#is this a smooth jazz moment? let's say yes

[cingulata]

Yoink!

[callmemickey]

Cumming Home for Christmas

synopsis: Simon surprised you by being home 3 weeks early, which means you get to take him to your family’s Christmas get together! Unfortunately, Simon hasn’t had his fill of you… How thin do you think the walls are in the bathroom?

content: Afab, porn w a plot, smut (dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, quickie, slightly public? maybe other stuff idk) fluff fluff fluff kind of angst if you squint real hard he just loves you sm my sweet Angel babey reader muah love u 2

word count: 3.7k

notes: Don’t ask me why I chose Christmas this is purely self-indulgent. Also, he’s a brunette going off of the comics, so I’m running with that thx!

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Warm Christmas lights, sparkling ciders and the expensive alcohol, the soft hum of cozy Christmas jazz on the speakers, family buzzing and soaking in each other’s presence - there was nothing else you could ask for. In this massive sea of black and red formal attire, your family, both close and extended, came together for an amazing holiday party at your grandparents’ estate.

Simon, who surprised you by coming home over three weeks early, has accompanied you as your plus one to the family’s holiday party. It made the event even better. Your family adored Simon to bits and pieces, constantly embarrassing you in front of him, begging to know when he wanted to start a family with you, your aunts drinking too much and asking him to take off his coat and flex. He dealt with the melting pot of clashing personalities better than you had ever imagined.

Simon expertly handled the socializing carefully and precisely. He preferred to be an observer in these bigger settings rather than to speak. He gave simple answers that were concise one liners, saving his social battery. So, to make up for it, he would escape to assist anybody needing aid. When dinner was ready, he assisted in the kitchen, making sure that everybody had their meals first, and was later caught cleaning the kitchen (much to your displeasure). He also helped light your grandfather’s cigar outside. The Parkinson’s has been making it difficult for him to light them on his own, and Simon even listened to an old war story.

It was unbelievable how much you loved this man.

Now, nieces and nephews weaved between adults and furniture, the fireplace burned hot and strong, people laughed and yelled happily over the gentle music, and the scent of baking pies and pastries wafted and filled the air. Your lovely military fiancé, overworked and tired on his break, did so well to deal with this. Of course, Simon, being an incredibly selfless person willing to compromise in any situation or scenario just to make you happy, said that it was alright when you invited him. “Nothing would make me happier,” he had said in a low, roughened voice - which was right before he buried his face between your legs.

But I digress.

Simon stood next to you as your uncle told you both in absolute monotony about his recent trip to Italy, “So beautiful. Your aunt Amelia and I want to get a vacation home there.” He finished, and you nodded awkwardly. “Sounds like you and aunt Millie had a great time, uncle Mike.” Your tone was dry while Simon nodded and hummed in response. He just wasn’t… very present.

Simon had his attention and focus set on pretty high at the beginning of the night, but he was able to relax a little bit since then, to let himself just be in the moment - or so the psychiatrist says he should. He was actively paying attention to the conversation, yes that is true, but the hand holding your waist began to… wander, a little bit. Slowly at first, but much faster now. With a hand that started on your shoulder in the beginning of the night, bit by bit lowered down your back, smoothing above the top of your ass and to your hip. Fingers pressing deep into the black velvet of your dress, Simon tried to keep you caged next to him. That didn’t matter though, because you would have done little to resist him.

You two shared a quick glance. His dark brown eyes were slightly glossed, his gaze a salaciousness that he always brings home. Ooh, it made you want to rub your thighs together just to feel something. You nodded again to your uncle Mike when he brought up something else that was equally boring. Simon, having a better idea and use for his time, suddenly seemed to have remembered something, “Apologies, Mike, but Y/N and I have to make an important phone call.” You looked up at him.

That brief look in his eye was so, so hungry. The greed brewed like a dark storm. You felt a hot chill race down your spine, your core began to burn. You acted as if you remembered the same ‘something’ as well. “Oh my god, I can’t believe we almost forgot!” You gasped in a low voice. His fingers squeezed your hip, making your chest slowly fall into shallow breaths as you could imagine him purring in your ear.

Good girl.

You two waved him off as you turned to leave the kitchen. Simon took the wine glass from your hand and placed it on the countertops as you two walked through the doorway. His hand pressed on your lower back, guiding you into the dark hallway. The armoire in the middle lit with warm candles that smelled of cinnamon and spiced apples, casting shadows that bounced and flickered across the walls. It helped light your way to the restroom, but it also kept you two enveloped in shadows to help hide whatever sins you were going to commit. Simon, without a word, opened the bathroom, and with nobody inside, he sweeped you in, locking the door behind you two.

The bathroom had warm string lights strung across the crown molding, and a window with fake candles sat high on the wall. The room was a little loud with the echoes, so you smacked the switch on the wall to turn the fan on, hoping to mask whatever sounds were going to flood the room.

Not even a second, in such a calculated move, Simon plucked his mask off and had your lips locked with his as he hoisted you onto the sink counter. All you could do in that flurry of movement was gasp, his hands gingerly holding your jaw as his mouth worked against yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist, sighing as you felt a hardened tent in his trousers press eagerly against your clothed cunt.

You ran your hands through his dark brown hair, a moan running from you into him as his hands gave your ass a harsh squeeze. He ground his hips into you, pulling a whimper from you as he pressed roughly against your thrumming clit. Simon broke from your mouth, kissing your neck as his fingers pushed up into your dress, grabbing your panties.

“Quiet - or they’ll hear us,” he whispered against your flesh. You panted with a nod as he slipped your panties off, tossing them onto the floor along with his jacket. Simon quickly unbuttoned his white sleeves, rolling them up to reveal his heavily veined forearms, his one arm tattooed with black. He expertly undid his belt, pulling his pants and underwear down slightly, his hardened cock springing free.

He kept kissing your neck, lightly sucking to tease but not enough to hickey or bruise. His fingers dipped into your embarrassingly wet sex, rubbing at your clit and folds before pushing two fingers into you. “Fuckin’ hell, Y/N, so wet already.” His voice was a growl against your neck, slowly pumping them, his fingers rubbing up against that spongy spot inside.

It caused you to mewl. Simon’s one hand jumped to cup your mouth shut, making you gasp. The movement threw you off balance, your upper back falling back to press against the mirror while grabbing onto his wrist for support. He continued to finger you and hold your mouth closed, your whimpers mumbled in his hand.

Just as quick as you just started grinding your hips, he pulled his fingers away. A disappointed moan left broken up between your mouth and his palm. Simon grabbed his cock and started to pump himself, lubricating it with your juices before rubbing against your clit. He moved his hand from your mouth down to your hip.

You whimpered, “Oh my god, Simon.” Your hips wriggled and bucked against the dizzying sensation. He chuckled, slowly pressing his cock into your hot, wet cunt. The familiar stretch made you hum in need. “You’re gonna tease me? On Christmas?” You whined, your legs once again wrapped around his hips, urging him to sink into you.

“Ahh, have you been a good girl, though?” He asked in a low rumble, his other hand grabbing the other hip, his prepared stance making your hole clench around his member. He had a half-lidded stare, swirling with a level of lust you couldn’t really see the end of - bottomless and ravenous. Simon towered over you.

“I’m always a good girl for you, Simon,” You cooed.

He slowly pushed in, making you inhale sharply as you stretched so wide to allow him to fit. You held your breath as he pushed his cock through. “I’m just teasing, love - I know you’ll always be my good girl,” he said with warmth in his voice.

His tip kissed your cervix as he nestled fully, deeply, completely. Your head rolled back on the mirror as a satisfied sigh escaped you, but Simon’s grip on your hips tightened intensely. You gasped as he began a fast pace, his hips slapping loudly against your thighs and echoing in the bathroom. It was almost too much. It gave you little time to prepare for his entering, but you settled nicely around him after a few more thrusts.

Simon wasn’t normally this fast. He loved to hit with hard strokes, but nothing typically of this pace. Fortunately, you weren’t one to complain. It was so goddamn good. You hate it when your fiancé is away, not knowing where he was for most of the time, but when he’s gone for so long and comes back? Fuck. It’s criminal how good the sex is. His impatience made it impeccable.

But you were desperate. You wanted to cry and moan and yell, to beg and pray for him to bring you to a higher plane of pleasure. Oh, God, you would do anything for it, anything for him. You grasped at his forearms, your nails digging into his flesh, leaving stinging crescent moon shaped imprints in their path. He groaned lightly at your sharp grip, a soft chuckle coming from him. “Oh, you like this?” He asked, and you nodded, biting your lower lip to keep anything but your gasps, pants, and squeaks from escaping.

“Touch yourself,” his voice wasn’t harsh, but it was a demand.

With one hand still on Simon’s arm, the other moved to your clit, and you began to rub in quick circles. Simon watched your face twist and change: your mouth hanging open as you panted, but occasionally closed to bite your lip so to stop yourself from moaning; eyes half-lidded, barely open, glazed, and painfully horny; back bowing and arching, your toes curling, body just at a loss at what it can handle. This was Simon’s favorite view in the world. It’s what he came home for. It’s what he fought for.

A moan tumbled from your mouth as you held on for dear life. “S-Simon!” You whined his name, the heat inside of you burning red hot, uncontrolled, and rampant.

“S’alright love,” his voice was soft, “you gonna cum?”

You nodded quickly, the fingers on your clit stuttering as you found your release fast approaching, his almost brutal pace not slowing in the slightest. “I’m gonna c- ah- cum, Simon!” You struggled not to say too loud. “Don't stop!”

“Come on, Y/N,” he ushered, “cum for me.” Simon knew how to drive you over the edge. His hand reached out, firmly but gently cupping over your mouth to keep your head in place - and to push back your lascivious sounds.

A moan found itself trapped, lodged in your throat as you fought with your whole might not to yell and cry out. Your orgasm ripped through and crashed over you like a tsunami. He had unraveled you.

Your back arched, and you couldn’t roll your head back. Your lashes flickered as you struggled to keep your eyes from crossing or rolling back to look at Simon while you came. The fingers you had on your clit stopped moving as you were paralyzed, but the grip you had on his forearm stayed strong, “Ahhh, fuckin’ look at you. That’s a good girl, cummin’ nice and pretty on my cock. You like that, yeah?” He groaned, hips putting in more power to drill into your tightened pussy, tears pricking at your eyes as the orgasm left your legs shaking around him.

Simon retracted his hand, grabbing back at your hip. You let out a quick, small cry as your free hand held back onto his forearm. “Y’alright, love?” He grunted, and you nodded furiously before he could stop, but he started slowing down. You didn’t want him too. “Need- I need you,” you gasped, “don’t stop, Simon.” You whimpered.

Oh, to be buried deep inside your pussy was all he could have ever hoped for upon coming home. Y/N, ever so kind and giving. Simon tightened his hands around your hips again and began the brutal pace as you struggled to keep silent.

That’s when you felt your body heating up again. Your sex thrummed with the building pleasure and excitement once more, causing you to moan while you held onto his wrists. A light sheen of sweat sat on your skin, your clothes sticking uncomfortably to your flesh.

Simon moaned softly with a smirk, your fucked out expression and legs lazily clinging onto his hips was such an amazing sight. The snapping of him against you had beat your pussy red, leaving it angrily aroused. “You gonna cum again? Yeah? Ahhh, thas my needy girl.” Desperate, tiny grunts popped out of you with each thrust, your pussy swallowing Simon deeply.

“Si-Simon! Gonna- c-cum!” You gasped out with each pump. 

Your orgasm hit like a rapid flash of heat and pleasure. A squeal escaped you, and you quickly covered your mouth with your hand. Your eyelids fluttered as your eyes rolled back, legs around Simon’s waist tightened, your whole body trembled from his unrelenting pace. Your face was flushed red, eyes completely glazed and lost as your hair stuck to your face.

“Ah, f-fuck, so fuckin’ tight. So good - my girl is so good, God, cummin’ on my cock, just like that.” He growled, his hips slowly beginning to fall off rhythm while his orgasm began to creep up on him.

You moaned and begged, “Ah, Simon, nngh, I-I can’t- please cum!”

“Don’t you worry, g-gonna cum inside this pretty pussy,” Simon groaned, “gonna fill you up, yeah?”

You nodded furiously as your body screamed in overstimulation. “Please, I- ah! Too much, ah, you’re too much, Simon!” You cried out, your ever tightening cunt being stretched open, begging for his release.

“Y/N- Y/N, fuck!” He hissed as his hips slammed against you, tightly holding his cock against your cervix as if he was threatened to be ripped away. He groaned, emptying himself into you completely, his cock jerking and flexing harshly, making the veins on his shaft more pronounced. You whimpered, your cunt tensing around him as you felt hot waves shooting inside of you. He stayed for a moment while panting, his thighs shaking slightly, relishing in the feeling as oxytocin and dopamine flooded his brain. Simon pulled out, a throaty groan leaving you at the sudden emptiness, your legs letting go of him.

“Well… let’s hope nobody heard that.” Simon said in a low voice, pulling up his underwear and pants, buckling his belt and grabbing your panties for you. You slid off of the sink and inhaled sharply as your knees buckled. He immediately latched onto your arms, making sure you wouldn’t fall. “Fuckin’ hell, Y/N, y’alright?” He asked, slowly loosening his grip to make sure you were okay on your own.

“My legs, Simon. Jesus Christian Christ - I can’t stand.” You huffed, leaning against the sink, glowering at him as you took your panties from his hand, embarrassed.

He unrolled his sleeves, buttoning them. “You’re really gonna talk like that? On Jesus’ birthday?” He looked at you as he grabbed his jacket, shaking his head. “What would your nan say, hmm?” He feigned sincerity, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he swung the jacket on.

“Well, the jokes on you because Christmas isn’t even Jesus’ birthday.” You snapped back at him, slowly sliding your underwear on as your knees shook like a newborn giraffe. He tutted in disapproval as he moved up to you.

