#really really hoping it’ll all go smoothly. and it probably will

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PEACHES & SPIT

──★ 🍑 ̟ !! Leon is too old to be going back and forth with you. so when you want to have your way with him a particular way, he really has no choice but to say yes.

cw: Di Leon x fem!reader. sub-ish!Leon. RIMMING! SHOVING YOUR TONGUE IN A (washed) OLD AND HAIRY ASSHOLE! MEN IN PINK LINGERIE! ball sucking, handjob, reader is a little shit, Leon is old and tired. the good stuff.

note: hello. @rigorwhoring @kcolrom. i'm 🏩 anon and yes I was the one sending those asks about Leon's asshole and yes this was supposed to be posted on Monday. moving on. this probably sounds really janky by the end so either I hope you find this okay or you find this laughable. either way I had fun writing this, shoutout to Quora for the insider scoop about rimjobs. and for @rigorwhoring I hope you know that you're an incredibly talented writer and I love reading your work. happy early father's day!

Vulnerability is not Leon’s forte. 

So when you’ve been pestering him with questions for the past half hour, he’s rightfully anxious. 

“Have you ever fucked a guy, Leon?” You’re supposed to be sleeping, but instead you’re lying on his chest like an oversized cat, absent-mindedly staring at his screen as he tries to scroll through Facebook. Ever since you’ve introduced the app to him, he’s suddenly developed the nosiness of a bored housewife.

“No. I haven’t.” He sounds a little crabby as he responds, but the words “guys” and “fucking” don’t bode well in his mind. Makes him think of blond hair and a particular scar on the lip. Which could mean nothing. It does mean nothing and the last thing he wants to do is talk about it with you. 

But unfortunately, you catch onto his dismay, and before he knows it, he’s nose-to-nose with a frowning you. 

“You sound defensive.”

“Am not.” And now you have him frowning. Pouting like a petulant kid. 

“Am too.” You raise an eyebrow at him as if to silently sass him, the wisp of a curious grin on your lips. “Are you into guys?”

“No.” ….Not really. 

“Are you into butt stuff?” you ask and so casually too as if you asked about the weather. It catches him off guard, and now it’s his turn to raise an eyebrow, only with half the sass. “Assfucking or anal or whatever they call it?”

“Yeah…no, not-”

“Liar.” It’s a good thing age has given Leon patience. “I have psychic vision. The spirits told me you want a fist up your ass,” you giggle out in such an innocent voice he has the mind to whack you on the head. But that’s domestic violence. And that’s bad.

He retorts, “Are you two?” as he pushes you away, having you sit upright. “And besides, why’re you asking? You wanna fist me?”

“Rim you, actually,” you correct him so smoothly that you manage to surprise him again tonight. So either you really are a psychic or you’ve gone through his search history and found the bookmarks to his favorite porn videos. Hey, he knows what he likes, so he’s sticking to it. And yet- 

“Absolutely not,” he declares, gently pushing you off of him and sitting up on the bed. Unless you’re magically in a rut or going crazy, he has no idea why you’re bringing this up. It’s honestly a little creepy. 

And of course, you’re whining, “Why not?” in his ear, coming up behind him as you rest your chin on his shoulder. “It’s meant to feel good for you. Please? Lemme give you a rimjob, it’ll be fun. Think of it as an early Christmas gift.”

“It’s April.”

“Early Father’s Day gift.” It’s like you’re trying to kill him. Because, despite all his protests, he can feel himself stirring to life under his sweatpants in the most pathetic way possible. He can’t see your face, but he can already imagine your shit-eating grin. “Please, just lemme do this one thing. We always do what you want to do. I can only pretend to be your daughter so many times before it gets boring.”

“Alright, alright.” Leon forgets how immoral his kinks sound when he’s not balls-deep inside you. “I’ll…sleep on it.” “Yay!” You kiss him on the cheek like he just promised you a pony, and all he can hope for is that you’ll forget about this with a good hour of head and some matcha latte. 

It took you two days to convince Leon to let you give him a rimjob, but it took two weeks to convince him to let you do it while he wears lingerie. 

It’s clear Mama didn’t raise a quitter. Sure, you got on your knees and throated his dick for two whole hours but it was so worth it. Also crying and wailing helped at the end. Because now you have him on the bed in pink lingerie that you picked out to your taste: a soft pink bralette too small for his (begrudgingly) fat tits and a garter belt with stockings; no panties so you’d get the perfect view of his cock flushed and weeping against his softening abdomen. You got The Leon Scott Kennedy in pink lace stockings. No one will ever understand how immense this victory is for you. Just the sight of him all dolled up with his coarse hair poking out the fabric can bring world peace. 

“…Uhh? I don’t think I wanna do this-”

“How many times are you going to say the same thing?” There’s a beat of silence between you and Leon after you cut him off, mainly because you have his legs over your shoulder and your face hovering over his ass. His asshole, to be specific. You’re already here, and he wants to chicken out, no way.

“I feel like you’re worried for no reason,” you continue with a pout, jutting your lips at his tempting pink hole. Not the lightish pink like the tip of his cock, but a little darker. Still a tempting sight, no doubt. It’s not fair, why does it look so…cute? Absolutely unfair. “I’m not going to bite you. Relax..”

Leon doesn’t seem convinced, given the fact that he has even more wrinkles on his face compared to before. But you have a sneaking suspicion he only feels that way because he’s the one who used to have you in the mating press and not the other way around. 

He looks so scared, it’s adorable. Leon reminds you of a hamster sometimes. 

“You look good, Leon,” you reassure, lowering your face to press a lingering kiss on his inner thigh. God, if you had a dick it would’ve blown up from hard it would be. Even with all his wrinkles and greying hair, there’s an unmistakable feminine charm to Leon that you want to drag out. “You look pretty, okay? I love you.”

And something is so soothing about the way Leon’s face relaxes a bit and his eyebrows unpinch. At the end of the day, you really want to do this for him. Is it gross? Maybe. But you know it will be so rewarding making Leon fall apart on your tongue for a change. 

So he nods and swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing at his throat. There’s still worry there, a tinge of shame on his face. You want that face gone by the end of the night. 

You start slow. Dragging your tongue over the flesh of his thighs and ass, taking note of the faded stretch marks. So cute. You kept going on, leaving trails of spit and bite marks, reminders that you were in fact all up in his butt. And you could feel him tensing under your touch, your hands firmly holding the back of his thighs. It’s like heaven, feeling the lace under your fingers and seeing that pink bralette on his chest. 

Your eyes flit back to Leon and, oh gods, he looks perfect. Eyes unfocused and cheeks rosy under all his silver stubble. You don’t waver in eye contact with him when you raise your face enough to start making a mess. Slobbering and laving your tongue over his balls, why are they so fat and big? And sensitive too, because you don’t miss the way he whines ever so softly under your breath when you graze your teeth over them. They sit so nicely in your mouth, so well behaved as you suck on them one at a time. Modesty is out the window for you and him because before you know it, your tongue is against his hole and his knees are pressed to his chest.

“Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck-” It slipped your mind that Leon was pushing forty and that there was a (small) chance he’s never been folded like this. Oh well!

And honestly, all you tasted was Irish Spring, a hint of musk, and…hair. Could be worse. Leon gives you head so it’s your turn to do the same. You can feel that the rim of his hole is all puffy as you give it a few kitten licks, lost in the way his body jerks to get closer to your mouth. Slut. You always knew he was into these sorts of things. 

And that only spurs you on. You pull back to spit on his hole and there it was. He straight up moans and his head is thrown back against the pillows, the bra on his chest threatening to snap off with the frantic rise and fall of his chest. You dove back in with vigor, not holding back with the theatrics as you made out with his ass. It’s doubtful that this is a pretty sight for him but you don’t ever want to stop, pushing your tongue past the rim and feeling him clench down on you. 

Spit. Irish Spring. Musk. Leon. It’s like his ass is the gateway to his heart because you’re sucking on his hole like it’s the last thing you do. Like his ass is his face and you’re kissing him like all couples do in their wedding pictures. 

Which reminds you to start dropping hints that he needs to propose to you soon. You can’t keep doing this without a ring, you fear. 

Leon, Leon, Leon. He lies to you, but it’s okay. You know he likes this, you hear his hiccuping whimpers bouncing off the walls and his body trembling. And how helpful of him to hug his own legs to his chest, leaving your hands free to wrap around his cock. The poor head is leaking precum all over his abdomen, smearing into his thick happy trail. So much for not wanting this. You run your thumb over the drooling tip, your free hand idly playing with the thin straps of his garter belt. 

Drool’s pooling down your chin now and you’re dimly aware that your jaw is starting to ache like a bitch. Makes you wonder how Leon can go at this for hours but then again, he never shuts up so it must come naturally. No other reason. His dick presses into your hand like it’s beggging to be touched so you oblige, slowly pumping his length to hear him sing. 

But unless the sound of a dying animal was singing…Leon wasn’t. No, it sounded like he was in pain with the way he gutturally cried out, nails ripping at the silk around his thighs. It almost freaks you out, but you don’t get the chance to pull away because before you know it, he nearly breaks your nose from how violently his body jolts and his load is painting your hand. At least now you know why Leon ended up working for the government instead of casting couches. His moans were less than pleasing. 

But that, in its own way, is endearing to you. You finally pry your face away from his ass, admiring his hole now puffy and slick with your spit. He’s breathing heavily on the mattress, finally letting go of his legs as you rise from the floor and wobble to your feet. The stockings are torn up under the welts and his bralette has rubbed his chest raw, red lines prominent among his pale skin and tufts of silver hair. And his face makes you wish he could be on the cover of Playboy. There’s a bit of drool ebbing down his lips, his eyes are shut, and his lips are a little bloody from how hard he’s bitten them. 

“And you said you weren’t going to enjoy yourself,” you tease, bringing your cum-stained hand to your lips. Your tongue darts out to get a taste and you make a mental note to tell him to lay off the whiskey again. 

And all he does is groan, turning over to his side and curling up. Like a cat or some other domestic animal. Cute. Makes you feel a hint of pride knowing you’re domesticated Leon Kennedy enough to tongue-fuck his ass. “Legs hurt. Cramping. My fucking ass crack is wet.” 

“Don’t complain,” you tut, making your way to the dresser and pulling out some wet wipes to clean up your hands. “I know you liked that. You sounded so….passionate.”

“Just get me out of this shit.” Someone doesn’t sound entertained. So you finally crawl into bed and lie down next to him, and almost immediately, his head is against your chest. You can see the way his eyes and lips crinkle at the corners, and yet he looks so vulnerable as he rests against you. It makes something in you stir, so much so your arms are around him in a heartbeat, holding him close. 

“Thought you wanted me to undress you.”

“...Later,” he grumbles. “And-uh, that didn’t suck at all. So thanks. You’re still weird, though.” And there’s that playful wisp of a smile on his lips again. Just how you like to see him. 

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Voice Kink | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader | wc: 1,246

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! dirty talk, make out session, fingering, Rooster being an annoying gentleman, lmk if I missed anything

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

a/n: sorry it's late!

It was the best part of Rooster’s day, hearing your voice over the radio. You were a radio control operator in the tower, the only one who laughed at his jokes, and you would carry conversations with him as best as you could, answering with professional yeses or nos when your boss was in the room, even when he was flirting with you.

“How’s my favorite girl doing on this fine morning?” He knew he was testing it, flirting with you over open airwaves but he couldn’t help himself, wondering what you looked like, sitting in the tower. He’d thought about it so many times, what you would like like, what your voice would sound like without the distortion of the radio, and what you would sound like when he finally got his hands on you. Fuck, now was not the time to get a boner.

“This is tower control, Rooster, please wait, your clearance for takeoff has not come through,” He grinned when you responded in your my-boss-is-here-you-jerk voice. 

“Understood, tower control but I’m still waiting for an answer on how my favorite girl is doing.” There was a pause and he wondered if he had blown it but your soft response finally came right before he could offer an apology.

“I’m having a pretty bad morning but if you manage not to scuff up my runway, it’ll be a little better.” Rooster frowned, you were having a bad morning? He wanted to pry but over the radio probably wasn’t the best place to do it.

“You must be thinking of Hangman, sweetheart. I would never scuff up your runway,” Your laugh filled his headset and it helped him relax.

“Tower control to Rooster, you are clear for takeoff.” 

“Rooster to tower control, requesting permission to land.” Rooster didn’t have to wait long for your response.

“Tower control to Rooster, you are clear to land. Remember, I want you to put it down smoothly.” 

“I can do a lot of things smoothly,” You tried to muffle your giggle but he still heard it. “And I can prove it to you.”

“Oh yeah? Well, let’s see you stick this landing and maybe I’ll wear my new red dress to the Hard Deck.” 

“I’m going to hold you to that, get ready for the best landing you’ve ever seen.” Rooster pulled out all of the stops, making sure to hit the first wire, laying down his plane as smooth as possible on the runway. “See you at the Hard Deck, I’ll be the one in the Hawaiian shirt.” 

Your friends in the control tower had given you so much crap for planning a date over the radio but as embarrassed as you were, you were also excited. Rooster had to be hot, his voice was all deep and on morning hops it had this rasp to it that had your mind drifting outside of the control tower and straight to the bedroom, imagining what it would sound like first thing in the morning.

“Call me if you need me to pick you up,” Your friend said over the phone while you stood outside of the Hard Deck, gathering the nerve to go inside. “But I really hope I’m picking you up from that pilot’s place and not the bar.” 

“Shut up,” You laughed, hearing a car door slam shut in the parking lot. “The first thing you said to me when I transferred here was not to sleep with any of the pilots.” 

“Not sure I like that advice,” Rooster’s voice had you flushing pink, heat washing through your body. You hung up on your friend, looking up to finally catch your first glimpse of Rooster and your breath caught in your throat. No one should look that good in a Hawiian shirt. Tall, tan, and a mustache that wouldn’t have worked on anyone else. You felt your knees go a little weak. Rooster smirked, “But I do like that look on your face.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” You leaned against the wall, smiling as he closed the distance between the two of you. “This is how I usually look.” 

“I really hope not,” Rooster rested a hand on your waist, looming over you, his spiced cologne filling the air around you. “Because then every man who sees you is thinking exactly what I’m thinking.” 

“And what are you thinking?” You hoped he was thinking what you were thinking, which involved moving away from the bar and towards his car as fast as you could. You wrapped your arms around his neck,

“That you’re just as sexy as your voice.” You went up on your toes, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips that Rooster wasted no time deepening, pressing his hips into yours. “It’s embarrassing what your voice does to me.” He kissed down your neck, pulling whimpers and gasps from your lips.

“I love it when you flirt with me over the air,” You admitted, slipping a hand beneath his undershirt, feeling the smooth muscles of his back. “Shit,” Rooster nipped at your pulse. You could feel his hardness against your thigh, showing just how much he wanted you. “Please tell me you drove here.” 

“Sure you don’t want to have a drink first?”

“Why, is Hangman in there?” 

“Yeah, that’s it,” Rooster threw you over his shoulder and you squealed, “I’m not letting you anywhere near Hangman in that pretty little dress.” Rooster carefully set you in the back of his car and crawled in after you.

“Possessive is a really good look on you,” You grabbed him by the collar, pulling him down on top of you, kissing him hard.

“Good,” His calloused hands ran up your thighs, pushing your dress up to your waist. “Because I don’t share.” Rooster’s fingers ghosted over your panties, drawing out a soft moan. “How are you worked up already, pretty girl?” 

“Well, you’re hot,” You nipped at his bottom lip. “And your voice, fuck,” Rooster  stroked you through your underwear, “I hear it in my dreams sometimes.” 

“Good to know I’m not the only one.” The two of you made quick worth of your dress and underwear, the backseat filled with moans and sweet nothings, whispered between kisses. Rooster had his fun, working you up on his fingers until your toes were curling, “Cum for me, baby. Cum on my fingers like a good girl,” Pleasure washed over you, your body arching, fingers digging into Rooster’s broad shoulders. 

“Will you please,” You panted, trying to catch your breath as Rooster lavished your neck in kisses. “Please fuck me?” 

“I feel like I should take you out on a date first,” Any other time you would have appreciated him being a gentleman. But not when you were naked in the backseat of his car, feeling just how hard he was pressed against your sensitive core.

“This isn’t your pre-flight checklist, we can do things out of order.” Rooster chuckled, 

“I knew you’d sound good like this, so needy for me.” You rolled your eyes, grinding up into him, “Let me take you out to dinner first.” 

“Am I going to win this argument?” Rooster’s thumb found your clit, your body jolting at the contact.

“How about this, you come on my fingers for me one more time, then I buy you dinner,” He slipped a finger inside of you, “Then I’ll take you to my place and give you everything you want.” 

“Deal.”

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Is It A Trick? Or Is It A Treat?

Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.0k

Warnings: corruption kink, baby sitter!reader, daddy!toji, age gap (reader is 20s and toji is 30-40s), toji kinda takes advantage of the reader's little crush, virgin!reader, making out, hickeys, nipple play, pet names, oral sex, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, mating press, mention of gagging, thigh fucking, and cumming on reader's chest

A/N: an old kinktober fic of mine that i think ate

Also, maybe consider signing up for the 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦!!

