorizes your birth plan like a rap verse

argues with a nurse about “delayed cord clamping”

you have to tell him to breathe

During Labor

holds your hand

cracks terrible dad jokes to distract you

“Hey, at least the kid’s got my timing... fashionably late.” “Kid’s already stubborn. Must get it from you.”

becomes your human anchor

counts breaths in rhythm

white-knuckles the bedrail

tears in his eye

“You’re doing so good. So fucking good.”

First Hold

cutting the cord

hands shake, but he does it

freezes when the nurse hands him the baby

“They're… so small” “Strongest thing I’ve ever held.”

cradles them like glass, lyric notebook (reverent, awed)

whispering

“Hi, little shadow"

Namjoon snaps a pic of Yoongi asleep in a chair

baby on his chest

both swaddled in the Agust D merch

= becomes his lockscreen

🌐 Idol Life Challenges

Touring/ Tour Adjustments

negotiates shorter legs of tours

2-week tour blocks max

“I’ll livestream concerts if I have to. Not missing first steps/ birth!”

FaceTimes you during soundcheck

camera angled at your belly

“Tell them Appa’s coming home soon.”

brings them in a soundproof bassinet backstage

staff find Yoongi humming “Spring Day” during diaper changes

baby monitor on his desk

producers hear gurgles during track reviews

“New focus tester. Baby hates trap beats.”

Privacy

hires extra security

insists on code names (“Project Blueberry”) in group chat

threatens to write a diss track about any paparazzi who snap bump pics

wears a “F** Off”* face mask in baby-outing pics

archives old posts

New IG bio: “Not a role model. Just a dad.”

BONUS - BTS Support System

Jin’s Uncle Duties

babysits with RJ plushie tutorials

“Lesson one: How to side-eye haters and still be handsome.”

Hobi’s Playdates

teaches them “micro-dancing” (tiny foot wiggles)

Yoongi films it

saves it as “future blackmail”

🎁 Bonus Headcanons

Nicknames/ Nonsense

calls the baby “Noori” (meaning “world”) until you both decide on a name

denies it’s sentimental

calls them “Shadow” when they toddle after him

“Like father, like menace.”

secretly thrilled when their first word is “Appa”

claims it was “aggressive babbling”

Late Nights

falls asleep reading parenting forums

bookmarks: “How to Apologize to Your Kid (Even When You’re Scared).”

First Birthday

hosts a private party with BTS/ private zoo trip

baby tries to hug a baby goat

Yoongi’s face softens

“Cursed. They're cursed.” (Takes 100 photos.)

Jungkook faceplants into the smash cake

Yoongi saves a frosting-smudged photo in his “Hidden” album

First Studio Visit

lets them mash piano keys

samples it into a track titled “Noori’s Chaos Theory”

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lanawinterscigarettes · 8 months ago

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hiya! is there nay chance you could write a smutty Nate Archibald one shot pls. feel free to do whatever and take your time. thanks.

ofc! (I wrote this to be gn since you didn't specify) hope you like it <3

First Time (Nate Archibald x gn reader)

Warnings: SMUT, penetrative sex (obviously it's not specified whether it's vaginal or anal since the reader's gn), condoms aren't mentioned being used but I think it should go without saying to wrap it before you tap it, virgin reader/reader's first time, Nate is literally so sweet here

"There we go, baby, that's it." Nate's voice was but a mere whisper in your ear as he slowly sunk inside you, his lips moving to leave hot kisses that trailed from your neck down to your shoulders.

It was your first time, and he was being oh so careful with you, not wanting you to accidentally get hurt. He was the only boyfriend you'd ever had who cared so much about you. All of your other ones were either pissed that you didn't "give it up" so easily or got way too excited over the prospect of you being a virgin. None of them cared about you the way that he did.

He was so patient with you, letting you take things at your own pace and always backing off if he felt like he was going too far. Not once did he ever pressure you or try to make you feel as if you had to have sex with him in order to make him happy, because your feelings were much more of a priority in his eyes. He was the perfect guy if there ever was one.

"Mm..." You let out a strangled whimper, your eyes fluttering shut as you tried to get used to the almost unbearable feeling of being so full. Nothing had ever made you feel so overwhelmed before, in the best way possible. It was hard for you to envision ever being able to pleasure yourself properly again after this.

"Let me know when you want me to move, okay?" He murmured gently, his hands planted firmly on your hips as he spoke. God, he wanted to move. He wanted to move so badly, wanted to hear your moans, wanted to see you come undone underneath him.

But for as much of a whore as he may have been (class whore, to be exact) Nate Archibald was nothing if not a gentleman. He didn't want to rush you. It wouldn't be right, especially with it being your first time. So he waited.

He waited until he saw your eyes open agan, staring up at him with a gaze full of the utmost need while nodding your head, breathing out a soft "I'm ready" to give him the go ahead.

That was all he needed, his hips slow and deliberate as they began to carefully rock into yours. He wasn't quite sure how sensitive you were yet, so he didn't know how much or how little would end up overwhelming you, and he definitely didn't want to take the risk of this being a bad experience.

After all, his own virginity was lost to his then-girlfriend's best friend on the counter of a bar, so he was desperate to make this right for you. (It wasn't his worst memory, but he certainly wasn't proud of it happening.)

"You're so big," you muttered without thinking as you felt his cock move inside you, pulling out some before pushing back in deeper than before, that same action repeated over and over again like a perfect rhythm.

He let out a chuckle at your words, giving your hips a playful squeeze in response. "I think you're just saying that because your fingers are so damn small and could never reach the places that I can," he lightly teased, nuzzling against the side of your neck before pressing a kiss to the pulse point in that area.

You gasped at the kiss he left behind before giggling a little, your arms wrapping around his neck so you could pull him in closer. "You're such a tease," you accused with no real malice before giving him a kiss yourself, one that was tender and sweet and showcased your love for him perfectly.

It was hard for him not to melt completely at the action as he could feel himself starting to fall deeper and deeper in love with you. No one had ever made him feel this way before, not Blair, not Serena, not Jenny, and certainly not Vanessa of all people. You were different to him. As cheesy as it sounded, you were special.

One of his hands moved from your hips to grip tightly on the headboard above you as he tried his hardest to restrain himself. Part of him wanted to be rough, to leave bruises and hickeys and marks so everyone would know that you were his and his alone, and so that you yourself would be reminded of the fact every time you dared to look into a mirror.

"You can be a bit rougher if you want."

Your softly spoken words brought him out of his head and back into reality, his baby blue eyes staring down into yours as he processed what you'd said. "Are you sure?" His thumb gently rubbed your hipbone from where his other hand still rested on you, looking a bit apprehensive at the idea of getting rough. "This is your first time, after all."

"I know it is, but I don't care."

A low groan escaped him when he felt your hips thrust upwards, trying to match his movements with some of your own. His hand on the headboard gripped it tighter, so tight that his knuckles were starting to pale. "If that's what you want. But I want you to promise to let me know the second I get too rough, okay? I don't want to hurt you."

Nodding your head, you looked up at him with a gaze full of affection and love. "I trust you to be careful," you replied in a tone that was filled to the brim with admiration, and he could tell you really meant that.

He dipped his head down to give you another kiss, the hand that was on your hip moving up to cup your face. "Okay, baby. If that's what you want." Tentatively, he quickened his pace, though he was sure to keep an eye on you the whole time to ensure you were okay with it.

Judging from the way your back arched and your nails dug into his shoulder blades, he was quite certain you seemed to be enjoying yourself. "Oh my God, Nate- God, yes, just like that-"

The pure desperation in your voice spurned him on, making him even more eager to please. He found himself grateful he didn't have any neighbors, because between your moans, his grunts, and the way the bed was starting to loudly slam into the wall it was making quite a racket. Both of you had a good amount of marks on you by the time you were finished, bright red scratches going down his back from your nails and dark purple hickeys covering your neck from his mouth.

You'd fully expected him to just collapse on top of you before rolling over and calling it a night like most guys were commonly known to do, but he actually took the time you help clean you off and get you dressed again, even going so far as to get you a glass of water. Men like him were truly one in a million, you were sure.

"You okay?" He gently asked after wrapping you up in the blankets, allowing you to cuddle up next to him as you got comfortable.

A content sigh escaped from you as you rested your head against his shoulder. It was really a no brainer that when it came to choosing who to give your virginity to you definitely made the right choice. "I'm more than okay. I'm perfect."

End notes: ironically enough in reference to the title this was my first time writing for nate so I hope I did well <3

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itzpookiepooh · 6 days ago

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hiya! I love yr writing so much. For a request would u mind writing something abt the lads men having sassy babies? It’s based of this tt

Thank you so much if u write this!

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNdUmsG8V/

Sassy Pants

Your daughter was just like Rafayel. Sassy and dramatic to boot. Rafayel doesn’t see it but you do, everyday. It’s definitely an inherited trait. So imagine his surprise when his mini me sassed him today.

He was teaching her how to hold a pencil. As he was teaching her he was still holding onto her hand helping her trace. He seemed to be holding onto for too long because she snatched her hand away and started scribbling by herself. His jaw was on the floor.

“Did you see that? I can’t believe she did that to me!” He sounded offended. Hand on his chest and all.

“I wonder where she got that from.” You said sarcastically but he didn’t catch on.

“I don’t know but it’s certainly not from in this house.” He pouts watching her draw unfazed.

“Right not in this house…” You mumble scratching the back of your neck.

“What are you saying?” He questioned you equally as offended as he was earlier.

“Nothing.” You smile innocently as you turn to watch your daughter scribble.