Simon’s body was close, his body radiating warmth. He wasn’t one for a lot of physical affection, which was alright, so when he took the time to be attentive to you… you always melted against him immediately. His finger lightly hooked under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. Your body subconsciously gravitated towards him, like a moth seeing the moon for the very first time.

He leaned down, lips brushing so close to yours, your eyes still connected . “Fuck what day it really is - I just know I’m home.” Simon pushed in for a deep kiss, brimming with emotions, the kinds he couldn’t really say. As he pulled away, he couldn’t help but admire you.

The golden candlelight fluttered across his face. His tired but warm eyes studied you, as if seeing you for the first time, memorizing and mapping every freckle, wrinkle, and spot, because he’s scared that the moment he looks away, he’ll forget. He took in your flushed, messy appearance as if God himself sent down a heavenly body to give him a reason not just to fight, but to live; an angel on its mission as a guide, and he would willingly martyr himself on the ground at your feet if it meant he could just hear you say his name. Once.

Simon wanted to say these things, but he wouldn’t. He might never. But that’s alright, too. Not everyone is meant to love so boldly.

You cocked an eyebrow as he stared at you so intensely. “You okay there, Lieutenant?” You asked, a small smile on your lips.

He realized that, yes, it was alright that he didn’t say those things. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t have to - you just knew. Everyday he thought about how he didn’t deserve you. You, ever so loyal and strong. You’ve given him a purpose, motive, after all of these years - alone.

He often wondered what he had done to deserve having someone like you in his life. Someone who loved and cultivated, with hands of soft mercy, so tender and kind. A voice of validation, honesty, reason, all stemming from your unconditional love. If he had met you years ago, before the therapy and psychiatry helped, he would’ve let your fingers prick and bleed as you grasped at his thorns while he plucked you of your petals, leaving you broken and bare.

He didn’t deserve you.

Simon returned the smile, his voice soft, “Never better.” His hands moved to hold your waist as you two shared a few more kisses. “You know I like it when you call me that,” he hummed in between the lip locking.

You moaned gently and teasingly bit his bottom lip, your hands pressing against and gliding up his shirt. You kissed his jawline and sighed, “Is that so, Lieutenant Riley?”

He squeezed your waist in a warning. “Careful, love, we don’t have time for round two. Save it for tonight.” Your pussy purred just as Simon pulled away, picking up the mask from the sink and putting it back on in an attempt to obscure his identity.

You hummed, legs still a little shaken. “Well, I might need a minute to get my feet under me. You… okay with managing my family alone?” You asked hesitantly, eyes slightly squinting as if to flinch. He studied you for a moment, eyes glancing you up and down. It made you a little self-conscious, causing you to shift.

“Of course, Y/N,” his tone was reassuring, and subtly professional, “you sure you want me to leave you? Just say the word, love.”

Your body relaxed a little, and you nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I just need a minute.”

Simon faltered, if for a moment, before he gave you a soft squeeze on the arm, and left. You sighed, turning to lean onto the counter and fix your hair in the mirror. Your legs really were shaking, much to your surprise. Yes, yes, Simon makes you shake plenty, but he doesn’t always fuck that hard, if rarely. You couldn’t be more embarrassed. Sending your fiancé, who is not the biggest people-person, back to the wolves, but it’d be more embarrassing if you walked out there in your current state.

You fixed your dress and made sure you were able to stand properly again after a few minutes. Making sure your hair, makeup, and dress were all still together, you left the bathroom with caution. You quietly snuck down the hallway, back against the wall. You got to the doorway and peeked around the corner to peer into the party.

You don’t know how long you were in the bathroom for as the crowd surprisingly died down. Family members left for home, hotels, or whatever bedrooms your grandparents had available, so the end-of-the-night afterparty was intimate and calm. You inched into the room, eyes falling on Simon, who was outside with your grandfather, lighter in his hand.

You smiled gingerly as your mother called you over. “Sweetie, everybody loves Simon. I know he isn’t much of a talker, or a hugger, but he made a great impression.” Her voice was filled with warmth and happiness, and she spoke in a hushed tone. “He also listens to your grandfather’s stories, bless his heart.” She cooed. Your mother continued to speak, but her voice drowned out as you watched your future husband.

Simon stood at ease, with his hands held together and relaxed behind him as your grandfather engaged him in a story, puffing his cigar shakily as his hands trembled while he was animated. It was so calm and serene, watching him nod, the ghost of his jawline moving beneath the mask as he spoke. Your heart fluttered as Simon’s eyes flicked over and locked onto you, giving a little wink before turning his attention back to the present conversation.

Okay, you’re definitely sitting on his face tonight.

[radiance1]

"Hey Jazz, I need you to put my arm back on-" Danny paused as two sets of eyes landed on him, one of which bounced over to his stub of an arm, his elbow (and the rest of his arm) hanging limply under his armpit and back over to his face and repeat.

Danny blinked slowly, as if he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. He very forcefully stopped his instinctual reaction to throw his severed arm at the red crime lord and instead wrinkled his nose in disgust.

They've already tried fighting in Jazz's apartment. Didn't end well for either of them.

"Ew." Danny eventually said, and if Red Hood wasn't wearing a mask Danny would say he was probably sharing his same look of disgust. Not that he ever saw the guy's face but who cares.

"Danny." Jazz, ever so calmly, warned. Danny killed the words on the tip of his tongue, sending a quick glare Red Hood's way before looking around the room.

He's already seen it, but better than looking at that thing.

"You two know each other?" Red Hood asked, and Danny scoffed.

Loudly.

"Danny." Jazz hissed in his direction, Danny pretended to whistle with an innocent expression as he stared hard at a particular wall. Jazz sighed. "Yes, I do. He's my little brother, actually."

Red Hood grunted, and silence descended onto the room as Jazz dealt with the Crime Lord's injuries.

A moment.

"Must be pretty stupid to get his arm cut off, or incompetent. Probably both."

"Oh you son of a-"

"Boys." Jazz said, voice sugary sweet and smooth like honey.

Instinctually Danny straightened his back, standing up as straight as he could. Red Hood, since he was sitting down, sat straight instead.

"What did I tell the two of you about fighting?" Jazz asked, and Danny wondered if he should just jump out the window now.

He could probably get away with hitting that red lamppost on his way out too.

"Boys?" Jazz repeated, and Danny looked over to the window. "Danny, Red Hood. I would like to let you know that that window has recently been reinforced," Danny stiffened. "I would have to thank mom and dad for that later actually. So please, don't entertain any thoughts of jumping through it."

Danny grumbled over his breath before huffing. "You said not to when we're in your apartment."

Jazz nodded. "Good, now Mr. Hood?" Jason grumbled something under his breath, and Jazz nodded again. "Wonderful. However, please do not call my brother stupid or incompetent for losing his arm in the future."

Red Hood stayed as still as a statue for a moment, before eventually, hesitantly, nodding. Jazz copied the movement, before turning her face slightly in Danny's direction. "Danny, please close my door and actually get in." Danny did so, sweat slowly dripping down his back when he heard it auto-lock behind him. "Sit over there please, I will be with you in a moment."

Danny did so, quietly cursing his parents' decision to send his sister reinforced glass that acted against his in this very moment just in case someone tried to break into her window.

Or out of it, apparently.

[stuckysbike]

Give Me Tonight

A/n: please forgive me it’s been a long long time since I’ve written anything, much less posted. All mistakes are my own. Written on my phone.

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: smut, slight angst, soft!Dom Bucky, p in v sex, allusion to oral sex, breeding kink, cheating kink (is that a kink?)

You sighed, looking one last time at your watch.

Late, again.

With a huff you snatched your clutch off the bar and swallowed down the last of your drink. You turned, ignoring the pitying looks the bartender and other patrons sent you only to see someone slide onto the stool next to yours.

“Stood up?” A gruff voice asked.

You looked up and met beautiful blue eyes. The man was devilishly handsome with a sharp stubbled jaw and a dimple in his chin. By the way he carried himself, he knew it too.

“My husband,” you sighed as you crossed your legs and rested your elbow on the bar. You didn’t miss his eyes lingering on your thighs as your movement had your dress ride up your leg.

“He’s a fool,” the man said signalling for a drink. A few moments later a fresh drink was set down for you both. “Did he treat you right on Valentine’s Day?”

You snorted and toyed with your napkin. “Stood me up then too. Chose work over me. I stayed home with our two sons.”

The man clicked his tongue in disappointment. “Did you at least have a nice evening with them?”

“I did,” you admitted. “We built a blanket fort, told ghost stories and had too much junk food. Like Halloween only in spring.”

Your boys loved halloween and you weren’t above recreating it for them just to see their happy little faces light up.

The man laughed heartily and you didn’t miss the wistful look lingering in his eye. “Your husband is a lucky man.” He said softly, confident in his knowledge.

“And can you believe he wants another child!” You turned to him and raised your eyebrows. “I think he wants a daughter you know.” You confided.

“Is that so. I would say bedding you is no hardship Doll,” he practically growled the last bit, his eyes roaming over your body.

You felt self conscious for a moment, you’d had two kids, your body wasn’t perfect like some of the other woman in this bar, and your curves felt a bit rounder than everyone else’s.

“He’s never around,” you turned back to your drink and tried to push your insecurities away.

“Run away with me,” he said suddenly taking your hand in his.

You looked up startled. His eyes twinkled mischievously and his smile had you clenching your thighs together. He was close and the masculine scent curled around your senses in the dimly lit bar.

“Where to?” You leaned in closer pushing your breasts together. The slow jazz in the background seemed to fade, it was only you and he right here.

“Wherever your heart desires,” he said with a soft tilt of his lips. His eyes flicked over your face and you felt your heart thump harder in your chest.

“Smooth bastard. What about my boys?”

“They can come. I’m great with kids.” His confidence pulled you into his web and you found yourself falling more and more.

“They adore their father, they think he built the city brick by brick with his bare hands,” you said smiling to yourself. “And I must say I love him like crazy, but lately I’ve been missing him more.”

His smile was sad, a big thumb reached out to stroke your cheek. You leaned your face into the cool metal of his left hand and let your eyes drift closed for a moment. You imagined running away, starting fresh where no one knew you, where no one could find you. Where you had this man all to yourself. You were sorely tempted to agree.

“He’d come after us,” you said as you met his eyes accepting that you just couldn’t escape your life.

“Yeah?” He asked, his eyebrow moving.

“Oh yes,” you nodded confidently. “He’ll always come for us.”

“Give me tonight darlin’, come to bed with me for a few hours and I’ll treasure the memory for the rest of my life,” he swallowed, his eyes pleading.

You reached a hand out and fixed his hair, moving it behind his ear. “Okay,” you agreed as you slipped your wedding ring into your purse. His eyes followed the movement. “What do I call you?”

“Call me Bucky.”

———

His hands were everywhere; cupping your face, bunching your dress up to squeeze your ass, pawing at your breasts and gripping your waist as he kissed you breathless.

You couldn’t keep your hands off him either, pushing the crisp white shirt from his broad shoulders and tugging at his belt.

His firm stomach muscles jumped when you finally slid your hand inside his boxers to wrap your fingers around his impressive girth.

“What’s that you’ve found, huh?” He teased, his breath tickling your ear. You have him a few slow pumps, twisting your wrist at the head to spread the precum.

His moan sounded more like a whine and you smirked. “Has it been a while,” you asked.

He nodded, and you released him, hooking your thumbs into his boxers to push them down.

”I’ll taste you later Doll I promise, I’ll eat you out until the sun comes up, just- I need you now,” he licked a spot under your ear and you arched your body against his.

Your panties were soaked as he dragged them down your legs and off your feet. Bucky shoved your dress up around your hips and his pants were around his thighs as he pushed into you in one smooth stroke.

You sighed in pleasure, letting your head sink into the plush luxury hotel pillows. Kicking your heels off you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“So wet, you feel so good dollface,” his mouth attacked to yours, his tongue pushing against your tongue. You submitted relaxing into him and letting him take the lead, but he stayed his hips, teasing you with his length.

“Bucky,” you murmured.

He hummed and ducked to suck your nipple into his mouth. You moaned into his neck and tugged on his hair, but he still didn’t move his hips.

“Please fuck me,” you pleaded clenching around him. Bucky raised his shoulders, his hands on either side of your head. He drew out slowly, blew you a kiss and slammed back into your wet channel.

You cried out, your fingernails gripping into his ass as he thrust into you again and again. His dog tags bumped between your tits and you tugged on them to pull him closer kissing him again.

“Oh my god,” you sighed pushing your fingers through his soft hair and stroking down his back.

His cock drove into you relentlessly, and all you could do was hang on and let him control the pace.

“You like that?” Bucky growled into your ear.

“Yes, please,” you panted. Bucky bit your jaw and you cried out. “right there.” You said as his cock bumped your sweet spot.

“Dirty girl, cheating on your husband with me, I’m not even wearing a rubber,” Bucky tugged your earlobe between his teeth. “I might leave a baby in you.”

You sobbed, nodding into his neck begging and pleading incoherent words against his skin.

“What will your husband say? About me putting a baby in you?” He growled. His fingers laced through your hair and he pulled your head back, kissing you harshly.

You were too far gone to respond right away but Bucky was having none of it. His eyes searched your face and he curled his lips back from his teeth when you didn’t answer.

“Doll,” he growled tugging on your hair again. “Tell me what he’ll do?”

“He loves me,” you sobbed.

“Yeah, I bet he does,” Bucky kissed your throat. “I know he does.”

“Please,” you tugged his hair lost now, your lips babbling nonsense. “Loves me, please I can’t - Buck I-.”

He chuckled, the sound almost cruel as he ground his hips into yours and slipped a hand between your bodies. You squeezed his cock in your pussy, overstimulated and desperate to cum. Bucky growled and used his thumb to stimulate your swollen clit.

“Okay baby, you cum with me,” he growled.

You let go, and the coil snapped as relief flooded your muscles. Your body fell but Bucky caught you, his lips against the skin, arms holding you to him.

“Bucky,” you sighed as he thrust several more times before he painted your channel with his spend.

