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can we get Duchess reader yearning for a baby of her own đ„ș imagine there was a Ball in the neighboring kingdom and Duchess!Reader and Duke!Price was invited, celebrating the birth of the Kingdomâs new heir, a baby boy on her fellow Duchessâs arms.
And reader coos at the baby while masking the deep ache in her heart thinking that itâll be so impossible to have a baby with her husband due to him and his lovers đą
cue to Duchess!Reader having a heavy heart through out the entire event and even the days after that, until one of our boys asks her what wrong.
(And John having to hold Johnny back bc that nasty dog has been waiting to get his paws on her since forever)
Oh my god yes??? Anon i could smooch your brain right now yes??? This is so good i love it. Sorry for the abrupt ending though, had no idea how to finish it off đ
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âSuch an adorable little one,â you coo softly, the newborn held delicately and carefully in your arms, swaddled in the baby blue blankets you and John had bought among your other gifts for your fellow Duke and Duchess. âHe looks so much like you, Iâm in awe.â
Your friend laughs lightly, sipping on her drink. With a soft sigh, she leans closer towards you. The party is in full swing, so many other nobles mingling and networking, but thankfully you and your friend have your own little corner for now and everyone has already congratulated her and her husband.
âSo,â she begins, her eyes flickering towards where both of you twoâs husbands are speaking. The smiles on their faces are clearly happy, though you arenât surprised; John had mentioned that heâs already friends with the Duke during the carriage ride. âSo. What about you and Duke Price, hm? Any surprises we should prepare for?â
Ah. You had been dreading this.
You sigh, shaking your head. Though the smile returns as you gaze at the napping baby, so small and precious in your arms. With you friendâs permission, you gently kiss his tiny little fists. âNot at all. We are happy as we are.â
And itâs not as if you are lying by any means, oh no. You are happy. Life as Duchess was far, far much better than you had expected itâd be, a lot less restrictive than you had prepared for it to be.
ButâŠ
You canât lie to yourself. Youâve been feeling a sense of discontent from the very second you stepped into the gala venue. Perhaps for even longer, though it hadnât been especially felt until this moment. Not until you held this baby in your arms.
You want a baby, too, you had realized. Motherhood. A child all yours, calling you momma and toddling into your arms. You had been unable to stop yourself from feeling the little bud of jealousy towards your friend, because you knew youâd likely never experience such a thing due to your unique situation.
John has his own partners whom he loves. You werenât among that list, and you didnât particularly enjoy the idea of having sex with another man with the potential risk of your parents, or anyone else, asking for a paternity test because you know someone would ask. Your mother, probably; she was always warning you not to whore yourself out, and your father didnât even need to say anything-
âMy dear?â
Johnâs concerned voice pulls you out of your thoughts, his hand gentle on your elbow, and itâs only then you realize you had been staring down at the baby with such sadness, so not befitting of such a beautiful gala. So you shake your head, clearing your thoughts, and turn to him and your friend's husband.
When the baby squirms, you coo softly and hand him back to your friends, gentle and careful. That's when you turn to John, giving him a simple smile. "Yes, Your Grace?"
The worry remains on his face, less visible however, and his eyes look over you carefully. Your friends are too busy with their son and showing him off to care about what you two are saying in the corner heâs led you to. "Are you alright?â
As if youâd ever tell him what the issue is. You donât want to make John feel pressured into this, of all things. Youâd rather be divorced than do so, and that should speak volumes on its own.
Itâs a silly want, anyways. You have everything you could possible need right now, married and stable. You arenât about to ruin it with your own two hands.
So you nod your head, and brush away all thoughts of a little baby cradled in your arms. âYes, I am. I was just lost in thought. Shall we return to the party?â
John observes you for a few seconds more, and then he sighs and nods. âVery well. Would you do me the honor of this dance, my dear Duchess?â
Between the dazzling lights and Johnâs arms, you can almost forget the lingering desire.
But over the next few days after the gala, it becomes clear to John- to all your the men that something is terribly bothering you. There is a lingering sadness around you so profound even your maids have sensed it, wondering if perhaps you and the Duke have finally had your first fight⊠but he looks even more more worried and confused than them. You werenât mad at anyone, that much he could tell, but he didnât understand the heartache plaguing you.
ââŠare you sick, my lady?â Kyle asks you one day, placing down a tray of fresh desserts. Your favorites, all made by Johnny himself, yet you barely flick a look towards it.
âNot at all. Thank you, Kyle, but Iâm afraid I canât eat anything at the moment.â Your reply is soft, patient, as it always is, but the furrow in your brows remain and your frown deepens. Kyle hates it. He hates it so, so much. Youâve even stopped taking your usual break-walks, staying inside your room and asking for nothing in particular.
âMy lady,â he presses on, voice softer. Comes to stand close to you, and holds his elbow out. âMaybe a walk, then? You look tired. Some sun might do you good- or a picnic? I can pack the desserts and-â
You avoid his eyes and look away, shaking your head. âThank you, but my answerâs the same, Kyle. Iâd just⊠like to be left alone, please. Could I trouble you to also inform John I wonât be joining him for dinner tonight?â
You are simply glad you managed to hide the little paper youâd been writing on before he came in. Baby names, for the babies youâd never have. It certainly didnât help make your mood better, but you couldnât help yourself. Looking at John, or any of them, also made you feel guilty anew.
ââŠnot a problem, my lady. Iâll leave the desserts here for you just in case.â
Several days later, itâs Johnny who comes to you. You are alone in the conservatory, trying hard to get over this stupid, lingering feeling. Itâs silly, you know it is, but⊠ugh.
Johnny says nothing even when you call his name out with a questioning tone, and much to your shock, he kneels down to take your hands in his. Itâs so wholly inappropriate, and you look around in fear of anyone seeing.
âNo oneâs around, mâlady,â Johnny shakes his head, not letting your hands go yet.
âJohnny-â
âNo oneâs around.â He repeats, firmly, and his eyes gaze at you. âMâlady. Have we made ye angry? Has anyone made you upset? Is my food not to your liking?â
âJohnnyâŠâ you sigh, shaking your head. Inwardly, you scold yourself for bothering everyone like this. This should have been your issue alone to solve and hide. âNo, no. Nothing like that. I just need some time alone, in general.â
âBut why-â
âNo particular reason.â You quickly cut him off, gently pulling your hands away. âPlease, Johnny. Iâll get better soon, promise. But I just⊠need time.â
But the desire, the longing, still remains. You canât even confide in anyone, so you also feel painfully lonely on top of everything else. John is still searching, still trying to find what or whoâs made you like this, but not even your closest maids are of help.
Still, while you wished to wallow your misery away in your rooms and office, you didnât have much choice when youâd received an invitation to the opera troupe funded by the Price duchy; making an appearance was a must, and unfortunately John had a very important meeting that day so Simon is the one to accompany you.
âYouâve been sad lately.â Simon doesnât beat around the bush, all the lights focused on the stage so you are both draped in shadows, hidden from sight.
You turn to him, a refusal on your lips already-
âNo.â He shakes his head. âYou arenât just tired, Duchess. You are sad. Everyone can see it, and itâs making us worried. All of us.â He adds, not letting you latch onto your usual excuse. Performance ignored, his entire attention is on you.
And you are just- too tired. Ashamed of yourself, you sigh.
âItâs awful of meâŠâ your whisper, bottom lip quivering. âI-⊠I want a baby, Simon.â You admit, so softly and quietly you donât look at his reaction to see if heâd even heard you in the first place. You shouldnât be telling him of all people your issues, but- you canât help yourself. âA child. I want to experience motherhood, but- I donât, I refuse to put such a burden on John, or get in the way between all of you again-â
You ramble on, not meeting his eyes. Your hands are tembling around the mask youâd taken off, holding it in your lap.
Simon?
Simon canât take his eyes off your stomach. You. You, pregnant; swollen and glowing with a child. Maybe children, even. Their children. His. He canât believe this is what has had you so upset for so long; did you think they- John- would say no to you?
âDarling, â The nickname slips out; he couldnât help himself. He is glad the no one is paying attention to them, in the higher rows. Simon laces your pinkies together, raising your hand to kiss your knuckles, silencing your worried rambling. âDarling. Let us return home. Staying here isnât doing you any good. Tonight, I want you to let Kyle spoil you with a warm bath, and for you to eat and then sleep. Rest. Tomorrow, weâll speak. Iâll inform the troupe leader you werenât feeling too well.â
âI- I⊠speak about what? What?â
Simon simply ushers you out, to the awaiting carriage. He doesnât answer any of your questions, even when you pout and the it makes your lipstick glisten to prettily, though if you can feel that his hands are inappropriately tight around your waist, you simply blame it on your tightened corset.
At home, you are still confused. Simon is acting off, staring at you with a look that makes you all flustered, but you donât protest when Kyle gently leads you away.
Youâll get your answers tomorrow, you are sure. But in the meantimeâŠ
âShe wants a baby, John,â Simon groans, repeating the words again. His jacket is thrown off to the side, sleeves rolled up his elbows. Even from here, he can see how John eyes them appreciatively. âA baby, John. Seeing her pregnant-â
Another groan, but the one comes from between Johnâs thighs. Johnny, hands tied behind his back with Simonâs belt because the second he found out what the issue he was so, so ready to go and beg you to let him fix it. A bairn is what you want, a bairn is what heâll give you- chunky, adorable, and hopefully looking like you.
John had to hold him back, though. He wants nothing more than to do the same, kiss you breathless and promise heâll give you as many as you want, but he also knows you need a clear, rested head before he speaks with you.
The thought of seeing your pregnant, though, has his fist tightening in Johnnyâs hair.
âI know. Fuck, I know, Si. Tomorrow, Iâll speak to her.â
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Chosen p.t 2 || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader love island au
Summary: read part one here
Warnings: angst
Word count: 1,173
A/n: help i forgot i had this in my queue LOL mb!!!
MASTERLIST (love island au masterlist)
divider by @h-aewo
You laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, Rafeâs absence a hollow ache beside you. Youâd grown used to the warmth of his arm around you, the gentle rise and fall of his chest that lulled you to sleep each night. Without him, the bed felt colder, lonelier, and you couldnât shake the memory of Kaylaâs confident words as she chose him, as if she held a secret you didnât.
Leah rubbed your arm in comfort, her eyes softening. âYeah, must be tough after last night. The whole situation was shit. I donât know what Kayla was thinking.â You managed a small smile, but it didnât reach your eyes. âNeither do I, honestly. Rafe said there was nothing to worry about, but then she just⊠picked him. It just doesnât make sense.â
You caught Sofiaâs gaze, and she gave you a small, reassuring nod. âMaybe itâs not as deep as it seems,â she offered. âMaybe she just picked him because he looks good on paperâheâs confident, attractive, all that. She probably just wanted attention.â You nodded, trying to take comfort in her words, but the unease still simmered.
You nodded, trying to find comfort in her words, but the uncertainty still twisted inside you. Rafe had reassured you last night, had looked you in the eyes and held your hand with that steady, familiar touch that always made you feel seen. But now, with the memory of Kayla confidently choosing him and the doubt simmering beneath, it was harder to trust that feeling.
Leahâs voice broke the silence, softer now. âHave you talked to him about it?â You sighed, closing your eyes briefly as if that might ease the knot in your chest. âHe tried last night. But I⊠I couldnât. I was too hurt, too angry. I didnât even know if I could believe him.â
Sofiaâs hand found yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. âI think heâs probably feeling the same, People make decisions that donât always make sense because theyâre worried about what everyone thinks.â You leaned your head back, closing your eyes for a moment as you tried to steady your breathing.
Maybe they were rightâmaybe it was all just the game getting in your head, Kaylaâs pick a calculated move, an attempt to create drama or stir things up. But the memory of Rafe looking away as Sophie announced your single status felt too raw to ignore.
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Later that morning, as you sat in the makeup room, humming softly to yourself as you applied your skincare, a knock sounded at the door. The other girls exchanged glances, then called out, âYeah, weâre dressed!â The door creaked open, and Rafe peeked in, his gaze instantly landing on you. He lingered in the doorway, holding a tray with coffee and breakfast.
âHey,â he said quietly, his expression somewhere between hopeful and tentative. âBrought you breakfast.â You blinked, caught off guard by the gesture. âThanks,â you replied softly, surprised at how sincere he looked, how he seemed to truly want to make up for the night before. He set the tray down beside you and took a step back, as if unsure whether he should stay.
âCould we⊠talk?â he asked, his gaze flickering to the other girls, who quickly exchanged sympathetic glances. Leah gave you a small nod, then ushered everyone else out with a quiet, âAlright, letâs go, girls.â You sent her a grateful look as they slipped out, leaving you alone with Rafe.âCan I sit?â he asked, watching you closely, his eyes searching for any sign of welcome.
You nodded, and he pulled up a chair, watching you as you took a sip of coffee. It was exactly how you liked it, and that little detail twisted something in your chest. Neither of you spoke for a moment, the silence thick with unspoken words. Finally, he sighed, running a hand through his hair as he struggled to meet your eyes.
âI need you to believe me,â he began, his voice barely above a whisper. âI swear, I didnât think sheâd actually pick me. I thought Iâd made it clear I wasnât interested.â You looked away, biting down on the emotions that threatened to spill over. âRafe, you donât understand. You were there, comforting me, telling me everything was fine⊠and then she chose you. It felt like a slap in the face.â
He nodded, his expression pained. âI know. And Iâm so sorry. I tried to make it clear to her, but I shouldâve done more. I shouldnât have let her think there was even a chance. I just⊠I donât want to lose you over this.â For the first time, his words began to chip away at your hurt. His eyes held that raw sincerity, the vulnerability that he rarely let anyone see.
And as much as you wanted to cling to the anger, to shield yourself from the fear of being hurt again, a part of you knew he was being honest. You bit your lip, studying his face as he spoke, trying to gauge his sincerity. He looked back at you, a hint of desperation in his gaze that you couldnât ignore. âYou have to believe me,â he continued, voice almost a whisper. âI donât want anyone else. Itâs just you.â
Your shoulders relaxed, the anger ebbing slightly, though the doubt was still there. âOkay, Rafe,â you said finally, your tone soft but uncertain. âBut actions speak louder than words. If you really mean it, youâll have to prove it.â He nodded earnestly, relief flickering in his eyes as he reached for your hand.
âI will,â he promised. âIâll prove it every single day if I have to. Just⊠give me a chance.â You nodded, feeling the weight of his words settle over you. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, then smiledâa genuine, soft smile that reminded you of all the moments that had made you fall for him in the first place. âFinish your breakfast,â he murmured, nodding toward the tray. âIâll be right here.â
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( reaction ) riize when youâre ovulating Ìš ! àšà§ äž ëŒìŽìŠ Ő
âž âž° â  using riize when youâre ovulating ăŸ
OT7!ëŒìŽìŠă» fem!reader â â â â â â â â g ă» smut â â â â â â â â cw ă» â wc ă» â1k â â â â| â âclick to library
request. hear me out â riding Riize and using them like a toy or whatever you want because you're ovulating.....
ă àšà§ authors note ă <3 !!!
ïč đ : shotaro ïč .á
your ovulation week really puts his dancers' stamina to the test , but he does keep up â ready to be used by you whenever you need him. âagain baby?â he smiled as you climbed into his lap. âso-sorry taro , but i need you.â the feeling of your warm cunt suffocating his cock. âfuck , donât worry baby , take what you want love.â lets you move on your own pace , just sitting back , toying with your sensitive nipples. âfuck baby you feel good?â he was smiling as you used him , he loved this. âso sensitive baby , you gonna cum again?â you nodded , legs tired as you came , but that didnât stop you. âtaro , need you.â he sprung into action , wrapping his arms around your waist fucking up into you. âfuck taro im gonna cum.â itâs not about if he cums when youâre ovulating itâs about calming you down for a while , and if that means letting you use him to cum then heâs down forsure.
âthatâs it baby , i know you want to cum again , cum for me.â
ïč đ : eunseok ïč .á
the only time heâll let you do what you want â but that doesnât mean he still doesnât have control of the situation. âslow down now.â he commanded , you whined , your clit grinding against his pelvis. âfuck , I said slow down.â he slapped your ass. âseok please.â you whined , holding his shoulders. âlisten here.â he grabbed your cheeks, you finally slowed down. âjust because youâre ovulating doesnât mean you can act like a disobedient slut.â he let your face go. âo-okay.â you moaned , he tapped your ass. âgood , now keep going.â you resumed bouncing on his cock , his tip kissing your cervix. âyeah fuck just like that.â
âthatâs it keep bouncing on my dick like a good girl and iâll let you cum as much as you want.â
ïč đ : sungchan ïč .á
he loves this, he wants you to do this, use his cock, milk him for all that he has and then more. sex when youâre ovulating is the best sex in his eyes ( even tho it doesnât matter ) it last for hours and almost every day ⊠heâs in heaven. âoh fuck youâre killing me baby.â he chuckled , his head sticking to his forehead due to swear as you sunk down in his cock for like the 5th time , already full of his past loads. âfu-fuck im gonna shoot blanks if you keep going.â your sweet cunt clenching around him. âwe-we can stop.â he slapped your ass making you yelp. âdid I ask you to fucking stop?â so you didnât you actually sped up. âyes fuuuuck.â his hand coming back down to your ass again. âthatâs it.â
âkeep going , use my fucking cock.â
ïč đ : wonbin ïč .á
now this little fucker is a tease, he knows youâre hornier than normal because youâre ovulating, but he just canât help but tease you. âno donât move yet.â you whimpered out. âstop it.â he had been holding you down on his cock, feeling him twitching inside of you. âi need to fuck you.â you moved your hips against his wishes , he chuckled at your neediness. âneed to fuck me?â he groaned watching your precious cunt suck him in. âso slutty baby.â he said , slapping your ass as you bounced on him, legs slap against his. âusing my cock , fuck , humping me like a bunny in heat.â you moaned. âis that what you are? a slutty bunny wanting to use my cock to get off?â you nodded , âyes , please fuck!â he slapped your ass , signaling you speed up.
âthen speed up slut, ride my cock like you mean it.â
ïč đ : seunghan ïč .á
wants to treat you like a princess when youâre ovulating; but knows you like to take control when youâre ovulating so he lets you â at least thatâs what you think. âbaby slow down.â he said softly, holding your waist. âi'm not going anywhere princess.â you whined as you held his shoulders, his cock stretching you out just how you wanted him too. âjust want to fuck you.â he chuckled, kissing your bust tenderly , you nipples sensitive. âyou feel good, baby.â he said , heâd hold off on cumming simply so you could continue. âfuck hannie im gonna cum.â he let you cum , but you kept going. âfu-fuck baby.â he groaned. âhannie im gonna cum again.â you were insatiable but he knew youâd calm down eventually. âgo a head princess.â
âcum all you want.â
ïč đ : sohee ïč .á
sohee ears and his cock stands up the moment you randomly told him that you were ovulating. âlay down.â you told him, and he obey â because why wouldnât he? you unbuckled his pants, ridding them of his bottoms along with your bottoms. âso pretty baby.â he groaned as you stroked his cock, sinking down on him. âoh fuck use me baby.â you began to move you hips , bouncing on his length. he was more of a mess than you were , you were using his cock as your own personal toy , you had been at it for about an hour and you didnât seem to have any plans on stopping any time soon. âoh fuck baby.â he whined , throwing head back in pleasure. âfuck.â
âjust keep using my cock , keep making yourself cum on me.â
ïč đ : anton ïč .á
gives you exactly what you want , no fighting. he just lays back and allows you to do what you want to do. âo-oh fuck.â he moaned. âfuck baby this feels so good.â your hand was wrapped around his neck lightly not choking him as you rode his cock. both of you were lowkey fucking each other out , this always happened when you were ovulating and he loved it. heâs a dom , but he loves when you take what you want from him. âwait baby fuck.â he moaned , the room was hot , and both of you were sweaty â and anton was spent, you had milked him dry , but you werenât letting up. âfuck baby i donât think i can cum again.â you whimpered , still needing his cock even if you were already stuffed full of him. âpl-please one more , just one more.â you moaned. âfuck im gonna cum.â he was sure he was gonna start shooting blanks soon , but he allowed you to keep going.
âfuck baby keep going if you want.â
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Pairing: Alexia Putellas x Reader
Words: 1500+
Warnings: blood
Summary: Youâd never seen Alexia lose control on the pitch before. At least, not until today.
The match had started off just as you and Alexia had planned. Barca was up 1-0, with Alexia scoring the opening goal off a perfect assist from Aitana. She'd celebrated with her usual confidence, that smile that told everyone in the stadium she was exactly where she was supposed to be. She looked so happy, so calm, and you couldn't help but beam at her across the pitch.
But the second half was where everything went wrong.
You were just about to intercept a pass when Arsenal's captain, Leah Williamson, came in with a rough tackle, her elbow catching you hard in the face. You barely had time to react, feeling the impact before you were sent sprawling to the ground with a gasp, pain shooting through your nose as you hit the turf. Everything went a little fuzzy, and you felt a warm trickle of blood start to run down your face.
Before you could even process what had happened, your teammates had gathered around you, waving for the medics to come out. They knelt beside you, one of them pressing gauze against your nose to stop the bleeding. You winced, struggling to keep your focus through the pain, but then you heard a voice that cut through the haze of it all.
"¥Oye! ¿Qué te crees que estås haciendo?" Alexia's voice was unmistakable, laced with anger in a way you'd never heard before. You turned your head, catching a blurry glimpse of her marching up to Leah, her expression thunderous.
Leah crossed her arms, standing her ground. "It was a fair tackle, calm down," she shot back, but Alexia was having none of it. She shoved Leah, her jaw clenched tight.
"ÂĄNo tocas a mi chica asĂ!" Alexia's voice was low and dangerous, and you could see her fists were balled, her entire body radiating fury. Your heart skipped a beat; you'd never seen her like this, not in all the time you'd known her.
"Alexia..." you murmured, trying to sit up, but the medics held you back. "Wait, pleaseâ"
But the two captains were locked in a fierce standoff, teammates from both sides rushing in to pull them apart, voices rising in a chaotic jumble of English and Spanish. You couldn't make out the words, but the tension was thick, the lines between the two teams blurring as everyone tried to defuse the situation.
You couldn't just sit by and watch as Alexia's temper flared, though. With a determined look, you pushed away the medic's hand, standing up despite the dizziness that washed over you. Ignoring their protests, you made your way over, weaving through the bodies until you were right behind her.
"Alexia," you called, reaching out to grab the back of her jersey, giving it a tug.
She whipped around, her expression still fierceâuntil she realized it was you. Her face softened immediately, her hands lifting instinctively to cup your cheeks as she took in the blood smeared across your face. "Mi amor... you are bleeding," she whispered, her eyes filled with worry and anger all at once.
You managed a small smile, placing your hands over hers. "It's okay, I'm fine. But please, calm down, alright?" you said gently. You could feel the tension in her grip, the way her jaw was still tight, and you could tell she was struggling to keep her composure.
"But she... she hit you," Alexia said, her accent thicker than usual in her frustration. "I cannot let her do that to you."
You squeezed her hands, leaning in a little closer. "I know, I know, but it's just a part of the game. Please, just come with me to the stands so they can clean me up. It's not worth it."
