#it likes sandalwood aww

[lazynoodlepuff]

Wow the Vake is very polite. Thank you for letting me know you are trying to kill me as you fly at me screaming psychically your stream of consciousness

[maya1525]

After-School Activities

18+ MDNI

Pairing✩࿐Fem!Reader X Satoru Gojo, Toge Inumaki, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuuta Okkotsu

WARNINGS✩࿐unprotected group sex in the classroom, Male Teacher x Female Student, overstimulation, teasing, praise, size difference, Fem! Receiving oral, anal, vaginal sex, cream pie, choking, tit-fucking, multiple Fem!Reader orgasms

BONUS✩࿐Reader gets fucked in a skirt

Word count✩࿐7.1K

Summary✩࿐This is part 2 to my jjk series (reading part 1 isn’t necessary plus it’s private anyways) The school changed the living situation for the students and they have to live in shared apartments. The reader is living with Megumi Fushiguro, Yuuta Okkotsu, and Toge Inumaki. She is being shared among those three as their girlfriend. Satoru Gojo figures out what’s going on between the four students and (for his own selfish desires) decides to give them a lesson on how to please the Fem!Reader.

A/N✩࿐I made a few minor changes to this fic, I hope you like this updated version better. Not sure where my mind went when I wrote this… I hope you enjoy it, I had fun writing from multiple viewpoints.

“How long have you been standing there?” Questioned Megumi as Yuji leaned against the island casually.

“Oh, you know. Like ten minutes. I’m surprised none of you heard me come in. Yuuta was taking too long to grab his running shoes, so I came up to see what the hold-up was. Gotta say I’m impressed.” Yuji smiled, eying all of you with approval. “It was like I was watching a porno in real life!” Megumi let out an irritated groan at his friend's choice of words, while Yuuta face-palmed himself

“Shoot, I completely forgot you were waiting for us! Sorry man kinda got distracted.” Okkotsu flushed as he picked his t-shirt up off the floor. Toge pried you from Megumi’s lap and covered you up more efficiently with the blanket. Not liking the fact that Yuji eyed you with such lust. He pulled you into his arms protectively and led you upstairs to your bedrooms.

“Aww, so is that a ‘no’ then? It’s ok, I won’t tell anyone about your guys’ interesting relationship!” Called out Yuji from the kitchen, you let out a little giggle. To be honest, you never thought of Yuji in that way before. But if you were ever given the chance, would you let Yuji do you? You pushed the thought away as you shakily walked up the stairs, hanging on tight to Toge’s hand. Yuuta followed close behind with his hand on your lower back for support. Toge led you guys to his bedroom and personal bathroom. You’ve showered in his bathroom a couple of times before, typically after sleeping and having sex in his room. The smell of his sandalwood-scented candle always made you feel invited.

Inumaki got the bath ready for you, while Yuuta pulled you into him for a sweet hug, “You did so well taking all three of us for the first time.” You felt his smooth voice through his chest. He pulled away to smile down at you fondly, but then a shocked gasp left his lips. “Inumaki, look what you did to her!”

Toge brought his attention from the bath's temperature towards you, his expression changed to an excited one. He quickly got up and turned you to face the mirror. There on your face, you had his matching cursed speech markings.

This was a side effect of your cursed technique, which allows you to digest any curse user's DNA and mimic their abilities (to a lesser extent). Depending on how much DNA from someone you consume the effects of their techniques will vary.

Toge eyed you proudly and tilted your chin upward to his face. He opened your mouth to look at your tongue. He nodded as a gorgeous smile formed across his features, his viper seal was on your tongue just like his. He pulled you close to his lean porcelain-colored chest and gave you a gentle kiss.

Toge and Yuuta carefully removed the soft blanket from your naked body and led you to the nice warm bath. They took turns washing you as carefully as possible. They treated you as if you were a delicate doll. You felt so relaxed you snoozed off a bit in the bath. You groggily remember Toge carrying you to his bed afterward, and then Yuuta kissed your forehead before he left.

You woke up slightly when you felt Inumaki’s smooth hands run across your skin, as he rubbed lotion on you. Not a single part of your body was missed. His fingers ghosted over your nipples, across your stomach, and dipped down between your sensitive thighs, causing you to shiver.

“Toge, I’m cold. Cuddle me.” Your words melted his heart, he could never say no to you, especially the way your soft voice sounds extra cute when you’re sleepy. He covered you up in his dark gray comforter and pulled you into him. Snaking his arms around your waist, while resting his lips on the back of your neck.

Megumi felt guilty about how marked up your neck was from him, but secretly he couldn’t help but feel a flash of pride knowing he was the one who left them on you. He let you wear his uniform shirt to help hide the hickeys since it had a turtle neck. It was extremely baggy on you because of how petite your figure was. Your school uniform was a black button-down short-sleeve shirt paired skirt that fell midway down your thighs, along with black thigh-high socks. His turtle neck covered your face partially, but when you’d move slightly or speak, Toge’s curse speech marks would become noticeable. During class, you got a few curious glances from the girls, Satoru even flashed Toge and Megumi a proud and knowing smirk.

“And that’s it for our lesson today,” Gojo said clasping his hands together, everyone stood up and began to grab their belongings. You were about to head out of the door when Gojo spoke up once more, “Y/n you wouldn’t mind staying a little later to chat, would you?” You froze right in your tracks; Megumi, Toge, and Yuuta all shared shocked looks for a split second. “Don’t worry boys, she’s not in trouble,” Gojo smiled devilishly at their reaction.

“Uh- yeah, that's fine Sensei.” You said politely.

Once everyone else was gone and the door closed behind your boyfriends Gojo leaned back in his chair as he eyed you through his blindfold. “So, how are things going?” He said nonchalantly with the smirk on his face never faltering.

“Good.” You found yourself fiddling with the waistband of your skirt nervously.

“And your living situation? It looks like those three are treating you well.” His smooth voice rang out.

“Yes, they’re all very nice to me,” You sighed warmly.

Gojo let out a hearty chuckle, “Oh, no need to be so mousy.” He stood up from his chair and placed both of his hands on his desk, leaning towards you in a dominating manner, “Like I said you’re not in trouble... Do you have any idea why I asked to speak to you?”

“No-” You said shortly, but then changed your mind “Well, is it because of my... appearance?”

Satoru snickered once more, “Right on the nose!” He praised, “My first question is-“ He lifted his index finger to represent the number one, but then he hooked the Megumi’s collar at your neck. He pulled down the fabric to expose your neck covered in possessive love bites. Now Toge’s cursed speech marks on your cheeks were visible as well. You gasped in shock.

“Did Megumi leave those on you? Hmm?” You were appalled, he then gently gripped your jaw and tilted your head side to side as he inspected further. His presence was so overwhelming, that you felt too nervous to speak. A familiar feeling in your stomach began to stir up, arousal.

“Aww, cat got your tongue?” Gojo cooed with fake pity. “That’s ok, you don’t have to answer me. It’s written all over your pretty face. But please answer this next question; Toge emptied himself in your mouth, didn’t he?” His dirty words caused you to shudder.

You were beyond flustered, “Yes, he did.” You said defeatedly, and Gojo’s smug look increased.

“I’m guessing Yuuta’s involved too?” Satoru hummed as you felt a faint blush creep across your cheeks. You nodded shyly. With his grip still on your jaw he placed his middle and index fingers against your lips - they looked so kissable to him.

“Are you able to use your cursed technique through saliva? I’m curious to see how long it can last through a kiss-“ he cupped your face firmly and brought his hot lips to yours. His tongue snaked its way into your mouth for a split second. You were too shocked to move or believe that this was happening!

Your phone in your skirt went off, someone was calling you! You tried grabbing it but Satoru beat you to it. Your phone screen had said that Yuuta was calling, he slid to answer with his thumb as he kept his fingers on your lips.

“Hello?” He hummed smugly, bringing your phone close to his face and putting it on speaker for you to hear.

“Oh, uh- hey Gojo, I’m guessing that you and Y/n are still talking then?” Yuuta said in a confused tone.

“Yeah, we’re still talking,” Gojo said smoothly, with a wicked smirk. If he wasn’t wearing his blindfold he would’ve winked at you.

“Um, well are you guys almost done? Just wondering, since I’m outside waiting for her.” Yuuta explained.

“We’re just finishing up, don’t worry.” Gojo paused, “Are Megumi and Toge waiting out there as well?”

Yuuta went silent briefly, “Yeah, we are.”

“Perfect! Why don’t you three come back inside? There’s something important I need to teach you guys.”

Gojo had you shirtless in seconds, the younger men were baffled at how effectively he undressed you down to nothing but your school uniform skirt. Your bra was particularly flung off by the flick of his fingers. They watched captivated as the experienced man stripped you. It was as if he was a skilled magician showing off an elaborate trick right before their eyes. He’s clearly done this countless times before.

All of their mouths water for you. The energy in the room shifted immensely. You could feel their longing eyes staring you down as if you were a delectable meal.

You felt so vulnerable sitting on Gojo’s desk with nothing on but your skirt on. He had you bring your feet onto the edge of its hardwood surface, and he gently guided your torso back with his large suave hands. He had you leaning on your elbows. “I’m having her in this position, so you can all see clearly what I’m about to do.” Explained Gojo in a matter-of-fact tone, he had all three of them sit at desks up close to his. “Make sure you pay attention to her reactions and her facial expressions.“

Satoru stood behind you so he was facing his students, he placed both of his warm hands on your shoulders. He massaged them lightly, “no need to be so nervous,” He whispered down into your left ear, “Relax...”

You tried your best to ease your nerves, but you couldn’t help but feel anxious. Gojo’s magical hands made you melt to his touch within seconds. ”Good girl.” He uttered under his breath, his seductive scent filled your senses with how close he had gotten to you.

His hands then slid across your collar bones and then he ghosted them down to your perky breasts. Groping them gently from behind, you held back a quiet moan as he teased your nipples delicately.

“Don’t hide your cute sounds darling, let them hear you enjoy this.” Satoru purred.

He then gave your breasts a rough squeeze causing you to tense up in pain, “Did you guys just see that? She doesn’t like it when I’m rough with her tits, be gentle with them from now on.” He then caressed your breasts again but this time much gentler.

Gojo moved his torso closer to your shoulder as if he were a snake enveloping its prey. He lowered his head down to your collarbone to give it a fluttery kiss, causing ferocious shivers to wake in its place. He grazed his lips up to your hickey-covered neck to place another kiss. “Ahh…” You sighed at the feeling.

“Her neck is extremely sensitive, Megumi you took advantage of that. Good job.” Gojo praised his pupil against the crook of your neck. He tested the waters and licked up your neck slowly, earning another sigh to escape from you. He loved how reactive you were being to his touch. Your cute little moans made a tight feeling swell in his chest (and in his pants), oh he will take his time and savor you for sure.

With his hands still lightly teasing and caressing your bouncy breasts. He brought his lips to your right ear, licking the lobe ever so fluently, causing you to arch your back instinctively. A lazy smirk made itself known on Gojo’s handsome features. No one has ever done that to your ear before and the heat from his breath alone gave you goosebumps. Right before everyone’s eyes, your nipples grew even more pebbled. Satoru delicately kissed your ear making you squirm with bliss. You felt your voice get caught in your throat at this new sensation. The neediness between your thighs increased tremendously. He hasn’t even touched you down there, but you could feel the dampness in your underwear skyrocket. As if the feeling wasn’t exquisite enough Satoru amplified your emotions tenfold by whispering in a voice too soft for anyone else to hear. “I bet you’re a soaking mess right now. You want me to take of that?”

“Okaka.” You heard Toge growl under his breath. You flashed your attention over to see Inumaki sitting at his desk with his arms crossed, his hardened gaze staring directly at his teacher.

“Don’t worry Inumaki, I’m just giving her some words of encouragement.” Gojo sighed lightheartedly. “Words are just as crucial as actions when it comes to the art of… seduction.”

Satoru placed his hot mouth back to your ear once more, initiating you to arch my back without thinking. He then removed one of his hands from your nipples and brought his index and middle finger to your lips, “suck 'em.” He ordered.

You obediently parted your lips slightly, and his long fingers pried their way into your mouth. They immediately went down your throat, your breath remained calm as you gently sucked them with ease. Your gag reflex has improved tremendously, compared to the first time you deep-throated. It was with Yuuta’s dick. He was so sweet and patient when you got used to the feeling.

“It’s ok, you don’t have to suffocate yourself.” Yuuta gasped out as you choked on him, his fists tightened around the sheets as he tried to calm down at the new wonderful sensation he was experiencing. You were curious to see how far he could go down your throat, so you forced yourself deeper onto him. You felt happy to give him so much pleasure with your saturated mouth. A few tears escaped from your eyes, and then shortly after your nose began to run. Regardless, you loved the way Yuuta’s sweet dark eyes rolled to the back of his head and how his black hair fell messily in front of his face. “You feel so good…” he struggled to say while you slurped his rod.

Remembering that now while you sucked on Gojo’s fingers, caused your panties to dampen even more. You flickered your eyes over to your boyfriends. Making eye contact with Toge first; you could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted you. Megumi had a similar look on his face but was still curious to see what else Satoru planned on doing to you. While Yuuta had such a needy look on his face, he was turned on and fought the urge to run up to the desk and snatch you from his teacher's grasp.

Gojo’s words brought your attention back to him, “I’m impressed that they were able to corrupt an innocent beauty into such a little slut.” You naturally sucked on his fingers a little harder when he called you a slut. You’ve never been degraded before, but when he said that you felt even more turned on. Gojo chuckled, “Oh? Do you like being called a slut?” His voice sounded deeper than usual.

Satoru then moved to your other ear to tease you with his viper-like tongue. You pictured his tongue down between your legs and you couldn’t help but whine onto his fingers. Gojo was drunk with power at the moment, he got off to the thought of doing you right here and now in front of your boyfriends. His cocky smile not leaving his face throughout the whole ordeal.

He reluctantly removed his fingers from your mouth and got up from behind you. He kneeled at the front of the desk but still made sure everyone could see what he was doing. You felt his large hand sweetly touch your ankle. Then he ghosted his fingers up your shin and to your thigh, lifting your skirt to expose your drenched underwear.

“Aww you gotta little excited, didn’t you?” He announced, you felt so lewd when everyone’s lust-filled eyes stared directly at your wet panties.

To your disappointment Gojo didn’t even touch your underwear, you felt him place a hand on the inside of each of your plump thighs. He gave them a gentle squeeze causing you to gasp with delight.

“Yep, my suspicions are correct. Not only does your girl have an extra sensitive neck but her thighs are just as bad.” The way Satoru talked about you, reminded you of the way expert mechanics talk about cars. “Please tell me that at least one of you knew that?” He directed his attention to your three boyfriends.

“Shake-shake,” Toge spoke up, causing Megumi and Yuuta to whirl their heads in the cursed speech user’s direction. No one except you could notice the proud glint in Inumaki’s eyes.

“Oh? Do care to elaborate.” Satoru said to you as he gently rubbed your soft skin, erecting a sigh of delight to come from your lips.

“Toge likes to give me full body massages from time to time, which most of the time leads to…” your cheeks grew hot as if you weren’t already aroused.

Your thoughts drifted to when Inumaki discovered your sweet spots on the inner parts of your legs. You were on your tummy in his bed watching TV as he massaged your naked ass. He started with your neck and shoulders and worked his way down. You enjoyed the feeling of your ass being massaged by his slick lotion-covered hands. As soon as he slid a hand down onto your thighs a loud gasp of satisfaction came from you. Toge immediately pulled his hand away with the fear that he hurt you, “Takana?” His voice rang with concern as he brought his face in front of yours.

“It’s ok! You didn’t hurt me, it felt good but also sensitive at the same time.” You blushed.

The look in his eyes got what you meant, so he situated himself back behind you to rub your thighs again. He managed to make you whimper uncontrollably with his teasing hands. His curious fingers were delicate at first, but then increased pressure- which drove you wild. Your entire body twitched as you flung over to close your legs. You were greeted with a sly smile and a playful look in his gorgeous violet-colored eyes. “Inumaki, be nice.”

His reflexes were slightly faster compared to yours and managed to get a hold of your right leg pulling you into him, dragging your back across his sheets in the process. He flung your leg over his shoulder as his lips came crashing down on yours for a heated kiss.

Megumi fought the urge to fuck you on that damn desk himself. His pants felt unbearably tight as his dick grew harder for you. How did Gojo manage to get you so turned on when he hasn’t even touched your pussy yet? The desperate way you looked at him as Gojo teased your overly sensitive thighs, made him ache for you so badly. He knew that Satoru was experienced and was helping you guys unlock new ways to get their girlfriend rilled up, but he felt impatient watching him tease you so blatantly.

You became a squirming and whiny mess because of Satoru’s hands on your soft skin. You felt your walls crumbling from the inside, as you lost your self-control. You felt too hot, too turned on, and too empty. “I-I…” I want you to fuck me, anyone to fuck me. You couldn’t muster up those dirty words, so you babbled uncontrollably.

“Hmm? What is it dear?” Gojo’s lazy smile irritated you, he knew what he was doing but chose to keep you in this desperate state.

“You’re not- ahh,“ another wave of pleasure hit you hard, his damn hands were so close to your soaking core. “You’re not doing a good job.” You managed to say between gasps.

“Oh? Be more specific hun, what am I not doing a good job at? Is there something else you want me to do?” That bastard knew what he was doing.

Toge couldn’t help but feel a little envious of the blindfolded man. Yes, he did have good tricks that he planned on teaching them; but Inumaki wanted to be the one responsible for those cute gasps and moans coming from your mouth. While at the same time, he was intrigued at how unraveled you’ve become.

“I…” you trailed off once more, in your desperate state you still felt too shy to say it. His skilled hands were so close yet too damned far away. A sudden wave of bravery overcame you. You shifted your weight onto your right elbow and leaned forward with your left hand. You snatched one of Satoru’s hands and set it on your drenched panties. “Touch me here,” you begged.

Your beautiful pleading eyes and words melted Gojo’s heart, you sounded so adorably horny to him and he loved it. He ghosted his fingers along the line of your pussy lips causing you to grind your core onto his fingers for more friction. “You want me to touch you here?” You nodded, your voice caught in your throat with excitement. “Tell me that’s what you want.” Satoru taunted.

You glared at him when he pulled his hand away, “Please sensei.” You pouted, “Make me feel good.”

That’s all Gojo needed to hear, in one skilled motion he removed your saturated underwear. Yuuta’s mouth watered at the sight in front of him, it took all of his strength and willpower to remain seated and watch his teacher at work.

Your dripping cunt was now exposed for all to see. Gojo slid his fingers against your folds to gather some of your juice onto them. He brought his slick-covered fingers to his mouth to have a taste, as if he was trying a delicacy. “Heavenly.”

He then directed his attention to his students, “So when it comes to pussy worshipping there are three ways to go about it. Eating. Fingering. And fucking. I’ll demonstrate in that order.”

He placed his warm finger on your clit, prodding it gently, making you whimper with anticipation. His fingers suddenly swiveled around your bundle of nerves with such speed and pressure causing you to moan embarrassingly loud. All you could feel was a hot white pleasure, and you came immediately onto his fingers.

“Oh fuck.” Gojo groaned as he ripped his blindfold down around his neck and brought his handsome face down between your thighs to drink up your squirting liquids. You couldn’t believe you came that fast and that suddenly.

Megumi, Toge, and Yuuta watched astonished as you came onto Gojo’s fingers. They didn’t know you could finish that fast, they all wondered what else their teacher was capable of.

The feeling of Satoru’s skilled mouth drinking you up made you feel so hot. You never would have thought that something so lewd and inappropriate as this, would ever happen with him, which made you enjoy it more. He kept his sultry mouth on your pussy, expertly zigzagging his tongue over your wet folds. You saw his brilliant blue eyes look up at you friskily. His hands gently rubbed and gripped both of your thighs.

“Instead of directing your attention onto one part of her body at a time, it’s crucial to stimulate more than one area. This will make her a slutty mess for you.” He hummed against your slick privates, the vibration of his voice feeling so good you clenched your tight hole yearningly.

As if he knew your pussy craved attention, right on cue he plunged his tongue inside of you. “Mmh, Satoru!” Your cunt practically squeezed his tongue further into you, begging him to tongue fuck you. His skilled mouth sent you over the edge once again, you instinctively gyrated your hips as you rode out your second orgasm. His eager mouth enveloped your pulsating cunt as he drank from you again.

Yuuta was awestruck when he so you come undone again. He didn’t even know that it was possible for you to cum twice in such a short amount of time. He made sure to memorize the way his sensei moved his mouth on you.

Once Gojo finished drinking from you he reluctantly pulled his face away, revealing that the lower section of his face was glistening from your overly saturated cunt. He looked over towards his male students, they were all clearly turned on by how he made you so wet and ready. “All of you are going to eat Y/n out, Megumi you’ll go first.”

Megumi immediately got up from his desk with a starved look on his attractive features, he was more than willing to help contribute to making you feel good. His teacher scooted over and now Fushiguro was situated between your legs. “Show me what you know.” Satoru’s lustrous voice rang out into the quiet classroom.

Your boyfriend slid his tongue up your folds and onto your clit, erecting a sigh of bliss to come from your lips. He could grow addicted to the taste of your sweet arousal. He swiped his tongue over you again, but this time faster and with slightly more pressure. Fushiguro remembered how you became undone when Totality’s fast tongue slid across your clit so he copied that method. You squirmed underneath his hot mouth. Gojo smiled at how fast his young pupil was able to move his tongue on you. Without thinking Megumi brought two fingers up to your dripping cavern, but Gojo grabbed them with a knowing smirk, “Not yet, let’s give Yuuta a turn.” Megumi obeyed and unwillingly pulled his mouth away from you, as Yuuta hurried over, practically kicking his desk out of the way in the process.

“Fushiguro, why don’t you give your girlfriend some love while Yuuta eats her out?” Satoru purred as you felt his large hand stroke your thigh in a comforting manner.

Yuuta settled between your legs with a ravenous look in his dark eyes. Megumi leaned against the desk and kissed you passionately. You could taste yourself on his lips. The sudden feeling of pleasure woke through your body once more, as you felt Yuuta’s tongue swivel across your folds, in a manner similar to Gojo’s. “Mmm.” Your moan was swallowed by Megumi’s avid kisses.

Yuuta then lowered his mouth so he could tongue fuck you, while his slender fingers stroked your sensitive nub. Satoru was pleased that Okkotsu was focusing his attention in more than one spot, as he instructed. Yuuta burrowed his face between your legs as if he didn’t need air to breathe. Gojo was impressed by how enthusiastic Yuuta was about eating your pussy. The thought of teaching you to sit on his face while he ate you crossed his mind for another day of teaching.