You lay in limbo, Bucky between your legs as you stroked the back of his head and peppered kisses on his scruffy cheek.

“That was,” you sighed as you caught your breath. “I love you,”

“I love you too baby,” Bucky murmured against his lips. “I’m sorry about Valentine’s Day.”

“It’s okay, you were with your boyfriends, they needed your attention,” you teased him. “Where’s your wedding ring?”

“In my wallet,” he said and you raised an eyebrow.

“Keep it in there often?” You asked playfully.

“Only if I’m on a date with Steve and Sam,” he winked.

You laughed, pushing at his shoulder. “You’re heavy,” you complained. Bucky rolled onto his back easily taking you with him. He kissed you as he stroked your hair back from your face. “So what did you do on Valentine’s Day?”

Bucky snorted. “I was stuck in a motel room with the thinnest walls in history and I had to listen to Sam rail Steve all night.”

“It was hardly all night,” you giggled.

“It was all night. Wilson may not be a supersoldier but he has enviable stamina!”

You laughed again, and Bucky smiled up at you, glad to be the cause of your mirth.

“Let’s take a shower and then I’ll make slow sweet love to you,” he said.

“Bucky,” you sighed dropping a gentle kiss to his lips. “Make love to me now. The shower can wait. We have a baby to make.”

“Insatiable woman,” he teased and you laughed into his chest.

Later, as he lay on his belly snoring softly next to you his heavy arm draped over your tummy, you watched the city lights twinkle.

You weren’t upset about Valentine’s Day and he knew that. Days like that didn’t matter when you and he had a thousand moments you could share any day of the year.

[deonn-jaelle]

Under the lights

word count : 2,914

warning ‼️ : smut

pairing : aurelien x black fem reader

summary : an evening out by yourself turns into a romantic, steamy night with your…..good friend.

Paris was alive with its usual magic—glittering lights, cobblestone streets kissed by the faint glow of streetlamps, and the hum of evening conversations spilling out from the cafés. You stepped out of your favorite bistro in the Marais, the evening air cool against your skin. You adjusted your scarf, glancing up at the Eiffel Tower sparkling in the distance. The sight always managed to steal your breath, even after living in the city for two years.

“Y/n” a deep voice called behind you.

You turned, your pulse quickening as you recognized the tall, striking figure approaching you.

Aurélien Tchouameni.

The star midfielder for the French national team and an international sensation. His face—sharp jawline, piercing brown eyes, and an effortless charm—was a regular on billboards and magazine covers. But here, in the intimate glow of the Parisian night, he was just Aurelien. No flashing cameras, no roaring stadium crowds.

“ Aurélien,” you said, your voice steady despite the flutter in your chest. “What brings you here?”

“I was hoping to see you.”

His words were simple, but the intensity in his gaze made your cheeks warm. You met him months ago at a gala you’d been covering as a journalist. Since then, he had found ways to linger in your life—chance encounters that never felt entirely accidental.

“You were hoping to see me?” you repeated, an eyebrow arching.

He smiled, that slow, devastating grin that had charmed millions but seemed crafted just for you in this moment. “Does that surprise you?”

“A little,” you admitted, folding your arms as you leaned against the lamppost. “Big-time football stars don’t usually frequent neighborhood cafés.”

“Maybe I wanted to try something new,” he replied, stepping closer. The space between you shrank, and the cool air suddenly felt warmer. Your heart raced, but you masked it with a smirk. “And you thought you’d find excitement here?”

“I’m finding it now,” he said, his voice lower, softer. His gaze dipped briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes. “Let me take you out tonight.”

You hesitated. You weren’t immune to Aurélien’s charm, but you weren’t the type to swoon over fame or flashy gestures. Still, there was something about him—something genuine behind the confidence.

“Where?” you asked, tilting your head.

“You’ll see,” he said, offering his hand.

You stared at his outstretched palm, the smooth tone of his skin contrasting against the dark fabric of his coat. Finally, you took it, letting his warmth spread through you.

An hour later, You found yourself seated at a small, candlelit bistro tucked away in one of Paris’s quieter streets. The restaurant was intimate, with soft jazz playing in the background and couples scattered at tables, lost in their own worlds.

“How did you find this place?” you asked as you sipped your wine.

“A teammate told me about it,” Aurélien said, leaning back in his chair. “Said it was perfect for nights when you want to disappear.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Disappearing isn’t something I’d imagine you’d be good at.”

He chuckled, a sound that seemed to vibrate through you. “You’d be surprised. I’m not always looking for the spotlight.”

“And what are you looking for now?” you challenged, meeting his gaze head-on.

“You,” he said simply.

Your heart skipped a beat, but you forced herself to play it cool. “That’s a bold answer.”

“I’m a bold man,” he replied, his lips curving into a grin.

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “Do you always say exactly what’s on your mind?”

“With you, yes.”

The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard. For a moment, you forgot where you were, lost in the way his eyes seemed to see right through your carefully constructed walls.

“Tell me about you,” he said, leaning forward. “The real Y/n. Not the journalist with the sharp wit or the woman who keeps dodging my calls.”

You smirked. “Dodging your calls? I prefer to think of it as… being selective.”

“Selective, huh?” He chuckled, his hand brushing yours on the table. The touch was brief but electric. “Then I feel even more honored to be here.”

“You should,” you teased, though your voice softened.

You talked for hours, the conversation flowing as effortlessly as the wine. You found herself opening up in ways you hadn’t expected—about your upbringing in New York, your move to Paris to pursue journalism, and the struggles of balancing ambition with vulnerability. Aurelien listened intently, his gaze never wavering.

“And you?” you asked, curiosity finally getting the better of you. “What’s it like being… you?”

He shrugged, a hint of vulnerability flashing across his face. “It’s not as glamorous as people think. The pressure, the scrutiny—it can get overwhelming.”

“But you love it,” you said, studying him.

“I do,” he admitted. “But it’s nights like this that remind me why it’s worth it. Meeting people who see me for more than just the headlines.”

Your chest tightened at his words. You’d spent so much of your career dissecting public figures, analyzing their every move. Yet here, sitting across from Aurélien, he felt disarmingly real.

By the time you left the bistro, the city had quieted. You strolled down the cobblestone streets, your footsteps echoing in the stillness.

“Thank you for tonight,” You said, glancing up at him.

“I should be thanking you,” he replied, his hand brushing yours as you walked.

The silence between you was comfortable, the kind that didn’t need to be filled. When you reached a small park near his apartment, Aurélien stopped, turning to face you fully.

“Can I ask you something?” he said, his voice low.

“Depends on the question,” you replied, your lips curving into a smile.

He stepped closer, the space between them evaporating. “Do you want to come inside?”

Your breath hitched. The way he looked at you—like you were the only thing that mattered in the world—made it impossible to say no.

“Yes,” you said softly.

The smile that spread across his face was radiant, his eyes lighting up with a boyish charm that made her chest ache.

Without another word, he cupped your face in his hands, his touch warm against your chilled skin. His lips met yours, gentle at first, as if testing the waters. But when you responded, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, his intensity grew.

Your hands found their way to his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath his coat. He pulled you closer, one hand tangling in your curls, the other resting on your lower back.

When you finally broke apart, both breathless, he rested his forehead against yours.

As you took his hand, your lips still tingling from his kiss, you couldn’t help but smile. For once, you felt like the walls you built around yourself didn’t need to stay so high. Maybe, just maybe, you were ready to see where this could lead.

The soft hum of jazz filled the air as you stepped into Aurélien’s apartment.

You weren’t sure what you had expected when you agreed to come inside, but the cozy, understated elegance of his home surprised you. Warm lighting, minimalist decor, and a wall of bookshelves gave it a personality you hadn't anticipated.

"You live here?" you teased, setting your coat on the arm of the sofa.

"Disappointed?" he asked, stepping into the open kitchen.

"No," you admitted, walking toward him.

"I guess I expected something flashier. This is... nice."

He smiled as he poured two glasses of wine.

"I don't need flash at home. It's the one place where I can just be me."

As he handed you a glass, your fingers brushed, and that familiar spark ignited. You tried to focus on anything but the way his presence seemed to fill the room. You talked and laughed as easily as they had at the bistro, right now felt different. More intimate. By the time you moved to the couch, your nerves were buzzing. Aurélien sat close, your knees brushing, his scent— earthy and clean-pulling you in.

"You know," he said softly, "I've been thinking about you all week." Your heart skipped.

"Oh I’m sure you have" you say slightly joking

He leaned closer, his voice dropping." And now that you're here, I'm not sure how I'm supposed to let you leave."

You laughed, but the sound was shaky. "You’re a bold man."

"I am bold man." he murmured, in agreement, brushing a curl from your face,

The air thickened, charged with unspoken desire. His hand slid to your cheek, his thumb grazing your skin as he leaned in. When your lips met, the world seemed to tilt. His kiss was slow and deliberate, as if savoring every second. You melted against him, your hands finding his shoulders as he deepened the kiss. The soft hum of music faded, replaced by the sound of your breathing, the gentle rustle of fabric as his arms circled your waist. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours once more, his eyes searching yours for permission to go further.

"Y/n," he whispered, your name a question and a promise all at once.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as you nodded, your breath hitching. "Yes."

He lifted you effortlessly, carrying you toward the bedroom. The space was just as warm and inviting as the rest of his apartment, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting shadows on the walls. Aurélien set you down gently, his hands never leaving you as he kissed you again, slower this time. His lips traced a path down your neck, his touch reverent as he explored your skin. Your head tilted back, your fingers tangling in his hair as you let herself surrender to the moment.

Aurelien's strong hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you close. He whispered your name "Y/n” his French accent making it sound like a secret. You unbuttoned his shirt, revealing chiseled abs and broad shoulders.

Your fingers traced the defined muscles, feeling the power that made him a force on the soccer field. Aurélien’s hands explored your curves, marveling at the beautiful mix of your bronze skin tones. He unzipped your dress, letting it pool at your feet, leaving you in black lace.

The dim light caressed your curves, making you look like a dark goddess. He stepped back to admire you. His breath caught in his throat. You moved closer, pressing your body against his. His lips found yours- hungry, possessive.

His hands moved to your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly. You wrapped your legs around him as he stumbled forward onto a plush love seat near an open window. The night air was cool on your bare skin, contrasting with the heat generated between you.

Aurélien broke the kiss to trail kisses down your neck, his teeth grazing your collarbone. Your head fell back, exposing more of your throat to his hungry mouth. He gripped your hips tightly, grinding his hardness against your core. You whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"I need you," Aurélien growled, his voice rough with desire. Your response was to squeeze your legs tighter around him, trying to get closer. He reached between your bodies, fumbling with his belt before tearing open a condom with his teeth.

As he kicked off his pants, you wriggled out of your underwear, leaving you bare before him. Aurelien paused, taking in your form - the swell of your breasts, the flare of your hips, the softness of your thighs.

“Si beau" he murmured. He slowly lowered you down onto him - easily sliding into you due to how you’ve secretly wanted him badly all night- his hands splayed possessively on your hips. He kissed you softly, his thumb stroking your cheek as he guided himself inside you.

You inhaled sharply as he filled you, your back arching to take him deeper. He wrapped your legs around his waist, his large hands supporting your ass as he began to move. The chair creaked under your movements, the room filled with your heavy breaths and soft moans.

Aurelien's strong arms lifted you up and down on him, his hands roaming over your curves possessively. He broke the kiss to look down at where you joined, his eyes darkening as he watched himself enter you.

"Tellement parfait" he growled, his voice strained with desire. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back into you , the force of his hips making you bounce on his lap. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you clung to him, your head thrown back in ecstasy.

"Look at me chérie” he commanded, his voice deep and demanding. You opened your eyes, meeting his intense gaze. He slowed his pace, moving deliberately now, making each thrust count. His thumb found your clit, circling it gently in rhythm with his hips.

Your eyes rolled back as pleasure overwhelmed you. "Aurélien" you whimpered, your voice barely audible. He smiled, his heart swelling with love and desire. He picked up the pace again, his thumb pressing harder against your sensitive clit as he fucked you mercilessly on the lounge chair.

He wrapped his arms around you , pulling you flush against his chest. "Wrap your legs around me," he ordered, his voice strained. You locked your ankles at his back, allowing him to go even deeper. He grunted, his face a mask of concentration.

Aurélien stood up, still buried inside you, and carried you to the bed. He sat down, keeping your legs wrapped around his waist, and leaned back against the headboard. Your back arched as he sank deeper into you, the change in position hitting your g-spot perfectly.

"You like that?" Aurelien asked, smirking as you whimpered and clung to him. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, opening you up even wider as he pounded into you. The bed creaked loudly, keeping rhythm with your bodies slapping together.

Your nails dug into Aurelien's shoulders once again as you tried to pull him closer, needing more of him inside you. He hissed at the sharp pain, but it only seemed to fuel his desire.

"More?" he growled, thrusting harder. You nodded, unable to form words as pleasure coursed through you. He reached between the two of you, finding your sensitive clit and rubbing in time with his thrusts.

"Tell me you want it," he whispered harshly against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Tell me you want me to make you cum all over my dick." His fingers continued their maddening dance on your clit, pushing you closer to the edge.

"I want it," you choked out, your voice desperate. "I want you to make me cum so bad." Aurelien grinned, his eyes dark with lust. "That's what I like to hear" he said, his thrusts becoming even more brutal as he drove into your gushing pussy.

"Your pussy feels so good around me," he groaned, adjusting his angle to hit just the right spot, triggering waves of pleasure through you. You could feel your orgasm building, intense and inevitable. "Not yet," he commanded, slowing his pace slightly despite her desperate whimpers.