Her gaze flickered between you and Leah, hesitating, clearly torn. She opened her mouth, no doubt ready to launch back into the argument, but you tugged her hands a little closer, stepping into her line of sight.
"Please, cariño," you murmured, letting your voice soften. "Walk me over to the medics. Just... just focus on me."
Alexia looked over your shoulder at Leah, her eyes narrowing, but then she glanced back at you, her expression softening. "Okay... okay, for you," she murmured, her thumb brushing gently against your cheek.
You let out a relieved breath, giving her hands a reassuring squeeze. "Thank you."
She wrapped an arm around your waist, guiding you gently back towards the sidelines. Her touch was firm and protective, her fingers pressing into your hip as if to shield you from any further harm. You leaned into her, feeling a sense of comfort despite the throbbing pain in your nose.
When you reached the bench, she helped you sit down, crouching beside you and reaching out to gently wipe a smudge of blood from your cheek with her thumb. "You scared me," she admitted softly, her voice laced with concern.
You managed a weak laugh, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her face. "I didn't mean to. But you really didn't have to go after Leah like that. I'm alright, Alexia."
She shook her head, her gaze intense. "No, no estĂĄ bien. She should not touch you like this." Her hand moved to your shoulder, holding you as if to ground herself.
You cupped her face in your hands, making her look at you. "I'm okay," you repeated softly. "Just... stay here with me, alright?"
Her eyes softened, and she leaned into your touch, her thumb grazing your cheek. "Always, mi amor. Always."
*
The game was a whirlwind of chaos, and Leah's yellow card had been the last thing on anyone's mind after the rough tackle. But finally, after a visit from the medics to pack your nose, you managed to convince themâand Alexiaâthat you could head back on the field. She was fuming as she followed you back, shaking her head the entire way.
"I don't like this," Alexia muttered, her Spanish accent thickening as her irritation grew. "You shouldn't be playing."
"Lexi, I'll be fine," you said, giving her a quick, reassuring smile. "They're just making me get an X-ray later as a precaution, but it's nothing serious."
She didn't look convinced. Her fingers grazed the edge of the bandage on your nose, her brow furrowed. "But you are hurt. What if you get hit again? I don't like it."
You gently took her hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Trust me, okay? I'll stay out of trouble.â
Alexia gave you a reluctant nod, though you could still see the worry etched in her expression. She stayed close to you as the match resumed, shooting daggers at anyone who so much as came near you, and by the time the whistle blew, her concern had shifted into a steely kind of protectiveness.
Barca had won, 1-0, and despite the soreness, you couldn't help but smile, hugging Alexia in celebration. She held you close, whispering, "You are too stubborn."
"Only because I'm dating you," you teased, and she rolled her eyes, though her smile gave her away.
As the celebrations wrapped up, Leah approached, looking slightly nervous as she rubbed the back of her neck.
"Hey," Leah started, glancing between you and Alexia. "I wanted to say sorry about earlier. Really didn't mean for it to be that rough. Are you okay?"
You nodded, giving her a forgiving smile. "It's alright, Leah. Things happen on the pitch. I'm all good now."
Leah let out a relieved breath, smiling back. "Glad to hear it." She paused, looking slightly sheepish. "Also, any chance you'd want to swap jerseys? As a bit of a peace offering?"
You blinked, a little surprised, but after a quick glance at Alexia's thunderous expression, you gave Leah a reassuring nod. "Yeah, sure."
You slipped your jersey off and handed it to Leah, who smiled gratefully as she passed hers to you. But Alexia's glare hadn't let up, and the second Leah turned away, you felt Alexia's arms wrap firmly around your waist from behind.
Her fingers spread out across your bare stomach, pressing against your skin as if trying to shield you from the world. She lowered her face to your ear, her voice low and annoyed. "She has no shame, coming up to you like this."
You laughed softly, leaning back against her. "Baby, she was just being nice."
"She hurt you," Alexia muttered, her arms tightening slightly around you. "And now she asks for your jersey? It's like she doesn't understand who you belong to."
You couldn't help but laugh again, turning slightly in her arms to look at her. "She knows, trust me."
Alexia's gaze softened slightly as she looked down at you, though her annoyance was still clear. "Maybe I should remind her."
Rolling your eyes, you reached up to cup her cheek. "Alexia, I'm okay. And she apologised. I promise, I'm yours."
Her expression finally relaxed, and she leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Good. Because I am not sharing you."
You grinned, wrapping your arms around her neck. "I wouldn't dream of it."
She pulled you even closer, her lips brushing your ear as she whispered, "Then let's go celebrate properly. Away from everyone else."
You laughed, letting her lead you off the pitch, her arm still wrapped possessively around you the entire way, her touch never leaving your skin.
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Little Life
Ghosting Series pt. 3
Simon âGhostâ Riley x Fem! Reader
Cw: pregnancy stuff, reader is female, cursing (let me know I I missed anything)
A/N: sorry if this is very short the chapters may be pretty short just so my motivation to keep writing can stay.
Part 2 here
âAlright hon, if you can lay on the bed and lift you shirt over you belly please.â Dr. Raven says, the woman pointing to the dull looking patient bed with thin paper lining fitted over the top.
You follow her words and sit down on the bed, the cushion was surprisingly comfortable to sit on. You bring your shirt up over your stomach stopping at your rib cage and lay back waiting for Raven to prepare for the scanning. You watch as she brings out a plastic bottle you assumed was the gel, as she opened the plastic cap as she looks at you. âOkay, Iâm going to put this on your abdomen. Be prepared, this will be cold.â She says as she squeezes the bottle over your stomach, the bright translucent blue gel slithers out the opening and trails down towards your stomach.
The moment it makes contact with your skin, your stomach retracted back at the cold viscous material. You shudder a breath and laugh a bit. âYou werenât lying.â You joked as Raven smiled and chucked at your response.
âAlways takes them by surprise.â She says before she finishes squeezing the bottle, pulling it away and closing the cap back on. Placing it down on the table beside her she grabs the transducer clicking a few buttons and the screen turns on. She places the nub against your abdomen and spread the gel around your stomach and looks at the screen seeing the scan coming through as she adjusts it to hover where your uterus is.
You watch the screen feeling a bit anxious as you watch trying to figure out exactly what you were seeing, after a couple seconds you soon immediately spot a little white blob. A baby.
âThere it is. Your baby.â She tells you as you stare at the screen in awe. Thatâs really inside you. Your baby slowly growing by the second, yours and Simonâs baby.
âSo tiny.â You say as Dr. Raven nods to your words.
âYouâre only eight weeks currently, it looks like you and the baby are doing just fine so far, baby is healthy and growing, overall youâre both doing great. Iâll provide you with some prenatal vitamins for you to take. I did notice in your readings, your blood pressure is a bit high than weâd like it to be so I need you to make sure youâre not overworking yourself, do more things to keep you calm and not focus and do things that cause you such distress if thatâs possible. Other than that, youâre all set and good to go. Do you have any questions for me?â Dr. Raven says as she takes a few pictures of the scan to print out for you.
You breathe out in relief, the baby is all good. You figured the high blood pressure was definitely caused by the whole situation with Simon so you donât know how you can make yourself forget about it, on top of that youâve also been worried about finding a place to live and trying to figure out your financial situation now with Simon out of the picture. You take a deep breath and nod at Dr. Ravens advice. âIâll be sure not to.â You tell her with a small smile as she hands you a paper towel to wipe off the gel, which you take.
âWould you be comfortable with telling me about the cause for your mental or physical wellbeing may be? Anything that maybe I could help you with if possible.â She asks you; you can spot the concern in her eyes when she brings it up.
You shake your head and ignore the feeling you felt as she brings it up but regardless you smile and shake your head. âJust trying to deal with not having the father in the picture. He decided he didn't want to be around." You tell her as she nods, understanding your words.
"I'm sorry to hear that." She tells you as you simply shrug your shoulders pulling you shirt back down.
"it's fine, think we'll be better off without him anyways.â You tell her. It's true, to an extent, at least thatâs what keep telling yourself. You know you can do this all on your own. It won't be easy, but you hope you can manage. But deep down, you know you'll never be okay not having him by your side. Heâll miss out on so much, like watching your baby grow, learning and growing along with the baby as that baby also learns from you. You both wonât grow old together like you both wanted, with a bunch of animals, but with the baby included, maybe one or two more if things had worked out in the end.
You finish up the remaining paper work you had to sign and received your vitamins. Dr. Raven hands the ultrasound pictures to you in a white envelope and you make your way back to the lobby where Jared waited, still sitting and reading the pamphlets. He looks up as he notices you approaching and smiles as he stands up. âHowâd it go?â He asks you.
You hold up the envelope with a smile. âIt was great, got to see the baby, doctor said that theyâre healthy and everything looks good thankfully. Just have to focus on not stressing myself out so much.â You tell him as you both make your way out of the building and into the parking lot.
âThatâs great to hear. Iâm sure Stacy already told you but she has a surprise in stock for you but sheâs wondering if you have anything nice to wear.â He asks you as you approach the car.
Opening the car door you think for a minute before you nodded. âYeah, I should.â You tell him. Youâre sure you can find something. You took everything with you when you left Simonâs place, all your things are still in boxes save for the necessities that you need, but youâre sure you can find something.
On the drive back you spent the entire car ride back home staring and looking at the ultrasound picture, the little blob that you still couldnât grasp was your baby, just still needed some more months to grow before you can meet them and that made you anxious. You donât think you could wait that long.
âWhatâre you hoping for?â Jared asks you, steering the wheel as he switches to the next lane, glancing at the photos in your hand.
You think about it for a moment, it hasnât crossed your mind surprisingly. Either one would be great, there was a moment where you dreamt of having a baby girl with Simon. You canât lie, the sight of Simon being a girl dad made you all giddy and warm. Then thinking about a little boy, one that looked like a copy and paste of Simon would be so cute. You smile as the possibilities ran through your head, of course youâre just being delusional, you wouldnât be able to see that happen ever. Just a thought in the back of your mind.
âHonestly either would be great. I donât mind what I have, as long as the baby is healthy thatâs enough for me.â You say tucking the photos into your purse, holding it close to you.
Jared smiled and nodded. âSounds great, youâll make a great mother. Iâm sure of it.â He says to you as you smile, the reassurance from Jared was something you didnât know you needed but greatly appreciated.
âThanks.â You say to him, before you know it youâve finally made it back home.
Once you arrived home you got out the car and walked into the house. Right away Stacy approached you with a smile.
âHowâd it go?â She asks you as she gets up from the soft couch and walking over towards you and Jared.
You pull out the envelope and pull out the multiple pictures and hand them out for her. Upon seeing them she aweâs as she examined the little bean like fetus. âLittle baby.â She coos before looking at you. âHow far along are you?â She asks you.
âEight weeks. Iâll be able to see the babyâs gender by fourteen weeks.â You tell her as she hands back the photos to you. Placing them in you bag you can see Stacy smile as she walks towards the island counter of in the kitchen. âOh, what was that surprise you had in store?â You ask her.
She props herself up on the counter with her elbows and looks at the time. âWe decided to treat you to dinner tonight. We have a reservation set for six tonight. You feeling up for it?â She asks you.
You take a moment to think and nod your head a bit excited to hear youâll be eating at a restaurant feeling your hormones go crazed at the thought of food. âYeah, Iâll get ready now.â You tell her with a wide smile. You havenât eaten out at a restaurant in a long time. Last time you went was with Simon for the last anniversary together.
Making your way to your âroomâ you take out a box with your fancier clothes. Opening the box you pull out multiple tops, bottoms, and dresses. Finally choosing one you like you slip the dress on and admire yourself in the mirror. You bump is bulging out a bit, you take the time to admire it.
You took the time to shower, do your make up and get dressed right on time. Stacy looked at your outfit as you did a 360 showing off your outfit. âYouâre not even half way into pregnancy and already look like a milf.â Stacy jokes, you laugh as you grab your purse.
âDonât tell me lies Stace.â You tell her as she shrugs her shoulder.
âI only tell the truth.â She says as you both walk out the door and towards the already running car where Jared sat in waiting for you two.
âFuckinâ hell.â
A click from the lock sounds from the front door as it swings open. Simonâs bulking frame walks through the door as he scans the house. Itâs dark and eerily silent.
When Simon came back, he felt like shit. His heart dreaded coming home to see your answer. He hoped you stayed, at least long enough till he came back, he planned to move out the house and leave it for you if you decided to keep the baby. It would give him a peace of mind to know where you were and know that you and the kid were safe, and you could use the extra room and space for the baby. But, even if you got rid of it, he doesnât know if your relationship could ever be the same.
However your answer was first made clear when your car not in the drive way. His heart dropped but he took a deep breath, âMaybe sheâs at the store.â He thought. He hadnât texted you either to let him know he was coming home today, he couldnât bring himself too.
Youâre not here. Itâs something Simon suspected but he still feels dread overcome him as he steps into the house and notices the little things around the house that belonged to you were gone. Your shoes were gone, your car keys, the blanket you left on the couch is gone. He walks into your shared bedroom, which is now his bedroom, opening the door and heâs stunned with how much of an eye sore it is. His room is so plain now, like how it looked before you moved in with him.
He remembers how much you wanted to decorate the place, especially the bedroom, you hated how lifeless the whole house looked. It didnât take much to convince him to let you decorate saying , âGo crazy.â And you did. Literally. You decorated adding a touch of you but keeping it to an extent to not overwhelm Simon. You hung up a few decorations and posters in the bed room of bands you and Simon both loved. A few shelves displaying your books and trinkets. Your touch added to his home making it more like home for him. Like you were his home. He liked, loved it if he dare say, he worried you would over do the place but it look perfect. Like you.
But now as he looked around the house, he sees the walls are bare and plain. He feels plain now, empty. Sad. He looks through your closet and drawers only to find them completely bare and empty.
He walks into the living room notices your shoes are gonna as well from the rack, and the little table beside the front door, he noticed the white folded paper on the little ceramic plate that held their keys, walking over he pick up the paper seeing his name written on it in your hand writing, unfolding it reveals page with your writing inked into the material.
âI know we made a promise but this is something that takes two to do, accidents happen and I know you never wanted children and you knew it was still on the table for me, Iâm thankful that you gave me a choice, even if it wasnât easy. I donât want to drag you into something you never wanted but it still hurts that I have to chose between you and this baby. I figured it was best for the both of us if I left, you can keep your home and I can keep my baby. I hope you stay safe out there Simon and please take care of yourself. I still and always will love you and Iâm sorry.â Simon checked the back of the paper for anything else but it was empty. You didnât say where or what you were going to do and it scared Simon. Were you safe, do you have a place to stay, do you have people to help?
He knew you werenât really in any contact with your family, your only friends were Johnny, Gaz, and Price. His âfriendsâ were yours. For the most part Simon knew you didnât have anyone to help you or look after you and the baby. âFuck!â
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she's got a way (she got away)
inspired by chappel roan's the subway!
pairing: alexia putellas x reader
summary: after the World Cup, your mind is set on leaving Spain - Alexia doesn't expect you to leave her too
It was clear, from the moment the Euros ended for the Spanish national team, that this situation would, at one point, escalate. You had been sure of it, despite the fact that all throughout the tournament, you hadn't been able to focus on anything but your girlfriend's recovery. Her knee was in pain, and so was her heart, and you were in England, unable to help due to the strict rules Jorge had set up.
Along with Irene, Mapi and Jenni, you were one of the most experienced, as well as one of the most vocal players. Your manager was slowly losing the team - it was evident that no one would really listen to a thing he said anymore, and he needed you to keep them in check. At least that was your theory as to why he appeared in your room almost every night, asking you the most absurd questions, and calming his mind with the thought of you keeping his back.
You didn't, though. It was merely the worry clouding your head that had you unable to speak your critiques, as you had done before. Jorge didn't need to know the reason, though - you were quiet, that was all he needed for now.
Alexia welcomed you back to Barcelona with open arms, though she noticed the bags under your eyes and the residue of salt on your cheeks. It was hard to miss - the fact that you were completely and utterly done. You were done.
You wouldn't go back to the Spanish National team. Not like this, and not without Alexia.
Your girlfriend was your biggest rock, and despite the fact that she was undergoing her own struggle, or perhaps that was the exact reason why, the two of you leaned onto each other more than ever. Set under pressure by the RFEF, the only way for you to escape was to lean your head on your lovers shoulders and close your eyes. Alexia didn't need to hear. She knew what was going on, without you ever speaking it out loud, and just before the World Cup, she started fighting hard for the federation to make up for their mistakes, and finally give their players a bit of fucking attention.
Still, she had to beg you. Had to beg you to come back, promising she wouldn't leave your side, promising things would be different, better. And they were, for a little bit.
The moment you allowed yourself to believe that your voices had been heard was a fleeting one. The referee blew her whistle, the English players fell to the ground in disappointment, and Alexia sprinted towards you full charge.
A moment later, when you were lifted into the air, and touched in places that left your skin burning, it was gone again. That little faith, the tiny bit of hope. It was gone. And a part of you was, too.
You had your medal. You had your picture with the trophy, you had a week of alcohol.
But still, the World Cup was tainted, and the horrifying response by not only the Spanish federation but also the Spanish press, and people, they made everything else unimportant.
You had been holding off on extending your contract. You had told the club you weren't sure yet-
You had been sure. Before the World Cup, the whole discussions and meetings had been merely a strategy to have a little more compensation for the work you did - it had been your agent's idea, but you had agreed either way.
Now, you weren't sure.
Spain felt different, in a way. You didn't believe that the country wanted you anymore, partly because you had been very vocal about what had happened, partly because the RFEF had told you so. Despite Rubiales' resign, they wanted an apology, a public one, for the comments and statements you had published. Otherwise, they didn't want you anymore.
That fateful email slipped further down with every new email you received, and by the time you told Alexia about their threats, the transfer window was almost closed.
It was rainy, that night. It never really rained in Spain that often, especially not in September. Your girlfriend had hoped the two of you could sit on your balcony and enjoy a glass of wine, for once. But it rained and you sat on the couch and before Alexia could place her drink on the sofa, something within you broke.
You didn't want to leave - you wanted Spain, wanted Barcelona, wanted Alexia.
Tears fell from your eyes so quickly Alexia didn't know what to do, almost spilling her beverage all over the couch in order to get to you.
"Amor, what's wrong?", she asked, over and over again, until all she could do was wrap her arms around you and hold your shaking frame until you calmed down enough to say something. Anything. She really just wanted to hear your voice.
"I think I have to leave", you breathed, finally, just when Alexia had believed you to be asleep.
Silence remained in your shared apartment.
And it seemed even more present when your last things had been moved to Manchester, and you were gone for good.
Your voice still sounded through the hallways, usually as the of two of you cooked dinner, separated by the ocean and phones on the counter, loud speaker enabled. You had vowed to each other to speak regularly, FaceTime if possible, and make visits as often as possible.
Alexia couldn't get used to it, though. It was quiet.
However, the changing room was louder than ever. With every week that you played in the color blue, the girls had something new to talk about. Alexia couldn't participate, because as much as she wanted to, it only reminded her that another week without a phone call had passed. You had said you were tired, yesterday, and you had said so the day before as well.
Moving was big. Especially if it was to another country. Alexia believed that you were tired, she really did.
"She scored another, on Sunday. Did you see?", Mapi pointed around the room animatedly, laughing along as Pina enacted the way you had put your entire force behind the shot, almost falling over her own legs as Cata leapt to the side, pretending to miss a shot.
"It was so good! She is shining!"
Unsatisfied with the acting performance of her own team, Alexia decided she needed to see for herself. Barcelona was playing this Friday, and since your game was on a Sunday, she would have enough time to fly over to Manchester with Jana and watch you and Jill in person.
It was a surprise, and she could see in your eyes as you gazed through the family section, that you genuinely were surprised. Leia was standing next to you, arm across your shoulder, finding her own friends in the crowd shortly before warm up would begin.
You radiated, waving to Leia's parents, shortly before your eyes caught those of your lover. Though you hadn't seen them in a while, you recognized them instantly, and your smile dropped for a split second, before it grew even wider. Waving your hands through the air, the stadium seemed smaller, all of a sudden. Alexia felt a rush of warmth throughout her body. Then, you turned around, focussing back on the task ahead, the way you always could.
Alexia could see it, then. You were happier than you had been for a while. She knew the weight that had pulled you down over the past year, and despite the fact that she was genuinely relieved to see you get on so well, it also inflicted a pang of something else.
Was it jealousy? Was it fear?
Jealousy that Manchester gave you something Alexia never could?
Fear that you would come to the same conclusion?
Alexia couldn't tell, but she could tell, as the stadium roared with each of the goals you scored, that you were happy. Jumping into the air to celebrate a goal you merely would've smiled for in Barcelona, all of your teammates crowding you happily, tapping your head and laughing along as you jogged back into position - you were different.
You had changed, silently, right in front of Alexia's eyes. She knew it was for the better.
A brief talk after the game followed, an excited kiss over the barrier, an apology as you rushed to the changing room to get changed, promising to meet her in the lounge after.
Then came the reassurance.
No, it's fine, I don't have to go for drinks with the others.
No, really, I want to have a nice evening with you before you have to leave again.
Of course I want to know how things are in Spain.
The word left your lips as though it sliced your tongue in the process, and despite the fact that you watched Alexia's brow furrow for the split of a second, the both of you never mentioned it again. The conversation dulled out, and despite the fact that Alexia was going to meet Jana at the airport hours later, she slowly began gathering her things.
You didn't stop her.
You brought her to the airport, and she promised Jana was on her way already. You wouldn't need to wait with her.
The previous goodbye had been different. There had been tears cascading down the both of your faces, whereas this time, there was merely a little glimmer of wet in Alexia's lashes.
There had been promises and plans, when you had left Barcelona. Plans to visit, promises to call, to make this work.
Now, you didn't even know when you would come back to Spain. If you would come back to Spain.
Your Catalan was rusty already, a hint of an accent coming through, that shocked Alexia at first.
She knew it was for the better, though. You weren't sad to watch Alexia leave, and Alexia would learn to live with that. It took two hours until Jana came. By the time the two walked towards their gate, Alexia's tears had dried. By the time the plane touched down in Barcelona, your lover had made up her mind to call you later. By the time she got to training later, she could only answer Mapi's question -
How is she doing?
With a wet "She got away."
Mapi didn't even question her best friend's answer, didn't furrow her brows at the prospect of her two best friends' breaking up, she merely offered a bitter smile.
Good for her, Mapi thought, too scared to voice her words out loud for the fear of hurting Alexia. Unbeknownst to her, your ex girlfriend thought the same exact thing.
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I'm working hard rn but yesterday was REALLY COLD so I wanted to scribble something that was on my mind
#timkon#but you can imagine whoever u want in the blanket tbh#I just think Tim struggles with the cold like I do#it's still autumn I cannot fold to the pressure#gotta wait till winter starts to worry about the heating situation. sigh.#otherwise I'll just need to crank it up more and more and waste money đđ#hate being poor hate being weak in the cold but I will prevail#anyway#art#sketch#digital art#fanart#watercolour#tim drake#kon el#conner kent#tim drake wayne#you can see his little nose peeking out but he is just in there yk#really scribbly sketch bc I need to focus my energy on the commission rn
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hii! if youâre taking requests may i request the kings reaction (+ bael & bimet if its okay) reaction to mc in her sleep pulling them into her grasp and face planting them in her boobs (i think it would be funny like they were just checking on mc and get pulled inđ)
Hi ! Thank you so much for requesting !!
