#like i do not care I DO NOT CARE I DO NOT CARE HES MY LITTLE CHATTERBOX FUCK YOU (me at my more logical side)
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BITCH, YOU KNOW I'M SEXY ᯓ★
━━ ❝ I'M NOT YOUR MOMMY, N★GGA! FIND A NEW HOBBY, N★GGA! ❞ wc. 5.4k
ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : being toji's roommate, you finally snap after another night of not being able to sleep because of his damn late-night hookups. your house, your rules.
ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...cw : blk!fem!reader x f. toji, frenemies to lovers, smut, face-sitting + pussy eating, dumbification, degradation, praise kink, dirty talk, playful arguing, hair pulling, size kink, begging, riding, unprotected sex (do not do this in real life omfg), dom-ish reader, sub-ish toji, lots of pet names, toji being an asshole, toji gets called a 'good boy' a few times
ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...lunar's notes : toji toji toji, what am i going to do with you...anyways, this was super fun and i love these two so much and i need them to go out on a date properly at some point ! if you want to be tagged for the future posts, comment on the main post here ! enjoy baddies ❤︎
you love sleep. absolutely love and cherish it, even.
every night, you follow the routine you set for yourself without fail: hot shower, slipping into some comfy PJs, in-depth skincare, brushing your teeth, and then pulling your bonnet on.
nothing is better than slipping into bed, soft sheets feeling sooo good on your skin. yes, you absolutely love sleep.
except it seems that your roommate has no respect for your need for rest, considering how many times you've had to hear the high-pitched whining of women paired with the annoying thud of the headboard against the wall.
he better not damage the wall either, because he will be the one paying for it.
you both were...sort of friends, sure, but ever since you both graduated college, toji has been doing his best to get on your nerves. constantly picking on you, teasing you, or doing stupid shit that annoys the fuck out of you. especially whenever he leaves the fucking toilet seat up in the middle of the night.
and every time he hears you squeal late at night in the bathroom before shouting his name, he can't help but laugh.
eventually, it went from him just doing things to inconvenience or mess with you to this. and you were tired.
these nightly...activities of his need to be addressed because you are not letting a man of all things be the reason you can't sleep soundly at night. this is your apartment, after all!
it's a friday night and you just know you need to talk to him before you have to hear some woman fighting for her life of toji does...whatever he does that has all these women coming in and out of your apartment like it's a damn brothel...okay, well, it was the same two women, but still!
so that's how you find yourself, pounding on his door, sleepy, tired, and irritated in your hello kitty pajama pants and an oversized t-shirt, ready to get in bed and actually sleep.
"fushiguro, open this damn door," you command, fluffy slipper tapping on the floor as you wait for him to open his door. after a minute, you hear a groan and the shuffling of sheets before the door swings open.
toji stands in the doorway, only in a pair of sweatpants that hang low on his hips with an eyebrow raised as he looks down at you. you don't care how hot he looks, you want nothing more than to wipe that look off his face, hating how smug he looks.
"whaddya want? 's she here already? told 'er not to come for another 2 hours," he mumbles, scratching at the scar on his lip. you're silent for a moment, processing what he just said. "who......no. nononono. absolutely not, tell whoever you are expecting she is not coming into my apartment."
crossing your arms, you fix him with a tough look. sure, you know you aren't the scariest thing, especially in hello kitty pants and puffy slippers, but it doesn't matter! he is going to respect your wishes or...or else!
"aww, what's wrong, doll? can't sleep," he teases, voice low and sinfully smooth as smirk finds its way onto his face. "guess ya should've invested in those headphone y'keep talkin' about so much. can't help that 'm just that good that the girlies can't keep their mouths shut."
having you in front of his bedroom door like this...it's so fucking adorable to him, you were just so cute and didn't have a single clue, did you? complaining that he and his little playthings were too loud and keeping you up was not what he expected. but, toji won't lie, he's genuinely surprised it took you so long to finally say something.
it seems his little comment struck a cord, his smirk getting bigger when your eyes get just a bit wider in disbelief. man, you were so fucking cute like this, all angry and huffy.
"okay, first of all, those headphones are NOT comfy to sleep with at night. and i'm not dropping almost $400 dollars on something so that i can accommodate for you," you argue, stepping forward and jabbing your finger into his stupidly big chest.
no, seriously, why were his pecs almost bigger than your tits?
"can you please just let me sleep for one night, or are you that sex deprived you can't go a single night without getting your dick wet?"
whatever this new side of you was, he liked it.
"aww, sounds like little princess s' mad no one's fuckin' her right. ya not gettin' fucked good, pipsqueak? haven't seen yer boy-toy around lately anyways.
"god, that's—that's none of your fucking business, fushiguro, shut up!"
"make me."
you blink.
a moment passes...and suddenly, your eyes are sharp.
ah...he might've fucked up with those two simple words.
"...you know what? i will, you annoying fuck."
catching toji off guard, you shove him back, taking advantage of him stumbling to walk inside his room as you slam the door shut behind you. a light chuckle escapes him, eyebrows raises. "so, the little kitten does have claws," he says with a grin.
his little roommate seems to have grown a pair of balls. what is she gonna do? hit him with pillows, curse him out, kick him out? pffft, if you kicked him out he would know you needed sleep, you both have been friends for too long...right?
as toji gets slightly worried he might've genuinely crossed a line (a bit too late to realize that, he realizes), you push him onto his bed, standing between his legs.
oh.
oh, he...he likes you from his angle, looking down at him with a little bit of a pout on those pretty full lips of yours as you try soooo hard to look angry and scary. but how can he be scared when his roommate, the one he's been fucking his hand for, looks so fucking cute?
curly hair a bit frizzy and messy (he's surprised you don't have your bonnet on yet), smelling like cocoa butter and that strawberry shortcake body spray that haunts him at night. and now you're in his fucking room. he'd never be able to escape it now.
fuck, every time you came close to him, he just suddenly couldn't process anything except you...he needed to get a grip.
propping himself up on his elbows, toji locks eyes with you, playing off his surprise. "what's gotten into ya, roomie? so aggressive, might have t' call shiu to come get you," he attempts to playfully poke. the tension in the room grows when you start to massage your temples, trying to calm down.
in.
out.
in.
out.
in-
"well, if lack of sleep is gettin' you all huffed up like this, i gotta couple o' ways t' tire ya out if y'need."
"oh my god, y'talk too fucking much," you grumble.
toji opens his mouth, ready to make another smart comment but he's shocked into silence when you tug your pajama pants off. there's no fucking way this is real. toji knows he has to be dreaming and knowing he'd be waking up with a wet spot in his pants if he didn't wake up soon.
and...are you wearing hello kitty boxer briefs too? god, you're such a fucking dork, it's cute and it's only making him harder in his pants.
but all of that is forgotten when you hook your fingers in the waistband of those stupid looking boxers and drag them down those pretty legs and toji gets a glimpse of your cute, pudgy tummy and...and....
fuck.
he doesn't even get a chance to think, he's so fucking hard. you're fucking half naked in his room right now and he can't tear his eyes away from how soft you look, that little patch of hair (is it shaped like a fucking heart? jesus fucking christ, you were serious about making yourself feel pretty everywhere), god, he's so fucked.
"shit. someone's eager. just couldn' wait to-"
"i'm so sick of you," you cut off, pushing him down onto the bed, crawling up his chest. you give him a look, one that he instantly understands and he smirks, giving you a nod before you continue moving until your hips hover over his face.
the smirk melts off his face when he realizes how real this is. your bare pussy is literally mere inches away from his mouth, so close he can practically taste you.
he's not gonna make it out of this alive, is he?
when you see him about to open his mouth to make another stupid comment, you move, pressing your hips down onto his face, shutting him up. "you wanna use your mouth so much, toj? i'll give you somethin' to use it on."
toji's response is just a muffled groan, his eyes fluttering a little. his hands move up to grip your thighs to steady you and also keep you on his face. he hasn't even tasted you, but shit, you smell so good.
wasting no more time, his tongue hungrily darts out, desperate to taste you. the moment he licks over your folds, he's sighing, melting into the bed. you're so soft, so sweet and he hasn't even gotten a taste from the main source. pulling you down onto his face a bit harder, toji finally swipes through your cunt and he's addicted.