“Let’s give Inumaki a turn before she cums Yuuta.” Satoru chimed while prying the dark-haired boy away from your soaking cunt. Okkotsu moved to the other side of the desk to kiss your neck, while Fushiguro and you frenched feverishly. Yuuta’s slick mouth trailed kisses up to your ear, making you writhe in ecstasy.

Inumaki unzipped his face covering and grabbed both of my thighs towards his face, similar to the way Yuuta did. You always loved it when Toge would eat you since the heavy amount of cursed energy coming from his mouth felt like static. He latched his lips onto your clit and sucked hard, “Inumaki!” You whined onto Fushiguro’s lips, the sensation was too much for you to handle.

You felt overstimulated; with Inumaki’s buzzing mouth down on you, Satoru’s eyes raking over your body, Megumi’s heated kisses, and Yuuta’s steamy mouth on your ear. All of which drove you to the edge completely. You arched your back and flung one of your hands into Toge’s platinum white locks, “Cum.” He mumbled against your sloppy cunt, you tried to clamp your legs down onto him from the intense feeling of your release but his strong grip on your thighs kept you in place. He drank from you as if we were a starved animal, his alluring face between your legs made you go weak in the knees.

After cumming three times now, you felt like a rag doll. They could all easily manhandle you if they wanted to, which you wouldn’t mind at all. Your exhausted gaze drifted downward to see that Satoru had the largest tent in his pants you’d ever seen. The thought of him squeezing his huge member inside of you made you shiver with anticipation and fear.

Satoru took the initiative and stuck his middle and index fingers inside your dripping entrance. “Ahh!” You moaned out enjoying the feeling entirely. Toge was still between your legs and began to lightly kiss and suck on your thighs, little did you know he was leaving hickeys all over them.

Gojo pumped his long fingers in and out of you in a steady rhythm. He loved how your walls clamped down on him whenever he went a little too deep. He then arched his fingers so they were stroking your G-spot. He lifted his hand from his firm grip on your hip and announced “This is what I’m doing inside of your girl right now. That will make her cum for sure.” While his other hand in the air mimicked what he was doing inside of you so everyone could see.

It was all too much for you, and you couldn’t take it anymore. All this teasing and touching your overly sensitive body, “just fuck me already.” You whimpered quietly. Not sure if you directed your words to your teacher or one of your boyfriends. You were too overwhelmed to care who did the dead. As long as you could feel one of them fill you up. A dashing smirk came over Gojo’s face. While you sensed Megumi and Yuuta exchange a glance with one another.

Gojo’s fingers inside you went still at your lewd request. “Here Toge, take over.” Gojo took his fingers out of you and licked them clean as he walked to the other side of his desk. He stopped behind you, with his blue iridescent gaze looking down at you. “If you want me to fuck you, I’m going to need your mouth on my dick first.”

You felt Toge’s slender fingers begin to pump in and out of you, as he brought his mouth down to your clit. Megumi and Yuuta shifted their attention to your breasts, each licking and sucking your nipples as if they were a treat just for them. Gojo unzipped his pants and his massive dick sprung free, ready to play as ever. You gasped at his size but weren’t surprised because of how tall he was. Satoru adjusted your head so it dangled off the edge of his desk. Your mouth watered uncontrollably as he lightly guided his dick to your lips. You licked his velvety tip first and then his entire length. Making sure his entire penis was coated with your drool. You carefully took one of his balls into your mouth to suckle, he let out a little hiss of pleasure.

“You’re doing so good.” Gojo purred with approval as he placed both of his hands on your head. You mustered up as much bravery as you could to take him down your throat. Immediately, panic began to arise in your chest, due to the lack of air; but that was soon replaced by your dirty thoughts, enjoying the fact that this was happening. I bet this looks so hot to him. You thought, and you couldn’t be more right.

The sight before Satoru was a moment he will never forget. Your small throat squeezed him snuggly, causing his dick to twitch with pleasure. He was able to see the outline of his massive cock in your throat. The way your mouth salivated uncontrollably, along with your tongue beckoning him further down made him crave you even more. He’d be satisfied finishing your mouth right here and now, but the greedier side of his personality wants to claim your pussy as his. And that’s just what he’ll do.

Gojo then took himself out of your mouth, and a long strand of your drool connected your lips to the tip of his dick. “Which one of you would like to take her ass?” Gojo asked with a deep voice.

Toge mumbled “shake-shake” through your cunt as he ate you. He lifted his head out from between your thighs, his lips shining with your wetness.

“Perfect, coat your dick with her pussy juice before you shove it in. So it doesn’t hurt her as bad.” His wise teacher instructed. Toge slipped three of his fingers inside your sloppy pussy to gather as much wetness as possible (which was pretty easy). He wiggled around inside of you, causing you to whimper uncontrollably. While his other hand unzipped his pants. He removed his fingers from you, making you feel suddenly empty and needy.

His lust-filled eyes stared at you as he stroked his dick with his wet hand. You were more than ready to get filled up. Satoru had Toge take your place on his desk so he was laying on it. Gojo picked you up as if you were weightless and had you straddle Inumaki in reverse.

You gingerly settled yourself onto Toge’s sprung dick. You felt grateful he was slick with your wetness, otherwise, it would’ve been a bit more painful.

“Ahh.” You heard a small groan of satisfaction come from him. Inch by inch, you let gravity take you down further onto him until he was in you completely. Your skirt hid what was going on below you two. You felt Toge’s nails dig into your hips from his firm grip on you. You could tell he holding back the urge to pump into you wildly. To calm himself, he began to gently kiss the back of your neck and ears. Making you shiver in response, your nipples instantly become pebbled.

Satoru had unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his well-toned muscles, his pants draped to his thighs and his dick stuck out proudly. He settled between your legs, lifting up your skirt. He guided his massive member to your wet folds. The anticipation caused you to whimper as he slowly pushed the tip inside of you. Gojo clenched his jaw with concentration as he focused on not plowing into you just yet.

You became a mewling mess, “I don’t think you’re going to fit.” You cried as Satoru shoved himself another inch into your slippery pussy. You could already feel him rubbing against Toge’s penis lodged up your ass and he was not even halfway in yet.

“Don’t worry hun, I’ll make it fit. Megumi, put her mouth to use.” Gojo groaned as your walls clamped down on his extensive member. “Yuuta climb on top of her and fuck her tits.”

Megumi did as his teacher instructed, his dark blue eyes gleamed down at you as you opened your mouth for him. Sucking on him hungrily, you enjoyed the taste of his precum leaking into your mouth. Megumi loved how enthusiastic you were for him, “Ugh... you’re such a good girl.” He groaned out as he caressed your head gently.

Yuuta agilely maneuvered on top of your torso, he put his weight onto his knees being extra careful not to squish you. He unzipped his pants to set his elongated member free. He spit down onto himself and guided your hand up to his dick to stroke him. You enjoyed his warm smooth texture. Pumping him quickly, you earned a few gasps of pleasure to come from his lips.

Satoru couldn’t take it anymore, and plunged himself deep into you, instantly hitting your cervix. A cute and muted, “Ahh! Sensei....” came from your stuffed mouth at the sudden feeling, creaming onto him. Your pussy pulsated around his rod with delight.

“Shit. Your slutty little cunt can’t handle me.” Gojo hissed under his breath, loving the fact that your body cums so easily for him. He settled into a solid rhythm, pushing in and out of your petite body. He made a note to get you for himself sometime. He’d love for you to moan his name, and see your adorable face distorted in pleasure because of him.

Toge, felt your release drip down onto his thighs and penis, which helped lubricate him. With the extra wetness, he increased his speed. He rapidly pounded up inside you. He bit down onto your shoulder passionately, his hot breath initiating goosebumps to rise on your smooth skin. “Oh Toge...” you panted onto Megumi’s dick.

Yuuta began to rub himself onto your supple bouncy breasts, his penis felt hot and hard against your squishy skin. He was able to get a perfect view of your gorgeous face. He loved the way your pretty eyes watered as you deep-throated Fushiguro. Even though what you were doing was incredibly lewd, he knew that in his heart he would protect you. He would kill for you, and there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you. The thought of love crossed his mind, but was afraid to say that word too soon.

“Grip her neck Okkotsu.” Ordered Gojo from behind him, snapping him out of his ogling over you, “she’ll like it.” He heaved as he shoved himself into you once more.

Yuuta tentatively brought his lean vein-covered arm up, and his fingers went around your throat and gently squeezed. “Mmh.” You moaned out, enjoying the feeling of being at his mercy - especially from your shy and sensitive boy.

Hearing you whimper, awoke a dark urge inside of Okkotsu. The thought of fucking you with his hand around your throat made him pump his dick faster against your squishy and sensitive tits.

The way Yuuta’s dark eyes looked down at you with such dominance, caused you to clench your walls around Gojo and Toge suggestively. Erupting groans from both men inside of you. Gojo’s grand penis kept hitting your uterus with every stroke. He went in and out effortlessly because of how drenched he was from your soggy cunt. Satoru and Inumaki stimulated you simultaneously, their speed accelerated dramatically along with the power behind their hard thrusts. “You’re taking us so well hun.” Panted Gojo with approval.

Your legs began to tremble, you could feel your release building up again. You felt Satoru’s skilled fingers run against the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs feverishly. The sensations they made you feel were too much for you to handle, and you came undone. Drenching Satoru in the process.

You whimpered onto Megumi’s dick as his hips began to move a bit rougher against your mouth. Yuuta’s movements against your breasts had increased in tempo as well. “Ahh.” Yuuta sighed with pleasure, as strands of his cum squirted all over your breasts, painting you like a picture. His grip on your throat tightened, causing you to clamp down a bit more on Megumi’s penis lodged inside. Earning a groan of pleasure to come from Fushiguro. He sprayed himself down your throat and you drank him eagerly.

“Shit, her pussy is too tight and wet. I’m gonna cum.” Gritted Satoru through his teeth. He cherished the way your petite body welcomed him in so easily. He was clearly much too big for you but got off to the sick thought of that at the same time. He gripped your little waist tightly as he shot his bountiful load of seed deep against your cervix, knowing it’d reach your uterus in no time. Toge came shortly after, you could feel him pulsate through your ass as he released himself deep inside of your bowels. A delicious groan escaped his lips as he bit down on the back of your neck.

Megumi gingerly pulled himself out of your mouth and leaned down to give you a sweet kiss. Yuuta carefully hopped off of the desk, as Satoru removed himself from your used sloppy hole. His cum spilled out of you like a waterfall. His gorgeous blue eyes raked over the mess he made in you. He helped you up and off of Toge. Your legs felt like jelly when you stood up, so you leaned against Yuuta for support. He tried to help you put your bra on, but couldn’t get the clasps figured out. So Satoru took over as he explained how the contraption worked.

You felt Inumaki’s and Gojo’s cum drip down your legs from underneath my skirt. All of your clothes were a disheveled mess, but at least the walk from class to the dorm building was a short one. Toge sneaked his way over to you to hug you from behind, you rested your head on his shoulder sweetly. Megumi came in front of you two to kiss you passionately, “You’re so perfect.” He gave you a heart-melting smile with a quick hug, sandwiching you between Toge and himself. Okkotsu approached you from the right and gave you a small peck on the forehead, while you felt his comforting touch on your cheek.

Satoru walked up to you with an affirming look in his eyes. He brought his face down to yours to kiss you tenderly, “You were exceptional dear.” He hummed against your lips. “If you ever need anything, ask me.”

Abruptly, the door to the classroom opened, “Here’s my late homework Gojo!” Said an all too familiar voice, Yuji Itadori stood in the doorway of the classroom with a can of soda in one hand and a packet of papers in the other.

“Uhh, it smells like sex in here!” As soon as the words left his mouth a knowing look flashed over his face. He realized how messed up everyone's clothes were. Noticeable strands of gooey liquid rolled down your legs. “Did you guys-?” He cut himself off with pure shock and then his expression changed to a hurt one, “without me...”

Gojo briefly walked up to Itadori and took the packet of papers from him with a smirk. “As a matter of fact,” Satoru sighed lightheartedly, “we were just performing some after-school activities.”

Next

[lipglossanon]

The Darkest, Most Depraved of Joys

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{next installment}

Stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ so minors DNI, stepcest, bully Leon, perv Leon, reader is a bit sassier in this so heads up I guess lol, dirty talk, slight somnophilia, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, strong breeding kink, leaning heavy into the stepcest kink so for real be prepared haha, uhh I think that’s it 🤔

Not proofread; literally banged this out in a few hours this morning 🤣

Title from Monologue by She Wants Revenge

Shoutout to all you lovely readers 😘 😘

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It’s been a few months since your mom remarried some businessman from the city who decided small town life was more his speed. Everything’s going smoothly for the most part. The only exception to your idyllic home life is the absolute terror that is now your stepbrother. Leon is the bane of your existence. He’s older by a few years and he lords it over you every second he gets. And he’s such a jerk to you. 

It’s not overt bullying cause Leon doesn’t want to get in trouble, but away from prying eyes he likes to pick on you. He tugs your hair or steals whatever you have in your hand and, just in general, behaves like a complete asshole. What drives you even more crazy is he acts like a complete angel around your mom and his dad so you can’t even say anything or else get scolded. 

Your mom laughs and says he’s joking, but it leaves you fuming— especially since you also find Leon ‘the asshole’ Kennedy extremely attractive. Life is so unfair. You’re sick of his bossy attitude and his stupid good looks. 

Because of the utter dismissal of your mom, you’ve taken to jotting down your thoughts in a journal. A diary. Whatever. 

At first it was to vent about what asinine thing Leon had done to you that day. Him purposefully taking your favorite seat on the couch so you’d have to sit in the recliner. Leon throwing his leg out just as you walk by, sending you stumbling into the wall and him smirking at your angry scowl. Volunteering you when your parents asks for suggestions on who should do dishes or the laundry. 

He always seems to follow you randomly throughout the day, taunting you about your choice of wardrobe or how you try to one up him or, sadly, how single you still are. You spin around to argue with him but he just breezes past you, shoving your shoulder as he heads back to his room. 

The list goes on and on. But then the venting in your journal starts to meld into a mix of how good he smells (sandalwood and vanilla) and how pretty his hair is even on those overcast drizzly days where it’s more rain than sky outside. Or how nice his arms and hands look doing something so simple as setting the table. 

At some point even those diary entries devolve into how hot it would be if maybe Leon got a little physical. Maybe pushing you against the wall when no one’s looking and kisses you until you can’t breathe. Maybe he’d drag you into an empty room and convince you to give him a handy. Maybe even corral you into sucking him off or coaxing you into letting him eat you out until you cry. 

After writing some of these you realize that maybe you’re a little more pent up than you thought, but then promptly shrug it off. It’s not like you’re hurting anyone. 

Until one Saturday afternoon that is; you think you’re all alone and as you set your journal on your dresser, it’s yanked out of your hands.

Leon stands to your side making you realize the house is empty save you two, and dangling your diary full of unspeakable thoughts just out of your reach. 

“Give it back,” you grit out, feeling that familiar rage creeping into your posture. 

“Aww, upset sweetheart?” he mocks you, “I’ve always wondered what goes on in that pretty little head of yours.”

“Leon, I’m being serious, give it back.”

He smirks holding the diary up higher as you reach out on your tippy toes, hand going to his shoulder for stability. 

“Nah, don’t think I will,” he presses his index and middle finger to your forehead and pushes you until you have to step back or lose your balance and fall. 

“Fuck off asshole,” your voice raises, “that’s private shit. Private? I’m sure even you understand what that means”

His smirk drops and his brow furrows in irritation, “Are you insinuating I’m stupid, princess?”

You give him a sickly sweet smile, “Oh a multi syllable word? That’s a big one for ya,” you simper up at him, “do you need to sit down?”

He glares at you before a slow grin spreads across his face making your heartbeat fast. 

“Well maybe some light reading might strengthen my vocabulary,” he shakes the book in his hand. 

You jump up and try to make a last ditch effort in grabbing it, but he swings his arm up and out of the way.

He clicks his tongue, “Manners, sweetheart.”

You stomp your foot, “God you’re such a dickhead! Give it back!”

He sighs, “Alright,” and goes to hand it back but then yanks it away at the last minute and takes off to his room. 

“I’ll have it back to you later! Thanks, princess!!”

You yell at his disappearing figure, feeling rage and embarrassment warring in your chest. Following him, you slam your fists against his locked door. After a few minutes of getting nowhere, you slowly shuffle back into your room. You might as well go dig a hole and lie in it cause anything would be better than Leon reading that damn journal. 

You morosely flop face first down onto your bed. You scream into the pillow before rolling over onto your back to stare up at the glow in the dark stars that have been stuck to your ceiling since you were seven. Maybe he won’t read it all. It did start out as a hate journal so maybe after the first few entries he’ll get tired and quit reading. God you hoped so. 

Sighing, you raise up and scrub your face until you feel a little less like you want to jump out a window.  You scroll mindlessly on your phone, keeping an ear out for any noise coming from Leon’s room. Giving up after a few minutes, you heave a sigh and get out of your bed and make your way next door to Leon’s room.

Rapping your knuckles on the wood, you call out, “Leon, can you give me my diary back, please? I’ll.. do your chores or something.”

You hear the click of the lock being undone and the door swings inward. 

“All of my chores?” he crosses his arms and props his shoulder on the doorframe, smirking at you. 

You roll your eyes at how stupidly hot he’s being, but bite back your sarcasm, “Yes, all of them. Can I please have my book?” 

You feel a spark of something when his eyes drag down your body and back up to your face. Leon grins at you as he straightens up from the doorframe. 

Flicking your forehead, he steps back into his room, “Okay, princess. Come in and get your book and then I want you to do something for me.”

You bite your lip to stifle any complaint and rub your head as you step further into his room. 

It’s similar to your own, a bed and dresser with a side door that leads to a closet. You frown to yourself; it is pretty sparse considering all the posters and photos you have tacked up on your walls. 

You snap out of your thoughts when Leon waves the diary in front of your face. 

“You good?”

Blinking, you scowl up at him and grab the book. 

“Now I am; what do you want?”

He pouts at you mockingly, “Aww you don’t want to know what I thought about such riveting writing?”

Your heart rabbits in your chest and your palms tingle. 

“You didn’t really read it, did you?”

You know your voice wavers and the mocking look on Leon’s face morphs into a sly grin. 

“Don’t worry your undying hate for me will remain close to the chest,” he ruffles your hair, “after the first few pages of it, I quit reading.”

“Oh,” you duck your head and chew on your bottom lip. 

Looking up again, you give him a shy smile, “Thanks, Leon.”

He stops ruffling your hair and drags his hand down to the side of your neck. He rubs his thumb over the column of your throat. 

“I wouldn’t thank me just yet, sweetheart,” he presses you to step backwards until your back is touching the door. 

You put your hands up on his broad chest, still clasping your diary, “W-what’re you—“

“Think this was about 20 pages in, right?” he muses, blue eyes darkening as he dips his head down to be closer to you. 

The hand not gripping your neck comes up to cup your jaw, tilting your head back. 

“Just let me,” he breathes out, the motion causing his lips to brush up against yours. 

Your eyelashes flutter closed as he presses a searing kiss to your parted lips. He groans and kisses you harder, his body pressing yours against the door completely. You try to push him away but to no avail; his strength outmatches yours easily.  

Leon moves his hands down to grab your hips, holding you still while he molds himself against you. Your hands are trapped between your chests. You can feel his dick beginning to chub in his sweats.  

"Damn," he murmurs as he pulls away, grinding against you.  

A soft gasp passes your lips, which he zeroes in on. Leon presses against you more firmly before slotting your mouths together. You try to push against him but can feel your resolve weakening under the constant barrage of wet, tongue filled kisses. Arousal pulses in your clit with every wet press of his mouth. 

You’re finally able to pull away from his hungry mouth. 

“What’re we even doing?” you gasp as his mouth finds a sweet spot on your neck. 

“Just trying to make my little sis’s dirty dreams come true,” he snarks, before taking your mouth once again. 

You moan, letting yourself be swept up in the sensations Leon’s bringing out in your body. 

He kisses you slow and deep, tongues tasting each other before pulling away to suck on your bottom lip. He slides a hand along your thigh, caressing softly as his fingers drift closer to the apex of your thighs. You’re so wet already just from kissing him. You cant your hips towards him and his fingers brush against the zipper on your jeans. 

A loud door slam pulls you both apart; you hear your mom call your name from downstairs. 

Leon tugs you away from the door and into his chest. He spins you around and pulls the door open for you. 

“We’ll be picking this up later, ‘kay princess?”

He smacks your ass as you cross the threshold back into the hall. You whirl around but he’s already closed the door in your face. You look down at the diary in your hand, glaring at the inanimate object. 

“Unbelievable,” you mutter out loud. 

Walking to your room, you toss the book onto your bed and head downstairs to meet up with your mom. 

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The rest of the afternoon passes by pretty quickly. Luckily for you, Leon keeps to himself so you don’t see much of him until dinner. Your mom is very adamant about having dinner together as a family. 

“It builds those familial bonds, honey,” she pats your cheek when you try to weasel out of it. 

So here you are, sitting across from Leon, trying to eat with him staring a hole into you. When you reach for your glass to take a sip, you raise your eyebrows at him. 

He smirks at you then glances at your parents; seeing that they’re not paying attention to you two, he brings his hand up to his mouth and makes a ‘V’ with his fingers and thrusts his tongue between them a few times. 

You press your thighs together and glare at him. You flip him off and that’s when your mom gasps. 

“No vulgar displays at the table!”

You shoot her a disbelieving look, “What? But he started it!”

“Well, that goes for both of you then,” your stepdad cuts in, “behave you two.”

You take a deep breathe and let it out slowly. 

Leon laughs, “Just joking around, dad.”

Your mom smiles at him, “I’m so glad you two get along so well.”

Leon catches your eye and gives you the fakest smile, “Of course, that’s what a big brother’s for, right?”

You roll your eyes and go back to your plate. 

Pushing around the food, you look over at your mom, “May I be excused?”

“Sure, honey. Just take your dishes into the kitchen.”

Nodding, you gather up everything and head into the kitchen. You scrape what food is left off in the trash and set the dishes in the sink. 

You feel a line of heat press against your back, pushing your hips into the countertop. You see Leon’s hands on either side of you, holding onto the counter’s edge; his thick biceps flex as he ducks down to mouth at your neck. 

“So mean to me, princess.”

Goosebumps race across your neck and down your arms from his moist breath on the shell of your ear. 

