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Aubrey plaza x fem!reader
" I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. Thatâs the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if theyâre not much to look at, or even if theyâre sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. "
- J.D. Salinger, The catcher in the rye
Part 1
Y/N blinked, trying to get her bearings in the soft morning light streaming into her bedroom. She wasnât on the sofa anymore, and she certainly hadnât fallen asleep in her bed last night. But here she was, tucked neatly under her comforter, and beside her, separated by a few pillows, lay Aubrey. She was asleep, her face softened by rest, her features even more striking in the early morning calm.
A smile crept across Y/Nâs face as she studied Aubreyâs peaceful expression. She was undeniably beautifulânot just beautiful for her age, but in a way that felt timeless and grounded. It made Y/Nâs stomach flutter, and a slight pang of insecurity hit her; Aubrey was everything Y/N admiredâconfident, talented, and effortlessly alluring.
Feeling her heart race at the thought of Aubrey waking up to see her staring, Y/N slipped out of bed as quietly as possible, padding to the bathroom for a quick shower. When she returned, she busied herself in the kitchen, quietly making breakfast. The faint hum of the radio kept her company as she toasted bread and scrambled eggs, relishing the simple, cozy act.
âGood morning,â a familiar voice murmured, soft and sleepy, breaking Y/N out of her thoughts.
Y/N turned, catching sight of Aubrey leaning against the doorway, her hair still mussed from sleep. She looked comfortable, yet somehow effortlessly poised, even in Y/Nâs small kitchen. Y/N blushed, realizing how close they were.
âGood morning! Do you want something to drink?â Y/N asked, smiling. âI donât really drink coffee, but I can go grab you some from the cafĂ© around the corner if youâd like.â
Aubreyâs lips curved into a warm smile. âNo need, this is perfect. Iâm just happy to be here.â She stepped closer, glancing at the plates Y/N was setting up.
âSo⊠not to rush you out, but I have a mountain of work today,â Y/N said with a small, guilty grin. âYouâre welcome to stay, but just a heads-upâI might be a little boring.â
Aubrey laughed, her expression softening. âThatâs okay, I get it. I have some things to get to anyway.â She hesitated, then continued, âBut⊠Iâd love to see you again, if youâd like that.â
Y/Nâs face lit up, her smile wide and genuine. âIâd love that too.â
From then on, their connection only grew. They read together, taking turns with books y/n recommended, and spent hours talking about everything from their childhood dreams to favorite movies. After their third dateâa late-night visit to a bookstore followed by a stroll through a quiet parkâAubrey walked Y/N home. They held hands, a shared warmth between them, and when they reached Y/Nâs door, Aubrey leaned in, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to her lips. It was careful, as if reading Y/Nâs shyness and matching it with tenderness.
As the days turned into weeks, they grew more comfortable, falling into each otherâs lives seamlessly. Aubrey was patient, taking her time to get to know Y/N. She made Y/N feel safe, and Y/N adored every minute they spent together. Soon, they were FaceTiming in between meetings, texting about little things that made them think of each other, and finding moments to be together whenever they could.
When they finally crossed that last boundary, sharing their first night together, it was both gentle and passionate. They communicated, both eager yet considerate, learning each otherâs wants and needs. Aubreyâs natural confidence took over, her assertiveness balanced by her desire to make Y/N feel loved and respected. Y/N, in turn, was just as attentive, savoring every moment with Aubrey, discovering a balance between playful and deeply intimate.
Two months into their relationship, it wasnât just the two of them who noticed how special their connection was. After a dinner date, a paparazzi photographer managed to capture a candid shot of them leaving the restaurant hand in hand. By morning, the image was everywhere, spreading faster than Y/N could have imagined.
Aubreyâs publicist called with the news, explaining that the story had already taken off. Y/N knew Aubrey was a public figure, but she hadnât expected their private moments to become public conversation so suddenly. Their little bubble was shattered, and suddenly her face was online, next to Aubreyâs in articles and tabloid stories speculating about their relationship.
The attention was overwhelming. Y/Nâs friends started teasing her about dating âthe Aubrey Plaza,â while her familyâs reaction was more complicated. They had always known she was queer, but the age difference gave them pause, making them wonder if Y/N was really ready for such a serious relationship.
As the media frenzy grew, it was hard for Y/N to brush off the harsh comments onlineâinsinuations about why Aubrey would date someone younger, or assumptions about Y/Nâs motives. It felt as if the world was intruding into their private life, prying apart the joy they had found together.
But Aubrey was her anchor through it all. Late one evening, after Y/N shared how overwhelmed she felt, Aubrey wrapped her arms around her and whispered, âForget them. I know who you are, and you know who I am. The rest⊠it doesnât matter.â
They held each other close that night, letting the world outside fade, finding comfort in each otherâs presence. And as they lay there, Y/N knew that, no matter the scrutiny, what she shared with Aubrey was real, something worth fighting forâeven if theyâd have to face the world together, one step at a time.
As days went on, the intensity of the media attention didnât exactly die down, but Y/N and Aubrey learned to adjust. Aubrey handled it with practiced ease, guiding Y/N with little tips on how to ignore the comments and dodge prying eyes. Despite the pressure, they found solace in each other, learning to carve out quiet moments that felt like their own little world.
One evening, they decided to stay in for a movie night at Y/Nâs apartment. Y/N had loaded up a few of Aubreyâs favorite old films, trying her best to make it feel specialâa few candles, some popcorn, and a cozy blanket they could share.
âYou know,â Aubrey said, settling down next to Y/N, âI donât think Iâve had a better night in ages.â She glanced around, smiling at the thoughtful touches Y/N had put together. âYou really went all out.â
Y/N blushed, nudging her playfully. âItâs just popcorn and candles. Hardly a red carpet.â
Aubrey smirked, tilting her head. âItâs the thought, and you, that make it perfect.â She reached for Y/Nâs hand, entwining their fingers, and squeezed gently.
As the movie started, they fell into a comfortable silence, Y/N nestled into Aubreyâs side. The world outside felt far away, reduced to nothing more than the faint city hum in the distance. Halfway through the film, Aubrey leaned over and softly kissed Y/Nâs forehead, her lips lingering just a little longer than usual. Y/N looked up, her heart skipping as she met Aubreyâs gentle gaze.
âThank you for sticking with me through all of this,â Aubrey murmured, tucking a loose strand of Y/Nâs hair behind her ear.
Y/Nâs hand found its way to Aubreyâs cheek, tracing the soft lines of her face. âIâm not going anywhere. I knew this might be hard, but⊠youâre worth it.â She offered a small, reassuring smile. âAnd Iâm learning. I mean, Iâve got the best teacher.â
Aubrey chuckled, pulling Y/N closer. âFlattery will get you everywhere, just so you know.â
They spent the rest of the night laughing, sharing stories, and talking about the little things they hadnât yet told each other. Y/N felt a kind of warmth she hadnât felt beforeâa love that was both grounding and freeing, as if Aubrey had opened up parts of herself she didnât know existed.
A few weeks later, they decided to spend a weekend out of the city, heading to a secluded cabin by the lake. Aubrey had rented it on a whim, sensing that they both needed a little time to breathe away from the constant hum of the city.
On their first morning there, Y/N woke up to the smell of coffee and soft music playing. She wandered out to find Aubrey on the deck, wrapped in a flannel blanket with two mugs steaming in her hands. The sun was just rising, casting a soft pink glow over the lake.
Aubrey turned when she heard Y/N approach, her eyes lighting up. âMorning, sleepyhead. Thought youâd like to join me for the sunrise.â She handed Y/N a mug of tea, remembering she didnât drink coffee.
They sat in comfortable silence, watching the sun climb slowly above the horizon, casting a shimmering path across the water. It was quiet, almost surreal, and Y/N felt the weight of everything slip away, replaced with the calm of being completely at peace in the moment.
After a while, Aubrey shifted, turning toward Y/N. âYou know,â she said softly, âthis is the happiest Iâve been in a long time.â
Y/N looked at her, her heart swelling at the sincerity in Aubreyâs eyes. âI feel the same way,â she whispered. Then, unable to resist, she leaned in, capturing Aubreyâs lips in a soft, lingering kiss.
As they pulled away, Aubrey grinned, her eyes shining with something close to wonder. âI donât care about the noise, Y/N. As long as I have you, Iâm exactly where I need to be.â
Y/n beamed at her
"So, what are we reading today?" Aubrey asked after a few seconds of comfortable silence
"I thought maybe 'the catcher in the rye, its a classic"
Aubrey nodded before pulling the younger woman into another soft kiss.
They stayed like that, wrapped up in each other and the quiet beauty of the morning, with their book and hot drinks, feeling as if, just for that moment, they were the only two people in the world.
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Just a quick note:
i dont really think itll be a series, maybe a bunch of chapters that might actually work as a full story or at least the same like universe, but im not sure if ill continue to write it regularly or not so just an heads up.
Also im in love with Aubrey plaza.
#fic writing#aubrey plaza x reader#aubrey plaza#agatha all along#agatha x rio#agatha harkness x rio vidal#agathario
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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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Autumn in love - Nanami Kento
A/N: Another comforting and self-indulgent fic but what is new? I wish it could be cold already. Can't believe that its still 80 degrees F in Novemberđ.
Content: tooth-rotting fluff, husband! Nanami, female reader, barely proofread.
Fall was Kento's favorite season. Call it basic or boring, but to him, there was nothing better than the crunch of the reddened leaves when stepped on. The crisp aroma of fragrant air. The beauty of the world as it burst into shades of deep auburns and ambers. The mellowness of it all felt so enticing, much akin your husband's nature.
Taking the time to breath in the world on his way to and from work and sketching delicate figures during the evenings were among his favorite ways of enjoying this wonderful season. However, he was also much receptive to the ways you preferred to experience the autumnal weather. Your world was by extension, his own.
And with time, a beautiful fresco of collected memories painted your shared home. Trinkets that bore testament to your little adventures.
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The beautiful branch mounted on your wall
"Oooooo, look at this one!" You crouched to pick up yet another branch from the orchard's soft soil. Nanami turns away from the apple tree, a pristine pink lady in hand.
He chuckles when you run to him with a small branch whose tendrils curled in the shape of outstretched fingers.
"That sure is something, love." a smile pulled at his soft lips. "Though I am not sure if branches are included in the apple-picking fee."
You clung to his arm, nuzzling close with a simper that matched his own. "Well, good thing I'm not asking them."
Ever your accomplice, Kento helps you 'sneak' the branch out of the farm and insists on coating it to preserve it for you.
"You don't have to indulge my stupid fixations, Kento. Really." You watch him carefully handle the piece of wood in your garage, feeling bad about how much effort he's putting into this.
"Stupid?" He asks, deep voice tinged with a hint of surprise. The thought had never even occurred to him. He walks to you, and rests a tender hand against your cheek. Eyes holding your entire world as they looked at you with so much tenderness. "There is absolutely nothing that you, my dear wife, could enjoy that I would think is stupid."
You melt against his touch, and even more at his words. "Plus, that is an outstanding stick. Think we can record a video and send it to that one stick nation page?" He asks, pulling a honest laughter out of you.
"Great minds think alike, I see."
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The hand-made mug sat atop your night stand.
While on the way back from a quiet afternoon walk, you and Kento had stumbled upon a yard sale. The owner of the house, a little old lady beckoned you over the second she noticed how you had not so discreetly eyed her book collection.
Having spent what felt like a wonderful eternity browsing through the collection you believed to be way too big for one person to own in a lifetime, you realized you had lost sight of your husband. You hoisted your picks close to your chest and turned in search for Kento.
But as if sensing your quest for him, he practically materialized beside you.
"Let me help with that, darling." He coaxed most of the books from you before you could even think to refuse, holding them gently under one arm.
"Thank you, Ken" You smile, linking fingers with his other outstretched hand. "Did you find anything you liked?" You were hoping he was not bored.
"Uh-huh." He nods. "The owner's husband had an interesting tie collection. I left everything I liked at the entrance with her. Just wanted to come see how you were doing." His thumb rubbed gentle circles against your skin.
You reach the lady, with multiple items laid out on the big table that served as check-out station on top of which sat an old-fashioned cash register. She helps pack your purchases in a paper bag, while you absently look around the yard and admire the beautiful house behind you.
Unloading the purchases from the brown bag in your home, your eyes go round with curiosity when your fingers touch a delicate porcelain frame. You pull out a mug from the bag, its wide cream base decorated with small mushrooms and flowers. The handle curled like a vine, and you spent more than a few minutes admiring the glaze.
That means you did not notice Kento, who came leaning against the door frame, looking at you with a fond smile.
"Do you like it, love?" He asked, pulling your attention towards him.
"Do I like it??" You took a deep breath. "God, it's gorgeous. How did I not notice it?" You ask to yourself.
He pushes himself off the wall and walks to you, wrapping strong arms around your waist, your back pressed to his chest.
"It was in a pile of miscellaneous items. I knew you would enjoy it the second I saw it." He explained, his warmth seeping into you.
"You know me too well." You set the mug down and spin around in his arms so you're facing him. Eyes meet and before you know it, your lips follow in a tender embrace. "I need to get you something too." You whisper against his cheek.
"Having you here is more than enough." Kento replied earnestly.
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Just the sight of these small things warmed you through and through, reminders of Kento's love. Of his tender care, that made you want to open your heart even more than you already did. Hold him close for the colder months, and never let go even when the heat comes.
Hope you enjoyed it! Comments and reblogs are much appreciated (âÂŽâĄ`â)
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Back in time
Felix x Gn!reader
Word count: 3,094
Summary: You and Felix have been together for three years, so he decides to take you on a date that revisits your past.
It was Felixâs idea, and heâd been planning it for weeks, adding small, thoughtful touches to make the night unforgettable. On a warm, breezy Friday evening, he parked outside your office just as the sun was beginning to dip in the sky, casting a golden glow over the street. As he waited, he ran a hand nervously over his shirt, making sure everything was just right.
Finally, he saw you step out of the building, your face lighting up as you spotted him. You walked over with that effortless grace he loved, your hair catching the light and framing your face in soft waves. As you approached, he reached over to the passenger seat and lifted a bouquet of your favourite flowers toward you. They were wrapped in pale pink tissue paper with a small satin ribbon tied around the stems, just the way you liked them.
Your eyes widened in surprise as you opened the car door. âFelix, whatâs all this?â you asked, your voice full of delight as you climbed into the car and settled into the seat. You took the bouquet gently, lifting it to your face to breathe in the soft, sweet scent.