Zayne was trying to feed your son mashed peas but he wouldn’t eat it. No matter how much he begged and coaxed him he just didn’t like it. He pushed the bowl away with a facial expression just like his daddy making you almost laugh in Zayne’s face.

“I don’t understand where this attitude is coming from.” He mumbles to himself as your son bangs on his high chair.

“Well he sees a certain someone not eat their carrots.” You mumble while looking elsewhere.

“I see. I haven’t set a good example.” He sighs before taking the bowl and walking away.

“So you’ll eat your carrots?” You ask as he throws the peas out.

“Absolutely not. We can try another vegetable if he would like.” He tells you as he goes to wash out the bowl. You slide down in the chair clearly defeated.

Caleb was on baby duty while you got a shower in. He was teaching your daughter to build something with mega blocks. The issue was the blocks kept falling over when she stacked them too high. She was becoming impatient.

“It’s okay Princess let’s try again.” He reassured her as he built the foundation and she started again. Although she had a good foundation it fell over once more.

She slammed her hands down repeatedly as she screamed making your eyes go wide. Caleb tried to comfort her but it was no use as she huffed and puffed.

“Let’s take a deep breath.” Caleb said gently as he wraps his hands around her to pick her up but she gave him the stankiest face she could muster. You fell out into full blown laughter.

“Hey! That’s not nice to do to Daddy!” Caleb pouted as you turned away trying to regain your breath.

Xavier and your baby are very much alike. So when Xavier put the baby down for a nap you didn’t think he was putting himself down too. It was getting late and you had to feed your little one so you went to wake him and his father.

Xavier’s hair and your baby’s hair was strewn on the pillows. They slept in the oddest position with Xavier sprawled at the bottom and his mini me sprawled on top of him. You smile at them before picking up your son.

“It’s time for dinner my love.” You whisper kissing his fat cheeks. He puts a hand on your lips and mugs you.

How dare you wake him up from the best sleep he’s ever had? Your eyes widen as he stares at you tiredly, angrily. Xavier lifts his head in a quick panic when he doesn’t feel the baby before looking up to you both having a staring contest.

“What did I miss?” His groggy voice asked.

Sylus and your lovely child were bickering. Your child has a similar evol to your husband. Therefore, she pops up where she wants when she wants. It was terrifying at first however, you’ve gotten use to it. Sylus however is tired of her ignoring him.

“You’ll become a pancake using your energy this way.” He explains in the simplest way possible only for your child to babble at him as he nods.

“I know you like to do it but it’s not safe. You need more training.” He explains again but she babbles again anyway. She makes a face at him as you tried not to laugh from the doorway.

“Well that’s not a nice face to make at your father now is it?” He rests her on his thigh with a raised eyebrow.

“She’s got your attitude.” You point out to him as he smirks at you. “I beg to differ.” He chuckles bouncing her.

I love sassy babies they don’t know how funny they are

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mavrintarou · 1 month ago

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[10:49 AM] Oikawa Tooru

I have been gatekeeping this for a long time. I've been in a writing slump, wanting to write but not knowing how to. It sucks. I get too deep into it and write too long that I don't know how to end it. I'm trying to write in first person; switching was a challenge, so you may see some mistakes.

Warning: smut, younger Tooru and older Y/n.

You couldn’t help but frown when you saw two missed calls from Tooru and a few texts from him.

Tooru is not a texter at all. He prefers to call or leave voice messages.

All his texts ask if you are free, are you free yet, and when you will be free.

You reached his voicemail when you tried to return the call; it went straight to voicemail.

You call your brother. “Hey – I got two missed calls from Oikawa, and when I tried to call him back, it went straight to voicemail. What’s his address? I’ll go check on him.”

You don’t know how your brother knows his address and his door code, but he does.

“He’s fucken emo,” Hajime warned, “If he gives you a hard time, tell me, I’ll beat him in the head.”

“Sure, sure.” You laughed, hanging up.

Living in Argentina, your little brother’s best friend was the last person you had expected to run into at the nightclub. The person who was dancing behind you for a solid five minutes, moving with you… Everything just felt so perfect.

Until you turned around to take a look at this person.

You were almost convinced that someone must have spiked your drink when you weren’t looking. You smeared your eye makeup, rubbing both eyes to make sure it was really him.

“Oikawa!” You remember shouting, “Is that really you?” You say in Japanese.

His cocky smile was all you needed to confirm.

Your little brother failed to notify you that his annoyingly cute best friend was moving halfway across the world to the same city and country.

It turns out that Tooru was the newest setter to join the professional men’s volleyball team of Argentina. You were the team’s head doctor.

You tried to call Tooru again to give him a heads-up but reached his voicemail again. You texted him for the sake of texting.

You politely knocked on his door, and after thirty seconds of no response, you entered the code to the door.

“Oikawa?” You called, locking the door behind you. “It’s me, Y/n. Are you okay? Where are you?”

Familiar soft foot pads echo coming closer to you.

“Hiya, Chibi!” You picked up the multicolored Maltese Shih Tzu, who looks like an animated cartoon puppy. “Where’s daddy?”

The little furball scrambled out of your hold and ran away, leaving you to hurry up to take your shoes off and follow.

Chibi scratches at the door. “Oikawa? You in here?”

You heard a faint, “Yes.”

You found him on his bed, and your eyes widened. You dropped your bag and hurried towards him. Trying to calm the panic in you, you took a deep breath and evaluated the situation. You first touched his forehead; your palm was immediately wet from his sweat. “You’re having a fever? Are you in pain?”

He had suffered from a knee injury during training, and you had ordered him off the court for three weeks.

You’ve never seen him so furious with you, but you didn’t budge. You are aware of his injuries from his younger days and have warned him to take care of himself.

Tooru only grunted and reached for your hand, pressing your cold fingers against his hot cheeks. “I tried to call you…”

“I know, I’m sorry I was busy,” you say. “Is your knee hurting?”

“Everything hurts…”

Two hours later, his fever finally broke. You forced him to wake up and eat.

“Would you like to ice the knee?”

Setting the soup down, he nods, “Yes, I could use some icing. If you could, I should have ice pads in the freezer. Can you grab them for me?”

You nod, leaving and returning seconds later. Carefully adjusting his leg, you place the cool pack on his knee, elevating his ankle as well. “You gave me a scare there for a second. Your phone went straight to voice mail, and you weren’t responding…”

“My phone battery is dead, and my charger was out of reach. I was too much in pain to grab it.”

The goofball had avoided all pain meds in general.

“If you don’t treat your knee pain, it will only get worse, and by worst, I mean your career can be over in the blink of an eye.” You shouldn’t have to lecture him, but you do. He is someone you care about.

Tooru nodded and, for the first time, didn’t make any teasing remark. He took any opportunity to flirt with you.

“You should rest,” you say, standing up.

His face flashes panic as he reaches for you. “You’re leaving?”

You blink in confusion. “Do you need something else?”

“Stay,” he says without hesitating.

You raise a brow at him. “You want me to stay?” He nods. Tooru suddenly looks like the little ten-year-old boy you first met all those years ago. “Are you uncomfortable?”

“Kind of, I’m kind of nervous being alone if I’m not feeling well.”

You agree that he has no one to check on him except for yourself.

“I have a guest room across the hall, You can stay there, but stay here, please?”

“Okay,” you give in. You tug your wrist, but he keeps his hold tight. “I’ll stay. Now let go.”

“Stay until I fall asleep.”

“I give you an inch and you’re going to take a foot?” You make a face at him, unable to resist his puppy eyes. “Fine, let go so I can clear up your food here.”

“You have 15 minutes to fall asleep, no talking.”

You lay on his bed, glaring at him as he faces you with his cheeky smile. He did not look like a sick patient. You don’t know why your heart is beating as if it’s trying to escape your chest,

“How about touching?”

“Tooru.”

He smiles at your warning tone. “Okay, no touching. But can you talk? I like hearing your voice. You have a nice voice.”

“Stop looking at me, and I’ll talk. I’ll walk you through my morning and skincare routine.”

Obediently, he shifted onto his back and closed his eyes.

“I wake up and stretch, do at least ten minutes of yoga in bed before I get out.” You roll onto your side, facing him. “Then I get out of bed and go to the bathroom, use the toilet, and then wash my hands… then put my headband on…”

“You don’t do morning showers?”

“No, I don’t like morning showers. And you’re not supposed to be talking.”

“Oh, yes, right. Carry on.”

“That’s a warning. Talk one more time, and I’ll leave.”

He hums, understanding.

“I start with splashing my face with warm water, and then I use my oil cleanser first, lathering my face and focusing on areas where I often break out most like my nose and chin.” You paused, thinking about your routine. “And then I let it sit for a few seconds before rinsing. I then go with a second face wash, usually a deep cleanser, and repeat the same process. I dry my face and then use whichever toner I want and massage it….”

You look at Tooru and see his eyes are on you, and they quickly shut.

“Go to sleep, Oikawa.” You huff, “If you’re not going to go to sleep, I’m leaving.” You move to get up but stop, “what are you doing?”

“Stay,” he laces your fingers together and pulls your hand over his stomach. “You were talking about massaging…” He yawns.

“Yes, massaging the toner into my skin…”

“I never had a head massage before…”

“Let go of my hand.” You try to pull your hand free, but he tightens his grip.

“No, you’ll leave if I let go.”

“Do you want a head massage or not?”

He opens his eyes and narrows them for a split second before letting go of your hand.

You scoot closer and reach to run your fingers through his thick mop of brown hair. His eyes immediately shut, and he sighs. You use your nails and stroke his scalp in a circular motion.