“What would they think of you wanting me to stick my cock in your wet little pussy and stretch you out, hmm?”

A bolt of heat flares in your stomach, nipples hardening as you stifle a whine. 

“Leon,” you whisper, “shut up, you’re gonna get us in trouble.”

He chuckles into your neck and drops a kiss on your jaw. 

“What? It’s the truth; your little diary will just confirm it.”  

You press back against him trying to get him to move but he just pushes against you harder, grinding his half hard dick against your ass. 

“Don’t be that way,” he coos, one hand slipping from the counter to cup your hot pussy. 

You gasp and toss your head back, “We’re gonna get caught.”

“So?” his voice is low and rough in your ear, “don’t want me to play with this needy cunt? C’mon baby thought that’s what you wanted?”

Using the last of your self control, you elbow him in the ribs and duck around his lax arm. You run from the kitchen to the stairs, aiming to lock yourself in your bedroom. You make it to the upper landing before Leon wraps his arms around your waist. 

You squeal when he jerks you back to his hard chest. 

“You little brat,” he hisses, “I’m gonna—“

“No roughhousing near the stairs,” his dad calls out from the bottom, looking up at you two.

Leon gives him a sheepish smile and drops his hold on you, “Of course, pops.”

You take this distraction for what it is and rush off to your room, shutting and locking the door. Listening, you hear Leon pause outside your door. 

He lightly taps the wood, “This isn’t over, sweetheart.”

You shiver, feeling hot at those words. You hear him make his way over to his room and shut the door. Walking over, you collapse down onto your bed with a sigh. What have you gotten yourself into?

Later in the evening, you make your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth and get ready for bed. When you return to your room, it slips your mind to lock your door for the night. Tiredly, you slip under your cool sheets and drift off. 

You’re slowly coming to, still half asleep. You question what woke you up and right as your about to be pulled back under, you feel a pair of hands caressing and pinching your nipples over your thin sleep shirt. 

“So pretty. Pretty girl don’t even know what you do to me. These fuckin tits just begging me to play with’em.”

You hear a low voice muttering next to you. You struggle to remember who else would even be here but that’s wiped from your mind as the hands keep teasing and tugging your sensitive buds. 

“God I wanna suck’em. Leave bruises all over you.”

Leon your mind supplies. You forgot to lock your door earlier. 

“Always walking around the house wearing those little outfits. Practically begging me to just bend you over and fuck you til you can’t think.”

You feel a warm hand smooth up your ribs before cupping one of your breasts while the other softly pinches your nipples. 

“Wha-“ you groggily reach a hand back to the body behind you. 

“Shh, princess,” his low voice rumbles in your ear, “let me make you feel good.”

You sigh out in response and let him snake his other hand underneath the side you’re laying on to grope your other breast. Your nipples harden to the gentle strokes of his fingers circling the sensitive buds. 

You arch your hips back to grind against the bulge pressing into your ass. Your pussy starts to leak slick into your panties. 

He groans aloud and slips his hands underneath your shirt to glide fingertips across heated skin. You sluggishly shrug out of the shirt with his help. Immediately afterwards, he grabs each breast in his hands and squeezes, the fat dimpling between his fingers. 

“Fuck, that’s— you’re so good,” he presses wet, open mouthed kisses on your neck and shoulder before scraping his teeth along your shoulder blade. 

“C’mon, roll over for me, sweetheart.”

Your eyes are heavy with sleep but you can blearily make out his dark eyes as they drink in your half naked body. 

“Gonna let me eat this pretty pussy, baby?”

You’re so tired you can only let out a low whine. 

“I know, sucha sweet girl when you wanna be,” he kisses your cheek then your lips, dipping his tongue into your mouth for a quick taste before pulling away to lie between your spread legs. 

He eases your panties down your legs and tosses them to the floor. You can feel how wet you are when the cool air of the room hits your pussy.  

“Can’t believe you wrote all that shit down where anyone can read it,” he eyes your leaking slit hungrily before meeting your gaze with blown out pupils, “fuckin made me so hard, baby.“

“Leon,” you whisper, voice cracking in pleasure, “‘m sorry.”

He presses soft kisses to your thighs, bypassing where you most want his mouth, laying soft open mouthed kisses to your hips and lower abdomen. 

“Why’re you apologizing? I think it’s hot that y’need your big brother to take care of this sopping wet pussy,” his hands are softly running up your legs, massaging the skin randomly.

“We can’t,” you whisper, pressing your hands against his head to keep him from moving, “it’s dirty. And plus don’t you have a girlfriend?”

He growls at you, “So? I’ll dump her tomorrow once I have a taste of this sweet little cunt. And it might be dirty but doesn’t it get you wet, princess? I read all about your filthy thoughts of me eating you out.”

He grins at you from between your thighs, eyes hungry, “You can even be my new girlfriend.”

Leon finally presses his lips to your mound, “And now I’m gonna eat out my girl’s pussy.”

You sigh out in pleasure as he places sloppy kisses to your clit over and over making your legs twitch. Your hands come down to tangle in his messy hair. 

“Leon,” you moan, “please.”

Ignoring your urging to go lower, he laves his tongue across your pussy lips. He pulls back just to press his pouty mouth softly against the hood of your clit making you arch your hips upward with a moan. 

His tongue darts out to lap at your sensitive bud before trailing down to your leaking hole. He teases his tongue around the entrance, dipping inside briefly, before pulling away to messily kiss your clit. Your thigh muscles jump underneath the palm of his broad hands. He continues to drag his lips across your aching clit, giving it soft kisses repeatedly. 

“Fuck, so good,” you squeeze your eyes shut, “please Leon I need more than just kisses.”

“Nah,” his eyes darken even further, lips ticked into a mean smile, “just wanna give my girl’s pretty pussy lotsa love. She only needs my kisses.”

He presses another sloppy, spit filled kiss onto your swollen clit. 

You whine pitifully, “Such a tease.”

“Oh I’m the tease?” He pulls away from your slick cunt leaving you gasping out in disagreement, “You’ve been teasing me for the longest time, princess. Wearing those slutty shorts, showing off those fucking thighs of yours.”

He shucks his sleep wear off until he’s only in his boxers. You can see a prominent wet spot where the head of his dick has been pressing against the fabric. You whine again, hands scrabbling at his forearms. 

“‘m sorry Leon. I’ll be good, promise,” you pull on his arms, trying to make him move up closer, “I didn’t mean to tease.”

“I bet you didn’t,” his voice is rough, deeper than you’ve heard before, “those flimsy little tops showing me your hard fucking nipples.”

You watch as that mean expression comes back into his face. His thumb presses down on your swollen clit making you gasp in pleasure. 

“But I guess that’s what slutty little  sisters do to their big brothers, huh? You were just trying to get me hard so I can fuck you good later, right?”

You feel tears pooling in your waterline. 

“Leon,” you hiccup, “please.”

His expression softens. 

“Hey don’t worry,” he moves up to cage your head between his forearms, bent so your faces are nearly pressed together, “I’m gonna take care of you.”

You keep eye contact as you ask, “Really?”

“Yeah,” he gives you a soft look. “Gonna make you feel good.”

You bite your lip and run your hands through his hair, “Yeah? Gonna show me stepbrother’s big cock?”

“Fucking hell,” his hips grind down onto yours. You feel the scratchy material of his boxers press against your wet cunt as the heat of his cock drags across your pussy lips. 

“I’m gonna fuck you hard, baby. Hope you’re ready for it,” he kisses you, thrusting his tongue into your open mouth. 

Leon presses you on your back; he brings your knees up to your chest and pushes you down into the bed as he drags his thick cock across your sensitive clit. 

You look down and watch as his hand wraps around his dick, pulling back the foreskin to smack at your clit and leaky hole. 

“Think I’ll fit, princess?”

He’s so big but that just makes you arch your hips up, angling to get his tip to slide into your clenching hole. 

“I don’t know,” you whisper, eyes watching as he glides his cock through your wet folds to tap your clit again. 

“Guess we’re about to find out,” he grins. 

You both moan when he presses the fat tip inside and sinks into your tight, wet cunt. 

He gives you a second to adjust before pulling halfway out to slide back in your hot pussy. 

“Fuck,” you pant.

Your hole stretches to accommodate the thick cock fucking into you. 

“That’s it,” Leon’s raspy voice washes over your ears, “you can take it.”

You whine, “Too big.”

Your hands claw at the sheets, trying to gain purchase. Your cunt drips slick all over the bed while Leon stretches you.. filling you up so good. Sweat begins to bead up around your hairline making your hair stick to your skin. 

You can’t stop clenching down on the thick length spearing you open. 

“Please move,” you choke out, lifting your head to peer up at Leon’s dark stare. 

“You can use your manners,” he chuckles, “aren’t you full of surprises.”

Your eyes flutter as Leon pulls out to slowly slide back in. You moan unabashedly as you’re fucked slow and deep. 

“Please, please,” you chant, “so good. Feels so good.”

Leon’s hands grip your hips, fingertips digging in, “Don’t you make a pretty sight. Such a lovely hole.”

You whine as arousal pulses through you at those words. 

“Please, I want more.”

“Yeah?”

“Please,” you mewl, as his thumb starts to circle your clit.  

“Mmm so fucking sweet,” he moans, using one hand to hold your hips down and the other pinches and strokes your clit. 

“Gonna breed this pretty little cunt,” Leon grunts as he thrusts harder into your pussy walls clamping down onto his thick cock. 

“Leon,” you moan out, nails biting into his shoulders. 

He grins down at you, “Yeah you like that sweetheart? Yeah you do. Want me to put a fat load deep in this tight pussy.”

Punched out moans are all you can manage as his hips piston harder into you, the wet squelching between your thighs getting louder. 

“Shit so fuckin good f’me,” Leon hikes your legs up higher onto his shoulders, “gonna cum in you baby. S’what big brothers do, right?”

“What?” You choke out, feeling the tip of Leon’s dick nail that spongy spot inside you repeatedly. 

“Yeah, wouldn’t dream about coming in my girlfriend, but you? My little sister? It’s the only thing to do,” his mouth drops hot, tongue filled kisses on your bite covered neck. 

“Ohh,” you keen high in your throat, feeling your walls squeezing onto Leon even harder. Just the thought of him cumming inside you has your clit throbbing.  

“Baby fuck yeah only wanna cum in you,” Leon slurrs, “you’ll let me right? Let your big brother fill you up? Show you how much I care.”

“Yes yes yes. Please! Want it so bad Leon.”

You’re drooling from how good he’s fucking your pussy. His fat cock bullies into your cunt on every thrust, spreading you open and filling you up. 

“So wet and tight," he grits out, voice rough. 

You toss your head back in pleasure, "Fuck, Leon. Your cock feels so good."

You can’t stop your hips from meeting each one of his powerful thrusts. Your pussy clenches around his dick like a vice. 

He moans, "That's it, take it, such a sweet girl."

"More, please,” you pant, pushing sweaty hair away from your face. 

He bottoms out in your cunt to kiss you sloppily. 

“You on some kinda birth control, princess?”

You are, but a dark pulse of arousal makes you want to see what he’d do if you said no. 

So, you shake your head no, “I’m not on any.”

His hips stutter and buck deeper into your squelching pussy. 

“Fuck,” he’s panting, pupils blown, “really? Fucking hell. I need to—“

He moans and grinds so deep you can feel his tip kiss your cervix. 

“S’okay that I don’t pull out?” He slips his cock out and slams back into your pussy, making your eyes roll back. 

“But you gotta promise me not to get pregnant, yeah? Otherwise I can’t cum all in this needy little pussy. Promise me, baby and I’ll give you a nice creampie.”

Whining, your nails scratch and claw at his shoulders as Leon rails you into the bed; your bed frame is rattling and the mattress squeaking. You’ve never been more grateful your parents slept on the complete opposite side of the house. 

“Promise, promise,” you gasp out. 

“Hmm yeah, okay then baby. I’ll fuck you raw and cum in this little pussy. God damn,” he groans, thrusting harder, “fuck, don’t even care if I knock you up. So fucking hot.” 

He fingers pick up their speed, flicking and pinching your clit as he hammers into that spongy spot in your pussy. 

“I-I’m gonna cum. Leon, you’re gonna make me cum,” you mewl. 

“Yeah gonna cum on your big brother’s cock?” He kisses you, tongue fucking into your mouth. 

“Uh huh, yeah gonna cum all over my big brothers cock,” you whine, “oh fuck, Leon! You’re gonna have to cover my mouth.”

He grins down at you, hips pistoning harder into your pussy. 

“Gonna get loud, baby? Fuck that’s so hot. C’mon cum all over my cock.” 

Your eyes roll back as your thighs shake with the force of your orgasm. Leon clamps a hand over your mouth as you scream, pussy gushing and clenching around his hard cock.  

“That’s it, fuck me, princess. Best pussy I’ve ever had,” he groans, “gonna cum, gonna cream this little cunt.”

He bites down on your shoulder as his dick buries itself deep in your pussy. Your still clenching walls milk his cock until you can’t feel his cum spilling inside anymore.  

“God damn,” he pulls back from your neck, “sorry bout the bruise, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes, “S’fine.”

He slips out of your cunt with a low hiss. Greedily, he watches as his cum drips out onto the sheets. 

“Mmm so hot, baby,” he rubs the cum into your pussy lips, “do I need to get you the morning after pill?”

You laugh at him, “No, I’m on birth control.”

You laugh even harder at his scandalized expression. 

“You serious?”

You nod, still giggling, “Yeah.”

He huffs a laugh and cages you in against your bed; he gives you the filthiest kiss and when he pulls away there’s a string of saliva connecting your lips. 

“Fucking tease,” he drags his half hard cock over your sensitive pussy, “just means I can cum in you as much as I want though, princess.”

You moan and pull him into another hungry kiss. The kisses turn wet and sloppy, spit dripping down your chins as he sucks on your tongue. 

He pulls back to take in your hazy eyes, “Give me a few and we can go again.”

You run your hands through his messy hair, “Mmm sounds good to me.”

[l0vergirlv0mit]

All of you

Inspired by: All Of You sung by Ella Fitzgeralds

Pairing: wife!hazel x reader

Summary: after meeting in college and falling in love you both have graduated, found stability in yourselves and each other, and now enjoy the pleasures of being newlyweds. Fluff<3

A/n: more of a blurb. i often fantasize about having a loving wife and a beautiful house. just thinking about scenes of a comfortable loving marriage makes me melt. Hazel is definitely a women in STEM btw. Really enjoyed writing this!

You quietly make your way downstairs trying to find the beautiful women missing from my your bed when you woke up. A sweet aroma fills your nostrils and you know exactly where you’ll find her.

The cold wooden floor boards creek beneath your feet. The late November weather makes you crave your wife’s warmth more than anything. You come up behind her and and wrap your arms around her waist, placing a kiss where her neck met her shoulder. “Smells great baby.” You spoke softly to her.

Hazles been smiling to her self since she heard you open the door of your bed room. Excited to see her love and share the morning with her. “How did you sleep?” She turns the stove off finished with her scrambled eggs. Moving to face you then pull you into an impossibly close embrace, kissing the top of your head. “Good, but I woke up cold.” You look up at her and pout.

“Aww well I have something that’ll warm you up baby.” She places a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Go sit down I’ll bring you coffee and breakfast yeah?” You smile ear to ear overcome with love. You pull away from her going to the record player in the dinning room and put on a jazz record.

“Cream and sugar babe?” She calls from the kitchen. “Yes please!” Swaying back and forth to the music you make your way to your assigned seat at the table. The soft light of the morning pierces through the sheer curtains. Staring contently at the view outside your semi fogged window.

Hazel goes back and forth between the kitchen placing down a large plate piled with pancakes, another plate with scrambled eggs, and bowl of cantaloupe. Finally setting down your cup of coffee and handing you one of her hoodie’s. “Here.” She kisses your forehead and sits next to you.

You pull her hoodie on and smells like her sandalwood amber perfume. Every nerve in your body is buzzing with gratitude. How could you get so lucky. “Thank you baby, you work so hard for me.” She smiles even wider her chest filling with pride. “Anything for you.” While fixing your plates and eating you talk about the events of your past week. Laughing and holding hands and teasing.

Once you finished Hazel starts to get up and reaches for your plate. You place your hand softly on her wrist. “Let me clean up honey you’ve worked hard enough it’s not even 10 yet.” She agreed but still insisted on caring the plates to the sink for you. She leans against the counter watching you clean. Keeping you occupied by telling you details about the event your both attending later tonight.

You were going to a formal party for Hazles bosses birthday. And you couldn’t wait to help Hazel into her suit later tonight. You were nodding and humming to the things Hazel was saying until one of your favorite songs came on.

You gasp stopping what you were doing. Wiping your hands on the clean towel next to you and pull Hazel by the hands to dance with you. Quickly she places her hands on your hips and smiles brightly. Your playful excitement amuses her.

Giggling at your enthusiasm when singing to her her starts singing with you. She spins you around and dips you. Pulling you back close to her. Dizzy as you rest your hand on her chest and your head on her shoulder. “I love you, so much.” She whispered into your ear. Raising your head you whispered back to her “I love you more.” Eyes looking back into each other completely entranced.

She raised her eyebrows, one hand moves to your lower back and the other to the side of your face. “Doubt it.” She pulls you into a passionate kiss. Your hands find her waist thumbs rubbing the soft skin. Both of you pull away and Hazel grinned at you again continuing to sing. Taking your hands again to dance with you until you’ve moved to the living room.

Where she pulls you down with her to the couch. Laying on top of you with her head on your chest. Dishes forgotten and record played through. Hazel reaches for the remote and turned on the show you’d both been watching together for the past month. Your fingers run though her hair. “Dont let me fall asleep ok.” You hum in response and eventually heard her breathing slow as she rest. And you laid there drawing circles into her back completely and utterly content.

The rest of the day was spent being lazy around the house enjoying each other’s company<3

(This made me want to punch dry wall I need this so bad😊)

[ask-a-bot]

Megatron, do you think incense sticks might help?

If yes, can you tell me which scents you AREN'T allergic to so I don't accidentally get those?

I do not believe I have any allergies-

Hay!

What are you protesting about?

No, hay! You're allergic to hay. Megatron's allergic to hay!

Only if the particles get into my intakes.

Well... yeah. That's how airborne allergies tend to work. That's like saying you only catch flu if it gets into your intakes.

Fine. And Optimus is allergic to pine – even if it is in air freshener or cleaning products.

I am fine with citrus scents and sandalwood. I believe Optimus is as well, but he kept his pine allergy a secret so I cannot be certain.

It's only pine. The sap, I think.

And you should have at least told Ratchet, Hoist and Wheeljack as much, you proud, stupid fool.

Aww! You're worried about me!

Naturally. You are the sire of my unborn sparklings.

[kaitawrites]

heey love ur works !!! was wondering if u could do a vampire male reader yk <:3 and logan who lets em feed off of him bc he's immortal and stuff :3 hope ur having a nice day !!!

AN: Thank you! I am so glad you like it. I hope it's ok. I start out with a headcanon. This is very much Logan in the X-Men trilogy. Where he has cat-like hair. He is just so cute with the hairstyle.

Characters: Logan Wolverine Howlett x Vampire!Male Reader Warnings: blood

You two met in the Canadian forest on a dark and gloomy night. Logan was wandering home after an eventful evening at the bar. He was stumbling over his feet when he heard the rustling of leaves.

"Who's there?" he grumbles as he scans his surroundings. A faint scent of ash and sandalwood swirls in the wind. His question goes unanswered as he continues to follow the smell, twirling around over and over again. 

"Well, Don't you smell delightful?" You stood in a black trench coat, white button-up, black leather pants, and similar boots. Logan immediately got his claws out.

He began to swing at you callously but was only met with laughter from you. "Aren't you a feisty thing?" Your continued taunts angers Logan even more. A frustrated growl escaped his lips. "Who are you?!" He yells out.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." The moonlight shines directly on your face, revealing a teasing smirk.

"Aww, Come on, lo. You promised me." You were lying on Logan's couch. One leg swept over the other, amusement dancing in your eyes as you watched the damn near 150-year-old man grumble under his breath. Profanities that you were able to hear.

"I didn't promise shit." A sharp, toothy grin appears as you tilt your head. "Maybe you need me to refresh your memory." In an instant, you were behind him. Arms caging him against the kitchen count, forcing him to stare into your eyes. "A little birdy told me if I were to win a game of beer pong. I would have the honor of tasting their blood." You watch as Logan's face scrunchs up in slight disgust. But after knowing him for a few years, you could see the subtle fear and anticipation hidden.

"I didn't know you weren't a man of their word. Who knew you were a promise-breaker?" Logan's chest puffs up as he is quick to dismiss the claim. His pride is taking over. "I am a man of my word. I just didn't remember making a promise like that. But I think I remember now." You smile a little at his words. 'So now he remembers?" You cheekily thought. "So glad you remember. Shall we proceed?" Logan gives you a curt nod. You were on him in an instant. Cold fingers tracing his neck, causing Logan to shiver. You could practically hear Logan's heart thumping quicker at the close proximity.

"Just do it already," Logan grumbles under his breath. In that same instance, your teeth latch onto the skin of his neck. A silent grunt escapes Logan's lips. His hands find away on your shirt, a tight grip upon it. It took a while for you to let go of him. Once you did, Logan stared at you. A yearning feeling was seen in his eyes. A little bit of blood dripped down his neck. With no warning, you entered Logan's personal space once again to lick up the residue.

Logan was quick to push you away, his face becoming a little red. "That's enough." He growls. You give him a small smile, putting your hands up in a defensive manner. Logan didn't want to admit it, but he did enjoy it. Just a little bit. He was never ever going to tell you that.

[mythologyfolklore]

Eos: You’re such a dumbass (affectionate). Buddha of Sandalwood Merit: Aww, you’re such a whore (complimentary). Erlang Shen: How are you three talking like that in real life? Buddha Victorious in Strife: Witchcraft (derogatory).

The Buddha of Sandalwood Merit is getting along with a woman, who has a love/sex life, and the Buddha Victorious in Strife isn't sure how to feel about that.

[empressofthesunwriter]

Kill La Hero: 19

In the lottery of Quirk’s Michi got on really special and annoying one. A living, sarcastic ribbon named Ares, who puts her into superpowered revealing outfits. But this won't stop the girl from fulfilling her dream of being a hero! Just watch her!

(But not too closely please!)

MHA MEETS KILL LA KILL!

Chapter 19: The Startlinie

Two days after the Sports Festival it was time to return back to normalcy aka. School!

Michi and Izuku rode the full train to school, both pretending that they weren't turned on by being so close to the other.