Felix grinned, his eyes warm as he watched your reaction. âJust a little something for the person I love,â he said with a playful smile, reaching over to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. âAnd... I was thinking we could go back to where it all began.â
Your lips curled into a knowing smile. You leaned back in your seat, twirling one of the peonies between your fingers as you looked at him with a mix of affection and curiosity. âYou mean the coffee shop on Rose Street?â you asked, your voice soft and filled with memories, as if you could already see yourselves sitting there, just as you did three years ago.
âExactly,â Felix replied, reaching over to squeeze your hand gently. He felt a familiar thrill at the touch, a warmth that hadnât faded even after three years together. He shifted the car into gear and pulled out onto the road, your fingers still entwined.
As he drove, you began to reminisce, laughter and warmth filling the car like a cocoon around you. Felix brought up the first moments of that evening, how heâd stood outside the cafĂ© for a good ten minutes before working up the courage to walk in, rehearsing his opening line in his head.
You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief. âReally? You seemed so calm and collected,â you teased, squeezing his hand. âI never wouldâve guessed.â
He let out a sheepish laugh, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your hand. âTrust me, I was far from calm. I was so distracted I could barely focus on my coffee. I kept thinking Iâd mess it up somehow, like maybe Iâd say the wrong thing, or youâd think I was boring. But thenâŠyou started telling me that story about the stray beagle you tried to adopt when you were seven, and all my nerves just melted away. I knew right then that weâd get along.â
Your cheeks flushed, and you chuckled, covering your mouth as you recalled the story you had shared with him that night. âOh, you mean the one where I tried to sneak a neighbourâs dog into the house and pretended he was a stray so my parents would let me keep him?â
Felix laughed too, shaking his head. âYes, exactly. Thatâs when I knew you were something specialâthis mix of sweet and bold and just the right amount of mischievous. I couldâve listened to you talk all night.â
You looked down at your entwined hands, your smile softening. âAnd youâŠyou had this quiet way about you, like you were listening to every single word. You looked at me like I was the only person in the world.â He paused, glancing at you with a tender smile. âYou still do.â
You felt your heart swell, and he lifted your hand to his lips, brushing a light kiss across your knuckles. âThatâs because you are, Felix.â
The rest of the drive was filled with the warmth of shared memories and soft laughter, each story making you feel as if you were falling in love all over again.
When you reached the café, Felix parked the car and quickly stepped around to your side to open the door, his hand outstretched as if he were holding something fragile and priceless. You took his hand, feeling the familiar warmth of his grip as he helped you out. For a moment, you stood there, side by side, taking in the sight of the little coffee shop on Rose Street, its windows softly glowing in the early evening light.
Felix looked over at you, a small smile tugging at his lips. âReady to go back in time?â
You smiled back, and you walked toward the entrance, hand in hand. Stepping inside, you were immediately enveloped by the warm, rich scent of freshly ground coffee, mingled with the faint aroma of vanilla and cinnamon from the pastries in the display case. The coffee shop hadnât changed at all in three yearsâthe same wooden tables, mismatched chairs, and bookshelves lined the walls. The hum of conversation from other patrons filled the cosy space.
Felix led you to the corner booth near the window, the same one you had shared on your first date. It was a small, intimate spot with just enough space for two people to sit close, overlooking the street outside. As you slid into your old seats, Felixâs grin grew wider, his eyes twinkling as if he were holding onto a delicious secret.
You looked around, taking in the nostalgic setting, your heart fluttering with memories. âThis placeâŠit feels exactly the same,â you murmured, tracing your fingers along the edge of the table. âDo you remember how nervous we were? I could barely keep my hands from shaking.â
Felix chuckled, reaching over to place his hand over yours. âOh, I remember,â he said, squeezing your hand gently. âBut look at us now. Three years later, and Iâm still sitting here wondering how I got lucky enough to find you.â
Your eyes met, and for a moment, you both fell silent, wrapped in a feeling that needed no words. The waitress arrived, breaking the spell, and without even glancing at the menu, Felix ordered your old drinks: a hot chocolate for himself and a chamomile tea for you, just as it had been that first night.
As you waited for your drinks, Felix slipped a hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small, folded note. âRemember this?â he asked, his voice soft but tinged with excitement.
Curious, You reached for the note, unfolding it slowly. Your eyes widened, and you let out a soft gasp as you took in the small, hand-drawn cartoon of a floppy-eared beagle, a familiar detail from the kidnapped beagle story. Underneath, in Felixâs handwriting, were the words âOur First Memory,â with a tiny, delicate heart drawn just above the dogâs head.
âYou kept this?â you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. You looked up at him, your eyes glistening. âAll this time?â
Felixâs expression softened, and he nodded, his gaze steady and warm. âIâve kept everything,â he said quietly, his fingers tracing yours on the table. âEvery note, every ticket stub, every little memory. I want to remember every little thing about us. I never want to forget even a single moment.â
You felt your heart swell, overwhelmed by the tenderness in his words. You looked back down at the drawing, your fingers brushing over the lines of the little beagle, drawn with such care and love. This wasnât just a reminder of your first dateâit was a symbol of everything Felix had come to mean to you.
Your drinks arrived, and as you lifted your cups in a small toast to each other, you couldnât help but think of how far you'd come, from the nervous excitement of that first date to the deep, steady love you shared now. Felix took a slow sip of his hot chocolate, his eyes never leaving your face, and you felt a little flutter in your chest, just as you had three years ago. You could feel the weight of his gaze and gave him a playful smile over the rim of your cup. you knew at that moment that no matter how many years passed, this memoryâand every other memory you'd built togetherâwould be cherished for a lifetime.
You lingered over your drinks, letting your conversation drift naturally between reminiscing and laughter. Felix brought up little details you had forgotten, moments you hadnât realised heâd noticed. âDo you remember how I nearly spilled my coffee?â he said, grinning sheepishly. âI was so distracted that night, trying to focus on what you were saying, but all I could think about was how Iâd never met anyone like you.â
You laughed, covering your mouth as you remembered. âOh, yes! You were gripping that mug like it was a lifeline!â you teased. âI actually thought you didnât like me, you were so quiet.â you paused, your eyes dancing as you looked back at him. âAnd yet here we are.â
Felix reached across the table, taking your free hand in his. His thumb brushed gently over your knuckles, a simple touch that made your heart skip. âI was nervous because I liked you so much. And thenâŠâ He chuckled, leaning back a little, âyou started laughing, and I was done for. I still remember your laugh from that nightâhow you tried to hide it with your hand, like you were embarrassed.â
You rolled your eyes, blushing. âI was! But then I saw the look on your face, like you were seeing something amazing. I donât think anyone had ever looked at me like that before.â You glanced down, feeling the warmth spread through your body, then looked back up at him with a soft smile. âI think thatâs when I started to fall for you.â
You continued talking about that night, each detail unfolding like pages in a cherished storybook. Felix told you how heâd noticed the way your eyes sparkled when you laughed, how your voice softened when you talked about things that mattered to you, and how when you left the cafĂ© that night, heâd already known he wanted to hold your hand, even though he was too shy to make the first move.
As you finished your drinks, Felix leaned in, his voice low and sincere. âThat nightâŠI knew it was only the beginning. And now, every time Iâm with you, I feel the same way.â
You squeezed his hand, your heart full. âI feel it too.â
You sat in quiet contentment for a moment, watching the café come to life around you, the other customers and clinking glasses a comforting backdrop. Finally, Felix took your hand again, helping you up, and together you left the café, stepping out into the evening light.
The sky was painted in soft hues of pink and gold as you began your walk to the park just a few blocks away. You walked in a companionable silence, hand in hand, as the sun dipped lower, casting a warm glow over the trees that lined the path. The air was crisp and tinged with the faint scent of autumn leaves. As you strolled along the winding trails, Felix pulled you a little closer, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
You meandered down paths you had walked three years ago, paths where youâd once laughed nervously, unsure of where things would lead. But now, you walked with an ease and familiarity that only time and love could bring, each step feeling as natural as breathing.
As you reached a clearing where the last light of day settled over the lake, Felix stopped and turned to you, a warm, tender smile on his face. He brushed a stray hair from your cheek, his fingers lingering just a moment longer than usual.
âThree years ago, I didnât know what life would be like with you,â he murmured, his voice soft. âBut nowâŠI canât imagine my life without you.â
You looked into his eyes, your own heart full as you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. âNeither can I,â you whispered.
You continued your walk as the last rays of sunlight faded, your hands entwined as naturally as if you had been made to fit together.
As you strolled along the path, the world around you grew quiet, the soft rustling of leaves and the gentle hum of crickets filling the air. The evening light faded to dusk, casting a peaceful glow over the park. Eventually, you approached a secluded spot where a small pond lay nestled among trees. The water was still, reflecting the fading colours of the sky above, and a faint mist rose from its surface, lending an ethereal beauty to the scene.
Felix slowed, glancing over at you as if gauging the perfect moment. He gently squeezed your hand, bringing you to a stop beside the pondâs edge. The serene quiet seemed to stretch between you, amplifying the sound of your heartbeat, and for a moment, you simply stood there, wrapped in the warmth of each otherâs presence.
Finally, Felix turned to face you, his expression tender and serious. âI have one more memory for us to make tonight,â he said, his voice soft but carrying a depth of emotion that made your heart skip a beat.
Your breath caught, your pulse quickening as you saw him reach into his jacket pocket, your mind racing with the possibilities of what this moment could hold. Your eyes widened as his hand emerged, holding a small velvet boxâa box that, even before it opened, seemed to hold a thousand promises. You could feel your heart flutter wildly, your gaze locked on his face as he took a deep, steadying breath and with a graceful certainty, dropped down onto one knee.
The world around you faded, leaving only the two of you together. His gaze fixed on yours with such love and vulnerability that your eyes filled with tears. In the soft glow of dusk, Felix looked up at you, his expression a beautiful blend of hope and devotion, but you could see the flicker of nerves in his eyes, a touch of uncertainty that made him all the more endearing.
âY/n,â he began, his voice steady but thick with feeling, âfor three years, youâve filled my life with laughter, love, and more happiness than I could ever hope for.â His hand, still holding the box, trembled slightly as he spoke, his gaze never leaving yours. âYouâve made me feel more understood, more whole, and more alive than I ever knew I could be. I want to keep walking this path with youâfor as many years as youâll have me.â
He opened the small box, revealing a delicate, shimmering ring nestled insideâa perfect symbol of the life he wanted to share with you. The diamond caught the fading light, casting a small glimmer between you, but you barely saw it; all you could focus on was Felix, his face filled with so much love and hope.
âWill you marry me?â he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, each word carrying the weight of his love for you.
Your heart overflowed, your hand flying to your mouth as you took in the depth of his words, the sincerity in his gaze. Your vision blurred with tears, and you nodded, a joyful, choked laugh escaping you as you found your voice. âYes,â you whispered, your voice full of emotion, then, louder, âYes, Felix. Yes, Iâll marry you!â
A radiant smile spread across his face as he rose to his feet, and you threw your arms around him, holding him tightly as he slipped the ring onto your finger. You stood there, wrapped in each otherâs arms, feeling as if the world had stopped just for you, as if time itself wanted to savour this perfect moment.
In that quiet spot by the pond, as the first stars appeared in the sky above, you shared a gentle, lingering kissâa kiss that promised a lifetime of memories still to be made, side by side.
As you sat down, wrapping your arms around each other, time seemed to slow, as if the whole universe was holding its breath to honour the moment you had just shared. The soft glow of the fading sunset bathed everything around you in warm, golden light, casting long shadows across the ground. The trees whispered in the breeze, their leaves rustling gently, as though nature itself was quietly celebrating their love.
Felix held you close, his cheek resting against the top of your head, the warmth of your body pressed against his. You sat in peaceful silence, the air between you filled with unspoken words. There was something so right, so completely perfect about this moment. It was as if you had circled back to where it all beganâthis very path where youâd walked together three years ago, sharing tentative smiles, shy glances, and stories of your lives. Now, you sat side by side in the stillness, your hearts beating together, knowing you had just created something even more special.
You leaned back slightly, your fingers gently tracing the edge of the ring on your finger, still overwhelmed by the beauty of what had just happened. You looked up at Felix, your eyes soft and filled with emotion. He gazed back at you with the same tenderness, the same love that had been there from the very beginning. There was no rush, no need to say anything else. In that quiet, sacred moment, you understood that you had just created another memory on this pathâa memory to join all the others that had led you here, to this place where you had chosen to build your future together.
It was as if the entire evening had been a beautiful thread, weaving together your past, your present, and your future. The setting sun, now sinking below the horizon, cast its last rays over you, and you realised that this memory would too be one you carried in your hearts forever. Just like all the othersâyour first date, your first kiss, the moments of joy and challenges you had faced togetherâit would stay with you, a constant reminder of how far you had come and how deeply you loved each other.
Hi hiiii, 2nd fic kinda nervous. This wasn't the one I thought I was gonna post but I felt like the other one was taking too long to finish so I decided to just post this one for now :3 This one actually has a happy ending since I managed to break all your hearts last time đ„Č I hope you guys enjoy it!
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Pollen and Potions: Beeman x afab!reader
Part Nine
In Which Lyith Gives Us a Biology Lesson
Ignore the silly picture iykyk
When Lyith came back from his work, the first thing he did was give you "the look". You weren't surprised. You were sure he had heard the news of your decision as soon as it could be delivered to him.
He didn't ask you any questions, like Rena did. But he did take you up in his arms, gave giving Rena a short nod. He flew you outside of the hive, all the way back to your house. Your soon to be "old" home.
You got to cooking up some ramen for yourself, and an old bag of hard candy for Lyith when he finally spoke.
"There is going to be a ceremony. It will be a lot different from how you bonded with Rena and I."
There was a silence.
"Are you mad?"
Lyiths posture remained still. You put down your chopsticks and walked over to him, hands reaching up to massage his shoulders. His skin didn't give in the same way human skin did but you could still make out the muscle underneath. It did seem to relax him a bit as his shoulders traveled downward.
"I just... feel like you were pushed into it. I know Haven. He can be very pushy." He still didn't look at you.
You smiled, and put a hand up to Lyitha chin pulling it down so you could kiss him. His stiff posture relaxed slowly into you, his hand reaching up to your cheek. After a moment he pulled away, his breath puffing against your lips.
"I've thought about it. Its still really new to me, but I want to take care of everyone in the best way that I can. And while Haven IS persuasive..." you pecked his lips again, staring into those lovely big eyes. "I can handle it. And its not like ill have to give you and Rena up, right?"
Lyith wrinkled his nose.
"Itll be different. We won't see you as much. And you'll be pregnant so everyone is going to be all over you all the time. Your first clutch is going to drive everyone crazy. Your going to have to be really firm with your boundaries."