“Keep… keep talking please…”

“ I find what serum to use, that depends on my skin at the moment… if I’m breaking out or if I have redness… it’ll depend on the serum…”

His breath is steady a few minutes later.

[Tooru’s POV]

“He can totally do so much better!” Y/n exclaimed, clearly frustrated at the blind date show we are watching. She cupped her mouth with one hand to prevent chips from flying out. “She is totally two-timing him! Leading him on!” She finally looks over at me and frowns, What?”

I smile at her, shaking my head. “And you didn’t want to watch this show with me,” I reminded. “Look at you, so invested now.”

“Well, this is your place, you choose the show,” she answered.

It could be your place too, our place, I wanted to say.

Y/n has been over every single day for the past week. With me being in temporary jail, because that’s what it sure feels like, I’m stuck being homebound with Chibi, who seems to be quite annoyed with me.

I know Y/n is near and at the door when Chibi starts barking, a specific bark that I’ve picked up that is for only Y/n. He runs to the door, barking and scratching at the door and give it a few seconds, Y/n would enter, cooing and telling my damn dog how much she misses him.

I want her to fucken miss me too.

Because I fucken missed her.

I’m fucken jealous of my damn dog when Y/n gives all her attention to him. To make matters worse, when she carries him in her arms, the dog dares to look at me and smirk while enjoying her fingers combing through his fluffy hair.

That should be me that she’s giving a head massage to.

She has been taking Chibi out for walks for me since I’m incapable of doing so. After they return, that’s when she gives me her full attention, and I get to smirk at my dog.

I know Y/n is hesitant with being at my place. Technically, she is my sports doctor. But first, she is the person I have been in love with since I was thirteen, and to me, that overrides everything above all else.

She shifts between her doctor-mode and moments when she treats me as a man rather than a patient.

I don’t know when she stopped treating me like Iwa’s best friend; that was not my favorite Y/n. When I admitted to myself that I was in love with my best friend’s older sister, I wanted so badly for Y/n to look at me as a man. A man who has feelings for a woman, even if she is five years older.

“I have something to ask you…” She looks up at me with eyes full of hesitation and nervousness.

“What’s wrong?” My heart quickened as I began thinking of the worst-case scenario.

She inhales sharply before asking, “My apartment is getting renovated without much notice, I have one week to find a new place, and I have not had any luck…”

I picked up where this was going. “You need a place? Got it, you can stay here.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “How’d –“

“When do you need to move out by? Can I hire movers for you?”

She shakes her head as if breaking out of a trance. “Wait, movers? I need to be out by the end of the week, but I can figure that out. I just needed a temporary place –“

“Yes, you can stay here, Y/n. I have plenty of room here, you can have the master bedroom if you like so you can have your private bathroom.” I tried to contain my desperation. Hopefully she can’t hear how fast my heart is beating at the thought of us living together? “Let me hire movers for you. I don’t want you carrying or lifting anything alone.” Because I can’t help. “You can move all your stuff here, there’s plenty of room.”

“I’m not moving my furniture here; I’ll get a storage for it.”

I haven’t been to Y/n’s place before, but from what I remember, Y/n was a minimalist.

“I don’t have a lot since I like minimal stuff,” she answered, confirming my thinking. “I’ll probably sell it since I’ve been thinking about getting new stuff.”

“Let me hire some movers regardless,” I say again. “Let me take care of you.”

Something flashed in her eyes, and I knew I had hit a tender spot in her heart.

I remember Iwa’s words; my sister is the mom I never had. She’s always taken care of my dad and me, and she doesn’t ever take time for herself. She doesn’t know how to let others take care of her. So, when you see her, please take care of her for me.

“That’s very nice of you, Tooru – “

When she uses my given name, she sees me as a man versus her brother’s friend. “Great, I’ll get in contact with Cecilly to coordinate something!”

“But you don’t have to take care of me…” she finished, giving me her friendly smile. The one that reminds me that I’m just her brother’s friend.

“Nope, I’m helping for all the times you’ve helped me out so you’re accepting it. No arguments.” I held my ground.

She inhales sharply before sighing and shocks me by accepting, “Okay, only because I have to ask for one more request.”

“What is it?” I tried not to sound too eager to assist.

“I have a dental appointment in two weeks where I will need to go under for them to take out all four of my wisdom teeth. I’ll need someone –“

“I’ll be happy to help.” This was perfect because I am officially out of jail after tonight. I am able to do my normal activities starting tomorrow, including driving.

“You have to let me finish!”

I smile. “No need. You’re going to ask if I can be your emergency contact and buddy to the dental office and bring you back?” She nods. “Great, it all works out since you’ll be living here anyways.”

She lets out a soft laugh that sends my cock twitching in my jogger. “You’re right. If I’m going to stay here with you, it’ll be best to ask you instead of Miguel.”

My heart freezes. There is no way in hell she is going to ask Miguel to be her emergency contact. “I got it; there's no need to bother Fuentez.”

He was the retired captain of the team who was trying hard to get into Y/n’s bed.

“Mr. Oikawa?” I look up hearing my name. “Y/n’s procedure is completed; she just woke up from anesthesia.”

I follow the assistant to the back and into a room where Y/n’s eyes widen, beaming at me. “Drooru!” She sits up in the chair, holding her arms out like she was requesting a hug. “I mish you…”

I look at the other assistant in the room, and she just smiles, “She’s a bit loopy.”

I nod and close the space between Y/n and me. She gestures to get closer and hug her. I lean in and wrap my arms around her. I press my lips to her hair. “Hey silly girl.”

She inhales deeply, pressing her nose against the collar of my shirt. “You schmell so goo…” her words slurs.

I look at the dental assistance and feel my face flush. She tries hard not to laugh, I’m sure she sees this daily.

“Well, Y/n, I think you’re all set to go home with your friend.” She hands some paper over to me, indicating they were her discharge forms.

Y/n pulls away and with a serious look at the assistant, “he’s my lover, he just doesn’t know it yet.”

The dental assistant played shock, “Oh, I did not know that. I hope you tell him soon then.”

I look down at our intertwined hands, Y/n had insisted on holding my hand once we got in the car. She has my hand sandwich in between both of hers, as if I’ll try to pull away.

Little does she know, I never want her to let me go.

“Your hands,” she lifts my hand up as if inspecting it, “it’s so… big and… big… I love it.” She flexes my fingers straight, “you have such pretty fingers… so long… I have always wondered how they would feel inside me…”

I nearly ran at a traffic light.

This girl was going to kill us both.

I get us home in a timely manner, if she notices visible tent between my legs, she doesn’t say anything.

I put her in bed, and she doesn’t protest, thankfully. The next question is not meant to come out sexually, but it did. “Do you need me to take off anything?”

Her closed eyes slowly open, and she gives me a side glance. I don’t know if she was sobering up from the anesthesia or if she was still loopy.

“Can you help me take off my socks and jeans? I don’t like them,” she answered.

“Absolutely,” I answered and reached to first take off her socks and then went for her jeans, which she was trying to unbutton herself. “Let me do it.”

She drops her hands and lets out a deep breath. “Don’t judge my underwear…”

“I won’t.”

“Or my bra… I’m not like other girls where I wear matching stuff… I’m lucky if I wear a bra or underwear. I like going commando.”

I choke and cough at the same time. Does she mean to tell me that there were some days she wore no underwear underneath her outfit? I cleared my throat, “I won’t judge.”

She looks up at me with eyes that would make me fall to my knees before her. “Can you take off my bra too? My arms feel like spaghetti noodles.”

I blink, “Spaghetti noodles?”

She demonstrated, holding her arms up in the air and waving them. “Like this…”

I chuckle, “Okay, let me get your jeans off first.” She nods, putting her arms down. I take her jeans off and try not to get too excited when her panties are exposed. They have blue stripes on them. I reach for her hands and pull her up into a sitting position. “I won’t take off your shirt, I’ll just reach behind to unclasp the hooks to your bra.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “How do you know how to take off a bra? How many times have you done it? Huh?” She interrogated, eyes narrowing at you.

I blink, shocked. “What?”

She reaches for my hands and press both my palms to her tits, “do you touch other women’s tits too?”

I refused to answer her.

Her eyes water, and she lets go of my wrists, reaching behind to undo her bra. When she struggles, I call her name softly, reaching to grab her wrists to stop her. “Let me,” I say, sliding my hand up the back of her shirt to unclasp the hooks and pull the straps so she can slip her arms out. I grabbed her bra from underneath her shirt and set it aside, noting how warm the cups were. When I turned back to look at her, Y/n tossed her shirt over my head and looked at me with a blink stare.

Do. Not. Look.

“Are my breasts small?” She cups her breasts and jiggles them, “They’re so much smaller than the women around here.” She puffs out her chest, “Here, touch them, Tooru.”

Fucken hell…

When I don’t make a move, she reaches for my hands and places them on her breasts. They were warm and small, yet they fit in my palm just the way I have imagined they would.

“Your hands… are too big for them,” she pouts.

“They’re perfect,” I say softly, massaging them unconsciously. They were so soft, her perky nipples tickled my palm. I rub them softly, trapping her nipple between my fingers. “They are perfect to me and that’s all that matters.”

I need to stop.

But I can’t.

“Yes… just like that,” Y/n moaned, her eyes were shut, and she leaned back on her hands, thrusting her chest into my hands. “You make them feel… feel so good…”

I need to stop.

But I can’t.

My hands keep massaging them and my mouth water, wanting a taste.

“Tooru... oh fuck, Tooru... I love your hands... I love it... I love you...”