Since Michi was taller than him her breasts were at the perfect height to Izuku's head and thanks to the rattling of the train, his face fell quite often in it.

This was followed up by a blushing red and hidden nosebleed apology from the boy, while the girl repeated it was not his fault and it was okay.

More than okay.

"As long it's you Izuku, I don't mind!", told Michi, which didn't help Izuku's boner at all.

His head slammed into the gutter, which made him rattle like a teakettle, as Michi herself rubbed her legs since she was also aroused.

They still hadn't talked about it.

About the moment at the Sports Festival when Izuku proclaimed he wanted to stay forever on Michi's side.

It just heightens the tension between them.

After a few minutes and other collisions, Michi has enough.

She wraps her arm around Izuku's waist to stable him.

"Michi-Kun what?"

"It's better this way, you bouncing all few seconds against my breasts hurts after a while.", she explained.

Yeah, her pussy was on fire!

He blicked with his pretty eyes before he wrapped his arm around Michi's waist.

Okay, she didn't expect this.

"Izu-Chan?"

The boy blushed, yet he said without stuttering: "So we can hold each other and don't fall. Also, we cuddle often enough, it's just like that, right?"

Stupified Michi nodded.

Well, if he thought so then...!

She laid her head over his and breathed in his sandalwood and jasmine smell.

Now Izuku blushed, yet he placed his head better under her chin and started to fiddle with his phone.

Just pretending this was normal and not that he wanted to go on his knees and beg Michi to be his girlfriend.

And do other things.

No, sir, no!

That's when a man talked to them: "Excuse me excuse me! You are Massaro from the hero course, first place! Congratulations! Also to you too Midorya, good job at the sports festival!"

The two got formally bombarded with congratulations.

"You were in the top eight, right?"

"Ah, I can't believe the winner is riding our train!"

"You were so cool!"

"I loved your suit change, it's so much prettier!"

"He's smaller than I expected."

"She is even taller!"

"He reminds me of when I was young."

"I wish I had so much talent like her when I was her age, I would be a Pro-Hero now!"

"Yeah, it's like he's trying really hard."

"You completely demolished anyone, girl!"

"Aww, look how cute the two are!"

"Are you a couple?"

"Do your best, heroes!"

Izuku and Michi chorused together that they would.

Then it got even crazier as people wanted Michi's autograph.

It would be a lie if the girl said she didn't feel pride in it.

Finally, they reached their station and said goodbye to the people.

Together they walked the last meters to U.A.

"It's only morning, but I'm already tired.", signed Izuku.

Since it was now raining they both had their umbrellas out.

The rain also helped to cool down their crazy hormones.

"Well no wonder.", began Michi. "You broke nearly your whole body to save Shoto-San."

A record formally scratched in Izuku's head.

Shoto-San?

Since when did Michi call Shoto, Shoto-San?!

What did he miss?

That's when they heard Tenya's voice: "Good morning, Izuku and Michi!"

"Tenya? Wearing a p-poncho and rain boots?", wonder Izuku.

Michi just deadpannend.

Somehow it fit Tenya.

"Why are you guys walking so slowly? You're going to be late!", chasted them Tenya and overtook them.

The Not-Couple raced after him.

"Late? Tenya we still have five minutes left before the bell!", reminds Michi.

"U.A. students should always arrive ten minutes early!"

Other than in Middle School, Michi and Izuku didn't have their lockers beside each other, so she had to momentarily leave the boys before the three joined up again to enter their classroom.

When they entered the classroom and got to their seats they heard how their friends and classmates talked about how they were also recognized on their way to school and how cool it was.

"Morning.", greeted Aizawa-Sensei as he entered the classroom.

Like the good students they were they greeted back.

Tsu added how their teacher didn't have his bandage anymore and how happy she was for him.

"The old lady went overboard with her treatment.", said Aizawa-Sensei bored. "More importantly, we're having a special hero informatics class today."

A lot started to panic.

What would it be?

A quiz?

But what about?

"Code names. You'll be coming up with hero names."

The whole class celebrate this.

Finally something cool!

Aizawa-Sensei activated his quirk. 

His eyes turned red, scaring his students back into their seats.

"This is related to the pro hero draft picks I mentioned the other day. The drafts begin in earnest in the second and third years, after students have gained experience and can become immediate assets to the pros. In other words, for them to extend offers to first-years like you shows that they are interested in your future potential. These offers are often cancelled if that interest dies down by graduation."

"Adults are so selfish!", grumbled Mineta.

"So we'll have to prove ourselves once we get picked, huh?", asked Hagakure their teacher.

"That's right. And here are the totals for those with offers."

Aizawa-Sensei clicked a button on a remote and on the blackboard appeared the number of offers.

Michi, Shoto and Bakugo had offers over the 3000 line, while some got like 360 and the lowest was 14.

"In other years, it's been more spread out, but all eyes were on these three this year."

"Gah, there's such a big difference!", bemoan Denki.

"Those pros don't know a good thing when they see one!", huffed Aoyama.

Meanwhile, Momo congratulated Shoto on his amazing offers, while he just said it was surely because of his father.

Ochaco shook Tenya before her with tears in her eyes since she had also some offers.

"Over 5000 offers, Michi got the jackpot!", mussed Mina.

"What jackpot?", said Michi with a dark cloud over her head. "I mean, yeah it's cool that so many Pro-Heroes want me and Ares, but it just makes it more difficult to find the right Pro-Hero to learn from."

"Well, if you say it like this...", agreed Mina.

"Midoriya, you didn't get any!", told Mineta, like Izuku didn't see it himself. "They're scared of you 'cause of the crazy way you were fighting."

Aizawa-Sensei spoke again: "Keeping these results in mind, whether or not anyone asked for you, you will all be participating in internships with pros."

"Internships?", repeat Izuku surprised.

"Yeah. At USJ, you already got to experience combat with real villains, but it will still be meaningful training for you to see pros at work firsthand."

"That's why the codenames!", said Michi. "Any hero needs his own unique name!"

"Things are suddenly getting a lot more fun!", agreed Ochaco.

"Well, those hero names are still temporary, but if you're not serious about it-"

"You'll have hell to pay later!", interrupted him Midnight. She walked into the classroom with swaying hips and confidence. "Because a lot of hero names used by students become recognized by society, and they end up becoming professional hero names!"

"Well, that's how it is. So Midnight will be making sure your names are okay. I can't do stuff like that.", declared their teacher and got his sleeping bag out. " When you give yourself a name, you get a more concrete image of what you want to be like in the future, and you can get closer to it. This is what it means when they say, "Names and natures do often agree. Like "All Might," for example."

Sturdy paper was handed out to the teenager.

Michi stared at her paper and felt how Ares was also awake for this.

"Are we going with the one we thought about?", he whispered to her.

The girl nodded.

They had decided on her hero name a long time ago, so she wrote it beautifully down.

After a few minutes, Aizawa-Sensei had fallen asleep, Midnight called into the class to present their names starting with those who were ready.

Some panicked, others got excited.

The first who got up to the front was Aoyama.

"Here I go "Shining Hero: 'I can not stop twinkling'"! Which means, you can't stop my sparkles!"

It's a sentence! thought most of the class in disbelief.

"It'll be easier to use if you take out the "I" and shorten the "can not" to "can't.", advised Midnight.

"You're right, mademoiselle."

Nearly anyone shouted: "It's okay?"

"Anyway, choose one language and stick to it!", added Michi.

"Then, I'll go next.", sang Mina happily. "Hero name, "Alien Queen"!"

"Are you trying for the thing with acidic blood? I wouldn't if I were you!", shouted Midnight.

Defeated Mina got back to her seat.

Idiot! Since the first ones were weird, it feels like we're supposed to make them funny now! 

Then Tsu raised her hand and asked if she could go.

"I've had this in mind ever since I was in elementary school. "Rainy Season Hero: Froppy""

"That's so cute! It seems friendly.", praised Midnight. "I like it! It's a great example of a name that everyone will love! "

The class agreed full-heartedly and chorsed loud Froppy!

Then it was Kirishima's turn who pay homage to the Chivalrous Hero: Crimson Riot.

His name is Red Roit.

Kyoka called herself the: "Hearing Hero: Earphone Jack!

Shoji chooses "Tentacle Hero: Tentacole".

Sero was simple and nice: Taping Hero: Cellophane.

Ojiro took Martial Arts Hero: Tailman.

Then Michi stepped forward.

"That's a name Ares and I brainstormed. The Warrior Hero: Atheres. A mix between Athena, the Goddes of War and Ares, the God of War. It also shows how only when Ares and I are together are we strong."

"What a nice-sounding name and meaning behind it! Good job, Michi and Ares!", praised Midnight.

Then it got fast after Michi.

Pinky was Mina.

Denki took Chargebolt.

Hagakure could only be Invisible Girl.

Momo came up with Creati.

And Shoto...with Shoto?

Erm, what?

But it was okay.

Tokoyami named hismelf after Tsukuyomi.

The little perv Mineta named himself Grape Juice.

The sweet Koji had chosen Anima.

And then it was Bakugo's turn.

"King Explosion Murder.", he yelled into the class.

All stared at him.

"You probably shouldn't use something like that.", advised Midnight.

"Why not?!"

"You should be "Explosion Boy"!", called Kirishima with a smirk.

The two boys squabbled, while Ochaco presented her name: Uravity.

"Sounds stylish!", mussed Midnight. "Choosing hero names is going more smoothly than I thought it would! All that's left is Bakugo, who needs to rethink his, and Iida. And Midoriya, right?"

Strangely Tenya took also his first name.

Michi had a bad feeling about this.

She didn't know why, but the look in her friend's eyes made her worry.

"Midoriya, are you ready?", asked Midnight.

"Y-Yes! It's gotta be this."

All stared at the name he wrote.

Deku?

Really?

Only Michi and Ochaco looked at each other and pointed at the other.

"Midoriya? Are you really okay with that?", wondered Denki.

"You might be called that forever, you know.", warned Kirishima.

"Yeah. I didn't like this name until now. But someone changed the meaning of it and someone important to me gave it their blessing, and that had a huge impact on me. It made me really happy. This is my hero's name! "

Ochaco held a paper up so Michi could only see it: Someone important gave their blessing?! If it weren't for you he wouldn't take my silly nickname as hero name. IzuChi is sailing!

Michi just made a face and held her own paper up: Don't give us a shipname, please! We are not an Anime!

Yeah, it's more of a fanfic.

What?

What?

Meanwhile, Bakugo got to the front to show his second idea for his hero's name.

"Lord Explosion Murder!"

"No, that's still no good.", said Midnight done.

Since it was impossible that Bakugo would find a name today which was suitable they continued on.

Aizawa-Sensei got out of his sleeping bag and explained: "Now that everyone's decided on their hero names, we'll go back to talking about the internships. They will last for a week. As for where you'll have them, those who had offers from pros will be given your own lists, so you can choose from those yourself. Those who didn't have offers will choose from among forty agencies around the country that will be accepting our interns. They all work in different places and have different specialities."

"For example, Thirteen would be focused on rescues from accidents and disasters more than fighting villains.", gave Midnight an example.

They hand out the offers to the students.

"Think carefully before you choose."

"Yes, sir!"

"Turn in your choices before the weekend."

"We've only got two days?! "

"Make your decision efficiently. Dismissed."

/*/

It was now Lunch Time and the teens could take a better look at their offers.

Michi's left eye twitched as she saw all the names.

How the heck should she choose from?!

"Okay, I will mark the Pro Hero I like and the Pro-Hero I could learn from.", she mumbled to herself and Ares.

"Can I participate too?", asked the ribbon.

"Sure, you will be the blue marker."

She took out three markers and the two began to highlight the Pro-Heros in the colours of the category they had decided on earlier.

They both were so deep in thought, that they didn't hear how the others made their own decisions.

That's when they read a Pro-Hero Name on the list, which made them both wide-eyed.

"What the?", mumbled Ares.

"What could possible HE want from us?!", wondered Michi.

This offer was fishy...but also tempting.

She marked it.

If Ares could frown he would.

"I hope you know what you do..."

"I'm just thinking and curious nothing more..."

/*/

The rainy day ended with a beautiful sunset as Izuku, Michi and Ochaco made their way towards the station.

Tenya had already left.

Izuku suspected their friend had already chosen an agency and was off to bring the document to Aizawa.

Also after All Might weird appearance, Izuku told the girls how he got a nomination.

When Ochaco left them, Izuku explained silently to Michi how this Gran Torino was on old allie of All Might and knew about One For All.

This was good maybe he could help Izuku to master the Quirk.

As they two had to part ways, Michi felt a cold breeze playing with her hair.

Shuddering she looked around but there was nothing.

"What is it whirlwind?", wanted Ares to know.

"It's strange...I have a feeling...this is the beginning of something, but of what...I'm not sure...or if it's good."

[petitelepus]

Big Blind Love, Part 8

Teacher!Gyomei Himejima X Fem!Reader

Summary: It's the morning after partying and drinking and you wake up at Gyomei's place. Did something happen? Is something going to happen? Something sweet perhaps

Warnings: None

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Female Reader, Student Reader, Gyomei Himejima, Teacher Gyomei Himejima

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16

You sighed tiredly as you nuzzled against the soft pillow… Oh, how nice the pillow smelled, absolutely amazing. What was it, sandalwood and warm spices? It smelled so relaxing, comforting and so familiar. It smelled like your beloved Gyomei.

Wait, your beloved? Gyomei?

Suddenly you realized that you didn't remember anything from last night. Not what happened and not where you had ended up in. Your eyes snapped open and you bounced up, fearing the worst as you threw the blanket aside and looked at what you were wearing.

"Oh thank God…!" You sighed as you saw that you were still wearing the dress from last night. But the big question was, where were you?

You looked around and saw that you were in a pretty modest and minimalistic bedroom, but you didn't know whose bedroom it was. What happened last night? You could remember that you went out with Gyomei and had fun with other teachers and Sir Uzui's wives… But you couldn't remember half of the night?

There was a soft knock on the door, followed by a familiar voice, "Young lady?"

"G- Gyomei?" You called his name and you tried to get up but you got tangled in the blanket and you fell out of bed with a loud thud, "Ouch!"

"Young lady!" Gyomei called your name, followed by the door slamming open and the giant partner of yours quickly stepping into the room, "What happened?!"

"Oh, uh…" You blushed in embarrassment, "I fell out of bed…"

"Here…" Gyomei walked to you and picked you up like you weighed nothing, "I'll help you up…"

"Thank you." You thanked him as you were seated by the bed's edge and the loving partner of yours sat next to you. "How are you feeling? Any headache, nausea, or anything else?"

"I…" You blinked in confusion, "No, none of those? Why I'm not feeling any of those? Shouldn't I be sick now or something?"

"It must be because of your genetics." Gyomei said as he reached over with his hand and gently pet the top of your head, "Your age, gender, weight, and such may affect how your body handles alcohol."

"Huh," You smiled, "I guess I got lucky?"

"I think so also."

"But… You aren't hungover either?" You were genuinely confused and your partner smiled, "I didn't drink that much."

"Really?"

"I'm a large man, little one." Gyomei said, mildly amused, "It takes a lot more than a couple of drinks to take me down."

"I see," You nodded, "If I may ask… What happened last night? I can remember some little things, but most are blurred to me."

"You had a nice chat with Tengen's wives Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma," Gyomei said, but he decided to leave out the part where you had told the wives when and how you had fallen for the huge blind man, "You seemed to have fun with them."

"Oh no, now I'm sad that I can't remember." You frowned a little, "Did I… Did I say anything weird or embarrassing yesterday?"

"You said pretty many things," Your partner replied and you groaned as you covered your face in embarrassment. "Oh God, am I a chatty drunk?"

"I would rather call you drowsy."

You growled quietly as you rubbed your tired eyes and noticed that your hand was smeared with makeup.

"Aww, crap!" You cursed as you quickly glanced at the pillow you had used and to your horror his pillow was stained with your makeup.

"Ah, I'm so sorry Gyomei!" You apologized, much to his confusion, "Why, what is wrong?"

"I ruined your pillow…." You said as you reached for the soft pillow, "I'm taking the pillowcase with me so I can wash it for you."

"You can just leave it for me to wash. I don't mind." Gyomei said before adding, "I can't exactly see it so I don't mind some stains."

"Ah, true… I'm so happy you can't see me right now." You chuckled, and he frowned, "What makes you say so?"

"I must look awful with over half of my makeup on your pillow." You said and he shook his head as he gently touched your back and used it to move his hand to your face and gently cup your soft cheek, "What I wouldn't give for a chance to see you."

"Oh," You blinked as you blushed, but Gyomei still smiled, "Either way, I think you are still beautiful."

"You're too kind to me…" You said when a question popped into your mind, "If I slept here… Where did you sleep?"

"I slept on the couch." He replied and you gasped, "What!? But-!"

"Do not worry, my couch is designed for large people like me. Just like my bed and shower are also." Gyomei told you and you nodded, "Ah, okay. Umm… Speaking of shower… Do you think I could take one?"

"Of course," Gyomei smiled as he got up and you watched him walk to his closet and bring a towel for you, "Here you go, little one."

"Thank you!" You smiled as you accepted the towel and let him lead you to the bathroom. Just like he said, it was huge also.

"Take all the time you need." He said as he closed the door behind him, leaving you alone in his huge bathroom. You took off your clothes from last night and took a quick hot shower.

While you were showering, Gyomei was thinking about what you had said about him and what you had said to him last night. Like, how you told Tengen's wives how you fell for the huge man in the first place for his kindness? And how you told him how you felt safe in his arms.

Both confessions made him feel so happy. The fact that you thought he was compassionate and how his large body made you feel safe? It made him feel like he was enough for you.

Gyomei's sharp ears picked up the sound, or rather lack of it and he figured that you must have been done with your shower. You were quick, despite Gyomei telling you that you could take all the time you needed.

The door to the bathroom clicked open and the man listened carefully as you made your way to his living room where he was sitting on his couch.

"Gyomei?" You asked and the huge man looked in your direction, "Yes, my beloved?"

"Thank you for letting me stay at your place." You thanked him kindly before adding, "If I may, could I take you out for lunch? As a date, I mean? But only if you want to!"

"Oh, little one…" Gyomei nodded, "I would like that very much."

"Great!" You smiled happily, "Is there any special place you would like to go? You can choose whatever you might want!"

"Alright. I'm ready to go when you are."

"No better time like the present?" You said and he could hear a smile in your voice.

"Very well, let's head out then." Gyomei nodded, as he and you went to put your shoes on and left the apartment. The sun was up and shining brightly, not a single cloud in the bright blue sky. Perfect weather.

"Please lead me where you want to go?" You asked and the huge man nodded as he started to lead you to his favorite lunch place. "I'm paying then-!"

"Absolutely not!" You snapped gently, "It's my treat now!"

"Little one, I eat-!"

"And I pay! Or else…!" You said as you grinned, "I'll tickle you!"

"I'm sorry but I'm not that ticklish," Gyomei replied, but you only shook your head stubbornly, "I'll bribe the waiter."

The man frowned as he felt like he couldn't win this no matter what he would say.

"Alright then." He nodded in defeat, "I accept."

"Jay!" You cheered happily and the two of you started to talk about the restaurant and how Gyomei was regular there and the staff knew his order by memory.

As you talked, you suddenly asked, "Can I ask something? Something personal?"

"Of course." The huge man said, "Ask me anything."

"I would like to give you a sweet nickname, so… Can I call you darling?"

"That…" Gyomei nodded as tears collected in his eyes, "That would make me very happy."

"Ah, please don't cry!" You said but it was too late, tears were already streaming down your beloved's face, "I'm sorry, your loving gesture took me off-guard."

"Here!" You quickly reached for your purse for a small packet of tissues and offered one for him, "Please wipe those tears… Darling?"

Your sweet nickname only made Gyomei cry harder and take more and more of your tissues so he could wipe his face clean. It took a small moment, but finally, he was able to stop crying.

"I'm sorry…" He apologized, but you just smiled as you gently grabbed his big hand and brought it to your face so you could kiss those knuckles, "My darling, you've done nothing wrong."

"You're… So kind…!"

"Let's get you something to eat, alright darling?" You asked as you two continued to walk towards the restaurant…

And Gyomei couldn't help but notice how you didn't let go of his hand. No, you held it in yours and occasionally you gave him a reassuring squeeze, like letting him know you were there. It warmed his heart and soul.

[bonesandthebees]

hehehe>:)

so i did end up finding you describing a shirt as smelling like lavender in one of your fics. it was a hand-me-down from wilbur to tommy in world forgetting.

"It smelled like lavender fabric softener with the faintest hint of sandalwood, and while no memories came flooding back into his head, he couldn’t deny the deja vu he got from holding it in his hands."

and while the shirt isn't really wilbur's anymore, i would assume everyone in the family uses the same laundry stuffs. so in this fic wilbur must smell like lavender AND sandalwood:)

i would just like to take the time to say i absolutely love world forgetting and you deserve all the love and support on this earth okie bye!!

damn you pulled out the receipts I literally had no memory of that LMAO. but hey sandalwood at least that's consistent!! no idea why I chose those scents but there you go guess it's just a vibe check thing

aww thank you so much i'm so glad you enjoyed!!

[burdenedwithfaith]

Aww, the anons are biting you? That means they like you! ... or you taste good. Do you use a particular body wash?

Yes, yes, I'm sure I do, but that's no excuse.

I mean, just something sandalwood scented, but I doubt sandalwood tastes good.

[the-scouts-codex]

Summary: “A Housewarden meeting?” Renmu repeats. “Yes, a Housewarden meeting. Normally Housewardens are elected by previous Housewardens and or by challenging one for the position.” The Headmage explained, “Since Ramshackle is still considered a dorm, and You and Grim have taken residence in it, this makes you Housewarden of Ramshackle. Therefore, you now attend Housewarden meetings.”

Scout's Notes: This fic is 11,333 words. Yes, that is a lot of words lol. So I will be posting my work in parts. This is part two.

Part one is found here.