“Hello, Mr. Fushiguro?” you answer your phone to the guy whose kid you babysit every so often.

“Hey, Y/N, are you free on Halloween? I know it’s a Saturday, but I was hoping you could come over and look after Megumi,” Mr. Fushiguro says.

“Sure, Mr. Fushiguro, I’d be happy to,” you reply.

“And since it’s a holiday, I’ll give you extra payment,” he says.

“Wow, really? Thank you so much, Mr. Fushiguro,” you can’t believe what you’re hearing.

“Of course, anything for Megumi’s favorite babysitter,” he compliments.

“Aw, thanks; tell Megumi I said thank you,” you say happily.

“I will. So, I’ll see you on Halloween,” he says.

“Yes, thank you, Mr. Fushiguro,” you say and hang up the phone. You can’t wait to be able to hang out with Megumi. He’s such a sweet kid and always polite. Sure, you have to sacrifice your Halloween evening, but you were planning on using the night to study for your upcoming midterm exam, so this is a better deal, especially since money is involved.

When you arrived at the Fushiguro house, kids were already beginning their trick-or-treating. You wonder how long it’ll be before little Megumi can trick-or-treat with the other kids.

You ring the doorbell for the Fushiguro house, and Mr. Fushiguro answers. He’s wearing a nice button-down and slacks. He looks really…

“Oh, Y/N, right on time,” he says.

“Hello, Mr. Fushiguro,” you greet. He prompts you to come in, and you do so. You walk past the living room and go into the kitchen. You see Megumi in the living room as you pass; he’s coloring with some crayons and markers.

“So, there’s a pizza in the freezer that you can heat up, and you guys can hang out in the living room,” he explains. “You can call me if anything happens.”

“Great,” you acknowledge.

“I should be back around 10,” he says.

“Are you…uh, going out tonight, Mr. Fushiguro?” you ask. “You seem really dressed up.” He chuckles at your question and comment.

“No, no. Just have to take care of some business, that’s all,” he says.

“Oh, I see. Well, good luck, Mr. Fushiguro,” you say. He begins to go to the front door.

“Thank you, Y/N. Have fun with Megumi,” he says and heads off.

You go to Megumi and help him color for a while.

When ten rolls around, you had Megumi tucked into bed for about two hours by now, and you’re just waiting for Mr. Fushiguro to return. You keep thinking about how good he looked in that outfit. Sure, he looked good in anything but the way the button-down shirt looked on his toned body, it was hard not to notice.

Your little crush on your employer started pretty much the day you started working for him. His intense black hair, green eyes, and smirk always have you weak.

Though, Mr. Fushiguro would never like you. You’re a college student and not to mention a virgin. He probably wants someone sophisticated and experienced. You are neither of those. So, you keep these feelings to yourself, of course.

You hear the door open, and it’s Mr. Fushiguro, finally home.

“Welcome home, Mr. Fushiguro,” you greet him coming towards him at the front door.

“Y/N,” he says. Ah, just the way he says your name is making you melt. “Everything went smoothly, I hope?”

“Yes, everything was great,” you tell him.

“Good,” he says. “Oh, by the way, you took your bike here?”

“Uh, yeah, why?” you ask.

“While I was driving here, it began to rain,” he explains. So you look out a window, and you see that it is raining.

“Oh,” you mutter.

“I can drive you home,” he offers.

“Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Fushiguro,” you really appreciate his kindness.

“Here, let me go get your payment,” he says. “It’s in the other room, so I’ll be back.” He walks off to another room in the house, and you decide to wait for him in the kitchen. He comes back with cash in hand and stands with you as he counts the amount.

“You know I really do appreciate you coming on a holiday,” he says.

“Oh, it’s really no problem,” you wave your hand away. “I wasn’t really planning to do anything anyway.”

“Really? No parties or anything?” he asks.

“No, that’s not really my thing,” you admit to him.

“I see,” he says. He hands you some cash, and you take it. “I’m surprised a girl like you doesn’t have any fun.”

“I-I have fun,” you stutter from your nerves.

“Like?” he asks. He leans a little closer to you to hear your answer. “You can be honest with me.”

“Uh, well, I occasionally go to parties and have fun, Mr. Fushiguro,” you say.

“Please, call me Toji,” he says. “I’d rather you call me Toji.”

“Uh, Toji, I have fun,” you can feel the heat on your face.

“Why don’t you show me what you mean?” he asks. “I’m more than willing to see. Besides, I know that you want me to see. I know how you feel about me.”

“I…uh,” you aren’t sure how to respond. “I-I can’t show you,” you admit.

“Can’t?” he asks. “What do you mean?”

“I-I’ve never…never done it with anyone,” you admit. You hear him exhale as if he’s excited.

“You’re a virgin, Y/N?” he asks. You nod sheepishly. His smirk grows. “Aw, that’s cute.” He steps closer, towering over you. “Want me to fix that?”

“Huh?” you’re so shocked to hear him talk like this. He’s flirty but not like this.

“Well, I promised I’d give you some extra payment, didn’t I?” he asks.

“You did,” you agree.

“Will how ‘bout I give it to you?” he asks.

“O-Okay,” you agree. He grabs your thighs and lifts you onto the kitchen island counter. He moves his hands to your neck and hip while pulling you into a searing kiss. You aren’t sure what you should do, so you thread your hands through his black hair. You moan as his tongue begins to drag along your lower lip, asking for entry. You gladly open your mouth to him, and Toji can’t help but smile into the make-out because of your sweet innocent obedience.

He moves down to your neck and begins to suck on your supple skin. Making sure to leave his mark.

“Mm, Toji,” you hum. His sucking making your thighs tremble. He moves his hands to massage your thighs as he attacks your neck. Toji leaves your neck to look down at your hot and bothered face. He looks you up and down, trying to figure out what he should do next.

“Take off your shirt, baby,” he commands. You do as he asks, removing your t-shirt and leaving you in your bra. “Oh, look at your beautiful tits. Has anyone ever touched them?” You shake your head. “Oh good, I get to be the first.” Toji brings his hands to your clothed breasts and begins fondling them lazily. His thumbs press over your nipples, having them perk up for him. You arch your back to his touch and moan.

He reaches behind you, unclasps your bra, and allows it to fall to the ground. He leans down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, and you feel his hot tongue swirl around your bud. The other nipple is played with Toji’s fingers.

“Ah, mm, Toji,” you moan. “F-Feels so good.” You feel him smile again. His tongue continues to swirl your nipple with the other hand playing with your other nipple. He switches every so often as you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the minute.

After another minute, he unlatches from your chest with a pop and looks at you.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” he says.

“Uh, right, okay,” you agree.

He grabs your thighs again and lifts off the counter with ease. He quickly carries you to the bedroom and lays you down on his bed. He unbuttons his shirt, and you finally see what he’s been hiding under it. His toned, muscled chest flexes as he pulls his shirt off his body.

Toji looks down at you and commands that you remove your pants. You follow his orders and remove them and toss them away. Then, he sits between your legs, grabs the waistband of your panties, and slowly drags them. Agonizingly so.

Toji raises the panties to his face and inspects them.

“Aw, baby, you got them all soaked,” he says. “You want me that badly, huh?”

“Y-Yes,” you reply shyly. He chuckles darkly.

“My pretty innocent girl is being so cute for me,” he says. Toji leans down to your cunt and sees how wet you really are. He wastes no time in plunging his tongue into you. You arch your back and grab at the sheets below you. You feel his tongue swirl around your walls and flick against you. His strong arms keep you planted so he can taste you as much as he wants.

“To-Toji, don’t stop,” you tell him. He thrusts his tongue faster, brings his fingers to your clit, and begins rubbing. Your brows knit together, and you see Toji’s green eyes staring at you. You clutch onto the sheets harder and close your eyes, throwing your head back. You feel your abdomen tighten with every tongue fuck and clit rub. Toji brings himself closer to your cunt as he feels how close you are.

You moan out again and feel yourself gush out. You cum on Toji’s tongue, and when he raises his head up to you again, you can see the remnants of your orgasm on his lips and chin.

“Felt good, didn’t it, baby?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you agree.

“Well, I’m not done with you yet,” he tells you. He grabs your legs and places them onto his shoulders. You yelp from him dragging you into place. “I can’t wait to stretch out this pretty pussy of yours.” He thrusts his cock straight into you, and you cry out at the feeling of being filled.

“Ah! T-Toji!” you moan out.

“Baby, don’t be too loud; you don’t want to wake Megumi, do you?” he asks.

“No,” you answer simply.

“Good girl,” he compliments. He drags his cock out of you and thrusts it back in, hitting you deeply. You cover your mouth from making noise with your hand. He smirks at how cute you look like that. Then, he begins thrusting into you with a pace, and a very fast one at that. You’re knocked back again the bed, and you feel yourself stretch around his cock.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he says. “Shit, you feel so goddamn good.”

“T-Toji!” you can’t help the scream of his name.

“Shh,” he says. “If you get any louder, I’ll have to gag you with your soaked panties.” You go back to covering your mouth with your hand. Toji’s hands hold your legs tightly against his chest as he thrusts into you. You hear him grunt above you as he fucks you.

“Fuck,” he curses again. You hear the bed slightly bang against the wall and ground from Toji’s strong thrusts. His hands hold you down so much that you’re sure there will be marks on your legs. The pain of his thrusts and the pain of the stretch finally catch up to you, and you try to contain yourself from crying out.

Toji doesn’t stop his pursuit, and you keep trying to keep yourself calm.

“Shit, you’re really clamping down on my cock, baby,” he says. You feel his cock twitch from within you. He moves his hips faster, and his grunts are louder. “Fuck.” He drags his cock out of you entirely, moving them between your thighs, and thrusts between them instead. Toji cums on your stomach after he’s done.

Toji helps you to put your legs back down, and he runs off and gets you a warm wet towel to clean you with.

“Told you I’d give you extra payment,” he says.

“Yeah,” you aren’t really sure what to say after all that.

“Baby,” Toji starts. “Would you wanna babysit tomorrow?”

“Uh, sure,” you agree.

“Good, I’ll make it worthwhile,” he says.

© c1nna1nmyr0ll 2024, all rights reserved. do not plagiarize, use for ai, copy, translate, or repost my content on any platform. comments, reblogs, and likes are loved

[seraphinitegames]

The Wayhaven Chronicles - Update 03/Nov/2023

A different and exciting update this week!!

So, a little while ago, I had this idea pop into my head, and I just couldn’t let it go. It built and built until it formed into a full-fledged plan in my head and then on paper. But I didn’t really do much about it because time-constraints, etc.

But with Book Four being quite intense in different ways, the idea I was imagining was much more…fluffy, hehe! Not that Book Four doesn’t have some awesome fun, downtime moments, but this other thought was more of that.

Then one day I mentioned it to Nai, and she absolutely loved it, so then it started to become even more of a plan with her excitement fueling it!

And this week, I began making a real start on it…

I don’t really want to promise anything quite yet—as you can probably guess considering the theme of this project that it’s a bit of a tight schedule if I want to get it out on time—and I would hate to disappoint anyone, but I really am slamming through it already and am ahead of the very strict schedule I have for it!

If it comes together as smoothly as hoped, then it’ll be available for purchase via itch.io for Windows, PC, as we haven’t managed to find anyone who could port it for us yet, but hopefully that might still happen! It’ll also be avaliable for $5+ patrons on Patreon as a free download on Windows, PC!

Next week I will be squeezing in social media days before hammering back through this again!

I realise I’m being super vague about this, but I will be sharing much more as the weeks go on, and it begins coming more to life, but I can give a small hint…

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Waiting at The Square, on a Very Chilly Evening.

Christmas in Wayhaven.

It's sparkling, frosted, and magical…quite literally.

Which means the spirit of the season takes on a whole new perspective when you know magic is actually real.

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Prepare for something light, fluffy, cosy, and full of festive fun with those Unit Bravo romances… ;D

(This ‘novella/side-story’-type game won’t be considered canon or anything, so you don’t need to play it to enjoy the main series if it’s not something you’re interested in. It’s more just a nice moment between the books to simply indulge much more in the actual romance-side of things, hehe!)

I hope you all have the most amazing weekend! We’ll be offline as usual, so I’ll update again next Friday with more hints about what’s to come…hehehe! ;D

[neli-corner]

Part 1, Moving in

Rafe x kook!reader

Series Masterlist

Y/n was born a kook. Raised in a house full of money, her only worry was how she would spend it all. Her dad was the owner of a company, her mother was a housewife—like most other women who married rich men—and her brother? Well, he was on the other side of the country, living his best life without a care in the world.

Despite her upbringing, she was probably the most down-to-earth person you’d meet. She was born into a family that was well-respected and respected everyone, regardless of their status. They were the type of family that talked to everyone. You’d see them occasionally on a Sunday morning in church, or maybe on a Sunday night loudly singing at a small restaurant. From the outside, whether you were an adult or a teenager, they were the kind of family you wanted to have.

Y/n moved around a lot, especially during her childhood. But after finally purchasing a house in Figure 8, right next to her dad’s new business partner, Ward Cameron, it seemed that Outer Banks became their last final stop.

“Is this it?” Y/n asked with a glimmer of hope in her eyes as she looked at the beautiful house through the car window.

“Yeah, I thought you’d like it. We wanted it to be a surprise,” her dad replied, craning his neck slightly to see her reaction through the rear-view mirror.

“It’s really pretty. But I’m just happy we’ve finally settled down after years of running around the world,” she breathed out with a chuckle. “Also, do I get the biggest room?” she questioned, turning to look at both her parents.

“No, but you can have the second biggest one,” her dad replied, as her mom laughed at her daughter’s slight huff.

Y/n practically jumped out of the car and pushed past the doors, giving herself a tour of the place. She let out a gasp, halting her movements as she saw a man sitting on the gray couch in the living room. She slowly backed up, bumping into someone else.

“Ow,” she muttered before practically jumping away. “What the fu—” She got cut off by her dad.

“Y/n, honey, watch your language,” her dad warned softly, noticing her scared expression. “This is Ward and his wife, Rose.” He introduced them as the couple laughed.

“Sorry, kid, I didn’t hear you come in. Your dad just wanted us to make sure everything was running smoothly,” Ward chuckled, patting her arm lightly, as she nodded.

“Yeah, of course, sorry,” she muttered, still in shock.

“It’s good to finally see you all. I take it you’re Y/n?” Rose greeted her with a quick hug, which she returned.

“Yeah, I am,” she smiled. “Why don’t you go check out the rooms? We got your stuff put into the room your dad thought you would like.” She explained as Y/n nodded and began to walk upstairs where the rooms were.

“You know, my family and I are having a small party tomorrow at the country club. You all should attend; it’ll be good to meet everyone else. My son and daughters will also be attending; I’m sure Y/n will get along with them,” Ward told Y/n’s parents, taking a sip of his scotch.

“Yeah, that sounds great! I’m sure Y/n would love it too!” Y/n’s mom replied with a bright smile.

A/N: This series isn’t going to follow the original plotline of the show, but certain aspects will be incorporated!

[badaseyebags]

private lessons ⋆｡°✩ chapter 2 ⟢

fluffy, suggestive, smut in upcoming chapters

word count: 3k+ (phew)

warnings: very obvious power dynamics, just some making out, a bit of begging, lots of praise, lots of pet names, BADA CALLS HERSELF MOMMY!!!! aaaa

author’s note: i’m back 😳 i’m sorry that this took much longer then i expected, pls don’t block me 😞 i hope this is readable and not too disappointing @-@ i promise there’s actual smut coming soon! feel free to leave some feedback/suggestions! thank you so much for reading ♡ -booger 🍞

with one last glance in the mirror you gathered the remainder of your courage and slipped on your shoes, grabbing your purse with shaky hands. why were you so nervous? it’s not like you’re going over to her house to get bent over. you’re simply going to get tutored. unfortunately you remind yourself why you’re in this position in the first place, due to your lack of concentration during her classes. you sigh shaking your head, applying a second coat your favourite lipgloss nonetheless, just for good measures! was it too much? was it obvious you put in a little more effort than you usually do? would she notice? why would she? and why do you even care so much in the first place? she’s just a teacher after all..

she had texted you the address and you realised she actually lived a bit further, which is probably why she offered to come pick you up in the first place, not wanting to inconvenience her any further you politely refused. maybe you were starting to regret it knowing it’ll take a long time to get there by bus, and you’ll most likely be late.. late to your first ever tutoring class, what a great way to start. woohoo!

you put your headphones on, making your way into the bus and finding an empty seat all the way in the back. that way you could have some privacy to collect yourself before you meet her. actually.. that wasn’t really working and you began getting more nervous so you decided to pull out your notebook to mindlessly doodle for the time being. it turned out quite cute you thought to yourself, staring at the sketch, imagining those two figures kissing were you and her. oh no, you’re doing it again. you and your stupid imagination! and that’s not even the first time you caught yourself doing something so silly. you close your notebook shoving it back into your bag, just a few stops away from your destination. phew. time to actually collect yourself!

with wobbly knees you make your way to her apartment, palms sweaty as you smooth them over your skirt. 10 minutes, you’re 10 minutes late.. would she notice? she’s having a day off that she sacrificed specifically to help you, and you dare come late? oh no, you’re definitely screwed. you start panicking as guilt washes over you, practicing your apology in your head, accidentally ringing her doorbell in the process. fuck. you didn’t mean to do that just yet, you weren’t ready. if you’re fast enough you can just ru-

you heard the door nob turning, soon revealing a tall slim figure in front of you. “oh miss y/n! you decided to show up after all, and here i thought you didn’t need my help anymore” she teases giving you a half smile making your heart jump, not only due to you being late, but because of how effortlessly attractive she looked with her two toned hair tied back into a messy loose braid, complimenting her light blue button up paired with some slacks. not to mention the sound of her half groggy voice calling out your name and the way it slid past her lips so smoothly.