"I'm going to count to three," he said, his voice low and commanding. "And when I reach three, I want you to cum for me. Hard." He started moving again, his thrusts long and deep, each one pushing you closer to the edge. "One,"

... "Two..." His pace picked up, becoming more urgent as he felt your muscles clutching him tighter. "Three..." A surge of pleasure rushed through you as he hit that perfect spot, and with his command, you shattered completely, your body convulsing around him in a powerful orgasm.

grunts "That's it... cum all over this dick" he growled, his own pleasure building as he felt you pulsating around him. "Don't stop... ride through it" he commanded, continuing his punishing rhythm.

As you rode through your release, he wrapped his hand around your neck. "Look at me," he ordered, his voice rough with barely contained passion. He wanted to see your face as he continued to thrust into you, prolonging your pleasure.

Your eyes locked, he picked up his pace, slamming into you as he gazed into your dilated pupils. "You're going to cum again, and again, and again..." He punctuated each word with a hard thrust, his hands gripping your hips possessively.

Needless to say, it was a long night. Time seemed to blur as you came together, your movements tender yet passionate. Your touch was a mixture of strength and care, his attention to your every reaction making you feel seen in a way you never had before. When you both finally lay tangled in the sheets, your breaths mingling in the quiet, you traced lazy circles on his chest.

"I wasn't expecting this," you admitted, your voice soft.

"Neither was I," he replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "But I'm glad it happened."

You smiled, closing your eyes as you rested against him. For the first time in a long time, you felt at peace-wrapped in the warmth of something that felt like it could be real.

“Goodnight, Y/n” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple before closing his eyes.

“Goodnight, Aurélien” you whispered, slowly drifting off to sleep.

note: lets just act like his house isn’t designed badly and it looks like how it’s described :) anyway, i hope you all enjoyed and tell me what you think!!!

[magisteramentia]

A Maid’s Debt (Part 2)

(Part 1)

Cindy tried to put Alexandra out of her mind. Focusing on the tasks at hand. She was already late for work on her first day. Rushing to get dressed she choose her outfit without thinking and ran to catch the bus.

Barely getting there before the bus departed, she finally managed to take a second to breath, calm down and grab a seat by the window.

It was at that moment when she realized what her subconscious picked up to meet her new boss.

She looked down and she could see a white, semi-transparent blouse. Underneath she was wearing a pink lace bra that she, and everyone in the bus could see.

Her face turned red and a single thought gave her a silver lining that made her smile. At least now everything matches.

Pink bra, a light pink blazer that she hugged to hide away and the pink pants that she had prepared last night.

Her subconscious had great fashion sense.

Cindy took out her sunglasses, and watched the city blend into the suburbs. One thought on loop took over her mind, did her underwear matched all of her outfit?

The bus made the last stop in the outskirts of the city. Mr. Ramirez was already waiting for her to drive the last stretch home.

“How was the commute?” Mr. Ramirez said opening the door for her. He had a cute smile under his graying hair and was wearing a white shirt under a gray jacket and matching gray pants.

Cindy gave him a halfhearted smile and closed her jacket.

“That’s an interesting lipstick color.” He added once they got into the car.

Cindy pulled down the mirror and saw the bright red lipstick on her reflection.

“I-” She averted her eyes and made herself small, “I wanted to make a good impression.” She said with a meek voice.

Mr. Ramirez smiled at her. “It did.”

They drove in silence listening to soft jazz on the radio. Cindy took this time to breathe and calm herself.

When they got to the house Mr. Ramirez got off the car and stopped.

“Hey, this is a bit embarrassing, do you mind going in first? I was supposed to pick up some supplies when I picked you up, but I forgot. Make yourself at home, I left some documents that need to be transcribed. You could help me with that.”

Cindy nodded while Mr. Ramirez jumped back on the car. She walked towards the door and before she could reach the knob, it opened.

Behind the door was a young woman, about her age, She had short black hair, pale skin and long eyelashes. Around her neck she was wearing a white choker with a black opal. And then there were the pair of gold earrings.

And then there was the maid outfit. It was form fit to her slender body. Showing just the perfect amount of cleavage. Cindy would have thought it was a fetish outfit if it wasn’t for the fact that the skirt went all the way down to her ankles.

The young woman stood a bit taller than her, she said “Yes?”

Cindy shook her head, getting her attention rapt out of the maid’s cleavage.

“Hi,” She cleared her throat, “I’m Cindy, Mr. Ramirez new assistant and intern.”

The maid gave her a Mona Lisa smile, “This way,” she said and led the way.

“Mr. Ramirez told me about you,” The woman walked ahead of her, there was something entrancing about the way she walked, it was almost erotic. The way she swayed her hips. And Cindy was almost sure she was wearing heels under that long skirt. She could hear the clicking on the wooden floor, “Let me show you around.”

Cindy saw most of the house the previous day, but she could not say no to her.

“You know the foyer, but you already know that.” She said with a little giggle.

Room by room she followed the maid. There was something odd about her. She listened to her, “This is the kitchen… the basement… the bathroom…” but didn’t really pay attention.

Finally she noticed, every time she pointed to a new room, she saw the black latex gloves. Not the kind you wear for washing the dishes.

They finished the first floor and when she was about to go upstairs, Cindy grabbed her gloved hand, it was incredibly smooth and shiny.

“Sorry, I just have a few questions.” Cindy said without letting go of her hand.

The maid smiled, “Yes?”

Cindy felt a bit lost in her expression, she was gorgeous. “Right, uhm, sorry, but I don’t think I heard your name.”

The maid’s eyes went wide, “Silly me, I forgot. My name is Elizabeth.” She said and made a little twirl, “I’m the maid, but I think that’s obvious.”

“Nice to meet you Elizabeth.” Cindy said and curtsied.

Elizabeth giggled, covering her mouth.

“There was another thing I almost forgot. There are some rules.”

Cindy nodded. “Right of course.”

“The Masters are really strict about them, so please don’t forget to follow them. Please follow me and pay attention.”

Cindy followed Elizabeth upstairs, she could see the shinny black heels that the maid was wearing as she climbed the steps.

“First,” The maid said, “You can use any of the facilities as you please, Master is really proud of his library.”

There was that word again, Master. Did they really make poor Elizabeth talk to them that way.

“But” Elizabeth continued, “Please don’t go into the basement. If there is any problem you can come look for me.”

They reached the end of the stairs, “This is my room.” Then she turned and with a very serious, and very out of place expression in her doll-like face, Elizabeth said, “Under no circumstances go in. Understood?”

Cindy gulped and nodded.

“Not even if you hear odd notices. Or even if it’s half open. Ok?”

“Yes,” Cindy said meekly.

Then the maid smiled.

“Good, let’s keep going then. This is the Masters’ bedroom. Try to avoid it if possible. They are very particular about their privacy, you know? Trying to keep their daily lives and work separate.”

“This is the study, you already know that.” Elizabeth said, and kept walking, “On that note, please don’t talk about work stuff outside of that room. Mistress get’s really annoyed when Master does that.”

Cindy liked the idea and the rules so far, respecting their privacy, no talk about job outside the office. That was great, and it would help her decompress once she was done working or if she needed a break.

“And this,” Elizabeth said, opening a door at the end of the hallway “Is your room.”

“I’m sorry?” Cindy said a bit freaked out.

“Master said to prepare the guest room for you.” Elizabeth said getting inside, “The workload can be overwhelming at times and he is very strict, but also the weather can mess up with the busses and trains, making it difficult to go back to the city. That’s the reason I live here.”

It made sense, and Mast- Mr. Ramirez said something about that during the interview.

“You don’t know how much money I have saved working for them.” Elizabeth continued, “Soon enough I’m going to take a very long vacation and travel the world. They were even kind enough to make the reservation for me in advance.”

“That’s very nice. Where are you going.”

“I don’t know yet. Everywhere?”

Cindy raised an eyebrow with concern.

“I mean, I want to travel the world. Always wanted to.” She fluffed the pillow and talked, “Maybe work and travel, I would like to start in Japan.”

Cindy relaxed and nodded “Working as a maid?”

Elizabeth giggled, “Maybe, like in a maid cafe? But no, I was thinking about using my degree.”

“You have a degree?”

“Of course I do. I paid my student debts working for the Ramirez.”

Her hands went up to her lips.

“Please don’t tell Master I made such a blunder.”

“It’s okay, I won’t tell.”Cindy hugged her and patted her back, but the question remained, “Say, what did you study then?”

“I’m an English mayor.” Elizabeth said.

An old clock began to chime.

“Shit, is it already this late?” Elizabeth broke the embrace. “I need to get to make lunch and then dinner. Otherwise I will be punished. Thanks for keeping the secret. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem.” But before Elizabeth left Cindy called out to her, “Elizabeth, sorry, but, I don’t really know what is it that you want me to keep secret.”

“Oh,” Elizabeth stopped and looked over the corridor, and answered in almost a whisper, “Please don’t tell Master that I referred to him by name.”

After that she rushed down, her heels clicking all the way.

Cindy felt a bit nervous. That must have been a joke. No way they could be ‘that’ strict, right?

She shook her head and decided to check out the room. It was quite spacious, there was a double bed, with white pillows and white covers. She had a small desk, a bookcase with a mix of psychology and literature books.

A nightstand by the bed with a reading lamp. She pulled on the drawer expecting to find a King James Bible like it was a hotel room. She found quite the opposite.

There was massager wand.

She blushed and closed it.

“Maybe it’s for back pains.” She said out loud.

She heard a car pull over the driveway. Mr. Ramirez was back, her window looked over the garage and she could see him get out of the car and waving at her.

She waved back, still feeling flustered.

Cindy met Mr. Ramirez at his office, a bit more calmed down.

“Did you get to meet Elizabeth?” He said, opening the door of the study.

Cindy nodded. “Yes she showed me around.”

“Excellent, did she explain the rules?”

“Yes, she was very… warm and kind.”

“That’s Elizabeth for you, shame we will have to let go of her soon. It’s so hard to find someone Alexandra likes.”

Cindy sat down in a desk by the corner, “Uhm,” She said meekly.

“Well then, let’s get to work.“

Cindy tried to say something about the thing she found in one of the drawers of her room, but once she saw him focus on the task ahead she sighed and began to work on the data sheets in front of her space.

Maybe at lunch.

It was gruesome work. Going over interviews, interpreting them, putting everything over spreadsheets. But she focused and grinded.

There was a knock at the door.

“Master?” it was Elizabeth.

Cindy looked over the cloock. It was already past noon.

“Master?” Elizabeth knocked again.

Mr. Ramirez stretched in place and looked at his clock as well, “Come in.”

Elizabeth came through the door and bowed, “Lunch is ready Mr. Ramirez.”

“Thank you Elizabeth,” He said, “We will be down shortly.”

Before she left she looked at Cindy and winked.

Cindy smiled.

Mr. Ramirez stood up, “Let’s get down and get something to eat, as long as you work here it’s my treat, besides, Elizabeth is an amazing cook.”

He let Cindy walk ahead.

Going down stairs she could smell the food. The aroma was spicy and delicious.

“Today I made something a bit Mexican, from the time we went to Mexico, Master.”

Mr. Ramirez approached Elizabeth and patted her head.

“You just wanted to show off.” He said, “Great work.”

Elizabeth closed her eyes, “Thank you, Master.”

Cindy winced, every time she heard Elizabeth refer to him like that made her shiver. She looked like a pet.

“You said you went to Mexico? With them?” Cindy said trying to get her mind away from it.

“Yes,” She said excited, “Master had to go and give some lectures and do some research. They brought me along. I learned so much. About the culture, cooking. Even learnt some Spanish.”

Mr. Ramirez sat down next to Cindy.

“We paid for everything of course.”

“Of course,” Cindy said and tried the food. “God, this is delicious.”

“Thank you” Elizabeth said, “An old lady taught me how to make the Pollo con Mole” she even said it with the perfect inflection.

“Speaking about that.” Mr. Ramirez said, he almost moaned when he took a bite of the chicken coated in the black chocolate.

“I have to go back in a few months from now, the university is asking me if I can speak about my research again. Would you like to go?”

Elizabeth blushed. “Master, you know I will be gone by then.”

Mr. Ramirez smiled, “I know, I wasn’t talking about you. I meant Cindy. You know Spanish, right? I could use some assistance while I’m there.”

Cindy was caught with her mouth full.

“Of course I will take care of all the expenses.” Then he winked at Elizabeth, “Also, it was worth a shot.”

Cindy gulped down her bite. “I will think about it.” She said.

Mr. Ramirez went back to eating. Everything was going so fast.

“Well back to work,” He said and Elizabeth picked up his dishes.

Cindy enjoyed the last bites of her plate, “I will wait for you upstairs,” and with that he was gone.

He would have to talk about that later.

Maybe at dinner.

Elizabeth picked up her plate.

Or maybe right now.

“Say, there was this… uhm… thing in one of the drawers of my room…”

Elizabeth smiled at her, “That ‘thing’” she winked at her, “I left it there, I hope you enjoy it.”

Cindy blushed.

“Oh, did I overstep?” Elizabeth tried to hide her face. “Please don’t-”

“I won’t tell, don’t worry.” Cindy said reassuring her.

“This is the second mistake I did today. Please don’t tell them. It’s just,” Elizabeth was sort of shivering, “I thought you would like it, you know, if you get stuck here and sometimes things get very stressful with work, and maybe you would get lonely and-”

“Don’t worry,” Cindy said, “I just thought it was a bit odd.”

Elizabeth nodded. Her perfect mascara was running.

“Look, I have to go back to work, you should fix yourself before they see you like that, if they are as strict as you say.”

Elizabeth took out a small handkerchief from one of the pockets of her dress and cleaned her face.

“Master is very kind and he won’t punish me unless he has to, and I prefer his to the when Mistress does it.”

“You mean Alexandra?”

“Yes, Mistress, uhm. I can’t tell you more about it. I will get in trouble. Please, just don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t” Cindy reassured her for the third time. “I’ve to work. See you later.”

Elizabeth left the dishes and went to the bathroom downstairs.

Cindy went upstairs and brushed her teeth in the bathroom next to her room. When she came out she heard another card pull over.

She peered out of the window of her room, Alexandra climbed out of the car and walked into the house.