Ahh I love this scenario! And the character choice is đ€đ€đ€
I had no idea if this request was meant to be smut, fluff, angst, or crack, so I mixed all of them, I hope it's okay, and soooo sorry for the delay :(
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CW: Reader has boobs but I tried my best to not specify the size, Belphegor's is a bit shorter because let's be real he would fall asleep the moment he touches a bed, Bael's is also shorter because my draft of him got deleted 4 times, somnophilia and by defect Dubcon in Beelzebub's, Satan's got emotional somehow, the only one who actually got a bit smutty was Beel's, the rest (some of them) are just suggestive, kinda OOC Leviathan (?) it's hard to write fluff for someone as dense as him.
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Satan loved sleeping with you. Both hands weren't enough to count the reasons why. The main one had to be that when he was lying in your arms (or you were lying on his, depending on his mood), he felt like nothing could go wrong. He felt all his worries disappear, and just that small moment between him and you was simply perfect.
One day, while walking out of a meeting, he felt as if he hadn't seen you for a while, so he made his way to your room. Once there, he found you peacefully sleepingâhow cute!
BUT, what if you weren't sleeping? What if you passed out? Maybe an angel attacked you and set up your body so it would seem like you were just asleep, or what if Gabriel kidnapped you and set up a lookalike of you or a doll that looks like you to confuse those who walked into your room.
Overthinking took over Satan so he rushed to your bed to check on you, and once he got in your bed and got close to you he suddenly felt your arms wrapping around his neck and pushing his face.
He just remained there, dumbfounded, still processing what just happened, sure he knew you were quite naughty, but so naughty to a point where your sleeping self yearned for him? That was a surprise, a very satisfactory surprise.
Satan lay down with you and hugged you tightly without caring much if he woke you up or not if you had put him in such a suggestive situation it was because you wanted âSomething moreâ But once he felt both your bodies cuddling, your soft hands tangled in his hair, your arms hugging his face endearingly and the comfortable warmth surrounding his face coming from your soft chest, Satan wanted to stay here forever, fuck the angels and fuck the war, this was all he needed in his life.
He felt Gabrielâs brand on your chest pressing against his forehead, it was mocking him, reminding him that he could take you away from him at any moment if that were to happen, Satan had no idea how could he move on, thatâs why he treasured moments like this so much, heâs confident about his power and his abilities at protecting you, but one part of him was genuinely scared about the future.
He just wishes time froze and this moment could last forever.
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Satan arranged a super urgent meeting between the two kings that he described as a âLife or death type of urgencyâ, but that was the secondary reason he went to Gehenna that day, the main one was to visit you, and since the king of that land refused to let anyone kidnap you, Mammon had to settle for sporadic visits until he had a defined plan to steal you away from Satan.
Once his meeting was over, he went straight to your room, at first he knocked, but once he received no response he just entered, once inside he saw your little body wrapped in the sheets, he began to walk slowly trying to make as little noise as possible so as not to wake you up, and as soon as he was close to you he brought his face closer to yours to observe you more closely, Mammon thought you couldn't look any cuter until he saw you right now.
He may have let his guard down a little too much, because suddenly one of your hands grabbed his horn and the other grabbed his head, and somehow, you planted his head between your breasts.
He stands proud as an ass guy, but who is he to complain, and if itâs your will to keep him in your arms while you sleep, or more specifically, in your chest, then he must obey his master, so as carefully as possible, he places his heavy body beside yours and places his hands directly on his target, your ass.
He wouldâve loved to have let his hands explore your body more, in fact, if he wanted to, he would have done it, but Mammon does not dare to break into his masterâs dream, your life in hell is stressful enough, that you deserve to rest, and heâs honored that youâre allowing him to be with you at this time, and as long as heâs here with you, no angel would success in trying to attack you.
Mammon hopes that neither of you wakes up to Satan shouting and attempting to murder him when he sees the scene of both of you sleeping together, however, any punch or kick that he may receive will be worth it as long as he continues to enjoy this moment between the two of you.
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He's not a huge fan of sleeping with you, or anyone, but as long as you weren't sharing a bed with somebody else, it was fine for him.
It was a peaceful noon at Hades, way too peaceful, unusually peaceful if he had to admit, something must be wrong, where are you by the way? Where were his nobles?
Casually, Leviathan happened to pass in front of your room, that moment, he stood there and he felt uneasy, it was too much of a coincidence that neither you nor his nobles were around, he opened your door with a bang and entered your room, he started looking desperately, he searched in every corner, opened every cabinet and even checked if Foras turned invisible and hid somewhere.
Then he noticed your sleeping self that by miracle didnât wake up by the bang of your door and the amount of noise he made while rummaging around your room, thatâs when he remembered, he hadnât checked your bed to see if there was anyoneâs unpleasant presence.
That's when it happened, when Leviathan got close to you to lift the bedsheets off your body, in an instant and taking him off guard, you grabbed his head with your arms and planted his face in your chest.
In the beginning Leviathan got mad, how you dare treat him with such rudeness, whatâs wrong with you? But then he smelled you, no disgusting smell of any other nasty devil was on you aside from his, he sighed in relief, well, now that his job is done he must go, he had lots of things to do anyways and cuddle time with you wasnât one of them.
Without caring much if you woke up or not he tried to pull away from you, tried, for a human you had a pretty strong grip he thought, and it didnât help that your sleeping self gently kissed the top of his head as you snuggled up in his hair, that little act caused things in him, maybe Leviathan was completely unaccustomed to receiving this kind of gestures, so he felt quite weird, and if he was honest, maybe even a little bit good.
Hesitantly, Leviathan got comfortable in your bed and awkwardly held your body between his arms, if he stayed with you right now none of his nobles would dare to enter your room, yeah, that was the reason why he was in your room right now, with both your bodies curled in the bed, his face buried in the pillowy surface of your chest and your hearts beating in unison.
How long has it been since heâs been so at ease in his life? Probably never, and for the first time in god knows how many years, he fell asleep out of the comfort of his coffin, but in a newfound comfort, you.
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Beelzebub has been away for some weeks now, and the first thing he wanted to do was to spend time with you, in fact, he only returned because of that, but to his surprise, when he broke into your room in Gehenna from the window, you were passed out in your bed, how cute.
He not so carefully sat at the side of the bed you were facing and stared at you for minutes, you really looked cute when you were asleep, he swears he just wanted to get a little sniff of your natural scent, but with a tight grip around his neck that for a second caught him off-guard you pulled him to the bed with you, or more specifically, to his favorite place on hell right after between your legs, your chest.
Could he easily get away from your embrace? Yes. Was he going to try? Nah.
Beelzebub would die a happy man suffocated in your chest, and also, this was a great way to get away from Bael, he wasnât going to enter your room without your permission, right? And also, a little nap with you doesnât sound bad, who knows what can happen once you wake up, or when you're still in your sleep.
And that's how he ended up getting comfortable beside you, with his head still face planted between your boobs, his legs tangled with yours and a firm thigh pressing against your crotch.
Bold of you to assume Beelzebub isnât going to try to get his hands on you, in those weeks without you he couldnât get you out of his head, so as soon as he gets settled in your bed, he takes a deep sniff of your delicious skin and slips his hands under your shorts and places them on your butt gripping it roughly and almost waking you up, almost.
Because once he saw that you were still asleep, he left his hands to wander under your shorts, and before you could do something about it you woke up to Beelzebub with two fingers buried deep inside you and your whole chest covered in hickeys and bite marks, and most importantly, Beelâs mouth vigorously sucking on your sore nipples.
A long night awaits you because heâs not getting out of your bed until he gets a taste of you, or until Satan realizes that he broke in.
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He would rather die than admit it, but Lucifer had a habit of watching you sleep. He would wait for you to fall asleep every night to sneak into your room just to observe you, sometimes he would bring a chair closer to your bed to be more comfortable, and other times he would cover you more with the sheets when he noticed youâre cold, or he would carefully remove some strands of hair from your face, and in some occasions when youâre in a particularly deep sleep, he would sit on the side of your bed to feel you closer to him, situation in which he was in right now.
You were like a beautiful artwork to him, he could gaze at your human self for hours in pure admiration, it didnât matter if you were in Paradise Lost or in another kingdom of hell, when he had time, he would indulge in this embarrassing habit of him.
You were in such a deep sleep that he felt that if tried to give you a small kiss you wouldnât wake up at all, but the moment his face approached yours, an unexpected strength that for a second he doubted was yours grabbed his head tightly and smashed it against your warm chest.
Never in his millions of years of age had he been so caught off guard as he is now.
What was he even supposed to do now? Were you asleep? Did you discover him? Lucifer was blank, after a few seconds he realized that your impulsive action was possibly due to an instinct, surely even in your dreams you can recognize him and thatâs why you brought him closer to you, which in short means that you want him close to you.
Once his thoughts were organized, careful not to hurt you with his pointed horn, Lucifer lay down on your bed as close to you as possible, in this position he could feel your heart beating more closely, and the fluffy surface of your chest cushioned his face in a comfortable position.
He had to restrain himself from biting your chest or trying to put his hands on your private areas, eventually when he managed to fall asleep he put those thoughts aside, he preferred to be with you in a more personal moment right now, when you both woke up he would have plenty of time to enjoy you in every possible way.
Extra: Gamigin found you two when he was looking for Lucifer, he took a photo for future blackmail material.
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Well, since he's already here, he might as well just sleep with you, what a hassle would it be to go back to his room.
He loves it when things go in his favor, he came to do his great deed of the day by checking on you since it had been a while since he saw you for the last time, and whoops, he's now sleeping with you, what a casualty.
To his surprise, your sleeping self took the initiative and pulled him to the bed first, to the bed, and to somewhere else too, most specifically the best pillow he could ever wish for, your chest.
Belphegor said to himself that he must have been an amazing devil in his past life, because of how wonderful what was happening to him today.
He hates wasting time, so as soon as you planted his face in your boobs, he snuggled there and got comfortable in your bed hugging your body tightly against his.
He would have loved to savor this moment, but his sleepiness won the battle against his horniness, and he passed out, good luck trying to get out of his embrace.
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He swears he was just trying to cover your sleeping self with a blanket, you pulling him to the bed with you was most definitely not on his plans, not that he complained.
He tried to softly push himself away from you, not because he didnât like the current scenario of you tightly hugging him, but because Bael thought that even tho you were the one that put him in this situation, you were asleep and werenât conscious of your actions.
It was a fool's intent, because the moment Bael tried to take your arms and softly put them away from him, you hugged him from the back of his head and squished his face between your beasts.
He was fucked
He was so fucked
Bael had two options, push himself away from you and wake you up, or stay with you in your embrace, in the soft pillowy surface of your chest, surrounded by the aroma of your delicious smell, with your soft arms wrapped around him.
He concluded that he deserved a little rest, and what better chance than this one, cuddled up with you, snuggled up in your chest, what a great life he has, he just wishes that Beelzebub doesn't find him anytime soon.
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It was an easy task, you had a headache so Mammon insisted that you should take a nap, he was just supposed to check on you by orders of his king, the current situation he was in was far from the original plan, and turned his quick task into the worst internal debate heâs ever had.
Bimet couldn't even remember how he ended up with his face buried in your chest, for a second he even doubted if you were human because of how fast everything happened.
Should he separate himself from you? You are his kingâs property so he would probably feel jealous about this, wait, didnât Mammon also own him? Then there shouldnât be a problem, right?
You felt extremely warm, but it was a comforting warmth and not a fever type of warmth, maybe this wasnât so bad, and either way, you were the one who faceplanted his face between your boobs, so in case anyone complained he had an excuse, Bimet could say that you suddenly developed super strength one day and he couldn't escape from your grip, yeah, that was an amazing excuse, what a genius he is.
Now that his mental debate is over, he could enjoy this little (And convenient) moment with you, so he got comfortable and held your body in his arms.
Just thinking about how the amount of money other devis and even the kings would pay just to be in his place got Bimet all excited, but to their disappointment, he had you now, or you had him.
Bimet underestimated how comfortable he was because in a matter of minutes, he had fallen completely asleep in your arms.
Extra: Mammon did notice Bimetâs absence, and when he went to your room to check if he was here he saw both of you sleeping in each other's arms, Mammon just smiled and took a photo of you.
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TINY LITTLE FIRES.
for two firemen whose jobs are to help civilians, they've managed to spark flames inside you that you wish not to extinguish.
( fic demographics. ) jujutsu kaisen, toji fushiguro & sukuna ryomen, sexually mature | minors, ageless & blank blogs : do not interact & 2519 words !
â°â†firefighter!toji fushiguro & sukuna ryomen & afab!reader (she/her), throatfucking, fingering, dirty talk mostly on sukuna's behalf, double penetration, anal & vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie.
( author's note. ) i thought of this specific prn link when writing this and thought it was tojikuna fucking reader. just a liddol visual while you read đ
It was overwhelming, the heat of two men looming over youâ how they were both so hauntingly handsome as their eyes explored your body. They caged you in with their bodies, tiny little fires sparking inside of the pit of your stomach as they held interest on you all night. Shoko wanted to hold a small celebration dinner after completing her residency, finally becoming an actual doctor. She held it at a small bar and grill, where the food was greasy and the drinks were strong. You hadnât thought your night wouldnât be one so special, just have a few drinks and enjoy the time with your friends. However, from afar, two men had their eyes on you the majority of the night. Crimson and hazel following your form in a way that had you constantly looking behind you, eyes never failing to meet theirs.Â
You werenât the only one to take notice of their domineering stares, Shoko watching over your shoulder before saying, âYou should go talk to them.â
Eyes widening as your head quickly turns to her. Immediately, you shook your head. âIâm here to celebrate you.â
âYouâre here to have fun,â she corrects. âPlus, you need itâ them. When was the last time you had a spontaneous hook-up, much less a threesome?â
She was right. You rarely spend your leisure time actually doing any leisure, always finding something to keep you busy or something that came around the corner last minute that you completely forgot about. Your social life went down the drain outside of her, Geto and Gojo. But even the time you spend with them is too short. However, you donât want to be a bad friend.
âBut,â you pout. âWhoâs going to drop you home if you get too wasted?â
âThatâs for me to worry about,â Shoko says. âIâll probably have one of the waitresses do it if it comes to that.â
âI donât feelââÂ
âI donât care how you feel,â Shoko frowns, nudging you from your chair. âGo to them right now, or Iâll disown you as a friend.â
Youâre not sure if youâre thankful for Shoko, or if you want to curse her. You feel like a mouse trapped inside of a lionâs den. Outside of the conversation with Shoko, you canât recall how you even ended up in this situation, just knowing that you walked up to the bar, signaling for a bartender in their close vicinity. You let them watch you, slowly creeping closer towards them.Â
Other than their impressive physique that had other men gawking at them in jealousy, they were different. One had dark hair that went over his forehead, black strands that nearly prickled his hazel green eyes. He had a scar on the left corner of his lip that had you curious how it ended up there in the first place. The other man has messy pink hair and piercing red eyes as he scrutinizes you, tattoos travel down his neck that youâre not sure where they travel to because of the hoodie he has on.Â
You only remember through short conversation that they were firefighters, but other than that, they were very straightforward with what they wanted from you. And from the many men that have tried approaching you before, you could respect it. You respected it so much that you let them bring you to their shared apartment, their hands roaming your body the moment you were inside.Â
Your dress hiked up over your waist as the pink-headed manâ Sukunaâ has found comfort in your breasts, massaging and kneading the fat as the brunette in front of you plays with the hem of your panties, finding fun in teasing you as your head falls to the chest of the tattooed man behind you. Wedged between them, thereâs no room for escape as they pull out soft moans from you. Your braids tickle Sukunaâs skin as he watches you fall apart so easily. âWeâve got you this worked up and weâve barely done a thing to you. Itâs kinda pathetic⊠and cute.â
Just as he says this, Tojiâs fingers dip inside of your panties, running to run two fingers down your clit and in between your folds. It has your chest rising and falling in the anticipation of it all, so needy and desperate to be filled by these two large men. âYou should feel how wet she is. Itâs like she hasnât been fucked in forever.â
Itâs an epiphany upon both men, a deep hum reverberating off of Sukunaâs chest as one hand leaves from under your dress. Black painted fingernails that reach to grab your face harshly and forcing you to turn, your eyes meeting his daunting red ones. âYou poor thing,â he breathes. âYour pussy needs to be well taken care of then, huh?â
âYeah.â You canât help but nod. âYeah, it does.â
âItâs a good thing you got us, huh?â To which you nod again, whispering out a âyes.â
They lead you to the confined space of one of their bedrooms. You still have your back to Sukuna, sitting on his lap as he pulls the dress over your head. Breasts spilling out and leaving you nearly bare in front of them, the only thing left on you are your flimsy pair of panties with a hearty stain right in the center from your arousal. You can feel the hard erection of Sukuna right against your ass. Oh, how he feels so big and thick underneath you that it has your pussy clenching in a desire for somethingâ someoneâ to be inside of you.Â
Sukunaâs hand snakes in between your legs, the gloss of the black shining underneath the dim lighting as he shifts your panties to the side. Your folds glisten and shine, resembling the gloss of a porcelain doll. He spreads your lust over your clit as Toji begins to undo his pants, a sliver of his dark happy trail peaking out as his shirt rises. Heâs in a haste, dragging down his pants and underwear, revealing his lengthy cock. Dark and heavy shaft that weighs him down surely as it hits his inner thigh instead of standing up prominently. He surely rivals the few partners youâve had down the road. Itâs intimidating, but your cunt is a curious thing, not caring if itâs the same thing that killed the cat. From its nine lives, youâre sure you can be brought back to life over and over.
Tiny little fires ignited in the pit of your stomach, youâre sure that these men are the only ones able to extinguish them. Toji holds the hose, his length in hand as the tip drips in his precum, sauntering over to you with it in hand. Your head moves involuntarily, moving yourself to the edge of Sukunaâs lap.Â
âLook at her,â Sukuna moves a stray braid, pulling it back behind your air. âSo eagerâŠâ
Toji adores it, reaching to cup your face as you lean closer to him. His cock so dangerously close to your begging mouth that's lolled open and ready. His tip kisses your bottom lip, smearing his pre against it and making your lips shine in the coat of lust-born gloss. Sukunaâs fingers still dance around your clit, teasing at your entrance as he plays with your folds. You moan and mewl, keeping eye contact with Toji while you squirm in the other manâs lap in need.Â
âPleaseâŠâ It comes out in a soft breath, whiny as your voice jumps up a few pitches. With two fingers against your chin, Toji makes you meet his eyes.Â
âDonât worry, Iâll give ya what you need,â he says before making the head of his cock enter your mouth. It takes your breath away, making you literally speechless as youâre only left to moan and mewl. Your muffled voice goes ignored as a dragged out groan leaves the brunette's lips as he curses. âYeah, thatâs so much better.â
Shallow thrusts in your mouth, itâs a filthy sight to envision as youâre held tightly by Sukuna. Finally does he end his torture against your pussy, the two fingers that swirled around your fat clit now pushing inside of your needy hole. Subconsciously do you clench, making it hard for him to enter before heâs slapping at the sensitive nub, making a squeal spark from your lips as the vibrations run straight through Tojiâs cock.Â
âFuck,â he curses, pushing more of his length inside of your poor little mouth, forcing you to open wider to further accommodate him. Sukuna bites at the shell of your ear simultaneously, stretching out your cunt with two of his thick fingers. Your whines of pain are muffled by the cock in your mouth, your legs tensing around the hand in between them as your cheeks hollow around Toji. A deep inhale you take before you momentarily stop breathing altogether, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag.
The choked out cough is only music to their ears as Sukuna bucks his hips upwards in you, fucking your hole with his fingers and Toji stilling inside of you as you struggle to breathe. Tears prickle the corner of your eyes, face pushed into his happy trail. Tangled in this web that you willingly trapped yourself in, itâs starting to frighten you as you feel yourself drowning in the water of their hoses. You cry from the overwhelming sensation, how it feels so good to be used like this, the wet sounds of your pussy being fucked and abused by Sukunaâs fingers and the mess that Toji makes of your face, your makeup being smeared as tears run down and your lip gloss dissipating with each and every thrust of his cock inside you.Â
Itâs painful how Tojiâs hand pulls at your hair, holding it as leverage as he drills his length inside of your mouth. Your mouth being used as a fleshlight for him to obliterate, heâs a selfish man as he can only think of his release. And itâs the sheer amusement of you that spurs on Sukuna, how your pussy salivates around his fingers as they stretch out your tight hole. Your honeyed slick painting the two digits as you clench around him. You continue to rock your hips against him, having him hold restraint as it goes straight to his cock. His free hand wrapped around the expanse of your waist as he batters your cunt until youâre feeling that call deep within. Your eyes squinting shut as you mewl out pathetically before the two men as Sukuna alerts Toji, âSheâs gonna cum.â
âWell, she better hold it,â he says, speaking to you as if you werenât there. As if youâre not the girl with his cock in your mouth. However, you obey, trying to keep it together as Sukunaâs unrelenting, his drilling inside of your pussy only getting worse in an effort to make you fall apart all too soon. Your legs spasm as you canât hold it any longer, capturing Sukunaâs hand as you cream around his fingers. Fortunately, he doesnât pry your legs open, only chuckling deviously to himself when your lower body finally relaxes.Â
Toji chases his high inside of your mouth, leaving you to gag and choke around his length as he fucks it until he feels himself twitching. âMake sure to swallow all of me. Donât waste a single drop,â he says before grunting. He spills himself inside of you, forcing you to swallow as he cums deep. You squint your eyes shut as he pushes his hips deeper before finally retracting and his cock falling to his thigh. Your throatâs dry, the absence leaving you gasping for air as you whine out, head hitting Sukunaâs chest.Â
Youâre made a pretty mess on his lap, your orgasm staining his pants as his fingers finally exit your cunt. He brings the coated digits to his lips, sucking them clean as a deep hum vibrates off his chest. âThis starved pussy tastes so good. I think we might want to keep you after this.â
Sukuna pulls you both further on the bed, shedding his pants along the journey as you feel his length in between the crevice of your ass. Toji has your legs pressed against your chest, both holes out and vulnerable for their taking. You can feel Sukunaâs fingers inside your asshole, stretching you with the same two digits that were previously in your pussy while Tojiâs got his cock aligned at your entrance. Your heart pangs heavily against your chest, trying to make a get away, but you swallow the anticipation away as you peet at Toji above you. However, itâs Sukuna that you feel first, his girthy length piercing through you as if it was creating a new hole inside of you as you cry out in pain.