"I refuse to let this affect our relationship. Speaking of.... When I talked to Haven, he told me you were a kvasir. And a high class drone on top of everything."
Your mind kept going back to all the intimate moments you had spent with Lyith.
"I only work as a kvasir when Haven wants a day off. He is way better at it then I am. As for the drone bit..." His eyes got a little heated. "You've known that I've been a drone since the day we met. What about it?"
You fidget a bit under Lyiths searching gaze.
"Well... I've been thinking. And I want the first time i... experience the whole egg thing to be with you. I want you to be my first."
He blinked at you before his lips tugged up, pure joy radiating through the bond, and shining from his face.
"I would be honored, my love."
He reached his lips to yours again, soft at first. His body captured yours, arms grasping around you in a tender embrace. Then the kiss started to smolder, Lyiths lips growing more demanding. You gave into him happily, opening yourself up to his tongue as it teased the inside of your mouth.
You laughed.
Your body coursed electric as his hands started to travel up and down your body, tracing the curves and dips of your torso, then down to your lower stomach. He stopped and twirled his finger in circles just above the top of your pants. A smirk was starting to form on his lips as he pulled away.
"You can't leave me alone for even a second, huh?"
He harrumphed, but it came out as more a chirp, as his body began to purr.
"Its only natural."
He pulled at your jeans, pulling them down to your knees. He stayed there, looking back up at you with hungry eyes. The old kitchen table bit into the skin of your backside, as your core pooled into liquid fire.
You swallowed. Lyiths smile was full of mischief. His hand crept slowly from your thigh upwards.
"You know... maybe I should give you a lesson. On the reasons why drones need to sexually please their Queens so often..."
His fingers traced over your clothed mound and up towards the waist of your underwear. Your breathes were coming out labored.
"Y-yeah? There's a.... a reason?" You gulped. He was slowly pulling down your underwear, the cool air hitting your bare skin. He pulled them down to your ankles and rose. He grabbed your waist and lifted you onto the table. With one hand he pushed you back so you were laying down, core on full display before him.
This seemed to please Lyith as an expression of satisfaction settled on his features. He reached and pulled your lips apart. A finger traced the outside of your lips, but didn't venture any further inside.
"When a young Queen is freshly bonded, her mental state and her mana can be very... sensitive."Â He began to trace the inside of your lips, making you squirm.
Fuck. You swear you could cum just from Lyiths husky voice. The way it had you dripping should be illegal.Â
"A Queens pleasure stabilizes their mood and mana. Meaning their bonds to their mates aren't stressed. And when they... orgasm..."Â His fingers started to rub at your clit, making you intake a sharp breath, thighs tightening.
Every syllable was charged and fluid, as his words melted together and into you, like a caress.
"...the queen produces a special form of magic. It floods through the hives mana. Its like water. A vital nutrient."
His fingers were swirling up and down and around your clit, hypnotizing motions. Lyith leaned in closer to your heat. You could feel his breath on you as he spoke.
"And Drones, we are sensative to it. We are so thirsty for it. For your pleasure. To feel wave after wave of it from you." He inunciated slowly, eyes like fire.
"Until all you can do is cum and cum and cum."
With this he attacked your core, licking and sucking with so much enthusiasm you were already right on the brink. When he started to suckle on your clit, you crashed over, a tsunami of ecstasy crashing over every millimeter of your body.
When you came down, chest heaving Lyith was full of mirth and lust.
"Do you really love my lesson that much? You came so quickly. Perhaps my Queen needs me to educate her like this more often?"
You couldn't answer, just crane your head up to look at him as you gasped for air.
After a moment he started to stroke you again, this time using his other fingers to take leisurely pumps inside your already wet heat.
"The ceremony will be different. Their will be the banquet with the rest of the hive. Then their will be the swarming. When each drone will have a chance to fill you will eggs."
He started to pump faster now, each ragged drag of his fingers against your walls sending heat and electricity through you, making you mewl. His innocent round face was positively sinful as he stared at you with such intensity. His hips were bucking into the side of the table as he went on.
"A Queen must take as many eggs as possible. Not all of them will be properly fertilized and... mmm. Some will eventually....ahhh. Will liqify and turn into a magical... goo that will be absorbed into the egg for food. And into your womb..."
His breaths were coming out ragged now. As he upped the pace of the fingers inside of you, he upped his own rutting against the table. His change of expression as he absolutely lost himself only added to the pressure and heat in your core.
"Mmm.... you'll have to be... so full for us..." the thought seemed to do something to him, because he groaned out, reaching his peak. Seeing him come undone brought you over the edge with a sharp cry.
The kitchen was filled with ragged breathing as the two of you came down from your high. You laughed, giving Lyith a smile that he returned.
When you had got off the table and buttoned up your jeans, Lyith had gone over to try to work the microwave on your cold ramen. You reached over and embraced his back, watching as he tried to fiddle with the buttons.
"Hey Lyith?" You whispered into his back.
"Hmm?"
"I'll always make time for you." You gave him a big squeeze.
The two of you spent the rest of the night in your old room, cuddling before passing out for the night. You promised yourself this wouldn't be the last time you spent alone with him.
This is really bad and unedited but!!! Lyith got to live out a little of his school teacher fantasy! Hope you enioyed!
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Reading SVSSS: Bonus- Chapter 32
For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!
If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.
Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.
Yes it is 8 am and yes I am eating chicken gnocchi soup for breakfast. I stand that soup is and always will be a breakfast food.
No hot drinks today! This wedding required a feast :'3
I can't believe this is it! The series finale if you will.
I have been waiting 32 chapters for this moment. at last!!!
This man (SQQ) has been sleeping with this other man for what- months(?) years(?) at this point and he is STILL over here totally bewildered at the fact that LBH does not want to marry a woman. p355
This is kind of sweet though. I'm so glad Cang Qiong Mountain sect has embraced these two absolute weirdos. I love that they can visit now! It warms my romantic heart that they can travel for a while and then come "home" for a time. p355
omg these two are so embarrassing. The way in which LBH is asking him to marry him is so awkward. p359
oh no, now I feel like an asshole because LBH was SO NERVOUS the days leading up to him asking. (granted totally fair with how SQQ acts towards him/about their relationship- I too would not know if he wanted to actually marry me or not in this situation). I just want to pinch LBH's cheeks though, why is he so cute. p360
aaaaaah- this is so cute. SQQ being actually happy about him asking instead of trying to gaslight himself and side step his feelings or "reluctantly" agreeing to marry LBH pp360-361
my heaaaaaaaart LBH's confession pp362-363
The fact that LBH had wedding outfits ready. I need to know two things; 1. where/how did he get them and 2. how long has he had them and had this planned. p363
I truly don't know if MXTX has written a tender sex scene. Why does it always have to be a little traumatic? Granted I have only read SVSSS and MDZS BUT both of these series have either uncomfortable (SVSSS) or just have freak4freak energy (MDZS-but I will take this over crying and bleeding) there's never something soft and lubed. I hope that TGCH has something (no spoilers pls) but my bar is so low. (okay but wangxian was fine for the most part- they just were also dry and mutually unhinged). pp366-367
NO LOL the wife-ing of SQQ. p370
Okay okay- the ending was so sweet. The little shy embarrassed SQQ calling Binghe husband and him pretending not to hear. My headcanon is that eventually over time SQQ feels less and less embarrassed, works through his internalized homophobia, and learns to say what he actually feels more often. Even without my hopes and dreams, I still think this ending was such good character growth for SQQ.
Holy shit we did it!
Thank you to everyone who joined me on this reading journey. It has been so fun getting to read the books along with you and talk about the experience.
I am a little bit sad that it is over :'3
I do however, now have a pile of fanfic to start working through and am so stoked to continue this journey via fan works. Thank you, thank you to everyone who sent me fics to read!!
In terms of what is next- I will likely spend some time reading SVSSS fanfic- if I get to a point where like Wangxian, I have hundreds of fics in my collection, I may start recing Bingqiu!
BUT in terms of danmei, I am hoping to read TGCF next and round out my MXTX collection (likely end of December start)!
This has been such an amazing experience that I will continue to live blog future danmei series :)
Thank you thank you again!
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âPersonal Assistantâ Pt 6
Fandom: Saw franchise
Characters/Pairing: Mark Hoffman x fem/afab reader
Rating: PG-13? For this part maybe?
Tags/Warnings: feeding kink, belly kink, chubby Hoffman (duh obviously), bratty behavior, banter, switchy behavior for both characters, animal name calling/terms (lotta bear and maybe some pig and/or cat endearments here), general adult language
Summary: Itâs Hoffmanâs birthday so his secretary takes him out (even if her motivation is pretty selfish).
Authorâs Notes: Written as a light, little distraction, so please enjoyâhopefully itâs a nice little distraction for you too.
None of these installments really take place in any particular order, btw. Theyâre just little slices of life.
WAY MORE emphasis on the feedery stuff in this one. Just be warned (or be excited idk).
As usual, there might be grammatical and spelling errors that Iâll try and fix later.
Hoffman begrudgingly (though still tender and endeared towards you) let you drag him around downtown, settling at some nice though generic enough restaurant that you had made reservations at. He wasnât a man super keen and enthused about celebrations and milestones, which was why he moved hesitantly along when you sprung it on him that you were taking him out for his birthday. It took some investigative work on your own, under his nose, but in a workplace where everything about everyone was on record, in print, it wasnât hard to learn his birthdate.
âCheer up, you big grumpy bear,â you chimed, guiding him towards the restaurant entrance with a hand on his back.
âYou must really be sweet on me to go to this trouble. You know I donât care about this kinda thing.â
âDonât make it sound sappy,â you hushed him. âSecretaries do shit like this for their bosses. Keep them organized and on task and content. It may as well be part of my job.â
âI dunno, darlinâ. Thereâs a lot you do for me that isnât necessarily part of the job description.â
âSo donât let it go to your big head, because maybe thatâs for me. Anyways, you better say thank you. Youâre gonna love it here.â You bustled around hautily, feeling as though you should have clipped a leash to your boss to get him to haul his ass. (âHeâd probably like that,â you noted.)
His stern features softened, taking a moment to cast a glance down at you warmly. âI know I will, babydoll. Maybe Iâm humoring you because you went to so much trouble. And you look so pretty.â His look took a sassy slant as he looped a finger through a loose strand of hair hanging by your ear.
âOh yeah yeah,â you rolled your eyes (one time of hundreds to come that night). You leaned your head away, strand of hair untangling from his finger. âYouâre humoring me? You act like youâre not excited to eat.â
âI think youâre the one excited that Iâm gonna be eating,â he grinned in that smug feline way. He made a demonstration of grazing a hand over his softened belly, which you smacked lightly.
You took hold of his necktie (a nicer heather purple one you had picked out and left in his office that morning, almost as a threatening reminder of the occasion) and yanked it lightly, bringing his face down towards yours. âWe can turn around and leave. Because you donât sound so excited to have a nice dinner, birthday boy.â You sliced in the moniker like a cutting insult.
Hoffman enclosed his large hands around yours, still encircling his tie. âThis is very sweet of you, and I would love nothing more than to have my very beautifulâand very hard assâassistant spoil me and shove cake in my mouth for dessert.â
Your eyes lit up. âIâll shove cake in your mouth if youâre good and finish all your food. All of it.â
âWhatever you want, honey. Iâm on my best behavior tonight.â
You loosened your hand from his tie, letting your fingertips drift down his chest. âIâm gonna roll you outta here when weâre done,â you whispered, voice a little rough on the edges with excitement. But it was so goofy you had to giggle.
âThatâs kinky, baby. I wish you would.â He gave you that snarky grin once again and let you drag him through the foyer by his jacket lapel.
â
You had sort of glazed over what all Hoffman had eaten, even though he let you order each course for him. The only vague reminders were the remaining dishes with crumbles of sausage and sauce, or some coated in chimichurri and bloody steak juices. A lot of meat and pasta for a big guy, you justified.
More attention was paid to how worn Hoffman was looking, and how he had adjusted his pants as he finished off each dish. You had noticed at two separate points his hands roamed downwards to undo some buttons; the first time was the lowest button on his shirt, which tucked uncomfortably tight under the curve of his belly; the second time was the main button on his pants, which would have been straining more obviously if not for his belt and suspenders keeping him strapped into his clothes.
You peeked under the table to confirm which buttons and other clasps had come undone. Grinning, you reached your high heel across the booth to toe at his gut teasingly.
You could see him wince slightly as he gripped your ankle and started massaging your calfâall an attempt to stop poking at his overfull belly.
âPlease, baby, none of that now,â he pleaded softly, tiredly. He was so cute and pathetic with his sleepy blue eyes and his muffled little burps, all the while still tending to rubbing your leg (as if it wasnât his own birthday that he should have been pampered on).
âSo no cake?â you pried, eyebrows raised.
He looked at you somewhat defeatedâall typical traces of sarcasm and cockiness dulled down (but never completely gone). âCan we take it to go? I think I need to lay down.â
âOf course, Hoffy-Bear. Iâll be nice about it since itâs your birthday. I guess.â You blepped your tongue out at him before gesturing towards the server for a little to-go cake and the check (on Hoffmanâs card of course).
Once those final details had been squared away, you took your time getting up from the booth, savoring the way your boss heaved himself to his feet. The way he pulled himself up and out from the cushy red seating was such a feat, looking heavy and laborious. He hadnât bothered fastening back up the two loosened buttons, but instead did the whole maneuver of hoisting his belt and waistband up with a small grunt.
He wasnât the type to let on that he was strugglingâat least not in publicâand so kept his whining and wincing under his breath⊠Though his shallow breathing was hard to mask. Especially with the foolish attempts to suck in his gut, which barely moved with his inhale, so it rounded out burdensomely in front of him. Being so stuffed and moving so cautiously only emphasized the distinct waddle in his gait.
âNeed help?â you couldnât help but pipe up, spikes and lace all in your tone. As you stood, you placed one hand on his lower backâas you had when you all had enteredâbut the other secured firmly to his stomach, all solid and warm.
âThought you were gonna be nice,â he grumbled at you.
You just giggled, guiding him out with slow, steady steps.
â
âComfy, sir?â you inquired in an overly-babying tone.
You two had hauled it back to your apartment (Hoffman was seldom big on having you over at his, blaming the lack of comfort or too much mess) where you had let your boss settle back onto your bed. Lacey, silky trimmings fluttered around him as he took in the comfort of all your pillows under his back and head.
He didnât quite answer, though he looked to be on the brink of sleep: eyes shading down lower than usual, blue irises glassy. A fragile âMmmmâ left his lips.
âToo tired for that birthday cake?â you prodded.