“h-hello mrs. lee i am so sorry for being late! i didn’t”before you could finish your apology she chuckled, shaking her head. “no need to apologise sweetie, i was just teasing a little. come on in, make yourself at home.” you blink up at her, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. you just greeted her and messed up? damn already? was it because she called you sweetie?! god, you’re hopeless.

“i won’t bite.” she chuckled again, walking into her apartment leaving you with no choice but to follow behind her, timidly shutting the door as you entered. you swore you could hear her quietly mumble something under her breath, but you decided it was your twisted mind playing tricks on you once again. for the sake of your sanity. “here here, have a seat. care for some tea? coffee perhaps?” she pulls out a chair for you and this small gesture alone has your heart fluttering for no reason. you look down shyly, taking a seat and avoiding her gaze. “i..uh.. anything is fine, thank you.” you mumble trying not to keep yourself composed. she smiles nodding as she reaches for the jar of instant coffee. “i haven’t had my coffee yet, since i wasn’t sure if you’d like to drink some with me. do you like yours with milk, sugar?” was she calling you sugar or was she asking you whether or not you wanted sugar in your coffee? …and she waited for you to have coffee? yeah, as if. you need to stop being delusional. “miss y/n?” she glanced back at you knocking you of out your prolonged silence. “i-i would like both please.. i like my coffee s-sweet” you close your eyes in embarrassment as another stutter leaves your clumsy lips. you swear you never stutter. she chuckles in response as she prepares your drink. “we are quite the opposite, i prefer mine black.” she gives you a soft smile, sitting down across from you, setting your drink in front of you. you mutter a shy thank you as your hands reach for the spoon, mixing some sugar into the warm beverage. “oh that’s nothing, i usually make really good coffee but my coffee machine broke recently so.. instant coffee will have to do for now.” you nod quickly, fingers gripping the handle and side of the cup. “that’s fine! any coffee is good! i actually prefer instant it’s not like i know much about coffee anyways-” your lips are faster then your brain causing you to blurt out such a fact about you, which only made her smile wider. “oh we really are opposites, maybe i could change your mind once i make you a proper cup, hm?” you blush nodding fast in agreement, did that mean you’d be seeing her more then just this one time? you try to calm your nerves by bringing the cup to your lips, taking a little sip. maybe it’s better to keep your mouth busy so you don’t end up embarrassing yourself even more.

“so y/n… just how much experience do you really have?” she also brings her own cup to her lips, eyes fixated on yours. your eyes widen, the coffee you tried swallowing getting stuck in the back of your throat at her question, resulting you in coughing out loud making her put her cup down and lean towards you in worry. “are you alright sweetie? was it too hot? did it burn you?” you cover your mouth, calming yourself down as you shake your head noticing bada is very professional and calm despite asking such a personal question.

maybe you are too shy after all and you should be more open when it comes to talking about your sex life. people do it all the time, it’s totally natural. you hear others talk about it all the time. but then again why would she ask you such a private question out of nowhere? maybe she’s just a very social person, this is how adults talk and there shouldn’t be shame. it’s not like you ever talked about sexual things with anyone, but you know others do. like with their friends, parents, therapists, lovers.. you just need to get over the embarrassment and step out of your shell, you could learn a lot from her, be as mature as she is, even when it comes to such topics. she sure wouldn’t judge you no matter what, she’s a teacher after all. “i’m fine! i’m just.. not too good at talking about such topics.. but i… well…i don’t have much experience… none at all actually. that’s really embarrassing to admit. others my age have already done so.. many times.. maybe i am really slow or something..” you chew on your bottom lip, struggling to keep your head up to look at her, choosing to look into your cup instead. if you could see your own reflection in the coffee you’re sure your face would be beet red by now. that’s when bada herself chokes a little as your unexpected response.

you totally misinterpreted what she was asking. she was asking about your experience on the subject she was supposed to tutor you on, not your sexual experience. did she give you the wrong impression? was she being too obvious with her interest in you? were her flirting attempts not as subtle as she attempted? no way, with how empty headed you are they probably flew right past you, she thought. well.. it’s not like she wasn’t curious about that in the first place, but she wouldn’t have asked so suddenly. however, she didn’t have the heart to embarrass you like that by correcting you and telling you that you misunderstood her question.

she just cleared her throat and went along with it. was she willing to risk it all? this made her want to corrupt you even more, but she can’t. not yet. you made her lose her composure. she needed to fix that and get back in charge. she won’t let it, let you, fluster her. “sweetie..there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. that’s exactly what i’m here for.” she decided to test out the waters, see if you were as submissive and truly empty minded around her as she painted you to be. her hand was itching to get a feel of your skin, she was struggling to fight it. she needs to take this slow she reminds herself, she doesn’t want to scare you away. but it seems like you’re already falling into her trap. your eyes instantly snap up to meet hers, to make sure weather you heard her correctly.

“it would be such a pity if you left without learning anything.. wouldn’t that make me a bad teacher, hm?” she furrows her brows in faux sympathy as her hand finally reaches out, gently cupping your cheek making you look up at her. you gasp at the sudden contact and your current situation. “oh y-yeah… i’m here to be tutored-“ you try to avoid her gaze, once again looking down in embarrassment. your nervousness made you think of studying again, which is the reason she invited you over. right? you must be totally misunderstanding this. you’re just being delusional, you tell yourself.

despite you both sitting down she visibly towered over you, not just in her height, but in her presence alone. you could feel her knees ever so gently pressing against your own if you weren’t trying so hard to distract yourself.

was she sitting so close to you from the start?

she scoffs in amusement, her lips forming a fake frown. “oh you poor little thing.. you really thought i wouldn’t notice the way you look at me during class? that i can’t see right through that pretty little head of yours? you’re a smart girl y/n, we both know you don’t actually have a issue with learning..” your cheeks heat up as you’re forced to meet her gaze that looks more intimidating then ever. she just exposed you. she knew it this whole time. you didn’t think your crush on her was that visible. your lips part to speak but no words come out making her grin. her thumb slides past your bottom lip ever so gently, almost knocking the air out your lungs. “i think.. you could do so much better, all you need is just a little motivation.” she hovers over you, her thumb now reaching the corner of your lips, collecting the remainder of coffee and bringing it up to her own lips. her eyes flutter shut momentarily, licking her thumb clean and savouring the flavour with a hum. “so sweet indeed..” she hooks her pointer finger under your chin, making you look up at her. chuckling softly she leans in further, her thumb stroking just below your bottom lip as her eyes trail from your eyes to your lips and back. “are you gonna let me have a taste, doll?”

you gulp, your own eyes focused on her lips, slowly nodding as you look up at her. “now now, wouldn’t that be too easy?” she leans in closer, lips near your ear. “you’ll have to be a good girl and ask for it.” your mouth goes completely dry as you gulp. your hands clutch a fist full of your skirt, tension so thick it could cut air separating you two. you mutter under your breath, scared your voice will betray you. “mrs. lee.. could you.. umm.. can you kiss me?” you shut your eyes tight, hoping she would kiss you then and there. instead you only hear a dry chuckle.

you open your eyes, attention on her as she tucks a stray hair behind your ear, confusion painted on your face. “thats not how a good girl asks. not even a please? now that’s not very polite, is it? i’m starting to think you don’t deserve it.” you whine shaking your head. “no no i’m sorry! please… please kiss me?” you look up at her desperately. “aww you want a kiss that bad?” she coos cupping your cheek, smirking at the heat of it against her hand. you nod fast, leaning into her touch, totally submitting to her.

“use your words, tell mommy what you want.” she raises her brow, waiting for you to finally say it. your cheeks feel like they’re on fire now, heart beating faster then before as you stumble over your own words. “m-mommy?” you shyly repeat after her, eyes widening, cheeks painted red. you could see the shift in her eyes, and the way it affected her.

she closes her eyes for a little, biting her lip almost as if she’s savouring the sound of your voice calling her that. “how fucking cute.” she rests her thumb against your bottom lip, softly pulling it down. “doing such a good job begging mommy for a kiss…” you close your eyes tightly at her praise, almost whining from such a small action. she leans in, her lips just a few millimetres away from your own. you could feel her breath against your lips, covering your skin in goosebumps. she keeps one of her hands against your cheek, while the other rests against the top of the chair you’re sitting on. she gives your cheek a soft stroke before finally connecting both of your lips.

her soft plump lips smashing against yours felt like a reward. it felt like they were on fire, the way your lips burnt when she pressed her own against them. her fingers against your skin were so gentle, tracing the outline of your cheek, barely touching your skin as if you were made of glass. her lips were telling a different story as her kisses only deepened. you didn’t know what to do with your hands so you loosely griped the fabric of her blouse. she felt you fidgeting and decided to slide one of her hands down to reach for your hand, giving them a soft squeeze before wrapping them around her neck. this gave her the opportunity to drag her hands down your body as she scooped you up in her arms. without breaking the kiss she lifted you and placed you on the table next to her, making you wrap your arms around her tighter. she experimentally dragged her tongue against your bottom lip so gently, your lips parted in surprise. she smirked sneaking her tongue inside your parted lips that granted her access. you let out a little whimper at the feeling of your tongues gliding against each other. you could almost taste the bitterness of the coffee aftertaste mixing with your sweet one and for once, it was delicious. you were everything she wanted and she wanted.. needed more. eager to be closer to you, one of her hands slid down your thigh, slightly parting them as she pushed herself in between, she just couldn’t get enough. with one of her large hands hand stroking the outer side of your thigh, and other one playing with your hair you couldn’t help but shiver in her touch. it was like she was devouring you whole. your body feeling so soft and tiny pressed up against hers. it was driving her insane. she pulled away breathing heavy, admiring your flushed face and slightly messed up hair, remainders of your lipstick smeared all over your lips as you look at her with what she could only describe as hearts in your eyes.

fuck, she’s so screwed. she knows it’s over for her. you wrapped her around your pretty little finger and you didn’t even know about it. heck, you didn’t even have to do anything. you submit to her so easily and that was more then she needed. there’s no way she could just return to just being your teacher, she had to make you hers. you pout slightly as she pulls away, already reaching for her, wanting to feel her lips against yours again. you got her heart beating as hard as she made yours. subconsciously shivering in her arms. as she leans in placing gentle pecks on your lips followed by your cheeks, so much more gentle and affectionate then she was just moments ago. “mommy has to stop before she gets too greedy..” she breathes out as she cleans your messed up lips with her thumb, knowing what she meant you nod, still leaning into her touch. she pressed a final kiss to your lips before pulling you into her embrace, your head in her chest, hands soothing your back.

“let me drive you home precious, it’s way too late for you to be going out on your own.” she gently pats your head, before she realises. “you didn’t bring any jacket with you?” you shake your head at her question, once again fidgeting with your skirt, slightly swinging your feet back and forth as they dangled off the table. “i’m not letting you leave like this.” you blush looking up at her as she brings you her sweater that is much bigger on you then it is on her. she taps your arms signalling you to raise them which you do, making her smile as she dresses you up. “how cute..” she admires you for a moment, fighting back the urge to squeeze you in her arms before offering you her hand which you accept as she helps you off the table. unable to keep her hands off you, she’s smoothing her hands over your clothes in attempt to fix them. “are you ready to go, pretty girl?” she pecks your nose, grabbing her keys as she grabs your hand. you giggle nodding as your heart flutters at her treatment, clinging onto her arm, letting you guide you to her car.

of course she opened the door for you and closed it after you sat down before she got in herself. of course she told you to keep the sweater because she wants to see you in it more often. of course she told you to keep this a secret as she pecked your forehead goodbye. of course your head was filled with nothing but her as you laid in your bed, wearing nothing but her sweater as you drifted into slumber, hoping you could see her even in your dreams, the scenes from earlier on repeat. you were starting to really look forward to these private lessons..

[ivorydragoness44]

“Blush” Part Two Morgie le Fay x Merlin’s Kid! Reader

(A/N: A collaborative piece between @where-dreamers-go and @ivorydragoness44 for a continuation of two magic users who are crushing on each other: Reader who is headmaster Merlin’s kid attending Merlin Academy and Morgie, son of Morgana le Fay. Warnings: Awkward teenage-hood, mention of snakes, and use of (Y/N) for your name. Also Lain translations: facti sunt inanimati (become inanimate) / Ego amo te multum (I like you a lot) / acceptus (welcome/pleasing) Word Count: 4,740 words)

An outdoor common area wasn’t crowded during your lunch time. Various seating and tables welcomed anyone outside of class time. The open area distributed voices into an easily ignorable murmur.

Your usual go-to reading spot in a comfy armchair was exactly what you needed after you had finished eating. Some time to yourself. Time to get a head start on assignments or study. You did neither.

A large volume on momentum spells sat upon your lap. There it laid open to the same two pages for the past ten minutes.

How did I not notice before?

You had been searching through any reliable memory for nearly twenty-four hours since Bridget had cleverly hinted of Morgie’s crush on you. In turn, you realized your own stirring feelings for him in such an odd fashion.

How could I not know my own feelings? You wondered. I know when I’m happy or anxious, impatient, sad, or surprised. Definitely surprised. These feelings were obvious.

Blinking, you retained nothing from the pages before you.

How could you?

You had such a confounding and unanticipated revelation. It was as if you were questioning everything around you as it looked fresh and altered in a way.

Am I in the beginning or all ready in the middle of these feelings? You sighed. I just want it to make sense.

Not that there was much reason for your scurrying between classes the day before. All wrapped in your own mind and hardly making so much as a glance at anyone around you.

That anxious feeling and fluctuating levels of anticipation followed you into a new day. Always on the look out for a specific magically inclined student.

Two more classes and then he’ll be in that one. It’ll be fine. It was fine yesterday.

A sway of greens and black caught your eye from further away. Passing chairs and laughing fairies.

Recognizing the figure only made your heartbeat pick up into a rhythm that made your fingers twitch.

Thoughts whirled in your mind and the large room felt too warm.

I can’t.

Picking up your belongings you dashed around the armchair and sped out into the closer hallway.

I need a quieter place to study anyway, you reasoned with yourself. Your feet took you down a familiar path and soon you had your sights set on a corner seating area. It’s totally normal to sit here, you thought, I’ve done it before. No one really comes here unless they need to. It’s a big school.

Indeed, it was a large academy.

But, who else would sit outside the Headmaster’s office to study other than his offspring? Probably no one.

You sat a bit too upright against the cushions.

I just need to focus. That’s a skill.

Yet shame rose to your cheeks and chest as you considered your escape. A move quite cowardice.

The truth was simple: You were unprepared for the new situation. Having near romantic feelings, more than friendly, towards Morgie was not something you foresaw. The weather, sure, but not a crush. Not int the least.

All you could do was hope to get through the rest of the school day as smoothly as possible…and maybe see Morgie. Maybe.

⭐︎ ⭐︎ ⭐︎

Many questions could be asked within the halls of Merlin Academy. None were deemed silly, mostly.

Why is it called ‘butterflies’ when my stomach flips from seeing (Y/N)? Morgie thought while he strolled to class. They’re nice flips.

Hopping over someone’s school bag, Morgie chuckled and quickly surveyed the common area with its tall windows. He saw the same students chatting animatedly, practicing magic, and keeping close to those they knew.

At the sight of a familiar shade of blue, Morgie felt those butterflies.

(Y/N)! Morgie came to a halt as he watched you speed walk through a threshold with a large volume tucked against you. I wonder what spell book they’re reading now. Or history book.

Being gifted with magic himself, Morgie knew almost exactly how knowledgeable and skilled you were. Magic ran in both of your families. Strong and well-known.

A mental image of your eyes shining in magic filled him with a tickling warmth.

Very magical, he thought dreamily.

⭐︎ ⭐︎ ⭐︎

Mathematics class; intimidating to some, aggravating for others, and a welcomed challenge by few students.

Sitting in the front row of desks made it easier for you to take diligent notes. Goodness knew how important it was for you, child of the knowledge-seeking Merlin. Especially when you continuously fought the urge to check windows’ reflection.

It was just the right lighting. The perfect cloud cover outside. A subtle way to have a look at the classroom.

So what if you were curious?

I’m just checking. That’s all, you thought as you glanced over to Morgie’s reflection.

After twenty minutes of repeating the action every so often it could no longer be considered ‘checking’. No, you were studying Morgie. Observing how he presented himself in class, a learning environment. He didn’t interrupt. Expressive, but not loud.