âBreathe,â Toji has to remind you, feeling how tense youâve become as Sukuna has stretched out your poor asshole. With all the prep heâs done, nothing could have prepared you for the real thing. Finally does your body relax when you feel Tojiâs length glide against your folds before his tip kisses at your entrance. Both sheathing themselves completely in you, this moment feels like the most gentle theyâve ever been in you, waiting for you to calm down before youâve given them the okay.Â
Youâre the sweetest and most salacious thing theyâve ever devoured, cocks plunging inside of your holes greedily as they both thrust inside of you. The heat of their bodies leave you so dizzy as you canât focus on a thing around you, and certainly not on a word either of them have said.Â
âTaking our cocks so greedily,â Toji pants into your ear. âYouâre a selfish little thing.â
âBut the best one weâve had yet,â Sukuna rebuttals, thinking of the countless times someoneâs had to back down in the past. They thought you were close to it, how in your eyes there were moments of second guessing and terror written all over you. But you pretty little thing, youâve braved it through, stuffed to the brink by two enormous men.Â
Tiny little fires inside of you that they only make bloom even further, creating a wildfire in their paths as they beat and batter both of your holes. They stretch your out deliciously, having you ignore the ache that you feel course through your body as you gnaw on your bottom lip. No amount of water would extinguish the desire thatâs now embedded deep within you, their seed spilling inside of you as you cream uncontrollably.Â
Bed sheets stained as the pungent smell of sex infiltrates the air as the room grows hot and stuffy, caught within the flames of shared lust. When theyâre done with you, cum drips from your cunt and gaping ass as you fall on your face. When you finally head back home, you find both of their numbers saved inside of your phone and a message from Toji:
Sukunaâs right. I wouldnât mind keeping you.Â
And you wouldnât mind being kept.
( author's note. ) here's my hand at trying to write more plotless porn. :p
#sukuna ryomen x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#sukuna ryomen smut#toji fushiguro smut#tojikuna x reader#tojikuna smut#toji x reader#toji smut#sukuna x reader#sukuna smut#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x you#jjk x you#toji fushiguro x you#sukuna ryomen x you#sukuna x you#toji x you#x reader#x black reader#( đ ) : standalone.#tw: (n)sfw
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Any of the boys you want do a challenge where (they aren't dating yet) but they are at a fair and they win a bear or a prize and s/o gives them a kiss on the cheek for how many they win and s/o says if they win 10 or more they will give them a kiss on the lips and spend a week together with just them (maybe show like if some did get the kiss and how they would react?) I thought this was cute lol
This has been sitting in my drafts for like a year so I just figured I would post the parts of it that were done.
Leave it to Crowley and Grim to get you into this situation. âEvery dorm has to have a booth at the fair, prefect! Maybe youâll even earn enough money to make some renovations to that shoddy old place!â
Crowley failed to take into consideration how making a carnival attraction costs money to be any good. Any cafe service would need more money and supplies than you could afford, a show would need more than two people, and a game would need prizes.
Grim is not one for bright ideas, but it would seem there was no other solution that wouldnât cost all your food money for the month. So this is what it came to.
âKnock down all the pins and win a kiss on the cheek from Ramshackleâs prefect! Hit all three targets and heâll give you a kiss on the lips!!!!â
It was probably in your top five most embarrassing moments of your life as your cat basically prostituted you at the top of his lungs. Surely no one would actually be enticed by a prize like that, right?
Trey
"You always manage to find a way to keep things interesting, don't you? For once I'm glad to be at a school mandated event."
Feels bad. Plays anyway.
No hard feelings, right?
He tells you that you have nothing to worry about, he's really a lousy shot anyway (as if he's not the best spelldrive player on Heartslabyul)
He easily knocks down the first two stacks, but misses the third
Maybe he missed, maybe he found it in his heart to show you mercy
He not-so-subtly implies that he's sure he could find a different way to win the "grand prize"
Despite his big talk, he still has a noticeable blush when you give him a kiss on the cheek
He would also keep an eye on your booth for the rest of the day to make sure not too many people are winning
For your sake, of course
Jade
âIt would seem youâve found yourself in quite the situation there, prefect. Please find it in your heart to forgive me if I take advantage.â
This is the funniest shit Jade has ever seen
How stupid do you honestly have to be to get yourself into this predicament?
Of course heâs playing the game. The scowl on your face when he trades in his tickets to Grim for three baseballs fills him with unbridled delight
His aim is a little wonky and you sigh in relief when his first three balls miss the target
He feigns disappointment before handing over another few tickets to the cat and grabbing the balls again
Of course he was hustling you. He let you think that even for a second you would be safe from this menace. For shame
Each ball is thrown with such force that pins from the first stack fly into the other stacks, easily ensuring that Jade clears the game with ease
He calls it beginners luck. Asshole.
Has the biggest shit eating grin on his face as he leans down to your face to claim his prize
Rook
"Mon amour, what a dastardly situation you've been resigned to! Not to worry sweet dame, I shall save you from the beasts at your heels!"
You knew you were in trouble the minute Rookâs gaze happened to fall on your stall
His eyes narrow and he smirks as he makes his way over to the stall
He's visibly holding back his excitement as he trades his tickets in to Grim
His idea of "saving you" is to hog the game- and the prize- for himself
He hits every stack with effortless accuracy, game after game
The second all three stacks have been knocked down, he prances over to you and leans down for his kiss. You can practically see the flower emojis radiating off his satisfied smile
This will continue until Grim gets fed up with him scaring away customers, or Vil comes to drag him away
You got so used to kissing him that you almost do it again the next time he leans down to talk to you
#x reader#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland headcannons#twisted wonderland x reader#trey clover x yuu#trey clover x reader#trey clover#trey x reader#jade leech x reader#jade leech#jade x reader#Jade leech x yuu#rook hunt x reader#rook hunt#rook x reader#rook hunt x yuu
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shifter au makes me so happy and giddy what makes me even happier and giddier is poly!141 with small, nerdy cyber security/hacker partner who has the biggest, scariest shifter form and they dont know until their threatened. Like they're all injured and weak and their other s/o just lets out the most pained, animalistic scream as they finally release their shifter form (for the first time since meeting the guys) and tears the attackers apart. When they all turn back, the boys are all a little shocked and also a little turned on
Throwing silent hill and pyramid head into this bc imagine ur cute hacker turning into a massive, scary, flat out unbeatable manifestation of guilt and is just basically rawdogging through enemy lines with a freaky ass cleaver?
Hot as fuck. They can see your chest/tits, too, strong muscles rippling as they basically skin one of the enemies. What more could they possibly want?
On a more serious note, I can imagine reader having always harbored fears and worries about their shifter form being far, far too scary and big to be accepted even by the 141 men. So you had hidden that tidbit and only John and Laswell knew about it, and only Laswell had ever actually seen that form of yours. Sure each of them is a shifter as well, but⊠itâs not the same.
But in situations like this, them injured and weak and with enemies closing in quickly, it doesnât take much thought before you let all human pretenses fall away and show this terrible, monstrous side of you, accepting that they will no doubt look at you with disgust for the abomination that youâve always been.
Until you shift back, and despite all his injuries, Soap pounces on you, panting and tail wagging furiously. Heâs flushed, and you can immediately feel his hard-on on your ass.
âThat was the hottest thing Ahâve ever seen.â
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âOf course,â he whispered back, pressing a kiss to your thigh and lifting his head with a smile. The darkness had left his eyes. How long until it returned? âThank you for calming me down.â âOf course,â you echoed because what else could you do?
Truly đ„Č
His brows pinched a little as his hands gently framed your cheeks. âKotyonok, why do you sound so upset?â He asked, his thumbs moving in a soothing motion as you took a deep breath. âWait, are you scared that Iâd be mad at you?â âI⊠I donât know,â you said. You didnât necessarily think heâd be upset with you, but after his mood swings at lunch and everything else so far you weren't sure what to expect. âI just don't know.â
He is so erratic, it's hard to tell anything at all đ„Ž
âI appreciate you telling me, but you have nothing to worry about. Just have a good rest of the day.â With a kiss to the corner of your mouth, he whispered, âIâll be thinking of you until I see you again.â
I'm sure he is đ„Č
She clapped her hands. âOh, thatâs wonderful! And donât you dare be modest. Let him spoil you.â âI have a feeling heâll spoil me even if I don't ask him to,â you said. Your whole experience with Bucky was whether you wanted it or not, so why would he stop now?
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He held your arm when you tried to get out. âYou express yourself through Acts of Service with loving gestures and helping with tasks, but what you crave is Quality Time because you value meaningful interactions and connecting with people on a more personal level.â You nodded slowly. It was why you loved hanging out with your girlfriends. You cherished making memories with them.
Which is very natural and reasonable, if you choose these times yourself đ
âRight. Not for our first time.â He tipped his head back as he took a breath, no doubt trying to control himself. âJust one more kiss, Kotyonok. One more for me to dream about tonight,â he groaned, bringing his face back to yours for one more kiss with fervor. Just when you thought it would turn more ravenous, he shifted to something soft, tender. A feeling that had both of you shaking when it ended, but likely for different reasons.
Very different reasons đ„Ž
âIt doesn't matter, but if you really want to see and hear me, please, pay attention,â you said, yanking your arm away. âI want to go home.â âWhy? Is it because that kiss meant something to you and you don't want to admit it?â He asked, a soft smile tugging at his lips. âIf you're embarrassed that it made you wet, don't be. I'm flattered. Besides, it got me hard.â
Geez Barnes just listen to her đ€Šđ»ââïž
Heat filled your cheeks and you wanted to smack him. There was a fine line between the delusion he had in his head and the reality of the situation. The tightrope you were walking was close to snapping. âIâm not embarrassed. I can't breathe.â You stepped back, trying to give yourself space. Was Ray watching from the car? âEverything in my life recently has revolved around you or you being there. Say what you want about me being lonely, it doesn't give you an excuse to take over.â
I beg you, please smack some sense into him!
Buckyâs smile slipped, like he was really seeing how bothered you were. âI told you I just want to love you. And you enjoy Quality Time.â âQuality Time when we agree upon it. And love itself should be the thing to take my breath away, not you smothering me,â you gently stated.
This!!!
âIâm not trying to smother you.â He shifted like he was the one uncomfortable, his gaze flicking to the ground. âI⊠I know you can't breathe,â he said, lifting a hand as if to reach out before he dropped it and took a deep breath. âThatâs why I'm leaving you alone tomorrow,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper. âYou're what?â You asked in disbelief, catching the hint of vulnerability in his eyes as his shoulders dropped. He hadn't left you alone since he broke in. Why in the world would he stop now? âI was going to bring it up when I dropped you off.â His hand worked its way through his hair. âIâve been thinking about it and talking and⊠Iâm smothering you. I know I am. Rearranging your schedule, making you meet my friends, and everything else. SoâŠâ He reached for you this time and took your hand. âIâm giving you a breather and Iâm not going to be around tomorrow. No surprise visits. No calls. Maybe a text, but nothing more.â
Good god it's so up and down with him, im gonna get whiplash đ„Ž
You blinked. âSo, we won't see each other tomorrow?â You tried not to get too excited. It was only a day, but between that and the girls day that was still something. You had to go the cautiously optimistic route again and take what you got.
She's better than me, I would have done a happy dance or something lol
âThatâs my girl.â He turned and paused at the door with a smile. âCan I at least help you try on the dress? Or you can model it for me and I'll tell you how beautiful you are.â You smiled back a little. âDon't push your luck,â
For real đ
Hold You Tight: Part 12
Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.
Part 11 | Series Masterlist | Part 13
Chapter Word Count: Over 4.7k
Chapter Summary: Bucky gets under your skin when he takes you shopping.
Chapter Warnings: DARK AU, dirty talk, mild dubcon (kissing, touching), tension, unease, possessiveness, inner turmoil, gaslighting, manipulation, slight feels, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.
A/N: More Hold You Tight and hope you enjoy! Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo . â€ïž Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You werenât sure how much time passed with Buckyâs head resting in your lap, your fingers absentmindedly moving through his hair. While his body relaxed, you remained rigid. You tried to think of positive things. Your upcoming trip to the winery, Addisonâs wedding. The images in your mind darkened though as if a cloud loomed over them. In a way, it did because you didnât know what Bucky had planned for those events. Because even if Bucky really let you go to the winery alone, someone would be watching.
You forced the cloud in your mind to lift. Things could still be positive. You could still have a good day and have the best time with your friends.
âIâm sorry, but I have to get back to work,â you whispered.
âOf course,â he whispered back, pressing a kiss to your thigh and lifting his head with a smile. The darkness had left his eyes. How long until it returned? âThank you for calming me down.â
âOf course,â you echoed because what else could you do?
Brushing his pants off once he got to his feet, he helped you up and didnât let go of your hand. You didnât attempt to pull away. He made sure to grab the money you left on the table before he paid the server and you tried to give the poor guy a smile when you thanked him. You just wanted to get on with your day.
As Bucky led you out of the cafe and back to the shop, you caught Rayâs gaze as he stood by the car and waited for his boss. Whatever concern he showed for you faded when he blinked. How did he deal with this life? Would he ever walk away from it?
âIâll pick you up after work then?â Bucky asked.
âSure,â you said. You didnât tell him when your shift ended, but he knew, didnât he? âThanks for lunch.â
âIt was my pleasure, but one more thing.â Bucky stopped you before you could enter the shop. âThis regular customer you mentioned earlier. How often does he stop in?â
He asked as if he had no idea and maybe he didnât in this case. That assumption didnât ease your worries. âOnce a month,â you said, your stomach turning slightly. âListen, the roses he tried to give to me, I gave them to him first. They were his usual order and I thought it would be nice gesture and I was just-â
His brows pinched a little as his hands gently framed your cheeks. âKotyonok, why do you sound so upset?â He asked, his thumbs moving in a soothing motion as you took a deep breath. âWait, are you scared that Iâd be mad at you?â
âI⊠I donât know,â you said. You didnât necessarily think heâd be upset with you, but after his mood swings at lunch and everything else so far you weren't sure what to expect. âI just don't know.â
âNo, no, no, Iâm not mad at you. Why would I be mad that you were kind to another person? Thatâs one of the things I love about you. It drew me to you,â he assured you. You oddly felt better by his assurance. âI donât want you to stop doing kind things for others because youâre worried it might upset me.â
âSo, it doesnât upset you?â
âYou being you would never upset me,â he smiled. He had said more than once that he loved you as a person, so maybe he was telling the truth. âA man trying to give flowers to you while going through a break-up is, at the very least, a little strange.â
âYeah, I guess so,â you said, not wanting to admit that he had a point and that you were slightly put off when Clark tried to give the roses to you.
âIâm also well aware that you donât hit on any guy who comes into your shop, so I wouldnât view any act of kindness to a customer as trying to get their attention.â
âThatâs true,â you agreed. Even Ray had pointed out to you that you didnât give guys in the shop the time of day. Why would you when most of them were buying flowers for someone else? âBut I just wanted you to know.â
âI appreciate you telling me, but you have nothing to worry about. Just have a good rest of the day.â With a kiss to the corner of your mouth, he whispered, âIâll be thinking of you until I see you again.â
You werenât sure why your heart fluttered. Relief that Bucky reacted calmly to what you said? You didnât dwell on it as he held the door open and smiled after you as you went back into the shop. It was time to concentrate on work again.
Mrs. Crandle smiled and waved to Bucky through the door. âOh, he is a looker,â she winked. âHow was lunch, dear?â
âThe food was good and Bucky and I got to talk a bit, which was⊠nice,â you answered, glancing around the shop and wondering if the place was bugged, too. Could he get access to the shop? Letting you continue to work seemed too good to be true, but heâd have nothing to worry about if he had eyes and ears there, too. âHeâs taking me shopping tonight.â
She clapped her hands. âOh, thatâs wonderful! And donât you dare be modest. Let him spoil you.â
âI have a feeling heâll spoil me even if I don't ask him to,â you said.
Your whole experience with Bucky was whether you wanted it or not, so why would he stop now?
As expected, Bucky arrived back at the shop a few hours later to pick you up. Instead of giving him the chance to go inside and speak to Mrs. Crandle again, you grabbed your bag and rushed out the door to greet him. He caught you easily when you nearly collided with him, and for the first time, you felt like you were intruding in his space instead of the other way around.
âEager to see me?â He smiled, his voice teasing as he kept a hand on your shoulder and helped you into the vehicle when you didnât immediately answer. âHow was the rest of your shift? I hope no one else bothered you.â
Just you.
âIt was uneventful. I got a lot done,â you replied, feeling a warmth spread through you from the normalcy of your afternoon. âAnd no one bothered me.â Your gaze flickered to him and he was hanging onto your every word. He also looked much more relaxed, like the moodiness at lunch never happened. âHow about you? How was your day?â
âAlso uneventful. A couple of boring calls. Kept thinking about you though and it got me through the day,â he said, slipping an arm around you as the car door closed. The way you two were speaking to each other sounded almost normal. Checking in on each other, seeing how the other was doing. âSteve asked about that double date.â
âIâm sure heâs excited for that,â you said, wondering if that poor coat check girl had any idea.
âWe both are. You can find a dress for that, too,â he smiled fondly. âIn fact, what would you think of me getting you a new wardrobe when you move in? Your style, your choice on everything. You name it.â
You raised an eyebrow, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty washing over you. âIs there something wrong with my current wardrobe?â You hadnât done anything to deserve a whole new set of clothes and you hoped he wasnât suggesting it to mold you more to his liking.
âNothing wrong with it at all. You have great taste and I just want to spoil you,â he said, running a finger down your side. This was the man who let you go into his exclusive club wearing a dressed down outfit simply because it was you, so heâd probably let you get away with any sort of wardrobe you wanted. âDo you know how ravishing you look right now?â
âIâm not ravishing. Iâm in my work clothes,â you muttered.
âYou are ravishing,â he said, moving his finger back up as you shivered. âWe should get some stargazer lilies for your first night in our home. I could strip you down, lay you out on our bed, and brush one of the petals along your skin.â
You inhaled sharply and closed your eyes, trying not to picture him spreading you out on a luxurious bed. He would say something like that when he was right in your space and you had nowhere to go. The man went from zero to sixty in seconds. No doubt he could feel you tremble and knew your heart was racing.
âBet itâll feel soft against your nipples,â he whispered, exhaling against your ear. âAnd your pussy.â
Your next breath was shallow, but you managed not to whimper. âWhere are we going shopping?â You asked evenly, hoping to get to the destination sooner rather than later.
You stubbornly kept your eyes shut when he chuckled. âYouâre changing the topic because youâre thinking about it, arenât you? Worried youâll get your panties soaked before we get to the shop?â He questioned, your heart thudding. You didnât want to think about it at all. You wanted out of the car so you could properly breathe again. âIâm sorry. Iâm not playing nice, am I? Weâre going to one of your favorite stores and you can pick out whatever you want.â
Youâd no doubt look at the price tags out of habit since you shopped on a budget and bought your nicer pieces on sale. âDo you ever really play nice?â You asked, opening your eyes. âOne moment youâre being vulnerable and talking about your family and the next time I see you youâre talking about sleeping with me. Iâm shocked the whiplash hasnât scrambled my brain.â
The image of him destroying the utensil at lunch like it was nothing flashed in your mind for some reason. And him and his gang beating up John. Just how strong was he? Was he a killer?
âSometimes weâll talk about something tough or serious and the next it may be something more fun or intimate. Thatâs part of being in a relationship,â he said. If only it were an authentic relationship. âI want that with you, telling you whatâs on my mind and how I feel.â
If he cared about what was on your mind or how you felt, heâd back off and let you have a bit of space. âRelationships are built on mutual respect and trust,â you said. Did he not see that the mutual respect wasn't there since he pushed for things to be his way? And trust was something he couldn't force no matter how powerful he was.
âI understand that. You also said a first date was getting to know each other and seeing if there's a mutual connection. I'm opening up to you, letting you get to know me. Iâm getting to know you, too, beyond the things I knew in advance,â he said. What was he learning about you that he didnât already know? âAnd you can't tell me you don't feel something for me.â
âDo you want me to tell you what you want to hear, Bucky? That I want you and want to be with you?â You asked. Even if you did develop feelings for him, it would have to be classified as some form of stockholm syndrome. And even then, strong feelings wouldnât be enough. He wanted everything from you. âThat I donât want anyone else?â
The hand along your side crept up to your neck, tension heightening when he gently squeezed. He loved putting his hand around your throat. âYou do want me, you do want to be with me, youâll never want anyone else once I have you and I know you love how much I want you,â he spoke with confidence, like he could make the words come true as you took your next breath. âShould I check your panties before we go inside and feel how wet they are?â
You needed to distract him. Fight him. Do something. âWhatâs your love language?â You blurted out. âPhysical Touch?â
âWhat?â He whispered, your heart still pounding when he slowly moved his hand away from your throat.
âYour love language. You constantly touch me when Iâm close to you, so I guessed Physical Touch,â you explained. He always had a hand on you.
He sat back with a pensive look. âNo one has ever asked me that.â
âOh,â you said as the car rolled to a stop. You blindly reached for the door handle. âWell, itâs something to think about if you donât know.â
He held your arm when you tried to get out. âYou express yourself through Acts of Service with loving gestures and helping with tasks, but what you crave is Quality Time because you value meaningful interactions and connecting with people on a more personal level.â
You nodded slowly. It was why you loved hanging out with your girlfriends. You cherished making memories with them.
âYou also appreciate Words of Affirmation, even if compliments make you feel uncertain because you sometimes feel overlooked. The combination of those languages makes you feel seen and heard,â he continued, giving you a tender smile. âI can hear and see you if you let me.â
You found yourself unable to speak as he gauged your reaction, your throat tight as if gripped by an unseen force. He nailed it right on the head about your love languages, didn't he? âI need air,â you whispered, letting yourself out of the car once he let you go.
The tightness in your throat moved to your heart. Bucky saw and heard you in his own way, didn't he? Not just as a passing thought but because he genuinely believed he loved you, deeply and wholeheartedly. The more he sank his fangs in, the more venom he injected. You had to be your own antidote.
With a shake of your head, you glanced up at the shop. True to his word, it was one you loved. Another piece of yourself that would now be tied to him.
You jumped when Bucky appeared beside you and took your arm. âYou okay?â He asked, studying your face with gentle eyes.
âJust fine,â you replied, smiling for his sake. âLet's go shopping.â
You walked into the boutique together, the air filled with a subtle mix of lavender and something sweet that made you feel right at home. The space was a blend of trendy and rustic, exuding charm and intimacy. Clothes lined the wooden shelves and vintage racks, showcasing a variety of styles that ranged from casual to bold. Delicate accessories sparkled in the soft light, inviting you to explore.
You could easily find the perfect dress for the winery here.
âHello! Welcome to⊠Oh! Mr. Barnes,â the associate smiled, her heels clicking on the floor. She was a picture perfect example of style and beauty. âI have the back dressing room set up and Iâll be sure no one disturbs you or your girlfriend. It was sundresses you requested, correct?â
Bucky looked proud of himself. âYes, the perfect sundress for my girl,â he smiled, his blue eyes sparkling as he looked at you. âAnd whatever dress you choose, youâll need jewelry. Oh, and a clutch.â
âGirlfriend?â You asked. He must not have wanted a repeat of how the hostess treated the two of you at lunch. âWait, you already have dresses selected for me to try on?â
âHe called and gave us all the details. And weâll make sure you have everything you need,â the associate promised as Bucky nudged you ahead of him to follow her. Was anyone else in the shop? âWould either of you like a water?â
âNo thank you,â you said. You were never offered a water when you shopped there before, but you were never there with Bucky Barnes.
âJust let me know if you need anything at all,â she smiled, opening the dressing room door.
Bucky thanked her as he took a seat in one of the chairs across from the door, watching you expectantly. âIf you don't like any of them, we can go somewhere else.â
âIâm sure they're fine,â you said, going into the room and shutting the door before he could say anything else.