"mmh, fuck," he grunts, burying his face as deep as possible. what the actual fuck are you made of, he thinks to himself. you taste so sweet, he's getting so dizzy as he starts to messily lap up all the slick dripping from your pussy. he barely pulls away from you to breathe, taking just a second to part, his hot breath fanning against the wet mess between your legs before he dives right back in, his low groans resonating against your core so nicely.
toji slurps loudly at your cunt, unable to stop himself from rolling his hips up, the friction of his sweats on his cock a sweet relief. he's so sure this is heaven, thanking whatever god there is for making you snap to this point but then you start talking.
you sigh, hips gently rocking against toji's face as your eyes open to look down your body at him. "mmn, 's better," you purr to yourself, little sweet noises of pleasure escaping you as one of your hands runs through his hair, giving him an encouraging little tug.
"should i just give you my pussy every night so you let me sleep, toj," you coo at him, a smug smile on your face. he didn't even notice his eyes slipped shut, but he opens them, flickering up to meet your lidded gaze and see the pride swirling around your eyes.
has his roommate always been like this? toji doesn't remember you being so fucking sexy like this. sure, you've always been attractive, and he's definitely had a thing for you for a while. but never in his life did he think his sweetheart of a friend would be smushing his face into her soft cunt.
his response is a little nod and an increase in his tongue's movements against your sloppy pussy. his lips move to suck right at your puffy clit, and he swears nearly cums when you gasp his name and whine, pulling him even deeper by his hair.
his train of thought is completely destroyed, he can't think of anything but you, can't feel anything but you, can't see, can't smell, can't taste anything but you.
he'd kill a man if it meant being able to taste you like this every fucking day.
"ohh, tojibaby, y'look s' pretty eating my pussy...poor thing, jus' needed something to shut you up for a bit."
scratch that, he'd kill SEVERAL men if it meant hearing you sing praises like that while you grind against his mouth, practically suffocating him with your thighs.
it's addicting, the way slick is gushing out of you each time he kisses your clit before sucking on it, coating his mouth. toji knows he looks a wreck, but he doesn't care, not when he's got you on him like this.
"d'you wanna make me cum, toj?" you ask it so teasingly, tugging his hair again and making him moan. "you're makin' out with my pussy...such a good boy for me."
those two words are his undoing, a visible shift in his energy. his eyes are sharp, and he almost looks angry as he grips your thighs even harder. "yes, fuck, yeah, mama, i wanna make you cum all over my face," he growls, tongue unrelenting when it slips back inside of your cunt, a nasty wet noise filling the air as you keen. he's fucking you with his tongue so messily, like he'll die if he stops tasting you.
good boy. you called him a good boy.
the compliment made something snap in him, the need to devour you whole the only thing on his mind. he's not just a good boy, no, he's your good boy, and the thought of being yours makes a thick bead of precum to drip out of his cock and stain his sweatpants.
he's brought back when you tug his head back to look at you, that thick tongue of his slipping out of you.
"i don't want you bringing anymore fucking women in my house, fushiguro," you warn, glaring down at him. you're serious. if you see another girl come in here at 11pm, you might actually kill this man in his sleep and not in a way he'd like
"i'm so tired of hearing their annoying moans. if you need a pussy to put your stupid dick in, just ask me, you fuckin' idiot." shit, you usually never talk like this, but toji likes this side of you. the usually sweet and kind roommate he was so used to was no where to be seen, replaced with this commanding and no-nonsense woman who knew what she wanted.
he can't even deny, this side of you is such a massive turn on.
"promise you're gonna let me fuckin' sleep n' i'll cum on your pretty mouth, fushiguro. otherwise, i'm getting up and i'll call shiu and see if he wants a taste."
oh, fuck no. no way in hell is toji letting that smug bastard see you like this, best friend or not.
he desperately nods, just wanting you to let go of his hair so he can dive back into your sweet pussy, licking his lips to taste you again.
"promise, mama, no more bringing other women, jus' you, don't need nobody else but you, y'got my word."
"that's my good boy."
once you let go of his hair, toji dives right back to the task at hand like man possessed. his lips press against your clit, kissing it with little wet smacks before sucking it into his mouth. his tongue doesn't give you a break, flicking over it rapidly. your moans, god, your moans are getting so loud and so pretty, his eyes never leaving your face as he watches you get closer and closer.
"c'mon, doll, please," he begs, a whininess in his voice as he massages your thick thighs, encouraging you to ride his face until you cream all over it. "give it t' me, give me what i wan', cum all over my face, baby girl."
feeling how you start to move your hips, a sweet little 't-toji, 'm gonna cum' falling from your lips, his hands grasp your ass as he seals his mouth over your cunt, sucking and licking desperately.
he needs it.
he needs you.
needs you so fucking bad.
feeling him mutter those words against your cunt makes you gasp and choke out his name, thighs squeezing around his head. "oh, fuck, toji, 'm cummin, baby!" your hands are both in his hair as you desperately hump against his mouth, body shaking with the force of your orgasm.
he doesn't stop, he keeps his mouth on you to make sure not a drop of your sweet cum goes to waste. he can feel it spilling out of his mouth, down his chin and neck. it's so messy, just how he likes it.
he watches you, how could he even think to take his eyes off you? you're so pretty, do you even realize how your hair got puffier and messier from your sweating, how a few of those tiny curls got stuck to your skin?
"g-god, fuck, toj, hoohmygod, your mouth 's so good, nngh!"
shit, you're pretty, so fucking pretty, what the fuck? god, you even cum pretty, toji's so fucked. why didn't he get you on his face like this sooner?
feeling your tremors start to subside, toji slows his tongue, switching to little licks and then to soft kisses against your clit, keeping you grounded as you come down from your high. the fact he didn't paint the inside of his sweatpants white is a miracle, but he knows the front is wet and stained.
when he feels you relax, toji guides you off his face and down to sit on his chest. he can't help the twinkle in his eye, grinning at you proudly. the bottom half of his face is a mess, covered in his spit and your slick. you like this look on him.
"has anyone ever told you that you've got t'most addicting pussy ever?"
you huff a laugh, urging him to move up further on the bed until his back rests against the pillows. he was so annoying, and you hated how attractive it made him. “you’re too awake for my liking," you sarcastically huff, giving him a sweet little pout that makes him feel a bit more things than he probably should.
tugging his sweatpants down, you let out a little noise of surprise.
ah.
it all makes sense now. no wonder those girls sounded like they were dying.
"toji, what the actual hell is wrong with you?!"
"don't get mad at me, ma, i didn't magically make my dick this size! i just got lucky!"
"lucky?! girl, this is a curse, how the fuck did those girls fit this thing in them?!"
"they didn't."
that makes you pause. they couldn't get him all the way inside? glancing down at his cock, heavy in your hand, as he helps to get his pants completely off, you're not surprised. but you could take it, right?
...guess you need to find out.
shifting your hips, you move to swipe his cock through your slick pussy, a smug look on your face when he sharply inhales. "i'm gettin' my revenge, pretty boy, for all the sleep you made me lose. 's late, anyways, yeah? don't we need to sleep soon?"
the head of his cock catches onto your entrance, causing you both to sigh in pleasure. this would be a stretch, but you're determined by pure spite from toji and those women keeping you up at night.
while you're teasing him, toji is a breath away from losing his mind. the sight of you taking charge, hair completely fluffy now from the humidity in the room, has his cock pulsing in your soft hand. he's so sure that you're not gonna be able to take it all in. shit, he's wondering if he should stop you, tell you he's gotta prep you first or else it's gonna hurt, but you use your free hand to grab his face, making him look at you as an evil grin breaks out on your face.
"i'm gonna put you t' sleep with my pussy. uhm, something something, call that pussy nyquil," you giggle, slipping the tip of his cock inside of your wet, tight little cunt.
melting, that's the best way toji can describe the feeling of behind inside you, even if it's just the tip. "jesus," he hisses, his hands coming up to grip your hips. you're so hot inside, your tight walls are so snug around him. there's no way this tight cunt of yours is gonna be able to fit him in, there's not fucking way.
despite that, he finds himself guiding you down onto him, trying his hardest not to buck up into you. but the sensation of your soft, gummy walls squeezing him so perfectly is making it so challenging to stay still.