Before Cindy walked into the office, she heard Alexandra’s voice echo through the house, “Elizabeth?”

“She sounds displeased,” Mr. Ramirez said before Cindy sat down.

Cindy didn’t know what to answer.

He let out a sigh and kept typing on his computer.

“Mr. Ramirez?”

“Yes?” He said as he looked over some documents.

“Is Elizabeth going to be alright?”

He lifted his eyes from the papers he was holding, he looked confused and then the realization dawned on him, “Is this about Elizabeth?”

“Yes?” Cindy answered meekly.

“Don’t worry about it, my wife can be a bit stern, but she cares about Elizabeth very deeply.”

Then he went back to his computer, “Now, if you don’t mind, we still have some work to do. If you want I can drive you home after we are done with this batch.”

Cindy nodded and went back to typing.

But Mr. Ramirez stopped writing, “One more thing, the rules apply as much as on the house as in the studio. Don’t concern yourself with the outside world, focus on the task at hand. We have much work to do.”

Cindy gulped. She didn’t want to get on his bad side on the first day. So she went back to her work, she plugged her earphones and focused on the grind.

Time passed quickly. The grandfather clock began to chime and the world outside was getting darker.

Mr. Ramirez dropped his pen on the desk and stretched. “I think that’s enough for today.” He said.

Cindy did the same. Her neck cracked, her wrists hurt and she was so tired of being sitting all day.

“I’m afraid that we will probably not be having dinner together tonight. Why don’t you go ahead and wait for me downstairs while I clean wrap this up before I drive you home?”

“Thank you Mr. Ramirez.” Cindy said as she began to pick up her stuff.

Then his phone began to ring.

“Shit.” He said, “Excuse my language. Do you mind waiting outside. This is a private call, I wasn’t expecting them to call me back so soon.”

Cindy nodded, she was curious.

“Is everything okay?” She said picking up her bag.

“Yes, yes.” He said and pulled up some sheets and turned on his computer again, “It’s just a client from my private practice. A corporation interested in my research.”

“I see,” Cindy said, it was not unheard of, a lot of marketing companies funded psychological research.

“We are still figuring out the kinks, so I am not afraid to discuss any of it with you, but after we are done with that maybe I can get you on board.” He stood up and opened the door for Cindy.

“I can order a car, if you are busy.” Cindy said as she walked out.

“Nonsense. I don’t think it will take long.” With that Mr. Ramirez closed the door.

Cindy was left in the dark corridor, she could hear his muffled voice through the walls and door. They weren’t very thick.

For privacy’s sake she went on her way downstairs.

But as she walked on the creaky boards she heard someone whimpering.

She stopped.

Then there was a loud noise. Like something cracking.

She looked around. There was a soft light coming from the other end of the corridor. From Elizabeth’s room.

The whimpering grew louder.

Cindy tried to walk as silently as possible over the wooden floors.

The door to Elizabeth’s room was slightly open, letting the soft yellow light spill over the floor.

There was another crack. Another whimper.

Cindy knew the rules. But the door was open. And she was sure Elizabeth was in distress.

She approached the door and pushed it just slightly.

Inside she could see Alexandra, standing tall, her hair tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing latex boots, a latex corset and latex gloves. And nothing else.

In her hand she was wielding a long black whip.

She cracked the whip again.

Then she recognized Elizabeth voice, whimpering.

She tried to take a look inside, pushing the door a bit more.

Bending on her waist, was another woman, her ass was red, her legs coated in black latex were shaking. The rest of her body was coated in latex too.

Alexandra cracked her whip another time.

Elizabeth voice whimpered. She could see her outline. But her face was covered in a latex hood.

Finally she noticed what she was saying as she whimpered.

“Ten”

She was counting the lashes with her mouth gagged under the latex hood.

Alexandra took out a small dollop of cream and began to spread it across Elizabeth’s red ass.

“This hurts me more than it hurts you,” Alexandra said, Cindy highly doubted it.

“Because I know how much you love it.” She added, shoving two fingers inside Elizabeth’s exposed cunt.

“If you didn’t love it so much, you would not make mistakes everyday.”

Cindy saw how wet Elizabeth was. She could see her dripping through her legs, to the floor.

She could hear the moaning.

And she felt something burn inside of her.

While Alexandra had her full bush, Elizabeth was smooth.

Also, Alexandra was dripping with lust as well.

The woman spanked the maid with her open palm.

Elizabeth moaned.

“Just wait until your Master comes here. Until he comes here and you have to see me cum on his cock. Wait until he fills you up and cums inside your pussy as you clean mine.”

Elizabeth moaned.

“But I’m afraid you wont get to cum.” Alexandra caressed the maid’s ass, “Only good girls get to cum.”

Elizabeth whimpered.

“Obedient girls get to cum.” Alexandra spanked her.

“Loyal, submissive girls, get to cum.” Alexandra smacked her hand against her ass again.

“You have to earn it.” She said and slid her gloved fingers over Elizabeth’s dick.

Elizabeth whimpered, moaned, Cindy didn’t know.

Cindy stared intently, one hand was already under her blazer, pulling on her nipples.

The other one was on her way down her legs…

There was the creak of a door and light coming out from Mr. Ramirez office.

Cindy freaked out and close the door without thinking. And she was sure she met Alexandra’s eyes, smiling, as she did it.

She went ran down the stairs, the wooden floors creaking under her steps.

Mr. Ramirez came down, slowly, taking his time, he found her sitting on a couch in the living room, flustered, looking at her phone.

“Everything okay?” He said.

“YES.” She said almost yelling, her eyes darted over her body, her blazer was open and he could see her pink bra under the semi-transparent white blouse.

Her nipples were poking the fabric.

He coughed.

“I think it’s a bit chilly outside,” He said opening the entrance door, “I think you should fix your jacket.”

Cindy did. She was blushing. And she could not stoop.

She climbed Mr. Ramirez car and he drove away to the city.

All the way they remained in silence.