By the end of class, your notes could had been neater. An easy task for later.

You took your time leaving class. Slowly packing your belongings where they ought to be in your bag. Yet your eyes had began a habit.

You wanted to see him more. To see what might happen.

Is that a side effect of having a crush on someone?

Could you truly call it studying, something you were confident in doing?

Morgie squeezed passed a taller student while heading for the door. It was when he reached it that he looked over his shoulder and caught your gaze.

In the time it took you to hold back your gasp, Morgie had a flush rise up his neck.

Oh.

In a flash, Morgie left the classroom.

You blinked.

What does this even mean?

⭐︎ ⭐︎ ⭐︎

Too much thumping. Too warm and flighty.

Morgie had never shoved and bounded down a hall so fast. Not for avoidance anyway. He had no idea what came over himself.

Eventually stopping underneath a tree, Morgie breathed in the fresh air.

Why does my face have to get so warm? He thought while fighting the urge to hit his forehead on the tree trunk.

Uliana’s words from the day before rung in through his head: “A villain shouldn’t be blushing; not over an honors student.” She had seemed so bewildered then by Morgie’s reaction to you.

It wasn’t as if it was his fault. He didn’t make himself blush on cue, nor did you. If Morgie had it his way, no one would had been able to tell how he liked you. He didn’t want them to.

But (Y/N) probably knows, Morgie thought. They’re too smart not to know I like them. His heartbeat increased steadily.

Seeing your figure ascending a set of stairs took a short gasp out of Morgie.

I could say something.

The youth leapt from out of the foliage, took a few steps, and stopped. His chest felt like it was shaking with the rapid thumps of his heart.

Morgie swallowed. Hazel eyes watching nervously as you walked out of sight.

Maybe another time.

⭐︎ ⭐︎ ⭐︎

A whole week passed with just as many assignments and suggested readings. Knowledge was gained and some sleep was lost. Studying for a text was involved.

Maybe I’m getting better at this, you thought.

Leaving your final class of the day, you held your head a little higher and had a slight bounce to your step. Days were looking up, more positive. Magical, one might say.

You had good news to share with your father, Merlin, and Bridget had given you a copy of a cookie recipe. All good things.

And I’m pretty sure Morgie had looked at me in class today, you thought with a giddy smile.

Oh, that crush of yours? You one hundred percent knew you liked him.

Did you figure out when those feelings started? No, and that bit irritated you. You really wanted to know in order to figure out the details. But your mind liked to keep some secrets it seemed.

On route to your dorm, you avoided the sea of students. Each gathered in various sized groups to socialize after a long day.

You wanted to put your books and all away in your room first. It was a wonder how much you could fit into one bag.

Walking into a near deserted hall with mid-afternoon lighting gave you an odd sense of awareness. No distractions moving about or unpolished enchantments to dodge. It was you, your surroundings, and your senses.

Through those senses, it was easy to notice someone trotting up behind you. Not too fast, but also with intent.

“Hey.”

Your eyes widened a fraction at the sight of Morgie slowing to match your pace.

“Hi.” You greeted lightly and did a quick glance behind him.

He came alone.

This is a bit new.

“How’d you do on the exam?” Morgie asked and gingerly bit his bottom lip.

“Better than I thought. Thankfully. I spent enough time studying for it.”

“I know.”

You looked forward briefly and asked, “How about you? How’d you do?”

“Near perfect.” He nearly smiled from ear to ear. His chest stuck out just enough.

A swell of pride unmistakably grew within you.

“That’s great.” You said, grateful to have an easy conversation. “I’m not surprised.”

Was that too much?

Walking alongside Morgie was quite new. Welcomed and almost peaceful. What blasted all that into the stratosphere was the delighted grin brightening Morgie’s face.

Oh. You could feel your heart squeezing and your own smile widening.

All major smiles dropped once the pair of you reached a staircase.

“I’ll…see you later,” Morgie took a step away.

“See you.” You gave one last smile and started the ascent. Even with eyes focused on the steps ahead of you, you were aware of Morgie’s gaze following your movements.

Definitely a more positive day.

⭐︎ ⭐︎ ⭐︎

Time and one’s innermost desires didn’t always line up as one hoped. Not even with magic.

Morgie had thought his time was perfect, but there were other factors he forgot to take into account.

This could be better, Morgie thought, or worse.

Morgie had followed his band of fellow villains in line for lunch. Stomachs hungry and eyes trained ahead was the usual standing for the students.

For Morgie, however, his fingers twitched and he was much too aware of every movement he made. He could hardly help it. Making an impression and standing out to you kept him on his toes.

You were standing behind him talking with someone. A fairy who was asking for wand advice, apparently.

They’re a really good listener, Morgie thought as he kept waiting to hear your voice. They might be smiling. He managed not to turn around. Even teenagers with magic had some self control. More so, gaining the attention of the other villains wasn’t something he wanted at that moment.

Suddenly, inhaled sharply as he felt the slightest movement of air behind him. You had almost touched him.

Standing so close together in line felt like the best and the worst thing all at once. Morgie could hardly breathe in a normal manner.

“Hey,” Hook tapped Morgie on the shoulder.

His eyes glanced over to the pirate captain. Soon he met the others’ gazes.

“Are you sick?”

Morgie shook his head.

“The line shouldn’t take that long,” said Hades.

“It could be faster.” Uliana pointedly looked ahead.

After quiet observations of Morgie le Fay, the villains turned back around as the line moved up. He was thankful for the lack of questions. Perhas they had thoughts on the weekend ahead. Morgie sort of did.

Hearing your cheerful laughter practically roll through his nervous system reenergized him like a potent potion. He pulled at his thin scarf.

I need to do something.

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After a rainstorm everything felt alive and…wet.

Nearing the end of your lunch period you had dried off a part of the seating at a table in a courtyard and got to work fixing your notes. Earlier in the day, one of your teachers had spoke faster than you would had preferred. At least the cramp in your hand ebbed.

If they weren’t in a rush to finish the lesson today, you thought, my notes wouldn’t look like a total lopsided disaster trying to keep up. Picking your pen up, you had an idea. Why can’t I let my pen write for me? A mixture of a locomotive spell and personification. It could work. Worth a shot, you thought and set down the pen.

A quick shake of your arms to stay loose, and you straightened your posture.

Any spell started with an intention. With yours set, you spoke clearly and allowed your gift to charge. You had done spells since you were little. This one could be considered a light exercise.

One you completely goofed up when the sight of Morgie le Fay walking by with his hazel eyes already gazing at you threw off your concentration.

“Oh, goodness.”

The pen in front of you didn’t move.

 A startled scream drew your attention to your real mistake. Across the courtyard, a stone bench scampered by a group of students.

“Blast it.” You hit the table and leapt from your seat.

“(Y/N)!” Jasmine and Aladdin shouted, both rushing away from the animated furniture.

“Sorry!” You ran after the bench as it fled form you in a gallop. “Stop!”

⭐︎ ⭐︎ ⭐︎

Merlin Academy allowed magic in the curriculum. No question about it, with a wizard as its headmaster. It was then, expected by most, to see magic nearly everyday, given the various students’ skillsets.

“That looks like fun,” Hades commented on the running bench, Maleficent nudging his arm in disapproval.

“Maybe they like mischief after all.” Hook said to Morgie and peered to his friend. “Morgie?”

No one was beside him. Not anymore.

Moving as fast as his legs could take him, heart pounding, Morgie ran through an alcove. He had a simple plan: cut off the animated bench’s path and stop it before it caused you any harm.

If (Y/N) wanted it to be running amok, they wouldn’t be panicking. A logical thought for the teenager keeping an ear for any sign of the likely misbehaving bench.

Sunlight poured into an opening of a walkway intersection, and Morgie skidded to a halt when he heard your aggravated shouting in Latin. The corner of his lips curved up.

“Come on,” Morgie murmured in a ready stance.

Rhythmic thuds came closer and closer.

Gray stone tumbled around the corner.

“You,” he kept his hands raised, “facti sunt inanimati.”

 A jolt and stiffness hit the bench, stopping altogether. Echoes of its last movements faded into the building.

“Ha.” Morgie gave the bench a good look-over. “Nice try.”

In the next moment, you rounded the corner with determination. Your objective had been completed without you. It stood to reason why your surprise built as you slowed to a stop by the bench.

Backlit from the afternoon’s warm sun and your gaze on Morgie, he found himself speechless.

“Morgie,” you inquired between intakes of air, “did you… Did you stop it?”

He nodded, heartbeat increasing.

A grin brightened your face. “Thank you.”

Morgie stuck out his chest proudly. He could feel himself grinning.

“You, uh, you didn’t have to.” You gave the stone bench a light tap with your shoe.

“I wanted to.”

An expression and emotion came over you, one Morgie couldn’t quite read. You weren’t angry or disappointed. It was neither sadness, irritation, or disgust.

The longer he studied you the more you stood there in wonder.

Should I walk closer? He thought, glad to not be blushing.

“(Y/N),” Fay had scurried into the covered walkway. “Are you all right? Oh! You got it.”

You had turned around to face the fairy, “Actually…”

“It’s all right. I messed up with my wand again yesterday. But, perhaps, we can move the bench back. Somehow.”

“Levitation could work,” you suggested with a cute tilt of your head.

“Yeah. Excellent, (Y/N).”

Standing quietly, Morgie’s heart had a small leap of warmth whenever your name was spoken. A spark of excitement.

“Morgie,” you said looking over your shoulder, “I’m glad the bench didn’t cause you too much trouble.”

“It would’ve ran away if it knew what I can do.” He replied feeling more confident.

“I’m sure.” You smirked playfully.

Not so deep down, Morgie really wanted to keep the conversation going despite the new task ahead, Fay standing right there, and an upcoming class. He could probably come up with something.

“Uh.”

Both you and Morgie looked to Fay as she stood waiting with her wand at the ready. Patient as she was, Fay appeared confused at your interaction.

Good. She doesn’t need to know.

“I have to run.” Morgie leaned forward and allowed his magic to alter his eyes. “You can catch me later.”

After witnessing surprise on your lovely face, Morgie took his leave. Blushing was the last thing on his mind this time.

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Warm afternoon sunlight made the headmaster’s office cozy and nowhere near intimating. It could also be the familiarity and the sheer number of books in your father’s office. Not particularly a surprise for you.

The actual surprise came earlier when you decided to talk to your father about what had been nagging at the back of your mind.

If only you could get yourself to that topic.

“You heard about that?” You cringed, slouching into your seat.

“I did.” Merlin said calmly as he sipped his tea. “It’s not often a stone bench runs around the academy. Oh, don’t take it to heart. Mistakes happen. We can learn from them.” Ever the understanding and intelligent man. Anything could be a lesson in his view.

Now’s as good a time as ever, you thought apprehensively.

“I…was distracted.” You admitted quietly, nervously.

Setting down the teacup, he looked at you pointedly.

“Well now, you know better than that.” He cleared his throat, “especially with others around.”

“I know. I know. It’s just… It doesn’t make sense,” you rambled on, “it’s like one day everything’s normal and then… Oh, goodness.” You sunk further into the furniture a little embarrassed. “I have…feelings for someone.”

Merlin chuckled, “I see!”

“But I don’t know when it started so that I can know fully why.”

“Very illogical and confusing. You might never know.”

“What?”

He continued to chuckle happily. “There’s no logical explanation for this.”

You grumbled, thought half-heartedly with how your father was in such a good spirits.

“A most befuddling thing.”

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Late in the evening when crickets started chirping and owls were starting their day, villains mingled in an enormous rotting eel. An excellent place as any to hang out after school at the black lagoon.

Moods were high and shared as the motley crew recalled the chaos you enchanted bench caused. A real highlight of the day.

“I’ve never seen a fairy fall into bushes before,” Maleficent snickered with a swirl of her hair.

“Or a wave of students diving out of the way.” Hook laughed along with the others.

“Who knew (Y/N) could cause such glorious chaos.” Uliana added gleefully.

“Speaking of fleeing,” Hades turned to Morgie. “Where’d you run off to? You missed the fun.”

“I caught up with (Y/N).” Morgie replied as all attention fell to him.

“Oh, you spent time with Merlin’s goodie goodie?” Uliana teased playfully. She wasn’t oblivious to how Morgie acted around you.

Feeling more confident and a tad bashful, Morgie added, “I think (Y/N) and I could cause some mischief together.”

“Now that I’d like to see.” Uliana said positively.

“Merlin’s child without a book? How shocking,” Maleficent said and patted Hades’ arm.

“They mustn’t be afraid of the dark,” Hades said casually.

“Aye, but how much do they like it?” Hook questioned and looked to the young sorcerer.

Morgie breathed in slowly. “I’ll have to find out.”

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Sounds of water and chirping of birds ground you after what felt like the longest class of the semester. An exaggeration of course. But being by a water feature with friends between classes helped ease your mind.

“Is there a world where you’d consider not being in honors classes? It would give you some freedom.” Jasmine smiled encouragingly. “Or do you like a challenge?”

You shook your head, laughing. “I like learning. Is that so bad?”

“You’re not trapped in expectations are you?”

“Trapped? No. Trying to ignore them? Definitely.”

“I have some experience with—No!” Her words broke into a yelp as she looked down to where you both stood.

“Oh!”

A cream colored snake slithered over your shoe. Not a large one, and it hardly had any weight to it at all.

Odd, you thought and bent down to inspect the creature.

“Be careful.” Jasmine said from a couple of steps away.

“I will,” you squinted and almost laughed once you made a discovery. “Oh? It’s paper.”

“What?”

You chuckled and held out your hand. The parchment, very much enchanted, coiled upon the palm of your hand.

“Will it bite?” She inquired.

“What bites?” Aladdin showed up, almost out of nowhere. His gaze went from Jasmine to where hers was locked. “Are you planning to trick someone?”

“No.” You Brough your hand closer to you and added, “I’ll check it out. No worrying, all right?”

“All right.” Jasmine relented. “I’ll see you in class.”

Giving a wave to the happy pair, you departed for some seclusion. It was truly a good thing that the academy was large and not a simple rectangular building.

This is not a trick, you thought as your mind quickly narrowed down who would enchant paper to be a snake. Those thoughts only made your heart rate quicken.

As inconspicuously as you could manage while not fast-walking, you ducked behind a tree full of branches to obscure yourself from view. The last thing you wanted was a nosy student popping up behind you.

“Alright,” you exhaled and held the ‘snake’ up. “Do you have a message for me?”

With a shiver and nod, the paper snake unrolled before its serpentine enchantment subsided.

“Huh.”

Heat rose to your chest and neck.

It is form Morgie.

Your eyes had looked to the signature first before reading his message in its entirety.

(Y/N), Ego amo te multum. In my chest there is a hum every time I see you and hear your name it’s fluttering and warm and all the same. It’s new and acceptus and I wish you and I were an “us”. Please reply yay or nay. If negative, destroy this letter today. Morgie

Hardly knowing if you were breathing properly or what time it was, you read the letter two more times. You had to be certain you weren’t mistaken. Your heart threatened to burst! metaphorically, of course.

Morgie le Fay did like you! It wasn’t just a misreading of situations. He liked you a lot.

Him writing in Latin may had got you a little flustered, but you’d manage.

Quickly with shaking hands, you folded the letter and stashed it into your bag.

Yup. This is new. Befuddling maybe. You thought as you attempted a few calm breaths. He likes me! A wide smile curved your lips. Oh, wait, wait. I need to reply. Reply…and say what?

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As with each weekday, the rest of the school day went by. Each spare moment gave you a chance to breathe more consciously and time to contemplate what to write back to Morgie. Obviously, you would. It needed to be written just right.

Morgie liked you and you liked him. For once in your life, you needed to fully express that in words. No more avoidance. Time had come to admit your emotions.

A little intimidating, but he took a big step—a chance. I can do the same, you thought as you walked into your dorm room. Your safe place. No more hiding. It took me long enough to figure out how I feel. I can do this.

So your writing began. Many scratched out marks and revisions later, the reply to Morgie’s confession was complete.

Morgie, How could I reply with a simple Yay? My dear Morgie le Fay Ego amo te multum. I have found where the hum comes from. It’s from oneself being incredibly happy. I have it too. You may have my reply, YAY And I’m keeping your letter. Affectionately, (Y/N)

Thankful to have finally written with a steady hand, you folded the letter and enchanted it to fly as a bird. Speedy delivery for the sorcerer who would without a doubt be hoping for a reply.

Poor Morgie had to wait hours all ready. I hope he doesn’t think I burned his letter, you thought anxiously. But if he didn’t have hope or bravery that I might feel similarly, then he wouldn’t have sent the letter in the first place. Oh, goodness, how do people deal with this?

All you could do was pace the floor of your room.

What else could you do?

Your thoughts were no where settled to do anything academic. So you waited.

Waited for what exactly? You were not certain.

Anything and everything could happen. Even nothing.

Just breathe. You did your part. You leaned against your bed. Then again, there are no instructions for these sort of…illogical things.

About ten minutes since you had sent out the letter, there came an unfamiliar knock on your door. It spooked you as if you had been sitting in the dark alone.