"fuck, mama...shit," he groans, watching as he is sucked into your warm pussy. once you get halfway, he expects you to stop, and that's usually where they all do. he was fine with that, more than fine, because he's never been inside someone so fucking tight.
but then, you raise your hips until just the tip is inside, and with a devious little giggle, you slam your hips down, gasping when you get him in all the way. damn, you realize it was a stupid idea, the stretch making you feel almost sick, but the reaction you get out of toji is worth it.
his head falls back against the headboard, and he whimpers, eyes rolling back into his skull, his lip pulled between his teeth as he tries to relearn how to think.
“i'm gonna make you cum and ‘m gonna fuck you stupid for not letting me sleep, fushiguro.” giving yourself a bit to get used to his size, you slowly started moving, seeing what angle worked best for you.
meg the stallion, i'm gonna make you proud of me, you think with a little smirk before you steady yourself with your hands on his chest and start to bounce your hips, your cute little threat only making his cock throb inside you.
"'m gonna make you regret bein' an asshole to your pretty roommate, pretty boy."
it doesn't take long for it to get messy, for it to get so fucking sloppy and noisy. each time you bring your hips down, the room is filled with a wet smack. you've really made a mess out of him, your sticky wet coating his fat cock and his lap, thick strands of it connecting you to him with each raise of your hips before you bring them right back down.
toji can't breathe, finally tilting his head back up as his eyes are glued to where his cock slips in and out of you. you're taking him, taking all of him into your sticky cunt and, shit, he thinks he might die like this.
"fuck, fuck, mama, c'mon, don' do this t' me, relax, please, fuckin' strangling my cock, oh my god—"
he's whining, it's so cute. who knew you could get toji fushiguro, mr. tough guy, to crumble under you like this so easily? it's so wet and gushy, the sound of your thick body smacking back down on his only making his insides twist in pleasure. he can feel how fucking wet you are, dripping down his cock, down his balls, it's so unfair.
"tojiii, talk t' me," you coo at him, your sweet voice bringing him back. "don't tell me my pussy's making you dumb already, jus' started."
you did, you're literally fucking him dumb, and he doesn't know what to do or what to say, but hearing you say his name like that in-between moans as you bounce your hips up and down his throbbing shaft has his babbling in an instant.
"god, this cunt 's perfect, baby, s' fucking perfect."
“yeah? y’like my pussy, toj? like my pretty cunt creaming on you?” you roll your hips, a pretty moan leaving you when his tip nudges against that soft spot perfectly. “f-fuck, you really are big...poor thing, no one could get it in all the way? am, mh, am i the first t’ take this fat cock t’ the hilt, tojibaby?”
you lean forward, hands moving from his chest to around his neck as you roll your hips, swiveling them in ways that have him gushing precum all over the insides of your cunt. the squelches your cunt makes with each roll is so fucking sinful and so nasty.
"y-yeah, mama, she feels s' good around me, all tight and warm, milking my cock like it's made just for you."
god, you smell so good...he can still smell your perfume and the sweet blueberry scent of your leave-in. you smell so sweet and taste so sweet too, he's so fucking lucky to have you fucking him like this. toji's hands move from your hips to your ass, helping you fuck yourself on his dick, groaning your name.
"god, you're the first to take it all, y'got me so fucking deep in that sloppy lil' cunt that y'can feel me in your stomach."
you giggle between moans, pressing your forehead against his. "y'so cute, toji, such a good boy f' me, yeah? feels so much better knowin' you can just tell me if you need me to put you to sleep, right?"
he groans, nodding as his eyes flutter closed again. "y-yeah, yes, baby, feels s' much better," he admits, breathless as he starts to get close. he can feel you getting tighter, getting wetter, and he'll be damned if he cums before you do.
"aww, listen t' you," you say with a little whine, your dominant mask starting to ebb away as you start to grow weaker and weaker. it's starting to feel good, really good, to the point where you can't think either, and you don't know how much more of this you can do. "m-my pretty boy, my good boy, f-fuckin' me s...s-so good..."
the moment he picks up the whininess in your voice, toji is alert, looking into your eyes to find that the pleasure is finally catching up to you, too. "yeah? yeah, mama? she's feelin' good? fuck, 'm gonna fuckin' fill you up, baby, gotta cream this pretty pussy so deep that she feels it f' days," he grunts, mouth open as he pants against your lips.
they look so pretty, he wonders if you taste like that lip balm you always carry, if your tongue is as sweet as you are, if your plump lips are as soft as they look. the thought of them pressing against his is what breaks him, and he's so embarrassed at the noise he makes before leaning back against the pillows and planting his feet into the mattress.
"i gotta fuck you, gotta fuck you good, 'm sorry, 'm so sorry, baby, promise i'll let you sleep, promise i'll be good for ya, okay? mm, fuck, c'mon, let toji make it better, gonna kiss your cunt with my cock and make it up t' ya."
toji fucks into your hole desperately, groaning at the loud wet plaps of his hips smacking against yours. your moans, god, your moans, they're so pretty, you're so pretty. he can see your tits bouncing against the fabric of the shirt you have on, and he curses, so fucking mad he didn't have you take it off. but he doesn't care, not right now, not when he sees how gorgeous you look.
he's so fucking prideful when he sees how poofed out your hair is, bouncing with each thrust up into you. "y're so fucking pretty, c'mere."
one of his hands grabs you by the back of the head and smushes his lips against yours, hungry as he licks over them before shoving his stupidly thick tongue inside your mouth. the kiss is just as messy as the rest of you, and the pitiful little moan you give has him reeling.
"i-i'm, 'm gonna cum, toj," you whisper against his mouth, nails biting into his shoulders as you do your best to match his pace. you're gonna cum, he's gonna make you cum, you're about to cum all over his fucking dick, jesus christ.
"fuck, you're so hot, so cute, mama, my pretty girl. need ya t' cum, dolly, can y'do that for me? please, baby, cum on me, make a mess s' i can fill you up an' apologize like i promised," he rambles before kissing you again, biting your lip before running his tongue over it.
it's so close, you can taste it. it's so unfair how big his cock is, how you can feel every vein and throb of it inside of you, how you can feel his hot precum smudging all over your velvety walls.
the realization that he's inside you raw has you moaning so sweetly, and your pussy is gripping him for dear life as you dig your nails into his shoulders even more, head falling forward. "t-toji, 'm, 'm gonna—f-fuck!"
you're cumming, you're cumming on him, and it feels so fucking good. you're creaming all over his lap, and your crying and moaning his name so sweetly he feels like he's gonna pass out. "baby, babyyy, no, lemme see, lemme see you cum," he begs, the hand in your hair tilting your head back up and the view he gets has his hips stuttering inside you.
your eyes are unfocused, long lashes wet from tears as you pant and whimper for him, all for him. and when you make eye contact with him, he feels your gummy walls squeeze him so tight.
"oh, fuck, yes, mama, jus' like that. keep cummin' on me, keep goin', 'm so close, gonna cum, gonna cum in this pretty pussy s' fuckin' deep you feel it in your tummy," toji babbles before he's losing himself too, pressing your head against his chest as he fucks into you, savoring your overstimulated cries for him. "'s gonna go deep, so fuckin' deep an' i'm gonna fuckin' eat it outta you, just like y-you fuckin' deserve—!"
with a pathetic sounding groan of your name, he's giving one, two, three, four hard, deep thrusts, moaning as he pumps his thick load into you, feeling your oversensitive pussy milking him dry. "g-good boy, g'fucking boy, tojiii," you whimper, moving from his chest to pepper kisses all over his face, moaning softly as you feel his hot cum coating your walls.
his mind is so blissfully blank that he doesn't even realize he's shaking a little bit from how hard he just came. cooing happily at him, you cup his cheeks, trying to bring him back down to you. "come back t' me tojiiii, don't die on me, roomie!"
still reeling from his insanely intense orgasm, manages a little chuckle, his hand moving from your ass to under your shirt, stroking your back. "'m here, 'm here, promise...i just...shit. ya fuckin' drained me, girly. what the hell are you?"
you laugh, kissing the corner of his mouth before nestling under his chin to catch your breath. "I'm your damn friend who happens to be the roommate you have been tormenting by not letting me sleep, dumbass."
"heh. fair point."
you both stay like this for a bit, just resting a little and trying to catch your breath. except...toji's eyes feel a little heavy, and he feels himself drifting away. "there you goooo," you coo, hand running through his hair. "told ya i'd put you to sleep."