âUgh⊠I guess not. Not if you promise to be sweet on me if I eat it.â
âOf course, Hoffy. Anyways, you gotta blow out your candle and make a wish.â
He nodded incoherently, allowing you the moment to retrieve the cake in the kitchen and plate it up with a single lit candle.
When you returned, seating yourself within the little room his lap allowed, he had groggily repositioned himself so that his suspenders were undone and slack at his sides, with one hand enveloped beneath his undershirt, and the other clutching one of your stuffed animals in the cleft between his chest and his tummy. It was too adorable. If he was more awake to catch you gawking he wouldâve barbed something smart off at you. But he was so damn tired.
âOkay make a wish,â you instructed, cake held out in front of his face.
âNot even gonna sing to me, huh?â
âDo you really want me to?â
You exchanged shit-giving glances before he blew out the little flame. You immediately scooped a heaping bite of Devilâs Food onto the fork and poised it before his lips, your other hand gingerly propping his chin up.
Without question, he slid his mouth over the fork, pinkened thick lips becoming slick with frosting and saliva.
The motion repeated in silence, save for some quiet groans and hiccups on his part. The thing was, the slice was bigger than typicalâreally meant to serve two to four people.
âSuch a good boy for finishing all that,â you cooed with a slight edge of condescending playfulness. âWhatta big bear.â You set the plate aside and gave his belly a light but firm pat. Other than the very obvious visual evidence, you could feel how stuffed he was in how his gut barely had any give to the touch, under that black, stiff, starched fabric. Only a solid wobble as he shifted around and breathed.
âUgh, I feel like going into hibernation. You donât need to coddle me like that,â he snipped, too incapacitated to sound threatening.
âMaybe I wanna. Whatcha gonna do about it?â
âNothing I guess. Too full of cake⊠Which is entirely your fault.â
You were about to sass him for such choice words, when you decided to indulge in the situation instead. You spread your fingers over his broad sides, brushing up against the dips of his love handles, and raked your touch in a deep massage.
Hoffman squirmed slightly, a tiny frustrated grunt bumbling from his lips. âKnew it.â
âWhat?â you feigned offense, not relenting at your soft, slow presses into his bulk.
âThis wasnât for my birthday, this was so you could get me all fat and sleepy and play with me like Iâm some kinda toy.â
âArenât you? My big stuffed bear,â you laughed lightly.
It was his turn to roll his eyes at you. Nonetheless he reached a hand over one of yours, guiding your smaller palm around his gut. âRight there⊠Ah⊠Yes. Like that. A little softer, please.â
âUsually Iâd give you shit for trying to micromanage me, but I did promise to be nice.â
âThatâs right.â Hoffman pinched your chin with his free hand.
You undid the rest of his shirt buttons, looking over how the tight white shirt underneath had rolled up over the curve of his stomach.
âI know itâs not typical,â he went on, âbut would it be so bad if I fell asleep here tonight? Iâm fucking exhausted.â
âYou donât have to work tomorrow?â
âI made a point to take tomorrow off. So if Iâm not at work, neither are you.â
âI canât argue with that,â you murmured, roaming your hands up to his face, pushing away the unkempt curtain of black hair that had previously been slicked back. âWell, Iâll be sure to get up early anyways. Gotta make you a decent breakfast.â
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Excellent news turns out there was a miscommunication and Mr. Knight isn't still interested--learned instead that what actually is the case is that he DOES know and understand why the relationship ended. He is committed to avoiding me at all costs now so that he can move on, which is fair enough. I didn't think we could be friends after this. Bad news I have to think with nuance and admit to myself that I was not entirely blameless either and that I do need to be careful not to conclude in bouts of anger or sadness that I was an innocent victim who suffered and endured the slings and arrows of outrageous treatment like a saint and now to deal with residual negative feelings with more wisdom and care than previous fanning of flames
#it is much easier for me to hold onto outrage and grief and anger#because i think part of me is afraid that i put him off dating for good#or that i hurt him so badly that he'll carry that forever#i think it's easier to be hard and untouchable but i CANT and i cant let myself#at the end of the day he IS a brother in Christ and my friends' friend.#we were just not suited for each other#it isnt that he was a villain or an idiot#he's just not the right person and that's fibe#fine#after learning this today i realised that yes i AM angry still. and hurt. and i let that become bitterness at times#but i still have some tender feeling toward him which is kind of like an echo#he's discerning for the diaconate! and i think he could be a good one too#he has kindness fidelity and love for God and is very steadfast#and if God is calling him to be a deacon i think he will be a wonderful one#i can wish him well and keep moving on#and not be so repulsed by that tenderness i think#but take it as genuine appreciation for what he used to be to me#i am glad that he was the first boy i dated. despite the things that did not work at all#he was the first person who showed me that kind of boyishly clumsy but altogether sincere love#ex. his left sleeve was all wet on the first date because he held his umbrella so far over me#anyway it is hard to reconcile that happiness with the crushing sadness#that came afterwards and it is very hard to hold the joy of the first half of the relationship#with all the troubles of the later half and the hurt that followed#but it's easier now to look at all of this and not feel terrible lol#God's grace! and His hand throughout#my heart is a lot more at peace now :) i was so so angry in the weeks leading up#to valentine's day. it is good to remember that mr knight is first and foremost a brother in Christ#and that while we will never share the same kind of happiness we had during the relationship again with each other#we will share in the same joy of our Lord's victory#anyway many thoughts :)
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Nature is healing.
I burned the Meadow a couple weeks ago. At first it looked like nothing but charred ashes and dirt, with a few scorched green patches, and I was afraid I'd done something terrible. But then the sprouts emerged. Tender new leaves swarming the soil.
My brother and I were outside after dark the other day, to see if any lightning bugs would emerge yet. We had been working on digging the pond. That old soggy spot in the middle of the yard that we called "poor drainage," that always splattered mud over our legs when we ran across it as childrenâit isn't a failed lawn, and it never was.
Oh, we tried to fill in the mud puddles, even rented heavy machinery and graded the whole thing out, but the little wetland still remembered. God bless those indomitable puddles and wetlands and weeds, that in spite of our efforts to flatten out the differences that make each square meter of land unique from another, still declare themselves over and over to be what they are.
So we've been digging a hole. A wide, shallow hole, with an island in the middle.
And steadily, I've been transplanting in vegetation. At school there is a soggy field that sadly is mowed like any old field. The only pools where a frog could lay eggs are tire ruts. From this field I dig up big clumps of rushes and sedges, and nobody pays me any mind when I smuggle them home.
I pulled a little stick of shrubby willow from some cracked pavement near a creek, and planted it nearby. From a ditch on the side of the road beside a corn field, I dug up cattail rhizomes. Everywhere, tiny bits of wilderness, holding on.
I gathered up rotting logs small enough to carry and made a log pile beside the pond. At another corner is a rock pile. I planted some old branches upright in the ground to make a good place for birds and dragonflies to perch.
And there are so many birds! Mourning doves, robins, cardinals and grackles come here in much bigger numbers, and many, many finches and sparrows. I always hear woodpeckers, even a Pileated Woodpecker here and there. A pair of bluebirds lives here. There are three tree swallows, a barn swallow also, tons of chickadees, and there's always six or seven blue jays screaming and making a commotion. And the goldfinches! Yesterday I watched three brilliant yellow males frolic among the tall dandelions. They would hover above the grass and then drop down. One landed on a dandelion stem and it flopped over. There are several bright orange birds too. I think a couple of them are orioles, but there's definitely also a Summer Tanager. There's a pair of Canada Geese that always fly by overhead around the same time in the evening. It's like their daily commute.
The other day, as I watched, I saw a Cooper's Hawk swoop down and carry off a robin. This was horrifying news for the robin individually, but great news for the ecosystem. The food chain can support more links now.
There are two garter snakes instead of one, both of them fat from being good at snaking. I wonder if there will be babies?
But the biggest change this year is the bugs. It's too early for the lightning bugs, but all the same the yard is full of life.
It's like remembering something I didn't know I forgot. Oh. This is how it's supposed to be. I can't glance in any direction without seeing the movement of bugs. Fat crickets and earwigs scuttle underneath my rock piles, wasps flit about and visit the pond's shore, an unbelievable variety of flies and bees visit the flowers, millipedes and centipedes hide under the logs. Butterflies, moths, and beetles big and small are everywhere.
I can't even describe it in terms of individual encounters; they're just everywhere, hopping and fluttering away with every step. There are so many kinds of ants. I sometimes stare really closely at the ground to watch the activities of the ants. Sometimes they are in long lines, with two lanes of ants going back and forth, touching antennae whenever two ants traveling in opposite directions meet. Sometimes I see ants fighting each other, as though ant war is happening. Sometimes the ants are carrying the curled-up bodies of dead antsâtheir fallen comrades?
My neighbor gave me all of their fallen leaves (twelve bags!) and it turns out that piling leaves on top of a rock and log pile in a wet area summons an unbelievable amount of snails.
I always heard of snails as pests, but I have learned better. Snails move calcium through the food chain. Birds eat snails and use the calcium in their shells to make egg shells. In this way, snails lead to baby birds. I never would have known this if I hadn't set out to learn about snails.
In the golden hour of evening, bugs drift across the sky like golden motes of dust, whirling and dancing together in the grand dramas of their tiny lives. I think about how complicated their worlds are. After interacting with bees and wasps so much for so long, I'm amazed by how intelligent and polite they are. Bumble bees will hover in front of me, swaying side to side, or circle slowly around me several times, clearly perceiving some kind of information...but what? It seems like bees and wasps can figure out if you are a threat, or if you are peaceful, and act accordingly.
I came to a realization about wasps: when they dart at your head so you hear them buzzing close by your ears, they're announcing their presence. The proper response is to freeze and duck down a bit. It seems like wasps can recognize if you're being polite; for what it's worth, I've never been stung by a wasp.
As night falls, bats emerge and start looping and darting around in the sky above. If the yard seems full of bugs in the day, it is nothing compared to the night.
I'm aware that what I'm about to describe, to an entomophobe, sounds like a horror movie: when i walk to the back yard, the trees are audibly crackling and whirring with the activity of insects. Beetles hover among the branches of the trees. When we look up at the sky, moths of all sizes are flying hither and thither across it. A large, very striking white moth flies past low to the ground.
Last year, seeing a moth against the darkening sky was only occasional. Now there's so many of them.
I consider it in my mind:
When roads and houses are built and land is turned over to various human uses, potentially hundreds of native plant species are extirpated from that small area. But all of the Eastern USA has been heavily altered and destroyed.
Some plants come back easily, like wild blackberry, daisy fleabane, and common violets. But many of them do not. Some plants need fire to sprout, some need Bison or large birds to spread them, some need humans to harvest and care for them, some live in habitats that are frequently treated with contempt, some cannot bear to be grazed by cattle, some are suffocated beneath invasive Tall Fescue, Kentucky bluegrass, honeysuckle or Bradford pears, and some don't like being mowed or bushhogged.
Look at the landscape...hundreds and hundreds of acres of suburbs, pastures, corn fields, pavement, mowed verges and edges of roads.
Yes, you see milkweed now and then, a few plants on the edge of the road, but when you consider the total area of space covered by milkweed, it is so little it is nearly negligible. Imagine how many milkweed plants could grow in a single acre that was caretaken for their prosperityâenough to equal fifty roadsides put together!
Then I consider how many bugs are specialists, that can only feed upon a particular plant. Every kind of plant has its own bugs. When plant diversity is replaced by Plant Sameness, the bug population decreases dramatically.
Plant sameness has taken over the world, and the insect apocalypse is a result.
But in this one small spot, nature is healing...
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Saw jockchan x nerd reader. I was wondering if you could write something about swim captain Chan x quiet female reader ?
pairing: SwimCaptain!Chan x Quiet!fem!Reader
t/w: smut ; semi-public sex ; secret relationship ; oral (f!rec) ; jealousy ; exhibitionism kink (but no exhibitionism) ; unprotected sex (be smarter, donât do that).
w/c: around 1,8k
a/n: Itâs 1:45 a.m. here, Iâm going to sleep now. Hope you like it! âĄ
18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
There are 25 minutes left until the end of the training session when you arrive.
"Come see me at training today, it will bring me luck for tomorrowâs championship." This was his sweet request this afternoon, and you naturally said yes; it's just a pity that you arrived an hour late.
Your quick steps to take a seat in the stands canât be heard by the guys as they talk near the pool, but Chan notices you the moment you enter.
His head turns in your direction and he smiles at you, waving a hand at you. You do the same, returning the greeting.
Immediately, his eyes shift to Changbin and Jisung though, members of the team, who seem to be arguing, and he approaches them.
It doesnât take you long to understand that they were arguing about who is the fastest swimmer of the two, as shortly after they are giving each other challenging looks as they get into position and enter the water when Chan gives them the signal.
You like seeing him in leader mode in moments like this. Itâs extremely hot, but also really cute when he turns in your direction to look at you, shaking his head in exasperation, making you giggle.
But your attention shifts a little further away from you when you hear a girl speaking.
"Did you see him? Now you canât say he isnât gorgeous." One of the two girls says to the other.
âHeâs freaking perfect, oh my God,â the other girl comments. âWhat did you say his name was?â
âBang Chan; Iâll give you his Instagram.â
Your teeth clench at the last sentence. Are they talking about Chan? Your Chan?
The same Chan who kisses, fucks, and cuddles you every day?
You briefly consider letting them know. You should turn to them and tell them to their faces, but thereâs something holding you back, keeping you still. And this thing prohibits you from letting them know how things really are, so you sit there in silence, enduring their annoying compliments about him for what feels like endless minutes.
Yes, his body and muscles are stunning. Yes, his voice is sensual and his laugh is sweet. Yes, he has an irresistible gaze. Do they really need to keep repeating that?
When the training ends and you think youâve finally gotten rid of them, theyâre in front of him before you can make a move.
You watch them from afar, standing and waiting, trying to appear as normal and indifferent as possible while they congratulate the captain for his hard work as a leader. Ah, and also for his hard work in the gym.
He chuckles with his dimples showing, first shaking his hands in front of himself in a gesture of denial, but ending up scratching the back of his neck as he thanks them cordially. The two girls look at each other and giggle.
But a few minutes later, itâs you who finds yourself in the locker room with him, his hands on your hips and his lips on yours, feverish and needy.
âWere you jealous?â He grins teasingly, but deep down he feels immense tenderness and perhaps a little embarrassment knowing that you love him so much that you canât stand other girls complimenting him in that way.
You donât respond, looking at his bare chest and hoping heâll stop.
His smile grows, âI saw how you were looking at them, your eyes were burning flames.â He stifles a chuckle as you raise your head with a guilty expression.
âWas I that obvious?â You ask, your cheeks starting to blush, embarrassed by your exaggerated reaction.