Apprehension to disappointment of another person and nerves overcame you then. There was only one way to find out who knocked.

Be brave.

You walked up to the door.

Unless it’s Ella returning my book…

Upon opening the door, you were doubly happily surprised to see a beaming Morgie with very tidy hair, holding a single flower. The sort of flora that grew around the school grounds.

“Hi.” Morgie stood almost completely still.

“Hi. What are you doing here?” You asked with a grin.

“I wanted to see you.”

Your chest swelled with warmth and all you could do was stare at him, the body who liked you back.

Hazel eyes peered passed you and Morgie tilted his head.

“Why do you have crumbled paper all over your desk?”

Looking over your shoulder briefly, you laughed. “The first few drafts of my reply.”

“Oh,” Morgie raised his free hand to reveal a piece of paper. “Like this?”

“More rambling and messy because I was nervous, but yes.”

“Affectionately nervous?” A smirk upturned his lips slowly.

“Happily so.”

Beaming, Morgie took a step forward, but stopped as he was unsure of your reaction or preference of closeness. He looked ever so adorable. A letter from you in one hand a flower held in the other.

A hug I can handle.

Taking a step back into your room, you held out your arms and beckoned him in for a hug.

Morgie didn’t waste a second of your invitation. The two of your embraced. All nervous jitters forgotten. Enjoying the affection from the other with all the giddiness, warmth, and comfort that came with it.

“I really, really like you,” Morgie whispered onto your shoulder. His arms embraced you a little tighter, emotions shown freely.

I could hear that on repeat.

“I really, really like you,” you said, happy your voice didn’t crack. “Maybe we could do something this weekend?” Your bravery had come out full force.

Was there anything to be nervous about anymore in regards to your feelings?

Morgie leaned back to look at you with bright eyes.

“Yeah! Anything.” His excitement level escalated.

“Anything?”

“Anything,” he insisted. “A walk, a prank, trying a new spell, causing mischief, or dinner.”

“You’ve had time to think about this.”

“All day and when I ran here.”

“You ran?”

“I wanted to see you,” he repeated and finally offered you the flower.

You accepted the flower without hesitation.

Perhaps your time and future with Morgie would be something like that. Beautiful and unexpected. More than anything, you knew it would be magical.

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Anthology Blast Prompt 4: Swallowing Pride

for the Athendroyln After Dark Anthology Full prompt list for the Anthology Blast Tips are appreciated! Contains: dom/sub dynamics, fellatio, hair-pulling, face-fucking, degradation, bondage, name calling, coming untouched, aftercare, injury from sex

The neck brace was uncomfortable, but not nearly as much as the breathing tubes had been. Yatur savored his limited freedom as the elvish nurse checked him over yet again. He sat as still as possible, trying to stare down his nose at his tusks to entertain himself while she monitored the healing spells doing their work on his injured throat. The display next to his hospital bed made a few beeping sounds and showed a dozen graphs he couldn’t begin the parse.

“It looks like everything’s coming along smoothly,” the nurse said. She flipped a switch on the display, returning it to a normal heart monitor. “All your internal thaumaturgic levels are stabilizing and there’s no sign of over-healing.”

“That’s a relief,” Yatur said, but he hadn’t been worried. Maybe it was the painkillers, but he felt fine. “Am I clear to go, or…?”

“I’ll check with the doctor, but we’ll probably want to keep you until the last of those spells leave your system, just in case.”

“Is there a still a risk of over-healing?”

“Not immediately, but if there’s any additional trauma to the area, it might work itself into overdrive at the last second.” She shrugged. “It’s rare, but better to be safe than sorry.”

Yatur tried not to make a face. He’d been hoping to go home today. “Gotcha, thanks.”

“I have to be with another patient, but if there’s anything else—”

A different beep came from the door. The nurse went to check it out, leaving Yatur alone in his bed. He awkwardly swung his entire upper body toward the door, curious, but his eyes pulled him toward his bedside table instead. A tall bouquet of yellow flowers, as fresh as they day they’d been delivered, sat in their enchanted vase. He smiled fondly.

“It looks like you have a visitor,” the nurse called back. “Your partner, Orakh?”

“Send him in,” Yatur said.

She opened the door wide and Orakh shuffled in. Despite his impressive stature and stocky body, he managed to look exactly like a kid coming off a time-out. Yatur would have shook his head if he could move it at all.

“I’ll come see you after I’ve followed-up with the doctor,” the nurse said, “and they’ll let you know when you’re discharged.”

“Thank you,” Yatur said, waving.

“Uh, thanks,” Orakh mumbled.

The door shut and they were alone. Orakh came to the bedside and sat in the visitor’s chair, hunching apologetically. Yatur extended a hand, and held it there until he took it. His lighter green fingers in Yatur’s forest-colored palm, everything was exactly as it should be again. Except—

“I���m so sorry,” Orakh said.

“Stop apologizing,” Yatur ordered. “That’s eleven times now.”

“What else am I supposed to say?”

“I don’t know, something interesting? I’ve been so bored for the last three days.”

“I can’t believe you’re saying that.”

“Are you? Really?”

He rolled his eyes and sighed. “No, not really, but it’s ridiculous that you aren’t taking this more seriously.”

“I’m fine! The surgery went off without a hitch, and I’m—”

“You needed surgery!”

“And it’ll be the funniest story about a scar I’ll ever tell in my life.”

Orakh let go of his hand to bury his face in his palms. “Don’t make this a thing, please.”

Yatur shifted his entire body to lean over and ruffle his hair. “Aren’t you a little proud?”

“No?” He looked up, baffled. “Why would I be proud of this?”

“Why not? I mean, come on, it’s not like you did it on purpose.”

“Exactly.” Orakh put his head back in his hands. “That is exactly why I’m not proud of this.”

Yatur sighed a little, petting him more gently. He hated seeing Orakh like this, especially because Yatur hadn’t been angry even for a second, but it made sense that he would be more torn up about their little accident. He was always so careful, there was no way he didn’t feel responsible. Though, to be fair, their night had started off perfectly...

Yatur was on his knees, wrists bound to his ankles by cuffs and chains, achingly hard. Worse still, he hadn’t been allowed to take his clothes off, his cock pressing near-painfully against the front of his jeans. Right now, there was only one thing he was allowed to do.

Orakh yanked his hair hard. “Open up, slut.”

Already gasping, Yatur dropped his mouth as far as he could, starry-eyed from the fist Orakh held him still with. Staring up at his naked body—fat chest, protruding belly, thick thighs, and heavy arms, dusted with dark hair—Yatur could only whimper as his equally fat cock slid into his mouth.

It always shocked him how he could feel Orakh squeeze past his tusks, almost too thick to fit between them. He tried to squirm forward, desperate, but Orakh kept his head on a slow course all the way down. Inch by inch, he filled up Yatur’s mouth, threatened to fill up his throat entirely, drowning him in cock. Until, finally, his nose hit the front of his belly, and he stopped. Saliva already dribbled out from the corners of his mouth. He wished he could breathe in to smell his musk.

“Look at you,” Orakh sneered. “What a whore. Do you drool on every cock as soon as you get a whiff?” He slowly pulled Yatur away from his dick, all the way until the tip pressed against his bottom lip. “Or is it just mine?”

“Yours,” Yatur sighed, tongue darting out to lick his tip. The salty pre-cum made his mouth feel less empty. “Just yours, please…”

He scoffed. “I don’t fucking believe you.”

Orakh adjusted his grip on Yatur’s hair, taking it in a fist, and yanked again. Yatur’s moan was muffled by his cock. Since it wasn’t forced all the way down his throat again, he just moaned harder. It filled his mouth with no room to spare, and he sucked gratefully.

“Are you really telling me,” Orakh said, “that a whore like you wouldn’t suck any cock put in front of him?”

Yatur couldn’t protest with his mouth full, but he could run his tongue along the underside of his shaft. His domineering posture slipped when he grunted hotly, eyes pinching closed in pleasure. Yatur sucked him again, trying to mouth his way farther down, but it was no use. Orakh had his hair in a vice grip, and he twisted his wrist to make sure he knew it.

“You’re just proving my point,” he said, composure recovered. “You’re such a pathetic slut, you can’t help yourself from sucking me off even when I’m insulting you for it.”

He whimpered and wriggled in his bindings, because it was true. Yatur didn’t care what Orakh said—didn’t care about anything Orakh did to him—as long as he got his face stuffed. He could spit in his eye, slap him across the face, tell him he was worthless, but as long as Yatur got to suck his cock, even once, even just a lick, he’d do it gratefully.

“I guess it’s not that bad,” Orakh said, pulling Yatur away again. “That you have no standards and all.” Before he reached the end and left him empty, he pushed back in. “It makes you the easiest fuck in the world.”

Yatur moaned around him, not for anything he said, but at the feeling. The sensation of a cock moving back and forth across his lips, his tongue. Orakh didn’t stop moving, using his mouth like a hole to fuck. He watched as Orakh’s cock got farther away, then closer, then farther, then closer—his own cock throbbed in his pants. Yatur couldn’t help moaning while he sucked, laving Orakh with his tongue, trying everything he could think of to keep his cock inside, to keep him fucking his mouth. He didn’t even care about going breathless—he needed it so badly.

“Imagine if you cared,” Orakh continued, sarcasm dripping off every word. “Think of all the cocks you never would have sucked, if you weren’t such a dirty whore. If you weren’t so desperate, maybe you wouldn’t have fucked every dick you’ve ever seen. Wouldn’t that be tragic?”

To punctuate the sentence, he thrusted hard. Yatur choked as his fat cock touched the back of his throat, but it was gone as soon as it arrived. He whined as Orakh pulled him away. He laughed at his aguish.

“Gods, you’re pathetic. You’re a pathetic fucking slut.” He popped his cock fully out of Yatur’s mouth, and yanked him higher. Orakh looked him in the eye, a burning, demanding stare. “I want you to say it.”

“I—” Yatur rasped, trying to find his voice.

“Tell me what you are.”

“I—I’m a slut.”

He cupped a hand around his ear. “You’re a what?”

“I’m a slut! I’m a slut, I’m a pathetic slut! Please, I’m a slut!”

Orakh smirked, and it melted him inside. “That’s what I thought.”

This time, there was no build up. Yatur got his mouth stuffed all the way to his throat, his nose mashed against Orakh’s stomach. He curled his toes and his fingers and his cock twitched in his pants. Fuck, it felt so good.

“And because you’re such a slut,” Orakh said, patronizing, sneering down at him, “I’m going to treat you like one.”

He pulled Yatur away, and he gasped for air. Orakh let go of his hair to grab both sides of his head in his big, warm hands. Yatur had just enough time for his stomach to flip over before Orakh thrusted into his mouth.

Yatur choked as his cock slammed down his throat, but wasn’t given any time to recover. Orakh held his head in place and snapped his hips again, and again, and again. Each thrust shoved his cock deeper, forcing every inch of his thick shaft down his throat. Orakh stuffed him like a too-small cocksleeve, and used him just as flippantly.

Trembling in his restraints, all Yatur could do was take it. Drool and pre-cum spilled from the corners of his mouth in long strands, and he knew his boxers were ruined, but he couldn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t do anything about his body that begged for release, he couldn’t beg for more, he couldn’t even moan. Helpless, Yatur just kept his mouth open and waited for Orakh to be finished with him—to toss him aside like the easy slut he was.

Part of him hoped it would never end. He loved being used, he loved that Orakh could barely fit in his mouth. The tip of his cock hit the back of his throat with every thrust, easily, and he felt Orak trying to fit even more. A particularly hard snap of his hips pounded the back of his throat so hard he felt tears spring to his eyes.

“Don’t fucking tell me,” Orakh grunted, huffing from his work, “this is too much for you.”

He pulled out slowly, and Yatur took the welcome opportunity to breathe. The tears slipped down his cheeks, his throat throbbed from the barrage it had taken, but Yatur still wanted more. He looked up at Orakh, prepared to beg again, but he didn’t get a chance. Orakh fucked his throat hard, and pulled out slow. Another thrust, a slow retreat.

“Take it,” he commanded, and thrusted again. “Take it, you—stupid—fucking whore.”

Yatur arched his back and would have sobbed if he had his mouth to himself. His body screamed, his ecstasy wound tighter and tighter by the second.

“You’re nothing—but a needy—fucking—hole.” He kept going, thrusting to punctuate every word. Yatur thought he might explode. “Worthless—pathetic—slut!”

That finally undid him. Yatur jerked in his bonds and a desperate, broken sound burst from his utterly fucked throat. He denied cock twitched and coating his clothes in desperate cum. Orakh didn’t stop, still using him while his body quivered. Only when he slumped, completely spent, did he pull his cock out of his throat—but still kept it in his mouth.

“You liked that, huh?” he teased, but his imposing demeanor wavered. His cock was hot and heavy on Yatur’s tongue, desperate for its own release. He let go of Yatur’s head and took his hair in a fist again. “Be grateful I fucked a dirty slut like you. Suck.”

And he did. Yatur sucked the cock that abused his throat so tenderly. He mouthed and licked and treated it like it was the most precious thing he’d ever do with his lips. Orakh moaned to reward him, twisting his hair in his pleasure.

It only took a minute for his work to pay off in the ultimate prize. Orakh came with another twitch of his hips, spilling down his aching throat. Yatur accepted that, too, swallowing every salty mouthful with a small whimper.

After he was done, Orakh released his hair gently. Yatur fell back against the bed, exhausted. He didn’t even bother ending the scene properly—just sat back and breathed. While he rested, Orakh got down and undid his restraints.

“Hey, good job,” he said, voice so much softer now. He put the cuffs to the side and helped Yatur unbend his legs. “Are you alright, how do you feel?”

“Good,” Yatur rasped. He was going to be sore tomorrow, for sure.

“I’m glad.” Orakh took his messy face and kissed his nose. “Thank you for doing all that. I love you.” Yatur tried to say it back, but coughed harshly. Orakh stood up. “Water. I’ll be right back.”

“Pants,” he wheezed, gesturing at the dark stain on his front.

“And new pants.”

He left with purpose, a man on a mission. Yatur closed his eyes to breathe some more, and contemplate how lucky he was.

“You couldn’t have known,” Yatur said, smoothing his hair to try and get him to look up. “We’ve done stuff like that scene a hundred times, and nothing bad happened.”

“I know,” Orakh said. He took his face out of his hands, but didn’t look up. “I just… I feel like I ruined it.”

“What?” He folded his arms over his chest. “Come on, look at me.”

It took several seconds, but Orakh lifted his head at last. Guilt marred his expression, guilt and apology. It was heartbreaking. And complete bullshit.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” Yatur insisted. “This thing”—he pointed at his brace—“does absolutely nothing to take away from how much I enjoyed that scene, and you’re being ridiculous if you think this has ruined blowjobs for me or something. It hasn’t. I’ll be okay, but I’m going to be less okay if you keep beating yourself up over this.”

Orakh didn’t reply. He squeezed his eyes shut in a look Yatur knew too well. He swiped the tissue box off his side table and handed it over. Orakh took it and ducked again to dab at his eyes.

“We know to be more careful now,” Yatur continued, so he didn’t feel pressured to say anything. “I won’t be able to do oral for a while, anyway, so we’ll have time to come up with ways to make it safer.”

He crushed the tissue in his fist. “I should’ve—”

“Stop.”

“I should have thought of that already. Before something like this happened.”

“Accidents happen! Risk aware consensual kink, right? We did think of this.”

Orakh took a shaky breath. “I just… I’m supposed to make sure we both have a good time.”

“You’re acting like I didn’t have a good time. Also, who says it’s just up to you?”

“Everything? I don’t know.” He pinched his eyes, his thinking face. “My whole life, I got told that a good sex partner makes sure that whoever they’re sleeping with is having a good time. It was the most important thing—don’t be selfish, don’t do things they hate just because you like it, don’t ignore what they need. You know? And I ruptured your godsdamned airway, which—” He snorted, humorlessly, and dropped his hand. “I don’t know, it feels like I failed at all that.”

Yatur understood. He’d grown up hearing the same thing. “I get it. But you’re still wrong.”

“How?”

“Because you dragged me to the hospital in the first place, remember?”

Yatur had been sore after a rough face-fucking before. Usually a cough drop fixed him right up, and failing that, hot tea with honey. But this time was particularly… weird. The pain was closer to having a needle stuck back there than a sore muscle, and he couldn’t get a full deep breath, no matter how many times he tried. It was hard to swallow, too. He reached up to rub his neck, for the fiftieth time since he’d woken up that morning.

 “What’s up?” Orakh asked, looking up from the morning newspaper.

“I don’t know,” he rasped—his voice was still raspy somehow. He hadn’t been able to swallow more than a few mouthfuls of tea. “My throat hurts.”

“Hurts?”

“Yeah, it’s a bit sharper, I guess? Than usual.” He tried to cough, but it just sent another painful spike through his neck. He winced.

Orakh folded the paper down. “Do you need to call a doctor or something?”

“I don’t think so. Maybe I’ll take a bath?”

“How would that help?”

“Maybe it won’t? It just feels a little hard to breathe, so—”

“You can’t breathe properly?”

“I said a little, Orakh—where are you going?”