Quickly slipping off your shoes, pants, and top, you turned your attention to a small rack with a range of sundresses. Checking each tag as you pushed through them, none of them on sale, it wasn't a surprise that they were all your size. And all something you'd consider wearing. After flipping through the dresses twice, you decided to try on a sleeveless white dress with small rosebuds. It would be nice for a vineyard.
Before you could put the dress on, the door opened. âNeed any help?â Bucky asked as you spun around in your bra and underwear, his eyes slowly scanning your body before you had a chance to cover yourself.
âNo. IâŠâ you trailed off as he stepped inside and shut the door behind him.
He stared at you for what felt like an eternity before he breathed your name, want written all over his face. The dressing room felt small. Hot. You could hardly breathe as panic threatened to overwhelm you. And you couldn't do anything but step back as he stepped closer, a predator ready to capture his prey.
Your back hit the mirror when he brought a hand to your chin, your knees shaking as he leaned in. âYouâre right about one thing,â he said in a husky tone. âI do crave Physical Touch. Yours.â
He pressed his lips to yours, keeping you still and giving you no chance to turn your head away. It was a light, feathering sort of kiss before his tongue flicked out to trace your lips. He teased you until you opened up for him and allowed his tongue to sweep into your mouth. You couldn't think as he groaned and continued his claim. It was only a matter of time until he claimed you completely.
Bucky pulled away a little, his free hand moving down your torso in a possessive path. âFuck, you taste so sweet,â he rasped. You felt so small, your insides both frozen and melting from his touch. âJust wanna take you home and make you ride my face before I fuck you.â
You gasped when his knee moved between your legs, your hands flying up to hold his arms. He rocked his leg and you felt power in the motion, a promise of what was to come once he had you where he wanted you. âBucky,â you whispered. The next word out of your mouth was smothered by his lips, but he didn't increase the urgency in his kisses. He took his time. Like the world could be burning around you and heâd let the flames take over as long as he was kissing you.
You bit back a whimper when he rocked his knee harder, the friction sending heat to your core. Another roll of his body and you were certain you felt the outline of his cock. Bringing a hand to his chest, you lightly pushed. It was already going too far. To your surprise, he broke the kiss. His eyes were still hungry though. âYou said you want to hear me?â You asked breathlessly, your lip trembling when his thumb brushed it. âThen not here, please,â you whispered, praying he'd stop.
If he was going to have you, it wouldn't be in a dressing room.
âRight. Not for our first time.â He tipped his head back as he took a breath, no doubt trying to control himself. âJust one more kiss, Kotyonok. One more for me to dream about tonight,â he groaned, bringing his face back to yours for one more kiss with fervor. Just when you thought it would turn more ravenous, he shifted to something soft, tender. A feeling that had both of you shaking when it ended, but likely for different reasons.
You stayed upright when he stepped back and gave you space, but your legs still shook as he straightened up his clothes and looked you over once more. If he could devour you with a look... âThank you.â He actually listened to you and didn't push it any further.
He glanced down as he adjusted his pants and you tried to avoid looking at the tent he began to sport. Horror filled you when your gaze went lower to the wet spot by his knee. He hadn't gotten you off, but you both knew he sparked some arousal within you. âCanât wait âtil you really make a mess on my pants,â he smirked, walking out just as quietly as he entered the tiny room.
Fighting back tears once he shut the door, you touched your lips. Bucky finally kissed you. Your mouth still tingled. You still felt him there.
Glancing at the rack of dresses, you wished he really was a sweet boyfriend trying to spoil you just because he could. But he hadn't given you a chance to pick them out yourself. He spoke for you, like you were a doll. It was just another piece he put in place for his twisted puzzle of your relationship.
What was wrong with you?
You pulled your clothes back on and flung the door open so hard it almost hit the wall. Buckyâs smug look immediately changed to concern when you walked out holding a sundress. âThis one's fine,â you said in a flat tone.
âAre you sure?â He asked, sitting up more in his chair. âYou didn't try it on, did you?â
âItâs the one I want,â you said, calling for the associate before Bucky had a chance to argue. You gave her a stiff smile when she joined you and handed over the garment, feeling Buckyâs eyes on you. âWhatever jewelry and handbag you think will go with this, Iâll take it. I trust your judgment.â
âOh, this dress is lovely and we have the perfect accessories for this. Would you like to look at shoes as well? Or maybe something to go with any of the other dresses?â She asked, her eyes wide as you brushed past her. âMiss?â
âIâm sorry. I need to step outside,â you said, not wanting to be rude to her.
Bucky called after you, but you ignored him. You were furious with yourself. You let him kiss you and allowed some of his words to get under your skin. He didn't fuck you, but he still won, didn't he? And you were letting him. Just like with everything else.
You took two steps out of the shop before you felt a grip on your arm. âWoah. Slow down,â Bucky said, turning you to face him. âWhatâs wrong?â
Everything.
âIt doesn't matter, but if you really want to see and hear me, please, pay attention,â you said, yanking your arm away. âI want to go home.â
âWhy? Is it because that kiss meant something to you and you don't want to admit it?â He asked, a soft smile tugging at his lips. âIf you're embarrassed that it made you wet, don't be. I'm flattered. Besides, it got me hard.â
Heat filled your cheeks and you wanted to smack him. There was a fine line between the delusion he had in his head and the reality of the situation. The tightrope you were walking was close to snapping. âIâm not embarrassed. I can't breathe.â You stepped back, trying to give yourself space. Was Ray watching from the car? âEverything in my life recently has revolved around you or you being there. Say what you want about me being lonely, it doesn't give you an excuse to take over.â
Buckyâs smile slipped, like he was really seeing how bothered you were. âI told you I just want to love you. And you enjoy Quality Time.â
âQuality Time when we agree upon it. And love itself should be the thing to take my breath away, not you smothering me,â you gently stated.
âIâm not trying to smother you.â He shifted like he was the one uncomfortable, his gaze flicking to the ground. âI⊠I know you can't breathe,â he said, lifting a hand as if to reach out before he dropped it and took a deep breath. âThatâs why I'm leaving you alone tomorrow,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
âYou're what?â You asked in disbelief, catching the hint of vulnerability in his eyes as his shoulders dropped. He hadn't left you alone since he broke in. Why in the world would he stop now?
âI was going to bring it up when I dropped you off.â His hand worked its way through his hair. âIâve been thinking about it and talking and⊠Iâm smothering you. I know I am. Rearranging your schedule, making you meet my friends, and everything else. SoâŠâ He reached for you this time and took your hand. âIâm giving you a breather and Iâm not going to be around tomorrow. No surprise visits. No calls. Maybe a text, but nothing more.â
You blinked. âSo, we won't see each other tomorrow?â You tried not to get too excited. It was only a day, but between that and the girls day that was still something. You had to go the cautiously optimistic route again and take what you got.
But you also couldn't help but wonder why he was really giving you that space. Did Ray or someone say something to him? Was this another ploy to keep you in line?
âYou won't see me. God knows Iâll miss you, but it's just a day, right?â He squeezed your hand. âMaybe youâll miss me, too.â
âI appreciate you giving me that space,â you said sincerely. He needed that space, too, even if he didn't believe it. âAnd maybe I will.â
âWe won't have to miss each other much longer once we're together in the penthouse,â he said, his tone soft and your heart sinking. âWill you answer one thing: Did that kiss mean something to you?â
You didn't want to answer that. If you denied it, it would be a lie or heâd either see through it or snap. If you confirmed it, it would feed him more hope. You still had to examine your feelings because you were afraid and you couldn't think with him staring at you with those longing eyes.
âIt meant something,â you answered, not expanding on what exactly it meant when he exhaled. It wasn't smart to let him decipher it how he wished because he could use it against you later.
He took your breath away once more when he pulled you close and brushed his lips against yours. Just as quickly as he started, he stopped and brushed his nose against yours. Any passerby would think it was a sweet moment between a couple making up from an argument. âThank you,â he whispered, his thumb moving along the racing pulse in your wrist. âCome back inside, please? Pick out a few things for real and then Iâll take you home so you can relax.â
You remembered that the bugs were still in your apartment, which took some more of your enthusiasm away. But if Bucky was really going to leave you alone tomorrow, youâd have to appreciate the time to yourself. Maybe you could pack a bag and get out of the city even sooner than planned.
It wouldn't hurt to try, right? What was the worst that could happen? Making him freak out over your safety? That could be bad.
âOkay. A few things for real and then home,â you agreed.
âThatâs my girl.â He turned and paused at the door with a smile. âCan I at least help you try on the dress? Or you can model it for me and I'll tell you how beautiful you are.â
You smiled back a little. âDon't push your luck,â you said, missing the pair of blue eyes that watched you and Bucky go back into the shop.
So, a little bit of action. đ Will it be enough to tide Bucky over? Is he really going to leave you alone for a day? Who was watching you? Love and thanks for reading! â€ïž
Masterlist â Bucky Barnes Masterlist â Ko-Fi
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Imagine that youâre pissed at Sukuna for something. (Or everything cuz itâs Sukuna)
And so you initiate the old cold shoulder whenever he wants something from you, and or expects you to just forgive and forget, because he doesnât believe that youâre genuinely that upset over something minuscule.
So whenever he speaks, you instead choose to speak to the mouth on his stomach instead as though it was the one talking to you, not Sukuna himself.
âAre you going to stop this pathetic game worm?â Sukuna asks.
âDid you hear that? Itâs the wind again and Iâm pretty sure I didnât open any windows.â You replied, only ever making eye contact with the stomach that only made a of agreement. The fucking thing was agreeing with you! Siding against the king himself! Sukuna has every right to revoke its sentience at this point as he huffs, crossing all four of his arms over his chest.
âItâs not the wind twerp. it is I, Sukuna, the man you should be responding to instead of making idle conversation with my fucking stomach.â He growled in annoyance.
You shrugged, once again discarding him like he often did with your emotions and worries that he considered âpatheticâ on countless occasions. âThe winds getting quite bitter donât you think, maybe it should stop now while itâs ahead before things get worse.â You said to the mouth on his stomach that youâve decided to call tum-tum.
Tum-tum only made another noise of agreement but this was a little more hesitant, after all it could feel Sukunaâs restlessness and annoyance with your game of ignoring him.
You smiled. âExactly! You so get me. I wish there were more of those out there like you.â Tim-tum purred like a content kitten at your appraisal. Meanwhile Sukuna had veins popping from his head at your direct insubordination towards his words, did what he say really affect that badly? If so that only made him feel even more in the right about your current situation if you were that petty to talk to his stomach rather than him directly.
He wasnât going to apologise then and he wasnât going to apologise now either, and you knew this and Sukuna knew that youâd gladly ignore him for the rest of the day if thatâs what it took. You were stubborn as a mule and wouldnât budge from any threat he made, and so heâd only huff and puff obnoxiously loud like a child, all the while you conversed with Tum-Tum who only responded in a series of grunts, purrs and smiles and or frowns.
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Aventurine, the type of man who...
Who simply adores lazy home gatherings near the fireplace with a bottle of expensive wine. He runs his warm palms under your shirt, caressing your back and waist while you feed him grapes and cheese. He likes such a cozy atmosphere more than any expensive and "tasteless" restaurants.
Who, in addition to gambling, teaches you to play billiards, pressing you with his whole body to the billiard board. His hand guides your hand so that now you hold the cue (a tool for playing billiards) in the right position, while the other hand slides along your shoulder and then to your hip, quietly saying "calm down" to you, knowing full well that this makes you even more nervous.
Who adores helping you with some insignificant little things, like helping you button up your dress, or helping you button up another expensive necklace. He knows that you can do it yourself, but he can't miss the chance to gently kiss you on your bare back or shoulder!
Who will never make you work or worry about your financial situation. He won't let you pay for yourself when you're on a date. I just know that all his PIN codes from cards are your date of birth.
Who loves it when you spend his money on some beautiful clothes, every time he sees in his bank's app how money is withdrawn from his card, he goes home after work with the anticipation of the fact that now he will get to the best fashion show.
Who doesn't want you to clean and do all the housework, but wants you to cook for him. Of course, he will never make you do this if you donât want to, but food made by a loved one makes him feel like he is at home, and not just in his place of residence. He will never allow himself to say that your cooking is not good enough, he will eat every last crumb, no matter if your food is a little oversalted or burnt.
Who keeps your photo in his wallet, just as motivation to survive another hard day at work and finally come home to you.
Who loves massages. It doesn't matter to him whether he massages you or you him, the process itself seems so intimate and it truly makes him melt. This manifestation of love is one of the most innocent and pleasant for him.
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UNSCRIPTED â toji fushiguro x female reader [chapter 3/5]
summary: youâre a faceless author of scandalous smut â great at writing steamy scenes but totally clueless about real-life romance (and with no one to match your freak). enter toji fushiguro, a hot stranger you (accidentally) throw up on during a drunken night out. surprise! heâs also the future voice actor for your smutty novelâs main character. can you survive the awkwardness of your disastrous meet-cute while keeping your identity (and dignity) a secret? welcome to the chaos of your own erotic fantasy romcom!
content warning & tags:Â (erotic) voice artist! toji, (smut) writer! reader, smutty content!! [in this chapter: oral (f. & m. recieving), whole lot of teasing, dirty talk ohohoho, praise too, very crack/fluffy/soft, first time], sort of workplace romance, secret/anon identity, slight social media au, meet-cute, virgin!reader, single dad dilf! toji, kid! megumi, strangers to lovers (?), she fell first but he fell harder, mentions of other characters (satoru gojo, suguru geto, megumi fushiguro, shoko eiri, brief mentions of ryomen sukuna)
notes: we're on the last couple of chapters aaaa!!!!! this has been such a ball to write, thank you all to everyone who has been patient with me and my work <3 if you're wondering why my ao3 "has more chapters," that's because i split the story's chapters on the basis of setting, if that makes sense? but the content posted here & there stays the same! hope this makes sense, or you can just hop on my ao3 and read it there if you're confused.Â
read on ao3! â series masterlist
†related au: persephone [business tycoon! sukuna x reader]
you watched suguru disappear through airport security, a soft sigh escaping your lips.Â
heâll be okay, right?Â
you kept telling yourself he would be, that he was suguru, and if anyone could handle this gracefully, it was him. his quiet resolve when accepting the wedding invite was proof enough⊠but there was still that little worry.
then, of course, there was your own life to consider.Â
you had a lot on your plate, and maybe that was why you didnât have as much time to let your mind dwell on suguruâs situation. because just as suguru was closing one chapter, a whole new world of chaos was opening up for you.
the explosion of âmating with the dragon kingâ on social media had brought nothing short of madness for the team at gojo-sonic. tojiâs voice acting was all over the place, going viral within days, with fans clamoring for more and turning audio snippets into memes, thirst tweets, fan edits â the whole nine yards.Â
toji had gone from your secret boyfriend/situationship/âis this a real thing?â guy to a sought-after voice icon practically overnight.
and that, in turn, meant everyone at gojo-sonic was running overtime. gojo and shoko were handling the bulk of the social media cross-posting, with gojo obsessively upgrading gear and insisting on âmaximum quality,â dragging shoko into his whirlwind plans. there were sound tests, new mic placements, adjustments to soundproofing in the studio, and â thanks to a trend gojo had seen online â experiments with âimmersive audio.â
then there was the fan engagement: gojo insisted on answering every single question in the comment section, which kept shoko up at night to keep up with the influx. she even started experimenting with a few out-of-the-box ideas herself, like limited-time merch drops (her idea, of course) that ranged from mugs and t-shirts to an official âmating with the dragon kingâ plush.
but your role was far from a background one.Â
no, you had a looming deadline for the sequel of âmating with the dragon kingâ â one that fans were now waiting on with an impatience that bordered on feverish. because once the sequel was out?Â
toji would inevitably be back in the booth, bringing it to life with that deep, rumbly voice that had captured everyoneâs attention.
oh, god, you thought, a sudden wave of panic hitting you. you had imagined the sequel, sure.Â
but had you imagined it being this big? and this soon?
you could already picture toji smirking as he teased you with lines from the new book. the idea of him bringing your words to life again was thrilling â and terrifying, all at once.Â
what if i canât finish it in time? what if itâs not good enough? what if fans hate the new direction?
and still, you had to admit⊠something about the insanity of it all was exhilarating.
it was one of those late, cozy nights where the three of you â megumi, toji, and you â were all huddled in your apartment, which was sparklingly tidy since tojiâs last visit, thank you very much. no empty cans of mountain dew rolling under the table, no fast food bags piling up in the corner. you even caught him glancing around with this pout, practically bemoaning the absence of lingerie on your lampshade.
âdramatic ass,â you muttered, rolling your eyes as he stretched out on the couch, shaking his head as if youâd betrayed him by cleaning up.
âyou know, i miss the⊠ambiance of the place,â toji teased, one eyebrow cocked as he stretched his arms over the back of your couch. ânothing quite says âwriterâs denâ like takeout and underwear draped everywhere.â
you snorted, turning back to your laptop. âsorry i deprived you of such art. maybe i should throw my socks around the place just for you.â
âwouldnât be the same,â he sighed, leaning back and watching you type away.
and then â surprisingly â toji started⊠actually giving you advice. as you typed out the next few scenes of your book, he leaned in, reading over your shoulder with a squint that softened into genuine interest.
âyou know,â he started, âif youâre gonna have the dragon king confront the knight here, shouldnât he be a little more⊠i dunno, cocky?â
you paused mid-keystroke, surprised.Â
âcocky? you think heâs not cocky enough?â
âyeah, i mean, heâs the dragon king,â he said with a little shrug. âdoesnât need to hold back. if heâs as powerful as you say, heâd probably be flaunting it more. show the knight heâs completely in control, get into his head a little.â
you considered it, nodding slowly. âhuh. i hadnât thought of that. but thatâs actually⊠kinda perfect.â
he grinned, clearly pleased with himself. âsee? this is why you need me around.â
âoh please,â you scoffed. âyou think youâre an expert now because you read, like, half a chapter?â
toji chuckled, but his eyes sparkled with amusement. âjust callinâ it how i see it, sweetheart. think i might know a thing or two about intimidation.â
you rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. âokay, sure, âintimidation expert.â so⊠what do you think should happen next?â
âwell,â he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. âwhat if instead of outright threatening the knight, the dragon king pretends to befriend him? yâknow, make him lower his guard. he could talk about how âunderstandingâ he is, maybe even share a drink or something, but all while heâs setting up the knight to fail.â
âyouâre onto something,â you said, eyebrows raised as you typed up a few notes. âi could use that to build tension between them.â
âexactly. you get it,â toji said, leaning back with a smug smile.
you couldnât help but laugh a little, shaking your head. âwho wouldâve thought you would be helping me with plot development?â
âhey, iâm full of surprises,â he winked, giving you a little nudge. âbesides, i like helping my girl out.â
your cheeks warmed, but just as you were about to respond, a small voice piped up from behind you.Â
âwhy canât the dragon king be friends with the knight?â
both of you looked up to see megumi standing there, his arms crossed as he squinted at your laptop screen.
âwhatâs that, kid?â toji asked, leaning over to ruffle megumiâs hair, but the boy dodged it with a huff.
âi think they should be friends,â megumi repeated, tilting his head as he studied your document. âitâd be cooler if they were best friends, even though theyâre supposed to be enemies.â
you looked at toji, who blinked, then shrugged as if to say, well, heâs got a point.
âfriends, huh?â you mused, considering it. âbut theyâre, like⊠sworn enemies, âgumi. theyâre on different sides.â
âso? friends can be on different sides,â he replied, completely serious. âmaybe the dragon king can teach the knight things about dragons and fire, and the knight can show him sword stuff.â
toji chuckled, folding his arms. âsounds like heâs thought this through more than we have.â
you leaned back in your chair, nodding thoughtfully. âyou might be onto something, megs. maybe they could start off as enemies, but end up working together at some point.â
megumiâs face lit up, clearly thrilled that you were taking his suggestion seriously.Â
âyeah! like, maybe the knight is only fighting the dragon king because he doesnât understand him. and then they talk, and he realizes the dragon king isnât so bad.â
toji let out a low laugh, raising a brow at you. âwell, looks like we have ourselves a new co-writer. you hiring, sweetheart?â
you laughed, ruffling megumiâs hair. âyou know what, maybe i am. you wanna help me write this book, megumi?â
megumi grinned, nodding enthusiastically. âyeah! iâll make them the bestest friends ever.â
toji smirked, pulling megumi onto his lap as he sat back, arms around him. âguess weâll have to make this a regular thing, then. family book nights, huh?â
your heart melted a little at the sight of them together, and you couldnât help but smile. âsounds like a plan.â
the word family rang in your ears, echoing over and over, refusing to quiet down.Â
family book nights.Â
it sounded so casual, so⊠certain. as if the three of you already were a family. like the idea of you, toji, and megumi spending evenings together was just normal. something he assumed youâd keep doing.
a gentle warmth crept over you, but it mixed with a twinge of confusion, and maybe a bit of worry, too. megumi clearly saw you as someone close â close enough to leave his prized legos on your shelves alongside your makeup, which you had given a special spot as if they belonged there. and youâd gotten used to him padding around your apartment, lounging on your couch like it was his second home.
but what about you and toji?Â
what did it mean, the two of you making quiet breakfasts with megumiâs chatter filling the space, or all those little private moments, where heâd pull you close and kiss you in a way that made your heart race? it was something that felt like commitment, like you were both slipping into each otherâs lives piece by piece.Â
yet⊠youâd never actually talked about it.Â
about what any of this was, what the kisses or the way he always wanted to be around you really meant.
it wasnât like you were just casual, either. toji had been there for you through your chaotic schedule, your looming deadlines, even giving surprisingly thoughtful advice on your writing.Â
and youâd been there for him, too, sharing these quiet, vulnerable moments that went beyond a simple fling. but despite all of that, thereâd been no explicit commitment. no labels, no official this is what we are conversation.Â
and maybe you hadnât minded, up until now.
but tojiâs offhanded mention of âfamilyâ â it had shifted something. your heart was suddenly tied up in knots, and you found yourself wondering if you were just reading too much into it, or if maybe, just maybe, he thought of you in the same way you were beginning to think of him.
lost in thought, you barely noticed the soft smile tugging at your lips as you watched him with megumi. your mind buzzed with a hundred questions, each one sparking new uncertainties and hopes.Â
is this what we are? a family?Â
is that what he wants, too?
âhey, you okay over there?â tojiâs voice broke through, his eyes glinting with amusement as he noticed your far-off expression.
you blinked, snapping out of your thoughts, cheeks warming under his gaze. âyeah, iâm⊠just thinking.â
âabout what?â he asked, cocking an eyebrow as he gave you that familiar smirk, but there was something softer in his eyes.
you opened your mouth to answer, but found yourself hesitating.Â
what would he say if you just blurted out everything you were feeling?Â
if you just asked him what this really was?
instead, you gave him a little shrug. âoh, just⊠book ideas. plot twists.â
with megumi finally dozing off in the middle of your bed, the soft sound of his steady breathing filling the room, you and toji tiptoed out to the living room.Â
time to tackle the smut section, you thought, dreading it a little. this part always managed to be equal parts thrilling and exasperating to write. and tonight?Â
you were completely, hopelessly blocked.Â
every draft seemed stale, as if you'd used the same recycled phrases one too many times.
toji noticed immediately. he always did.Â
leaning back on the couch, he smirked as you groaned in frustration at yet another blank page.