All the way Cindy could not stop thinking about Elizabeth, Alexandra, and Mr. Ramirez cock.

~~~

(Part 3)

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[superfallingstars]

for the playlist prompts how about songs you think remus would play in his classroom during his time as a dada professor? he feels like the type of teacher who would let soft music play while the students did their work or as he graded papers imo

send me playlist prompts!

Ha this one is fun! I like the idea of Lupin playing music during class - he’s already the “cool” professor, so this seems like a no-brainer! It was hard not to be influenced by the PoA movie, what with its lovely little Boggart montage set to jazz music, but I decided to roll with it and make Professor Lupin’s curiously curated lo-fi beats to relax and study to. My jazz knowledge is pretty limited (compared to my knowledge of, say, shitty 90s alternative rock bands), and I also felt like this playlist should be mostly instrumental, so I initially felt a little constrained with these selections. I ended up choosing a few lyrically topical songs, while the rest are just my personal instrumental jazz faves that I thought were fitting. Overall I’m quite pleased with how this came out – so I hope you enjoy!

Track list:

Sun Ra - I Could Have Danced All Night: I adore this entire album, it’s just so beautiful and wistful. I also find that I’m quite productive while listening to it, so I feel like it would work in a classroom setting…

Chet Baker - But Not For Me - Vocal Version: This is suuuuch a perfect Remus song to me omg. Everyone is in love except for ME and it’ll never happen for me (because I’m fundamentally unlovable because I’m a werewolf!!!)

Shira Small - Lights Gleam Lonely: Jazzy 70s pop. I love this song, I think it's sooo Lupin, and Icouldn’t resist putting it on here (also if you've seen the other playlist asks you know how obsessed I am with this album)

Dorothy Ashby - By The Time I Get to Phoenix: gorgeous 70s jazz harp (yes, harp!)

Ella Fitzgerald - No Moon At All: when I was making this playlist I was searching for jazz songs about the moon, only to find this one about how romantic it is when there is no moon, which is honestly a thousand times better than anything I could have imagined. 10/10 Remus moment

Thelonious Monk & John Coltrane - Ruby, My Dear: Gorgeous relaxing piano/saxophone song. I only know this song because Dave Malloy plays it in Ghost Quartet and if that sentence means anything to you then PLEASE TALK TO ME

Sun Ra - You Never Told Me That You Cared: from that same album as other Sun Ra one (I seriously can’t recommend it enough!). It's so crazy to feel heartbroken from an instrumental song like. This is literally just Notes and now I’m gonna start crying

Stanton Moore - Magnolia Triangle: another of my personal jazz instrumental faves. I’m just so impressed that something in 5/4 can sound this smooth and catchy

John Coltrane - My Favorite Things: this song is one of MY favorite things. The first time I heard it was because one of my teachers played it during a work period, so... rather fitting, right? Also it's SO long sorry about that

Miles Davis Quartet - That Old Devil Moon: there are plenty of vocal versions of this song, but I wasn't really feeling them... Sorry Frank Sinatra, Miles Davis is my best friend now

Thank you for the ask, this one was really fun! I hope you enjoy the playlist!

[empirrepostr]

aw it's a beautiful baby

wish my kid looked like that instead of that yucky endoskeleton

if you can see your childs endoskeleton you have a problem

well that is why i went to the doctors to get an xray

how do we know they aren't lying to us about the existence of bones

why not see if you can find some bones

okay, i'm no surgeon but-

can we trust the bones in graves. i heard people planted them there.

it's an agenda. they want us to conform to one reality alone.

how dare they stop my parabolic phasure between dimensions.

who wants to live in this reality. ew.

yeah this one doesn't even have blowfly ice cream just edible things.

i have to eat edible things? now what do i do with all these bricks?

they say you're supposed to build stuff like houses with it.

what? what is this hansel and gretel of bricks and mortal. gross.

i don't know about you guys but i can find bones without surgery.

and that's how you get cute lil kids like this.

wait. no. that's not how it works in this dimension.

this is the worst dimension ever. it only has fake anthro creatures.

humans wiped furries out long ago. and now they wanna be them.

well when this lil baby grows up they can cause an uprising.

INVERTEBRATE REVOLUTION LET'S GO!

reject the establishment. remove your bones they are shackles.

i think i can see why this revolution has never happened in this reality.

then we must make our own reality. game devs! be ready!

turns those bones upside-down. err... inside-out.

it's a title at least. i'm writing a fic of this as we speak. keep talking.

twas the best of times, twas the boniest of times.

i literally wrote that. oh god we're a hive mind.

i knew it. we have become bees. i can feel smooth jazz in my veins.

that's not the hole it's supposed to go in.

we have to defeat the kronklike. they fight with dense magazines.

but i like his voice. it funny.

yo mamma.

push the tempo.

hey i wonder what else is on right now.

ARGH! WHY DID YOU DRAW THAT?!

that little time travel moment was unneeded.

we are not posting that on Tumblr guys. we'll get banned.

is that a how we got here or is tht the future.

if i was a girl...

i think i could understand. no wait what the-

this was published. people paid actual money for this.

"i" would pay actual money for this. or footage of it.

this cannot end well.

says you.

i am reminded of the scene with the lizard from the you know movie.

what is with the japanese and putting stuff where it don't belong.

inspired an era that did.

inpired me tht.

artists are furious sketching.

the times before equal rights hot dang.

in japan it is still those times.

it's not that old.

well if you can do that in the sims.

"several people are typing".

some of them isopods i bet.

this one is.

aw now that's cute.

yes please change the topic.

Rex, stop postin this to tumblr right here. i have &@$# to share.

i'm going to cross myself.

heavenly father, are you seeing this ****!

an ad i just saw

[marylandlifecoaching]

Come Out

I was driving into work today. It was raining and I had my smooth jazz playing. My commute will last an hour. So as I often do, I go into a Zen-like state to gain knowledge. Today, I kept hearing the words "come out." I heard it over and over again, and immediately I started to envision the hundreds of clients I have worked with, that haven't come out. And when I say come out, I mean be yourself.

 First, know this. We all have a closet. And in our closets, we tuck away all things that have broken, embarrassed or hurt us. Let me be very clear about this...YOU ARE WORTHY. I know, there are times in our lives when we don't feel like we are. But there is nothing that you can do, or that has happed to you, that can separate you from our oneness. We are all worthy. And we all have done things that we are not proud of. Set them down. You are worthy. 

Coming out is a beautiful and freeing thing. If you are LGBTQ, come out. Maybe your tucked away abuse or trauma. Come out. You are worthy. When you are free of self judgement, no judgement can touch you. Working in the crisis field for my entire life, I am confident in saying that life can be a mother fucker. I have seen horrific things. But you would never know. Why? Because I clean my closet often. I don't tuck away painful experiences. I feel them. Then I deal with them. 

I promise you there are people who see you in a vastly different light than you see yourself. The problem is, many times we don't believe them. Yes, there are cruel people out there. But the flip side of that coin is pretty amazing. There are people who actually love you, and don't want a thing from you. You are worthy. You're not broken. You're not too far gone. Just open that closet door, and work on accepting you. It's a game changer. It's a life changer.

Take this moment and affirm you are worthy. Accepting your past wipes the slate clean. This is a chance to to put those bricks down. To level up. Learn a new skill. To embrace the fact that you are still here. And in today's world, that is an accomplishment. So come out. Let the world get to know the real you. Anything less, leaves you an imposter. 

[bukojuiice]

— genshin boys as your college roommates who are head over heels in love with you

ೃ ft. childe, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, and xiao x gn! reader

ೃ 400-600 words per character!  ♡

ೃ warnings: mention of alcohol drinking ( but aside from that, just lots and lots of fluff!)

ೃ this is my very first writing contribution to the genshin fandom, so i hope everyone likes it!  after 5 months of playing genshin, i think it’s safe to say my brainrot for it has finally consumed me and i’m confident enough to brew something up! <3

ೃ genshin impact masterlist 

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CHILDE:

– You and Childe are the perfect embodiment of the best friends to roommates trope. Whenever you wanna sleep in for 5 minutes more and you’re about to run late for your first class, Childe never fails to slowly drag you out of your bed, laughing as he does so. “Wake up sunshine!” is the first thing you always hear in the morning and you don’t complain if you get to hear his smexy voice anyway. He is a confident flirt and is not afraid to show you how much he cares or how much he pines over you. 

–  He’s always always there to save the day. There was a time when your classmates stood you up on the group project you were making, and guess who comes up to you with glitter, glue, and colored paper? Childe, of course! He stayed up until the wee hours of the night with you just so he can help you finish it. He even promises to set things in a “very civil way” with your absolute jerk groupmates the very next day. You practically hang out with him 24/7 as most of the time he just barges in your shared apartment with some amusement park tickets on hand or to some expensive yoga or judo class. There’s never a dull moment with him and with each passing day, the more you fall harder for him.

–  After a morning jog with him and seeing cute little dogs frolicking around with their married owners, Childe suddenly had the urge to adopt a dog with you.  But, due to a no pets rules established by the landlord, the two of you opt to owning hamsters instead! Childe named his hamster, narwhal (after his favorite animal of course!) whereas you named yours bunny, to match his irrelevant pet name picking. your hamsters both share the same house/cage and even they are pining over each other.

  –  His siblings visit a lot, especially Teucer. At this point, there was never a day the little boy didn’t ask when are you and Childe going to finally become “playground playmates” (a term for lovers that they use in second grade apparently) since the two of you are living with each other and seem so close. Childe is always able to successfully change the topic and shift away from talking about the shared feelings that the both of you have for each other. But, alas, the day had finally came to be and during your monthly trip to the amusement park, Childe confidently confesses to you on top of the ferris wheel.

“So... everyone in my life knows that you’re my best friend. Yea, that’s pretty cool and all but... Can we be more than just that (Y/N)? Is there hope if I think there could be something between us?”

DILUC:

– Diluc is your posh and rich roommate who sounds and looks too good to be true. The fact that you’re roomies with the literal heir to the country’s biggest wine and beverage company sounds like something straight out of a fanfic. But, it was of his volition to decide to live in a penthouse near Teyvat University. It was the doings of his step-brother Kaeya who tricked him into getting a roommate so that he won’t be alone for the rest of his college years... aaand that’s where you come in. practically barged into his life, but, you were a blessing. an angel sent from the skies.

–  He’s quite cold and unapproachable at first, only greeting you whenever he sees you but never bothered to engage in small talk with you. Even if the both of you go to the same university. It wasn’t until your second month as roommates, when you accidentally had too much to drink after a friends’ night out. You come home to see him in the living room, drinking grape juice from a wine glass, and watching a rerun of Hannah Montana. You practically collapse at the front door, he rushes to you and helps you up as you drunkenly confess to him in tears how you wanted to become much closer to him especially since the  two of you are going to spend the rest of your college years together. That was when Diluc realized how distant and aloof he’s been and vows to make it up to you.

– Diluc is very talented. Albeit in very discreet way, he makes sure to make use of his talents especially if it’s an opportunity to make memories with you. He is an amazing cook as much as he tries to deny it, He’s a secret virtuoso caught in 4k when you impulsively bought a guitar one time and you asked if he knows how to play, and he does so well. He practically serenades you in the most non-obvious way possible. Lastly, He’s very athletic. You invited him to play tennis one time, betting that if he won, you would do his bidding for the rest of the week. Before you could even blink, he wins. His “punishment” for you was that you accompany him in binge-watching TV Dramas. Grey’s Anatomy and Downtown Abby are just some of the shows the two of you would watch. It is absolutely adorable seeing him so invested in these dramas. and since the next on Diluc’s list were sit-coms, you were preparing yourself to answer his questions on the context of jokes that he didn’t get. In a poor attempt to flirt with you, he calls out your name and recites in the most Joey Tribbiani voice he could muster, “How you doin?” You were laughing so so hard that night because his pick up line actually worked on you and suddenly your realizations came full circle: you were very much in love with him too.

–  His naturally cool yet shy nature had always gotten the best of him.  He’s always wanted to ask if you wanted to carpool with him to school. Riding with him in his Tesla sportscar that goes 150 Mph? Heck yeah. However, it took quite a while before he could muster up the courage to ask you (4 months of being roommates until he finally popped the question) Since then, the two of you go home to and from University whenever you had similar schedules. Ever since then, Diluc had began to soften. His cold and hard facade slowly melted. Asking if you could help tie his floofy red hair then he’d let you play with it and let you style it in different ways. He takes you out on café dates during lunch breaks and take you out to watch a movie after both of your late night lectures. Everyone in campus thinks the two of you are practically together at this point. All that was left was to bare your feelings with one another through a fumbling and awkward confession.

“Words cannot not suffice these feelings I’ve been harboring for you since the very beginning. I L-like you a lot. Do you feel the same way too?”

KAEYA:

- Everyone loves Kaeya. Your friends and family, The School Faculty, The owner of the Convenience Store from down the street, The old lady who lives next door, The little kids from down the hall, and even the angry brown poodles from the farthest apartment to your right absolutely loved him. it was hard to keep up with having a roommate that not only were you crushing so hard on, but also had such a vibrant social life. Kaeya interacts and socializes with a lot of people and he admits that it does tend to get tiring at times. But, if these sacrifices lead to coming home to his cute roommate who has captivated his heart since Day 1, then it’s all worth it.

— Despite how warm and friendly he may seem, Kaeya is a very private person. He’s brought two or three friends like Jean, Lisa, Albedo, or Rosaria. But, only to discuss school affairs. He wasn’t the kind of person who trusts others easily, even if he was giving off the impression that he was a trustworthy and reliable person himself. He’d much rather spend time with you on days off from school. He may be a party guy on the outside (he insists he does it for future connections when he graduates) but he’s quite a homebody. Kaeya is the type to watch korean dramas and anime with you, go on late night convenience store cravings, and these always resulted in a perfect evening spent with him. When the both of you are fully immersed into the anime and things get a bit cozy, you rest your head on his shoulder, huddling for warmth.

— Kaeya would always come home with a little something for you. May it be take-out food, A trinket, a board game, an accessory, and even skincare products. The indigo-haired man is very particular about self-care and you bet that he’s bought different kinds of face masks, ointments, and even matching cute headbands just for the two of you! He’s very flamboyant and flirts with you a lot. Trying to impress you with pick up lines and suggestive jokes, but you always thought that he was just joking around because that was always a part of his personality. It was always a part of him. For Kaeya on the other hand, it seems to him that you don’t take him seriously and it's possible that you don’t return his feelings at all. He had to set things straight and it didn’t take long until Kaeya found the perfect opportunity to do so.

— With the help of practically everyone in the apartment, Kaeya is about to surprise you with a candle-lit dinner up on the apartment rooftop. His sly smooth-talking quickly convinced you that the both of you were just going to go out on your nightly convenience store trips. Your curiosity grows when he takes you by the hand, covering you with a blindfold, and whispering to your ear, “Do you trust me?” Gripping onto his hand tightly, the both of you go up some stairs and you reply, “Yes Kaeya, I do.” He slowly uncovers the shield from your eyes and your eyes sparkle at the sight of the candle-lit dinner, complete with jazz music, and a romantic view of the city.

“(Y/N)... You are the most precious person to me. I hope you can take me seriously, especially my feelings. I am saying this with my heart in my hand and with nothing but genuine love in my soul.”

ZHONGLI:

— Zhongli is truly husband material. You’re saying this as his friend, as his roommate, and as someone who’s absolutely smitten over him. He’s a third year environmental archaeology student at Teyvat University. Gentle, kind, and has nothing but wise and intelligent things to say. your lovestruck self can’t help but just admire him from afar, not knowing that he too has been entranced by you ever since you moved in.

—He's always the first to wake up in the morning. The first thing he does is make you a cup of coffee. He's got your favorite memorized, (Coffee with cream. Not to sweet and not too bitter.) The both of you own matching mugs, (written in colored scribbled letters, “The Wise Roommate” for Zhongli and “The Cute Roommate” for you.) He always wants to spend his free mornings with you. Both of you have different schedules so you never see each other at Campus and this was the only blissful time of the day you can spend with one another. Once you get home for dinner, (Zhongli is always the first to get home if he doesn’t stay too long at the library or strolling around the city) If it’s your turn to cook or if it’s his, he never forgets to brew you oolong tea after dinner. A perfect chance for the two of you to just talk the night away and engage in deep and meaningful conversations.