This fic is also found on A03 here. Thescoutscodex

Renmu quickly rushed to the Hall of Mirrors. He didn’t want to be late for the party. He would rather be early than late. It was his party after all. Renmu looked for the Mirror that resembled the sea. It was the third Mirror in the room. Renmu took a breath before hopping through it. He was still afraid of going through the Mirrors. It made him uncomfortable. Once the magic effects wore off, Renmu was met with the one most beautiful sight he has ever seen. The dorm was halfway submerged underwater. The building was made from rock and coral. Shells, clams, and coral decorated the outside parts of the dorm. A giant stone tentacle was wrapped around one of the towers of the building. The dorm's insignia was hung at the tip of the tentacle. “It’s beautiful isn’t it.” Renmu turned around surprised. It was Cater. He was snapping a few pictures of the dorm and the surrounding ocean. “It is.” Renmu mumbled. Cater smiled at Renmu. “Let’s go inside. Riddle will have everyone's heads if we aren’t there in a timely fashion.” Cater led the way for Renmu. They walked up the stone stepped pathway up to the entrance of the dorm. “You smell yummy, what do you have on, hon?” Cater asked, sniffing Renmu. Renmu flushed red. “It’s cologne. It’s “The Alluring Rose” by the Poison Apple company or something like that.” “Eh!?” Cater yelled. “That stuff is mega expensive and hard to get! They say that each person smells it differently on the holder's skin.” “Oh, so what did you smell?” Renmu asked.

Cater hums in thought. He grabs Renmu and sniffs his throat. Renmu tenses instantly and crumples on himself. “Roses, sage and Sandalwood.” Cater says with a smirk. “Where did you even get a bottle of that?” “It was a gift from Sam.” “Aww that’s sweet of him. You’re totes lucky.” Cater held the door open for Renmu. The interior hallway was breathtaking. Renmu pulled out his phone and snapped a few photos along with Cater. He had to paint this one day. The Hallway was underwater. The undersea life was visible through the glass dome around them. The waved patterned floor molding fit the atmosphere along with the shell patterned trim that adorned the edges of the floor. The floors were a smooth and shiny purple marble, with light blue swirls going through it. Even though it was dark, the blues and purples of the sea were captivating. “This place reminds me of an Aquarium.” Renmu said in awe. “It sure does.” Cater replied. Cater walked closer to Renmu and sniffed him again. Renmu chuckled and nudged Cater. “I’m sorry, you shouldn’t smell so yummy.” Cater said, pouting.

They walked the rest of the way in silence. The lounge was outside apparently. They had to walk through the main dorm to get to the ramp that led to the Mostro Lounge. The ramp was a winding path that descended into a building. The exterior looked like an eel maybe? The entrance was in its mouth. Renmu looked side to side as he walked down. Cater realized his anxiousness and put his arm around his waist. “Don’t worry, hon. I won’t let you fall.”

Renmu blushed at the pet name. He would never get used to Cater’s boldness. It was normal for Cater to give people cute pet names, but that didn’t mean they caught Renmu off guard. They arrived at the mouth of the lounge. Cater, like the gentleman he was, walked ahead and opened the door for Renmu. Renmu gave him a curt curtsy before going inside, making them both laugh. Once they got inside, Renmu gasped in awe. The lounge was beautiful. The most beautiful part was the giant window that showed off the undersea life. It was enormous. There were light blue jellyfish lights hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the water on the other side and the dark room within. There was a ramp, lit up by blue floor lights, that led to a secluded section of the Lounge next to a bar. Jellyfish lights and pink magestone torches illuminated the section. There were two tall blue haired guys sitting in one other mahogany leather booth. Riddle was stuck between them pouting. You could barely see him since he was so small compared to him. “Uh oh, looks like they got our poor Riddle again.” Cater said “Hey Riddle!” Cater yelled, waving.

Riddle’s head shot up. He quickly scooted from in between them and rushed to Cater. “You looked like you were stuck in a slimy situation.” Cater said, smiling. “I was. Floyd doesn’t know when to quit.” Riddle said, annoyed.

Riddle was in his dorm uniform. He really looked like a queen in that outfit. He had an opposing red and black cape that hung off his left shoulder, a small gold crown on his redhead. Many pins and buttons on his left breast. Lapples formed a black and red heart at the center, and a sash around his waist with a huge pin with an “H” in the center. The red, white and black jacket he wore flared out at his hips, forming a skirt and train that ended behind his knees. Tall red, black ,and gold knee high high heels that made him just as tall as Renmu now. Even in the dark lighting, you couldn't miss the red eyeliner around his gray eyes. Truly a sight to behold. “Renmu, I’m glad you made it here in a timely fashion.” Riddle said, putting his gloved hand on his hip. “Queen of Hearts Law 06: One must not be late to an important gathering.’’ Renmu recited. Riddle smiled brightly. “If only my students were as diligent as you.” Renmu smiled meekly from behind his hood. “Boo, Riddle likes Renmu more.” Cater said, pouting. Riddle shook his head. “I would like it if you worked more diligently, Cater.” Cater whined. Riddle began to sniff around Cater curiously. “Did you eat Strawberries?” He asked. Cater shook his head. “It might be Renmu. He’s wearing enchanted Cologne.” Cater said with a smirk.

Riddle sniffed Renmu. Renmu froze up at how close Riddle was now. “Smells like Roses.” Then he sniffed him again. “Strawberry tarts,” Then again ”Vanilla cake.”

Cater laughed at Riddle's eagerness to sniff Renmu. “Why on earth are you wearing Enchanted cologne?” Riddle asked flustered. “I didn't know it was enchanted.” Renmu explained. “It was a gift and the bottle looked pretty…” “It's “The Alluring Rose” by the Poison Apple company.” Cater commented. Riddle gasped. “That stuff is super expensive, let alone a Cologne you would wear on a date. It’s supposed to make the people around you smell their favorite scent on you.”

Renmu groaned. Sam did this on purpose didn’t he. He can image Sam laughing to himself at the prospect of Renmu being chased by Houswardnes and everyone around him. “Goldfish, why did you leave?” A voice drew out.

For the second time tonight, Renmu was met with the two most tallest guys he has ever seen. They were giants. There were also twins, which Renmu thought was cool. They wore black suits with an ashen gray scarf around their necks, Purple button downs through one of the twins' clothing was unbuttoned and his white tie wasn't done unlike the others that was. Both had white gloves on and black and white oxfords. Black fedora with a gray band on top of their light blue hair. The taller twin's pants were cropped, exposing his purple socks. To be honest, their dorm uniform looked more “Normal” than Heartslabyul’s. “Floyd Leach, for the last time, I’m not a goldfish!” Riddle yelled. “Eh, but when you get mad, your face turns red like a goldfish and you’re tiny too.” Floyd said lazily.

Riddle looked even madder. His face contorted into rage. Floyd laughed then looked at Renmu. His gold and brown eyes stared at him curiously as he bent down and sniffed him. “Who’s this shrimp that smells like sea salt?” He asked, poking Renmu’s chest. “That’s the new Housewarden, Renmu Yuu.” Cater said, cheekily. Floyd hummed. “Shrimpy smells like the sea. Oi, Jade, smell him.” His twin brother Jade, walked over to Renmu and sniffed him. Renmu was trying so hard not to freak out. “Indeed Floyd he does.” He said with a sharp tooth smile. “Were these two not human!?” Renmu thought. “Well, I am a stickler for formal introductions. I’m Jade Leach, the Vice Housewarden of Octavinelle.” “I’m his twin brother, Floyd Leach. Hey, can I squeeze you until you pop?” Floyd asks innocently. “U-Until I pop?” Renmu asked, worriedly. “Floyd, you may not squeeze a potential client-I mean, potential friend of ours.”

Another student made himself known behind Renmu. He was wearing a similar outfit to the twins. His black fedora had a purple conch shell at the band. He too wore a black suit with the scarf around his neck but he had an ashen gray coat that draped over his shoulders. He also wore a white button down instead of the purple one. Instead of black and white oxfords, he wore solid black ones. He held a silver octopus cane in his left gloved hand. A white gem was in the center, wrapped around one of its tentacles. “You must be Renmu, the new prefect, yes?” He asked, pushing up his glasses. The tone of his voice had a cunning air to it. “Yes, I am.” Renmu mumbled. “Azul Ashengrotto, the Housewarden of Octavinelle, owner of Mostro Lounge.” He said with confidence as he held out his hand, which Renmu shook. “Azul, sniff him.” Floyd demanded. “He rather smells like home.” Jade chimed in. Renmu tensed up. “That-That won’t be ness-” Renmu was cut off by Azul sniffing him. “He does. I assume you are wearing an Enchanted Cologne?” He asked. Renmu nodded. “Now, let us sit and chat as we wait for the others.” Azul said, walking up to the booth.

Floyd took it upon himself to smuggle Renmu onto their side of the booth, putting him in between him and his twin. Azul sat on the opposite side of Floyd in the middle. Riddle and Cater were across from them. Soon after, Trey emerged from the kitchen and joined them. “Sorry, I had to make sure the glaze was correct.” “You're fine.” Riddle replied.

Azul clapped his hands loudly, getting everyone's attention. A waiter scurried out with a tray of fancy looking drinks in fancy glasses. Riddle was passed a small tumbler with a pink and purple liquid inside. There were fresh strawberries on top with a sprig of mint. Cater was passed a Hurricane glass with a fizzy orange drink inside. It was sparkling as well. Trey was passed a margarita glass with a violet colored drink inside. Candied violets decorated the top. The twins had the same blue drink in a sling glass. Sea salt crusted the edges of the glasses. Azul was given a tumbler filled with a purple drink. It sparkled and sizzled. Lastly Renmu was given a beaker glass filled with a dark red drink. It smelled like pomegranates, plums, and strawberries. A black berry decorated the top. “Ooh, let me take a pic of everyone's drinks!” Cater Announced. “Must you always take a picture of everything, Cater?” Riddle asked. “Oh come on, it’ll be really quick.” Cater begged. Riddle sighed. “If you must.” “I don’t mind.” Trey said. Cater looked over at the others. “Be my guest. Be sure to tag the Lounge though you post it. I’ll send you the names of the drinks later.” Azul offered. “Sweet!” Cater snapped a few picks then stuffed his phone in his pocket. Cater and Trey were the first to take a sip of their drinks. “So zesty and spicy.” Cater said in awe. “It tastes earthy and sweet.” Trey said with a smile. Riddle then sipped his and smiled. “So sweet.”

Azul looked at Renmu. He guessed that he wanted him to taste his. Renmu took a sip of the drink. It was sweet and sour. The plums gave it a deeper taste. It was cold but as it went down this throat, it became warm. Renmu guessed this is what a magic drink tastes like. “Tates sweet and sour. So many hidden flavors.” Renmu mumbled. Azul smiled. “Glad you like it. Well, it’s only 7:30. I highly doubt the others will arrive in a timely fashion, especially those of Pomefiore, Savanaclaw, and Ignihyde.” “Yes, you know how Pomefiore is with their appearances. Jade amused. “We get the shrimpy to ourselves.” Floyd drawled. “Indeed we do. It’s no secret that you are not from here. Care to share where you come from?” Azul asked. “Oh, I come from a country called Japan.” Renmu replied. “Huh, where is that? Sounds strange.” Floyd hummed. “Well, it doesn't exist in this world.” Renmu explained. “It’s-”

The large doors burst open. A tall sun kissed beast man strolls in followed by a smaller beastman. The tall one was part lion. Renmu noticed from the way his tail looked. The smaller one was part Hyena. The lion's uniform consisted of a black leather sleeveless jacket, a sleeveless brown dashiki, allowing those toned arms to be on full display. A small forearm tattoo was exposed. Colored beads and a gold necklace hung around his thick neck, also the same was around his wrists. A large fluffy wool and cloth sash hung low around his hip. Their dorm Insignia could be seen clearly. Deep brown slacks paired with brown and gold oxfords.

The other beastman had a similar outfit. He had a black leather sleeveless jacket and the same brown dashiki but he had short sleeves. He wore one biker glove on his right hand. Instead of beads and gold around his neck, he had an orange scarf with the insignia on the front. He wore dusty acid washed jeans tucked into short brown boots. “Sorry I'm late, I didn’t wanna come.” He said sarcastically. Renmu snorted and covered his mouth. Riddle and Trey eyed him suspiciously. That would have been something he would say, if he was ever invited to an outing that is. “Leona Kingscholar, you are 6 minutes late.” Riddle announced. “Who cares. It’s only 6 minutes. Don’t get your Queen of Heart’s panties in a bunch.” He growled. Riddle's face went red in a matter of seconds. “How unclouth!” Leona waved him off as he walked up to the booth. “Move down everyone!” Cater shouted excitedly.

Everyone grabbed their drinks and scooted down the booth. Renmu scrambled up and scooted with them. Leona sat down then the other one. They now sat across from Renmu. Two drinks were brought out to them. Leona had a chalice filled with a sandy colored drink, candied meat decorated the rim. The other had a cosmopolitan glass with a sweet pink drink inside. Sprinkles decorated the rim. “So why are we here again?” Leona asked, taking a sip of his drink. “Renmu is the new Prefect of Ramshackle. We are here to get to know him and make him feel welcomed.” Azul explained coyly. “Renmu, this Leona Kingscholar, the Housewarden of Savanaclaw, the second prince of Sunset Savannah. The other is Ruggie Bucchi, his lap dog.”

Renmu was starting to wonder how many other princes there were here. “Oi, I didn’t need some royal decree.” Leona snapped. “And I ain’t his lap dog!” Ruggie yelled back.

Leona sniffed around and looked over to Renmu. Renmu internally sighed. He leaned over the table and sniffed Renmu a few times. Leona looked at Renmu judgingly. “You smell like grass.” Renmu wasn’t sure if that was a compliment. “Eh, He smells like donuts to me.” Ruggie said, confused. “Of course he would smell like donuts to you, Ruggie.” “I’m surprised that you didn’t say meat or grilled cheese.” Ruggie shot back. Leona growled at Ruggie and he snickered. “Must you always be so rude?” Riddle asked, annoyed. “Stop leaning over the table!” “Oh, be quiet. You're starting to sound like the pompous Prima dona of Pomefiore.” Leona snarled as he sat back down. “I’m a pompous what now!?”

Everyone looked over at the stairs. A tall beautiful man was standing at the of the stairs, head held high. Probably the most beautiful man he has ever seen. His hair was tied up in a tight bun, a gold crown sat upon his blonde locks. His outfit resembled a kimono. The royal purple with gold floral embroiderment along the split sleeves and collar. The black Obi accentuated his waist. He had something that resembled a red obijime that hung freely around the obi. Large tassels hung at the ends of it. Unlike kimonos, it split open, revealing a red inside the had poison apples embroidered on it. They were revealed when the light hit them just right. He wore black slacks underneath with black and gold laced high heeled boots. He truly was a sight to behold. Renmu wondered if he was a prince too. “I, Vil Schoenheit, prefer to be called the Queen of Pomefiore.”

Leona rolled his eyes. Renmu barely noticed a man behind him, holding the train of his outfit from dragging on the ground. His outfit was pretty much the same. His was a lot shorter and closed off. Instead of heeled laced boots, he had a regular heel. Instead of a gold crown on his blonde bob cut, he had a royal purple cavalier hat with a big black feather. He, too, was beautiful. The universe was really trying to make him suffer. He just wanted all those that wore heels to step on him gracefully. “Roi du Poison, you truly are a Queen.” He said excitedly. The Queen smiled confidently at his words/ “Oh no, there is no way he’s sitting next to me. We need to swap spots now.” Leona all but growled. Floyd sighed annoyed. “I don’t wanna.” “Clean cup, move down!” Cater laughed out. Trey laughed and stood up. Everyone else then stood and shuffled out of the booth. “Must you really be this childish?” Riddle asked. Leona scoffed. “Do you wanna sit next to Floyd?”

Riddle huffed and pouted. Leona and Ruggie got in first this time. Followed by Trey, Riddle and Cater. The other side was now Renmu, the blonde huntsman, his Queen, Azul, Jade and Floyd. Now that everyone was seated, a martini glass filled with purple and red sparkling drink was given to the Queen, then a wine glass filled with the same drink was given to the huntsman. Both were topped with an apple slice and edible flowers. “So you must be the new prefect, non?” Renmu looked up at the tall blonde next to him and nodded. “Such beauty you hold, Roi du mystery!” He said exaggeratedly. “You smell like amber and musk.”

Renmu flushed brightly. There was nothing beautiful about an eyebrowless freak. “I am the Vice Housewarden of Pomefiore, Rook Hunt.” “He’s wearing “The Alluring Rose” by the Poison Apple company.” Azul said with a smirk. “Marvelous!” Rook cried out. “What!?” Vil yelled, rising to his feet. “Rook, move over.” The man practically jumped into Rook's lap in an attempt to sit next to Renmu. Rook lifted him with ease by his waist and sat him down next to Renmu. The Queen grabbed Renmu’s face and sniffed him aggressively. “How did you acquire such a bottle? You smell like the freshest apples in all the land, the fairest of all the Lilies of the Valley.” He said, his purple lips pursed into a scowl. “I-It was a gift. I didn’t know it was such a big deal.” Renmu stammered. “Vil, you're making him uncomfortable.” Trey cut in. Vil backed off reluctantly. “You must show me the bottle sometime.” “Who’s still missing from our party?” Jade asked. “Scarabia and Ignihyde.” Cater informed him. “We are here, sorry we are late.”

Renmu almost fell out at how hot this guy sounded. The Universe was really trying to sabotage him. Their sun kissed skin was so rich and deep. The black red and gold reminded Renmu of an imperial dragon. The red flames adorned their black baggy pants, along with the gold jewelry that glittered and shook on their wrists, arms, hair and necks. One of them had white hair with a red headdress tied around his head. Hold shimmered from the red cloth. White tattoos spread across his arms and shoulders. He wore a long sleeveless jacket that flowed behind him. The other had long dark hair and a sleeveless hooded jacket that showed off his toned arms. His hair had some braided strands that had gold laced into it. Renmu’s heart was crying for mercy. “Kalim forgot when the party started.” The long haired one replied. “It’s 7:42, not too shabby if you ask me.” Trey commented. “Move down!” Cater announced. Everyone shuffled down the both again. Kalim was now next to Cater and then the hottie with long hair. “Is Kalim allowed to have a beverage, Jamil?” Azul asked. “Yes. I trust you won’t pull any tricks?” Jamil asked skeptically.

Azul clapped his hands again. Two drinks were swiftly brought out for Kalim and Jamil. Kalim got a pearl colored drink in a Pousse Cafe glass, Jamil had a darker drink in a Grappa glass. Their drinks smelled like cinnamon and spices. “Hmm, I smell Jamil's cooking.” Kalim said sniffing. “No wait, coconut milk!” “Funny, I smell cinnamon and bergamot.” Jamil said, sipping Kalims drink before passing it back. “That would be Roi du Mystery over here.” Rook said smiling. “At first I didn’t know why all of you were sniffing him, but now I smell Candied Violets and buttercream.” Trey added. “He’s wearing enchanted perfume.” Vil siad, swirling his drink. Jamil and Kalim looked over at Renmu. “Ah, you are the new prefect, correct? I’m Jamil Viper, Vice Housewarden of Scarabia.” “I’m Kalim Al-Asim, Housewarden of Scarabia” “Did someone invite Diasonia?” Riddle asked reluctantly. The room went silent. Riddle sighed. “I take that as a no.” “That horned freak doesn't use his phone. It’s his fault.” Leona growled. “I invited him.” Renmu replied. They all looked at Renmu in shock. “How and when!?” Cater asked. “Earlier. I went to his dorm and told him.” “You were able to just walk up and talk to him? He kinda has this intimidating air to him…” Kalim trailed off. Renmu cocked his head in confusion. “He wasn’t scary to me…” “He ain’t scary. He's an annoying horned bastard.” Leona spat. “Dear me, why do you wound me so, Kingscholar.” Leona growled and sat down. “Speak of the devil.”

Malleus and Lilia were now present. They were both handed a Goblet by the waiter filled Malleus’ with a miasma green drink. There was even green fog coming off of it. Lilia’s was red. “Are we moving down or shuffling?” Cater asked, amused. “Oh let me sit next to little Renmu.” Lilia said happily. “I guess we are shuffling.” Trey said standing. “New spot. Move down!” Cater sang.

After their brief shuffling intermission, Leona and Ruggie still went in first. Then Riddle, Trey and Cater, followed by Azul, Jade and Floyd. On the other side Jamil and Kalim scooted in first then Renmu, Lilia, Malleus, Vil, and Rook. “All we are missing is Idia Shroud.” Azul said. “Late as always.” Riddle mumbled. “I'm here.” A deep voice mumbled.

The last Housewarden had finally arrived. He was tall like a lot of the people here. Long flaming blue hair trailed behind him. He wore a black cyberpunk looking bomber jacket. Some parts were cyan. Baggy black reflective pants with a blue belt on his thigh. His boots were bulky black and blue. They looked like space boots. He grabbed a zombie glass filled with a fiery blue drink. He reluctantly sat next to Rook. His blue lips were frowned into a sad scowl. “Finally, we are all here!” Floyd whined. “I’m getting bored.” “Yes, now that everyone is here, let’s start the gathering.” Azul announced, clapping.

Thank you for reading part 2.

Part 3 can be found here.

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I LOVE them!!! Bucky is so hot and the way she handles everything is awesome!

Oh and when you told us about how different the bond can feel to different couples, that was SO interesting.

Soft music drifted from the ballroom as you stepped into the lavish venue. You’d never been to a gala before. Your family wasn’t wealthy enough to receive an invitation, nor did your last name carry any influence. The only reason you were there tonight was because of the alpha on your arm, all thanks to your boss’s insistence that you accompany him.

I'm not even sure if I would want to be there. Because of her BOSS?! No, that doesn't sound good.

You had designed a few of the dresses and suits, but none of the people wearing them would recognize you. The alpha you worked for always took the credit. Complaining about it wouldn’t help. After all, you’d only sound like an ungrateful omega and hundreds of other omegas would beg to take your place. You couldn’t wait for the day you quit.

I knew that I don't like him

“Then keep smiling,” Chet ordered through his grin. “What you do or don’t do is a reflection of me.”

If you act like a decent human being, I will smile.

You did notice a few more men looking your way. A few women as well, not hiding that they were whispering about you. Trying to hide your vulnerability, you held yourself the way you thought a goddess would. You also held yourself with pride since the dress you wore was your own design. A sleeveless black dress with a middle slit, it was bold and alluring. The glitter throughout the fabric made you shine like stars in the night sky. The finishing touch was the matching collar, a tasteful way to protect you from any alpha who even thought about marking you.

YES, act like the Queen you are! Don't let them make you feel worthless or insecure. The fact that she's wearing her own design is such an lovely detail; love it. Wait, a MATCHING collar? That's even greater! And the wish to be seen as an equal (in a relationship)? Yes, yes, YES!🎆🎊

“You’re my date. It’s my right to touch you,” he sneered. He had no right. It didn't matter if he was an alpha and he was rich. The urge to slap him across his face was so strong your palm itched. “So, get the stick out of your ass.”

Excuse me?! 😡With every second I despise this man more. The audacity! That's right, I DON'T want to sleep with you! Can someone please tell him that Women/Omegas aren't just a piece of meat to play with.