“We shouldn’t,” I choke, and pull away, quickly standing up. I push her flat on the bed, “Sleep, Y/n.”

She looks up at me with wide eyes, “Tooru…”

She was about to reach out to me when I stepped back, running a hand through my hair. “I’ll check up on you later.”

Shit always changes when you cross the line.

I’ve been ignoring Y/n for two days now.

Thankfully, I got the green light to return for training and practice. I don’t know if it’s a blessing, but Y/n has been busy with other team members.

I’m a coward when she does try to talk to me, I’ve dodged her.

“Tooru.” I freeze right before escaping my room. “Come here.”

I turn around and face her. “Y/n.”

“I remember what happened.”

“Fuck,” I swear under my breath. I study her expression and body language, and it’s different from what I’m expecting. She looks scared.

“Well, cat is out of the bag.”

I frown. “What do you mean?”

Her expression softened as she said, “What I said that day of the surgery was nothing but the truth."

My ears ring with an annoying sound and I feel my brain has errored out. All I could utter was, “What?”

“I remember what happened and how I acted that day, but it was all real – is what I’m saying.” She sighs, “I’m sorry if I ruined our friendship or made you feel uncomfortable. I’m not going to hide it anymore since there is nothing to hide anymore.” She gives me a sheepish smile and shrugs, “All in all, it trickles down to that I’m in love with you, for a while now.”

I’ve never been more thankful of my long legs as it closed the distance in a second. I cup her face in my hands and kiss her. I’m so high with our kiss I barely feel her hands on my waist.

We both gasp for a breath of air when I break away, only for a second to say, “Me too, I have love you too.” My eyes shut as I rub my nose against hers. “This is so unreal.” I opened my eyes, and she was still in front of me and in my arms. “I’ve dreamed about this so many times.” I trail my knuckles against her soft cheek. “If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.”

Her eyes filled with tears, and she shook her head. “Kiss me again so I know it’s real.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice.

[Thirteen days later]

Fate finally brought us together, only to separate us for two agonizing weeks.

The following day, after we cleared the air, Y/n was sent to a last-minute five-day conference in Mendoza, a few hours away.

I had to leave for an away game in Portugal the day she returned.

We could only resort to video calls.

“God, I miss you.” I sounded like a clingy person.

“Just one more day.” Her bare face made her look younger. I can see the freckles that she often hid under her makeup.

“Say it,” I demand, more like beg.

She makes a face at me before her cheeks redden and quietly mutters, “I miss you, too. A lot.” She turns the camera to Chibi and my boy barks, seeing my face. “We both miss you terribly. Your place is too quiet.”

“Our place,” I correct her.

My heart is about to burst. Y/n has assured me that she’s not used to verbally expressing her feelings, but for me, she will work on it.

Because I love that shit.

I love being told by Y/n…

“I saw you play today.” It makes me freaken elastic knowing she watched me play, even if it was through a screen.

“Did you behave today?” She knows how nasty I can get on the court; she has yet to know how nasty I can get in bed.

“I miss you, too.” She has yet to initiate it but hearing her return it is good enough.

“I can’t wait to see you tomorrow,” Y/n murmured.

“Me too. I can’t wait to return home to you two,” I say. My eyes focus on her neckline, which I wish so much to bury my face against. “Pull the camera back more; show me what you’re wearing.”

The corner of her mouth shifts, and she scoots the camera back. She wore a silk nightgown, and I could tell she was braless. Her dark areolas are clearly visible. My mouth is salivating.

“Fuck baby,” I swore, cupping my bulge.

“Stop,” she pleaded, “Be a good boy and wait… I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Say that again.”

“What?”

I open my eyes, not realizing I had them shut. I glared at her. “You know what.”

Her lips curve into a smirk. “Be a good boy, Tooru, and I’ll give you whatever you want tomorrow.”

I hunted Y/n down and dragged her into her office, shutting the door and locking it. Before she could speak, I cupped her face and kissed her stupid.

“Mmm… Tooru…” she moaned, breaking the kiss to breathe. My lips moved down her jaw and neck as I kissed and nipped. “No marks…” I groan in disappointment, but she clarified, “no marks visible to the public.”

I smiled against her collar bone, “I can comply with that.” My fingers work at the buttons to her polo uniform top.

“Oooookay, you are serious,” she giggled and pushed me away. “We can’t do this here. No. Nope.” She put space between us, and I let out a frustrated groan. “You should go home and rest, I’ll see you later and we can catch up.”

I should have gone home right after the plane landed, but I just wanted to see her. I ran a hand through my hair, only to realize how exhausted I was. My eyes landed on her couch in her office. " Can I nap there?”

She raises a brow at me, “You want to nap here? Not at home?”

I give her a sheepish grin, “Baby, I just want to be wherever you are.”

She closes the distance between us and wraps her arms around my waist, burying her face against my chest for a split second before looking up at me. “Okay, I want that too.”

I don’t know how long I knocked out for on Y/n’s small couch, but I wake up to her light kisses all over my face. A stupid smile is on my face.

“I’m done, let’s go home.”

That’s music to my ears.

“I love that,” I say without opening my eyes. My arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer. “Let’s go home.”

“Hmm, finally...” Y/n murmurs against my mouth.

The moment we made it home; I couldn’t wait for her to remove her shoes before I was already pouncing on her.

“Yes, finally,” I murmured. My fingers are quick to pull at her clothes, tugging whatever I can off. “You wear too many clothes,” I complained. Pens and other shit falls on the ground as I’m dropping her pieces of clothing. My fingers grip the elastic waist band of her pants and tug it down. My nose grazes her sex, and I inhale deeply, “Hurry up and step out of these pants.”

She leans against my shoulders to lift each leg and step out of her scrub bottoms. “So bossy.”

I look up at her, “You haven’t seen bossy.” I tug her over my should and slap her bare ass, carrying her to my room. I drop her on the bed and tug her to the edge of the bed. I pulled off her panties and I groan, getting a whiff of her pussy. “My mouth is watering... I need a taste.”

I drop to my knees and throw her legs over my shoulder. Like a hungry beast, I feasted.

“Please, Tooru... your fingers...”

I look up at her and slip my middle finger inside her, she was so wet and warm, almost making me cum in my pants. Her moans encourage me that I’m doing a good job, and I slip in a second finger. Her pussy walls clamp down on my fingers and I desperately want to replace them with my cock. “Do you like my fingers?”

Her head is thrown back, but she nods, “yes...” she breathes, “I love it... love your fucken long fingers.”

Her heels dig into my shoulders, and I laugh. “You’re hurting my cock’s feeling, baby.”

She lifts her head and stares at me dead on, “give me your cock, Tooru.”

With one hand, I manage to undo my belt and buttons to my pants in seconds and free just my cock. I stroke myself, giving it a good squeeze and pull. I pull out my fingers and coat my cock with her wetness. “Are you on birth control?”

“Yes,” she nodded, “I want you to cum inside.”

“Sweet fuck, Y/n. You say things I dream about.” I pushed the tip of my fat cock inside her, just the tip, and groan. I grab her thighs and widen her legs, pressing them onto my bed and thrust completely. “Shit baby... you feel so fucken good... so tight... so wonderful for me...” I look down at her with hazy eyes. Shit, she feels... euphoric. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to nut. I want to enjoy her wrapped around me.

Her giggles make me look up into her eyes, “cum Tooru, we have all night.”

Shit, I just spoke out loud.

My hips began moving, slow at first to savoring it but I let go...

Y/n’s moans started out quiet but gradually got louder along with the headboard banging against the wall. It fueled me and soon it remixed with the lewd noises of skin slapping skin.

I feel my rhythm falter cause I’m ready to explode any second.

“Please,” Y/n beg. She begged and I love it. I love begging Y/n.

My thumb finds her clit and I circle it, making sure she cums before I do. Her pleasure before mine.

“Cum, Y/n. Fuck, cum because of me,” I gritted. I was seconds away.

Just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to hold out for Y/n to cum, she cums and I follow a split second later.

My hips tremble and I pull out a bit to watch my cock jerk as I ejaculated in my girl’s pussy.

I lick my thumb that was rubbing her clit, savoring the taste of her before gently pressing on her clit again. She gasped and at the same time, her pussy squeezed tighter around my cock. That earned one last squeeze of cum out of my balls.

Slowly, I withdraw my cock out, instantly missing the warmth. Y/n definitely felt the same as she whimpered and her hands came to cup her pussy.

“No,” I mutter, pushing her hand away so I can see what happens next.

I loaded her pussy so full of my cum that it squirted out.

“There it is...” I say proudly. I’ve watched enough porn with creampies and dreamed of the day I get to cream my girl. Specifically, my Y/n.

“What the fuck?” Hajime cursed from the other side of the phone. “Say that one more time?

“Iwa,” I sang his nickname from high school, “you knew I always harbored - “

“I’m talking to my sister asswipe, not you.” Hajime snapped.

“Don’t talk to my boyfriend like that,” Y/n snapped, “Tooru and I are dating, and you will accept it whether you like it or not.”

There was a long pause between the three of us. I was no longer looking at Hajime. My eyes were on my girl, the love of my life as she proudly called me her boyfriend in front of her brother – my best friend.

My heart was ready to burst.

“If you can’t accept it, well... that’s on you.” Y/n continued, she turned to look at me and gripped my jaw and pressed her lips against mine. It instantly turned into a make out.

“Fuck, stop. Okay. I accept, end this fucken call.”

Y/n pulls away, a satisfaction smile on her lips.

“Love you Jime.” Her brother muttered something along the lines, Love you too, before he ended the call.