—Zhongli fell in love with you because you just quietly listen to him. Sometimes, you would share your thoughts and insights, even sharing your own personal knowledge that Zhongli had not known prior. You were one of the very few people in his life whom he could talk about absolutely anything with. Well, who wouldn’t listen to a handsome man who has a voice as smooth as butter? He is very passionate about his studies. Taking a lot of extra courses and spending a lot of money on his research. and so, most of the time, he spends all of his Mora on his extra studies (excluding the money he needs to pay for rent) and other interesting antiques. You understood why though. So, instead, you ask him to accompany you to do mundane chores. Going grocery shopping, doing the laundry and cleaning the apartment. He always helps in any way he can. The prying eyes of people around you and the old lady fr next door boldly coming up to you to ask if you and Zhongli were a married couple. You blush profusely whereas Zhongli coolly denies the woman's claims. It hurt quite a little but who were you to complain?

— It was during one of your night strolls with Zhongli. He had invited you out after dinner under the guise of wanting to have some fresh air and find a clear spot for the fireworks from a nearby festival. Your heart was thumping loudly to a non-existent rhythm, blissfully unaware that Zhongli was feeling a burst in his chest too. He clears his throat and his shoulders straighten. Zhongli puts his hand on your shoulder and breathes deeply. His cool and gentlemanly aura still radiating off of him as always. A wonderful array of colors fill the sky as his lips began to form the words he's always wanted to say:

"Tonight is beautiful isn't it? I thought that this would be the perfect time to open my heart up to you... You are a diamond in the rough that few see the beauty of. My beloved– Will you accept my feelings?

XIAO:

—  Having a popular twitch streamer as your roommate was a one in a million chance. Especially if you’re not even an influencer or internet figure yourself. But, how did this come to be? Why have you developed a crush on Xiao aka VigilantYaksha without knowing who he was? A gamer with over 6 million followers on different social media platforms? Simple, a high-end apartment near Teyvat University had a special discount if you were willing to be roommates with someone. It’s an amazing deal, near your school, cost-efficient, and you believed the 10% chance of scoring a hot roommate as seen on reality TV and romantic comedies. It was like rolling through a Gacha Game and getting a 5 star character. As that “character” is soon to be revealed as Xiao.

— Things started off rocky at first. On your first day, he flatly welcomed you by the door, introduced himself, then quickly retreated back to his room. As soon as you locked eyes with him, he gave off a certain cold and unfriendly aura. You wanted to get to know him better. Maybe with a little love and care, he could open up to you and you could become friends! That same day, you had mistakenly thought of your room as his and you walked in on him streaming a horror game. He wasn’t spooked by the jumpscares. But instead, he was looking at you in horror because you’ve just exposed yourself to thousands of people. You wave at the camera, apologize, and left. Since then, his fans, (called the Anemo Tofus) have been shipping the two of you together. Creating fanfiction and fanart of Xiao and the mysterious roommate that accidentally walked in on him. They practically begged Xiao to at least talk a little bit about you, to which, he declined. When you surprised him with dinner (as a little treat since this was your first week with him) He sits across the table from you, his eyes gazing deep into yours, as he pops the question, in a very tsundere tone: “Would you like to appear in my streams? T-the Anemo Tofus wanna learn more about you. B-but, if you don’t want to, it’s alright! You don’t have to-” You cut him off before he could continue his doubts, “Xiao! What are you saying? I’d love to!”

  —  There was something blossoming between the two of you after that particular dinner with him. Starting with your first “roommate video” that you had thought of when you were brainstorming for video ideas. It was an Almond and Mapo Tofu mukbang whilst the two of you answered questions from fans! The viewers noticed how visibly comfortable he was around you despite his usual reserved attitude. He was cracking up a lot more sarcastic and self-deprecating jokes whilst Tofu filled both of your mouths. Outside of the confines of social media and inside the comfortable space that was your apartment, you and Xiao grew closer. Wearing matching hoodies, going on midnight snack runs, playing in arcades, and stargazing with him up on the rooftop as you contemplate about life and talk about the mysteries of the universe. There were times when you would stay up late doing school works and would accidentally fall asleep on the sofa. Xiao would come out of room because he periodically had cases of insomnia. When he sees you on the sofa, he can’t help but smile at your sleeping figure and admire your beauty. First. he brings all your clutter back to your room then slowly picks you up from the couch, into his arms, and brings you back to your room. He places a blanket on top of you and your stuffed plushies next to you so you can hug them any time. 

— On a particular night, you fell asleep on the sofa once again and begun to  have recurring nightmares. Xiao was there to witness you whimpering, muttering to yourself, and shivering to a mental image that he could not see. (He wishes he could erase all the pain that these nightmares were giving you) You subconsciously grab onto his hand, murmuring to yourself: “Xiao, please don’t go.” He whispers back, “I won’t.” Your nerves slowly relax when you feel the Yaksha squeezing himself to lie next to you on the couch. Holding onto your arm, he continues to reassure you that it was going to be okay. You grab onto him, hugging him from behind. He feels your heartbeat revert back to it’s normal pace and you return back to your peaceful slumber. “I’ll always be here for you, (Y/N). I’ll be here to protect you. Forever and always.”  Turning to you to plant a kiss on your forehead, you nestle your head on Xiao’s chest. He watches as you cling to him for love and warmth until he is slowly whisked away by his weariness, rewarded with a peaceful sleep he hasn’t felt in a while.

“And they were roommates.”

[livefromthegallows]

here it is [its long asf so get ready to read the worst lyrics of your life]

its hamtaro time muhfucker [kinda to the beat of mucka blucka by tally hall] just busted to my homie he called me a pervert! ion fuck with pedos like that one guy herbert! i watched the shogun,[cory!!] then i fuckin rolled one i yelled yippie man im feelin so skibadi he came inside me i feel like a unicorn imma transgender so i face a lotta scorn... woah.. thats fucked [cool like. interlude wth talking or sum shit. letting a sample play a lyric or just guys talkingbut nah lets have the sample] i never watched porn HUB gotta shower gotta SCRUB my enemies are shiesty and they dont wanna fight me i cried to shrek four got no money no im fuckin poor poor... poor... poor.... [beats stops for a moment, then resumes but sped up? think of the beat from Not like us by kendrick lamar] playing granny not a fanny got no planny takin off her panties sayin slam me on the floor, at four, no its 3, buzzy bee, make honey, make money, buy food, act crude, get lewd, wake up, black out, fall down, clown around, draw blood, im'ma stud, hes a chud and- [loud gunshot noise to switch up the beat][slow, jazzy kinda feel? like the smooth jazz oddwin thing] skibidi dop.... yes yes... used to be a girl, i wont wear a dress.... forgot my phone, i'm all alone, loud sounds fill up my ears,,,, ["damn bro this part suckkkkssss get to a good part" "boooo bring back the kendrick beat!!" overlapping hecklers until beat switch up :P] [RAGE BEATTTTT] RAH RAH RAH BEST MUSIC GENRE, IMA SAY SKA ROLL UP MORE ZA LISTEN TO LADY GAGA COME HOME LATE I AINT GOT NOT DATES [the fruit!} GLIZZY GA GA RAH RAH RAH!!! [then beat fades out cuz songs done]

yall wanna see the rap im working on

[maracujatangerine]

13. Lost Property

CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump, abuse mention

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Sitting in the back of the taxi, Lydia had to consciously force herself not to fiddle with the leather loop of the leash around her wrist. She was still uncomfortable with having Cory on a leash - with this unfamiliar young man and no trust between them to mitigate the hash symbol of ownership, it was even worse.

She glanced surreptitiously at Colton, sitting next to her. He was dressed in one of Cory’s blue t-shirts. As Col was much taller, all long-sleeved jumpers and all trousers had been too short, but at least t-shirts and underwear worked out.

The pet was looking out the window at the foreign city passing them by. Even if she couldn’t see his face, his fear was palpable in the stiff way he held himself. They had both had a shower, and Col’s dark-blonde hair curled still damp and slightly tangled around his neck. Lydia got a sudden impulse to reach out and smooth it down, but halted herself. She was sure that he would not have resisted whatever she wanted to do to him, but just because Coriander was calmed by being touched, there was no telling that the same would be true for Colton. It might just unnerve him more.

“Have you ever been abroad before?” She asked, making sure to keep her tone light and friendly. He looked at her, actually meeting her eyes. Green, Lydia thought to herself, his eyes are green. He shook his head.

“No, Ma’am. Not… not that I can remember.”

“Well, this wasn’t exactly planned, but we should make sure that you have a good time, then.”

He bobbed his head, without meeting her eyes. Lydia felt a bubble of frustration rising inside of her. She knew that a good time could mean all manner of horrors for a pet, but how else could she phrase it?

She was realising how much easier it was to communicate with Cory, if only because she could be herself. She and him had reached the point that she could relax, just a little, and trust their relationship enough to not always say the right thing. With Col, she knew he’d be analysing her every word, and her silence too. She couldn’t win. She knew he had it far worse, but it wasn’t going to be easy for either of them.

“I wonder if your - if Linden has ever visited? If not, you could tell him about it. I’m sure he’d like to hear.”

Thankfully, Col seemed to like this thought. His shoulders loosened a bit as he replied, “Yes, Ma’am, that’s a good idea.”

Well, she’d learned that Linden did let him speak sometimes. And appreciated what his pet had to say. She turned to look at the passing skyline again, the leash still weighing on her wrist.

*

People in suits and cocktail dresses were mingling around, drinks in hands. Jazz music formed a backdrop to the hum of conversation. The sunset view from the top floor of the hotel was stunning.

“Oh, he’s not mine. I’m just looking after him for a couple of days.”

There was relief in the other woman’s voice. “I see. I really didn’t think that you would be one of those who got a human pet.”

“Well, actually…” There was a moment of embarrassed silence. A quick, careful glance upwards confirmed that Lydia’s cheeks were blushing red. Colton quickly looked down again, hunching his shoulders. “I do have a pet.” She admitted in a low voice. “But… It is not like that… I’m trying to help him get better.”

Get better. It was only because this woman didn’t really own him that Col allowed himself to acknowledge the hint of bitterness in the thought. She had said it as if there was something special about it, but Colton knew only too well what it meant. The pain and the hunger and the scars and… and the things that might happen behind closed bedroom doors. That was everything that all pet owners wanted - for their pets to get better. And no matter how hard the pets themselves tried, they could never get good enough.

Cory was obviously far better than Col, though. And still this woman wasn’t satisfied.

*

The lady she was speaking to just smiled, in a thin, almost patronising way. “That’s admirable of you.”

Lydia watched the woman as she turned and sauntered away. So condescending, and for what? If she cared so much for pets, she might have at least looked in Col’s direction.

Checking her phone, she immediately went to her last message to Indira, hoping to see a response.

Just seeing her friend’s name lit up the screen made Lydia weak in the knees with relief. The text confirmed what Lydia had guessed on her own. Colton’s scars were proof of repeated, severe injuries, worse than those Cory wore. And the scars were old. Had Linden become satisfied with Col’s broken state and stopped training his slave? Or was he, perhaps, still a kinder owner than others Col had known? Indira’s last sentence said. “If you say the word, I’ll go pick him up right away.”

Lydia took a breath. She had known that Indira would offer, but it still felt good to see it confirmed. It was a safety line for Coriander.

“You are the best!” She wrote. “If needed, I’ll let you know.

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[i-luv-sweets]

|Lurking Eyes| Yandere Spy x Reader Part 2

Working at a run down bar isn’t the best place to earn money. Especially with the drunkards and black market trades gone wrong. Getting into bar fights is basically common now. These fights worrying your dearest. However it puts a roof over your head, that and Opal’s ‘friends’ helping to pay the bills. Putting away the shot glasses your boss pulled you away for a moment. “Y/N you will be shifted to another work area.” He spoke looking at his phone. Raising a brow to him you crossed your arms and leaned against the wall. “What place? I thought you only owned one bar.” 

Clearing his throat he started skimming whatever was in his phone. “I actually have a friend that needs more staff. So they asked if one of my workers could transfer to their bar.” He explained putting away his phone and looking at you. “your pay might be higher, they’re still thinking about the details. But you’ll be starting in two days.” The mention of higher pay was all you needed to know. One moment you were in a run down bar, the next you were walking down the streets to check out your new workplace. In was in the high end part of town. Staring at the address on your phone you kept an eye out for the place. It wasn’t long until you caught sights of it. It was a dark building with purple and white neon lights. Walking into the place you took in the new environment. Smooth jazz played in the background as guest drank and talked joyously. Black marble flooring was seen with a large round bar. The seating area almost full with guests. There was a glowing aquarium wrapped around the building it was stretched till the top of the building as well. Full of colorful fish and exotic aquatic animals. You hummed in approval at the new workplace. If only you could take him here as well. There were also guards around the place, so it would definitely be safer than your old place. Turning heel you went to leave the building, pleased with the environment. “We meet again chère.” A person grasped your hand when you started to leave, twirling you around to meet their face. Lawrence leaned down to kiss your hand before looking up into your eyes with a smirk. “Nice to meet you again sir.” “Zhe pleasure is all mine. I was very rude before not saying my name. When I saw ‘ou I planned to correct my mistake. You may call me Lawrence.” He spoke letting go of your hand and standing tall once more. Shaking your head you giggled with a small smile. “Then I hope you forgive me for my mistake as well. You may call me Y/N.” He nodded and fixed the cuff of his suit. “If it is not too much to ask why are ‘ou here?” He questioned with a tilt of his head. “I got assigned a job here. Just came to check the place out before I started.” A hum was heard from the man before a smile tugged at his lips. “I assume you were to leave? Why not have a drink with me? My treat.” You waved him off with your hand gently. “No need, I don’t want to inconvenience you.” A huff escaped the man before he playfully rolled his eyes and took your hand leading you to a bar stool. “I insist. I wouldn’t ask if I couldn’t afford it. Did ‘ou assume I couldn’t?”  Taking note of his smirk you couldn’t help but giggle. “Is this one of your attempts to tease me again?” He rested his head against the palm of his hand. “I’m not sure. did it work?” Laughing you shook your head, him sharing laughter shortly after. Lawrence ordered the both of your drinks before continuing the conversation. “If ‘ou work here I presume zhat I will see ‘ou more?” He inquired from you while taking a sip from his glass. “If you come here often, then yes. You probably will.” You spoke taking a sip of your own drink. “Then I will be sure to visit often.” Visit often he did from that day forward. Whenever you were on your shift he was there at the bar waiting for you. Engaging in any conversation he could with you. Telling stories from his life and you doing the same. There were times where he would be doing business work in the back with others. However he would always glance at you, giving a warm smile whenever you two caught each others eyes. Constantly asking himself if it was him or the wine making him have warmth. His business meet ups were usually very calm and you were thankful that it wasn’t like your old bar. Bang! Smash! Unfortunately that wasn’t the case today. A crash was heard to your right of the bar. You ducked down from the impact. One of the guests had thrown a decorative vase at your way in a flash of rage. The shards breaking against the bar. Knocking over a few bottles of liquor on top of you. A shriek of shock escaped you before security rushed in and grabbed the man, dragging him out of the building. Dashed footsteps advanced towards you before they peeked over the bar. With you bent down and covering your head. “Are ‘ou ok Y/N?” He asked helping you up. A few broken glass shards made it onto your clothes along with the toppled liquor that drenched you.  “Yeah i’m fine Lawrence. I appreciate the concern but i’ve been in a few of these before. No big deal.” You laughed it off with a smile. Only for you to be met with the troubled eyes of your friend. With a soft smile you rubbed the back of your head. ‘I’m fine really! I’ve been through worse.” The frenchman seemed taken back by that sentence but nodded and kept composure. “Let me take ‘ou away from here.” He spoke helping you brush off the remaining glass shards and leading you out of the building. He entered his car and you followed suit. It was very expensive as expected. It made you feel guilty for ruining it with the liquor that spilled on you. “Do ‘ou have an address for me to drive to?” He asked starting up the vehicle. Giving him a hum you took out your phone. Sighing in disappointment as it was cracked from one of the bottles that fell on you. It was a gift from when he departed for work. Despite your emotions you told him your home address and messaged Opal what had happened. Putting away your phone you noticed him looking away the last second and grumbling something before driving out of the parking lot and towards your home. Stopping in front of your home you unbuckled your seatbelt and exited the car with him following. “Thank you for taking me home Lawrence.” You spoke advancing towards the door. “It is no problem chère.” “I assume i’ll see you tomorrow again?” Some silence was what you received in return. Studying the man he seemed in a deep thought. “Lawrence?” You asked knocking him out of his trace like state. “Oh well ‘ou could if ‘ou accept my invite.” Curiously you tilted your head and removed your hand from the door wanting an explanation. He took out a black letter with a red rose wax seal. “I am having another party and am in need for a bartender. If it is not much trouble will you come?” He asked reaching his arm out for you to take the invitation. Taking the letter in your hand you smiled and nodded. “I’ll tell my boss.” A smile reached the frenchman’s face. A new heat growing in his chest before coughing into his fist and nodding. “i will see ‘ou zhere zhen.” You entered your home as he turned heel and took out his phone in agitation after getting into his car. Pulling out one contact ID he rang the person with an impatient tap of his foot. “How annoying you are you imbecile.” He spoke with malice. Upon entering the house Opal was very concerned about you. Circling you like a worried mother and checking for any injury.  “Nothing too bad right? Oh, you got glass on you still. Go change!” She said ushering you upstairs. Fixing yourself up you sighed in discontent upon staring at your phone once more. It won’t be a big deal, you could fix it.