"yeah, yeah, you were right," he grumbles and opens an eye, hand coming up to pinch your cheek. "jus' a lil' nap, okay? we still gotta get you cleaned up. after all, i promised i'd clean my cum outta ya, right?"
"my god, toji, you are nasty."
"but you like ittttt."
you couldn't stop yourself from laughing because, yes, you did. you liked it a lot.
soon, the room falls quiet as toji's breathing falls into rhythm with yours, the rise and fall of his chest steady and slow. his mind is still a bit dazed, and he can't help but get a little flustered as he realizes how badly he's wrapped around your little finger. the thought is only further confirmed when he feels his heart squeeze just a bit when he notices you fell asleep on his chest.
he wraps his arms around you in a gentle embrace, huffing to himself. yeah, so what he was whipped, he finally got you in his arms, so he sees it as a win.
as sleep finally starts to creep up on him, he presses a little kiss to your forehead, leaning back against the pillows and shutting his eyes. just a little nap, and then he'll get you cleaned up and make sure you accept his apology for everything he's put you through.
...he just hopes you won't be too grumpy when you realize you fell asleep without your bonnet on.
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Cassian: the annoying brother
Pairing: Azriel x reader | WC: 2.7k | warnings: brief mentions of alcohol, slight violence
Summary: You and Azriel are mates, but haven't told the rest of your family. Cassian is suspicious of the two of you and does whatever he can to try to rile up a newly mated Azriel or get you to accidentally let it slip.
Author's note: This has been in my drafts for AGES and I'm so glad you guys wanted it. Shout out to @lady-of-tearshed for the line about allergies.
“Azriel, you have to go.”
Your voice is soft as you lightly kick him, pushing him towards the edge of the bed. The house was still, the sky dark beyond your balcony doors. He grunts, wrapping his arms around you tight, his foot catching your bedpost, pushing against it to stay on the bed.
“Five more minutes,” he grumbles, rolling over on top of you, his wings draping across the bed. His breath tickles your ear as he has you pinned beneath him, his arms and legs circling around you. You wiggle your hand up to poke him in the side repeatedly, “you have to get up, babe.”
He huffs in your ear, “I don’t have to do anything.”
You roll your eyes at his antics, his refusal to get out of bed worsening each day. “You agreed to train the Valkyries against magic wielders today.”
“That was the old me, the new me doesn’t care.”
“That was the you from a week ago.”
“I could kick his ass.”
“Not if you stay in this bed, you can’t.”
He moaned once more into your neck as he held tightly to you before pushing off, spinning you two so you were on top of him. He closes his eyes, his head falling back dramatically on the pillow.
“Oh no, looks like there’s something keeping me from getting up. Send Cassian my regards.”
You giggle, trying to push off of him but his grip won’t budge. “As if Cassian won’t come in here the second he can’t find you in your own room.”
“Your door has a lock.”
“I know for a fact he would fly outside and fly in through my balcony doors.”
He sighs, his grip on you loosening. “Fine. Will you at least be there for family dinner tonight?”
You nod your head against him and he rolls you off of himself, slowly climbing out of the bed. He shakes his wings, stretching them out before folding them back behind himself. He leans over the bed, reaching towards you. You shuffle enough across the bed to give him access to your forehead, where he plants a swift kiss.
“It’s too early for sneaking around,” he muses, checking to make sure he didn’t leave anything he might need during training. At least, that was the excuse he gave every morning. All of his training gear was in his room - he just wanted to linger in your presence for a few more minutes.
“You agreed we’d wait a few months because you didn’t want any of your family butting in.”
You sat up on your knees, wrapping the comforter around you as you did so. You leaned up, pushing your lips out and making obnoxious kissing sounds at him until he cooperated once more. He brought his head down to you, kissing you back. He pulled back just a few inches before diving his face onto yours once more, peppering kisses across your cheeks. Despite the rising sun, it felt unbelievably warm to be wrapped up in his arms, giggling about the day ahead.
“And I bet you’re going to throw it in my face that it was my idea, hmm?” He kisses you again, “much like you have done every time I complain about sneaking out of here before anyone wakes up.”
“You know me so well.”
-
Cassian was walking down the hallway past your bedroom, hurriedly on his way towards training when he stopped mid step at the scent that lingered around your door. He sniffed the air, detecting both yours and Azriel’s scents. The scent was so strong it stopped him in his tracks - so distinctive. It wasn’t just individual scents, it was another scent all together.
He looked utterly ridiculous dressed in his fighting leathers, his hair in a messy bun atop his head, spinning in circles as he sniffed the air. Something was lingering, much stronger than either scent. He paused, looking at your door, listening for any noises. He glanced up and down the hallway, and after finding it empty, he pressed his ear up to the door, listening for your breathing.
You were clearly asleep, the soft slow breathing of slumber coming from you. But Azriel’s scent was quite fresh - no way it was even half an hour old. He took another inhale, this time trying to really focus on that scent he couldn’t place. He found Azriel’s night-chilled mist and cedar scent, your scent of lilacs and fresh rain, but something else-
Gods dammit.
Cassian can’t help the range of emotions that go through him at the realization his brother had been lying to him. Joy and happiness for the two of you, excitement to tell Nesta. Excited to rub it in Rhys’s dumb face that he knew you two were up to something.
And he was absolutely, completely pissed off at Azriel for keeping this from him.
-
Cassian watched the two of you at dinner that night, his eyes assessing every movement between the two of you. Everything seemed normal. The two of you were acting normal - the bastards, both of you. He was starting to doubt himself - the scent was nowhere to be found anymore, the two of you were acting normal, sharing jokes, telling stories about the week, laughing at whatever joke was made.
It all made him sick.
He was clutching his fork a bit too tightly when he had his opening, his moment. Everyone was focused on something Rhysand was saying, so you and Az took a moment, one stolen moment, and Cassian knew he was right.
He watched out of the corner of his eye as you gingerly caressed the black eye he had given Azriel this morning during training. He couldn't help himself - the anger he felt at not knowing such a big thing in Azriel’s life culminated in him being much more aggressive than usual, leaving Azriel a bit bloodier and more bruised than normal. Azriel had chalked it up to Nesta being gone for a few days, taking Emerie and Gwyn to the Day Court to see the pegasi with a personal tour from Helion himself.
Watching the moment end for the both of you, your hand falling back to your lap was just what Cassian needed to get his mind off of Helion flirting with his mate: a rare opportunity to annoy the ever living shit out of his brother.
And he was going to enjoy every minute of it.
-
“Good morning,” you chirp, walking into the foyer, smiling at Azriel and Feyre. The three of you and Cassian had plans to go shopping for Nesta, helping Cassian find the perfect gift for their mating anniversary. Nesta’s absence allowed Cassian ample time to shop for her, as well as ample time for you and Azriel to undoubtedly wrap her gift once Cassian comes to you both asking for help.
“Ah, we were just musing if any of Helion’s charms have worked on any of the Valkyries,” Feyre’s grin full of amusement at imagining her sister seeing Helion again. You quip, “I’m certain he very rarely ever hears the word ‘no’ so I’m sure he’s very happy to have Nesta so close by.”
Feyre giggles and is about to reply when Cassian’s boots can be heard stomping into the room. You turn to greet him, a snappy remark on your tongue, when he quickly bounds into the room and scoops you into his arms before turning to Azriel.
“Race ya,” is all Azriel and Feyre hear before he shoots off the balcony with you in his arms. He takes off incredibly quickly. Your hair was whipping around you - you were going to tie it back right before take off, but your inability to do so made it impossible for you to see. Cassian’s haphazard flying was making things worse - the shops in Velaris were a quick straight shot from the House of Wind, but by Cassian’s trajectory, you’d think you were following a winding river.
“Cass!” Your shouts are met with chuckles as he finally lands, a bit harsher than Azriel does, but he keeps you in his arms. Azriel and Feyre land next to you two, Azriel’s shadows crawling all over Cassian to get to you. Cassian kicks at them a little, and you swear you can almost hear a hissing sound in response.
You’re finally able to see, moving the strands of hair out of your face and coaxing some of the shadows out of the way for you to find Azriel glaring at his brother. Cassian takes no notice of his brother’s annoyance, patting your leg before gently setting you down.
You reach out trying to stabilize yourself, a bit woozy from the ridiculous flight. Azriel’s eyes roamed over you as his arm reached out so you could hold on. Feyre looks between the two brothers, unsure of what’s going on. You laugh to diffuse the tension, “that was a fun ride, Cassian.”