She set her phone down and turned to look at me. “Do you think he realized it?”

I buried my face into Y/n’s back and shake my head no. My arms tighten around her waist.

She made the video call to her brother to announce our relationship while cock warming me.

Her hands cup my face, and she says, “You can cum now, baby.”

I let out the breath I was holding and I cum.

. . .

>>> @queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

#haikyuu smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa fluff #oikawa smut #oikawa x reader #oikawa x y/n #oikawa tooru #oikawa torū

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starvulture · 3 months ago

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Hiya! I'll pop a few requests in for you. Hope you have fun warming up your writing! I'm assuming you want the requests in different asks for ease of replying. :} Apologizing with a Kiss for Matt Murdock

jsyk im kind of obsessed with him so this got a little out of hand. im trying to just let the words come and not worry about editing too hard, so i hope u enjoy!!

Salty Sweet

Matt Murdock/Reader

Matt Murdock misses an important date, and it's your last straw. But he's determined to keep you around. | ao3 | divider source | request guidelines

You carefully scrape the untouched food into separate tupperwares, hot with embarrassment, frustration, and disappointment. Even your own plate only has one or two bites taken, your stomach too twisted with ugly rejection to handle anything. You slide the rest off of the first plate into the tupperware and—

The sauce fucking splashes on your shirt.

Fuck.

It’s such a small thing, but it’s such a nice shirt that you never wear. Sure, he can’t see it, but it makes you feel good and you know it’s a fabric he likes to touch. So after hours of cooking, and then more of waiting, the small splash of sauce on your front is the last straw.

The disappointed heat in your body, your face, concentrates into your eyes with laser focus.

No, no, goddamnit, you think to yourself as the tears well up. I just want to clean and… fuck!

You dump the dishes in the sink, rinsing them off haphazardly before shoving them in the dishwasher and shoving the tupperware in the fridge, slamming doors as you go. Letting it out physically keeps the tears from spilling over, but you still sniffle the whole while as you leave the kitchen and collect your things to go home.

There’s a small part of you that hopes, wishes, that he’d come in through the roof access to find you leaving. Two parallel fantasies play in your head: in one, he grovels and apologizes, breathless and desperate and you tell him to can it. In the other, he arrives bloody and beaten, apologetic, tells you how hard he tried to make it and fought to get back to you…

You pause at the door, but he still doesn’t appear. You lock it behind you when you leave, and take the subway home and try not to cry the whole way.

The floodgates do finally open when you get into your building, like your body can sense shelter in reach and has had enough of holding back. Unlocking the door through blurred vision turns out to be somewhat of a small challenge, but you get in and finally cry openly, tossing your things on the small table all the way to your room. The tears just keep coming as you discard your clothes on the floor and change into your most comfortable pajamas.

You sit and cry on the edge of bed for a while, bent over and hugging yourself. You try not to beat yourself up, but you can’t help but feel like you’re overreacting—no, you argue with yourself. This sucked. Anybody else would be upset too. This week sucked. Of course I’m as upset as I am.

And then; Well, what did you expect? Of course he didn’t show. You were dumb to think it would be different just because he promised.

Your head is aching when the tears finally start to cease and you drag yourself to the bathroom to wash your face, bracing yourself in preparation for the mirror—which shows exactly what you expected when you turn the light on. Red, swollen eyes, puffy lips, and a demeanor sadder than a cat caught in the rain.

Still, you wash your face, only half-assing half the steps. And it helps. You feel somewhat better when you tuck yourself into bed.

There is no heartbeat in his apartment. He’s late, far, far too late, and you’re long gone by now.

Matt trudges down the stairs, the pit in his stomach growing heavier with each descending step. You cooked, just like you had said you would. The meal smells delicious—his stomach growls meekly, but the sensation is soured by guilt. Fuck.

He stops at the base of the stairs, head turning to follow the smells you’ve left. The apartment, though warmer than the night he’d just come in from, is still cold. You’d left the lights off, judging by the lack of extra electrical hum, and as he approaches the kitchen he puts together that you’d cleaned after yourself. There’s a bit of sauce in the sink—ah, the dishes are in the washer—and tupperware in the fridge. Two.

You never ate.

Damn it.

He stands on the sidewalk outside your building at midnight listening to your heartbeat and debating whether or not to come up. You’re asleep, but it doesn’t sound restful. It just sounds tired.

Would you be glad to see him? Would you be angry? He’s almost certain you’ll be very, very upset with him. But… he can’t pull himself away. Waiting until morning to apologize almost seems worse than what he’s already done—what he’s already failed to do.

His mind is both trapped still in quicksand and running a thousand miles a minute, formulating an apology as he clenches his cane’s handle in both hands, his bruised knuckles stretching pale and vivid purple.

Then, he hears you shift in your bed and your breath change—you’re waking up. Rising, walking to the kitchen to get water.

His tongue flicks across the split in his lip, and the decision is made for him. He enters the building, taking stairs two at a time to get to your third floor apartment before you settle back into bed. By the time he gets there, you’re back in your bedroom but you haven’t reached your bed. So, panting and breathless and stomach about to fall out of his ass, he knocks gently.

Your steps stop. He waits, knocks again.

His heart skips a beat when you come to the door. He hears the way your heart speeds up, nervous, and the way you suck in a sharp breath.

The smell of wet salt is heavy even through the door, and when he opens his mouth to speak he can taste it.

“Sweetheart,” he says quietly through the door, breathless. “I’m– I’m so, so sorry. Please. I’m so—” he clenches his jaw, hanging his head. “I’m so sorry.”

He hears you swallow on the other side of the door.

“Please,” he begs again, his throat tight with guilt.

“You don’t look very hurt,” you whisper. Anybody else wouldn’t have been able to hear you through the door, but he knows that you know he heard you perfectly fine.

His stomach lurches. Had you been worried about him?

“There was… Sweetheart, please let me in to explain.”

You don’t respond, but you don’t tell him to fuck off either.

Stalemate.

Matt rests his forehead on the door by your peephole. “I swear, I’m so sorry sweetheart. I didn’t… I made the wrong decision tonight.”

Your jaw clenches at that. Anger.

Surprising both of you, you open the door.

“Explain,” you say.

The taste of salt hits him hard, and he can hear the way you’re trying to keep your angry breaths in check as you stand in the doorway.

“There was a bait, a decoy, they set up a fake–”

You scoff. “And you fell for it?”

“The people who told me didn’t know it was a decoy.”

You take a deep, frustrated, steadying breath. Your heart steadies and Matt knows he has his foot in the door.

“They caught me out. I couldn’t go home, they were trying to track me, and I couldn’t—”

Oh, oh no. More salt.

You wipe at your face, voice trembling, as you turn away and walk into your apartment, letting him follow after you. “I’m tired, Matt.”

He quickly steps in after you before you change your mind, closing and locking the door behind him. He discards his folded cane by the door with your shoes and coats, following after you, hands outstretched with irrepressible desire to soothe. “I know, I’m so sorry–”

“You couldn’t call? Not once? Matt, I was worried!” You turn around to face him.

He approaches you like a skittish animal, and you push his hands away halfheartedly. “I would have called if I could,” he says earnestly. “Please believe me, this isn’t what I wanted for tonight.” His hands still hover in the air in supplication.

And then the tears spill over, and he can’t stop himself from reaching out to hold you and wipe them away. He thanks God when you lean into him this time, instead of pushing him away again.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, forehead to yours. “I’m sorry.”

“Something has to change, Matt,” you get out between tearful breaths. “I know this is who you are. But… but relationships—” you have to swallow, “you can’t neglect them. It’s been forever since we’ve had real time together. I don’t know if—”

“Don’t,” he whispers. “Please. I’m taking tomorrow off. Of everything. It’s just going to be about us. Okay?”

“I mean,” you hiccup. “Unless you hear something really fucked up. I don’t want you to not save people.”

He smiles, chuckles lightly. You’re joking, that’s good, but he can also tell you mean it. You want him to be who he is, just… he knows he’s been neglecting you. His priorities have been all wrong.

“Alright,” he says, thumbs smoothing across your cheeks as you look up at him. “I’m taking tomorrow off of everything, unless I hear a real, actual emergency.”

“Good,” you whisper, hands on his wrists as he cradles your face.

“I promise,” he says, face inching closer. “I’m going to make the last two months up to you.”

“You better,” you whisper, and he kisses you. His lips are soft, despite the healing split, and he kisses you so sweetly you feel as though you’ve floated off back into your dreams.

“Come on,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead after pulling back and wrapping his arms around you. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

#answered asks #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #daredevil x reader #daredevil x you #this one was fun i hope it holds up

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peasack · 8 days ago

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Hiya! Just want to say thank you for being such a talented writer! I love all your works so far, and look forward to seeing what kind of brilliance you create in the future. If you're still up for requests, could you do some hcs about how the group acts with a teen!reader who has a quieter, more shy, and sensitive personality?

AAA TYSSMMMM, and yes totally I loved writing thissss.

Hope you guys enjoy!!!

✦ Thunderbolts x Shy & sensitive Teen!Reader Headcanons ✦

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✦ Alexei Shostakov

Alexei immediately assumes he needs to "fix" your shyness. He’s like “Ah! You are quiet because you are nervous! I will show you there is nothing to fear!” and proceeds to loudly, obnoxiously drag you into activities.

He genuinely means well, but his big, boisterous personality can overwhelm you at times. When you quietly step back or shrink away, he panics and tries to tone it down, but... he's not great at subtle.