[alcinadimitrescuwu]

The Portrait (An Alcina x Maiden Fanfic)

You walk into the Atelier and find yourself once again gazing at the portrait of the Lady of the Castle, Lady Dimitrescu. She must have commissioned the portrait when she was younger because she looked like she was in her mid-20’s. She stands in an ivory-colored dress with a full skirt, holding a glass of wine. Her face is clear of her laugh lines, under-eye circles, and wrinkles but she is still as elegant and beautiful as ever. You move closer to get a better look and suddenly wonder who might have painted this portrait. Were they close to Lady Dimitrescu?

“Do you like it?”

You whirl around swiftly and find yourself face to face with Alcina Dimitrescu. The corner of her mouth quirks up in an amused grin, making her laugh lines indent into her cheekbones. Her golden eyes are glittering with mischief.

“Well?” she prompts.

You come back to yourself. “I-It’s lovely, my Lady,” you stammer. “Did you commission someone to make it for you?”

Alcina lets out a laugh like tinkling bells. “Why, yes. In fact you could say that the two of us were rather close.” She steps closer to you and the portrait, a knowing smirk on her face. “It was actually me that painted that portrait.”

“You?” you blurt out suddenly. Then you realize how rude you must sound. "Forgive me, my Lady,” you say, ducking your head in apology. “I meant no disrespect. I just didn’t know you were the artistic type.”

“Oh, I’ve dabbled in a lot of different art forms in my life, pet,” she says, and you see her eyes mist over as she reminisces. “I was classically trained in opera, I’ve painted landscapes and portraits, written poetry...I even was a jazz singer for a time. I made that portrait when I was 25. I was a very different woman than the one you see now.” She smiles self-deprecatingly. “Well, aside from the obvious, anyway.”

“It’s exquisite,” you breathe as you lean your head to get a better look at the portrait. You think of something and turn to her. “Do you still paint, my Lady?”

“Lately I’ve taken to sketching. And now that you know my secret,” she says, giving you a conspiratorial wink. “Perhaps I might come in here and do my sketching while you clean.”

You suddenly remember the actual purpose of why you came to this room in the first place. “Right! I need to polish the bells! I’ll just get started on that, then!”

You hear her chuckle low in her throat as you scramble up the ladder, taking out your polish. You look over back at her and she has sat down on the sofa, slipping a pair of pearl chain half-moon spectacles over her nose. She takes out her pens and charcoal, flips to a new page in her sketchbook and bends her dark head down to work.

Soon you and Alcina have a little arrangement going where every time you enter the Atelier to work on your tasks, you know you will soon see Alcina ducking her head under the lintel to work on her sketching. While you are on the ladder, you sneak glances at her every so often. Her lashes kiss the tips of her cheekbones and her brow is furrowed in concentration. Sometimes you will look from her to the portrait and you conclude that if possible, her aging has made her even more beautiful.

You feel a hand on your back and jump making the ladder wobble slightly. The hand braces you against the ladder so you don’t fall and you hear a soft chuckle behind you. “I’m sorry, dear. I suppose I should have announced my presence beforehand. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s not a problem,” you say and you feel color flood your cheeks as you see you are truly face to face with Alcina Dimitrescu. Her face is merely inches from yours. Her golden eyes catch the light from the chandelier and up close you see they are not just golden but with hints of silver around the iris.

“There’s this spot around the gears that doesn’t get enough attention that I’d like to show you,” Alcina hands hover around your waist. “May I?”

You nod your consent and she gently moves you on the ladder until you’re on the other side. She bends down and whispers in your ear. “Just between the cog and the gear. Do you see it?” The smell of her perfume is intoxicating. You nod that you understand and she smiles. “Good! I know you always do a thorough job and I wanted to bring that to your attention.” With that she settles back down and resumes her sketching.

This goes on for a while, you working while Alcina is sketching. Occasionally she will take a break and stand nearby observing you as you work. You find it difficult to concentrate when she is around but she eventually smiles to herself saying, “Yes. Very good,” before returning to her seat. A couple times you are not certain but you think you might have seen a flush creep up her cheekbones before she resumes her sketching.

A couple of weeks of this go by and you notice Alcina is not satisfied with the progress of her drawing. You see that she is erasing more often and often starts from a completely new page in her sketchbook. “No, no, this isn’t right!” you hear her say aloud one day. You chance a look at her as you are on the ladder polishing the candlesticks. She is furiously scribbling on the sketchpad and when a loose lock of her ebony hair falls into her eyes, she pushes it impatiently away. You try to lean down further to get a better look. You’ve seen how talented she is, surely the sketch couldn’t be that bad…

Suddenly you feel the ladder twist from under you as you lose your balance. Your arms pinwheel helplessly in the air as you try to regain your footing but to no avail. You shut your eyes tight as you fall, hoping at the most you’ll just sprain an ankle.

Instead of the hard floor, you fall into something soft. You open your eyes and jolt back as you see Alcina’s aureate eyes staring back into yours. She chuckles. “It appears I cannot do much but startle you these days it seems.” She looks at you with a concerned expression. “Are you all right, dear?”

“Yes, my Lady, I’m fine,” you mumble. You blush scarlet as you are very aware that her gloved hand is on your upper thigh, your skirt riding up in her haste to catch you. She becomes aware of this too and smoothes your skirt down, murmuring an apology, but not before you catch the blush in her cheeks.

She turns her head quickly away to hide it, her hat covering her profile. “Would you like to take a moment and rest, dear? You’ve been working so hard, you deserve a break.”

You nod soundlessly and she takes you over to the sofa where she has been doing her sketching. She closes her sketchbook with a snap before you can get a good look at it.

A maid arrives with Alcina’s afternoon tea. “Set out an extra cup for Y/N, if you please,” she commands the parlor maid. The maid nods and pours you both cups of steaming apple cinnamon tea, perfect for a cold winter’s day.

When the maid bows and leaves, you turn to Lady Dimitrescu. You clear your throat. “Um, my Lady?”

She smiles at you over her teacup. “Yes, pet?”

You can’t help it. You’re positively burning with curiosity at this point. “What have you been drawing?” you ask before you can stop yourself.

Alcina’s cheekbones flood with color. “Oh, it’s nothing special really,” she says hurriedly. “Just some scribbles.”

You can hardly believe it. Was Lady Dimitrescu, usually so full of pride and grace, embarrassed? You see a scrap of paper on the ground near the sofa and pick it up. Alcina tries to stop you but you’ve already turned it over in your hands. You let out a little gasp of surprise as you see what Alcina has been drawing all this time.

There on the paper is a charcoal drawing of you polishing the bells. In the corner of the page is a closeup of you, your face shining in the chandelier light.

You look back at her, your mouth open in shock. When you finally gain the ability to form words, you ask, “Is this what you’ve been working on all this time, my Lady?” you ask quietly, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Alcina nods and opens her sketchbook to show even more pages of you. You staring at her portrait, you reaching up on your toes on the ladder to dust off a high shelf, you pouring her tea. There are pages upon pages of your likeness.

Alcina turns her head to face you. “I must confess that I had been in need of a new muse for my art,” she says. “When I saw you gazing at my portrait, something stirred within me. There is something about you that draws me to you.” She takes your chin gently in her gloved hand.

“Your hair,” she says, and she takes off your cap and settles your unbound hair about your shoulders. “Even pinned under your cap, it cannot conceal its beauty.” She takes your hand in hers. “Your skin,” she murmurs, pressing her lips to the back of your hand, making you feel a pleasant shiver go down your arm. “How it shines under the lamplight. Your eyes.” She is moving ever closer. “The way I could get lost in those fathomless depths. And your lips…”

Her face is so close to yours now, her lips parted. “What about my lips?” you whisper, scarcely daring to breathe.

You are not quite sure who closes the distance between you first, but you are suddenly in Alcina’s arms and you are kissing her fiercely, your hands weaving their way through her ebony locks. Her hands settle themselves around your waist as her tongue gently parts your lips. You lay back on the sofa and bring her head gently down with you. She braces one hand on the side of the couch while the other gently holds the back of your head.

The sound of the clock chiming startles you, making you break apart suddenly. Alcina lets out a girlish giggle. “We simply have to do something about those nerves of yours, draga mea,” she purrs. You smile and lift your head up to receive her kiss again.

[kiridarling]

𝐒.𝐓. 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍’𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄.

(ft. ceo!shouto, secretary!reader, lowk sugar daddy!shouto, sir kink, riding, squirting, f!reader)

— 1.4k words, minors dni!

You don’t understand why Mr. Todoroki insists on buying you things.

Thanks to his pay raise, you’ve got too much cash to spend on yourself already. You’ve upgraded your apartment, bought a new car, and now you shop at Whole Foods.

But this? This seems like a bit much.

“Mr. Todoroki, I really don’t ne—“

“And you expect me to allow you to walk home by yourself at this time of night?” He raises a cool eyebrow, his pale skin in stark contrast to the red velvet of the limousine. Adjusting the cuff of his black suit jacket, he drawls, “Please, I insist.”

You sigh, and yet you step into the limo anyway.

You feel out of place with the fancy wine glasses, smooth jazz, glossy white exoskeleton and pink interior lighting. The partition is rolled high and you can’t escape the feeling that this is...private.

“Your address, Ms. Y/N?”

“Oh, right um,” you hate to say you were too enamoured by all the glitter and glam that it takes you a second to come back down to earth to provide him with the proper info. Mr. Todoroki raps against the partition with a fingernail, mumbling what you assume to be your address to the driver before it raises and you two are alone again.

“So, Ms. Y/N,” Mr. Todoroki begins. Despite all the space in the long limousine, he’s sat right next to you, shoulders brushing and all. “How was lunch?”

Right. Lunch. Today, you arrived to the office with your lunch from home in hand, to find an even better one sitting on your desk with a note that read:

Eat up, Buttercup.

— S. T.

Seriously. Is your boss trying to kill you?

But, you ate it. And it was delicious.

“It—It was good.”

And, fuck. You’re not one to stutter but thinking straight proves harder than you thought under Mr. Todoroki’s heavy gaze.

Mr. Todoroki crowds you against the door and his cologne is beyond overwhelming, flooding your senses and setting your veins alight as he slides a calloused hand up your thigh, pushing your pencil skirt out of the way as he pleases—he knows he can get away with it.

“And the outfit?”

“It uhm...fits fine.”

And Mr. Todoroki always finds the perfect size, too. Honestly, you’re impressed—half of the time you can’t find your size yourself.

Mr. Todoroki hums in satisfaction, a hand sliding to play with the lace that falls over the crest of your ass. You know he likes to see you blush—likes to see you squirm and stutter. And yet here you are, eating it up like some slutty secretary.

“Are you wearing it right now, Princess?”

Mr. Todoroki speaks like he knows, and you find your face turning a similar fiery red to the lingerie set you have on underneath your outfit.

“I am.”

Mr. Todoroki’s eyes flutter and you swear his grip around your ass tightens, but it’s gone before you blink again. A groan rolls through his chest.

“Show me, Princess.”

Your eye shifts to the limousine window—you’re on the freeway, but you haven't got an inkling to when you’ll reach your house. “Mr. Todoroki, I—“

“Shouto when we’re alone, Gorgeous.”

“Shouto, what if someone—“

“It’s dark and the windows are tinted,” Shouto cages you in with a forearm against the door, leaning over so his mouth is leveled with your ear. “You and I both know you live a little ways away from headquarters, so what’s the wait?”

You...You...

You don’t know.

You find your mouth moving before you think it through, “What do you wanna see first?”

“You know me so well, Princess,” Shouto purrs, biting his bottom lip as his eyelids sink halfway, studying you. After a pregnant silence, Shouto speaks again.

“Take off your shirt.”

You shiver.

Button by button, your fingers pull at the fabric of your shirt until the lacy red bra Shouto left on your desk is on full display.

Shouto groans at the view, head dipping down to press butterfly kisses to your breasts. The warmth of his palms feels strange through the lace but the thumb passing over your nipple has you shivering nonetheless.

“On your knees, Princess,” a pretty pink tongue emerges to wet his bottom lip. “I want to cum on those pretty tits of yours.”

Your hands are fluent and swift, from undoing his button and zipper to unbuckling his belt, and your face to face with your boss’ hard cock bobbing underneath the tip of your nose.

“Suck, Pretty.”

Grabbing the base of his cock, you lick from his balls to the tip, giggling at Shouto’s shudder.

“What, Princess? It’s not my fault your mouth is sinful.”

To prove his point—and to prove who’s in charge—Shouto bucks down your throat. It makes you choke and splutter, but you push through the spasms in your throat anyway, pulling a fairly juvenile broken moan from the billionaire’s mouth.

“Such a dedicated little girl,” Shouto groans, gently threading his hands through your hair to grab you tight by the roots. “I bet you're soaking wet in between those legs, aren’t you?”

You whimper, subtly rubbing your thighs together—you wouldn’t be surprised if you left a wet spot on the floor. Your cheeks burn from the humiliating thought.

“Up.”

You pull your mouth off of him, a little confused.

“Change of plans, Princess,” Shouto pants, lifting you by the waist and sitting you in his lap. After pulling the tight black pencil skirt above your ass, Shouto bites his lip at the sight of you.

“So gorgeous,” he moans, trailing a finger up your slit. “And so wet—did I do all this, Princess?”

You slap him on the shoulder in mild embarrassment, cheeks and neck burning. Grinding your hips in his lap, you roll your eyes. “Shouto, just fuck m—“

He grabs you roughly by the jaw, chuckling at the way your pretty little eyes burst into the size of saucers, “I believe I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” you whimper, caught off guard. Shouto’s grip tightens.

“Yes what?”

“Y-Yes Sir.”

Shouto bites his lip at the pet name, using the grip he has on your jaw to shake your head back and forth as he coos, “Good girl.”

Peeling your panties to the side, the big hands on your waist guide you onto his cock. The slide is smoother than it should be, and Shouto’s buried to the hilt fairly quickly.

“Grind on me, Princess,” Shouto bucks his hips to spur you on, and you’re moving the moment you pull his dress shirt into a tight little fist. Shouto’s always been big, but inside you? It can get a little hard to breath.

Shouto’s thumb ghosts your clit and it has you shivering, drunk off his slow in sensual pace.

“Hmm, you’re drooling Pri—fuck!”

There’s a bump in the road and it sends your pupils flying into the back of your skull, and the broken moan that tumbles out of Shouto’s mouth makes you want to hear more.

Bracing your knees against the plush limousine cushion, you maintain the momentum and drop yourself onto his cock so rapidly you're sure the driver can hear the slap of skin through the partition. Shouto’s eyes widen before his eyelids drop halfway, mesmerized by the slow but hard movements of your hips.

“Shit—c-careful, Princess,” Shouto puts his hands around your waist in an attempt to gain control of the speed, but you quickly swat his hands away.

“I wanna,” you pant, whimpering as he hits your cervix when the limo jolts again. “I wanna make you feel good. A-As ‘sa thank you.”

“Awe baby,” Shouto coos, applying more pressure to your clit. You squeak, readjusting your grip on his shoulders, “For the outfit I gave you? When I saw it in the store I knew it’d look gorgeous—and look at you, so fucking delicious.”

To reinforce his comment, Shouto digs his teeth into your neck, and that’s your tipping point—eyes fluttering, your toes curl and you’re squirting in Shouto’s lap; making a mess of his cock and his (probably expensive) suit pants.

“Oh shit—“ Shouto lets out a guttural moan and he’s filling you up, hips stuttering and eyelids flickering. His chest rises and collapses with an airy moan.

“Fuck, Princess,” Shouto chuckles breathily, resting his head against the limousine seat. His face is pretty and flushed red, hair stiff with sweat and dress shirt a wrinkled mess.

The limousine rolls to a stop and it has you glancing out the window—but you’re sure your apartment doesn’t come with white pillars and a gate...

“Care for a quick detour, Princess?”

ceo!shouto has me 😳

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— sun