âYes, but I like it.â He leans in to kiss you again, but soon his hands slip under your shirt and you break the kiss.
âChan, we canât do this here.â you whisper against his lips. All the other guys from the team are just meters away, taking a shower. You risk being heard, and you donât want that to happen.
âBut I need you now.â he whispers on your neck, starting to leave warm, wet kisses.
You donât respond, but you tilt your head to give him more space and donât stop him, and he takes this action as agreement.
He licks and sucks on a patch of your skin, leaving a red mark that will be prominently displayed for days. He might get completely hard just at the thought of you walking around with the mark of his presence on your body, even if others donât know whose it is.
He pulls away and admires it, then gives it one final kiss, making you hiss from the slight pain.
Needy, his hand grabs yours and pulls you into the bathroom. You donât resist; you follow him, silent, and together you enter one of the showers, closing the curtain. The one in the corner, with an empty shower next to it.
And then, Chan turns on the water, wetting both of you, although not completely.
âChan, you finally came in, why did it take you so long?â Changbin yells from a few showers away.
âI just had a moment with Y/n.â Chan responds casually, as if he werenât currently lowering your shorts and underwear at the same time.
âOh, sheâs already gone?â This time itâs Jisungâs voice.
âYeah, she went back to the dorm.â
Thereâs something, something that arouses both of you at the idea that youâre doing something you shouldnât be doing while his friends are there, just meters away from you, unaware.
His fingers move skilfully between your folds, rubbing your clit with one finger quickly while two of his other fingers hold your pussy lips open as your hips move back and forth instinctively.
When his fingers enter your cunt, they do so easily from how wet you are and from all the times his cock has been inside you.
You take his face in your hands to bring your lips closer to his ear so you can talk to him, âWe donât have time, put it in already.â You whisper, and his cock twitches in the tight shorts heâs wearing, reminding him of how damn tight they feel.
He withdraws his fingers and turns you around, replacing them with his dick, entering you slowly to allow you to more easily suppress any sounds that could be heard by the others.
His hands hold the lower parts of your cheeks to spread them apart to get in deeper as he moves inside you. Itâs not the best position, but you canât bend over because youâd risk slipping.
Your moans are silent. Your heavy breaths are fortunately hard to hear with the shower water running and their voices humming.
Chan tries not to fuck you too hard to avoid the sound of your skins slapping together. Because youâre not alone, and no one must hear you. Even though, maybe, he actually wants someone to hear you. He wants someone to find out about the dirty things youâre doing without their knowledge, right there near them. Maybe he secretly wishes someone would open the shower curtain and see you in this situation.
And maybe you want it too.
But these thoughts donât stop both of you from freezing at the sudden sound of Hyunjinâs voice. âDoes anyone have shower gel?â
His movements pause only for a moment. He should feel embarrassed, mortified to hear his friendâs voice so close to you in such a situation, but instead, it sends a jolt of pleasure to his cock, and he immediately starts moving again.
You look at him with an expression now fearful, but this arouses you as much as it does him.
Jeonginâs voice is quick to respond, âI do, here it is.â
âThanks Jeonginnie, love you.â Hyunjin thanks him in his sweet voice.
Chan pulls out of you, but before you have time to say anything, he turns you around, grabs your thighs from behind, and lifts you, pushing you against the wall. His arms slide under your knees and spread you open, re-entering you.
âThatâs better.â he whispers against your lips, and you nod in agreement with quick breaths.
The pleasure intensifies for both of you. A soft moan escapes his lips, not being able to hold it back, causing him to bite his lower lip and hide his face on your shoulder, his ears turning redder as he failed to contain his pleasure.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling strands, causing his hips to buck up in a harder thrust, making your head slide back against the shower tiles.
Itâs at this moment that the others start coming out of the showers, and soon they are out of the locker room after greeting Chan and telling him to hurry up.
When everyone is out, you both look at each other, then chuckle.
âI couldnât hold back anymore.â you admit.
âMe neither.â he says.
âI noticed.â you tease, and he looks at you with narrowed eyes and furrowed eyebrows in an offended look.
You clench around him on purpose, eliciting a needy moan from his lips. In response, he thrusts into you, and this time itâs you who whines.
âYouâre as needy as I am.â he grins, resuming his movements. This time youâre a bit freer to let out your voice, but you need to hurry. His thrusts are faster now, reaching deeper spots inside you, being able to fuck you harder, eliciting a series of staccato moans from you.
âTouch yourself.â he orders and you immediately obey, without needing to be told twice.
His movements become more erratic. Heâs close, and you can tell by the way his cock twitches inside you and releases small droplets of pre-cum.
His moans grow deeper, and he closes his eyes, trying to hold back from coming with all the self-control he has to make you reach your climax too, with him. But itâs difficult for him, and soon he has you back on your feet, giving a few final thrusts before pulling out of you and stroking his cock quickly through his orgasm.
He tries not to throw his head back in pleasure, wanting to see the ropes of his hot cum covering your pussy and thighs as you stand there with trembling legs.
Your mind is still fogged with pleasure, and you donât notice whatâs happening until you feel his tongue on your clit, which makes you let out a whimper. You look down to see your boyfriend on his knees with his head between your legs, looking up at you.
You run your fingers through his hair, and he pulls away, âYou need to come quickly, someone will be coming for spot checks soon.â He warns you before returning with his tongue between your folds and two fingers inside you, stroking at your sensitive spot.
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BAD ROMANCE! â â SATOSUGU.
†popstar!gojo mlist.
headline. being sandwiched between a popstar and geto, his bassist best friend was almost like a fever dream. what happens when they start fighting over who can make you moan the highest note? sharing is caringâŠright?
word count. 5.8k (i am sorry)
warnings. fem! reader, popstar!gojo au, bassist geto, geto has a tongue piercing, threesome, double penetration, manhandling, fucking while standing, size kink, unprotected sex, implied multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, gojo slander (lol)
an. makes sense if u read the first part !! if not thatâs okaaay. sry for any errorssss aha
âseriously. joinâŠthe two of you?â geto mutters with a subtle eye twitchâyou stared at the lead bassist, and he briefly returned a glance. his hands were buried in his pockets, wearing a leather jacket, ripped jeans and a fitted white tank underneath. getoâs hair was a tad bit ruffled with a perfect length wolf cut. âyou do realize your fans have been waiting for you for over an hour.â
âohâŠ.right, i did have a concert,â gojo nervously chuckles, running a hand down his neck. âthey heard everything too. nanamiâs gonna kill me. thatâs fun.â
getoâs eyes dart back towards you and suddenly you feel extremely nervous. you could never ever read him, he just a blank stare plastered amongst his face.
âi donât think weâve officially met. wish i didnât have to meet you half-naked but,â and you were embarrassed, feeling the tips of your ears get feverish and abnormally hot. âiâm this idiotâs bassist. suguru geââ
âbro she didnât ask for your life story,â gojo groans, and you let off a gasp once he lifts you up, an arm underneath you and another bringing you towards his chest. âsugupoo, you didnât answer my question.â
âsugupoââ he furrows his eyebrows, repeating the petname. geto grumbles, ââŠfine, but not here. we canâŠgo back to my hotel or something.â
this was far more than anything you could have imagined. being between two idols. more so gojo but still. you were pretty much left with shredded clothing thanks to gojo barely even an hour agoâŠ
âis she always this sensitive to touch?â geto utters, peeling your the remains of your clothes off â which was basically just a thin robe. he was tantalizingly slow with his hands, the very pads of his fingertips ghosting against your skin made you left off a soft gasp.
âpretty much,â gojo hums, and you watch as the popstar lowers his head to kiss near your thighs. âsheâs a little camera shy.â
âwhat does that even-â
ââŠnevermind.â
geto was more tame while gojo was far more eager. you make brief eye contact with geto and he leans in toward you. you were expecting him to kiss you but instead, he brings a thumb towards your lip and smiles. âyouâre a lot prettier in person, assistant. what are you doing messing around with this idiot?â
âumââ
ânone of your business. besides, donât talk to my work wife like that.â gojo pouts, and he makes you face him directly.Â
obviously, he was being nothing but a pure tease. you feel yourself grow hot once gojo presses his lips onto yours. you could hear geto scoffing in the background.
you and gojo werenât exactly a thing⊠although, maybe this âthingâ was developing into some sort of fling.Â
you moan into his mouth, feeling gojoâs hand trail down to part against your thigh before geto pries the two of you off, only to bring you into a much more steamy kiss.Â
gojoâs jaw drops dramatically, a squeaky gasp leaving his lips as he watches you make out with geto.
geto was far more passionate and tender by a mile. with a soft thumb grazing beneath your chin, you let off a soft whine. tasting the sugary spiced alcohol on his tongueâŠ..just a tang, but it was enough for you to covet more of him. more of his taste.
âthis isnâtâŠ. fair.â gojo nags, yet his body feels otherwise. seeing his bassist of a best friend kiss you deeply, touching all over your body. he started to feel himself getâŠaroused.Â
you feel a cunning smirk go against getoâs lips. with a hand gripped softly underneath your chin, he continues to stroke it soothingly.Â
he was so deliberate with his tongue, making sure to savour every inch of you. a groan leaves his mouth as he deepens the kiss for a brisk second. his breath was eminently lukewarm, and you donât even recollect yourself pulling him closer to your already achey body.Â
âsuguru, youâre beinÊŒ stingy,â gojo frowns, starting to think if suggesting him to tag along was a good idea⊠perhaps not⊠after all, he was the satoru gojo. heâs never been a fan of share the spotlight.
geto swiftly pulls away and his eye contact against you makes you grow hot. his eyes spoke a thousand words, dirty dirty words though. gojo lets off a vexed sigh before running a hand through his hair. ââŠi have an idea though.â
âwhat?â you and geto both speak in low unison.Â
the popstar has a cheeky grin on his lips before playfully rolling his eyes, tilting his head. âwhich can make her louder. then again, i already know iâm gonna win soooâŠâ
geto utters in the most sassiest tone imaginable, âplease. youâd probably be the loudest out of all of us but fine.â
the thought of them both fighting over you, your client, and his best friend as well as his lead bassist.
you firmly clasped your thighs together before shyly drawing circles against the outer part of your arm. âwell, he was pretty loud earlier. his fans heard him moaning all through his mic backstage andââ
âtch. shut up..â he grumbles, trying to forget that incident even happened.Â
gojo now decides to pulls you into sweet passionate fulfilled kiss, and itâs deep with a bit of tongue.
you were indeed basically naked with the exception of a silk sage-colored robe he bought you as a new yearâs eve gift. it hung down your body perfectly, just enough to make out your skin.Â
geto makes you slip a whine into gojoâs mouth once he spreads your legs with one handâyou were drenched, soakedâŠ.no doubt about it. âno panties,â he mutters in a rough voice. âsatoru mustâve beat me to it, hmpf.â
you started to pant the more gojo moved his tongue against yours, you could tell how needy he was. even though he already had a taste from you earlier, he wanted more. you were like some kind of candy, intoxicatingly sweetened.Â
he smoothly slides his tongue against your bottom lip, grunting from the leftover taste of your flavored lip gloss that was by this point smeared across your lips. whenever gojo kissed you, you had this warm burning feeling inside. it was indescribable, you knew more than anyone how unprofessional this wasâŠyet it felt good, his touch, his taste, even his rich scent.Â
âwhat a mess. already drenched for me,â geto murmurs, and you peek an eye open to watch the bassist go down, between your legs. you sit up with gojo tilting your head to face him, thighs spread apart and you let off a moan once he starts to work his way.Â
slowly, geto creates tender kissesâŠÂ
he creates a simple trail, all up your thighs. the softness of his lips pressing against your skin made you whine against gojoâs lips.
gojo moves your chin back to focus back towards him, and he gives your bottom lip an impish bite.
peppering the side parts of your mouth with numerous wet kisses. âmwah,â heâd coo, a teasing gesture yet the stare he gave you made you throb. âmy fans heard usâŠheard you, yâknow. how does that make you feel?â
you stare at gojo, and his eyebrows are slightly raised in curiosity. he was such a tease, wanting to know your response.Â
getoâs tongue licks against the inner part of your thigh and you moan. thatâs when you feel a slight coldness of his tongue piercing run against your skin â it tickles but in the best way imaginable.Â
he starts to suck against your skin, a soft âpopâ skims past his lips and you whine before gojo squeezes your lips together.Â
âheyyy, pretty. âm talking to you.â he whispers, leaning in to sneak another kiss on your mouth.Â
âiâ i liked it,â you utter, getoâs touch from underneath, a finger trailing against your skin with his tongue following shortly afterward made you pulse continuously. âknowing everyone heard meâŠ.your die-hard fans, it turned me on a little.â
âyeah? did it really?â he grins, showcasing a casual head tilt. âwow, you really are a kinky girl. but it turned me on too,â he adds, inching his face towards your neck to give it a soft suck. âhmph. next time i should probably fuck you on stage, wouldnât that be a pretty sight,â he murmurs, his voice playfully lowering. âooh, itâs probably all over the headlines, but eh, who gives a shit, right? not me, and definitely not her.â
you were just about to let off a mewl once gojo reached down to give your pussy a mean squeeze as soon as he referred to it as âher.â
he brings an additional kiss to you before you feel the warmth of getoâs breath fan against your entrance. you start to pant, feeling gojoâs hands roam and wander all against your body.Â
an abrupt shock surges throughout your skin from his fingertips and the silk robe you wore. gojo traced a thumb against your nippleâyour overly-sensitive nipple that poked through the thin pretty fabric. you were so aroused that your mind raced just as quickly as your heartbeat did.Â
âfuckâŠdunno know what it is about you,â he murmurs, breaking away a few seconds to speak. there was a titillating bass that carried underneath gojoâs tone.Â
you could hear it in his voice, how pitchy and low it would get at certain times. âjust lookinâ at you gets me s-so hard,â and then he swallowed for a second, departing eye contact out of sheer flusteredness and it was cute. âstill a bitâŠsensitive from earlier though. had the audacity to keep ridinâ me after i c-came.âÂ
âsorry.â you playfully press your lips together, glancing up at him and he grows embarrassed for a moment at remembering the pure thought.Â
the image of him⊠the satoru gojo and you, his trusty assistant â being on top of the famous well-known pop star, riding him until he whined for just you and only you.
not to mention as well as having him as an entire mess underneath you. he probably was too stubborn to realize it but you had him wrapped around your pretty little fingerâŠ
to think that was just about nearly half an hour ago. your thoughts get interrupted from feeling getoâs tongue meekly lick against your inner folds. a sharp breath elicits from your throat as you look down at him already staring at you with a smug grin.Â
âtoru already got here too?â he whispers, ghosting a thumb against your sodden folds. his slender fingers were so long and lengthy, nails perfectly manicured, and of course, heâd have well-trimmed nails because of his status as a professional bassist.
all things considered, geto would just be godly with his fingers. it was no secret, reallyâŠ
âof course i fuckinâ did.â gojo pouts, giving him a nettled glare.Â
geto snickers. âaw. poor girl,â and then he makes eye contact with you, smugly simpering.
geto takes a second to tie his hair back into a messy ponytail before pursing his lips to speak. âheâs a good singer, yeahhh. but he has a huge lack of skill at eating pussy. trust me.â
âshut up, man..â gojoâs eyes widen, the tips of his ears burning, it was adorable. âthatâsâŠnot true.â
it was.