He winks, “I’m always a fun ride.”
Feyre laughs, slapping his bicep, but you feel Azriel go rigid beneath your hands. You send some soothing feelings down the bond, double checking that the both of you were still glamoured from anyone scenting it. Azriel breathes deeply, fighting every instinct in him to kill Cassian for putting you in such danger. His anger was on an incredibly tight tether, one he would have let erupt if it weren’t for the various bystanders around you four.
The rest of the afternoon was just as tense as the flight Cassian had taken you on. Well, Feyre and Azriel were tense. Cassian was living it up, acting as if nothing were out of the ordinary. In fact, Cassian seemed to be particularly chipper, and particularly touchy. Cassian strutted around the city with you tucked under his arm, and it was really difficult for you to keep the rage you were feeling through the bond to seep into your own mood.
The four of you meandered through: book stores, where Cassian completely ignored anything Azriel recommended, jewelry stores, where Cassian held up every piece he was considering up to you, saying “you have a similar neck to Nes.”
Azriel’s rage was palpable, almost like a fifth companion for this outing, but it became overbearing when your group headed into a bakery. Cassian would pick up the bite size cake samples and feed them to you, his fingers too close to your mouth for Azriel’s liking.
“This one’s divine,” Cassian’s voice rang out, but as he pushed the piece towards your mouth, Azriel yanked you away from him, muttering a piss poor excuse about having something important to do before flying off with you.
Dinner that night was just as atrocious as the earlier outing, despite your requests to Azriel to behave. Immediately Cassian sat in Azriel’s usual seat, and after Azriel growled at him to move, Cassian told him, “my butt’s already made a nice imprint on this chair. Do you want to sit in my butt imprint?”
Cassian knew he was being childish, but he couldn’t stop himself from wiggling into the seat further before sighing, “just the way I like it.”
Azriel began to turn before Cassian threw his arm around you, bringing you close, “besides, if I sit next to my favorite girl, maybe she’ll feed me instead.”
His wink after that almost lost him his arm. Azriel clenched his jaw, took some deep breaths like you told him to, and stalked over to Cassian’s usual seat across the table from you. He practically shook with rage the whole night, avoiding any and all conversation around the table in favor of watching Cassian continue to touch you and flirt with you all night.
He avoided Rhys and Feyre’s occasional mental taps to try to speak to him, unable to focus on anything that wasn’t you. He eventually tuned back into the conversation when Mor was discussing an atrocious outfit by one of the courtiers from Summer, stating no one could look good in such a ridiculous outfit.
“What are you talking about, I could pull it off - I look great in anything!” You laughed, eyes bright in amusement at the ridiculous description of the dress with feathers, tassels, and copious amounts of sequins.
“And nothing,” Cassian retorts, his smirk growing even larger at Azriel’s growl. You cough in a piss poor attempt to cover the noise, but everyone just looks between Azriel and Cassian, the latter staring down the former.
“What the fuck is your problem?”
Your eyes widen at Azriel taking Cassian’s flirting as more than-
Oh.
Oh.
“What’s wrong, Azzy?”
You start shaking your head no, trying to get Azriel to look at you, but his rage makes his focus narrow in too closely to Cassian to see the warning signs.
“Don’t you have a mate to flirt with?”
You quickly tug the bond, trying to get Azriel to look at you, but it was too late. Cassian smirks, having finally gotten the upper hand on Azriel. Cassian leans in closer to the table, his eyes on Azriel as he asks, “don’t you?”
Azriel pales, surprised at Cassian’s deception. The room is completely quiet as everyone waits for Azriel’s response, but only a second passes before he lunges across the table, throttling Cassian to the floor. Chairs scrape as everyone rushes to pull them apart, save for Amren remaining seated and sipping from her wine glass.
“After I kill you with my bare hands, I will ensure your grave will be covered in flowers so that your allergies will haunt you forever.”
“You bastard!”
The two are rolling around on the rug, throwing punches and insults at each other. Their wings made it impossible to know who was winning. The knocked over a few chairs, but eventually Rhys sees an opening and pulls Cassian off of Azriel. You and Feyre move to Azriel, keeping him from attacking again. Azriel is snarling in your arms, and Cassian keeps baring his teeth back at his brother.
“What is going on?”
You all still at the tone of his voice, a high lord making his dominance known. Cassian looks at Azriel, “tell them, you dumb dick.”
Azriel snarls at him, and you and Feyre quickly hold him back. His chest is heaving as he shrugs off Feyre’s hold on him but places one of his hands over yours.
“We’re-“ he looks at you, and you nod subtly, “mates. We’re mates and we kept it a secret and somehow Cassian found out.”
Azriel glares at Cassian, who glared right back.
“Why was it some secret you were keeping from me?”
“We kept it from everyone, Cass,” your soft voice did little to calm the Illyrians staring each other down.
“I thought I was your friend-“ he pointed at you, “and your brother.” He aggressively poked Azriel in the chest, and your mate deflated just a bit at how clearly hurt Cassian was. Cassian crossed his arms, looking away from you two before Azriel put a hand on his shoulder. “You know we do care about you, right?”
You step toward Cassian, wrapping him into a hug. “Cassie, we just wanted to keep it to ourselves for a bit, can you blame us? You would have gone shouting it from the rooftops as soon as we told you.”
He sighed, “I know. It just... hurt that you guys didn’t want me to know.”
You squeeze Cassian tighter before Azriel comes over, squishing you between the two of them.
“I’m sorry you feel that way, Cass. It was nothing personal. Nobody knew.”
A beat passes, the warmth from being surrounded by the two Illyrians making your cheeks hot.
“How about this Cassian - if we ever want any of you guys in our bedroom, we’ll ask you first.”
Azriel growls at your joke, moving to pull away from the hug but Cassian holds on tighter.
“Deal.”
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Hi my love 🫶🫶🫶🫶
First of all, love you
Second of all LANDO FUCKING NORRIS WON THIS FUCKING RACE
I was having a heart attack from the second he took the lead until he finished it lol
SO IN HONOUR OF THIS ICONIC WIN
Lando and reader celebrating his win in miami and just fluff and cuteness
And bonus of kiss on camera (bonus bonus points if they are not kinda public? Like nit very out there with pda and lando jaut not giving a fuck and damn near make out, maybe one of those cute ones where they pumps nose??)
I AM SO HAPPY 😭😭🫶🫶❤️❤️🥹
She leapt over the barrier. Yeah, you're not supposed to do that, but nobody was stopping her. Several members of the McLaren team helped her to get over the barrier (because God knows she couldn't have done it on her own).
Lando didn't notice at first, too busy getting congratulated by Daniel. But, when he turned himself around to pump his fist at the crowd, she was there. She was running towards him.
His arms were open in just enough time for her to run into them. Suddenly they were jumping, spinning in a circle as they jumped up and down.
"You did it! You did it! You did it!" She cried through tears.
She looked at her boyfriend, her F1 race winner boyfriend! This was something he'd been wanting for so fucking long now, since before they'd met. And, after 110 races, 15 podium and five fucking years, it finally happened.
She kissed him. Not caring much about the cameras on him, she grabbed his sweaty face and pulled it towards her own, full on kissing him in front of the cameras. She pulled away just slightly, but Lando was pulling her back, nose bumping against her own as his tongue licked into her mouth.
(It was certainly unprofessional, certainly too much for Formula One).
But they didn't take it further than that. Lando's face was red when he pulled away, and he could see the embarrassment written on her own. Tears were in her eyes as she smiled at him and Lando pulled her into his chest.
He held her there as she cried happy tears against his chest. Lando turned towards the crowd, his arm around her, keeping her hidden as she cried. But she was just so damn happy. He pumped his fist and the crowd cheered.
"I love you," she whispered. "I love you, I love you, I love you."
"This one's for you, baby," he whispered.
But there wasn't a chance for them to say much else to each other. A steward or FIA official or whoever was pulling her away so that Lando could get weighed and taken to the cool down room, and get his trophy.
She was there, screaming up at the podium as he got his trophy. Her heart was in her mouth when he threw it into the air. And, as he was doused with champagne, Max and Charles concentrating their spray of champagne, she'd never been so proud of him.