Over time, he learns you actually like sitting quietly with people and that you open up best when it’s just the two of you, doing something like a puzzle or eating snacks. He starts seeking out those calmer moments with you.

Alexei loves to brag about you to the others like “My little one does not need to speak loudly to be strong! They are mighty in their own way!”

He becomes super protective. If anyone teases you about being quiet, he’s the first to defend you with a terrifying dad-glare like “Say it again. I dare you.”

✦ Bucky Barnes

Bucky gets you instantly. He’s also a quiet, sensitive person at heart, so your calm energy makes him feel safe. He’s actually super comfortable around you because there’s no pressure to constantly talk.

He’s the king of soft, silent gestures. handing you a snack, holding out a book he thinks you’ll like, sitting with you in comfortable silence. You don’t need words with him.

When you do speak, even if it’s just a few words, Bucky always listens like it’s the most important thing in the world. He never talks over you.

He’s very patient when you struggle to open up, and he never rushes you. “Take your time, kid. I’m not going anywhere.”

If someone makes you uncomfortable, Bucky is silently at your side, his presence alone enough to make people back off. He’s your quiet guardian.

✦ Bob Reynolds

Bob is very soft with you. He knows what it’s like to feel like you take up too much space, so he makes space for you in the kindest ways.

He talks to you in a gentle voice, always making sure you’re okay with the conversation or the environment. “You wanna step outside for some air? It’s a little loud in here.”

He’s ridiculously proud when you trust him enough to open up. The first time you make a joke or initiate a conversation with him, he literally beams for the rest of the day.

Bob likes doing quiet hobbies with you, drawing, reading, watching clouds because it gives you both a chance to bond without the pressure of talking constantly.

He’ll fiercely defend your softness. “There’s nothing wrong with being sensitive. It means you feel things deeply. That’s not weakness.”

✦ John Walker

At first, John is unsure how to interact with you. He’s more used to loud, headstrong people, and your quiet nature throws him off.

He accidentally overwhelms you sometimes (he talks with his hands a lot, kinda barks orders) but the moment he sees you shrink back, he instantly softens. “Hey, hey, sorry, kid, didn’t mean to snap. You good?”

Over time, he starts actively seeking your input. “What d’you think? I wanna hear your opinion.” Even when you give a short answer, he takes it seriously.

He’s super protective of you at school or out in public. If anyone teases you for being quiet, John is immediately in their face like “Problem?”

John’s love language with you is doing acts of service, fixing your stuff, carrying your bag, making sure you’re fed, because he knows words aren’t always your thing.

✦ Yelena Belova

Yelena is so gentle with you. She’s playful and teases you sometimes, but never in a way that pushes your boundaries. She loves your softness, it reminds her of the part of herself she didn’t get to grow up with.

She’s really good at pulling you out of your shell, but she never rushes it. She’ll offer you snacks, invite you on small adventures, and let you say no without making a big deal out of it.

She starts purposefully sitting next to you during movie nights, quietly offering you bits of popcorn and checking in with a soft glance.

When you finally feel comfortable enough to call her your friend or share something personal, Yelena acts like it’s the biggest honor in the world. “You trust me? Good. I will kill for you now.”

She lowkey starts teaching you self-defense, not to make you aggressive, but to help you feel more confident. “Soft is good. Soft and safe is better.”

✦ Ava Starr

Ava is very attuned to people’s emotions, so she immediately senses your discomfort in loud or overwhelming spaces. She naturally shields you from attention without making it obvious.

She’s not super talkative either, so your quiet energy actually makes her feel more at ease. She’ll quietly sit with you, offering a calm presence and a cup of tea.

Ava can sometimes come off as a little intense, but around you, she softens significantly. She slows her breathing, lowers her voice, and always gives you space to speak.

She becomes really protective over you. If someone dismisses you for being quiet, Ava cuts them down with a sharp glare and an even sharper comment. “Just because they’re quiet doesn’t mean they don’t have something to say.”

She loves doing peaceful, grounding activities with you. Gardening, listening to music, long walks in silence, because she knows you feel safe when things aren’t loud.

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AAAAAA I love you guys so much for leaving requests I swear<333

Hope this was alright for what you asked!!

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valley-of-headcanons · 6 months ago

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I would like to request a farmer taking care of a sick Sebastian, if that's alright with you!

poor thing || sebastian x reader oneshot

sebastian is a sickly victorian child, if only there was someone to nurse him back to health ...

warnings: sebastian jokingly tells you to kys

requested by: @thatwolfnamednyla , hiya!! sorry for this taking so long, life stuff, yada yada. i hope you enjoy the request! i tried to make sure it was different from the harvey one despite the similar premise lmao. i really enjoyed writing this!! <3

Sebastian texting you in the middle of the day to complain about something wasn't new. When you were hard at work, you'd check your phone to see your lovely boyfriend venting to you through text. It wasn't usually too serious, and it was really to start a conversation or to get his thoughts out. You weren't expecting the complaints that he shared with you today, though.

Seb 💙: my head hurts so bad rn ngl, and my sinuses are fucked. i hate spring :/

❤️: Do you need me to bring you some medicine? I can run by Harvey's soon.

Seb 💙: plea

Seb 💙: pjease

Seb 💙: oh my fucking god my eyes hurt so bad i can't fumking type

❤️: You poor thing :(

Seb 💙: kys 😘

Sebastian was curled up in his blankets when you arrived, staring at his phone like a zombie. He looked like a wreck, his face more pale and his hair messier than usual. He looked at you in the doorway, holding some medicine and what looked to be hot soup. He had a soft smile on his face, attempting to speak. All that came out was a squeak, and then silent embarrassment. He was definitely a wreck.

You sat down beside him on the bed, grabbing the medicine from the bag. “Harvey gave me some cough syrup and some allergy meds. I also grabbed some Tylenol for your head, and some food. You barely take care of yourself as is, you probably haven't even gotten out of bed to eat. Have you?”

With a shake of his head, Sebastian sat up and rubbed his eyes. “C- ... couldn't get the motivation. I haven't even tried talking this morning yet, I didn't know my voice was all ... gross,” he said with a soft frown. He rested his warm forehead on your shoulder as you began to pour some cough medicine for him. He took it begrudgingly, gagging at the taste.

“You're more dramatic when you're sick, huh?” you said with a smile, grabbing the pills that you had been given. You handed them to Sebastian and forced him to take them with water. Dehydration was pretty common with Sebastian, as he sometimes forgets to drink enough throughout the day.

Sebastian took the medicine and continued drinking the water, just like you asked. “Listen- ... I feel, sound, and probably look like a sickly Victorian child on their deathbed. Let me be the dramatic one for once,” he mumbled softly.

You laughed softly, opening up your arms and allowing Sebastian to lay his head against your chest. “Well, let me be your deathbed, I guess. I'll stay as long as you want me to, 'kay? I've done pretty much everything I need to do today. You've got me for the rest of the night, if you'd like.”

Sebastian croaked out a soft “okay,” wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. The sound of your heartbeat echoed through his ears, a wave of calm washing over him. His body was drained, and when he was with you, he felt safe enough to rest it. He didn't feel the need to be productive, or walk outside and smoke. He just had you, and he was okay with putting his health in your hands.

You brushed your hand through his hair, feeling the soft strands. It was extremely soft when it didn't have mountains of gel coating it. You loved every aspect of him and his style, even if it prevented you from really feeling his hair all the time. He did really like the sensation, though. He wouldn't verbally admit it, but he'd certainly let you know through the soft sigh of relief.

Grabbing the remote, you flicked on the TV. Sebastian was obsessed with this fantasy show, so you decided to turn it on. He'd rematched it several times, and you knew he'd be excited to watch it again.

Sebastian eyes flickered to the screen, before turning to you and pressing a gentle kiss against your jaw. He slinked back to your chest, snuggling into the space between your collarbone and your neck. He was so comfortable, despite how sick he felt. You were the best medicine after all. Also, the medicine you gave him was starting to kick in. That's probably it.

“Thank you,” Seb mumbled softly. He took your free hand in his, rubbing over your knuckles with his thumb. “I appreciate what all you do for me, even if I'm sick and whiny,” he said, clearing his throat.

“You don't have to thank me, hon. Everyone needs to be taken care of sometimes. But, what you can do to repay me, is to start feeling better,” you said, planting a quick kiss on his forehead.

“I can't just magically feel betterrrr ...” he whines gently, burying his head deeper within your chest.

You sighed jokingly, rubbing his back. “Fiiiiine, I guess you pass this time. Next time, you're not getting away with it.”

“Oh nooo ... that's so saddd ...” he said, jokingly monotone. He snuggled even closer, looking up at you. “I love you, by the way.”

“And I love you,” you smiled, kissing his cheek. “Are you feeling any better, though?”

He nodded, laying back onto you. “Mhm ... I think I just needed you. Feelin' a lot better.”

“Good,” you said with a smile. You kept rubbing his back, feeling him relax into your touch. Before long, you heard a soft snore from him, followed by a few twitches. He had fallen asleep, comfortable in your arms. He really needed the sleep, and it's definitely weird seeing Sebastian asleep so early. Hopefully, this was a sign he would feel better tomorrow. You wouldn't have it any other way.

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wildflowersandvibranium · 24 days ago

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Missing You In Greece

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky’s been overwhelmed with work , leaving his fiancée worried. She shows up at his work expressing her feelings and he decides on taking her on a much needed vacation!

Word Count: 4k+

Content: FLUFFFFF , maybe some suggestiveness , kissing , angty thoughts at beginning , cutie couple vaca moments! if i missed anything let me know!