âsuguruuu..â you whined, not even realize how much you were desperately aching for him. the two bickering was a constant thing, but you decided to ignore it and let the lust take over.Â
âiâm sorry, i should be paying more attention to you,â he mutters, using a hand to shove your right thigh a few inches away.
geto promptly rolls out his tongueâŠ.slowly, pink and pretty. clean. your eyes peer at the pretty piercing that laid flat against the center part. âkeep these legs spread for me. can you be a good girl ân do that?â
you unwittingly feel yourself pulse just from that action of him showing you a good view of his tongue. you give the bassist a pathetic eager nod, a hand running towards the roots of his hair to grip it before he grins. âgood, âcause âm starved.â
âsugu, what⊠what am i supposed to do?â gojo huffs out.Â
âfigure it out yourself, popstar.â geto murmurs, and a soft pout twists against gojoâs lips.Â
thatâs when he makes you turn over to where youâre on your hands and kneesâyou face forward, most importantly, you face forward right against gojoâs crotch. face front and all.
he lingers near the edge of the bed, towering over you with a hungry gaze before letting off a whine.Â
âjusâ look at meâŠ.i canât perform like this,â not like he was going to perform anywayâŠbut you stare at gojoâs body. all he wore was sweats, the original partially bedazzled outfit that was actually getoâs was practically torn. âyou gave me this boner, âs your fault âm all needy.â
geto interrupts the erotic atmosphere with his tongue gradually flicking against your pussy, two rough hands spread the fat of your ass and you whine at how abruptly lewd it was. âoh my g-goddd.â
gojo feels like he has competition with geto, so he frownsâthe pout remaining on his pink sheeny lips before he grips ahold of your chin to make you stare straight at him whilst youâre on all fours on the cushioned mattress.Â
âbeenâŠbeen wantinâ to finally see what this pretty throat feels like,âÂ
he sighs, and he watches as you already start to lean into his touch. youâre on the palms of your hands, back slightly arched before you pull the hem of his boxers down with your teeth. âyouâre such a little... youâŠyou know what youâre doing..â
gojo lets off a soft grunt, gripping your hair, and as you inch your face closer toward him â a few specks of his neatly scattered brush against his face. you lick against the padded fabric of his boxers, curving your tongue against the print of his bulge and he swallows thickly.Â
âyouâre so fuckinâ nasty,â he huffs, bringing you all close to his briefs. you stare up at gojo, licking against the thin madematerial before cupping your mouth over his bulgeâŠright near his base, in a much playful manner. âyouâreâjust asking to have a stuffed full mouth, huh?â
again, getoâs tongue rummaged all throughout your pussy while you absentmindly toying with gojo throws you off for a sudden concise moment.Â
he was just as filthy, maybe even filthier. as you propped upâyou whimpered, feeling how he ran his tongue all along your sweetened labia.Â
your pussy pulsed against his movements, he starts to teasingly nibble on your clit before giving it a loooong suck.Â
âmmph.â heâd grumble, and within minutes you could tell you had him entirely drunk. his tongue was just skimming around and against your clit that forevermore clenched. before you know it, youâre starting to intensely jounce and convulse because of the stimulation.Â
his tongue laid flat against your pussy, the piercing that stuck against him, the slight coldness of it made you obliviously arch your back a bit more. toes of yours clenched in desire before your mouth opened at his technique.
geto was slow but sensual.Â
his tongue⊠it spiraled against your pussy in a sweet motion to make you sob out a cry.Â
âopen that mouth,â gojo mutters, his hand still gripping your chin, and you do, parting your lips before watching him spring his dick out. it was throbbing, swollen, and not to mention quite pretty.
he wasnât lyingâyou did leave him incredibly sensitive from earlierâŠ
gojo lets off a breathless groan once he watches you kiss the tip of his cock head, which ends up turning into many kisses. his lip quivers the more time he spends staring at you. his breath becomes abnormally shaky, all because of you.
ââŠdonât tease me,â he whines before wrapping shuddery fingers around his fat length, giving it a few swift pumps before he starts to smear his pre-cum smothered tip all across your lips.
you give the popstar a cute, roguish glance before skimming the tip of your tongue against his frenulum.Â
that spotâŠit was that spot that always gave gojo chills. he was trying too hard to keep up a tough front. heâs suppressing his moans before he watches you sink him down inch by inch.Â
âmouth of yours âs just askinâ to be ruined,â he moans, and your eyes dart back up toward the popstar. his washboard abs tightened as he stood still, watching you lower your throat on him. you were a bit sloppy not to mention, strands of spit were already running down the side of your chin. âsuch a slutty assistant. unprofessional andââ
gojo shuts up the moment he feels your tongue stir leisurely against his tip, heâs halfway in before you gag. he reaches the roof of your mouth already, and youâre keeping him warm, all thanks to your throat.
ââŠdamn girl,â he huffs, and as youâre breathing through your nose, he grabs a fistful of your hair.
with a tight pull, your eyes meet his abs again, and he was so fit. figures, he is an industrially well-trained dancer after all. gojoâs workout routine was no mystery. you throbbed a bit the more you stared at his body.Â
as your eyes rove, you spotted a few lipstick stains smeared all against gojoâs skin, as well as a few sharpie marks. you figured it was from one of his obsessed die-hard fans.
it was just the way his perfectly sculptured chiseled v-line presented itself. the few specks of white hairs trailing down his area further and further to where it aligns toward his happy trailâŠ
yet, the more you stared back at the dozens of now nearly faded marks of lipstick stains scattered all over his bodyâyou donât know why but you felt this peculiar feeling ofâŠjealousy.Â
was it jealousy?
geto continues to eat you out as youâre trapped in a dark bubble of your thoughts, and you whimper once you feel the soft padded tip of his nose slide all against your pussy.Â
he was quite literally nose-deep, making you extra sensitive by adding a finger to rub against your soaked folds.Â
his touch was fiery warm.
as you started to moderately make your lips firm. you slid your tongue out before gently rubbing it against the very underside part of his cock. gojo groans once more, face growing flustered as a hand remains at the top of your head. âsuch a filthy mouth,â he pants, hovering over you beside the bed. Â
getoâs still eating you from behind, and he starts sucking again. passionately sucking on your throbbing neglected clit. he makes it his passion to give it all sorts of uninvited attention to feel you pulse and convulse into and against his mouth.Â
gojo watches you start to vigorously shake and twitch from his best friendâs tongue, and he raises your chin up to look right at him.
mouth full and all, your tongue reaches the inner vein part of gojoâs lanky cock, he whines.Â
âs-shit,â he sibilates through gritted teeth, and thatâs when he started to pivot his hips a bit. gojo thrusts into your mouth â and his moans were so pretty to listen to, he was a soprano after all.
the way his voice would effortlessly pitch all because of your tongueâŠhe grabs your head, gently, yet with just enough pressure he makes you go back and forth, heâs stuffing your throat full of his girth, full of his inches.
youâre a mess, strings of saliva pouring down your chin and he looks down at you before nervously chuckling. âlook at you. what, are you trying to say something?â
and heâs just at his limit, near the edge yet is such a brat. way too much for his own good. âdonât try to talk with y-your mouth full, princess.â
abruptly, you feel that familiar rush disrupt your thinking and you suddenly tense.
getoâs tongue slithers all against that spot, deep between your folds, and giving it a good nibble before your legs nearly give out right then and there. such whirlpools, a plethora of them came crashing down all at once before you moaned, the sensation was almost too much to bare.Â
âgive it to me, câmon. i wanna hear you.â geto whispers, breath wafting against your clit. glossed pink lips of his was just drenched with your slit for itâs entirety.
he merrily blows against your pussy and that was just about the last straw for youâyou end up cumming, and it had your eyebrows furrowing with such pleasure.Â
âpft. took me longer to make her cum when iâŠâ gojo gruffs, the same pout still pursed against his lips as he watched you riding your orgasm off against the bassistâs tongue.Â
covetously, he watches as your eyelids start to droop and youâre growing quite dumb.
getoâs tongueâŠ.the length of it, the piercing, it tickled against your wet entrance as well as having you spasming and craving for more.Â
gojo takes his dick out of your mouth hastily with a cute scowl on his lips whilst geto departs from behind you.Â
he has a sly grin, bringing a thumb up to the corner of his mouth before swiping your slick clean.Â
âjealous, âtoru?â
ââŠno,â he grouches, and he definitely was. the popstar lifts you up suddenly, and your arms wrap around his neck, still panting from your recent jaw-dropping orgasmic release. âi can still do better than you, sugupoo.â
âi told you to stop calling me that.â geto chastised, standing up also. walking towards you, he ran a hand down your back and you moaned from his touch.Â
you bury your face into gojoâs neck, your own warm breath going back against your face. the pop starâs half-cut-sparkled open glove traces down your back before he slyly smiles. beads of sweat races down his forehead before the singer hums. âsuguru. do ya think we can fuck her like this?â
âstanding up?â the bassist murmurs, and theyâre both grazing their hands all over your body. while gojo has you lifted up, your legs tightly wrap and lock around his waist like a vice before geto kisses the back of your neck, pitching his voice lower as he speaks to you. âwhat do you think? can you handle the two of us, pretty girl?âÂ
you whine against gojoâs neck, trembling from getoâs touch behind you. how gentle he was, leaning in to suck against the tenderness part of your collarbone. âyeah,â you nod, and gojo glanced down at you with a smug grin forming on his lips. âj-just hurry up. satoru should have been performing like an hour ago.â
âdamn, thatâs true. i kinda forgot about that,â he timidly chortles, and he raises you up in his buff arms just a bit. âoh well. heh, i mean youâŠyou can explain it to kento for me, yeah? i know heâs my manager but fuck, he scares me. if heâs nosy just tell him iâm uhâŠi got athlete's foot.â
there was a long rightfully so pause and getoâs hands remained gripped against your waist. âidiotâŠâ he mumbles.Â
the moment gojo aligns himself, you intake a sharp breath â mentally preparing yourself because you were about to take not only him, but his best friend alsoâŠ.while standing.Â
âhold on to âtoru. iâm gonna have to stretch you just a littleâŠâ geto purrs against your ear.
you made candid eye contact with gojo and he flashes a sheepish grin before planting a kiss on the tip of your nose.Â
âi stretched her already.â gojo shrugs.Â
âyou did a lousy fuckinâ job then.â geto snarls, and you moan, feeling the thickness of geto go right into you with simplicity.
needless to say, it was sloppy.Â
your cunt squelched in utter enthusiasm as he eases his way inside of you. gojo rolls his eyes at getoâs remark, and youâre quite literally being double stuffed. they both were slow and precise with their movements and youâre just in awe, dumbfounded, stupidâŠ
youâve never felt so full.
both of them deep inside of you, churning up your insides at the same time. you donât think youâve ever been fucked like this.
not only were you being shared but doing everything while standing upâyour arms pathetically wrapped around gojoâs neck, and itâs the perfect position to stare right into the pop star's eyes.Â
he returns the gaze, and he grows flustered, lip quivering, ears twitching, eyebrows contorting. he was trying just as much as you to not be so loud, so vocal. yet a moan slips out, and gojoâs moans never fail to be so slutty.Â
âthink i can see why heâs so obsessed with you,â geto grunts, maintaining a firm grip against your hips. heâs taking you from behind with gojo occupied towards the front, each pretty glacĂ© coated whimper that ran off past your lips grew shakier and shakier from the deep thrusts you were being given.
as you idly bounced against their dicks, you were again, stupidâbrainless.
your mouth ends up partially opening as youâre moaning. your pussy gripped against each of them tightly. squeezing and clamping down against each of them to where youâre just so dizzy.Â
getoâs thick and girth, meanwhile gojoâs long and lengthyâŠ
your ears fet like they were about to pop from the sheer sudden humidity in the room the more you bobbed and jostled against them. biting your lip to conceal an incoming moan, your eyes briefly roll backward before you suddenly feel the plump mushroom-tip of gojoâs dick fully expand and reach there.Â
âf-fuck, oh my g-godd,â youâd whine, rough sounds of your skin against theirs ricocheting amongst each other. such beefy bulky toned arms had you propped up in such an obscene way, you craved more. ââŠso deep.â
gojo leans in for a wet kiss and you kiss back, a plethora of whimpers and whines glissade right into his mouth - he swiftly swipes a tongue against yours, sloppy per usual before even he starts to moan. in such a way, you never failed to leave gojo all hot and bothered.