Navy your writing is excellent! I really can't stand him.😤 Corretcion, Í can't stand THEM. And no matter what, I support her should she decide to throw a drink in their face.

Little question though - that growl, was that Bucky?👀

“And not that you’d have any extra cash to tip, but it’s taken care of,” he continues, your face hot at the assumption that you couldn't afford to tip the staff. “Just behave and try not to make a fool out of either of us, you got it? Wouldn’t want your boss to hear about it if you do.” Biting back a retort, you freed yourself from his grip. There wasn’t enough liquor at this party to get you through the rest of this evening. “Don’t worry about me, alpha. Go have fun,” you said, your eyes burning as he walked away.

Yes, please leave and you don't need to return either. By the way, I am able to pay my own drinks, thank you. And don't even get me started on those double standards.

An intoxicating scent hit you out of nowhere, making you grip the bar as you inhaled. Plums, whiskey, sandalwood. The blended aromas had your mouth watering, and a whimper threatened to slip out. Your heart pounded against your ribs. Desire burned in your stomach. As quickly as the scent excited you, it seemed to wrap itself around you in a soothing embrace. How could a smell leave you hot and bothered and also feel like a hug?

Oh? He is here! Feeling like a hug? Aww, I love that.🥰

Studies over the years showed that not every bound pair was the same. Some couples felt the bond instantaneously like a firework exploding. Others felt it like a small burn that slowly consumed them over time. For a few, the spark took a long time to ignite. You couldn't ignore this burn if you tried.

That's SO interesting! Please tell me more. Please, please, please?

You welcomed the slight chill in the air as you stepped onto the large balcony. It was lit up with sparkling lights, yet it didn’t take away from the stars that shone in the sky above. The alpha who caught your eye stood by the railing, alone, like he was looking over a kingdom. You felt foolish for going out there to bother him.

So powerful, why does he look so powerful. This description is one of my favorite parts of this story!❤️

He didn’t look put off by your question, and he didn’t let go of your hand either. “I’ve come across a few delectable scents before, but I don’t think I’ve ever described anyone as divine,” he answered, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. An intense longing behind his eyes had your knees weak. “I haven’t smelled anyone like you.”

Divine? How can he be so...?

He is lethal and noone can convince me otherwise. He accepts what she says but asks to be able to really understand her point of view. Moreover, he dosn't pity her for what happend.

He parted his jacket so he could look you over. Unlike Shane leering at you earlier, Bucky seemed to take in the details of your design with a careful eye. “You made this? It’s stunning,” he said with pride that rivaled yours. You lost your breath when he ran the back of his finger along your torso, heat spreading through your body like a wildfire. “Like you.

Perfect, just perfect. She is right, he IS dangerous.

He looked almost impressed with your answer. “I appreciate your honesty,” he praised, his thumb sweeping over your lips this time. “And it won't be enough. Once I get a taste of you, I won’t let you go.” “I’m going to want you every night.” He tilted his head when you shifted in your seat. “You feel it, don't you?” The low growl Bucky emitted made the nearby guests move away, but you weren’t afraid. “Ignore it? I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else. I would've fucked you right out there on the balcony if that couple hadn't interrupted us,” he said, your body hot and needy at the thought of him fucking you while you looked out at the view. “I’m lucky finally finding you didn’t send me into a rut.”

“No, it doesn’t,” he said. There wasn't even a whiff of fear, likely because he had nothing to lose. “In fact, I think you should quit your job and move in with me.

“And all that in exchange for what? Being your whore?" He snarled, and you were delighted to hear that sound. “Trust me, doll, you may want me to fuck you like a whore, but I’ll treat you like a goddess. Like my equal,” he replied, his promise touching something deep inside you and drowning out most of your fear. He looked vulnerable, too, as he moved closer. “I know it’s a lot to have to depend on me, but with me you wouldn't have to do this on your own. My finances don’t mean I have power. You’d have power, too,” he said. You wanted to believe you would. “In fact, I think you’re the only person in this entire city who could bring me to my knees. That’s power.”

Okay, wait that's a bit fast. I won't be depending on your money or mercy.

I love that during this whole conversation, he really listens and doesn't just brush her off.

“What the hell are you doing? I said enjoy the free booze, and do not embarrass me. You can't even follow a simple instruction,” he snapped. You refused to bare your neck when he showed his teeth. He wasn’t going to embarrass you either. “The only reason you can even step foot in this place is because of me. You fucking sl-”

No, please GO AWAY! And how dare you to call her a slut?!

“She’s my mate,” Bucky said through his teeth, making Chet’s eyes bulge out of his head. “Biology may say you’re an alpha, but you’re nothing. And I’m tempted to crush your windpipe for insulting her.” He squeezed harder and smirked when Chet wheezed. “When her boss asks how the gala went, you’re going to sing her praises. If you don't, I’ll hunt you down and make sure you can never knot anyone ever again. And that’s just the start of what I'll do to you.”

Yes, show him that he shouldn't mess with her. So hot 🥵

“Thanks for the free booze, Chet. And don't worry about me getting a ride home. I think you should worry if that omega still wants you after your… performance,” you smiled, linking your arm with Bucky’s. “Have a great night.”

“Just wait until I tie you to my bed and get a real look before I fuck you. It’ll be a shame to wreck something so pretty, but you’ll thank me for it,” he replied, looking back at the road as he sped up. Oh, you’d thank him over and over. “Touch yourself, but don’t put your fingers inside.”

You moaned, an image of you on your hands and knees flashing in your mind, Bucky’s strong hands pulling you back to meet every thrust until he locked your bodies in place. You could practically feel his teeth sinking into your neck to fully seal your fate. Or would he make love to you, linking your fingers together and kissing you with care as he tenderly pushed his knot in? It didn’t matter. He’d give you everything, and you wanted it all.

Wait what? He will what?😳

Ruind but also yes please

Okay, this is kind of long, but this story is so great!

Thank you so much for writing and sharing this with us!💜

Where Worlds Collide - Intro

Pairing: Silver Fox!Sugar Daddy!Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Female Reader

Summary: Your boss forces you to be eye candy for an alpha at a gala, but things take a turn for the better when you meet another alpha. Does it matter that you don't belong in his world?

Word Count: Over 9.2k

Warnings: Smut, v. fingering, possessive behavior, dirty talk, instant connection, A/B/O dynamics, talk of bonding, misogyny, unspecified age gap, insecurities, world building, choking (not our reader… yet), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: I'm pretty proud of the intro to this world, lovelies! @whisperlullaby, @targaryenvampireslayer, @tavners, here it is! Ant thanks to @queenoftheworldisdead as well. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @mumbles411, but any and all mistakes are my own. Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Soft music drifted from the ballroom as you stepped into the lavish venue. You’d never been to a gala before. Your family wasn’t wealthy enough to receive an invitation, nor did your last name carry any influence. The only reason you were there tonight was because of the alpha on your arm, all thanks to your boss’s insistence that you accompany him.

It was an evening of style, grace, and luxury, and you didn’t belong.

You held your breath as you walked deeper into the ballroom, the glittering chandeliers casting a refined glow over everything. A mix of alphas, betas, and omegas socialized and gossiped, their glamorous evening wear glittering under the lights. You had designed a few of the dresses and suits, but none of the people wearing them would recognize you. The alpha you worked for always took the credit. Complaining about it wouldn’t help. After all, you’d only sound like an ungrateful omega and hundreds of other omegas would beg to take your place.

You couldn’t wait for the day you quit.

Chet’s grip on your arm brought you back to the present. “Keep quiet and smile,” he ordered, a haughty expression on his face as he led you through the place. You didn't want to judge all men named Chet, but you had pegged him as a douchebag the second he went in for his fitting and he was proving you right. You couldn't even enjoy that he was objectively handsome since his personality made him less attractive.

“I am smiling,” you said. Wrinkling your nose at the overwhelming mix of scents and expensive colognes and perfumes, you did your best to make your smile look natural. The servers looked like they were doing the same as they served everyone. It was strange how a room so enormous could make someone feel so small.

“Then keep smiling,” Chet ordered through his grin. “What you do or don’t do is a reflection of me.”

“I know,” you muttered. Because it was all about him and you were just his omega arm candy. You really should’ve demanded overtime pay from your boss, but that conversation wouldn’t have ended well.

“As it stands, perhaps I made the right choice by bringing you,” he said, nodding to a few older gentlemen. “I can smell their envy.”

You did notice a few more men looking your way. A few women as well, not hiding that they were whispering about you. Trying to hide your vulnerability, you held yourself the way you thought a goddess would. You also held yourself with pride since the dress you wore was your own design. A sleeveless black dress with a middle slit, it was bold and alluring. The glitter throughout the fabric made you shine like stars in the night sky. The finishing touch was the matching collar, a tasteful way to protect you from any alpha who even thought about marking you.

Reaching up instinctively to run a hand over your collar, you felt your heart ache. Your inner omega wanted a mark, but the thought of being tied to someone was somewhat terrifying. You respected omegas who wanted to go the traditional route by staying home and being submissive, but you didn’t want to be submissive outside of the bedroom. You wanted a partner who would view you as an equal.

Your false confidence didn’t last long when Chet’s grip on you tightened, your body immediately going stiff. You’d have to take a long shower and dry clean your dress just to get rid of his scent. “Loosen up,” he ordered.

“Maybe I’d loosen up if you weren’t digging your fingers in,” you whispered.

“You’re my date. It’s my right to touch you,” he sneered. He had no right. It didn't matter if he was an alpha and he was rich. The urge to slap him across his face was so strong your palm itched. “So, get the stick out of your ass.”

A shiver rolled down your spine when you heard a low growl come from another alpha. Glancing around, you didn’t see anyone looking directly at you. It probably had nothing to do with you because why would anyone care if an alpha was bossing you around?

Chet’s hold on you loosened nonetheless. “And just so we’re clear, you have no intention of sleeping with me?” he asked as an omega in a revealing dress sauntered by. Your date didn’t bother to hide how he was undressing her with his eyes.

“That’s right,” you said. You made it clear to your boss that sex wasn’t an option, and he was oddly on your side. Maybe he thought Chet could sway you if he tried hard enough. If he even thought of using some sort of alpha command on you, nothing would stop you from lashing out and making him sorry.

“Then you’ll have no problem finding your own ride home should I choose to leave with someone else,” he said.

“So, I can’t make you look bad, but you can leave with another omega?” you asked.

“You got it. You’re smarter than you look.” He tapped your nose with a condescending grin. “And here I thought you were just a pretty face.”

The prick was pushing his luck. “Listen you-”

“Chet, my boy! Good to see you!” A man interrupted, uncaring that you were speaking.

“Shane,” Chet smiled. “Always a pleasure.”

The bulky alpha shamelessly looked you over, his scent almost making you choke on your next breath. “And who might this be?”

“Pretty, isn't she?” Chet cut in before you could answer, puffing his chest out. “Doesn't say much, but I’m not exactly interested in her conversational skills, am I?”

You bit your tongue when they chuckled. Be seen and not heard. It was insulting.

“Come join me, but leave the omega,” Shane said unapologetically, taking another look at your chest. What would happen if you threw a drink in his face? “As entertaining as she would be, we have business to discuss, and we don’t need the distraction.”

“Of course,” Chet smiled, turning you toward the bar as Shane walked away. “Since he doesn't want you around, why don't you take advantage of the free drinks until I get back?”

“I’m not-”

“And not that you’d have any extra cash to tip, but it’s taken care of,” he continues, your face hot at the assumption that you couldn't afford to tip the staff. “Just behave and try not to make a fool out of either of us, you got it? Wouldn’t want your boss to hear about it if you do.”

Biting back a retort, you freed yourself from his grip. There wasn’t enough liquor at this party to get you through the rest of this evening. “Don’t worry about me, alpha. Go have fun,” you said, your eyes burning as he walked away. A few heads turned your way when your scent soured. It wasn’t enough that you had to attend an event where you didn’t belong, but your date just had to rub salt in the open wound by reminding you of such. “Fucking asshole,” you muttered, making your way over to the bar to order a drink.

Plastering a smile back on your face when you got the bartender’s attention, you ordered a whiskey on the rocks. You wanted something that would go down smooth but leave a little burn. You also preferred opting to watch the bartender make a drink in front of you instead of grabbing a glass of already poured champagne. The drinks were likely fine, but better safe than sorry. And like hell would you accept a drink from your sorry excuse for a “date” if he offered you one. He was lucky you-

An intoxicating scent hit you out of nowhere, making you grip the bar as you inhaled. Plums, whiskey, sandalwood. The blended aromas had your mouth watering, and a whimper threatened to slip out. Your heart pounded against your ribs. Desire burned in your stomach. As quickly as the scent excited you, it seemed to wrap itself around you in a soothing embrace. How could a smell leave you hot and bothered and also feel like a hug?

No… It couldn’t be your mate.

You caught a small movement out of the corner of your eye, and you stopped breathing when you found a pair of blue eyes fixed on you that belonged to a devilishly handsome man. He leaned against the wall, his wool-blend black suit fitting his thick body like second skin. Streaks of gray lined his luscious brown hair and peppered his beard, too. He looked like the kind of alpha who would have omegas kneeling at his feet, and it frightened you how badly you wanted to get on your hands and knees and crawl toward him.

His. Mine.

Lifting his tumbler to his lips, he kept his eyes on you as he sipped the expensive liquor. You wanted to look away but couldn't as the air crackled between you. He had you under some sort of trance you couldn't snap yourself out of. As frightening as it was to have a scent hit you so strongly, a feeling like this hit you square in the chest, the thought of him staring at another omega that way nearly made you hiss because you didn't want anyone else on the receiving end of those blue eyes.

He smirked like he read your mind and pushed himself off the wall. You did whimper out loud when you realized just how large he was. Dominant, assertive, yet there was something almost playful in his smirk when he finally broke his gaze. You greedily inhaled with the hope of catching more of his scent when he strode toward the nearby balcony, smooth and fluid as a server quickly took the empty tumbler from his hand. The men at the gala were all posturing, but no one could match the confidence of that alpha.

So how were people not surrounding him, begging for a scrap of attention? Was he untouchable among those who deemed themselves untouchable? He certainly didn’t look like the kind of man who chased after anyone. No, people went to him.

He wanted you to follow him, right?

Downing your drink in one gulp, your feet moved before you could stop yourself. “I don’t need this alpha,” you whispered, the words bitter in your mouth as you followed his path. If you were smart, you’d walk the other way and not look back. Yet the thought of never seeing him again made your heart ache in a way you didn’t want to examine.

Does he know?

Studies over the years showed that not every bound pair was the same. Some couples felt the bond instantaneously like a firework exploding. Others felt it like a small burn that slowly consumed them over time. For a few, the spark took a long time to ignite. You couldn't ignore this burn if you tried.

You welcomed the slight chill in the air as you stepped onto the large balcony. It was lit up with sparkling lights, yet it didn’t take away from the stars that shone in the sky above. The alpha who caught your eye stood by the railing, alone, like he was looking over a kingdom. You felt foolish for going out there to bother him.

Steeling yourself with false confidence again, you walked over to stand beside him. You weren’t close enough to touch him, wanting to leave him a respectable amount of space. You could always use the excuse that you just needed some fresh air if he asked what you were doing.

Stealing a glance at him, you didn’t want to believe that you had a true connection with this man, that he could be your mate. No way would an omega like you be his match. Would he even want an omega like you? One with dreams to do more, be more?

“Beautiful,” he said, his voice thick like honey and the whiskey you drank. Of course, his voice would be a powerful weapon. But he wasn’t scenting you, or trying to tear your collar off, or doing anything to indicate that he felt the sort of spark you had. Maybe that was for the best.

“It is,” you sighed, looking out at the view. You couldn’t deny the beauty and how much easier it was to breathe since you weren’t surrounded by the suffocating bodies and scents. “It really is something.”

“I was talking about you.”

You whipped your head toward him so quickly you nearly hurt your neck. The flare of heat in his eyes hypnotized you again, but this time you didn’t want him to draw you in. A man of his stature, his power, he could chew you up, spit you out, and leave you a shell of yourself. But seeing him up close, his laugh lines, and the touch of softness in his gaze, you wanted to know all about him and the life he lived.

You were in so much trouble.

“Thank you,” you breathed.

“I don't think I’ve seen you at a gala before. I would've remembered you,” he stated. You weren't sure what to say to that. “I’m James, but you can call me Bucky if you’d like.”

You blinked a few times. “You’re James Barnes,” you whispered, not having to belong in the inner circle to know who he was.

James Buchanan Barnes. One of the wealthiest alphas in the city, his family came from money and it was no secret that Bucky, as he liked to go by, wasn’t bound to anyone. People assumed that he didn't want to share his wealth with anyone beyond his charitable donations, or that he was either extremely picky in choosing a mate. And here he was talking to you. This was the man you thought could be your mate.

You were in way over your head.

“I am,” he said, looking at you expectantly.

It took a moment, but your name tumbled from your lips as you shifted toward him. He inhaled when a breeze rolled in and you hoped your scent got to him the way his scent got to you. The way his eyes darkened, it had. Your inner omega wanted to purr with delight.

Time stood still when he took your hand and brought it to his lips. “It’s a pleasure,” he whispered, his lips brushing your knuckles. “I hope you don’t mind me being forward, but…”

“But what?”

You held your breath when he turned your hand and ran his nose along your wrist with a small growl. It was bold, intimate, possessive, and you got impossibly wet from the action. Had Chet or another alpha done that, it would've been a different story. “You smell divine,” he whispered against your skin.

You whined before your inner hackles went up, making him pull his mouth away immediately. He at least had some level of respect and sensed the shift in your stance. “How many omegas have you said that and done that to?” you asked when you had no right to feel jealous.

He didn’t look put off by your question, and he didn’t let go of your hand either. “I’ve come across a few delectable scents before, but I don’t think I’ve ever described anyone as divine,” he answered, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. An intense longing behind his eyes had your knees weak. “I haven’t smelled anyone like you.”

This alpha was telling the truth, but he wasn't a boy scout either. He knew how to fuck, you could tell, and he likely broke hearts without intending to. You didn’t want to be the next victim if a quick fuck was all he was looking for.

“I haven’t smelled anyone like you either,” you admitted, grudgingly pulling away. His heady scent made it hard to concentrate. And standing close to a man who wore a suit that cost more than half a year’s rent was another reminder that you were a girl playing dress up, nothing more. “I should go. I shouldn’t be here.”

Bucky stopped you from turning away, his grip on your arms tender so you wouldn’t feel threatened. “And why is that?”

“Because I don’t belong here, and I don’t expect you to understand that,” you replied.

It was bad enough to let your guard down by following him out there, and you couldn’t let him seduce you more than he already had. You were lucky the very presence of him didn't trigger your heat. And how would your story end? He was a rich alpha, and you were a struggling omega. Was happiness really in the cards?

Your eyes widened when you heard the rumble in his chest, his scent producing a soothing aura that wrapped around you. Your lip trembled slightly as the rumble faded. Bucky could’ve let you walk away, yet he was comforting you. It made you want to cry.

“I may understand better than you think,” he whispered. Did he? Did he feel alone in that crowd of people there? “But help me understand why you feel that way.”

You rapidly blinked to keep the tears at bay. What was there for him to understand? “Okay,” you whispered back. The fact that he wanted you to talk to him meant something. “For starters, that crowd is kind of… well, awful from the short time I observed and interacted with them. They think they’re better than everyone else because they have so much, but they have no right to look down on others.”

The people in the gala simply flaunted what they had without a second thought. Being there made you appreciate your friends and their genuine interactions more. They worked hard for everything they had. They wouldn’t have anything against people born with a silver spoon in their mouths if they showed a little humility.

Bucky's chuckle surprised you. “Money doesn’t equal class, and believe me when I say they aren’t worth taking up any space in your beautiful mind,” he said, giving you a small smile. “To be honest, I came out here to get away from them because, save a select few, they're fucking assholes.”

You found yourself smiling, too. No wonder he has been standing by himself. “Is that the only reason?” you asked curiously, reaching up to touch his perfect hair simply because you could.

He looked at you, a mixture of lust and something soft. Standing like this you felt like a couple. “I may have wanted you to follow me, and I’m glad you did,” he said, his tone calm and casual as butterflies filled your stomach. “You’re the first person I’ve considered approaching in a long time, but you looked a bit upset when you went to the bar. I didn’t think bothering you would win me any favors.”

You exhaled. Was he the alpha who growled when Chet gripped you too tightly? “I…” you shivered when another breeze rolled in.

He shrugged his jacket the moment he spotted you shivered. “May I?” he offered.

You hesitated. Bucky had a powerful scent, and how would it look to Chet if you wore another alpha’s jacket? Chet wasn’t your alpha, but he could run his mouth and get you in trouble with your boss. It didn’t matter that you wanted to quit one day. Today wasn’t that day because you financially weren’t ready. That was the excuse you made up in your head.

But your inner omega wanted Bucky’s scent to surround you and you replied in a small voice, “Yes, please.”

Bucky carefully placed the warm jacket around your shoulders. “I know the crowd bothered you for good reason, but who specifically upset you and how can I fix it?”

“My date,” you answered. You didn't have it in you to lie to him. It also wasn't up to him to fix it.

Bucky hummed, running his hands up and down your arms. It helped warm and relax you. “What’s his name?” he asked, his eyes landing on the collar around your neck. You wondered what he would do if your mating gland was exposed, and you had to push that thought away.

“His name is Chet and he’s discussing business with some alpha.” The change in his scent was subtle. He seemed too confident to be jealous, but he didn’t seem pleased either at the thought of you being with someone else. “They were extremely condescending, and I couldn’t exactly throw a drink in their faces or put them in their place since I’m just an omega.”

Bucky snarled quietly, his eyes blazing. “You’re not just an omega,” he said. He was upset on your behalf. Was he not like other older alphas who wanted omegas to be subservient? “Maybe I should have a chat with them.”

You purred before you could stop yourself. Bucky offering to stand up for you felt better than you wanted to admit. “You don't have to do that,” you said, running your fingers through his hair again. You wanted to soothe him the way he soothed you. “Besides, I’m not really on a date with Chet. He just wanted me to be eye candy for the night.”

Bucky almost snarled again, but raised an eyebrow instead. “And you agreed to that? I have the feeling you aren’t the arm candy type.”

You giggled. He was right about that. “Didn’t really have a choice thanks to my boss,” you told him.

“Your boss? What exactly do you do for work?” he asked carefully.

He asked a lot of questions, but you didn't mind since he seemed genuinely interested. Maybe he assumed you were an escort. “I'm a designer,” you answered, smiling to yourself. “At least, I want to be. I’m just an assistant at the moment.”