A/N: haiiii this one is so fun and i love it sm hehe! i tried a new writing style for me as the writer and am loving it im focused on adding detail and expressing my images and stories through them <33 i hope you enjoy reading bbys! 🫶🏼

The late afternoon and now bordering on early evening had turned to dusk by the time she sat at her sleek black desk , staring at her phone screen for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

She’d been calling Bucky all day long , each call dropping to voicemail instantly. Her texts showed as “delivered” and not the usual “read” she received from him. She frowned , a little knot of worry and frustration tightening in the pit of her stomach.

“Thinking of you Babe , love you !” Delivered - 12:35 PM

2 missed calls - 1:03 PM

“Hey , are you alive?” Delivered 1:18 PM

“Can you please call me back just wanna know your alright ?” came a few hours later, her voice message direct but soft.

When there was still no reply , she called one more time , listening to the endless ringing before it dropped off.

She stared at the “Call ended” screen with the contact photo , it was of him in their bed silk ivory sheets tangled around his muscular bareback , lips open in a slight pout and brows fully relaxed as he slept , dreamt.

It was a rare and peaceful sight , only she got to see.

Trying to shake off the worry lingering in her mind she just told herself —she knew how busy he was. Running their multimillion dollar company; “Barnes & Rogers Security Co.” was no small task.

Bucky and Steve had been landing huge contracts these last few weeks with A list celebrities and higher respected politicians , so it made sense that he’d be buried in his work.

But she still felt that ache in her chest , the one that came from loving someone who didn’t always know how to put work down and focus on other things. Like taking care of themselves even.

It was late by the time she left her own office , the city buzzing outside as she stepped onto the crowded sidewalk. She should have gone home. She knew that. But something in her heart pulled her in the other direction towards the tall company building.

“I just need to see him , make sure he's okay” repeated in her thoughts.

So she turned , walked past the corner coffee shop she usually stopped at on their lunch meet ups , and headed for the towering glass building with the discreet , armored black SUVs out front.

The brass letters gleamed in the lobby: Barnes Rogers Security Co.

It always looked so intimating from the outside—so much bigger than being just a little corner of her world. She took a deep breath , straightening her dior coat bucky gifted her last spring , and walked in.

Inside , the marble floors were glossy under the overhead lights and the click of her office heels.

The lobby smelled faintly of expensive cologne and polished leather with a hint of coffee wafting somewhere deep in the building.

She recognized an actress slipping out the tall glass double doors—someone she’d seen in a dozen movies throughout her teen years. She offered a polite , awestruck smile and wave as she passed.

The receptionist , Amber looked up , familiar warmth in her big brown eyes. “Hiya , honey. He’s in a meeting right now. Want to just wait in his office?”

She nodded , her voice soft. “Yeah. Thank you.”

She slipped into Bucky's large office , the door closing behind her with a quiet and soft click. His desk was a study in order , pens in their place , papers stacked just as he liked.

She smiled faintly, feeling the odd comfort of seeing his world and mind, even if he wasn’t here next to her just yet.

She sat down in his massive black office chair , her feet not quite touching the floor, and started fiddling with the paperclips on his desk.

She stacked them , twisted them into little shapes , anything to keep her hands busy while she waited.

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Bucky Barnes was deep in his work , oblivious to everything else outside these four walls. His main conference room smelled faintly of aftershave and the rich roast of the espresso machine down the hall.

Company files were stacked neatly on the long mahogany conference table ; the soft hum of the city that never slept barely reached through the thick walls.

His fiancée’s phone calls had gone unanswered all day now. She missed him—missed the way his laugh rumbled in his chest , the way he’d look at her like she was the only thing that mattered. It all.

As their most recently joined clients left after their well ended meeting Steve's phone rang loud , it was her.

“Hey , sweetheart ,” Steve said , his voice warm and low. “Yeah he’s still in here , the main conference room , finishing some contract stuff. Of course….okay , bye.

“Who was that?” Bucky asked , looking up from his watch checking the time that seemed to just fly by.

“That was your girl Buck , she's here in your office , I would go if I were you.”

Steve huffed a laugh and exited the room with Bucky hot on his heels muttering something like “Why didn't you tell me?” and “What a punk you are”. To which Steve ignored and retreated to his own office next door.

When Bucky walked in , the look on his face was priceless.

“Doll,” he said , his brows lifting in surprise , his voice breathless from the rush.

“What are you doing here?”

She swung her feet and body playfully in the chair.

“Oh , just thought I’d see what was more important than answering your fiance's text and calls today.”

He let out a mix of a groan and a sigh , rubbing the back of his neck. “Not more important. Just…busy.” He fished his phone out of his jacket pocket and frowned at the dead screen.

“I’m sorry, baby it's been dead since lunch i guess.”

She tilted her head slightly at his frown. “It’s okay. I just missed you.” She opened her arms inviting him to cross the room to her.

He strode to her in three long strides , his cologne an earthy and warm scent wrapping around her whole being.

“Missed you too ,” he murmured , pulling her up for a kiss that chased away every bit of doubt and worry she’d felt.

“Let's get out of here” He whispered between kisses.

“Yes please , home” She sighed laying her head on his chest.

After a very quick dinner that was there when they arrived , thanks to bucky's drivers and hot calming showers for the both of them they decided to call it a night early.

The last of that day being them wrapped and tangled with the other , right where they belonged.

When the morning light came shining in through her closed eyelids she groaned wanting to sleep later since her alarm had not sounded yet

But was rudely awoken by a loud THUD.

She rubbed her eyes and saw Bucky by the bedroom door cursing under his breath for the loud sound he had made. Four bags of their designer luggage bags stacked neatly beside him.

She propped herself up on her elbows , sheets pooling down to her waist , hair messy, and squinted at her fiance.

“You’re finally leaving me for someone with better hair , it's that blonde at the burger place downtown isn't it ?”

He snorted dryly at her humor , crossing the room to kiss her pouty sleepy lips.

“Never. Now get up , doll. We’re leaving for our trip.” He casually dropped while turning to grab his phone charger by the bed.

“A trip?” she repeated , still half-asleep rubbing her eyes , thinking she misheard him.

He came strolling back to her side of the bed and brushed a strand of hair from her forehead.

“Yes a trip , I already called your boss , squared it away with Steve and the team. The jet’s waiting at the airport for us. We’re going to the house I have in Greece.”

She blinked at him twice , the words taking a minute to fully sink in.

“You’re serious?”

“Deadly. Now come on and get your lazy butt outta bed , I packed everything.”

She threw her arms around his neck , giggling as he picked her up and spun her once sitting her down , her bare feet meeting the plush rug. “You’re insane.” He pressed his forehead to hers smiling. “Only for you.”

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Bucky and Steve's private jet was more comfortable than any commercial flight could begin to dream of being.

She stretched out on the buttery tan colored leather seats , warm sunlight pouring in through the tiny airplane windows.

Bucky’s hand had found its way in her hair , fingertips gentle , tracing little circles against her scalp after she fell asleep just minutes after takeoff.

Her head using his thigh as a pillow , his presence like a protective fortress around her.

When she finally woke , the plane was dipping low over the bright Aegean Sea , glittering blue as far as the eye could see from their view above.

Bucky’s hand was now resting on her hip ashe she sat on her knees looking out taking pictures of the water below.

He leaned over to kiss her forehead sweetly , she leaned into it lovingly.

“We’re almost there, sweetheart.”

The villa was better than she had pictured in her mind when he first told her about the trip.

Beautiful hitewashed walls , bright blue shutters and tiled terracotta roofing.

The scent of salt and flowers filling the breeze inside and out of the home.

She walked barefoot across the cool marble flooring looking around , it was her first time at this vacation home and her breath was taken with every feature she unlocked and every room she entered.

The view of the sea stretching out in front of them on the back patio.

They dropped their bags in the main bedroom, which was of course massive and elegant , as Bucky took her hand.

“Come on sweets , let’s find something to eat i'm starving.” she giggled following him out of the villa.

They walked down a winding cobbled stone path to a little tavern beachside.

The tables were covered in brightly colored checkered cloths , the smell of grilled seafood and peace wafting through the air.

She ordered grilled shrimp skewers , lemon-drenched and smoky , while Bucky had chosen lamb souvlaki for himself and a side of fresh baked pita and hummus for them both.

They shared a carafe of lavish crisp local white wine that tasted like pure summer.

They kept the air charged with their love and conversatoion. Talking about everything that came to mind besides work they both agreed that was off the table on this trip.

As the sun began to dip past the line where sky met water , he pulled her close to his side , his arm around her waist and kissed her on that little spot under her ear that made her ticklish.

“I missed this ,” he rasped his voice low. She beamed up at him smiling and rested her head on his shoulder.

��Me too.”

After paying for the meal , hand and hand they moved to a blanket spread across in the sand. WatchIng as the sun slowly sank into the sea , the world turning a gold hue and pink sky around them.

That night in the quiet villa they both slept like rocks , bellies full , peace of mind , letting the ocean sounds lull them to a perfect sleep being with their lover and everything else all at once makes sleep come easy and very restful.

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She woke last as always , the sound of crashing waves on the shore outside the window and the warm and soft air greeted her immediately.

Bucky was already up a habit to be up early with his busy work schedule , twenty four hours not enough in one day so he had to make the most of it by rising before the sun.

He was leaning against the balcony railing in just a pair of expensive blueish–green swim trunks , his hair still damp from the shower he had when first waking.

He heard her shifting against the sheets and turned to face his girl , smile showing on his face as it met hers.

“Morning , beautiful ,” he whispered as he nodded his head back towards the smooth concrete patio behind him.