ây'know,â he said, voice a little too casual, âif youâre really struggling here, i could offer some⊠hands-on help.â
you shot him a warning look, rolling your eyes as he just grinned back. âoh, real helpful, mr. cliterature.â
toji snickered, unaffected by the jab to his ego. âiâm just sayinâ. i happen to be good at this stuff,â he drawled, stretching his arms out across the back of the couch, looking entirely too smug.Â
âand iâve got a lot of ideas. call it⊠creative inspiration.â
you gave a small laugh, even though you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. was he serious?
toji caught the look on your face, his grin turning almost⊠inviting. âlook, maybe itâs not writerâs block youâre dealing with,â he teased, leaning in just a bit closer.Â
âmaybe youâre just⊠unmotivated.â his voice was low, coaxing, and damn if it didnât make your heart beat a little faster.Â
âso⊠should i help you get in the right headspace?â
for a moment, you couldnât help but wonder if maybe he had a point.
the minute toji offered his âhelp,â he felt a little like a perv. a line had definitely been crossed, but what was he supposed to do? you were asking for inspiration, and he just happened to have a few⊠ideas of his own.Â
sure, he knew you were kind of jittery when it came to the physical stuff, but god, if he didnât want to see you beneath him, to hear you whimper and moan. he was getting ahead of himself, though; this was supposed to be about writing, right?
âyou sure you can handle it?â he asked, the corners of his mouth twitching up as he leaned closer, a teasing glint in his eyes.
you shot him a nervous look, your fingers hovering above the keyboard. âwell, itâs either this or staring at a blank page forever,â you replied, attempting to sound nonchalant, but the tremor in your voice betrayed you.Â
cute, he thought.
âexactly. so letâs start simple.â he leaned in, capturing your neck between his lips, pressing soft kisses that sent a jolt down your spine. this was nice, you thought, trying to focus on the sensation instead of the racing thoughts in your head.
âm-maybe i should⊠um⊠write this down?â you managed, hands shaking slightly as you fumbled to adjust the laptop on your knees.
âno need to rush,â he murmured against your skin, his breath warm and tantalizing. âjust feel it.â he nibbled softly at the curve of your neck, and you nearly dropped the laptop.
âtoji!â you gasped, trying to keep your composure while your heart raced in your chest. âthis is⊠um, kinda distracting.â
âgood. thatâs the point,â he replied, his lips continuing their exploration. âiâm just setting the mood, babe. think about how this feels.â
you let out a shaky breath, the heat pooling in your stomach as you tried to jot down your thoughts, but all that came out were half-formed sentences that didnât make sense.Â
âthis is supposed to be⊠research!â you squeaked, but the way he was sucking and nibbling at your neck made it hard to think straight.
âisnât research supposed to be hands-on?â he teased, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark with mischief.Â
this was definitely a line crossed, you realized, but god, did it feel good.
ây-youâre a terrible influence,â you breathed, half-heartedly trying to push him away, but the playful smirk on his face told you he wasnât going anywhere.
âand you love it,â he shot back, diving back in to plant more kisses along your neck, and all you could do was gasp and try to write through the haze of pleasure.
you were trying desperately to type something coherent, but your fingers were like they had suddenly developed a mind of their own, hitting keys at random and producing a glorious mess of gibberish.Â
great job, you genius, you thought sarcastically. get all hot and bothered over a few neck kisses â whatâs next?
your concentration shattered as you felt tojiâs hands slide beneath the hem of your loose shirt, his fingers brushing against your skin in a way that sent shivers down your spine.Â
oh, lovely. just what you needed.Â
now, instead of articulating the tension between characters, you were supposed to describe both sensations â his mouth on your neck and his hands groping your tits.
âyouâre making this a little hard, you know?â you managed to squeak out, trying to keep your voice steady while your heart raced.Â
your fingers fumbled over the keyboard, and all you could think was how you were definitely going to get a solid âFâ for focus on this assignment.
âoh, really? hard, huh?â tojiâs voice was laced with playful arrogance as he continued his exploration, thumbs pressing into your chest, and you could practically hear the smirk in his tone.Â
so much for being a good influence, you thought dryly, almost wishing for a second that you had stuck to research papers instead.
âlook at that, youâre not even writing,â he teased, pressing his palm against your chest, a bold move that made you gasp. âwhereâs that award-winning author iâve heard so much about?â
you glared at him, half amused and half exasperated. âsheâs currently being distracted in the middle of a very important research session.â
he laughed, the sound rich and infectious. âwho needs research when you can have a firsthand experience?â
âthis is supposed to be about character development!â you protested weakly, trying to make sense of the disjointed words on your screen. âhow am i supposed to write about a dragon king and a princess when youâre busy turning me into a blushing mess?â
âfocus on the feelings,â he replied, his hands moving with a confidence that made it hard to concentrate. âfeelings are important, right?â
well, you thought, he wasnât wrong.Â
your cheeks flushed hotter as he squeezed gently, the sensation conflicting with your need to maintain some semblance of writerly dignity.Â
âi guess iâm justâŠtrying to find the right words,â you mumbled, practically squirming as he continued to toy with you.
âgood luck with that, babe,â he said, an infuriatingly charming grin spreading across his face. âbut i can assure you, all that gibberish on the screen isnât gonna help. sometimes you just need to let go.â
let go? the idea sounded almost freeing, but the practical side of your brain was still wrestling with the fact that you had a deadline looming.Â
âwhat if i donât get my manuscript finished?â
toji leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. âthen i guess weâll just have to come up with some creative solutions, wonât we?â
you groaned internally, realizing you were in way over your head, but the way he looked at you made it hard to care about anything else.Â
âthis is not how i envisioned my writing process,â you sighed, but even as you said it, the thrill of his touch made your resolve waver.
what a disaster, you thought, but at the same time, a part of you was absolutely here for it.
the heat radiating from your laptop on your thighs mixed with the warmth pooling in your core made you feel dizzy, and suddenly, the manuscript didnât seem to matter at all.Â
screw the deadline, you thought wildly. screw the manuscript.Â
you needed this hunk of a man right now.
without thinking, you pulled your shirt off, feeling an immediate rush of adrenaline and regret.Â
oh god, what have you done?Â
the cool air hit your exposed body, sending chills across your skin, but it was nothing compared to the look on tojiâs face. his jaw dropped comically, eyes wide as he took in the sight of you in your bra.
âwell, hello there,â he said, his voice low and almost reverent. âare you trying to kill me? because itâs working.â
âi â uh â â you stumbled over your words, your cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson.Â
you are not a main character. why the hell did you just do that? your inner monologue was spiraling, but the heat of the moment overshadowed any logic you might have had.
âwhat? do you expect me to be cool about this?â he asked, leaning closer, his eyes practically devouring you. âyou just stripped in front of me! how am i supposed to react?â
you fumbled to cover yourself, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. âi thought⊠maybe it would help with the writing? you know, get in the mood?â you mumbled, feeling ridiculously silly for saying it out loud.
âget into the mood?â he echoed, half-laughing, half-incredulous. âbaby, you just put me in a state of absolute chaos! this isnât about mood anymore; itâs about survival!â
survival? you thought, but then you caught the glint of mischief in his eyes, and suddenly, the weight of your insecurity felt a bit lighter.Â
âyou could just, um, you know, not look?â
âand miss this view? no chance in hell,â he smirked, leaning back slightly, clearly enjoying your discomfort. âbesides, why would i want to miss the chance to admire a beautiful lady?â
your heart raced at the compliment, battling between feeling flattered and mortified. âbut you said i write gibberish!â you retorted, the words tumbling out before you could think better of it. âhow am i supposed to be taken seriously as a writer when iâm sitting here in my bra?â
âoh, youâre serious, alright,â he said, unabashedly leaning closer again. âand if you keep this up, youâre going to be more than just a writer.â he paused, a wicked grin spreading across his face. âjust think of all the inspiration we could gather right here.â
you swallowed hard, feeling your cheeks heat up even more. âtoji, you canât just say things like that!â
âwhy not?â he challenged, amusement dancing in his eyes. âif you wanted me to shut up, you shouldnât have given me a show like that.â
you felt your insides fluttering, a strange mix of embarrassment and thrill surging through you.Â
what was happening?Â
âi didnât mean toâŠâ you trailed off, unable to articulate your thoughts, feeling ridiculously caught off guard.
âoh, donât even play coy with me now,â he teased, his voice dripping with confidence. âbesides, the real question is: what do you want?â
your mind raced at the implications, suddenly realizing the gravity of your actions.Â
what did you want?Â
you thought you wanted to write, but right now, with him leaning in, the idea of writing seemed worlds away. maybe you wanted this?Â
the thought was tantalizing and terrifying all at once.
âi ââ you began, but your voice faltered as he reached out, brushing a thumb against your bare skin.
âjust say it,â he urged softly, his gaze steady and inviting. âwhat do you really want?â
you took a shaky breath, caught in the moment, knowing you were dangerously close to stepping into a territory you had only ever written about. but you were here, in the flesh, and he was waiting for an answer.
âi wantâŠâ you started, feeling both exhilarated and terrified.Â
the moment you said you wanted him, toji nearly cheered.Â
it took everything in him not to let out an actual whoop of excitement, but he had to remember the little sleeping figure in your room. megumi was tucked away, blissfully unaware of the chaos unfolding just a few feet away on the sofa.Â
and here you were, about to lose your v-card to your super hot colleague.
âso, uh, just to be sure,â toji started, trying to play it cool even as his heart raced. âyou know we have to keep it down, right? canât wake the kid.â
you nodded, biting your lip as you looked up at him, and damn, you looked so cute it nearly drove him wild. how could you be so oblivious to how breathtaking you were?
âright, good,â he said, clearing his throat, his brain whirling with the implications. âand just so weâre clear â this is what you want?â he leaned in closer, the air between you thick with anticipation.
âyes, i want this,â you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. god, you were so cute.
âokay, okay, butâŠâ he paused, feeling the weight of the moment. âi need a pinky promise.â he held out his pinky, the humor of the situation almost making him chuckle.Â
his massive frame was caging you against the sofa, and yet, here he was, asking for a pinky promise.
âare you serious?â you laughed, a mixture of disbelief and amusement lighting up your face.
âhey, itâs important! this is a big deal, alright?â he insisted, trying to keep a straight face. âpinky promise me you want this. like, for real.â
you reached out, your smaller hand wrapping around his pinky, and he felt an undeniable rush at the gesture.Â
âpinky promise,â you said with a grin, your confidence shining through.
âalright, then. letâs get to it,â he replied, his voice low and steady, even though he felt like he was about to explode.
he leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, teasing kiss, savoring the taste of you. he could feel the tension in your body, the way you melted against him, and it only fueled the fire in his belly.Â
âjust remember,â he murmured against your lips, âweâve gotta keep it quiet.â
âright, quiet,â you whispered, your breath hitching as he trailed kisses down your neck.
he couldnât help but chuckle, feeling the thrill of the moment.Â
âyou know, this is definitely not how i pictured your writing sessions going,â he teased, pulling back to look at you, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
âyeah? how did you picture them?â you shot back, a playful glint in your eye.
âi donât know,â he said, smirking, âmaybe less ââ he gestured to your exposed torso, â âand more brainstorming about literature.â
âthis is literature!â you protested, your cheeks flushed with heat.
âsure, sure,â he laughed, leaning in again, capturing your lips once more. âbut itâs not just about writing. itâs about the experience.â
your breath hitched again, and he felt your body responding to him, the way you leaned into him, craving more.Â
âso, youâre saying i should take notes while you ââ
ânow youâre getting it,â he interrupted with a chuckle, pressing another kiss to your lips before continuing down your neck, relishing the way you squirmed beneath him.
âthis is so distracting,â you murmured, your fingers tangling in his hair as you tried to keep your focus.
âdistracting?â he echoed, his lips brushing against your collarbone. âthatâs the idea. if youâre gonna write about it, you might as well get some real-life experience, right?â
âright, but â oh!â you gasped as he nibbled at your skin, sending sparks shooting through you.
âjust relax,â he whispered, his voice low and sultry. âiâll take care of you.â
this was going to be one hell of a writing session.
you were trying your absolute best to keep track, really, you were.Â
you had a job to do â a manuscript deadline that was breathing down your neck, and this was⊠well, technically research, right?Â
but as tojiâs mouth pressed hot and needy kisses along your shoulder, then to your collarbone, the exact order was getting fuzzy.Â
was it the nip to your bra-covered chest first and then that delicious pressure against your pulse point, or the other way around?Â
honestly, at this point, even your notes looked like gibberish.
âmm, youâre really focused, huh?â tojiâs voice was smug, with a lazy grin that could probably melt glaciers. he glanced down at your not-so-steady hand trying to type one-handed on the laptop next to you and chuckled. âthis part of the book that important?â
you swallowed, nodding as you scrambled to refocus, even if every nerve in your body was firing off for entirely non-work-related reasons.Â
ây-yeah. research. gotta⊠capture the sensations. the character dynamics.âÂ
but god, your voice wavered, betraying exactly how not on top of things you were.
âuh-huh,â he said, raising a brow as he leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with that wicked look. âand do these characters also get this close?â his hips pressed insistently against you, the not-so-subtle hardon pressing against you making it extremely difficult to focus on anything but him.
âitâs⊠itâs a⊠a very passionate story,â you managed, trying to keep up some semblance of professionalism, but the words came out more like a breathy whimper. you could practically feel the smirk on his lips as he kissed along your jaw, his hands wandering in ways that made coherent thought feel like a long-lost friend.
âjust remember, babe,â he murmured, low and teasing as his lips brushed against the shell of your ear, âyouâre the one who asked for hands-on help. gotta commit to the scene, right?â
you bit your lip, focusing â or at least trying to. âyeah, i just⊠need to remember every step for⊠for later.âÂ
as if you could even think straight with him leaving trails of kisses down your neck, his rough fingers skimming over the bare skin of your waist.
âoh, every step, huh?â tojiâs mouth moved lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses over the fabric of your bra. âyouâre gonna write about how the dragon kingâs all riled up too?â he murmured against your skin, the vibration of his voice sending shivers down your spine.Â
âbecause âm guessinâ heâd be⊠pretty hard to ignore, wouldnât you say?â
you swallowed, cheeks flushing hot as your eyes flicked down to where his hardon pressed against you, demanding attention.Â
ây-yeah,â you managed, cheeks burning. âcanât ignore him at all.â
he chuckled, low and sultry. âthatâs my girl.â one of his hands reached up, teasing along your sides, slowly moving up until it found its way to your bra strap.Â
âyou, uh, want help describing this part too?â his tone was innocent, but the glint in his eyes was anything but.
âtoji,â you squeaked, shooting him a glare despite the warmth pooling in your core, the heat from his body practically radiating into you. âi donât think the dragon king was this forward in chapter fourteen ââ
âoh, heâs forward in this chapter,â toji murmured, his lips quirking up as he let his fingers trail along the edge of your bra strap. âtrust me. heâs been waiting.â
âright,â you said, your voice embarrassingly shaky as his lips found their way back to your neck, a little nip to your skin that had you gripping the sofa beneath you.Â
âheâs⊠heâs definitely waitingâŠâ your voice trailed off as the pressure of his mouth sent a spark straight through you. you could practically hear your own charactersâ voices narrating it in your headâ
damn it, you were turning into your own leading lady.
âyou know,â you muttered, desperately trying to find some control here, âthis is technically a writing session. so maybe you should⊠yâknow, help me keep notes on this?â
toji grinned, fingers skimming down your waist. âoh, iâm helping, alright.â his thumb brushed over the skin of your hip, pulling you just a bit closer. âbut if you need the full experience babe, you gotta put that laptop down.â
âthe full experience?â you repeated, breath catching as his mouth found your collarbone again, your hands tingling as you felt every inch of his warm, solid weight pressing you into the couch.
âyou know iâm not a ââ
âa main character girl?â he interrupted, his voice dripping with playful mockery. âyeah, right.âÂ
his gaze softened, though, and he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. âtrust me, sweetheart. youâve got that in you. just⊠let yourself have it.â
the laptop was abandoned â gently tossed to the coffee table, where it settled with a thud you barely registered. all you could focus on was the feeling of his rough hands tracing your shoulders as he finally slipped the clasp of your bra free. you could practically hear him exhale, a low, reverent sound that was part sigh, part growl, as he took in the sight of you, flushed and breathless, beneath him.
âfuck, sweetheart,â he murmured, almost to himself, his gaze intense, drinking in every inch of exposed skin like it was some forbidden treasure. he looked at you like he could hardly believe his luck, and for a moment, you swore you saw his focus waver.Â
it was⊠endearing, actually, how his usually cocky confidence stumbled when faced with you, bare and vulnerable and trusting.
âtoji,â you whispered, voice barely above a breath, as his hands skimmed down your sides, drawing goosebumps in their wake. he chuckled, a warm, raspy sound, but you could tell he was just as rattled as you.
âyouâre gonna be the death of me, yâknow that?â he muttered, pressing his forehead against yours for a beat. âand here i thought i was supposed to be the big, bad dragon king.â
you snorted, half-dazed, your hands moving to grip his shoulders instinctively. âwell, this isnât very dragon king behavior, is it?â
âoh, trust me, babe,â he growled, fingers trailing lower, making you shiver under his touch. ââm just⊠gettinâ warmed up.â
then his mouth was on you, lips closing over your nipple, and you had to actively bite down on your lip to muffle the high-pitched squeak that escaped your throat.Â
youâd been prepared for his hands, the calloused fingertips brushing over you, but his mouth â hot, teasing, so much more than youâd expected â was a whole new battlefield.
ât-toji!â you gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders as his tongue flicked over your nipple, sending a spark of pleasure through your entire body. he chuckled, a low rumble, mouth curving in a smirk against your skin.
ânow, now, you were supposed to be quiet,â he whispered, voice laced with that familiar teasing edge. âmegumiâs right down the hall, remember?â
you glared at him, though it was probably more of a pitiful attempt given how out of breath you were.Â
âyou â god, youâre the one making all the noiseâŠ,â you muttered, squirming as he only doubled down, his mouth leaving trails of heat across your chest, lingering in a way that made you feel absolutely undone.
he paused, lifting his head just enough to grin down at you, his eyes gleaming. âoh, youâre blaming me, huh?â he teased, raising a brow. âthought you wanted my⊠hands-on help.â
âyeah, butâŠâ you trailed off, cheeks burning, as his mouth moved lower again, tracing around your tit again.Â
ânot like this,â you whispered, and it came out more as a whimper than youâd intended.
âoh, trust me, itâs exactly like this,â he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. his hands came up to hold you steady as his lips found their way back to your tit, tongue flicking over your nipple just enough to draw out another, higher-pitched squeal.Â
you could barely focus, let alone remember how to breathe, as he skillfully coaxed more sounds out of you, like some damn orchestra conductor who knew every one of your weaknesses.
âokay, thatâs⊠not fair,â you choked out, fighting the urge to arch into him. âi thought i was supposed to be taking notes.â
âoh, youâre taking notes, alright,â he chuckled, pressing a final, teasing kiss to your chest. âbet thisâll make one hell of a chapter, donât cha think?â
you froze for a second, realizing that while here you were, topless and feeling vulnerable under his heated gaze, he was still fully clothed.Â
well, almost.Â
toji was lounging in just his gray sweats and that black compression tee stretched over his ridiculously broad shoulders, hugging every line of muscle like a second skin. and you, like a fool, were only just now noticing how unfair this was.
"wait a second," you muttered, hands coming to rest on his chest, feeling the firm warmth of him through the fabric. "why am i the only one halfway undressed? whereâs the equality here?"
tojiâs lips quirked in that half-smirk of his, eyes glinting with amusement as he tilted his head.Â
âoh? so thatâs how it is, huh?â he teased, his hands tracing light circles along your waist, his voice a low rumble that you felt more than heard. âyou just wanna see the goods?â
"maybe," you mumbled, a little breathless despite yourself. your fingers slipped down to the hem of his shirt, tugging just enough to let him know you werenât kidding.
âwell, since youâre asking so nicelyâŠâ he leaned back and, in one fluid motion, pulled the compression tee over his head and tossed it somewhere behind him.Â
and wow.Â
your jaw might have actually dropped.
your eyes traced the defined lines of his torso, all hard muscle and taut skin, shadows dipping into those sharp v-lines that disappeared into his waistband. each detail seemed sculpted to perfection, his pecs broad and firm, abs visibly tense, and his shouldersâŠÂ
good lord.Â
toji fushiguro looked like he was carved straight out of a fantasy.Â
you swallowed, heat pooling in your stomach, very aware of the way his gaze was fixed on you, almost predatory.
âso? whatâs the verdict?â he asked, voice cocky but still a little rough as he watched your reaction with clear satisfaction. he shifted, arms tensing a bit like he was showing off â not that he really needed to, honestly.
you tried to play it cool, but your voice came out breathy, betraying you. âwell, uh⊠equalityâs restored,â you stammered, feeling your cheeks heat up.
he chuckled, leaning back in closer, and his breath was warm on your neck as he murmured,Â
âoh, sweetheart, you donât have to hold back on my account.â his lips brushed the shell of your ear, teasing. âgo on, touch all you want.â
you swallowed, hands trailing over his chest, tracing each ridge and groove of his muscles with your fingertips. every time your fingers brushed over him, heâd inhale a bit deeper, his muscles flexing in response.
"didnât know you were hiding this under all those sweaters and hoodies,â you murmured, lips twitching into a grin as you kept tracing along his torso.
âmm, well, if iâd known itâd get me this kind of attentionâŠâ he grinned, hands tightening on your waist as his voice dropped to a rumble. "maybe iâd have stripped down sooner."
you rolled your eyes, still taking him in. âyouâre insufferable, you know that?â
âand yet, here you are, practically drooling over me,â he shot back, his grin widening.
âyou wish,â you retorted, but it was weak, considering your hands were still exploring every inch of his chest like it was your personal map.
âoh, i know,â he said, and before you could sass him back, he dipped his head to press a trail of hot, slow kisses along your collarbone, his voice dropping even lower as he murmured, ânow, where were we?â
the air felt thick, heavy with every shared breath, each soft whimper from you met with toji's low, gravelly groans that reverberated through his chest and straight into you. there was nothing between you now â just skin on skin, the heat from his body practically searing into yours. his hands were gripping your waist, pulling you closer, almost as if he couldnât stand even a millimeter of distance between you.
you both let out a sharp exhale at the same time when that familiar, aching throb in your core made itself very known. you could barely focus, hips shifting slightly, seeking⊠more.Â
and then you felt it â a certain twitch against your thigh that made your cheeks flare up instantly.