“Let me guess. Your boss is an alpha, makes you do the grunt work, and takes the credit?” he mused, humming when you solemnly nodded. “And he convinced you to come here tonight because Chet is a client?”

“Something like that. It was either that or I get fired,” you laughed bitterly. “And if he fired me I’d get blacklisted, then I’d have no job, no money at all, and I’d lose my tiny apartment and…”

His nose wrinkled when you trailed off. You were so embarrassed, and you couldn’t stop your scent from souring. Talking to one of the richest alphas ever about your problems wasn’t something you thought you’d experience tonight, but that soothing rumble and smell came out again to help you breathe easier.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with that,” he said with a touch of firmness so you knew he didn’t pity you. You could take a lot of things, but not pity.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” you said, smoothing out some of the fabric on your dress and not wanting to dwell on the topic. “I actually made this,” you told him. It was silly, but you specifically wanted to hear something nice from Bucky to make you feel better, which was bad. You shouldn’t want compliments from him or want him period.

He parted his jacket so he could look you over. Unlike Shane leering at you earlier, Bucky seemed to take in the details of your design with a careful eye. “You made this? It’s stunning,” he said with pride that rivaled yours. You lost your breath when he ran the back of his finger along your torso, heat spreading through your body like a wildfire. “Like you.”

Your mind raced, the heavy weight of his gaze pinning you in place. The longer you stood there, the more you wanted him. You had to snap out of it. “You’re dangerous,” you whispered, shaking your head as his hand fell away. “I should go inside.”

He stepped back, his eyes searching yours. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No,” you replied honestly. Some of his actions were forward, but he wasn’t pushy. He was the sort of predator who probably gently played with his food before he sank his teeth in, yet you weren’t completely afraid of the bite. “Though I’m wondering why you don’t have a date tonight. Keeping your options open?”

Maybe he really did want to live the bachelor life.

The corner of his lip tugged when you narrowed your eyes. “I come to these things to make a short appearance. That’s all,” he explained. Even the wealthy had obligations. “Unlike some alphas my age, I’m not interested in having a date for the sole purpose of eye candy. And because most of the people here are fucking assholes, I don’t usually find anyone to take home.”

“So, you aren’t interested in taking me home?” you tried to tease. If he said no, you could lick your wounds later since you’d likely never see him again. If he said yes, you… Well, you didn’t know what you’d do.

He reached out and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you close enough that you felt just how big he was. A shudder wracked your body, wanting nothing more than to have him inside you. “I’m very interested in taking you home,” he breathed.

You lifted your eyes to him, his desire matching yours. “I-”

A young giggling couple stumbled out to the balcony reeking of booze. They took a few steps forward and Bucky moved you out of the way before they could crash into you. The ferocious growl he let out made the laughter cease, but it had you purring like a bitch in heat. “Leave,” he ordered, keeping his arms tight around you. The underlying threat in that single word had the couple rushing back inside, but they had effectively ruined the moment.

“I think that alpha almost pissed his pants,” you teased to cut through the tension.

“He’s lucky he didn’t tumble over the railing,” he said, loosening his hold on you and taking in your expression. You felt naked under his stare. “You aren’t ready to leave with me just yet.”

“I’m still here with a ‘date’,” you reminded him to cover up any feelings or doubts in your mind.

Other than Bucky being wealthy, powerful, and smelling like a sinful kind of heaven, you didn’t fully know him. Something within you felt like you did, but going home with him for the night… What if you disappointed him? What if he decided he didn't want you?

He gave nothing away as he stared at you while you felt like your eyes told him everything. It wasn’t fair how in control he looked when you were close to spiraling. “Let’s go sit inside,” he suggested, finally cracking a smile when your face scrunched up. “No one will bother us, and I’d like to keep talking to you even if you don’t decide to leave with me.”

“I guess it wouldn't hurt to sit with you for a few minutes,” you said, especially if he would keep others away from you.

His hand on your hip felt like it belonged there as he guided you back inside. The scents and mindless chatter didn’t bother you as much now, likely because all you could really smell and concentrate on was Bucky. Did his kisses taste like plums or whiskey? Both?

He brought to a corner near the bar, far enough away from the mingling crowd that you still felt a bit of privacy. You kept his jacket around you though the room was considerably warmer than it was outside, not quite ready to give it back to him. “Drink?” he asked, angling his chair so that his knees were touching yours. There was no table in front of you. Anyone looking would see how close you were.

“No, thanks,” you said. You already downed a glass of whiskey and your head was spinning thanks to him.

You felt his gaze on you for a full minute before he spoke again. “Your ‘date’ isn’t the reason you’re hesitating to leave,” he said, scratching along his beard. You bet it would feel wonderful between your thighs. “Is it me? Am I too old for you?”

You had to laugh. “You’re a gorgeous silver fox, so that isn’t the problem,” you said. Beneath the suit you knew he was in great shape, too.

He smiled a gorgeous smile, appreciating the compliment. “So it isn't my age. Do you think I won’t treat you well?”

“I know you’ll treat me well,” you answered, avoiding his gaze. You knew that in your core. “But I’m afraid of what happens in the morning.”

He forced your gaze back to him with a large hand. “What are you afraid of?” he asked, his thumb brushing your cheek.

Everything.

“I’m afraid if I get a taste of you it won’t be enough for one night,” you said, your heart pounding as he stared into your eyes. Like he was staring deep into your soul. “And it isn’t fair that you have that kind of power over me.”

He looked almost impressed with your answer. “I appreciate your honesty,” he praised, his thumb sweeping over your lips this time. “And it won't be enough. Once I get a taste of you, I won’t let you go.”

It wasn’t a matter of if with him, but when. “You couldn't possibly want me for more than one night,” you said. He knew you were just a struggling designer’s assistant and didn’t run with this crowd. You lived in different worlds.

“I’m going to want you every night.” He tilted his head when you shifted in your seat. “You feel it, don't you?”

You feigned innocence when he held your gaze, your heart racing. God, he had felt it. Was it an explosion, a slow burn, or something else? “Feel what?”

Bucky smirked, not at all fooled. “That you’re my-”

“Don’t say it,” you begged. Speaking the word would make it real and it wasn't something he could take back. “Because if you don’t want that or me, we can just go our separate ways and ignore it.”

He hadn’t marked you, and you hadn’t claimed him either. You didn’t know what it would feel like to have his knot, so you couldn’t possibly miss it. And neither of you would have to depend on the other. You could walk away with as minimal damage as possible, and you’d find a way to remain whole. So would he.

The low growl Bucky emitted made the nearby guests move away, but you weren’t afraid. “Ignore it? I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else. I would've fucked you right out there on the balcony if that couple hadn't interrupted us,” he said, your body hot and needy at the thought of him fucking you while you looked out at the view. “I’m lucky finally finding you didn’t send me into a rut.”

You thought the same about your heat. “Bucky-”

“Our scents call to each other. We call to each other,” he said, placing his hand on your chest. How did your heart feel fuller from his touch? “Tell me you didn't feel a connection when you caught my scent and looked at me.”

“I felt something,” you admitted.

“And it compelled you enough to follow me outside, to open up to me,” he said. You couldn't deny that. “You may say you don’t belong here, but something inside you says you belong with me.”

“And that doesn’t bother you? Scare you?” you asked. Having mates could be wonderful, but what if he wanted that pull with someone who wasn’t you?

“No, it doesn’t,” he said. There wasn't even a whiff of fear, likely because he had nothing to lose. “In fact, I think you should quit your job and move in with me.

You looked at him like he suddenly grew another head. “Quit my job and move in with you?”

“Yes. Your boss doesn't deserve to have you as an assistant, and you wouldn't have to pay rent if you stayed at my place.”

You didn’t attempt to laugh off his request since he was completely serious. “You realize that sounds insane, right?” you added. It wasn’t completely out of the ordinary though. Some couples who took their time building their bond still moved in right away.

“Insane would’ve been marking you the moment I saw you and dragging you home the way some alphas do,” he said.

You bristled. “It’s too soon for you to mark me,” you said, even as your mating bond throbbed.

“Don’t worry. I won't mark you tonight,” he assured you. Hurt crept up for a split second before he ran a finger along your collar. You visibly trembled and realized that he did want to mark you. He just wasn’t doing so tonight out of respect for you. “But you can still be mine in every other way until that day comes.”

You opened your mouth to argue. He hadn’t marked you, but you still felt owned. “You really think people want you with an omega outside of your tax bracket?”

“You think I give a fuck what they think?” His handsome face twisted in a scowl as he looked around. “And if they even think about insulting you, I’ll ruin them. It’s that simple.”

“It isn’t that simple,” you said.

“Why not? I know you're meant to be mine and you know it, too.” He touched your collar again, your mating bond throbbing almost to the point of pain. “You won’t need to worry about money or a roof over your head because I’ll give it to you. And a space to design your own clothes and make your dream come true.”

It sounded too good to be true, and nothing in this world was free. “I have my rent. If I break my lease-”

“I’ll pay what you owe.”

Your rent was probably pocket change to him. At least you didn’t have a roommate you’d have to worry about. It was always too risky to rely on someone else to help with bills and utilities. “And all that in exchange for what? Being your whore?”

He snarled, and you were delighted to hear that sound. “Trust me, doll, you may want me to fuck you like a whore, but I’ll treat you like a goddess. Like my equal,” he replied, his promise touching something deep inside you and drowning out most of your fear.

You just wished the remaining would fade away.

“I want us to be equals, but do you realize that you’d have all the power until I get my designs off the ground, right? I’d have to rely on your money, your roof over my head,” you said, swallowing the small lump in your throat. Did he realize what he was asking of you? To push aside the small amount of pride and independence you had? “I’ve done fine on my own and to have to depend on you is something else altogether.”

You hoped he at the very least realized how vulnerable you were right now by opening up more.

He looked vulnerable, too, as he moved closer. “I know it’s a lot to have to depend on me, but with me you wouldn't have to do this on your own. My finances don’t mean I have power. You’d have power, too,” he said. You wanted to believe you would. “In fact, I think you’re the only person in this entire city who could bring me to my knees. That’s power.”

You smiled a little. Could you really bring him to his knees? “As flattered as I am that you want to take care of me, do I have to decide tonight?” you asked. He was saying all the right things, and it was tempting, but there was so much to figure out beyond the living arrangements.

“We can discuss it more tomorrow if you’d like,” he said, looking around as you let out a breath. He had no doubt in his mind that you would spend the night. “Have you seen your date?”

You looked around, too, not at all worried when you spotted him. A complete contrast to how you felt at the beginning of the evening. “He’s…” You gestured to the bar where Chet was flirting with the loosely dressed omega from earlier and staring right down the front of her dress.

Bucky growled and swept his eyes over you, no doubt catching how you pressed your thighs together from the sound. A growl really shouldn't be that sexy. “Not a very faithful alpha, is he?”

“Well, he isn't my alpha, remember?” you pointed out. Someone like Chet would never be. “My boss only ‘suggested’ that I go with him tonight, and I made it clear I wasn't going to sleep with him.”

There was another hint of a growl before he smiled. “Wait right here. I’m just going to tell the young pup that you’re going home with me.”

You gripped his arm as he tried to stand. “Easy, old man. I didn't say I was going home with you,” you teased, knowing full well you were in fact leaving with him.

“Old man?” he smiled.

You shrugged. “You called me ‘doll’, which sounds like something an old man would say.”

“I think an old man is exactly what you need.” His eyes flashed with a deliciously dark promise that he was right and you’d enjoy every single inch of what he’d give you. “And you didn’t explicitly say you'd go with me, but we both know I’ve swayed you to go to my place.”

“You alphas are so cocky.” You refrained from rolling your eyes since he was right in this instance. “But maybe I should just stay here a bit longer and make you work for it since you want me so badly.”

He chuckled. “You’d rather stay here? Fine by me,” he said, leaning in close. “I’ll just slide my hand up your dress here and now and feel just how wet you are for me. I doubt anyone would notice if I made you come on my fingers. They’re too caught up in themselves.”

Your eyes closed when he touched your thigh. “You think I'm wet for you?”

“I know you are. I can smell it. Can practically taste it. You’ll let me taste you, won't you?” he purred, and you could only tremble as his hand moved higher, your legs parting to give him more access. “In fact, why don't I drag your ‘date’ over and let him watch while I lay you out and feast on your cunt? Show him what you'll never give him a taste of?”

You weren't sure if the pool of arousal was from the thought of Bucky eating you like a starved man, making that sad excuse for an alpha watch while he got you off, or both. You wondered what it would be like to taste yourself on his lips. “And why would you let him see what I look like when I come?”

He seemed to consider your question. “That’s a good point. He shouldn't see how you look when you come.” Bringing his hand to your face, your breath hitched when he caressed your cheek with such care. “But you’ll never have to hide that beautiful expression from me.”

“Hey!”

You pulled away from Bucky in time to see Chet storm over. “Shit,” you whispered when he furiously looked between you and Bucky. You were shocked smoke didn't come out of his ears.

“What the hell are you doing? I said enjoy the free booze, and do not embarrass me. You can't even follow a simple instruction,” he snapped. You refused to bare your neck when he showed his teeth. He wasn’t going to embarrass you either. “The only reason you can even step foot in this place is because of me. You fucking sl-”

Bucky was out of his seat before you could blink, his hand wrapped tight around Chet’s throat and cutting off the remainder of his insult. A few patrons gasped and stopped to watch as Chet clawed at Bucky's hand, but no one stepped in to help. The anger that poured off your alpha was enough to deter anyone from getting involved. And you were loving every second of it.

“She’s my mate,” Bucky said through his teeth, making Chet’s eyes bulge out of his head. “Biology may say you’re an alpha, but you’re nothing. And I’m tempted to crush your windpipe for insulting her.” He squeezed harder and smirked when Chet wheezed. “When her boss asks how the gala went, you’re going to sing her praises. If you don't, I’ll hunt you down and make sure you can never knot anyone ever again. And that’s just the start of what I'll do to you.”

It was almost humiliating how turned on you were by Bucky's dominant display. You thought you’d be an omega who wouldn’t want an alpha acting like, well, an alpha, yet his defense of you meant a lot. “Bucky.” You stood up and smiled when he looked at you, his anger shifting to something softer. “You can let him go.”

Chet fell to the ground and coughed once Bucky released him. Your alpha bared his teeth with a snarl and Chet showed his throat like an obedient dog. It was clear who the top alpha was.

“Apologize,” Bucky commanded. Not only did Chet cough out an apology while avoiding your gaze, a few others said “sorry” as well. That was how powerful this man was. And you wanted him more than anything.

“Thanks for the free booze, Chet. And don't worry about me getting a ride home. I think you should worry if that omega still wants you after your… performance,” you smiled, linking your arm with Bucky’s. “Have a great night.”

There was no need to fake your confidence as you and Bucky walked out together. It didn't matter at the moment what they thought of you. All you could think about was how Bucky defended you, and how he called you his mate. It was out in the open. He…

Oh, God.

“Thank you for defending me, but you do realize you just told everyone that I’m your mate, right?” you whispered. That gossip would spread before the night was over.

“Is that what I did?” he asked, smirking when you hissed and glared. “And you don’t need to thank me. He had it coming.”

The smirk was still on his handsome face as the valet brought his car around. What the hell were people going to say? He didn’t care what they thought and neither should you.

“Listen, Bucky, just because you…”

Bucky held your face in his hands, leaning in so close you felt his breath against your lips. His mouth barely grazed yours, carefully teasing you with the promise of what was to come. “Just because I what?” he rasped, and you swear you felt more slick stain your already ruined panties.

“You better get me off before we get to your place,” you said instead of finishing your original statement because you truthfully forgot all about it when his lips touched yours.

Your insides tinged with more heat and desire when he nipped your bottom lip. “You better say my name when I get you off.”

“Should I say Bucky or James?” you smirked.

“Bucky. Reserve the name James for when you’re upset or extremely serious,” he winked, thanking the valet before helping you into his vehicle. You had never been in a car this nice.

“And you won’t mark me tonight?” you asked once he got up, touching the back of your collar to make sure it was still secure.

“We still have a lot to figure out before I mark you,” he said, leaning over as you sighed in relief. “But before we go…”

His mouth landed on yours, both strong and soft as he took possession of yours. The entire gala could've gone up in flames and you wouldn't have noticed since all you felt was him. You tasted his hunger when his tongue plunged inside, and there was a hint of desperation, too. He was starving for you and you moaned, deepening the kiss to show that you were just as eager.

You panted when he broke the kiss. “Don’t make me regret trusting you,” you breathed, your eyes once again giving everything away.

His nose bumped yours affectionately as he dragged his lips to your forehead. You didn't expect such a fond gesture from him, and you had to bite your tongue so you wouldn't blurt out how nice a kiss to the forehead felt. “You won’t regret it,” he whispered, sealing the promise with a kiss against your skin.

Your heart felt full, and your inner omega wanted to shout with joy. “Take me home then.”

Bucky sped off a moment later, keeping his eyes on the road in front of him. Your core ached as you looked at him, giving you a chance to once again take in his profile. The saying of aging like fine wine probably rang true for him. You imagined he was always good looking, but he was both rough and refined thanks to his age. People who said perfection didn’t exist clearly never saw him before.

“You like what you see?” he asked.

“I do, but you know that,” you answered, his jaw clenching when you pulled your dress up to reveal your legs. “And didn’t you promise to get me off before we got to your place?”

The sexual tension that had been building up spiked, and you sensed his need to claim you in some capacity was rising to the surface. “Give me your panties,” he ordered, giving you a sharp look. “Now.”

“You’re bossy,” you smiled, pushing your dress higher. He swore under his breath when you gripped your underwear and slid it off, your slick practically dripping from the flimsy fabric. No one ever got you that wet before. “But I kind of like it.”

He chuckled, licking his lips. “You like it because it’s me,” he pointed out, snatching the underwear out of your hand once it was within reach. You watched with a whine as he brought it to his nose and deeply inhaled. “Fuck…” he growled, bringing the fabric to the tent growing in his pants next and rubbing all over it in a filthy display. Watching him ruin his pants with the scent and slick of your pussy had you soaking the seat beneath you. “Spread your legs and show me that pretty cunt.”

You trembled when he took his eyes off the road. Pulling your dress over your hips, you obediently spread your legs and let him get a good look at what would soon belong to him. “You like what you see?”

“Just wait until I tie you to my bed and get a real look before I fuck you. It’ll be a shame to wreck something so pretty, but you’ll thank me for it,” he replied, looking back at the road as he sped up. Oh, you’d thank him over and over. “Touch yourself, but don’t put your fingers inside.”

Bringing your hand between your legs, you gasped at how sensitive you were. It was like you were in heat, but fully aware of your surroundings. “Like this?” you asked, moving your fingers along your folds.

“Just like that,” he whispered, his gaze darting between you and the road. You hoped one day he’d fuck your throat while he drove. “Now give me your hand.”

You presented your glistening fingers to him, giving him the opportunity to grip your wrist and suck the wet digits into his mouth. You felt his mouth water from your taste, the groan of arousal in his throat making you shake. He didn’t stop until he licked your fingers clean. “You taste just as divine as you smell,” he said, releasing your hand and reaching over to cup your mound. “And I need more.”

“I need more, too,” you moaned, his palm rubbing your clit and building that ecstasy within you. He teased your dripping hole with another finger, but didn’t push inside yet. You arched your hips, trying to get him to breach you. “Please.”

“That’s a good girl saying please,” he praised, finally pushing a thick finger inside. You clenched around him so tight, your body wanting more. “Fuck, you’re tight. And wet. Made just for me. Imagine how good you’ll feel once you’re stretched around my cock.”

“Want your cock,” you moaned, opening your legs wider. “Want your big cock inside me.”

“Yeah, you do. You want my big, bare cock in your soaked cunt,” he said, pushing another finger in, your slick coating them. You didn’t let anyone fuck you bare before, but you’d let him. “You want my knot, too.”

You moaned, an image of you on your hands and knees flashing in your mind, Bucky’s strong hands pulling you back to meet every thrust until he locked your bodies in place. You could practically feel his teeth sinking into your neck to fully seal your fate. Or would he make love to you, linking your fingers together and kissing you with care as he tenderly pushed his knot in? It didn’t matter. He’d give you everything, and you wanted it all.

“Are you hard just thinking of fucking of me raw?” you moaned, the need to rip the top of your dress open to reveal your breasts strong. No… If your dress was going to get torn to shreds, he could do that himself. “Coming so deep inside me you’ll drip out of me days later?”

The next growl he let out was inhuman, his fingers curling until you cried out. “My good little omega has a dirty mouth on her,” he smirked.

“I do have a dirty mouth. You should fuck it sometime,” you smiled sweetly before your mouth fell open, his expert fingers fucking you deep. Talking dirty to him helped stamp down your emotions a bit, but they were threatening to surface the more he touched you. “Bucky.”

“That’s it. Say my name. Tell me who you belong to,” he demanded. Your back arched, gripping the leather seat until your hand ached. Your body certainly knew who owned you. “Tell me who’s going to take care of you.”

You bit your lip to hold back your whimper, your heart pounding out of control. No one took care of you. No one wanted to until tonight, and you hadn’t wanted that either.

He stopped moving his fingers, keeping perfectly still as you hissed in frustration. Was he really going to build you up and not let you finish? “Tell me,” he demanded again, gentler this time.

Your eyes burned, but you swallowed your pride. Again. “You, Bucky,” you whispered, trusting that he’d be an alpha of his word. “You'll take care of me.”

He cooed when you whimpered, slipping a third finger in and moving them again. “That’s my girl. My good omega. I know that wasn’t easy for you to say,” he praised, so proud of you. Part of you was proud of yourself, too. “Do you need to come?”

“Yes!” you cried out, desperately trying to ride his fingers as the pressure grew. You were so close. Just a little more…

“Then do it. Get that slick all over my hand and seat,” he said, pushing against your bundle of nerves once more as your body locked up. “And say. My. Name.”

Waves of pleasure rolled through you, colors blurring your vision as you cried his name. Your eyes rolled back as the squelching sound of your cunt filled the car, his fingers helping you ride it out. You were drowning, unable to breathe until you broke through the haze. You felt ruined already by his fingers. Oh, his cock was going to destroy you.

“Fuck, that’s it. Give it to me. That’s my good girl. Can’t wait to feel that all over my cock.”

He only removed his fingers when you whined and licked your essence away with a low moan. The beautiful bastard still looked so put together, and hadn’t swerved once while he drove. “Holy shit,” you exhaled, your walls still fluttering. The orgasm took the edge off while leaving you wanting more. “Did I… soak your hand?”