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"i love hearing your voice first thing in the morning."
you roll your eyes, resting your phone between your cheek and shoulder. nevermind it's mid afternoon. "aventurine, listen—"
as expected, he does no such thing. "don't care why you're calling. just that you're calling."
you can practically hear that smug, handsome grin on his face. "about your assignment in penacony—"
"oh yeah, sorry i had to take a rain check on our date. i ran into a few bumps along the way."
"what date?"
"the one i'll be dropping by in ten minutes to finally take you on." you hear chatter in the background now. he must have just entered the building.
you quickly check your reflection in your office window. "with an explanation for your expense report i hope."
"so you do get my messages! did you see the picture i attached?"
you did see the shirtless hotel selfie he'd attached to the report. you'd done him a favour and removed it (and saved it) before sending it off to your colleagues. "you gave that trailblazer hundreds of thousands of credits for unapproved 'bribery costs,' as you've called them."
"yep," he confirms, popping the 'p.' there's a few beats of silence as he pulls the phone away from his ear. your phone vibrates with a notification.
e-transfer: AVENTURINE sent you credits!
500,000 credits, to be specific.
"seriously?" you ask, shaking your head.
"don't worry, it's not ipc funds," he assures you. "i won it fair and square. use it buy yourself something to wear on our date. something gold."
"i'll be using it to pay rent for the next few months," you inform him, opening your banking app to deposit the credits. "but maybe i'll blow a little on something fun first."
"oof. speaking of blowing—"
your office door is suddenly thrown open, aventurine strolling inside with his arms wide open.
you stand, rounding your desk. aventurine kicks the door closed, then leans in for a hug, only to be stopped by a printed copy of his expense report pressed into his chest. "we need to talk about this."
"nah."
"nah?"
he takes the report, ignoring your protests as he throws it over his shoulder. "hey—"
he quickly closes the distance between you, cupping the back of your neck to pull you into a kiss.
and you— well, you kissed him back, letting him crowd you up against the wall. annoying as he was, you couldn't help but want him a little too.
when he slides a hand under the hem of your pants, you grab his wrist, pulling back to look at him. bright eyes watch you curiously.
"oh no. you first, hot stuff."
"hot stuff, huh?" he grins, already pulling his shirt over his head. you try not to stare at his spectacularly toned torso for too long and inflate his ego anymore. "i like it."
he moves back in for another kiss but you lean back, gaze flicking to his pants.
he quickly undoes them, pushing them down to his ankles and leaving him in just his boxers.
only then did you let him kiss you. again and again and again.
"okay, that's enough," you tease, leaving him with one last kiss to the corner of his mouth. you're breathless, flustered, face warm in the aftermath of your office makeout.
"hey, hold on—" he's quick to groan, shuffling after you with his pants still around his ankles. "where could you possibly be going right now?!"
you turn to face him once you've pulled the door open, holding up your phone. "i'm going to buy something gold to wear for our date."
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When Chris opens his door you’re there in front of him.
The pouring rain has soaked you from head to toe, clothes sticking to your body and it’s the worst feeling ever. When you raise your head and your eyes meet his, Chris’ breath hitches in his throat - they’re red and puffy and teary and it’s breaking his heart. You look absolutely shocked and devastated and he doesn’t know what to do to help you.
“What… what…” he opens and closes his mouth a few times, unable to formulate a more complex sentence such as what are you doing here so late? or what happened?
“Can I come in?” Your lips quiver as you speak, voice broken. You sniffle.
Chris blinks a couple of times and then he comes to his senses. Stepping aside, he nods rapidly. “Of course. Sure, of course. Come in.”
He doesn’t give a fuck about the fact that you’re practically dripping and wetting the floor, his only preoccupation right now is making sure you’re safe and taken care of. Chris runs to his bedroom leaving you there, shaking and trembling and dumbfounded - he comes back a couple of minutes later with one of his hoodies and long sweats and a pair of warm socks.
“You should change. Go take a shower and dry yourself. You can put these on, they’re clean.”
“It’s not… you don’t have to,” you hiccup, still crying, and then you sneeze.
Chris cups your face in his large hand, brushing your puffy cheek with his thumb. “I don’t want you to get sick. C’mon. I’ll make you a cup of warm milk with your favourite cookies.”
With one last sniffle and a weak nod, you accept the fresh clean clothes and make your way towards Chris’ bathroom. The feeling of the hot stream of water hitting your body is somehow regenerating, and once you step outside you feel light as a feather and so relaxed that you almost forget why you were upset in the first place. Chris’ clothes feel warm on your body and oddly familiar - maybe it’s his scent that makes you feel home, or maybe it’s the fact that you actually are in his home, wearing his clothes after you just got out of his shower. The tears are back, prickling in your eyes, and a few of them actually slip from your eyes before you can stop them.
“Here you are,” Chris smiles at you as soon as he spots your figure standing in the hallway. You look so cute in his clothes. “Your milk is ready.”
“With… with honey?” You pout and a smile spreads on Chris’ face.
He nods. “Of course. Two teaspoons, as usual.”
The tears are back, and so is the traitor lump in your throat you get every time you look at Chris or whenever he does something that shows extra care towards you. “I’ve… there’s… my wet clothes. I didn’t know where…”
Chris shakes his head as a no, “ah, don’t worry about that. I’ll do the laundry and put them in the dryer. They’ll be ready before you know it. Just, please, come drink your milk.”
He leaves you a warm blanket for you to wrap around your legs, especially your feet, since he knows they’re always freezing cold. The milk is perfect, just the way you like it - two tablespoons of honey and your favourite cookies. It still amazes you, sometimes, the way Chris knows you like the back of his hand. You hear the sound of the washing machine going off, and then you hear footsteps, and then Chris is back.
“Is it good?” He asks, sitting on the end of the couch, looking at you with a soft smile and warm, brown eyes.
“It’s perfect,” you lower your gaze to the now half-empty mug, circling its rim with the tip of your finger. “Thank you, Chris.”
“Ah, shut up. Don’t even think about thanking me.” Chris squeezes your foot, which makes you chuckle. “You feel like talking to me?”
“About… about what?”
“About whatever was the reason why you showed up here looking shocked and soaking wet.”
“Oh,” you murmur, “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not upset at you. Just worried. I want to help you, please talk to me,” he pleads, worried - you can read it in his eyes, in the way he’s fidgeting with the silver bracelet wrapped around his wrist, in the way he’s biting on his lip.
It’s time to let your walls down, it’s time to tell him the truth. Why are you so scared? It’s your best friend, the man sitting in front of you, and not a total stranger - however, part of you feels as if it’s even worse right now. With him, you know you can be yourself and one hundred percent honest, but right now everything feels different and you don’t know whether things will be the same ever again if you do tell him the truth.
“We broke up.”
Chris feels a pang in his chest, knowing how you must feel right now. Broken and lost, not knowing what to do. He’s found himself in that exact situation before, when his long-term relationship had ended, leaving him heartbroken and hurt. You looked devastated when you showed up at his doorstep… He wishes he could ease your pain, make you feel better, but right now the only thing he can do is be there for you.
“I’m so sorry, flower,” Chris squeezes your foot once again. “Was it… was it completely out of the blue or… had things been rough lately?”
Both - should be your answer, which is also the truth in some way. But the actual truth is that you weren’t expecting the breakup at all. There were problems between you and your ex, but you were both willing to work on them.
“It’s complicated. I still… haven’t realised it. I’ve still got to process the whole thing.”
Chris nods. “Right. If you need to talk I’m here. You know that, right?” You hum an affirmative response. “Talking about it might actually help you feel better.”
“I don’t think so, but thank you, Chris.” You place the now empty mug on the small table besides the couch. “It was just sudden and I needed to get out that house as soon as possible.”
Chris furrows his eyebrows and goes into overprotective mode. “Why? Was he being an asshole about it? Did he hurt you?” He instinctively clenched his jaw at the thought of your ex, or anybody else for the record, hurting you - he’ll go beat his ass right now if you tell him that fucker laid one stupid finger on you.
“No, no. Not physically. He said some… hurtful things, but nothing that isn’t true,” you sigh, and Chris rolls his eyes and scoffs.
“No. You’re not defending that asshole and I’m sure nothing of what he said to you is true. Nothing.”
Oh, you don’t know how you’re wrong, Chris.
“I’m not defending him. Just - thinking rationally, I see his point of view now.”
“What did he tell you?”