âshit,â toji mumbled, pausing just for a second to meet your gaze. his pupils were blown, gaze dark, and yet he somehow looked almost surprised himself. âyou feel that, huh?â his voice was rough, low, like he was barely holding himself together.
you could only nod, biting your lip, feeling that throb intensify in response.Â
you wanted to say something clever, something to keep the mood light, but all that escaped you was a quiet, desperate âyeahâŠ"
he chuckled breathlessly, his forehead coming to rest against yours. âlook at you,â he murmured, one hand trailing down to squeeze your hip, his thumb tracing small circles just to keep you even more on edge.Â
âyou sure youâre ready for this?â
âtojiâŠâ you practically whimpered, squirming in his grip, his voice sending another jolt straight down to where you ached. âyouâre the one who offered, remember?â
âmm,â he hummed, his voice going even lower, the words barely a murmur as his hand trailed up your thigh. âi did. and trust me⊠iâm gonna make damn sure you donât regret it.â
the throb in your core turned into a full, needy ache, and from the way he was looking at you, it was clear he was just as affected, every breath deep and slow like he was savoring this moment.Â
it took every ounce of self-control not to just⊠well, throw yourself at him, but he was giving you that little smirk that said he was definitely going to take his sweet time with this.
oh god.
you didnât even get a chance to formulate a comeback before he had your pants halfway down, those dark eyes glinting with way too much satisfaction at your wide-eyed, barely-composed look.Â
this man was on a mission, and your brain was rapidly short-circuiting.
âmatching set, huh?â he mused, a smug grin spreading across his face as he glanced from your discarded bra back to the lacy underwear you were currently trying to keep from absolutely melting in. âdare i say you were planning this, sweetheart?â
oh, you wanted to snap back. something witty, maybe a sarcastic quip â but his hands settled at the curve of your hips, fingers pressing into your skin just enough to send a shiver up your spine, and itâs like every coherent thought just fizzled out right there.
"don't push your luck, fushiguro," you managed, voice barely a whisper, trying your best to sound confident.
"oh, i'm not pushing anything...yet." he smirked, leaning in close enough that his breath fanned over your exposed skin, and oh god, was he eyeing your underwear like he was already halfway through devouring you with just his gaze?
as if it couldnât get worse â or better â he hooked a finger around the waistband, tugging just slightly and raising an eyebrow.Â
âtell me when to stop,â he murmured, teasing, waiting for a sign, a word â anything.
you gulped, feeling the air go heavy, and the words came out before you could even stop yourself. âdonât stop.â
toji could swear he heard a damn orchestra kicking off in his head the second he finally got you out of those damn panties, his eyes fixed on the sight of you bared beneath him.Â
honestly, he felt a little dizzy â a grown man, practically undone by this â and he was not about to mess it up. yeah, he was ready to dive in.
but god forbid he skip over anything as important as making absolutely sure you were okay with it.
his breath came out uneven as he leaned closer, warmth fanning over your core. "you... you're sure about this, right?" he asked, voice barely more than a whisper, his thumb grazing your inner thigh as his other hand tightened its hold. "you can stop me anytime, really. swear on our little pinky promise." he gave a small, reassuring squeeze, but you could hear the faintest tremor in his words.
âtoji,â you murmured, breath coming out in frustrated little puffs, but he just kept talking, checking and re-checking because he wasnât about to mess this up.
"just gotta be absolutely sure, sweetheart," he said, now with a crooked smile, eyes twinkling like this was both the most serious and hilarious thing heâd ever done. "if this is too much, just tell me." he pressed a gentle kiss to your thigh, half-expecting you to push him away or maybe even change your mind.
instead, he felt your hand on the back of his head, fingers gripping tight and â oh.Â
well, that was his answer then, wasnât it?
âjust â stop talking,â you mumbled, shoving him down in a way that left no room for ambiguity, and he couldnât help the groan that escaped as he finally made contact with your cunt.
that was all he needed.Â
any restraint heâd been clinging to snapped, and he closed his mouth â well, not literally â because he was about to put it to much better use.
the minute tojiâs mouth latched onto you, your brain might as well have been yanked out and replaced with static.Â
this was nothing like what youâd written â no, this was raw, needy, almost overwhelming.Â
in your books, eating out had been... gentler? polished, even, with words like âsavorâ and âcaress.â things like âhe licked her like she was the sweetest dessert,â and even âhe lapped at her like she was honey.â
but this?Â
this was... messy. desperate.Â
each flick of his tongue sent jolts through you that words could never do justice to. âvelvet-soft licksâ and âfeather-light touchesâ â pfft, no, you were beginning to realize how off the mark you'd been. where was the âvelvet softnessâ in the rough warmth of his tongue, the almost urgent pressure he was putting on you?
you could practically see your own overly-romanticized lines flashing in your head as if taunting you: âgentle ministrations left her a quivering mess.âÂ
yeah, you were quivering all right, but the way he worked his mouth was anything but gentle. in fact, the âgentle assault,â as people liked to call it, felt like he was trying to unravel every last nerve. every hum he let out against you sent another wave of heat straight to your core, and every swipe of his tongue was this maddening blend of rhythm and chaos, hitting spots that made you gasp and clutch at his hair with abandon.
âyou really wrote all that poetic stuff?â he mumbled between licks, barely lifting his mouth from you, smirking against your skin like he knew exactly how thrown you were. âguess youâre gonna have to rewrite it all, huh?â
you wanted to retort, but words were beyond you.Â
instead, a strangled, nonsensical sound escaped, and he chuckled, letting his mouth return with more insistence, even nipping lightly just to see you jolt.
âdonât worry, sweetheart. âm just givinâ you some material to work with,â he whispered, eyes flashing up to meet yours, clearly relishing in how absolutely wrecked you were under him.
not even a couple minutes in, and already, you were close to cumming â so close that all your earlier attempts at keeping it together turned into outright babbling.
âoh â god, toji, that â right there, donât you â ah!â you whimpered, cutting yourself off with a sharp inhale as his tongue found that one spot that made your thighs start trembling around his head. âdonât... oh my god... donât stop â please donât â!â
your fingers clawed into his hair, trying to keep him right there, as if he even needed a reminder. and if your writhing and half-coherent pleas werenât enough encouragement, toji could feel the telltale quivering of your legs, see the way your chest heaved with each ragged breath.Â
yeah, you were gonna cum, and he knew it.
âthat good, huh?â he muttered against your folds, the vibration making you moan even louder. âwanna tell me what youâre feelinâ right now so you can remember it for that research of yours?â
ât-toji, please â just ââ you stammered, your brain too fried to give him anything but desperate babbles. âneed you to... oh â just keep going, donât â donât talk, just...â
he chuckled against you, but his mouth never slowed. in fact, he redoubled his efforts, tongue pressing firmer, alternating between those long, slow drags and quicker, flicking strokes, every one sending electric shocks through your body that you could barely process. all you could do was clutch at his hair, unable to find the words to tell him how close you were.
heâd be lying if he said he wasnât enjoying every second of this, watching you like this, your usual sharp wit and composure reduced to nonsensical pleas and gasps, and all because of him.
âcome on, sweetheart,â he murmured, slipping his hands under your thighs to hold you steady, his fingers digging in just enough to keep you exactly where he wanted. âyouâre so close, can feel it. donât hold back â show me how good it feels.â
and that was all it took.Â
your body seized up, a sharp cry escaping your lips as the tension finally snapped, sending a wave of pleasure that left you reeling. you barely registered your own voice, the words spilling out somewhere between a plea and a demand.
it took a solid sixty seconds for reality to come crashing down on you â that the whole time, youâd been squealing like a lamb to the slaughter, blissfully unaware of the fact that megumi was literally sleeping in the next room over, across the hallway.
god, you wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. youâd just hit new decibel records, loud enough that anyone within a two-room radius would be alerted to the whole scene unfolding out here.
you covered your face, cheeks blazing as post-nut clarity came barreling in like an uninvited guest at a party.Â
the first realization: holy hell, youâd just had an orgasm coaxed out of you by another person.Â
and not just any person â nope, the man looking at you with that trademark smug look, his brow cocked as he tried to keep from laughing.
âwhat?â he asked, his tone as infuriatingly self-satisfied as ever, his lips glistening with the very evidence of your... uh, situation. âyou look like youâre about to combust or somethinâ.â
"no! i just... canât believe... that really happened,â you stammered, swallowing the absurdity of it all, hardly able to meet his eyes.Â
âand with you, of all people.â
âoh, yeah? who were you thinkinâ about when you were writing that smut of yours?â he grinned, lounging back, way too pleased with himself.
you swatted his arm, finally managing a scowl. âoh, shut up! this wasnât â i wasnât â this was supposed to be a research exercise.â
âwell, you did get a little, uh, hands-on learning,â he teased, eyes twinkling, clearly enjoying this far too much.
âtoji! i was practically screaming,â you hissed, scrambling to pull a pillow over yourself, trying to regain some semblance of dignity. âmegumiâs in the next room! do you know what iâll do if he heard that?â
he just chuckled, completely unfazed. âoh, he sleeps like a rock. trust me. heâs not gonna hear any of this. but if youâre worried about it, guess weâll just have to work on our volume control next time, huh?â
next time?Â
you almost spluttered at the very idea, but there was something addictive in the way he said it, like this whole scenario was already just the beginning of some ongoing arrangement.Â
and you?Â
well, after that, the idea of another round didnât sound half bad â embarrassment and all.
âoh, donât act like youâre not into the idea,â he teased, catching that glimmer of interest despite your efforts to seem outraged.
you sat there, a confusing blend of irritation and... something else, as you noticed tojiâs situation.Â
his hard-on was still very much an issue, evident in the way his sweatpants strained against him. at first, he tried to play it off, waving his hand like it was no big deal. âeh, donât worry about it,â he muttered, attempting nonchalance despite the clear discomfort in his voice.
but that just felt like a challenge.
âoh, so youâre just gonna sit there like that?â you asked, a mischievous smirk curling at your lips.
toji cocked a brow, clearly sensing where this was going. âwhat are you gettinâ at?â
you scooted closer, feeling a surge of confidence at the sight of his expression changing, almost as if he couldnât believe his luck.Â
"well, since you put so much effort in, maybe i should... return the favor?â you murmured, your fingers slipping down to graze the waistband of his pants.
the second those words left your mouth, toji practically choked, his composure unraveling just enough for you to catch a flicker of nervous excitement.Â
âcareful what youâre gettinâ yourself into,â he rasped, voice thick, though you could see the flicker of a smirk.
but when you tugged his pants down, just enough to free him, that cockiness took a swift exit.Â
âyouâre serious, arenât you?â he breathed, his usual bravado slipping as you took him in hand.
âoh, donât act like youâre not excited,â you teased, shooting him a wink as you started slow, savoring the way his head fell back, a low groan escaping his lips.
by the time you took him fully, sliding your mouth down and earning a strangled, âshit â fuck, careful, sweetheart,â you knew you were onto something.
his fingers found your hair, gripping lightly, though you could tell he was barely holding on, his muscles tense, jaw clenched.Â
âif you keep goinâ like that, i swear... i wonât last,â he ground out, practically panting. but that only spurred you on, determined to make him unravel completely.Â
and toji? with the way his hips bucked, his hand clenching and unclenching, he was clearly in blissful agony, barely holding back.
it was almost surreal, really â the flashes of every single âm oralâ scene youâd ever meticulously crafted in your stories were running through your head. it was like youâd written these moments for a thousand characters and now, finally, you were experiencing one yourself.Â
only⊠no scene youâd ever written couldâve fully prepared you for this.Â
the way your mouth stretched around him, the warm weight of him against your tongue, the salty taste mixing with the faint scent of him â it all just felt so real.
and âdeath by dick?âÂ
well, youâd imagined it a hundred times in jest, but with toji... you couldnât think of a better way to go.
him, on the other hand, looked completely floored, eyes dark and half-lidded as he watched you, mouth parted in disbelief.Â
âthis⊠your first time doing this?â he asked, almost incredulously, voice hoarse and breathless, like he couldnât quite wrap his head around the fact.
his question earned a sly, humored look from you, but you didnât stop, dragging your tongue along his length in a way that made his grip tighten in your hair. âshit, babe, you⊠youâre gonna kill me,â he muttered, though there was a distinct pride laced in his tone â like the idea of being your first made him want to last as long as he could and cum in a few minutes all at once.
âyouâre too damn good at this,â he rasped, brows furrowing in concentration as he struggled to hold back, the feeling of your soft lips and the light suction nearly enough to make him lose it right then and there.
toji was doing his best to keep a gentle rhythm, letting you adjust, guiding you slowly â because damn did he want you to be comfortable.Â
but the closer he got to cumming, the harder it was to hold back, and before he knew it, all kinds of filthy words were slipping out of his mouth.
âyouâre really using your colleague for this, huh?â he rasped out between heavy breaths, his voice low and rough. âactinâ like youâre all sweet ân innocent, but here you are, puttinâ that pretty mouth to good useâŠâ his fingers tightened in your hair, every word spilling out dirtier than the last as he fought to stay coherent. âcouldnât wait to see what itâd feel like, huh? what iâd feel like?â
you could only hum in response, both stunned and electrified at how he spoke to you, a thrill shooting through you with every low, teasing word. he alternated from murmured praise, telling you how good you were, how perfect your mouth felt, to more degrading words that made your cheeks heat up, his voice dripping with that gruff, amused edge.
ânever thought my sweet author would be down on her knees, looking so â ah, shit â filthy.â his grip on your hair grew firmer, his breaths coming out quicker, as if he was barely holding himself together. âlook at you⊠chokinâ on me, takinâ it like a good girlâŠâ
and just as heâs about to cum, his body moved on instinct. his hand tightened in your hair, and he pulled you down until your nose brushed against his stomach, feeling him pulse against your tongue. you choked a little, the sensation overwhelming, and with a shuddering groan, he finally came, riding out his release.
the second he did, though, his eyes went wide.Â
âoh, shit, shit â baby, you okay?â he was practically tripping over his words as he pulled back slightly, his hands cupping your face with an almost frantic gentleness.Â
âi didnïżœïżœt mean to â god, i⊠iâm so sorry, i swear i didnât mean toâŠyou alright?â
as you tugged your shirt back on, toji slumped back into the sofa beside you, throwing a very dramatic sigh your way.Â
âreally? youâre putting the shirt back on already?â he scoffed, throwing his head back, one hand over his heart like heâd just been personally betrayed.
âoh, please,â you rolled your eyes, stifling a laugh. âi think you got a pretty good view already, mister dragon king.â
he snorted at the nickname. âstill, itâs a shame. i was just getting used to you, yâknow, without it.â he gave you a playful grin, eyes wandering a little too purposefully down your now-covered torso. âitâs practically disrespectful to put it back on after that.â
âdisrespectful?â you shot him a look, pretending to be scandalized. âsays the man who had the nerve to yank my pants off like I wouldnât notice.â
âhey,â he chuckled, holding his hands up in mock innocence, âin my defense, you looked way too good with them off.â he shrugged casually, though the gleam in his eyes said otherwise. âbesides, you didnât seem to mind.â
âmaybe,â you admitted, leaning back against the sofa with a little smile. you felt his arm wrap around your shoulders, pulling you just a bit closer until you could feel the warmth of his bare chest against your side. âstill... not sure iâll ever live down what just happened.â
âwhich part?â he raised a brow, looking amused as he tucked you closer to him. âthe part where you tried to suffocate me or the part where you shoved my head down?â
you smacked his arm lightly, laughing. âshut up. i didnât shove you â i just... suggested very strongly.â
he chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. âyeah, yeah, you âsuggested.â guess itâs good iâm into pushy women, huh?â
you both laughed, and as the sound settled, you realized just how right this felt.Â
there was something strangely comforting about this moment â the two of you, just sitting there, basking in the quiet after all the chaos. you couldnât help but feel a warmth in your chest, the kind that made you all too aware of how special this moment was.
âhey,â you murmured, glancing up at him, suddenly feeling a little shy. âiâm... glad it was you, for, well, you know... all of this.â you gestured vaguely, but tojiâs gaze softened, like he understood exactly what you meant.
âyeah?â he asked, his voice quieter now, thumb brushing a gentle circle on your shoulder. âdidnât think iâd be the one, honestly. but... iâm glad it was me too. youâre kinda... unforgettable, you know that?â
you laughed, cheeks warming. âyou sound like one of my romance novels.â
âoh, please.â he gave a little scoff, though the smile tugging at his lips was unmistakable. âif i were a romance novel guy, iâd be way more dramatic than this.â he paused, then threw in a mock-swoony, âoh, my darling! i shall never forget this evening of rapture!â
you burst into laughter, nearly doubling over as he continued, exaggerating his voice and gestures, âthe way you, my fair lady, shoved my head to the heavens... or rather, between your ââ
âokay, stop,â you wheezed, playfully slapping his arm again. âyouâre impossible!â
âimpossibly charming,â he corrected with a smug grin.
the laughter settled, and you found yourself just gazing at him for a moment, savoring the warmth and the easy comfort between you. it was a strange feeling â new, yet familiar at the same time. with a sigh, you leaned into his chest, letting your fingers trace little patterns along his arm.
âthanks, toji,â you murmured softly, âfor being... you.â
he looked down, his expression softening as he pulled you closer. âhey, anytime.â after a moment, he added in a playful whisper, âand for the record, iâm still protesting the shirt.â
you rolled your eyes, but nestled deeper against him, smiling to yourself.
toji let out a low groan, glancing at the clock. âugh, we should probably get to bed,â he muttered, reluctantly shifting on the sofa.
âyeah,â you agreed with a little sigh, realizing how late it had gotten. âmegumiâs probably sprawled all over, snoring up a storm and drooling on my pillow.â
he chuckled at that, standing up and stretching. âkidâs probably babbling away about frogs or something. you know he was talking about âfrog powersâ the other night?â
you laughed, following him as he headed toward the bedroom. âheâs got an active imagination. wonder where he gets it from...â
toji gave you a teasing smirk. âoh, yeah? well, youâre the writer in this house.â
you both reached the door, easing it open gently to peek in. sure enough, megumi was lying right in the middle of the bed, completely hogging the space with an arm thrown over your pillow, tiny mouth open, drooling a little as he mumbled something unintelligible.
âmy pillowâs gone,â you whispered with a chuckle, shaking your head. âbut look at him. i canât even be mad.â
toji just stared for a moment, the soft rise and fall of his sonâs chest filling him with a strange warmth. he was quiet, but there was this look in his eyes â a mixture of tenderness and awe.Â
he leaned close, murmuring, âevery time i see him like this, i canât believe i got so damn lucky. that i get to be his dad, yâknow?â
you reached for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. âyouâre a great dad, toji.â
he smiled softly, wrapping his fingers around yours. âthanks,â he said quietly, his gaze still on megumi. after a beat, he added, âcâmon, letâs get in there before he wakes up and realizes he can kick us off the bed.â
you both carefully slipped under the covers, but this time, instead of settling on either side of him like usual, there was a silent understanding â a new, natural shift. you curled up behind megumi, your arm wrapped around his little body, while toji slid in behind you, his arm settling around your waist. he felt you press a soft kiss to megumiâs head, and something about the moment felt... whole. complete.
toji nestled closer, his chest warm against your back, his face buried in your hair as he whispered, âthis... yeah, this is pretty perfect.â his hand found yours under the covers, intertwining your fingers together.
you smiled, feeling the warmth of him surround you. âfeels... right, doesnât it?â
âmore than right,â he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your ear. ânever thought iâd be the guy lying in bed, cuddling up with... with you, and him.â he swallowed, a hint of emotion in his voice. ânever thought iâd get this lucky.â
you squeezed his hand, and the silence that followed was soft, peaceful. after a moment, tojiâs fingers traced slow circles over your knuckles as he mumbled, âthink heâll mind if weâre both here when he wakes up?â
âprobably not. heâs got his favorite people right here,â you whispered back, feeling his thumb brush along your hand. âplus, i donât think heâd mind waking up to his frog-loving dad next to him.â
toji chuckled, his chest vibrating against your back. âyeah, frog powers and all. kidâs got taste, huh?â
âmust take after his dad,â you teased, grinning.
he snorted. âoh, donât go putting ideas in his head.â he shifted slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your head. âbut hey... thanks. for this. for... yâknow, letting me have this.â
you leaned back into his embrace, closing your eyes. âwouldnât want it any other way, toji.â
and with that, the three of you drifted into a warm, quiet sleep, held together by a bond that felt as strong as anything youâd ever known.
sitting at your laptop, you found yourself typing with a newfound intensity, almost unable to keep up with the words spilling out of your mind and onto the screen.Â
the romance between the dragon king and the princess â previously a plot device to add some âspiceâ â now felt infused with something else entirely. something raw, something softer, something more... real.
tojiâs touch, his voice, his warmth â all those things lingered in your mind, guiding your fingers as you breathed life into scenes that once felt staged. now, they felt natural, like they were flowing from some deep, hidden well. it was almost laughable how last nightâs escapade had changed everything, but you couldnât deny it. you smirked as you wrote, feeling every word resonate with a clarity that wasnât there before.
and then, after hours of relentless typing, a quick text to shoko:Â
you [12:30 pm]: hey, mind taking a look at the new chapter?
within minutes, she was at your place, reading your screen as you paced in the background, trying not to hover.
âalriiight, what do we have hereâŠâ shoko began, her eyes scanning the text. she paused. blinked.Â
then slowly lifted her gaze to you, one eyebrow arched. âyou... did write this, right?â
âhey! whatâs that supposed to mean?â you huffed, crossing your arms with a smirk. âjust... tell me what you think, alright?â
she raised her hands in mock surrender. âalright, alright.â then her eyes dipped back to the screen, and this time she read aloud,Â
âthe dragon kingâs fingers traced along the princessâ collarbone, the gentleness of his touch a stark contrast to the weight of his strength. âyouâre safe with me,â he whispered, his voice a low murmur against her ear.â
she stopped reading aloud, her eyebrows raised a little higher, and then looked at you.Â
â...safe with me? wow. last time i checked, this guy was like, âget in my lair, princess,â but now heâs a softie? who is this dragon king, and what did you do to the one who existed, like, two days ago?â
you rolled your eyes, trying to suppress the heat creeping up your cheeks. âwell, maybe heâs... evolving. finding his softer side, or whatever. i donât know, shoko, do you like it or not?â
she leaned back, a mischievous smirk spreading across her face. âoh, i like it alright. youâre actually writing a romance. like, a legit one. not just something with ten billion euphemisms for ââ
âdonât say it,â you interrupted, laughing and waving her off.
she just laughed. âfine, fine, but seriously, what happened? youâve always been good, but thereâs something... different here. itâs like youâre channeling the romance instead of just writing it.â
you swallowed, feeling that flutter in your chest as you recalled the night before, with toji and the way he made you feel so... cherished. it was so much more than just physical, and it translated into every keystroke.
âmaybe i just... i donât know, felt inspired?â you muttered, giving her a small, sheepish smile.