He’d gotten up from the table and made a beeline for the foyer. “We,” he corrected, shoving his feet into a pair of slip-ons, “are going to the ER. Right now.”

Yatur almost rolled his eyes, “Come on, babe, it’s not that bad.”

“And if it’s not that bad, they’ll tell us that at the ER.”

He sighed, ignoring how much it stung, and stood up. If it would make Orakh happy to check, he’d go get an x-ray or whatever. He really didn’t think it was that big a deal, though.

And it turned out Yatur was very wrong.

“If you hadn’t shoved me out the door, I wouldn’t have gotten checked out at all.”

“Because you’re stupid,” Orakh said.

“Yes! Very!” They both laughed, and it lightened the oppressive mood at last. “If you really failed at being a good partner and caring about my needs, you wouldn’t have brought me here.”

“Alright, alright. You’ve made your point.” He took a breath and reached for his hand. They laced fingers. “Thank you.”

“Thank you. For caring about me.” Yatur squeezed his hand. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Yatur let the moment hang for a few seconds, running his thumb over the back of Orakh’s hand. Then, he decided to ruin it. “Plus, imagine the story I get to tell at the Community Contribution Show next year.”

He blinked, confused. “What? That you sucked my dick and lived to tell the tale?”

“Yeah, basically.”

Orakh laughed, and Yatur was too proud of his own joke not to join in. They may have needed to tone down their favorite scenes, but as far as Yatur was concerned, everything in his relationship was perfect.

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[loulooser]

Okay so I’ve established how I feel breach is going to pan out (small summary: it’s gonna be focused more on the FIGHT of a bad bout of mental health. I made a long post explaining why)

We’ve also established that the weird analogue horror blurryface tweets are probably lyrics.

We have:

‘I check the windows, check the doors, and pull the blinds, pull the blinds, pull the blinds, pull the blinds’ (might be paraphrasing)

‘Now the blue, now the blue has ruined you’ (the above one backwards)

‘I check the clock, check the clock wondering what he will pull next’ (again, likely not word for word here this is from memory)

This sounds really paranoid? Obviously it’ll probably be Tyler singing (though I have a feeling Josh/torchie will have his spotlight this time around), but it being BLURRY saying this is… strange. Not only that, when you pitch it up it doesn’t even sound like Tyler (it usually does)

So whose perspective is this from? It makes the most sense that it’s from Tyler’s, being from the pov of his mind or something (Nico trying to seize him, fits with the narrative they’re telling and how I believe it will continue on), but maybe it’s Nico/A DIFFERENT BISHOP ‘checking the windows’ as the banditos move in on them

Last we saw, the bishops were on the floor but not confirmed dead (apart from Keons, RIP my father). It’s possible (not SUPER plausible) that this is from the POV of anxious bishops losing their grip on Dema and their power. Perhaps there will be some imagery of this in the bishops being unable to smear people anymore.

Anyway, we pretty much KNOW at this point that the contract (ELEVEN DAYS AWAY!!!) will continue EXACTLY from where we left paladin. It doesn’t make loads of sense to have the first song be at least partially from the perspective of the bishops. My best guess is it’s Tyler as I mentioned above.

But what does this mean for the rest of the album? In any album (especially one with a story inside it) has to follow smoothly from its opener, and tøp’s openers always set the tone for the album (see: jumpsuit, overcompensate). So if we have a scared, anxious song detailing some contract (my thoughts on the title of the song coming soon), likely between Tyler and Nico doesn’t sound to me like the trenches of depression.

All this said, I think that breach will follow on from the relapse of Clancy to actually SHOW the decline of Tyler’s health (perhaps shown visually through making Tyler look pale or unwell) rather than just the loss of control that leads to it, AND THEN the really shit times.

I do however strongly believe that Tyler and torchie are gonna claw their way OUT of whatever happens in breach. An album with a full, satisfying arc from decline to horror to survival. A cycle. We all know how much Tyler loves cycles.

I also think that breach will have aspects of EVERY album since and including blurryface. An eras album of sorts. It’s a great way to end the saga for people who aren’t into the lore, and it’s a great way to show ‘seasons’ of clancy’s mentality which I strongly believe to be what Tyler is attempting to show us through the music. I can’t see this ending any other way.

I just spent half an hour searching for a specific interview clip of Tyler discussing how he likes having ‘seasons’ of good and bad mental health and how they help you appreciate both sides of the experience more. I feel like that’s sort of what they’re going for with the ending? Teaching us that, while we’ve all been through these bouts of depression multiple times, we should treat them with a little more appreciation. It’s just like them to spin our bad times on us and make them hopeful, no? Why would it end any other way?

I don’t know how I’m going to shut up until September. I’m so exited for breach. Hopefully the Clancy tour live album will come out before then also, I have a feeling it’ll happen like that.

Bye :)

[gunilslaugh]

I had an idea that I think could be a cute fic! So basically the reader gets very nervous on airplanes but they randomly end up sitting next to Gunil and he distracts them by babbling about random things. Like a strangers to something vibe. PS: I absolutely adore your work and I always reread your fics when I have a bad day. I hope you have an absolutely amazing 2024❤️

This idea was cute! Thank you that means so much. I hope you don't have too many bad days 2024 💕

Goo Gunil

Summary: Flying always made you nervous, however the guy sitting next to you was pretty good at keeping you distracted. (idol/non-idol au)

WC:915

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

Your nerves increased the closer it got to your flight time. You woke up anxious in the morning and it only got worse when you arrived at the airport. Leg bouncing up and down in the uncomfortable plastic chair. Your flight was called to board and heart rate picked up as you picked up your bags. Taking deep breaths as you walk. Reminding yourself that you’ve only been on safe flights in the past and this one wouldn’t be any different. 

Once you boarded the plane you made your way to your seat, wiping your palms on your knees as you sat down. You took a couple more deep breaths to help ground yourself. 

“Hi, excuse me. That’s my seat.” A somewhat buff looking guy giving you a kind smile pointed to the seat beside yours.

“Oh uh- you know what it’ll probably be easier if I just,” you murmured about standing up and stepping into the aisle. Then you gestured for him to walk to his seat without having to worry about awkwardly bumping legs. He gave you a small nod still wearing a smile and walked to his seat with you following right behind him. You took a glance over to the guy to find him already looking at you. 

“I’m Gunil,” he introduced himself. 

“I’m y/n,” you took your turn introducing yourself. 

“Nice to meet you,” he commented. 

“You too,” you returned. You leaned back in your seat, starting to feel your nerves setting in even more. 

Soon enough it was time for your plane to take off resulting in your nerves becoming the highest they have been all day. Hands shaking as you try to fasten your seat belt. Your shaking hands catch Gunil’s attention. 

“Are you ok?” he asked you. You look over at him, 

“Yeah, flying just makes me nervous.” you look back down at the buckle trying to click your seat belt together. 

“Here.” Gunil places his calm, warm hands over yours, taking the seat belt from your shaking hands and does it for you. 

“Thank you,” you tell him sheepishly trying to fight off the blush that’s creeping up your neck. 

“No problem. You know I used to attend Berklee,” Gunil shares. 

“Really? So you do music then?” you questioned. 

“I’m pretty good at playing the drums,” he pronounced and drummed his finger against the armrest of his seat. 

“That’s cool,” you said. 

“Do you have any musical talents?” he prompts. You shook your head. 

“I’m only good at listening to music,” you half laugh. 

“That’s still good. Musicians need people like you to support them,” he says. You hardly even noticed the plane beginning to lift off due to Gunil proving to be a solid distraction. “Do you have a favorite artist?” You told him your favorite artist and surprisingly Gunil was a fan of them too. Which leads to you two having an excited conversation about what songs are your favorite. The plane is now fully up in the air and the flight is going smoothly, yet Gunil keeps talking to you. He was definitely good at talking. Being able to seamlessly tell one story right after another and jump from topic to topic with ease. 

You couldn’t keep from laughing after Gunil told a joke, but the joke itself wasn’t really that funny. It was his laugh that made you laugh. You found out that Gunil is a person whose laugh is funnier than the joke. It worked to your benefit though since it kept your mind from being able to think about being miles high in the sky. That was until your plane hit a bit of turbulence causing your heart to drop and anxiety to fill your stomach. However Gunil’s hand easily slipped into your own. His thumb stroking the back of your hand soothingly. Your anxiety seemed to melt away with each stroke that you were focusing on more than whatever story he was telling you now. Even after you had calmed down Gunil’s hand stayed in yours and you were glad about it. Finding that you were quickly growing fond of the man you’ve known for about two hours now. Gunil seemed to be growing just as fond of you as he brushed some stray strands of hair from your face with his free hand. 

When your flight was landing Gunil squeezed your hand extra tight while telling you a funny story about his dog. The two of you exited the plane together and waited by the baggage claim.

“Thank you,” you thanked him. 

“It’s no problem. This was probably one of my favorite flights actually,” he states. 

“Mine too,” you smiled at him. You picked up your bag when you saw it come around. Gunil’s came around shortly after and he grabbed his too. “I guess this is it,” you voiced. 

“Could I get your number actually? I would like to get to know you more,” he asked. He sounds a bit awkward for the first time since he started talking to you. 

“Sure, I wanna get to know you more too,” you told him, taking out your phone. The two of you exchanged numbers. 

“Great, I’ll text you,” he says. 

“I’ll be waiting,” you replied. With a wave goodbye the pair of you split. You had just settled your things into the car when your phone went off. 

“Didn’t want you to wait too long :)” it was a text from Gunil and it made your heart flutter.

[letsgivethisonemoreshot]

ShellShocked

After playing around with the idea of a best friends to lovers story in my head for a while, I woke up with this thought yesterday morning. It is 100% @unlikelywrestlingfan fault. So I wrote it down for her.

Summary: Trying to get ready for his next show, Alex asks his long time friend if she wouldn't mind helping him out with a move he's been thinking about.

Warnings: Language, Usage of real name due to one line I really fell in love with and had to write.

“Hey Ellie,” Patrick began as he entered his living room. “If you’re not busy today would you mind helping me out with something?”

“What did you need help with?” She asked as she turned her attention from the t.v. to her friend.

“I need to do a spot at the next show with a girl, but I don’t want it to be the same things I’ve done before. I want it to be different. I was hoping you’d try some things out with me.”

“Or you could just stop beating up women,” She joked.

“Nah. Easy way to get cheap heat.”

“Since when does Patrick Martin take the easy way out?” She asked as she leaned more forward on the couch.

“Never. Alex Shelley on the other hand…here and there,” He laughed. “So are you gonna help me or not?”

“Sure. Just take it easy on me. Remember I’m not trained for this shit.”

Ellie put the remote down on the couch and stood up. This wasn’t the first time she helped him work through some idea he had in mind for his wrestling career, probably wouldn’t be the last either. He took off his hat and tossed it onto the sofa as he met her in the middle of the room. She stood in front of him with her hands resting on her hips waiting. She could see the wheels turning in his head as his eyes were glancing up at the ceiling, temporarily lost in thought.

“So what are we doing?” Ellie finally asked.

“Okay. I was thinking instead of attacking her directly like I usually do, we could do a thing where she runs in trying to help him, but then I grab her and make her watch him getting destroyed by the crew. I just need to figure out the logistics to make it run smoothly. Alright, I think I got it. Slap me.”

“What?” Ellie asked caught off guard by his request.

“Just act like you’re going to slap me. It’ll be fine,” He assured.

“Okay,” She said, still unsure about it.

Ellis brought her arm back then swung forward, hoping the little force she planned on using would be good enough. She was surprised when he caught her wrist midair. Before she could ask him what his next move was, he spun her around calculating the movements so that the arm of the wrist he was holding was across her chest and pinning her other arm down by her side when he pulled her against him before tightening his grip slightly. She gasped when her back met her chest. His other hand went to her hair, being gentle on his friend as he moved it to the side.

“So from here I can grab onto the hair to move her head in any direction. I can fuck around with his head while he’s getting the shit beat out of him by holding his girl and making comments. I could even lick her face, or along here,” He explained as he gentle traced his fingers along the side of her neck. “They love that sick shit there.”

“Do not lick me,” Ellie warned sternly.

“I won’t. Not unless you ask nicely.” He laughed with a wink.

He let go of her wrist and the two quickly made some space between them. Ellie gently rubbed her wrist as she turned back towards him. Not that it was hurting in any way, she just felt like she had to.

“So, what do you think?” Patrick asked as he stuck his hands into his cargo short pockets.

“I think maybe you should leave that company before they corrupt you completely.” She joked as she sat back sown on the couch, pulling her legs up. “Are you sure she’ll be okay with that?”

“Pretty sure based off our history. But I’ll go over all of it with them first and adjust it however I have to.”

She nodded at him. “Sounds good to me then. Different than before, but still along the same lines. I think it’s definitely going to get the reaction you want.

“Thanks,” He smiled shyly, somewhat proud she approved of his idea. “Hey, lunch should be ready by now. Do you want to come with me to pick it up or hang out here?”

“No thanks. I’ll stay here and pic the movie. I don’t trust you to do it after the last one you made me sit through,” She answered as she grabbed the remote.

“Hey! I have great taste!”

“In food yes. In movies, no. Go pick up lunch,” Ellie said dismissing him as she began to scroll through movies on the television screen.

Patrick smiled slyly on his way out the door. Once she heard him get into his car and the engine turn on, Ellie wasn’t able to concentrate on the screen. She could only focus on the butterflies that were still fluttering around her stomach from when he had pulled her against him. And the way her skin tingled from where his fingers touched. She had kept this growing crush for her friend buried down deep inside. Not wanting to ruin what they had based on the lust filled ideas that filled her mind whenever he had his shirt off. But she didn’t know how much longer she could kid herself. This was no longer the “he’s kind of cute” thoughts she began developing long ago. They were growing stronger with each day they hung out together. The way her heart jumped when she’d see his name pop up on her phone went way past the feeling of friendship. And right now all she could focus on was how jealous she was of the girl he would be working with next weekend.

[aajjks]

🤭

NWO!JK

“not to steal crystals, silly. to keep the city safe. my apologies for offending you about” mj replies and after that the conversation is finished. but it doesn’t leave mj wondering one thing: why is it whenever anything negative is brought up about spider-man jungkook takes it personal? almost like they’re talking about him. could it be?

“Are you okay?”

“um, yes. i’m okay. just thinking about maybe our next outing. we should go bowling next” says mj before taking another bite of the stir-fry noodles. the rest of the night goes by smoothly as conversation seems to flow easily between both mj and jungkook, however, the finish line has been pushed back further than before.

“uh, no thanks. i don’t mind walking. um, i had fun as well. see you later, jungkook” mj says before heading in the opposite direction of jungkook who reaches for his helmet.

“it needs more….still not strong enough….”

🕷️🕸️🕷️🕸️🕷️🕸️🕷️🕸️🕷️🕸️🕷️🕸️🕷️

it’s 11 at night and after a drink or two, you’ve finally loosened up and had some fun with your friend jisoo who insisted that everything would work out fine. you’re still a little tipsy but you can still make out your surroundings and with jisoo passed out on living room floor, you’re stuck walking all the way back home alone.

maybe you should call jungkook but then you’re reminded of his date with that girl mj and he probably doesn’t want to be bothered by something so minor. not too long ago you told jungkook you’d kick young-jae’s ass if he ever put his hands on him and that goes for any person that is smart enough to put their hands on you.

you wait awhile to sober up some more before leaving jisoo’s apartment but only after making sure she’s comfortable in bed and safe. your apartment complex is only a 10 maybe 15 minute walk away so it’ll be quick. hopefully…

“hey pretty lady” says a man against a concrete wall but you continue onwards not paying attention to his obvious advances. once the man sees that you’re ignoring him, he takes it upon himself to follow after you. you speed your pace up with hopes to get out of his reach but it’s too late. the man grabs hold of you and pulls you close.

“you don’t hear me talking to you? it’s always stuck up bitches like you that think their pussy’s too tight to acknowledge someone”

“GET OFF OF ME!! LET ME GO!!”

“you got in money on you, eh? or do you wanna offer me that pretty mouth of yours?”

you struggle against the man but when you see an opening, you take it. you take a huge chunk of his finger in your mouth and clench your mouth tightly which causes him to let you go but not without pissing you off.

“YOU BITCH!!!” he punches you in the face which sends you onto the floor. “oh you’re really gonna get it now!!”

~🫧

Jungkook is now riding on his bike as he thinks about his dinner with mj. Why did he fuck up an opportunity he probably would’ve died for some time ago?

He’s still focusing on the road, tightening his hands around the handles. It’s almost about to rain, “ugh fuck.” He exclaims while driving.

It’s so lonely as he drives back home, the streets are almost empty, maybe due to the weather, but.. he shouldn’t be too stressed out about this.

Just as he drives through the roads, Jungkook notices some commotion. “What the fuck is going on?” Some man beating up a woman- holy fuck.

He needs to help her.

Jungkook stops his bike to the side way and quickly puts the keys in his pockets before running into an alleyway with his bag.

Jungkook immediately puts on his Spider-Man disguise and doesn’t waste a single moment before running to the man attacking the woman.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” He gets near the man before kicking him harshly, the raindrops start to drop from the sky. And that’s when it gives him some time to look at the assaulted woman.