âyou two are such sluts for each other, itâs cute..âÂ
as the bassist teases and pokes fun, you shudder, feeling geto press up against your assâŠÂ
the stretch, the girth he had that made him thicker⊠it was mouthwateringly appetizing.
you found yourself practically drooling just from his dick, the way the curve of it hit that same repeated spots to make you grow dumber and dumber. you were starting to get so loopy from his best friend that you completely forgot gojo was in the picture for a quick second.Â
geto being abutting against you, his body heat was entirely chambrĂ©âthe fabric of his leather jacket, the cold frigid zippers skin against your skin and you lean back against his chest. despite all of this, gojoâs still managing to have you being fucked upright. Â
your entrance was slickâŠdamp, coated each of their cocks with your dampened arousal before your breathing starts to catch up with you.Â
âs-shit, âm not gonna last.â gojo starts, and his body language changes a bitâyou study his facial expressions, the way his lips contort into a perturbed pout. skin against skin, you radiated from their heat thoroughly before geto shakes his head with a sly scoff.Â
âof course youâre not.â he snickers.Â
âs-shut up, sugupoo,â he whines, hastily his head goes back. the popstarâs hair goes all over his face, long white strands occluding his view of vision and it's sexy. the way heâd become whiney out of nowhere, pressing his lips together in utter desperation. you had him a mess, whining again and again, regardless of trying to keep up a front. âsheâs gonna milk me ân itâs all your fault..â
you throbbed from his words, and the popstar could barely keep his eyes open. heâs so sensitive, keeping you up with his arms while geto has you from the other end, geto sighs dramatically. âhere he goes.â
âyou both talk too much.â you mewl, clinging onto gojoâs neck.Â
âno we donât.â they both say in unison before giving each other a glare.Â
geto scoffs whilst gojo pokes his lip out, focusing his attention back towards you. yet the minute gojo cums, his dick ends up slipping out of you and thatâs when he becomes a stuttering mess.Â
âs-shit,â he huffs, wrapping a hand around his base before repositioning it again. ropes of his cum start to seep out your cunt, geto watches and heâs speechlessâyou mewl, feeling geto run a thumb down your slit only to then smear gojoâs cum against your pussy. âso much to give you, even still.â
gojo starts whimpering. stretching such inches inside of you while geto pauses his movements. you felt warm, not to mention exceedingly full.Â
you were stuffed, to the utmost limitâŠ
the two took turns with you. you were treated like a rag doll if one was to be honest. it was as if stamina didnât exist for them. positions after positions, thereâd be a point where getoâs sucking against your nipples while gojoâs slamming his hips into you with the sweetest whimpers dragging out from his pretty glossed lips.
albeit, you donât expect geto to get whineyâŠ
but he does.
youâd be riding him, heâs laid back against the bed with his legs openly spread and clenched. a sharp jawline points forward as he faces you forward. âfuckk, your hips are so..â heâd groan, his head goes back in desireable pleasure and you lean in to bombard the inner part of his neck with sweet kisses.
gojoâs behind you, and he finds himself getting jealous and a tad bit clingy. you moan, feeling him lick a long stripe up your neck, wanting you to pay more attention to him and not his dumb best friend.
getoâs so attractive from this perspective..
you decide to be a tease, planting a kiss near the corner of his mouthâyour lips meeting his revealing dimples. âgripping me s-so good,â he groans, bringing a sharp smack to your ass for âencouragement.â
he craved the way you grinded against him, not too fast, not too quickâŠjust right. your hips slid from front to back, swiveling all around him to where a whine rips from his throat. âdamnnn, just like that. f-fuck me, fuck megirl...â
his voice deopped a single octave, and he even brought a hand up to his face to shield his pure embarrassment.
gojo snickers before he speaks, peppering kisses against your collarbone before peering at his best friend. âawww, look at sugupoo. all that talk ân heâs just as whiny as i was.â
âshut up.. fuckinâ shutâŠup,â he groans, his nostrils flare and you lean in to kiss geto, he kisses back, and this time itâs sloppy and less passionate. itâs rougher. the instant second his lips meet yours, a low moan from geto slips out.
he pants heavily against you, breaking away for a second to breath â his hands were pinching your waist, brushing against your tender skin before he exhales out a sigh.
getoâs hair, tied into a near ponytail had a few strands poking out, scattered all against his face. he groans, feeling your clit rub against him slowly and gradually.
perfectly aligned and lined up right, he shudders once he feels your hand roam against his body, sliding a finger down a scar near the right side of his chest.Â
gojo, still being sat behind you as he impatiently watched, reaches between your legs and starts to play with your pussy. you whined, feeling him start to maneuver tiny circles against your already sensitive folds before geto pulls away to breath yet again.Â
a pretty sheeny web of spit coats against your chin and his as you depart from one another. your lips, and his jaw tightens. âf-fuckkk, fuck me. fuck me like that, donât s-stop.â
he found the way you mounted him in such a good angle, it makes him ten times harder. getoâs thick cock slams in and out of you to where heâs almost tasting how swollen he was. you ploddingly thrust your hips forward before geto pulls you into his chest suddenly.Â
âsuguruuu.â youâd whinge, feeling him squeeze the fat of your ass. Â
âfuckk,â he raps, you could be milking me all the time instead of thisâthis wannabe justin bieber.â
âheyâŠâ gojo narrows his eyes, and he catches you giggling at getoâs remark. geto peeks an eye to stare at gojo before a smile goes against his lips, soley before turning his attention back towards you.
once getoâs body relaxes, he feels the pressure rising up within him to the point of his incoming release. the fiery sensations of electricity went all through. such fiery sensations piercing, heâs bouncing his thigh in an attempt to deepen his strokes inside you to make you whine yourself.Â
âdamn, âs good. s-so fuckinâ good,â he swallows, grunting once you lean in to kiss the front part of his adamâs apple. âgonna flood your pussy, you want that? want me to make a fuckinâ mess of myself?â
ây-yeah.â you breathe, nodding in contentment. âsuguru please.â
getoâs vision becomes a little blurry, heâs hazy and it feels so goodâŠyour cuntâs got him on a leash.
he fell in love with the way your hips rolled against him again and again, each spank he gives your ass makes him throb. the girth he had lunging inside of you, outstretching to where it prods against your g-spot. âf-fuck.â youâd sob, slumping your head against the bassist.Â
once he eventually came, it was way more than gojo. more as in youâre stuffed fuller than you thought you could ever be. you pause, huffing and puffing as your ear laid flat against his bare chest. geto aches, heavily panting himself and sweat droplets raced down his v-line.Â
âi think i won,â gojo frowns, breaking the two of you upâyou were practically limp, getoâs cum dripping out of you. you moaned, trying to recollect your breath but failing.Â
geto leans back, giving gojo a side eye before murmuring. âjust shut up..â
âaw. poor suguâs all dââ
gojoâs voice gets rudely interrupted by the annoying screech of your ringtone. the two of them stare at the blue light, and gojo picks it up with a curious expression.Â
âooh, phone call,â and he picks it up, bringing it up to his face and raises a brow. âhuh. whyâs uh..â and he turns it the opposite way, âwhyâs fushiguro toji calling you? and heh whatâs with the dumb heart by his name. isnât he my old producer?â
geto grumbles, still silently heaving with a hand rubbing against his abdomen. âyeah, that scum who tried to take parts of our salary from that one gig we did,â and then geto darts his eyes towards you with an unreadable expression âwhy is he calling you?â
your stomach quite literally drops. you sat on the plump bed laid flat on your tummy. momentarily stunned for a moment. alas, you had to say something⊠you sat up, the phone continuing to sing in the distance before uttering.Â
âtojiâŠheâs umâŠheâs kind of my boyfriend.â
yeah, you were fucked.Â
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birthday boy
Summary: how the jjk men have birthday sex (p.s. it's their bday)
Pairings: jjk men x fem!reader
Warnings: nsfw, sexual content, morning sex, missionary, oral (giving and receiving)
a/n: i wrote this a while ago for gojoâs bday but never got around to posting itâŠletâs pretend itâs still his bday
Satoru Gojo
He's a light sleeper so he ends up waking up when you press a soft kiss to his forehead in the morning. With a sheepish smile, he wakes up, his eyes hardly opening.
You wish him a happy birthday, kissing his lips.
He deepens the kiss, lazily throwing an arm around you and before you know it, youâre having sex first thing in the morning.
â-ToruâI had a whole morning plannedâahâI was going to make you breakfast before I gave you your presentâitâs why I woke up so early.â
His fingers dig into the flesh of your waist, his breaths shallow and his strokes deep. His blue eyes flick up to your face, watching you struggle to take his cock. He canât help but crack a crooked smile, his snowy hair falling over his forehead.
âBaby, youâre so cuteâthinking I need anything else when Iâve got you.â
The smooth talker he is, you donât even bother arguing as he flips you over, getting on top.
He beams at you brightly before kissing your lips, âBest gift I couldâve asked for.â
Suguru Geto
He comes to pick you up for âdinnerâ which is actually a surprise party you and his friends had planned. Your plans go up in smoke when he sees you in that dress he likes.
You barely make it past a âHappy Birthdayâ before heâs inside your apartment and shoving the door closed behind him. All the while, he wears a smug smirk, seemingly unsuspecting.
Except you know him all too well, already knowing what was going on in his head.
His lips are on yours and heâs groping at you like heâs never touched you beforeâor that heâll never get the opportunity to ever again.
You giggle, âSuguruâwe have to goâwe have a reservation.â
âThe reservation can wait,â the reservation being all your friends waiting for the birthday boy to arrive.
You donât even argue any further before he has you pressed up against the wall, hand slithering up your thighs to drag your underwear off.
Next thing you know, heâs got your legs wrapped around his waist as heâs ploughing his cock in and out of you.
âCanât believe you were gonna keep me waiting all night for my present.â
âI wasâwas gonna make youâwork forâfor it,â you gasp, feeling the tip of his dick prod deeper inside you.
âOn my birthday, too?â he scoffs jokingly, pressing his forehead against yours. âBaby, youâre breaking my heart.â
You claw at his shoulders, gasping for air before your arms wrap around his neck. You bury your face in his shoulder, ignoring the constant notification pings coming from your expectant friends.
Kento Nanami
Heâs the type of guy to go about it in a classy way.
He insists on taking you out on his birthday.
When the two of you come back home, you let him unwrap his present (you in a brand new lingerie set).
Heâs very tender and gentle with you most the time but on his day, he lets YOU take care of him.
He groans as quietly as possible as you trail soft kisses down his neck, unbuttoning his shirt before kissing down his muscly chest. You work to unbuckle his pants, his eyes growing hazy with desire.
He tips his head back as you finally wrap your lips around his cock, flicking your tongue over the tip. Your hand wraps around his dick from the base, sliding it up and down his length. And he canât help but buck his hips into your hold.
When you pull your mouth off, a desperate whimper escapes him as he flicks his gaze back down to you.
âHappy birthday, babyâ you smile.
Toji Fushiguro
He has you on your back, face buried between your legs while his large hands grasping your thighs enough to bloom everlasting bruises on them.
He canât help but grin when he pulls whine after whine from you.
Birthdays were never a big deal to him. Why should anyone care so much about getting older? It only reminded him that he was yet another year older than you.
But when youâd treat the day like it was a special occasionâgetting all giddy to make him dinner and get dolled up in that lacy dress he loved, kissing him a little extra too, he was so fucking happy to have been born after all.
And no way in hell was he going to pass up the opportunity to unwrap his present after dinner.
He pulls your hands away from your face, âDonât hide that pretty face from me, wanna hear you scream my name, baby.â
He nearly melts when you whimper, your chest heaving in heavy breaths as your eyes met his.
He lowers himself again, his fingers spreading your folds, his tongue flicking over your clit as you screamed out his name just as he asked.
âThere you go, pretty girl,â he chuckles, eating you out because he prefers that over cutting a piece of damn cake on his birthday.
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Chasing the bounty hunter (Day 5/8 of the 10k followers event)
Griffin x gn!reader || primal play, chasing, breeding, cum inflation, size difference || tw: kidnapping
When he captured you, you were surprised about it. You followed him for days, tracking all his movements, being on his tail until you were almost ready to catch it⊠But he got to you first. You werenât expecting him to turn around and chase you down. And above all, you werenât expecting the rush of adrenaline and heat that the chase gave you.
He captured you and brought you to his house in the mountains, you didnât know what you were expecting but a cottage-core cabin with enough greenery to be a botanical garden wasnât it. You were surprised about it, too. And what shocked you the most was how nice he was. He captured you because you were following him, because he knew there was a price on his head and you were a bounty hunter. He knew all of that, but instead of killing you on sight, he captured you to keep you around. It felt a bit insulting that he treated you almost like a pet⊠But it also made something inside of you burn hotter than the sun.
He insisted on you going away, but you didnât want to. If you went back to the village, you would have to explain why the griffin wasnât with you, how you let him escape⊠And someone else would end up trying to catch him. So you stayed. (You didnât think too much about how it just felt right to be with him, how comfortable you were in his houseâŠ)
You spent there about two weeks by the time you wanted nothing else but to climb him like a tree. The house was immense, perfect for his big body but a bit difficult with your human size. He didnât mind though, he helped you get everything, he cooked for you, and he let you his nest to sleep at night. It took you four days to convince him you should sleep in the nest together, there was enough space. If you woke up sprawled over him, it was just an unconscious thing⊠right?
But without realizing, feelings started to grow. You became tender of him, every little quirk he had made you melt inside, and you knew he felt the same way. He kept looking at you with fire in his eyes, but also with a fondness so deep that made your heart beat faster and faster.
It took you two a month to kiss for the first time. His beak was a weird feeling against your mouth, but in a way⊠it worked. It worked and it felt great and made you moan against him, your body melting as he grabbed your waist and pulled you up against his body. It was exhilarating.
âI want us to fuck,â you blurted as he took the weeds out of the garden. You were sitting in the shade because he was worried your fragile skin would get burned.
He didnât even turn around to answer. âWe canât.â
But you werenât having any of his nonsense. âOh yes⊠Yes, we can. Definitely can. I want to. You want to. We can.â He turned around then, his eyes tracking your every movement as he checked for your reactions. You bet he was checking for your vitals signs with his super-senses.
âYou are so tiny. I would break you,â he told you, his voice leaving no room for argument.
But if you were something was stubborn as fuck. âAnd I would say thank you after,â you teased, being more than okay with him squeezing you if that meant getting him to fuck you senseless. âCome on, dude, you want it. I want it. Let me have that good, good griffin dick.â You knew he would appreciate your bluntness, but also that it would make his proper self get all blush-y.
He looked so flustered that you wanted to giggle. âYou were sent to capture me.â Well, he had a point there, but at the moment you wanted nothing else but to be chased. And to be captured.
âBut you captured me first. And now I donât want to capture you anymore, I like you⊠I- I might love you,â you confessed, your heart beating fast. His face was unreadable, but you didnât leave him room to say anything before you continued talking. âAnd I want to fuck you until we are both breathing hard and covered in fluids.â
âThat- That sounds disgusting,â he said in a joking tone.
âStop being a lying liar who lies. Donât you want me?â You asked, analyzing his body for any response to that question. He nodded intensely, his big body moving with the inertia. You giggled and nodded, too. âHave me, then.â
He was doing the freaky vital signs again to look for some kind of signal that you were lying, when he didnât find any, he asked: âAre you sure?â
âYes.â
He didnât look that convinced, always worried about your humanity. âBut what ifâŠâ You didnât let him finish that thought.
âIâm gonna stop you right there. Iâm gonna run, and you are gonna chase me, and when you get me, I hope to be pounded into the ground until Iâm full of cum and my legs donât function anymore.â His face was like a poem, a filthy, filthy poem. You could see his nostrils dilating as he imagined the picture you just formed for him. You were so ready to be fucked senseless. âOkay?â You asked again, wanting to make sure he wanted it as much as you did.
âYes.â He agreed, his eyes burning with desire. âNow run.â His growl was enough to send hot lava through your veins, excitement and arousal filling your insides until you were trembling as you bolted from there.