“Come swim with me.”

She smiled and stretched sitting up scooping up her new red bikini he bought for this trip specifically and scurried off to the ensuite bathroom , making him huff out a laugh at her excitement.

The infinity pool was clear– the brightest glass , the edge blending right into the horizon letting water spill off.

She slipped in the warm water , it was cool and silky against her smooth skin. Bucky came up behind her slowly, wrapping his arms around her waist , pressing a kiss to the curve of her shoulder.

“You’re mine,” he murmured , his voice soft.

“Always,” she said , turning to face him kissing him with all her love.

They spent the morning just floating in and by the pull. After a lot of kisses and dangling off the other the entire swim , Bucky's stomach growled loudly making them decide to get out.

They showered and got ready for brunch in town. She slipped on a baby pink two piece set with a matching tie around skirt. Bucky deciding on an opened crisp white button down and simple shorts to keep his tanned skin cool with the temps.

Their afternoon after eating fresh fruits and crepes drifted to wandering through the villages and shops.

The streets were lined with little local small businesses , the signature textured whitewashed buildings draped in bougainvillea.

They stumbled into a jewelry spot on the corner of the pathway. After looking for a few minutes with Buckys she found a delicate gold necklace with a tiny pearl charm that sat right in the middle of the pristine metal , and Bucky insisted on buying it for her. As soon as she tried it on and turned to meet his gaze his eyes lit up.

“It looks perfect on you, doll ” he beamed , whipping his head to the worker saying they will take it and turning back to her as he touched the delicate pearl that lay dead center.

She smiled up at him kissing his scuffed cheek. “You spoil me.”

He shrugged. “That's what i make it for” kissing her nose.

After dropping more money then she would have liked she had new heels , her necklace and a few summery dresses. All picked out by the guy joined to her hip.

Just as she liked it.

Tiring out on their first full day of vacation they decided for something sweet , shared pistachio gelato from a tiny stand by the deck overlooking the sea.

It was sticky-sweet and melting fast in the warm sunny air.

Wandering back to the villa leaning into Bucky she spotted a cute little spot and insisted she take pictures of him in front of these bright blue doors next door..

He made her laugh when he pulled silly faces but eventually cooperated smiling not for the camera but just by looking at the girl behind it. His girl.

They ended the beautiful night on an empty rooftop bar , due to the lateness of the day.

The lights of the village twinkled like stars that fell below them , as they shared a slow dance to music softly playing from a band on the lower deck.

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They woke slowly together the next morning , the soft light of dawn filling the bright bedroom. She stretched out , feeling the warmth of Bucky’s body pressed against hers. His hand lay heavy on her hip , his breath slow and even against her neck.

“Five more minutes,” he mumbled, feeling her stretch his voice muffled , squished by the pillow.

She smiled , turning in his arms to face him.

“If we keep saying that , we’ll miss out on the whole day , love” He barely cracked a bright blue eye open , a lazy slow grin spreading across his face.

“We’re on vacation , sweetheart. That’s kind of the point.”

Eventually after bribing him with kisses and a massage , they rolled out of bed , the cool marble floors a shock against their warm feet from the duvet.

She slipped into her white bikini with black polka dots , the one he loved—eyes watching her as she got ready, his bright blue gaze matching the water outside.

He tugged on black matching swim trunks , pausing to pull her close for a sleepy but heartfelt kiss.

“You’re beautiful,” he said against her soft lips , his hand warm on her lower back.

“You’re biased,” she teased , “but thank you” she was smiling at him through the mirror as she tied her hair up in a messy bun.

They packed a small canvas tote bag , sunscreen , towels , and a battered old paperback she’d been meaning to finish.

He grabbed his Armani sunglasses and wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they stepped out into the daring sun , the day bright and full of promise.

Down the sandy path , the beach stretched out before them: soft white sand , gentle waves lapping at the shore turning white. She let out a contented sigh , and he squeezed her shoulder.

“Come on , sweetgirl ,” he said with a wink. “Last one in has to buy dinner tonight.”

She didn’t even wait for the countdown , as soon as his words left his mouth she was breaking into a full on run , laughter trailing behind her as he chased her after dropping their bags and sprinted down to the water’s edge.

He had no worries , no work , just the two of them and the perfect pale blue of the sea.

Their day was all about the sea. After swimming for hours they walked to the nearby dock where Bucky rented a small boat , the water glittering silver atop the surface around them. The yellow sun slowed on their faces.

She sat on the edge of the boat , book in hand and toes dipping in the water. Behind her Bucky's deep voice sounded.

“You’re killing me ya’ know that?” pulling her in for a kiss as the boat rocked them gently.

“You’re not so bad yourself , Barnes” she teased , running a hand down his chest.

He grabbed her wrist, picking up the left hand and placing a quick kiss to the large diamond that sat atop her finger.

“Can't wait till your Barnes too” His voice barely a whisper making her blush a deep red and nodding as she leaned in meeting him in a quick kiss.

They snorkeled in a quiet cove they found away from the large groups of people , schools of silver and yellow fish darting around them underwater.

She reached out to touch a pinky red starfish , its texture rough and alive against her delicate touch and fingertips.

When they came up for air at the same time , they laughed , salt on their lips and smiles in their eyes.

As they made it back at the villa , they slipped into the hot tub before ending the day as the sun lowered.

The air swirling around them was cool against their over heated skin , steam rising around their bodies.

She yawned , resting her head against his warm shoulder , tracing lazy circles on his bicep she was clinging to.

“I don’t want to leave , ever.” she said softly, eyes closed.

He tilted her chin up to kiss her. “We’ll come back. I promise.”

She smiled against his lips, eyes fluttering open. “As long as it’s with you.”

On the last day of their trip , they woke up to the quiet hush and beginning of dawn , the sky barely there pale pink over the Aegean.

Bucky’s hand found her waist under the thin warm sheets , and he pulled her close , burying his face in her mused hair.

“Morning my love,” his voice still gravelly from sleep.

She smiled , eyes still closed tight. “Mornin’ , What’s on the agenda today, mister I have a surprise?”

He propped himself up on an elbow laughing. “You’ll see.”

He’d booked a cooking class at a little family-run place deep in the town.

She slipped on a short lavender sundress , and he throwing on a blue button up with a white tank underneath.

As they arrived at the place she was immediately skeptical , she could barely manage scrambled eggs at home on a good day , but Bucky was beaming with excitement.

The tiny kitchen smelled of fresh cut herbs and sea salt. They learned to make spanakopita , the flaky pastry that is warm and rich , with a simple but perfect Greek salad that tasted fresh and like summer in a bowl.

Flour dusted her cheeks and nose as she worked , and Bucky couldn’t help but lean in , kissing her softly and pulling out his phone taking a pic.

“You’re adorable ,” he said , and she just rolled her eyes , laughing as she wiped flour on his nose in retaliation.

After successful not burning down the kitchen and making something actually edible they thanked the hosts and bid their goodbyes.

They wandered through a local olive grove just outside of town. The sun was kissing their shoulders , and the trees stretched in neat lined rows , their silver-green leaves shimmering in the light.

An older woman with white hair and the brightest eyes pressed a tiny glass bottle of virgin fresh olive oil into her hands as she stood next to Bucky—“For love,” she said with a wink looking at Bucky then walking off.

She held it close smiling , feeling the weight of that blessing.

Bucky had found a little spot sitting under the shade of an old olive tree , sharing fresh baked bread , oil , grapes and soft cheeses they packed from the class.

Bucky had lay back as she popped a piece of bread in her mouth moaning at the taste on her tongue , his head sprawled in her lap , eyes closed with tranquility ignoring the beating sun rays.

“I could stay here forever,” he hummed.

She carded her fingers through his cropped brown hair.

“We might have to. I’m not sure I’ll be able to go back.”

He squinted his eyes open , grinning. “Maybe we won’t.”

As evening fell , they took a sunset horseback ride along the iconic cliffs. She was a little nervous at first , clinging tightly to the horse’s mane , but Bucky rode behind her , steady and sure.

The view was breathtaking and straight from a magazine , the sea crashing below them , the sky streaked with pink and orange.

When they stopped at the overlook , he leaned down , pressing his lips to her temple.

“See? I told you it would be good.”

She laughed, turning to face him. “It’s more than good. It’s perfect , I love you ”

Back at their final night at the villa they cracked open a bottle of pristine local red wine on the balcony deck.

The air was borderline cold now as she wrapped up in one of Bucky's shirts.

The night full of the quiet music of crickets playing their songs and the soft continuous crash of the waves.

She leaned her head on his chest , the two of them wrapped in a light blanket now.

“Thank you for this,” she murmured.

Bucky pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. “For you, I’d steal and give you the whole world, doll.”

At that moment , she believed him truly as the words settled and her eyes closed drifting to a peaceful rest.

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The morning they were set to leave , she packed their bags slowly, her fingers lingering on the cool marble countertop as she worked.

Bucky watched her as she did , his gaze soft.

“You okay?” he asked , setting his hands on her hips as he closed the space between them.

She nodded , leaning back against him. “I just… I don’t want to go back to the real world.”

He rested his chin on her shoulder. “We’ll make more real-world moments like this , I swear it .”

She turned to face him , wrapping her arms around his neck. “I believe you.”

He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. “Good. Because I’ve got plans.” he winked, kissing her slowly.

As they left Greece they left with the taste of sea salt and sweet wine still on their lips , hearts full and heavy all at once. But she knew wherever they went next, even if it was home or work down the street , they’d make it theirs , because Bucky was home , and she was his.

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