âinspired, huh?â she grinned knowingly. âwell, whoever gave you that inspiration, tell them i say thank you. this stuff? itâs gold.â she leaned forward, her expression softening a bit. âthis isnât just commercial smut anymore. this has heart.â
you felt a sense of pride bloom inside you as she kept reading, the quiet tapping of her finger on the edge of your desk as she occasionally mumbled things like, âoh, thatâs good,â and âdamn, thatâs really good.â
âsooo... whatâs your verdict?â you asked when she finally looked up, a grin teasing at her lips.
she closed the laptop with a flourish, fixing you with a smirk. âwell, i canât wait to see where this story goes. youâve finally gotten to the real heart of it. donât stop now. oh, and if that dragon king of yours has any friends... iâd like one. just sayinâ.â
laughing, you gave her a hug. âalright, alright, if i find one, youâll be the first to know.â
and as she left, you sat back down at your laptop, fingers hovering over the keys.Â
inspired? maybe.Â
but something told you it was more than just that. and as you resumed writing, you knew this was exactly where the story was meant to go.
toji ^.^ [6:26 pm]: hey, you busy? you [6:30 pm]: yeah đ but i'm thinking about you both! toji [6:32 pm]: yeah? thinking enough to take a break and maybe come over later? you [6:40 pm]: :((( i REALLYY wanna, but this chapter has me by the throat. gotta finish while the inspirationâs hot. toji [6:40 pm]: yeah, i get it. toji [6:40 pm]: still, kinda wish you could be here⊠you [6:41 pm]: i know! iâll make it up to you and megumi, promise. you two are always on my mind đ toji [6:41 pm]: alright. donât work yourself to death, alright? we miss you. you [6:42 pm]: đ„șđ„ș hug him for me, yeah? toji [6:42 pm]: always. but holding you to that promise.
it was late, and toji had just finished reading megumi his favorite story, watching him drift off, all tangled in the blankets. toji was barely leaving the room before he heard megumi mumbling sleepily, almost to himself.
"when's she coming back?"
toji felt that pang, the same one he got every time you were too busy to swing by. he tucked the blanket a little tighter around megumiâs small frame, brushing a hand over his hair.
"sheâs got a lot of work, bud," he murmured, low enough that megumi might not even hear. "sheâll come soon, i promise."
megumi nodded sleepily, giving a tiny, droopy smile before settling back into the pillow, and toji let out a soft sigh, watching the little guy drift back off.
a few days later, toji was back at gojo-sonic, caught in the back-and-forth about the upcoming project when satoru, who was way too perceptive for his own good, leaned over with that smirk of his.
âsoooo, toji, howâs the âinspirationâ been treating you?â satoru teased, one eyebrow arched.
âshut it, satoru,â toji muttered, rolling his eyes but not able to hide the hint of a smile.
satoru shrugged, grinning like heâd struck gold. âhey, i get it. long-distance love, practically a tragic romance. sheâs probably typing away, ignoring you...â
toji groaned, already regretting sharing any details. but then satoruâs expression softened, just slightly.
âhey, sheâll come back around. give her time. just means sheâs actually doing what she loves, right?â
toji nodded, a bit of that weight lifting. he missed you, sure, but there was something about seeing you so passionate about your writing, knowing heâd sparked even a part of it.Â
and if that meant a few late nights alone, well... it was worth it.
toji dragged himself down the hallway, nearly ready to collapse with each step. the recording had been a nightmare â a mic malfunction right in the middle of his best take, a last-minute script revision that completely changed the characterâs tone, and a sound engineer who wouldnât stop fussing over the tiniest background noises. all he wanted was a strong drink and a bed to crash in.Â
maybe both, at this rate.
as he turned the key in the door and stepped inside his suite, though, he heard... giggles? his eyes blinked, adjusting to the dim light. in the middle of the room, megumi was squealing, running from none other than you, who were wearing an iron man mask, arms outstretched like you were going to scoop him up at any second. the sight stopped him dead in his tracks, exhaustion washing away in an instant.Â
of course, he remembered giving you a spare key, but it still surprised him to see you here, like a surprise balm to his long day.
âdaddy!â megumi yelled, darting over to him, grabbing onto his leg. âlook, itâs iron man!â
toji huffed a laugh, setting his bag down. âyeah? well, iron man better be careful before he gets ambushed.â
you lifted the mask, peering at him with a grin. âhey, dragon king. long day?â
âyou have no idea,â he muttered, shaking his head, but he couldnât stop the smile creeping onto his face.Â
seeing you here, with megumi so happily engaged in a silly game, felt like walking into a whole new world, one where he could just breathe.
âwant me to blast him with my repulsor beams?â you joked, wiggling your fingers in megumiâs direction. the little guy shrieked, pretending to hide behind tojiâs leg but clearly loving every second of it.
âbetter not,â toji chuckled. âheâs got a long night of running around ahead of him, looks like.â
âoh, come on,â you teased, tossing the mask aside and crossing the room to wrap your arms around his waist. âi think the dragon king deserves a break.â
he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. âyeah, iâd say so. didnât expect to find you here tonight.â
you smiled, looking up at him. âthought iâd surprise you. guess it worked?â
âyeah,â he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. âworked a little too well. canât say iâm not happy about it.â
âokay, ew,â megumi said, tugging at tojiâs pant leg. âcan we go back to iron man now?â
toji laughed, ruffling his hair. âyeah, yeah, donât get jealous, kiddo. why donât you show her the move i taught you earlier?â
megumiâs face lit up as he immediately struck a pose, fists clenched, trying to look all tough. âlook, iron man! i can fight like daddy!â
âoh, wow!â you gasped, feigning surprise. âi donât stand a chance, do i?â
ânope!â megumi declared, clearly proud.
toji watched you both with a softness he rarely let show.Â
somehow, you just fit right in here, with him and megumi, in a way he didnât think was possible. his life was so often filled with tension and challenges, but seeing you like this, in his space, making megumi laugh like it was the most natural thing in the world... well, it did something to him.Â
the world outside could keep its troubles. right here, right now, this was all he needed.
âyâknow, i was about to make myself a drink,â he said, glancing at you. âbut this... this might be better.â
you gave him a soft smile, squeezing his hand. âwell, lucky for you, i already poured you one. just sitting there on the counter waiting for you to notice.â
toji raised an eyebrow, glancing over at the drink heâd completely missed. âoh, so youâre full of surprises tonight?â
âjust for you,â you murmured.
toji sank onto the sofa, cradling the glass you'd poured for him. as he took a sip, he let out a satisfied hum, leaning back and watching as megumi raced around the room, still brimming with energy. you were crouched down, arms out and dramatically dodging his attacks, fully committing to the role of iron man battling his formidable opponent, the "evil dragon."Â
toji couldnât help but chuckle, seeing his sonâs face alight with happiness, and decided heâd add a little fuel to this game.
he cleared his throat, straightening up on the couch as if on a stage, and dropped his voice to a low, gravelly tone. "ah, iron man! youâve come to challenge the mighty dragon!" he boomed, lifting his drink dramatically. "but little do you know... i have an army of minions at my command!"
"oh no!" you gasped, feigning shock, as you glanced at megumi. "the mighty dragon has backup?"
megumi cackled with delight, waving his arms around. "yeah! and iâm the strongest one!â
toji held his hand to his chest, fighting back laughter as he leaned into his role. "youâll never defeat us, iron man. my son, the evil dragon prince, will make sure of it."
megumi, now fully invested, stomped his foot. "get her, dad!"
"aha, but iron man has a few tricks up her sleeve!" you declared, lunging forward with playful swipes, causing megumi to dart behind the sofa for cover.
toji watched, transfixed, as you and megumi continued the game, your laughter blending together in a way that filled every corner of his suite. his heart swelled as he saw the ease with which you fell into this little world with them.Â
he wasnât sure exactly when heâd started to imagine it, but in this moment, the thought fully settled in him: this was what he wanted.Â
a life where you were more than just a visitor, where you were there every day, filling their home with laughter and warmth, where megumi had a mother he adored just as much as his father.
"donât think you can escape my wrath that easily, iron man!" he called out, smirking as he put on an exaggerated serious face, holding back a laugh. "this villain is relentless!"
"oh, weâll see about that!" you shot back, now crawling over to the sofa, reaching for tojiâs leg as if to pull him into the fray.
toji raised an eyebrow, pretending to be horrified. "wait, no! not me! iâm just an innocent bystander!"
"yeah, right!" megumi giggled, pushing tojiâs knee to âtrapâ him. "youâre on my team, daddy, youâre evil too!"
"right, right!" toji winked at you, lowering his voice. "well, if i must play the villain⊠then let it be known that the evil dragon prince and i have one weakness."
megumiâs eyes widened, and he immediately looked to you, curious. "what is it?"
toji glanced at you, a soft smile on his lips. "our only weakness is⊠iron manâs hug attack."
"ah-ha!" you shouted triumphantly, launching yourself forward and wrapping both of them in a bear hug. megumi squealed in delight as toji laughed, caught up in the warmth of your arms around him. for a moment, the three of you were just tangled up on the couch, the room filled with the sound of giggles and breathless laughter.
as he held you close, toji let himself fully sink into the feeling.Â
he knew then and there, more clearly than ever, that he wanted this to be his life.Â
he wanted you as his wife, as megumiâs mom.Â
he wanted this laughter, this warmth, every single day. his hand found yours, giving it a gentle squeeze, a silent promise he hoped youâd understand.
you looked at him, your gaze softening, a knowing smile on your face. "thanks for the assist, dragon king," you murmured, squeezing his hand back.
"anything for iron man," he replied, his voice low and affectionate. "besides, someoneâs gotta keep this dragon prince in line."
megumi pulled back just enough to look up at you both, an innocent grin on his face as he pointed between you. "you two should team up more often," he declared, clearly oblivious to the deeper meaning of his words, but making tojiâs heart race nonetheless.
toji chuckled, wrapping an arm around his sonâs shoulder. "you know, kid⊠i think youâre right."
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Sweetening The Deal. (part 2.)
Summary: Melissa finds out more about your tough reality and the deal between you continues, bringing the stability you needed. Meanwhile, she proposes something unexpected.
Tags: @italianaidiota @lisaannwaltersbra @greencurlyhair
Part 1.
Two weeks had passed since that night at La Sirena, and things had fallen into a rhythm â or as close to a rhythm as you could get with Melissa Schemmenti calling the shots. Youâd met her twice since then, at the same restaurant, each time sitting across from her as she set the terms of your arrangement with that same intensity in her eyes. True to her word, sheâd sent over an envelope of cash every week, enough to cover your rent and leave you with some breathing room. But there was still a distance between the two of you, a formality that you held onto as a reminder to keep things strictly business.
Her texts came at unpredictable times, always short but direct, and sheâd even called you once, her voice teasing yet unmistakably firm. You could tell she liked control and was meticulous in keeping things on her terms. She didnât ask questions about your day-to-day life, but you had a feeling she saw more than you were letting on.
Then, one afternoon, her name lit up your screen again:
Youâre home, right? Text me your address. I want to see where and in what conditions you live, darling.
You froze. Her messages always carried a certain finality, a tone that made it clear you werenât to question her decisions. The text felt like a verdict, not a suggestion. You had no choice but to obey, but still youâd tired to stalled with vague excuses, insisting it wasnât necessary, but she was having none of it.
Are you sure about this? My apartment complex is not in the best condition. Maybe we could meet another day? you quickly typed back, nerves prickling.
Honey, Iâll come by tonight after my meeting, sheâd texted, with that self-assured tone that didnât leave much room for debate. Just make sure the place is unlocked for me. Okay?
You swallowed hard. You couldnât even remember the last time you felt so out of control. Fuck this situation, you were never out of control. Melissa Schemmenti was doing things to you that seemed to awaken a submissive side of yourself that you didnât even know you had.
Reluctantly, you agreed. Understood. Iâm waiting for you, just please donât notice the mess in the apartment. Itâs a little old.
The redheadâs response made you choke on your own saliva. Good girl, see? You can follow orders when you are supposed to. And about the mess, donât you worry. I just want to see what I'm dealing with, Y/N.
Her words make your stomach flip, and your cheeks flush. She knows exactly the effect she has on you, even from behind a fucking screen. Youâre not sure if itâs the blunt command or the way she casually assumes youâll fall in line, but something about her confidence, her control, always leaves you breathless.
You tossed your phone on the bed and groaned, throwing yourself backward onto the mattress, the soft scent of stale air and clutter filling the room. It wasnât much of a space, and you werenât exactly proud of it, but it was yours. Still, it felt too small when you thought about her. When you thought about how she was used to finer things, and this place... well, this place felt like a damn joke.
Two weeks. Only two weeks have passed since that night, but already, sheâs gotten under your skin in ways you canât shake. Her presence in your life feels constant, grounding, and somehow.... electrifying. Itâs like sheâs rewired you to respond to her â one word from her and youâre falling into place, waiting for whatever she asks next.
Another text pops up. Iâm arriving at five. You better be prepared, beautiful.
Great, you only got two hours left.
You spent hours trying to make your tiny apartment look presentable, straightening up, hiding the chipped paint on the walls with old posters, and dimming the lights to make it seem warmer. You stopped in front of the mirror checking if your appearance was alright. Youâd tossed a pile of laundry into the closet, stacked dishes haphazardly, and even dabbed on a bit of makeup in a rush. But no matter what you did, there was no hiding the worn-out furniture.
And as you stood in your cramped kitchen, waiting for her to arrive, you couldnât help feeling out of place, like this wasnât where she belonged.
âFuck, fuck,â you rubbed your eyes with your hands. âIâm fucked. What will she think of me?â
A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door, and your stomach twisted with nerves and sicknesses. When you opened it, there she wasâMelissa Schemmenti, cool and collected in an all-black outfit, and a ponytail, her sleek black sunglasses pushing her authority to another level. She took her giant and expensive sunglasses off as she surveyed the space, her gaze moving slowly over the cracked walls and mismatched furniture. Her expression barely shifted, but you could sense the judgment simmering beneath the surface.
The building smelled like old wood and dust, and the hallways felt narrower than they ever had before. You hated the way your surroundings felt â the peeling wallpaper, the noisy neighbors, the ever-present sense of grime that seemed to coat every surface. It was humiliating, honestly, but you couldnât escape it.
Melissa didnât seem to notice. Or maybe she didnât actually care. She walked past you, her red louboutin heels clicking against the wooden floor, and into your tiny apartment without hesitation.
âWell, this isâŠâ the redhead paused, taking a long look around. â...quite the environment.â Her raspy voice was cold, but it wasnât supposed to sound mean and teasing. It was just blunt, like she was simply stating a fact. You winced, standing awkwardly by the door as she took in the dismal conditions.
âI donât usually bring people here,â you mumbled, feeling your face flush. âItâs just temporary. Until I find a new job that pays more. Iâm looking for something better.â
Melissa ignored your excuse and walked further into the apartment, her green eyes scanning every inch of the cramped space with calculated precision. Her black sunglasses hung loosely from the collar of her shirt, disguising the cleavage that seemed to jump and have a life of its own. What? Focus, your asshole! Itâs not appropriate to watch her boobs. Oh, boy, you felt like a child under her scrutiny.
âSo,â she quips, knowing the answer is obvious, âThis is where you live, pretty girl?â
You rubbed the back of your neck, touching the small amount of baby hair. Your cheeks were heating with embarrassment. âMmm...itâs not exactly glamorous, but itâs affordable.â
âIf you call this affordable...â She scrunches her nose, feeling the smell of something dirty.
You took a shaky breath, feeling the heaviness of her gaze, as she leaned back slightly, crossing her arms in that familiar way that told you she was completely in control. She hadnât even removed her jacket, and already it felt like she had rearranged the whole atmosphere of the place. As if she were shifting you and your life by sheer will alone.
âThis,â the older woman said, lifting one of the crumpled bills, her tone cool and unyielding, âis unacceptable. Youâre moving out. And I donât want to hear a single word against it.â
âWait, what?â you widen your eyes.
âSo hereâs how itâs going to work. Youâre moving. Iâve already picked out a place for you in a decent neighborhood, and youâll have what you need there. None of thisâŠâ She gestured around your small apartment with a mild look of disdain. ââŠdumpster shit situation. Youâll have a clean space, safe, without worrying about rent or broken pipes. And I donât want to hear a single word against it.â
You opened your mouth, heart racing, wanting to protest. âMaâam, I donât needââ
Before you could finish, she closed the space between you, her manicured hand gripping your chin in a way that was both commanding and unsettlingly gentle. Her thumb brushed your cheek as her eyes bored into yours, making your stomach flip. âI said no arguments. Youâre better than this place, honey. Now call your boss.â
You blinked, flustered, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks as her fingers stayed firm on your chin. She tilted her head, her gaze unrelenting, and you found yourself swallowing hard, nerves prickling. A gush of wetness dripped into your underwear. That felt good. And for a split second, you imagined how her fingers would feel around your neck. Or maybe somewhere else..
The truth was that you werenât used to someone like Melissaâsomeone who didnât just ask but demanded, without hesitation, and with an absolute certainty that her wishes would be met.
âGo on,â the redhead prompted, pulling her phone from her bag and pressing it into your hand. âThis ends now.â
âSchemmenti,â you sigh quietly. âI..canât.â
âCall. Your. Fucking. Boss.â Her words came out slower this time, her voice both reassuring and intimidating, the kind of authority that was impossible to ignore.
Your hands trembled as you reached for your phone, scrolling to your bossâs number. She kept her hold on your chin for a moment longer before releasing you, her green eyes watching every movement with quiet satisfaction. The reality of what you were about to do started to sink in, and you felt like you were on the verge of spiraling, like you were teetering on the edge of something irreversible.
As the phone rang, you stole a glance at Melissa. She leaned against the counter, arms crossed, exuding a calm authority that both irritated and reassured you. You had to admitâno one had ever looked at you the way she did. Like she was willing to strip away everything if it meant giving you something better. But even as you stumbled through your brief conversation with your boss, quitting the job youâd held for far too long, a flicker of rebellion rose in you.
âWhat if I donât want to move?â you managed once the call ended, a spark of defiance in your voice. You could see the hint of a smirk playing on her lips.
She lifted an eyebrow, that smirk intensifying. âYouâre cute when you act tough,â she said, brushing past you to examine a stack of books on a rickety shelf. The dust covering her fingertips. âBut Iâm not interested in games. Iâm giving you a choice. You can either stay here, or you can let me take care of you. But you canât have it both ways.â
You wanted to argue, to fight her on it, but your lips trembled with uncertainty. âBut, I... I canât just leave. This placeâitâs all I have. Iââ
The redhead stepped closer, green eyes flashing with a rare, intense frustration. âYou think this is optional?â she yelled sharply through the small space, leaving no room for doubt. âIâm doing this for you, and if you canât accept that, maybe weâre done here. You either take my help, or this arrangement is over.â
Your heart dropped, and a pang of desperation flared up inside you. The last thing you wanted was for her to walk out and leave you standing there, with only the smell of her perfume lingering behind. You felt your knees buckle, and before you knew it, you were on the floor, clutching at her sleeve, gazing up at her in pleading silence.
âPlease,â you whispered. âDonât go. Donât end this.â
Her lips quirked into a dark smile, her eyes traveling slowly down to where you knelt before her. âAlready on your knees for mommy? Maybe youâre finally learning.â
The heat in her eyes made your cheeks burn with embarrassment, and yet, some part of you thrilled at her approval, that faint but undeniable satisfaction in her body language.
You swallowed hard, feeling her fingers brush over your cheek as if savoring your quiet submission, and your pulse raced. She stepped back and tilted her head toward the door, her expression softening just a little. âNow get up. Youâre coming with me tonight.â
You blinked, surprised. âWhere?â
âTo my place,â she said, her tone decisive. âNo sense in staying here another night. Youâll see what itâs like to live somewhere better.â
Nervously, you gathered your things, feeling a strange thrill at the idea of seeing her home, even as the reality of this shift in your life sunk in. In a blur, you found yourself in her sleek, black car, barely speaking as she drove. And when you finally stepped into the garage of her penthouse, it felt like youâd entered another worldâone of order, elegance, and effortless luxury, all touched with her unmistakable presence.
You couldnât believe this was where you were spending the night, and the thought made your heart pound with nervous excitement. Even in this new space, with her watching you, you still felt that familiar mix of shyness and thrill.
Melissaâs penthouse was everything your cramped apartment wasnât: sleek, spacious, and expensive. The moment you stepped inside, you felt a little like youâd walked into a magazine spread, the kind of place youâd only ever imagined for people like her. Everything was polished marble and soft, warm lighting, a quiet sense of power and control in every line and surface. It was so distinctly herârefined, commanding, even a little intimidating. You couldnât shake the feeling of being out of place, no matter how much sheâd insisted on bringing you here.
âMake yourself at home,â she said, dropping her keys onto a side table. She gestured to a hallway on your right. âThe bathroom is down there. You can get cleaned up before dinner if you want.â
Grateful for a moment to compose yourself, you headed to the bathroom, which was easily twice the size of your entire apartment. After freshening up, you found an oversized shirt on your backpack that you had prepared for you earlier.
Dinner was surprisingly casual. Sheâd ordered from a high-end Chinese place nearby, and as you both sat at the table, she poured you a glass of wine, studying you with a cute smile that made your stomach flutter. She was still very much in control, still the same assertive woman whoâd marched into your life two weeks ago and decided she was going to change it. And yet, tonight, there was a gentler side to her. She asked you about things youâd never thought she cared to know, small details about your life and tastes, and for once, you felt like she was letting you into her world.
After dinner, she led you to the guest bedroom where youâd be staying. It was just as lavish as the rest of her home, with an enormous bed, plush sheets, and a view of the city lights twinkling against the night sky. You took a moment to freshen up again, glancing at yourself in the mirror and smoothing down your hair, wondering if sheâd think you looked good enough for her standards.
Then, on your way to find her again, you noticed the door to her room was ajar. You knew you shouldnât, but curiosity got the best of you, and you peeked in. There she was, her back to you, undressing in the dim light. You couldnât help but stare for a moment, taking in the lean, defined muscles of her back, the soft curves that hinted at a life of both strength and indulgence. Her skin was pale, smooth, and there was something undeniably mesmerizing about the way she moved, graceful and unhurried, like she knew exactly who she was and didnât care who saw it.
And then, there was herâŠyou couldnât help but notice it, a part of her you hadnât seen before, and your cheeks warmed as you realized you were staring into her pale ass. You felt a pang of embarrassment, quickly averting your eyes and stepping away before she could catch you. Youâd never imagined sheâd have that kind of effect on you, making you feel like some bashful kid with just a glimpse of her body.
Even though youâd only seen her for a second, your mind replayed the image of her exposed skinâher back, her pale assâagain and again. You were flushed, still unsure of what it all meant, or why your heart raced at the thought of what you'd just witnessed. It was almost like you were crossing some invisible line in your head, and it scared you.
You quickly shook your head, clearing your thoughts, and made your way back toward the living room, trying to avoid thinking about what youâd just seen. Melissa, however, never knew. She didnât even acknowledge it when you rejoined her in the main area, as if nothing had happened. The nonchalance with which she moved, made your thoughts scatter once more.
Later that night, she kissed you goodnight, but it wasnât like the kisses before. This one, lingering, almost brushing your lips, made your heart jump in your chest. The redhead woman didnât pull away immediately, letting the moment stretch just a little longer than usual. You stood there, stunned, your breath shaky as she pulled back, leaving you with an almost electric buzz in your body.
Green eyes met yours, cool but somehow warm at the same time. âSleep well, sweetheart. Weâll talk more tomorrow.â
âGoodnight, Melissa.â
You couldnât quite breathe properly as she turned, walking back toward her room, leaving you alone to process what had just happened. Your brain was spinning, unsure of what you were getting yourself into, but you knew one thing for sure. You were already in too deep to turn back.
And as you lay down in the guest bedroom, your body still warm from the kiss, the image of her naked skin lingered in your mind, both haunting and thrilling you in equal measure.
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