Y-Yn???

“OH ITS YOU!” The man exclaims as he tries to defend himself against the great vigilante.

Jungkook can’t believe it at all. It’s you. His best friend who was being harassed by this creep. “YOU FUCKER IM GOING TO KILL YOU!” Jungkook uses all of his strength to hurt the creep.

He kicks him, punches him, repeatedly. Doesn’t even remember to use his webs or any power to hurt the man.

It’s not Spider-Man fighting but it’s jungkook fighting for you.

It’s raining, completely soaking the roads as he beats the man to a pulp without even thinking of his reputation as a hero.

“YOU ARE GOING TO DIE.” Jungkook delivers one last kick to the man as he falls to the ground unconscious and bloody.

And it finally gives him some sense of satisfaction and he helps you. “A-Are you okay?” He looks at your face and his anger finally dissolves.

[alightwttenn]

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The weather in Tallahassee swings between hot, muggy summers and short, mild winters. If you’re into sunshine, you’ll get plenty of it—just be ready for the humidity. Thunderstorms pop up a lot during the summer, sometimes out of nowhere. You’ll want to keep an umbrella nearby. Fall and spring are the sweet spots, with cooler temps and less rain. Nature’s a big part of life here. There are tons of trees, parks, and trails, which makes it easy to escape into the outdoors. During certain times of year, allergies can be a pain, especially with all the pollen. But if you enjoy green spaces and warm weather most of the year, you’ll probably settle in just fine.

Cascades Park in Tallahassee, FL

Cascades Park is one of those spots where you can do a little of everything. Some people go there to jog or bike, while others simply lay out a blanket and relax. It’s got a nice mix of green space, fountains, and walking paths, and if you’ve got kids with you, there’s a splash pad they’ll probably love. There’s also an amphitheater, and sometimes you catch a concert or event happening in the evening. It’s not far from downtown, so it’s easy to get to, and there’s usually parking nearby. Whether you’re looking for a quiet walk or just a place to chill, it’s got a good vibe. You might not even notice how much time passes while you’re there, and that’s kind of the point.

Creating an Economic Boom In Northwest Tallahassee

When you hear talk about boosting the economy in Northwest Tallahassee, it sounds like a good move—but you also wonder what that really means for the people who live there. You want to believe it’ll bring more jobs, better stores, maybe even cleaner streets or updated buildings. But sometimes plans like this focus more on new businesses than on helping long-time residents. You hope they’re thinking about things like affordable housing, fair wages, and supporting local spots—not just big outside companies moving in. It’s one thing to promise growth, but it’s another to actually lift up the whole community. If they get it right, it could really change the vibe in that area and give folks more opportunities to build something solid for themselves.

Link to map

Cascades Park Tallahassee, FL, USA Take S Monroe St and Duval St to W Tennessee St 5 min (1.3 mi) Turn left onto W Tennessee St Pass by Jimmy John's (on the right in 1.3 mi) 8 min (3.1 mi) Drive to your destination 2 min (0.3 mi) Alight West Tenn 2566 W Tennessee St, Tallahassee, FL 32304, United States

[dokidokitsuna]

Birth of a Nightmare

I decided to try a different approach to creating illustrations for Dream Machine, and it actually worked! 8O

Unfortunately, kinda like the previous illustration I posted, they don’t really work on a technical level-- for instance, they’re portrait-oriented even though they’re meant for a (landscape) video. And they’re more abstract than visually informative, which isn’t the best choice to go with heavily summarized narration...

...But honestly screw all of that; I don’t care anymore. ^^; They exist, they’re FINISHED, and they were fun to do, which gives me some hope for finally releasing Act 1 sometime in the near future. Because this is the main thing that’s holding it up; the script is pretty much done; as tedious as it’ll be to edit and record, I could probably finish it all in a day and a half, but it feels pointless to even start on that when I still have weeks’ worth of illustrations hanging over my head...

But if the rest of them go as smoothly as these two did, I could probably finish them all in...one week. :T We’ll see~

[jackrrabbit]

open season thirsts [9/?] /// Iwaizumi x f!Reader x Oikawa (18+)

Request: This is cringe so i understand if u ignore this lmao. Mafia!iwakawa found out that reader is kidnapped by their enemies

A/N: Dude I write anime character reader insert fanfiction, I’ve transcended cringe at this point. BUT I hope it’s cool I angled it a bit darker bc I’m nasty and awful :.)

Setup: reader is the daughter of the former family head, Oikawa’s the current boss, and Iwa’s his right hand man. You’re all childhood friends (Oikawa was your father’s protege before his retirement).

Tags/warnings: um…mafia, kidnapping, genre-appropriate violence/blood/death/murder (not reader), yandere/possessive tendencies, patronizing treatment, restraints/gag/blindfold, mentions of crying, “princess”, ‘family’ just refers to the organization (no one is related other than reader and her father), all characters are adults

“Do you think she’ll be crying?”

There’s blood on the floor. Iwaizumi shifts where he’s crouching so that the edge of his shoe doesn’t touch it—bloodstains are such a pain to get out of leather. “What?”

“I mean, when we find her.” Oikawa nudges the body over with one hand and inspects the blank, glassy look pasted over the man’s face. “This one’s done. I think we’re good here.”

Iwaizumi straightens, throwing a cold glance down to confirm before turning back to his partner. “We should be thorough. This wouldn’t’ve happened if there weren’t rats running around in the first place—and what the hell does that mean? Why would she be crying?”

“Don’t you think she might be scared? She’s such a crybaby.”

Oikawa’s running fingers through his hair now to slick back the strands that fell out of place during the struggle, smoothing his hands down the pressed fabric of his suit to flatten out any stray wrinkles, and Iwaizumi recognizes the gestures against his will. Oikawa’s preening—freshening himself up so he looks good when they find you. God forbid the moron look anything less than his best in front of you, even though you’ve probably been tied to a chair for the better part of a week and you won’t give a fuck what they look like as long as they’re cutting the ropes off.

Not that Iwaizumi can really blame him. Yes, Oikawa’s a vain bastard, but Iwaizumi feels it too—the nervousness, this excitement at the thought of seeing you again. It’s been four months since you insisted on leaving the compound to live independently—and didn’t they tell you it was going to end badly? Iwaizumi spent weeks trying to convince you that it was stupid to play pretend at a normal life (“come on princess, you know your father wants you to stay here, you know it’s not safe”), but you just had to pack your bags in the middle of the night and leave the family behind. You’ve always been headstrong. Neither of them want you to go through any hardship, but at least this time maybe you’ll have learned your lesson. Maybe this was for the best.

Well…it’s a lot easier for him to see it that way when he’s standing ankle deep in the bodies of the people who stole you. As much as Iwaizumi wants to have you back now, it’ll have to wait until he’s sure that every single one of your kidnappers is dead.

“She’s not a crybaby. Not anymore,” he says. It’s true that you used to cry whenever you were scared as a kid, and it didn’t help that as the former boss’s daughter you had plenty to be scared of. Iwaizumi has fond memories of wiping your tears away and telling you it was going to be alright after your father reprimanded you for something you did wrong, and it doesn’t surprise him that Oikawa feels the same way. You’ve always been so hard to pin down—always slipping up, always talking back—except when you’re crying. Back then, it was the closest you ever came to relying on the two of them.

But that was a long time ago. You’ve toughened up since you were little. It’s been years since Iwaizumi’s seen you cry.

“I guess,” Oikawa whines, stepping smoothly over another man lying prone on the floor as he makes his way to the backroom where you’re being kept. “But don’t you miss it? She was so cute back then.”

“She’s still…” Iwaizumi trails off, wondering if you can hear them through the locked door between you. If your eardrums are undamaged from the gunshots (Iwaizumi made sure to use a silencer, but you’re sensitive), you’ll be pissed if you hear him call you cute. “…She’ll be happy to see us either way. She’s been here for days.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Then let’s hurry up and get it over with.”

One of the men on the ground is making a kind of…gurgling sound, and Oikawa kneels halfway down to make sure he’s not going to get back up, peeling back the edge of the bomber jacket the man is wearing and revealing a red stain spreading out from behind his ribs. “This is the last one. Still holding on, but he’ll bleed out by the time we take her out of here.”

“Stand back,” Iwaizumi says flatly, and as soon as Oikawa is out of range, a final gunshot cracks through the room to finish the dying man off.

“Oh—putting him out of his misery, are we? How generous.”

“Not generous. Impatient.”

Iwaizumi scans the room again, counting the bodies, checking for any last subtle breaths. There’s none. The door to the backroom is locked from the outside only—clearly your kidnappers were more concerned about you escaping than the possibility of anyone getting through the small army of guards outside the door. He only has to flip the lock and then the handle is yielding under his grip.

And it’s just like he pictured it. You’re tied to a chair, black cords looping around your ankles and your waist and your wrists and binding you to the wood. You look, predictably, like you’ve been wearing the same clothes for a week, but still—even with the greasy hair, even with the mussed clothing, even with your face obscured by a wad of fabric gagged into your mouth and a blindfold—Iwaizumi can’t help the rush of relief that comes from seeing you alive. And you’re safe, too. Now that they’re here for you.

Oikawa goes to you first, and Iwaizumi lets him. Oikawa’s the family head so he’s the first one who gets to touch you. Iwaizumi knows that’s how it is. Oikawa bends down next to you and when his hands go to undo the gag first instead of the ropes or the blindfold, Iwaizumi rolls his eyes privately. Fuck, how badly does the idiot want to see her cry?

The fabric is soaked with spit when Oikawa pulls it out of your mouth—you must have been trying to talk with it in. Maybe you were screaming. Iwaizumi wishes idly that he’d left some of the men outside alive—it could have been slower, he could have really made it hurt—but the wave of fury passes. It’s done. You’re fine. You’re safe now.

You open and close your jaw a bit, stretching out the sore muscles, and when you finally speak your voice is hoarse from a combination of neglect and likely dehydration. “Hajime? T—Tooru? It’s…you, right?”

“How did you know?” Oikawa pouts.

“I, um, heard the shots…I know what your gun sounds like—” Oikawa’s thumb rubs lightly over your cheek as you’re talking (probably subconscious, Iwaizumi doubts he even knows he’s doing it) and you jerk away from his hand. “Don’t touch me like that! You smell like blood.”

“Oh…I’m sorry,” Oikawa laughs softly, not moving his hand from your face. You’re still blindfolded, but he’s staring at you anyway in pure rapture. The wriggly movements of your body against the rope tell Iwaizumi that you’re waiting for them to untie you, but he holds back—considering the way Oikawa’s drinking in this image of you, it seems like he wants to savor this moment a little longer. Iwaizumi can’t say he doesn’t understand.

Really, it’s just that you’re usually so hard to pin down.

“Are you—aren’t you going to untie me?” Your voice sounds a little nervous now. Iwaizumi’s getting tired of waiting for his turn to touch—he kneels next to you, across from Oikawa, and laces his fingers into yours, pulling your hand awkwardly away from the place where it’s still tied to the arm of the chair. “—Hajime? Is that you?”

“Just give us a minute, princess,” he breathes, folding each finger down until your smaller hand is swallowed up in his grip.

“Were you scared?” Oikawa asks, and Iwaizumi wonders if it’s as obvious to you as it is to him that part of Oikawa wants the answer to be yes.

“No, um…” You’re turning your head blindly between the two of them, obviously trying to sort out whose hand is whose—who’s touching you, and where—but does it really matter? As long as it’s one of them? “I wasn’t. Not really. I…I knew you would come.”

“Good girl, good girl.” Oikawa’s hand tilts your chin up. “Are you ready to come home then? If you can admit it, I’ll untie you.”

“Come on…” It doesn’t feel quite right to hold you hostage like this, but then again Iwaizumi’s lost his sense of what right is when it comes to you. Maybe love isn’t supposed to be this obsessive, but by now it’s been so long that neither of them can tell the difference. Can you really fault them for that?

“It’s okay, Hajime, um—I’m ready.” You swallow roughly, turning back to where you think Oikawa is stroking your face. “Tooru…can I go back to the compound? I want to…go back…”

“You want us to take you back,” Oikawa corrects, cupping your cheek, careful all the time not to let the streak of blood on his hand meet your skin. “You want to come home.”

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 19

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are left to make a decision after Bucky’s confession.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: sexual tension, SMUT, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v penetration, some typa feels or idk KSKSKKSKSKKSKSKKSKSKS

A/N: Hmmm enjoy 😏😏😏

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

“I’m in love with you and it drives me crazy.”

You weren’t going to lie, you had expected Bucky’s confession. But even so, it still rendered you speechless and unable to comprehend that fuck, he was in love with you. James Buchanan Barnes, CEO of Barnes Group of Companies had fallen in love with you.

Bucky’s eyes remained on yours after his confession, they were bluer than they used to and they held a hopeful glint in them. His hands on your waist were still tight as ever, as if he was afraid that you’d vanish if he didn’t hold onto you tight.

“I...is that the reason why you had an RFID made for me?”

Oh my god.

Out of all the things you could’ve asked, it just had to be so fucking random. You made a face at your response but Bucky found it amusing, given that he laughed at your question. It somehow lightened the atmosphere and reduced the tension.

“You could say that…” Bucky said, still chuckling. “When I told you that I wanted to make things official, I really meant it. I wanted our relationship to be just...honest and full of trust. God, I wanted us to go home together after a long day at work, maybe buy some fast food on our way home. I wanted to learn what kind of shows you watch, are you more into Netflix? Hulu? Maybe we could spend Friday night on my couch, watching anything and everything. I wanted to come home and wake up to you.”

Bucky was smiling the entire time he was talking, as if he had imagined all those things with you. And it made your heart and stomach flutter like never before. His eyes glistened with happiness as he went on and on about the things he had planned out.

Only if things went smoothly in the past.

“I know you probably thought how creepy I was for doing that, but...I wanted all those with you. I still do. And the thought of you doing those things with someone else? Drives me nuts.” he admitted.

You nodded, “That’s why you reacted like that with Mark.” you stated, finally understanding his outburst.

Bucky sighed and glanced up at you, as if he was ashamed. “Seeing you so carefree around him, laughing and just talking...I’m really sorry.” he apologized again.

You squeezed his shoulders, “Thank you for being honest with me.” you softly said.

“I’m not asking you to say it back or to even feel the same way. I’m not asking for forgiveness either, I know it’ll take a lot of time for you to do that. But when I said that you deserve so much better than me, I was being honest.” Bucky said, meeting your eyes once more.

“That’s why I want to become a better person, for you. It won’t happen overnight and there will be times when I would struggle in changing my ways but I promise you, if you give me a chance to prove to you how much I want to be with you...I’ll do whatever it takes. If I have to give up this goddamn company, I’d do it in a heartbeat. Because I love you.”

Twice. Bucky said that he loves you twice and it made your heart do somersaults. However, love was a very strong word and it wasn’t easy for you to figure out whether you felt the same. Without a doubt, you liked Bucky as well because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt beforehand.

It somehow left you feeling conflicted, Bucky’s confession. Sure, you’d resigned already so technically, it wouldn’t be an issue anymore if you and Bucky continued where things were left prior to the argument.

But your lives were so different, would you be able to keep up with Bucky’s world?

“I...thank you?”

Fuck. Fuckity fuck. You wanted to mentally slap yourself for your response. Even more so when you saw the look in Bucky’s face when you just thanked him for being in love with you.

“I’m sorry. I mean…” you took a deep breath and laughed awkwardly, “I need some time to think about it.” you explained.

Bucky pursed his lips and gave you a tight-lipped smile as he nodded, “Of course.”

The song ended and as soon as Bucky took a step back, you excused yourself and rushed to the restroom. You locked the main door and paced back and forth, panicking because you didn’t know what to do. You never thought about what you’d do in such a situation, you were absolutely clueless.

You started fanning yourself as you tried to calm yourself until a series of knocks surprised you. Opening the door, you were relieved to find Beverly with a sullen expression on her face.

“Finally got you to myself!” she whined, “Are you really leaving? The event is obviously a huge success, isn’t that enough to make you stay?” she asked.

You smiled at her apologetically, “It’s really complicated, Bev. A lot of factors are involved in my decision to leave.”

Beverly sighed, “Is it because of your thing with Sir James?” she asked.

You blushed, eyes wide because how the hell did Beverly know about it?! “What— I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bev. Geez, way to stir the rumor mill. Bucky and I don’t have a thing.” you snorted, avoiding her gaze.

Beverly rolled her eyes, “Aside from you being so defensive right now, it’s so obvious, bestie.”

“What?!” you almost shrieked.

“I mean, well, not you. But Sir James is so obvious, he’s got heart eyes for you every single time you’re in the same room as him. And let me tell you, as someone who’s read plenty of top-10-signs-to-know-that-he’s-into-you type of articles, sir James is so into you.” She explained as if she was spitting facts.

“I figured it out way before the coffee thingy.” She added proudly.

Realizing that there was no use denying it, you told Beverly everything. Well, except the details of your hot, sex escapades with Bucky. You had to cover Beverly’s mouth to stop her from squealing after you told her about Bucky’s confession earlier.