You ran through the forest like a soul followed by the devil. First you couldnât hear a single noise over your heartbeat, but as the house disappeared in the distance, the forest around you became alive. You could feel everything. The sound of little animals, the sound of the breeze moving the leaves and the flowers, the smell of dirt and spring in the air⊠and the metallic taste of your fear and arousal. You knew he was behind you, you could feel him following you but couldnât see him. The excitement of the chase was making you all kinds of turned on.
Your heart was beating so hard you feared he could hear it, he probably could. And you knew his scenting was a lot better, so he could probably track you just by arousal alone. You were so horny at the moment that you could scream.
âI can smell your arousal, smells like honey.â You could hear him inhale behind you, growling at every intake of breath. âYou want to be caught that bad?â His voice was teasing, like nothing youâd heard before. He was always so proper⊠But right then he sounded like sex and wildness, and that made you even hotter.
You kept running, but you didnât get too far. When he caught you, he pushed you to the ground, his big body covering you. His breathing was labored behind you, and you smirked, knowing he was as affected as you with your little chase-scene. He ripped your clothes off and you groaned, mourning the lose of your shirt and pants for a total of three seconds before you felt the tip of his dick against your hole and you cried out.
He pinned you to the ground and started entering you, bit by bit until he was settled so deep inside you could feel him at the back of your throat. So big, so wild. âYou okay?â He whispered, always the gentleman.
âYes. Fuck me.â He didnât have to be told twice.
He fucked you like a madman, in and out at the speed of light as he grunted and growled and went feral over you. Telling you how good your hole felt, how amazing you were and how glad he was he captured you that day. You were dizzy with desire and pleasure.
He made you come twice before he came inside of you, just like you asked. You knew it would be a lot, but you werenât expecting the sheer amount of cum⊠He filled you until your stomach was bloated and you were a messy drooling body over the forest floor. You were drunk on his cum, and you didn't want to analyze how much of a cum-slut you discovered you were in that exact second.
He didnât pull out. His dick still hard was nested inside of you as he breathed hard against your ear and you whimpered. Your stomach felt too big, your hole too raw⊠But that didnât stop him from fucking you full over again, making you cum twice more in the process, the filthy sounds of his cum dripping around his dick were exhilarating.
And when he said: âI might love you, too.â Your world shattered into a million pieces once again.
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Iâm obsessed with the sister!hotch and Reid fics. I canât stop imagining that scene where Rossi goes to Garciaâs house and sheâs fresh from the shower with Kevin. But instead is Hotch at readers house and Spencer is there.
âyou and Spencer are in the midst of a long weekend together when your brother shows up unannounced. fem, 1.3k
âYouâre really handsome.âÂ
Spencer laughs as you drag your hands back over his ears and through his sopping wet hair. The shower water is blissfully warm and soaking your front as it rains down on his head. You shield his eyes but otherwise have your fun. His hair is softer than anything youâve ever felt.Â
He holds your hands flat to his head. âYouâre handsomer.âÂ
âAm I supposed to take that in a good way or a bad way?â you ask.Â
âA good way!â he says, forgetting your hands in favour of guiding you under the water. âHandsome has nearly always been used for men more than women, but it didnât fall out of fashion for girls until the fifties.â He tilts your head upward and to one side as his own begins to fall the other way. âYouâre beautiful.â His voice is warm on your lips, âyouâre soââ
His kiss is ridiculous; he kisses like heâs starving. You didnât realise men could actually kiss like this until you met him. Itâs not just in the movies, itâs right now, his hand at the back of your neck, unbothered by your laughing or your hand slipping down his wet t-shirt.Â
âThis is the stupidest thing Iâve ever done,â you say.Â
âWe were covered in mud.âÂ
âWe shouldâve just got naked.âÂ
âWeâre taking things slow,â he says, laughing, âitâs fun. But what are we gonna do about our wet clothes?â
âYou got the most of the mud on you,â you say. Spencer had performed a valiant rescue in that when you fell, he was straight down into the grass after you in an attempt to save your jeans. It didnât work, obviously, but the thought was there, and heâs such a good kisser in the shower that you donât mind the loss. âIâm gonna get out and get changed, you can have a real shower, okay? Iâll get you a towel and your pyjamas and stuff.âÂ
âYou sure?âÂ
âYeah, itâs fine. I think all the mud from my top half is gone.âÂ
Spencer takes your face into his hand. His thumb rubs a line along your jaw. âNow itâs gone.âÂ
You beam. Who knew Dr. Spencer Reid was such a tender guy? You could sort of guess from looking at him that heâd touch you like that, but itâs a contrast, too, to be kissed as though youâre some irresistible siren and to have your face held like fragile glass.Â
You step out of the shower still sodden, clothes heavy, and close the frosted door between you and Spencer to strip down. Separated but still shy, you hurry out of your clothes and into a towel, wrapping yourself tightly to head into your bedroom.Â
You put on blissfully dry underwear and blot your face. Next is loose pyjama pants and a big t-shirt: youâve never worried about being sexy for Spencer and youâre not about to start. Your first date was a walk in the park, your second date at the bowling alley. Heâs not concerned with that stuff. Itâs why his frankness about wanting to take things slow isnât scary, because when he holds your face and tells you youâre pretty, you believe it.Â
âY/N?âÂ
You flinch so hard your neck cracks. âOw,â you whine.Â
âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
You walk forward before Aaron can let himself into your bedroom. Sure enough, your older brother is in your apartment (as heâs allowed, given that he furnished the entire place and paid the security deposit, and, also, awfully, is a very nice big brother). Heâs smiling, carrying two pizza boxes and a carton atop it that smells like French fries. âWhat have you done now?â he asks fondly.Â
âI hurt my neck, you scared me.âÂ
âIf you answered your phone, youâd know I was here.âÂ
âI was in the shower!âÂ
âI can see that. Youâre getting slovenly, itâs almost midday.âÂ
Youâre so genuinely happy to see him that you forget for a moment your predicament. âItâs the weekend, I can do what I want.â Youâre gonna have to let him down, which wonât be easy. âIâm not feeling the best, actually.âÂ
Aaron lets the pizza boxes rest against his stomach. âHow come?âÂ
âI donât know, I just feel tired. Maybe we can do something tomorrow.âÂ
âHoney,â Aaron says, with all the cadence of someone whoâs used to rubbing your back when youâre sick, âwhatâs wrong? Letâs go sit down, I can make you something less greasy.âÂ
âI think you should just go home, actually. I might be contagious.âÂ
He looks less concerned and more gutted. âWhat? I donât care if youâre contagious. When has that stuff ever bothered me?â Aaron takes another step toward you, his gaze flitting past you toward your bathroom. âWhatâs really going on?âÂ
The age gap between you and Aaron is expansive. Your being adopted is another gap, and neither have ever bothered him. The moment you showed up in his life he gave you everything he could manage, which has manifested in long phone calls, in hugs, in homemade soup and delivery when he couldnât be there. Asking him not to look after you is like telling him you donât want him to, and it isnât true.Â
He means a lot more to you than whatever awkwardness your confession will inspire.Â
âAaron,â you say, crossing your arms over your chest. âSpencerâs in the shower.âÂ
He squeezes his pizza boxes. âSorry?âÂ
âWe went to the park and I fell by the lake. Heâs in the shower.âÂ
âBut you were just in the shower,â Aaron says.Â
âWell, we werenât in there at the same time,â you drag.Â
Your lie is obvious to him, not just as a profiler but as your brother. His brow pinches and his nose wrinkles, not disgusted with you or anything so cruelly stupid, but dissatisfied, at least. âDid you have to tell me that?â he asks, pained.
âI didnât tell you that, you profiled that, and itâs sort of not what you think anyways! We didnât do anythingââ
âHoney.âÂ
âIâm really sorry, but itâs not what you think.âÂ
âListen to me.â The shower turns off and Aaronâs cheek twitches. âYou are a grown up. You can do what you like with who you like. Itâs my fault for coming here unannounced, I keep thinking of you as younger than you are.â Says the adult. Then, the more friendly part of being a sibling emerges, âCould you send him home?â he whispers. âI got your favourite.âÂ
You laugh at his proposition. âThatâs kinda rude, isnât it? Canât he stay? Heâs cool.âÂ
âIâm having trouble coalescing the two of you as more than acquaintances in my mind,â he says, as though he has much more to say about it, even if heâs smiling.Â
Spencer chooses that moment to walk from the en-suite bathroom and out of your room, a t-shirt stuck to his chest with damp, his own pyjama pants baggy at the ankles.
âHey, are you okay?â Spencer grabs your hand impulsively, twining his fingers in yours. Then he sees Aaron and does a double take. âHotch?â
You give Aaron a sorry smile. âDoes that make it easier?âÂ
âIâll wait in the kitchen.âÂ
You and Spencer watch Aaron retreat. His hand stays in yours, but he squeezes you too tightly. âWait for what?â Spencer whispers fervently.Â
You lean up on tiptoes to kiss his eyebrow. âYouâre about to get the shovel talk, I think.âÂ
âOh. Great.â He drops his forehead against your shoulder, wet hair dripping a path down your shirt. âThis is really bad.âÂ
âHe brought pizza.âÂ
âI donât think thatâs going to help me.âÂ
You crane your head and kiss-kiss-kiss the top of his ear. âYouâre really pretty when your hair is wet.âÂ
Spencer murmurs to you reluctantly. âYouâre really pretty all the time.âÂ
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blackfish | spencer reid
summary; being in the early stages of your relationship, spencer has yet to hear your passionate rambles, until you watch a documentary together and the topic of animals in captivity comes up.
warnings; fluff, so much fluff fem!reader, early seasons spencer, marine biology major!reader, start of relationship things, talking about animal abuse, animals in captivity, talks about orcaâs and the documentary blackfish (i know the time line is unrealistic use ur imagination please)
an; self indulgent as a marine biology major and someone very passionate about the fact animals should not be used as apart of a circus act. Very very short, and sweet.
Your legs were resting over Spencerâs, the heels of your feet pressing against the side of the couch arm, while his hands massaged the skin of your calf gently, the credits to the documentary you had spent the last hour and a half watching together rolling over the tv. His hands were gentle and hesitate in every one of the movements, a little shy.
âDid you like it?â He asked, turning his head to look at you, thumb pressing against a tender muscle in your calf, the sensation causing a soft sigh of relaxation throughout your body, which contradicted the annoyance that had been filling you as the film went on.
You hummed, unsure of how to answer the question. âIt was interesting.â You mumbled out, your head rolling to press against the back of the couch cushions. He smiled slightly as his hands continued to work out the tension in your legs.
âYeah?â He hummed out. You nodded, interesting was a safe way to describe your feelings on the documentary you had watched. It wasnât that it was bad, it wasnât at all. And you had been interested, the entire time. Just the more the details were revealed the sicker the feeling got in your stomach.
He shuffled slightly, âWhat are you thinking about?â He asked, his hands pausing their massaging movements to instead rub gently over the smoothness of your skin. Obviously he had noticed the slightly sour look on your face and the way your mind seemed elsewhere.
âHow horrible the human species are.â You answered honestly although you were aware Spencer was already aware of this fact. He worked to stop all the horrible things the human species did everyday. He witnessed it firsthand.
âAnnoyed?â He asked. You nodded.
You shuffled slightly, pulling your legs away from where they had been resting over his thighs to sit up a little straighter, tucking your knees underneath you as your hands came to rest on your thighs.
âI donât understand how anyone can look at animals in aquariums or even animalâs in zooâs and think that itâs just.. okay?â You huffed out, annoyance lacing your tone as you spoke, every word coming out just as disgusted as the last. âi meanâ These are wild animals and people act so shocked when they act like wild animals. Like that poor orca had been put through hell since the age of twoâ ripped away from his family and everything he knew, starved, beat up by other orcaâs all for what? A quick buck?â You huffed out in frustration.
Spencer hadnât expected the ramble but it definitely wasnât unwelcome, your voice was laced with so much passion and intent, every word that left your lips showed how deeply you had thought about this. He had hummed in response, not wanting to interrupt.
âMarine mammals â they are isolated more in captivity than they arenât which is absolutely insane since every aspect of their being is based on their social and emotional connectionsâ I mean they have a whole part of the brain that humanâs donât have thats dedicated to their emotional bonds. Which means they feel everything probably double the amount that we doâ You continued in frustration as your arms came to wrap around your stomach, and irritated pout on your lips.
Spencer raised his eyebrow but nodded, you were right. âThey donât belong in captivityâ He agreed simply, you nodded passionately in response to what he had said. He couldnât help the smile that made its way onto his face as you rambled, because this had never happened before. Normally you were pretty quiet, not in a way that you were shy or awkward, you just didnât ramble a lot, not like he did. This was a nice change and he couldnât help the way his heart swarmed at the sight of you getting all worked up over something you felt passionately for. He would listen to everything you had to say, and a million times more.
âItâsâ so gross. Like it genuinely makes me feel sick how they take these animals away from their families and then exploit them for money. Like dolphins â Teach them tricks and then act like itâs just an extension of their natural behaviours â itâs not. You know marine mammals in captivity die way earlier than marine mammals in their natural habitats? Especially Orcaâs. Orcaâs could live up to 100 or even more and they hardly make it to 30 in captivity.â You huffed out.
âI didnât know thatâ He did.
âAnd Orcaâsâ Oh my gosh. Each family speaks in their own set of vocalisations, no two families will communicate the same way. They literally have their own languages. Andâ and people want to throw Orcaâs from different pods together in a pool and call them a family? They canât even communicate with each other, or understand each other at all!! You know that can lead to aggression between Orcaâs? Nearly half of Orcaâs deaths in captivity is because of a different whale being too aggressiveââ You paused when you finally realised you were rambling.
Your cheeks burnt at the realisation, meeting Spencerâs eyes which were filled with nothing but love and admiration only furthered the burning sensation in your cheeks. âSorry.â You huffed out sheepishly. âI got a bit carried awayâ you let out a laugh.
He shook his head instantly, his hand reaching out to rest gently against your knee, âNo. Donât apologise. Keep talking, what were you going to say?â He asked, almost desperately begging you to continue on with your passionate ramble, continued to further discover this side of you.
âI-â you started but your brain short circuited at the look in his eye, pleading, sweet, gentle, loving, admiring. How could he look at you like that and expect you to be able to form a coherent sentence â you could hardly form a coherent thought. âI- forgot.â You huffed out.
He smiled widely, âWhales being too aggressive which can lead to that frustration being taken out on other whales, especially if they feel challenged or uncomfortable.â He finished for you, making your smile widen.
âYouâre so smartâ you huffed the compliment as if he wasnât told it so often. He didnât mind, it always meant more coming from you.
âGo on, angel. What else do you have for me?â
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