You don’t want to go there, Chris.
“Just… random stuff. It doesn’t matter, it’s not important.”
“It is important since you haven’t stopped crying since you got here. I can’t let you believe that asshole is right.”
It feels insanely hot in Chris’ living room right now. Your palms are sweaty and there’s a weird feeling in your stomach - you can’t really decipher it, but it’s making you feel dizzy. And Chris is in front of you, waiting for an answer, waiting for you to tell him the truth. The truth. The same truth you’d told your ex before storming out of his place and walking to Chris’. It’s a weird thing - the truth.
“He just… pointed out some things. Like, I’ve been emotionally distant for the past few weeks, and that I’ve changed.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it, too,” Chris quickly comments. “People change. Emotionally distant? Does he not know you’ve just changed your job and that they’re making you work your ass off?” He scoffs, invested in the conversation.
“I mean, he’s not wrong. I have been emotionally distant-”
“It is completely normal to feel drained, especially if your life and your routine have changed drastically. He should’ve been more understanding of-”
“He accused me of having feelings for somebody else.”
Chris’ jaw drops. He stares at you, blinking, incredulous. As if you’d just told him the most absurd thing.
“He what? He… he accused you of cheating? You?” Chris can’t believe the words that left your mouth - well, your ex’s mouth. You’re the most sincere person he knows. “You aren’t capable of such a thing, he should know that. You… you’re the most honest person I know.”
You swallow the lump in your throat, nervously toying with the pendant of your necklace. The necklace Chris got you for your birthday last year. You never take it off, not even when you shower, which is why you had to go get it polished. It’s your most prized possession, and not because it’s from an expensive brand or bullshit like that - it’s because he gave it to you. That’s what makes it so special.
“He didn’t accuse me of cheating. Just of having feelings for someone else.”
Chris rolls his eyes, annoyed. “Yeah, and who would this someone be? You’re always at work and when you’re not working you’re at home with him, and when you’re not with him you’re with me- oh.” Bingo, Chris. “Don’t… don’t tell me he thinks there’s something going on between us.”
Your lack of response is everything Chris needs to know, even though he’s only partially right.
“Is he for real?” Chris scoffs. “We’ve been friends for decades and nothing’s ever happened, there’s no reason for him to start feeling jealous now. You’ve been together for almost a year, he should trust you and not accuse you of having feelings for me-“
“He’s right,” you blurt out, much louder than you had expected.
Chris, in front of you, freezes. “What?”
“He’s right, Chris. I… I feel something for you. I think I always have, and I think… I think he always knew.”
“You… you feel something for me?”
You pull the blanket he lent you over your head, but Chris can easily tell you’re nodding. “I’m sorry,” he hears you mumble, even though your words come out muffled by the thick layer, and then he hears a sniffle.
He comes closer, sitting next to you now. “Hey. Flower,” he calls you softly. You don’t pull the blanket down, you don’t want him to see your tear-strained face. “Why are you sorry, hm?”
Another sniffle. Chris figures you’re drying the tears with the sleeve of his hoodie. “Because… things’ll be different now. Between us. And it’s all my fault.”
“First of all, it’s not your fault. You can’t control your feelings. You can’t choose who to fall for, that’s not how it works.”
You’re quiet for a few seconds. “So you… you’re not mad at me?”
“Are you mad at me?”
More seconds spent in silence. “Why would I be mad at you?” You ask, genuinely confused.
“Because I have feelings for you, too.”
The world stops. Everything’s silent and completely still. Nothing can be heard except for both yours and Chris’ heartbeats. The weird feeling in your stomach has been replaced by a more pleasant one, a more hopeful one. You wish you could turn back time only to hear those words come out of Chris’ lips one more time, to make sure you didn’t imagine them.
“You’re lying…” is the only thing you manage to say after moments of dizziness. Your head is spinning, heart thumping in your chest.
“I’m not,” Chris says. “I would never lie to you.”
“You… you have feelings for me?”
It feels weird, to have this conversation when you’re fully hidden by a blanket, but at least you can ask him all the question that come up to your mind without feeling shy. Chris doesn’t seem to mind it, either, even though he’d much rather see your cute face. He bets your cute, puffy cheeks are all red now.
“I do. I have for a while,” he confesses. “It’s kinda hard not to fall for your best friend when she’s the cutest and the sweetest and most caring person on earth.”
“Stop it,” you mumble, embarrassed, and Chris knows you’re covering your face with your hands right now.
“Nope, not gonna. Not when I’ve waited all this time to tell you.”
Chris’ hands are trembling, despite the confidence in his words and voice. The one thing he thought would never happen is happening right now - you’re there, in his living room, telling him you like him and he feels the happiest he’s been in forever.
“Flower?”
“Hm?”
“Do you mind lowering the blanket so I can kiss you?”
You’re positive your heart has never beaten so fast in your chest. Chris wants to kiss you. Chris has feelings for you and wants to kiss you - it’s not an hallucination, he really said it.
“You… you do it…” you murmur, feeling shy. You can’t wrap your mind around the fact you’re about to kiss him.
Chris finds you the cutest. Grabbing the blanket, he gently pulls it down. Your face is as read as he imagined it, and you’re not looking at him. With two fingers under your chin, he lifts your head.
Nothing can prepare you for the moment when Chris finally presses his lips on yours. It’s the moment when things change forever, because there’s no way you can keep on living without kissing those lips ever again. Chris feels warm on you, he feels familiar and foreign at the same time, he feels like nothing you’ve felt before, he feels like home. He pulls back only to lick his lips and press them back on yours, cupping your cheek in his hand, pulling you closer.
Despite this being the first time the two of you kiss, it’s almost as if you’ve done this a million times before. It feels natural, there’s no shyness anymore in your actions, not even when you place your hand on the back of his head and pull him even closer.
“I’ve wanted this for so long…” Chris mumbles, resting his forehead on yours when he pulls back to breathe.
“Me too,” you bite your lip, nuzzling his nose, “thought it’d never happen.”
Chris crashes his lips on yours once more. “I never… wanna stop… kissing you,” he mumbles in-between kisses, hungry, craving the contact.
“Me neither…” you wrap your arms around his neck.
Making out with Chris feels amazing. It feels like finally being able to eat after weeks of starving. It feels like a dream come true. You truly do not want to stop kissing him, and even if you wanted to you’re positive you couldn’t, because it’s your body that craves him and his presence. It’s instinctual, the way you keep licking lips with him, a thirst that only him can quench.
“Closer…” you mumble.
You need to feel him closer. You need to wrap yourself around him, you need to feel his arms around you, his warmth surrounding you and keeping you safe.
Chris shifts on the couch, but even then the two of you are uncomfortable. “Stupid fucking couch,” he curses under his breath.
“Maybe we could…” you peck his lips, and then again, and then once more. You nearly forgot what you wanted to say in the first place. “Maybe we could take this to your room…” you breathe on his mouth, curious eyes looking into his and waiting for an answer, shyness long forgotten.
Chris’ breath hitches in his throat. Okay, maybe you didn’t mean it that way, but he can’t stop his mind from going there. From imagining your body under his, from imagining the feeling of you wrapped around him. He should really stop thinking about it, even though the damage is already done and he’s already hard.
“D’you mean… I mean, am I reading the room… the way I’m supposed to be reading it?”
It’s when you give him a small nod that his brain start short-circuiting. The thought of sleeping with you has crossed his mind before, but he never thought he’d actually get to live the moment one day. Like, for real. And now you’re here, in his living room, looking at with with the sweetest eyes, your lips all red and swollen from the countless of kisses, implying what you’re implying and Chris feels like his heart is about to leap out of his chest right now.
“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Okay, let’s go to my room.”
You cling onto him like a koala as he picks you up, hooking your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. As he walks towards his bedroom, you can’t help but overthink this. You haven’t really felt this nervous about sex before - it’s a good kind of nervous, though. You’re excited about it and you trust Chris more than you’ve trusted any of your partners. Everything feels right and natural with him.
Chris’ bedroom is warm and cozy and welcoming. You’ve been here countless of times before, but never in a situation like this. You’ve slept in this room, just slept, you’ve watched movies with him, you’ve done research for your essays and worked on your stuff - you’ve never entered this room with the awareness you were gonna have sex with Chris.