“I can’t believe I’m going to ask you this, but got any advice?” You asked with a defeated sigh.

Beverly shrugged, “Well, do you love him?”

“Love is a strong word.” You said, narrowing your eyes at her.

“Okay, fine. Do you like him?” Beverly asked again.

You pondered for a while, “He’s our boss, so it’s—“

“Bestie, do you like him? That’s all I’m asking.” Beverly said.

“But considering the circumstances and—“

“Ugh, yes or no. Do you like Bucky Barnes?!”

“Even if I left the company, he’s still a CEO and that makes us so different. I don’t know if—”

“Oh my god just don’t think about anything else and focus on my question. Do you like Bucky Barnes?!”

“Yes, okay! I like him! Happy?!” You said.

Well, fuck.

Beverly grinned at you, fluttering her lashes as she hummed. “Then tell him, that’s my advice. He likes...no, he loves you and you like him. I don’t see anything wrong with giving it a chance. See where it takes the both of you, if it doesn’t work then bummer, but at least you tried.”

You deadpanned at Bev, “I cannot believe you just lectured me like that.”

Beverly shrugged, “You’re very smart, bestie. And I honestly look up to you, career-wise. But in love and relationships, you kinda suck.” she said with a grimace.

You rolled your eyes but chuckled, “You know what? You’re actually right.”

She sighed, “You’re still leaving?” she asked again.

You nodded, “You don’t have to worry because I know you can manage without me. You’ve grown a lot and seeing you handle stuff by yourself, it makes me proud. I’m proud of you...bestie.” you teased.

Beverly whined as she held back her tears, “I can’t ruin my make-up, I hate you! But also, I love you and I hope you work things out with Sir James.”

“Thanks, Bev.”

-

“This concludes the event and I’m proud of everyone’s work. Sam needed to go but he’s also extending his thanks to everyone. I know you’re all tired and it’s only Wednesday so I’ll see everyone on Friday. Take the day off tomorrow and get some rest. Have a great night, everyone.” Bucky announced.

Everyone else erupted in cheers, thanking and congratulating Bucky. You immediately approached some of the suppliers and thanked them for their hardwork. You even apologized to the stylist for snapping at her earlier.

“So will I still be seeing you on Friday?” Bucky’s voice made your heart skip a beat.

You turned around and nodded, “I’m staying until next week, just to sort things out.” You said.

There was complete silence between the two of you for a couple of seconds. The air was definitely lighter but you knew that Bucky was waiting for an answer from you.

“Okay.” you mumbled as you smoothed out your dress with your palms.

Bucky looked at you, confusion etched all over his face. “What?”

You bit your lip as you avoided his gaze, “I know you’re waiting for me to say something about what you said earlier. So...okay.” you nodded.

Bucky’s eyes widened at you, his lips twitched as if he was holding himself back from smiling. “Okay as in…?” he confirmed.

You nodded your head again, “We can...take things slow first? Get to know each other and see where that takes us, I guess?” you explained shyly.

“Yes, of course. I can do slow.” he said with enthusiasm.

Warmth crept up from your neck to your face when Bucky smiled widely. He looked around and observed his surroundings, checking whether there were people around. Sadly, the other employees left were either mingling or waiting for their rides. He rubbed his stubbled chin with his hand to hide his smile.

“Drive me home?” you asked, returning the smile.

-

Only a few employees were left by the time you and Bucky walked out of the venue. They were all waiting for their rides and chatting with each other. You and Bucky kept a safe distance from each other, just to make sure that there wouldn’t be anyone suspecting.

Martha called you and congratulated you for the success of the event, “Congratulations to us! Thanks so much for all your help.” you told her, squeezing her arm.

“Do you have a ride home? Do you want me to drop you off?” she asked with concern.

You quickly stole a glance from Bucky who cleared his throat and pretended to be texting someone on his phone. “Oh, my friend will be picking me up. I’m just waiting for her.” you reassured Martha.

Martha smiled and bid goodbye before acknowledging Bucky with a polite nod. As soon as everyone had left, Bucky was quick to call for the valet to fetch his car. He stood a bit closer to you now, but not near enough for your arms to touch.

Tension enveloped the both of you, the good and familiar kind of tension. You actually missed feeling this way, your stomach bubbling with anticipation. You were feeling both excited and nervous and worried, you felt everything all at once and you wondered whether Bucky felt the same.

You were trying to compose yourself mentally when you felt a gentle tap against your knuckles. Looking down at your hand, you realized that Bucky’s fingers were playfully tapping yours. You bit the insides of your cheeks as you looked forward, avoiding his gaze and pretending to be just waiting for your ride.

You quickly returned the gesture, using your index finger touch Bucky’s. It was silly for two adults to be acting like teenagers flirting at the back of the classroom quietly. But you had to admit, you’d missed this— the playfulness and thrill of it all.

Bucky’s car arrived and he was quick to open the door for you, giving you a smile that made you giddy. This was probably going to be a long ride home.

It was quiet as Bucky drove; he had gotten rid of his suit and bowtie, leaving him in his black dress shirt with the top two buttons undone. There was still a little bit of tension and it was obvious that the both of you were controlling yourselves. At least, you were controlling yourself because Bucky looked so fucking good tonight.

He was a bit restless too, especially his right hand that was either on his steering wheel or on his chin. You’d caught him stealing glances at you a couple of times and you saw his eyes lingered on your exposed thigh longer than he should. He must’ve chosen the dress for a reason since the slit was making it hard for you to keep your leg covered.

“Shit, sorry.” Bucky muttered under his breath when he made a wrong turn at an alley and ended up reaching a dead end.

The alley was narrow and a bit dark so he struggled with maneuvering the car. He grunted in frustration and rolled his sleeves up to his elbow before slightly turning to you as he wrapped an arm on the back of your seat.

You felt a familiar throb deep within as you watched Bucky back up his car expertly, flattening his palm on the steering wheel as he looked back while backing out of the alley. Feeling your breathing accelerate, you straightened up on the seat and swallowed hard as you fought the urge to just hop on over to Bucky’s side and straddle him.

God, it’s been far too long.

As soon as Bucky was on the main road, he apologized again and focused on driving. Meanwhile, you were internally struggling because you could feel the throb grow stronger and stronger until you could no longer ignore it.

The car reached the red light at the same time you made a decision.

“I don’t want to go home yet, Bucky.”

-

This was probably the umpteenth time you were going to ask, but what is it with you, Bucky and elevators? You stood next to him inside and the trip to his floor seemed to be taking forever! He had both of his hands inside the pockets of his pants, his eyes fixed on the floor numbers being displayed on the monitor.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, licking his lips.

You stared at his mouth and shrugged, “Maybe. Are you?” you asked back.

Bucky nodded before clearing his throat, “A little.” His eyes darkened as he scanned you from head to toe.

Your toes curled at the gesture, you suddenly felt a little conscious. Thank fuck because the elevator finally reached Bucky’s floor and the two of you hurried out.

Bucky moved slowly as he unlocked the door to his unit, pushing it open for you to step inside. The place was so familiar to you and although you had pretty bad memories inside, you felt differently now. You could hear Bucky’s footsteps follow behind you as you walked into the living room, placing your purse down on the couch.

It was so quiet inside that you could literally hear your heart pounding in your ear. Each of Bucky’s footstep only accelerated your heartbeat until you almost felt lightheaded from how overwhelming you felt being inside Bucky’s place again.

“Do you want anything to—”

Bucky didn’t even get to finish his question because you were quick to turn around and pull him by the collar of his dress shirt for a desperate kiss. The first time your lips touched his made you whimper because good god, it’s been fucking months and you were just dying to have Bucky make you feel good again.

Much to your disappointment, Bucky grabbed you by the arms and pulled you away as he laughed, “Whatever happened to taking things slow?” he panted.

You groaned, “Yeah, yeah, we can do that. Just not tonight.” you breathed out before kissing him again, locking him in place with a hand on his nape.

Once again, Bucky pulled away and flashed you an amused yet uncertain grin, “Don’t you think we should talk about...us...before we…” he asked.

Rolling your eyes, you took his face in your hands, “For the love of god, Bucky. We haven’t fucked in months. We can talk about it afterwards. Just fuck me already.” you said right before jumping at his bones again.

Although your kiss was fast and needy, Bucky tried to slow it down by pulling away ever so slightly to gently cup your face in his hands. He brushed his nose against yours before kissing you again, this time leading you into a slower pace. The way he kissed you was literally breathtaking, it was like he was taking his time exploring your mouth, swiping his tongue against your own.

“Baby, I don’t want to fuck you…” Bucky softly said, the term of endearment making your legs feel like jelly.

Bucky pressed a sweet kiss on your cheek before turning you around, pressing your back against his chest as he swept your hair to reveal your neck.

“You said you wanted to take things slow, yeah, I’ll do that. But let me take it slow tonight too…” he whispered against your neck, licking your skin before kissing it.

His hands landed on your waist as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, sealing his promises with kisses on your ear, the side of your neck and shoulder.

“Missed you so much, you have no idea how crazy you make me. Missed your lips, your skin...your taste. Wanna hear you moan my name again, wanna make you feel so good and I’m going to take my sweet time doing so. I just wanna worship you and make love to you.” he whispered roughly into your ear.

Despite the whimper you elicited, you still managed to tease Bucky. “You’re too cheesy, I hate it.” you said breathlessly.

Bucky laughed, his warm breath tickling your neck. “Yeah? You hate it?” he asked, sliding his hand inside your slit to feel your lace-clad pussy.

“Then why are you so wet already if you hate it?” Bucky asked, pressing his fingers against your clit, making you moan out his name.

You didn’t even bother to respond anymore because Bucky took a step back to unzip your dress from behind. He pressed a kiss on each of your shoulders before sliding the straps off and helping you out of it. When he turned you around, he groaned at the sight of your bare breasts again. He licked his lips and grabbed you by the neck, kissing you fervently this time around.

You began to unbutton Bucky’s top, pulling it out from his pants before sliding it off of his wide shoulders without breaking the kiss. Bucky panted against your mouth when you palmed his crotch, feeling how hard his cock was already. Without warning, he grabbed the back of your thighs and hoisted you up.

“Can feel your wetness soaking my pants, baby.” he said as he brought you into his bedroom.

“Yeah, probably ‘cause the last time I was here you left me high and dry.” you said when Bucky placed you down on the edge of his bed.

He groaned as he knelt right in front of you, “I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you then.” he said, flattening his hand on your abdomen to push you down on his bed.

Bucky spread your legs and planted kisses on the insides of your thighs. His hands were massaging your legs, sliding his palm up and down making you sigh. You sat up just enough to rest your weight on your shoulders and the sight of Bucky looking up at you as he knelt down in between your legs almost made you explode.

He was looking up at you lovingly as he kissed his way up from your knees to your bikini line; he didn’t even break eye contact when he pushed your underwear aside. Bucky lifted one leg up and rested it on his shoulder before he dove in, licking a fat stripe against your folds that made you keen with pleasure.

“God, baby. I missed your taste.” he hummed and continued licking your pussy at a steady pace.

“Fuck, Bucky…” you moaned out loud, throwing your head back in pleasure while arching your back, allowing Bucky to easily slip off your underwear.

Bucky slurped on your juices, licking every drop gushing out of you before moving upwards to give your clit some much needed attention. He placed your other leg onto his shoulder before pulling you further to the edge of his bed, making you squeal.

Locking his arms over your waist, he ate you out hungrily. You fell back onto the bed and gripped Bucky’s forearms, scratching his skin as you moved your hips. Bucky grunted at the feeling of your heels digging into his back, loving how your nails were leaving crescent-shaped marks into his arms.

“Bucky, ‘m not gonna last…” you whimpered when you felt your abdomen begin to tighten.

“It’s okay, baby. You can let go anytime.” he practically growled against your folders as he was lapping you up.

You moaned in response, tangling your fingers into Bucky’s short locks as he sucked and nibbled on your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut when you felt Bucky begin to fuck you with his tongue, his large hands splayed on your abdomen pushing down until your legs trembled around his head.

You came hard, moaning Bucky’s name over and over again as he didn’t stop with his assault. He continued to lick you, even using his fingers to rub at your clit as he coaxed another orgasm out of you.

It didn’t take long for you to soak Bucky’s face with your juices again. You’d been deprived for such a long time that no matter what he’d do to you, you were guaranteed to fall apart.

After your second climax, Bucky thankfully allowed you to recover. He stood up and lifted your leg up, kissing your ankle as he carefully removed your heels. After he was done, you moved upwards on the bed and laid your head on his pillow to catch your breath. By the time you lifted your head up, Bucky had already gotten rid of his pants and boxers.

Your mouth watered upon seeing his cock, hard and glistening with his pre-cum. Wanting to taste him again, you crawled towards the edge of the bed and looked up at Bucky through your lashes.

You were about to take him into your mouth when he stopped you, taking your chin in his hand to tilt your head up. He leaned down and kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself on him. You hummed into the kiss and wrapped a hand around Bucky’s dick, moaning at its warmth and weight on your palm.

“As much as I miss your mouth on my cock, I want to focus on you tonight.” he said, caressing your cheek before crawling on top of you, bringing you with him to the head of his bed.

Bucky took your features in as he caressed your face, “God, you’re so beautiful.” he breathed out.

You took his wrist in your hand and pulled it to your mouth, sucking on his thumb making him hiss. Bucky growled and captured your lips in a bruising kiss at the same time he aligned his cock to your weeping entrance.

“Oh, fuck…” you gasped in chorus with Bucky when he first pushed in.

Your eyes remained on his as he slowly pushed in, inch by inch until he was completely sheathed in your warmth. It felt so intimate, just gazing up at Bucky as he thrusted into you at a slow, steady pace. You realized that you never had sex with him like this— in a private place such as Bucky’s room, in bed with all your clothes off.

It was the opposite of your escapades in the office where things were always rushed, as if the only goal was to reach your climax. But this time, it was so much more than that. True to his words, Bucky took his sweet time with you.

Bucky’s hands held your neck in place as he sped up his thrusts, moaning as he watched your breasts bounce each time he pounded into you. You clawed at his back as you felt the coil build up in your stomach yet again, you wanted release but at the same time, you wanted to prolong the feeling.

Bucky pulled out and flipped you over onto your stomach before sliding back in, his body completely on top of yours as he fucked you deeply. His breath on your neck was sending shivers down your spine and the way his sheets were rubbing against your clit was elevating your pleasure.

The position allowed you to feel all of Bucky inside you; you could feel every drag of his cock against your walls.

“Bucky, fuck...so good…” you moaned, tipping your head back when Bucky held onto your neck.

Bucky pressed soft kisses on your forehead as he moaned your name, “Feel me inside of you, baby?”

You whined and nodded, your hands gripping his sheets so tight your knuckles were almost white. Bucky started placing open-mouthed kisses on your spine as he continued pounding into you, faster and harder each time.

“So close, Bucky!” you whimpered when Bucky hit a particular spot that had your toes curling.

He groaned and grabbed your face, kissing you sloppily as he fucked you into the mattress. “Cum, baby. Let go, I got you.” he encouraged.

A few more thrusts and you turned into a moaning mess, biting onto the corner of Bucky’s pillow as you came hard. Bucky’s hips started to stutter as he chased his own orgasm and as soon as he reached his high, he bit down onto your shoulder and pulled out just in time for his release.

Bucky quickly cleaned you up, wiping his cum on your ass with a napkin before throwing it in the bathroom. When he walked out with a wet washcloth, he found you still on your stomach and dozing off already.

He smiled and kissed your cheek before he cleaned you up, careful not to stir you awake. You were too exhausted from the event and the sex that you fell asleep almost immediately. Bucky sighed and laid down next to you, pulling you to his chest before pulling on the covers.

He pressed his lips against your forehead, murmuring something before he too, began to doze off.

“I love you.”

-

When you woke up the next day, the first thing you noticed was how tightly Bucky was hugging you from behind. You smiled at last night’s memories, finally feeling relaxed and no longer worried. You and Bucky still needed to talk about how things should go moving forward, but for once, you actually felt...happy.

Carefully, you removed Bucky’s arm from your waist and tiptoed to the bathroom to get cleaned up. On your way out of his bedroom, you picked up his black dress shirt from last night and put it on.

The first thing you did was to check whether Bucky had some ingredients to make breakfast. Luckily, the fridge was fully stocked so you decided to just cook instead of buying. Before preparing the ingredients, you went over to the couch to fetch your purse. Taking out your phone, you realized that you were flooded with notifications.

Most of them were your colleagues and friends congratulating you. There was one from Mark and from Beverly too. When you were about to exit your messaging app, a new text popped up.

It was from Maria of Shield Recruitment Firm.

Hi, I’d like to update you about the status of your application. We’d like to invite you for your second and possibly final interview tomorrow at 9:30am. J.R. International’s CEO himself will be the one conducting the interview.

The CEO? Already?! Before you confirmed your attendance, you quickly opened your browser and did some research. As soon as the page was done loading, you clicked on the first link and gasped out loud at the picture that popped up.

Meet the man behind J.R. International’s Success: Steve Rogers