“You did,” he confirmed, your face hot. “Fuck, I’m going to need an entire weekend to eat your sweet cunt just to start,” he said, flashing you a smile. “And you make very pretty sounds when you come.”

You managed a smile as you slumped in the seat, your dress still bunched around your waist. “What do you sound like when you come?” you asked breathlessly.

“You’ll find out,” he promised.

You trembled again when he put his hand back on your thigh, your hand immediately covering his. You needed his touch to ground you, but didn’t want to say so. “I just realized something,” you said once you fully caught your breath.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“If you’re my mate but you haven’t marked me yet, and you plan to pay for… well, everything for me for the time being,” you said, a laugh bubbling up when you saw that your window was fogged up. You drew a little smiley face, making you laugh more before you glanced at him. “You’re kind of like my sugar daddy.”

The look on his face before he laughed made him look younger, the sound affectionate and happy. How many managed to make him laugh like that? “Does that mean you’re going to call me ‘Daddy’?”

“Don’t push it, old man,” you giggled. Though if anyone could sway you, it would be him. “Why don’t we just stick with ‘alpha’ for now?”

“That and Bucky,” he suggested, turning his hand so your palm rested against his. “I like hearing you say my name, doll,” he added in a whisper.

“I like saying your name, Bucky,” you said, your brows furrowing. “But who came up with that nickname?”

He chuckled again, your skin tingling when he lifted your hand to kiss it. “You don’t want to hear about that.”

“Yes, I do,” you said.

He stole a glance at you. Through the heavy scent of your orgasm, you detected joy seeping from him. It made you feel happy, too. “Okay,” he smiled, running his thumb along your hand. “I got the nickname a long time ago…”

You twisted more in your seat to face him as you listened, lost in his voice and smile. There was so much you had to learn about your alpha. His likes and dislikes. What he would be like before, during, and after his ruts. He had a lot to learn about you, too. You wouldn’t give up on your dream of becoming a designer, and accepting his help may not be such a bad thing.

And maybe accepting the fact that you had a mate to depend on wouldn’t be such a bad thing either.

So, what do we think so far? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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A little gift 🤭

Little lengthy, but worth it. Bear with me 😆.

Audrey stepped onto the balcony after her brother, breathing in the crisp air. It was refreshing to be back home, even if it was for a quick visit. Maybe she would find a way to live there somehow.

Aud: If you're worried about your siren -

Mik: holds his hand up, smiling Don't worry so much, sis. I know you're not unpredictable. Besides, he's tougher than he looks.

Aud: Phew. Everyone reacts to my scents differently. Some...don't react too well to them. But, good to know. But damn, you're one lucky guy. Where'd you find this house of beauty? 🫦

Mik: You can thank our pretty cousin for that. I got wind that someone wanted to recruit him for something. That trail led me to Morgyn, who was being coerced. Then we all bump into Lore, who's at odds with her mother. And the rest is history.

Aud: Ahhh, so it's mummy vs daughter dearest, I see. From what I hear, the Erwins are horrid people to be around. I'm glad Lorelei hasn't turned out like her mother; such a pleasure to be around.

Mik: nods Pretty nice when you get to know her.

Aud: Mmmhmm. And by that, you mean she's-

Mik: A generally nice person... 😉

Aud: Of course, of course. I bet you say the same of the wolf 🤭.

Mik: Do I? 😏

Aud: And of the new guy. Might I take a crack at him?

Mik: You seriously getting bored of the married life, sister? 😆

Aud: Life is long, brother! It's fun to keep it entertaining! looks all cute and innocent

Mik: Nuh uh, those doe eyes don't work on me anymore. You're way past that age now 😈.

Aud: Shammmme!!!!

Mik: But the door's open whenever you need, you know that. It's nice to see you still yourself 🙂

Aud: Ugh, save the flattery for your bed mates 🫦.

Mik: Ok, out you go!!! 😆

Audrey giggled as she hugged her brother before heading back inside. There was one more thing she had to do before hopping back to her pad.

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Lore and Niko sat in her room, musing over what Audrey meant earlier. It was obvious there was a way she could help Lore somehow but...what was there to help with? The only thing the necromancer had been feeling lately was this whole other side lurking under the surface. It was like a part of her was waiting to be unlocked, but it just needed the right push 🤔.

Knock knock!

With a wave of her hand, Lore opened the door...but then tensed when she saw who it was 🤭.

Lore: How'd you find me?

Aud: Asked around. I do hope I'm not interrupting anything? 🫦

Lore: Look, red. My room seems to have a history of housing 3 people every week, but...if you're hoping for something, I...I'm unavailable shoots her a knowing look

Aud: Aww. Little shame, but honestly that's not what I'm here for anyway. Well, not really.

Lore: Oh? And didn't you say you wouldn't need an audience? 😮

Niko: Don't mind me. I can always shift into the corner. No promises though 😈.

Aud: 🫦Maybe I'll make an exception for someone this horribly minded. Lorelei. I mentioned you need a little push. You mentioned your marks are complete, yes?

Lore nods

Aud: I'll probably explain another time, but your true self was locked away along with half of your power. Since your marks have all shown up, will you allow me to do the same thing I did to Taeyang?

Lore: exhales It's not gonna hurt, right?

Aud: Oh darling, it's going to do something better than hurt.

Audrey's slender fingers curled around Lore's throat. They felt almost like freshly woven silk; her grip was firm, yet gentle. Audrey's gaze was intense. Those blue eyes grew more intense in the low lighting as the air seemed to stiffen with her scent. This scent was different than the one she used earlier; this one smelt like tulips and sandalwood, two of Lore's favorite smells.

...ignore the little creep next to them 😒😆.

The process wasn't only intense for Lore, it seemed to have influenced Audrey as well. The moment Lore inhaled the last of Audrey's scent, both women collapsed to the floor, dazed out of their heads.

Aud: laughs, a little delirious Ah hahaha...Morrigans. It's been so long since I caught the scent of one! I forgot how interesting you were. What a shame such beauty was locked away.

Lore: Truly.... pants You ok? I didn't knock you out, did I?

Aud: I'm fine. And you'll be fine too. The rest... stands up and helps Lore up too that's now up to you and your card deck.

'I must head back, but let us talk more some time. From vampire to witch.' Audrey turned her attention to Niko, both sizing each other up before both made a move 🤭.

Niko: You don't hold back, do you? 😈

Aud: I don't. Maybe next time, our meeting will be more...casual 😉. Auf Wiedersehen, you two 👋.

Audrey bade the rest of the gang farewell and headed back to her home, or so she said. With her brother in potential trouble, there was no way she was really going home but...whatever made them sleep at night 🤭. With that being said, that evening was sure to be an interesting one. Just over an hour after Audrey left, Lorelei had felt more confident of herself. She felt as if she finally knew herself again, like an old friend who'd been away for too long.

Lore had loved the renovations they'd done to the house, especially the bathrooms. Sometimes it was just nice to stand there and admire the tilework or get lost reading her grimoire. It was a good thing she picked it up because there was a page in there that she'd always been unable to decipher until today. Maybe Audrey's pheromone therapy, if we can call it that, really did undo a seal of sorts 😮.

'What the f- LOREEEEEE! 😱'

She'd been so engrossed in her reading she didn't notice the sounds of the shower running. She jerked back to reality, snapping the book shut and hiding it behind her back. Before, Lore would have darted out of the bathroom even before air recirculated in the room. But...now? She was...staring. Just stood there, as if she hadn't done anything 🤭.

Min: DAMMIT WOMAN I'M SHOWERING HERE! GET OUT! 😳

Lore: Oh, I honestly didn't hear. Sorry. one last look before excusing herself

'giggles to herself Oopsie... 🫦'

Lore wasn't the only one surprised by her behavior 🤭.

'Ugh fucking hell this is EMBARASSING!!!! What possessed her????!!! 😳😳'

Yeah...I wonder that too sometimes... 🤔.

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pink whitney ᜊﬞﬞ ᶻᶻᶻ

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fratboy!atsumu x fem!reader warnings: drinking, indirect allusion to SA

a short drabble about y/n waking up in an unknown bed with one of the most popular frat boys on campus

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you weren’t usually one to be irresponsible with your liquor. though if someone were referring to your grades, the tidinesses of your room, or any other aspect of your young adult life then they’d be correct. but tonight was different. you came upon your biggest enemy—pink whitney.

the whore was always disguised in some sick way when she struck. and tonight was no different with how she fooled you. your poor self was at a frat party, looking for something to drink—preferably light or non alcoholic. so as you stumbled through the kitchen with a red solo cup in hand you pinched down on the dispenser with what you thought was pink lemonade… but boy were you wrong.

with a small yawn, you began to feel your eyes flutter open. you stretched your arms ever so slightly as you shifted in the bed and pulled the covers up to your chin with a content smile. as your eyes finally focused you felt her heart drop to your ass.

this isn’t my room.

the hungover you quickly jolted up in the bed, squinting your eyes as the sun irritated them and worsened your headache. you briefly glanced around the room and took in your surroundings. the room was surprisingly neat considering it was in, what you assumed was, a frat house. volleyball posters were hung up on the bright, white walls. the black desk equipped with a pc and matching monitor was free of clutter while the head phones hung neatlyon the back of the gaming chair. on top of the cleanliness of the room it didn’t stink, it actually smelt like sandalwood?

is this someone’s mom’s bedroom?

as your e/c eyes finished drifting around the room, they landed on something that made your heart drop once more—a boy who was fast asleep beside you.

“oh my god.” you exclaimed as you quickly pulled up the covers to check and thankfully you were still wearing your f/c dress from last night. the only thing missing was your shoes. now you would have been satisfied with that alone but people are really fucking weird. so you quickly and carefully pulled the covers up from on the boy and looked down while letting out a sigh of relief. he was wearing pajamas.

your chest felt ten times lighter as you lowered the covers but stopped when you felt a shift in the bed. your e/c eyes slowly drifted up to be met with a tired look from a boy with messy fake blond hair.

“…well good ‘mornin to ya too.” he gave you a sleepy smile as he stretched while you subconsciously backed away.

“is this your room?” you asked and he gave a sleepy nod. “okay…why am i here?” you questioned more making him let out a light laugh and shrug his shoulders.

“i don’t know.” he yawned as he scratched his head. “i just know that after the party i was super tired and came up to my room to sleep and ya were here. so someone must have put ya here…wait i remember ya!” he smiled.

your eyes widened nervously as you felt your heart beat speed up. “you-you do?” you nervously asked as you tried to replay anything from last night but you couldn’t because you must have blacked out.

“yeahhh,” he smiled as he propped his elbow up on his pillow and rested his cheek in his palm, “ya were the one that—“

“never mind i don’t wanna know!” you interjected as you threw her face into your palms making the fake blond laugh.

“aww come on! it wasn’t that bad, it was pretty funny and ya looked cute too.” he complimented as he bent down to try and see your face..

the truth is that that frat boy, atsumu miya, knew quite a lot about you. you guys had shared a couple of gen ed classes together and he had his eyes set on you ever since you stumbled into your first class of freshmen year late. ever since then, he’s been watching you from a far and everything you did made his heart swell. he had turned down so many girls that offered him dates in hopes he would gain the courage to talk to you. so you being in his bed was quite a shocker and he was so nervous that you could hear his heart pounding out of his chest. this was only something that would happen in his dreams.

you let out a groan as you dragged your hands down your face, your headache worsening. “where’s my phone? do you know where my phone is?” you asked a bit frantically as you threw the covers off of your body.

your actions made atsumu sit up straight in his bed. “um yeah—it should be plugged up on my dresser.” you quickly muttered out a thanks as you got up and unplugged your phone.

“okay, so thanks for not being an asshole and like taking advantage of me.” your said as you started to slip your heels on as you made your way to the door making atsumu’s heart break a little. “i’m gonna call an uber and head out—“

“wait!” atsumu practically yelled out grabbing your attention. at that moment his brain was yelling at him and trying to make him feel shame but his heart wouldn’t allow it. “i mean..do ya wanna…do ya wanna have breakfast?” he asked and your face scrunched up a bit at the thought of eating in a frat house kitchen which he picked up on quickly.

“i mean—the kitchen here is fuckin’ disgusting but we could go get something to eat at like ihop or somethin’?” he offered up practically begging you with his eyes for a response. “only if ya want to though—no pressure.” atsumu added on as he sat up in his bed.

you took a moment to think. out of all the poor choices you made in life breakfast couldn’t have been the worst of them. “…are you paying?” you asked making atsumu quickly nod his head. “then sure…i’m y/n l/n.” you said with a small smile as you held your hand out.

with a goofy grin on his face atsumu took your hand softly and shook it. “i’m atsumu miya.”

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could you do a merlin x fem!reader, established relationship - some fluffy moments which leads up to their first time together so some soft smut plss ,, i hope this wasn’t confusing 😭

A/n I hope I did justice you your request! I’m very proud of this one! (This has not been proof read! Please tell me if there’s any mistakes)

Living in the lower town of Camelot was a quaint, quiet life, the townsfolk were lovely people, they always gave you flowers, food, and little gifts from their stalls

coming home from picking flowers in the feild yellow pollen littering your clothes, flowers of all different colours in your woven basket, a skip in your step.

You were sure Merlin would almost be finished with his daily duties he mentioned last night when you both were wrapped in eachothers arms that he and Arthur would have to go on a hunting trip. Only a few hours but knowing the prince he’d sattle Merlin with the tedious job to get the horses sable clean, and to unsattle them, then help Arthur get out of his armour, then run him a bath, fetch him dinner.

It was almost too much for anyone to handle even someone as extraordinary as Merlin, so you decided! You were going to run him a nice warm bath and you both would just talk about anything and anything. Merlin did so much for everyone you decided he needed to be appreciated a little as well.

So hurrying home swaying your basket and filling up an old bucket with some water and brining it back to your small tub which in reality was just a large metal basin but it was the best a peasant could get for what they earned. It was quaint and rustic, but it was home.

It took many a trips to fill the tub up, your linen sleeves soaked with the well water. As you roll them up your s/c arms, littering a few flower petals in the bubbling water the scent of lavender fills the air, the warm glow of candles illuminating your shadow on the walls of your house.

A knock clambers down on your door, as you fling your hair out of your face, a smile graces your lips as you fling it open to reveal Merlin’s tired face.

His words slur as he speaks, burying his head into your neck “just wanna cuddle” as he shakes his head

“Aww sweetheart, I ran a bath for us. If you’re feeling up to it I could give you a back rub, and you could tell me about your day?” You utter pampering his face with kisses and tugging his shirt over his head when he nods lazily.

Sinking yourselves into the warm water white bubbles and lavendar pettals dancing over your s/c arms grabbing the bar of soap and lathering your hands with it, and running it softly through Merlin’s midnight hair, contented sighs leaving his lips

“How was your day sweetheart, what happened?” You ask tentatively kissing his wet cheeks and moving your legs over his

“It was as exhausting as ever, Arthur blamed me when I sneezed and accidentally scared away the deer he was hunting” an exhausted sigh escaping his pink lips

“then I fell off my horse, and then! Arthur gave me the chore of polishing all of the knights armours as punishment for being the reason they came home empty handed” his hands gestured wildly as he spoke, water spilling over the side of the tub.

“Oh my love I’m sorry, I’ll help you my sweet if I’m not busy with the flower shop” a sympathetic look gracing your face your boy was too warn out for this he deserved a break.

Trailing your hands over his back and kneading between his shoulder blades you pondered if Merlin would ever have some real peace of mind

Contented sighs leave his lips as he mutters “yknow if so anything for you, right?”

🌷🌻🧚🏻🐉

Running a small flower stall in the lower town was lovely, you cold bocays, soaps, makeup, and lovely little jewellery you had asked Merlin to recover on his journeys every journey him and Arthur went on he always acquired a gift for you.

Keeping a few things a side and preparing to give gauis some things for Merlin and him to use monk ward and sandalwood felt like a good combination for gauis

For Merlin it needed to be more personal, you decided mint, and camomile were his scents. Wrapping their gifts in little bags and writing a love note to Merlin

Dear Merlin, I hope you enjoy your gifts. And I hope you know that you light up my life, you care about so many people my valiant knight you are the bravest of them all.

~love y/n

Walking up the concrete stairs towards gauis�� chambers the sound of laughter echod through the corridors, they were sitting together you swore you could almost imagine them Merlin across from gauis as the older man leaned over patting Merlin on his hand and shaking his head, letting a chuckle gripple past his throat

The candles that were constantly lit comforting the sweet atmosphere, letting your knuckles wrack across the wood, three light taps on the door as you put their gifts on the floors and make your way down the corridor, you didn’t want to intrude.

As soon as the feather light knocks wracked the door Merlin immediately knew who it was, a smile instantly spreading across his face, as he hurried out of gauis’ chambers, catching up to your retreating figure, grabbing your wrist in his light hold, and spinning you into him.

“You didn’t think you could escape that fast did you,” he whispered into your ear, running the pads of his fingers over your upper arms, goose bumps spreading like a cold virus, little bumps echoing your arms, his lips attaching to yours in a magical kiss the setting sun swimming through the corridor windows. Bathing you both in love, your lips mashing together perfectly.

“Come join us for dinner, my love”

Before you could even reject his offer he was dragging you back towards his chambers, gauis standing in the doorway, a lopsided smile gracing his aged face.

“Hello deary” he greeted as he shut the door behind them.

🧚🏻🌊🌲🌌

Merlin had been working himself to the bone recently, he had been craving time to himself with the company of the one he loves for awhile now. The final straw was when y/n brought him a gift with a hand stiffen note and he was determined to get time off from the prince

He could die another day, he’d be fine alone for one right? So Merlin marched his lanky butt up too the princes door, let his knocks resonate for a minute before storming right in.

“RIGHT, PRAT I WAN-“

“Merlin, just the person I wanted to see, you’re releaved of your duties for today” Arthur cut his servant off a stoic look on his face as he glanced at a letter he attempted to write.

“Ah- well, o-okay?” Merlin was baffled he was getting a day off without having to hypnotise Arthur into letting him go, he let a smile grace his face and left on

“Thank you, sire” shutting the door w a loud clang he let out an excited ‘yes!’ As he jumped for joy Arthur could still hear his servant celebrating his time off from inside his chambers he let out a soft smile and an eye roll at his over enthusiastic friend

Merlin made sure to grab an array of treats from the castle, and sattle the horses before making his way towards y/ns cottage

The h/c girl was running around her house humming a tune and re arranging her flowers, and placing her favourite garmit on underneath her favourite dress. She made sure to spray some homemade perfume on herself grab her bag and eagerly make her way to the door, when she flung it open she revealed Merlin.

With his hand raised about to knock

“Oh hello my love! Just the person I wanted to see” she smiled looking behind him two horses were packed and ready

“Did you plan something for me?” She chuckled out, as Merlin let out a bashful smile

“well I wanted to have a day to ourselves. It feels like an eternity since I’ve seen you”

“Merlin it’s only been a day. But cmon there’s no time to waste!” She exclaimed grabbing his hands and dragging him towards the horses

A love struck expression on his face he realised how much she blew him away. In every way she was everything he ever wanted.

When the couple arrived to the abandoned castle, the cool breeze piling in from the ocean was a welcoming smell, the rain pouring buckets on them was a nice change the gloomy weather comforted the couple.

When they had made their way into one of the abandoned bed rooms of the castle it was set up with candles littered all around the room, silk bed sheets, and lavendar petals everywhere, it was something that felt so homey, the bed piled high with pillows.

Merlin grabbed your s/c hands and pulled you softly into him

s Merlin begins to pepper kisses down your s/c collar bones, biting and sucking at parts, leaving red marks along your collars bones

Moans escaping your mouth at his touches as he moves you towards the bed. The sound of the rain on the roof patting down violently as you both are engorged in eachothers bodies.

Merlin reaches his hands up along your side and cups your breasts softly. He squeezes the together, drawing breathy moans from your throat.

He moves his hand to cup your cheek and gives you a passionate kiss on your plump lips

“ I want to make sure you’re absolutely sure about this my sweets” he utters out

“Yes, my love as if I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” You exclaim softly, sending sultry touches up his arm as you pull his red linen shirt over this head and scootching out of your dress. Leaving you in your under garments, bringing yourselves down on to the four poster bed

Merlin trails a line of kisses from your sternum to the hem of your underwear. He pulls them down achingly lowly, he brings his lovely pale fingers to tease at your entrance. He lightly runs over it with feather light touches, before he inserts his pale digit.

Moving them slowly hoping to gain the preferred reaction from your body, moans escaping your throat feel like music to his ears. He’d be content without another day this was a once in a life time experience.

He was going to savour this moment, you were giving eachother your bodies.

As Merlin continued to pump you felt that strangely familiar feeling building in your stomach, before you could release Merlin was removing his fingers before you could let out a confused mumble

Merlin was instead attached his lips to your vagina, licking all the way up, the texture of his tongue doing wonders to satisfy you.

Moans were escaping your throat, as your hands clenching the bedsheets in ecstasy, Merlin’s tongue working in circles.

You could feel it building up in your stomach again,

When Merlin’s lips attached themselves onto your clit, and sucked with passionate force it was enough to have your back arching off of the sheets, eyes rolling to the back of your head in shear ecstasy.

As Merlin pulled away from your vagina, his face slick with your juices.

“I love you” he uttered a goofy smile gracing his face, as he unbuttoned his pants, his erection pressing painfully against his zipper

“I love you more” you whispered a soft smile etching its was onto your face, as Merlin moved above you, he pecks your lips as he softly inserts himself into you, he’s still at first.

Letting your vagina strech to accompany his length. A sigh escaping your lips as he does so

After a short moment you nod your head, desperate for friction. Merlins first few thrusts are slow and sweet, oozing with passion.

As he gradually increased his speed with each thrust, it continued to hit the perfect spot, with your already sensitive vagina and Merlins sensual thrusts were enough for you to come undone on Merlin’s length

“Oh Merlin!” You cried face contorting and mouth coming to the shape of an ‘O’ your vagina clenching around his length

With the sight of you coming undone for the second time Merlin shot his seed deep into you, his moans sounding like music to your ears.

As Merlin rolled off of you, pulling the covers up over your naked bodies

“Hey, love” you asked a questioning tone in your voice

“Yes m’dear” he retorted words slurring in exhaustion

“You realise that was our first time, right?”

You questioned, a stary look in your eyes. Merlins soft smile is to be seen out of the corner of your eye.

As your bodies wrapped together in a comfortable hug love oozing from all around you

The sounds of rain dulled to a soft patter as everything faded to a soft black

“Goodnight, my love” Merlin whispered softly