Even when he gently lays you on his bed with all the care in this world - even then it doesn’t feel real. He resumes kissing you with the same passion and reverence as before, the same hunger, but there’s no rush in his action - just a desire of living the moment and be in the present with you. He doesn’t care about anything else right now, you’re laying on his bed and that’s everything that matters - the whole world can go to hell for all he cares. You’re wearing his clothes, laying on his bed, and everything feels so beautifully domestic that he doesn’t want to let go of this moment, too afraid to ruin it.
“Chris…” you breathe out when he starts kissing the soft spot below your jaw.
Your legs part almost naturally, welcoming his body in between them, allowing him to press himself on you. The contact his erection makes with the front of the sweats you’re wearing makes you want more. The awareness that you’re the one who’s making him feel this way right now sends a shiver down your spine which makes you arch your back.
Chris slips one hand under the hoodie you’re wearing, caressing your warm, soft skin. He’s never touched you in such an intimate way. His thumb draws imaginary shapes on your stomach, imaginary patterns that make no sense but that right now, to you, they’re the most wholesome thing in the world. Chris’ hand moves up, up, until the pads of his fingers come to brush the underside of one of your breasts and you gasp against his mouth.
“Is this… not okay?” Chris has to ask, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable in any way.
You shake your head as a no and he immediately moves his hand, but you place it back to where it was. “No, I meant… it’s okay. More than okay, actually.”
Chris cups your breast with a delicacy only someone like him can have within himself, treating your body as if it were made of glass and he was terrified to scratch, or worse, break it. His thumb brushes your nipple, feeling it harden under his touch, and you want nothing more than for him to wrap his lips around it.
He seems to read your mind. “Can I take it off?” He asks, referring to the hoodie.
“Yeah. You too,” you tug at his black t-shirt, lifting it up just a little bit.
“Together?” Chris asks and you nod.
You both take off the pieces of clothing at the same time, remaining half-naked in front of each other. You’ve seen Chris shirtless countless of times before, but never in this context, and that’s why it feels completely different this time. He looks absolutely stunning and perfect and yours. You bite your lip at the realisation.
He’s going through the exact same thought process inside his head - brain chemistry altered by the sight of your perfect breasts right in front of his eyes.
“You’re all mine…” he mumbles, latching his lips on yours once more, his hands on your chest.
It’s when his fingers slip under the thick waistband of the sweats he’d lent you, that you realise it’s not just an hallucination - Chris is about to see you naked and you’re about to see him naked and he’s gonna be inside you and you’re gonna make love to each other for the first time tonight.
He starts kissing your neck and then your collarbone, and his fingers stay exactly where they are, touching you slowly beneath the waistband, but not going too far as to touch your most private parts. When his lips wrap around your nipple, however, it takes you so off guard that you gasp and arch your back, which allows his fingers to brush you there. You both blush at the sudden contact he makes with your pussy and clit.
He lifts his head to look at you, searching for any sign of discomfort in your eyes - instead, you just beg him, “please.”
Chris hides his face in your neck, taking a deep breath as he feels his cock throb and twitch inside his underwear. He starts by pulling the sweats down your legs, slowly, while kissing you. You do feel a little bit shy about being fully naked while he’s still got his pants and underwear on, and he senses that, so he starts undressing himself, pulling down his own clothes. Even though you can’t see his cock, you hear the sound it makes when it slaps against Chris’ stomach.
Both you and Chris shiver when his tip accidentally brushes your naked pussy, completely unintentionally since Chris was just trying to make himself comfortable and ready for what he’s about to do next.
“Can I eat you out?”
You feel already dizzy at the mere thought of Chris going down on you. “Yeah. Please,” you beg once more and Chris is losing his mind.
He leaves gentle kisses all over your skin as he moves down. Your chest, your stomach, your navel, your thighs, until his lips brush you there where you need him the most. He starts leaving small pecks there, too, taking his time, not wanting to rush anything, worshipping you like you deserve.
The first lick on your clit makes you let out a small hmph sound which you try in vain to muffle with the back of your hand. Of course he finds it in record time. That should make you feel jealous of his previous partners and sexual encounters, perhaps, but right now you’re just thankful he’s nothing like your exes.
Chris knows how to use his tongue, licking and lapping at your pussy like there’s no tomorrow - his only goal is to have you cumming on his tongue and hearing those pretty sounds you’re trying so hard to muffle and hold back. He grunts against your skin, wrapping his plump lips around your clit and sucking, chuckling satisfied when he finally manages to make you moan. All for him. It’s him who’s making you feel so good.
He licks and kisses and sucks and strokes your clit with the tip of his fingers, pleased with the way your legs are shaking on each side of his head. He starts grinding his cock on the mattress by reflex, smearing pre-cum all over the covers, which you’ve already stained and soaked with your wetness that’s pooling under your ass, a mixture of your arousal and Chris’ saliva.
“Chris… Chris…” you pant, legs shaking like crazy and Chris hooks his arms under your thighs to make sure you don’t move and squirm too much, burying his face in your sweet cunt.
He makes out with your pussy, swallowing your arousal and humming at how delicious you taste. He lets out a tiny humph when you entangle your fingers in his hair and tug at it when you’re about to reach your high, pulling him even closer until all he can smell, taste, feel is you.
“Chris…” with one last whimper of his name you come onto his tongue, clit throbbing in his mouth. He continues to suck and tease it with the tip of his tongue until you gently tap and push him by the shoulder.
Chris kisses your inner thighs, your hips, your stomach as you come down from your high, your taste is still invading his mouth and he wishes it’d never fade away. He’s already addicted to you.
“You okay?” He mumbles on your skin, resting his chin on your stomach as he looks at you.
You nod. “I’m feeling great,” you toy with the ends of his hit, twisting it with your finger, “need you, though.” The need to feel him close is stronger than anything else.
“Let’s get under the covers, yeah?”
You feel incredibly at home between Chris’ bedsheets, in his arms as he finds his place between your legs, his hard, leaking cock pressed on your stomach. You can feel it perfectly, hard and hot and velvety at the touch. You want to return the favour, but you’re both too needy right now, and if you don’t get to feel him inside of you within the next couple of minutes you might actually explode.
Chris’ strong arms are on each side of your head, and then his lips are back on yours. You’re tracing imaginary patterns on his back with the tip of your finger - at least Chris thinks they’re imaginary, while you’re actually drawing little hearts all over his skin.
He begins to tease you by slowly moving his hips, allowing his hard member to slide up and down your folds, his balls pressing on your clit with each thrust, and you feel yourself getting wet all over again, even more than before, perhaps. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer until you can’t even distinguish where your body ends and his begins, until you’re one thing.
Chris pulls back only to stretch his arm out towards his nightstand to grab a condom, you suppose. You’re quick to entangle your fingers with his, stopping him.
“Without…” you murmur, hiding your face in the crook of his neck - you’re blushing and your face feels super hot, almost as if it were on fire right now. “Can we do it without?” you ask him and Chris blinks a few times, incredulous.
“Are you sure? One hundred percent?” He asks. He needs you to be sure, it’s a huge step.
You nod repeatedly. “Need… need to feel you. I’m clean, I’ve never… I’ve never done it without a condom before. Want you to be my first.”
Chris kicks his head slightly back and squeezes his eyes shut in an attempt to control himself. Those words, together with the way that you’re looking at him and with how hot and wet you feel pressed on him. He knows you’re on birth control, and he trusts you and knows you’re telling the truth about being clean.
“I’ve never done it without a condom, too. And I’m clean. We can… we can do it without one, if you promise me you’re really sure.”
“I am, Chris. Promise.”
He shifts all his weight on one arm as he wraps his fingers around his cock. You can’t help but bite your lip at the feeling of his tip brushing your entrance - Chris makes sure it’s wet enough before pushing inside of you, he would never hurt you.
The both of you let out a gasp and look into each other’s eyes when he finally slips inside of you. It’s different than anything you know, it’s different than anything he knows. He pushes inside of you slowly, not wanting to rush it and give in to his instincts, and only when he’s bottomed out inside of you you feel complete. You’ve been dreaming of this for so long, and now he’s here, in your arms, between your legs and inside of you, and everything feels right for the first time in forever.
You’re making love to Chris. Chris is making love to you. You’ve never felt more alive.
He starts moving inside of you. The pace is slow, excruciatingly slow at first. Chris just sways his hips back and forth tentatively, feeling your warmth and your wetness engulfing his member wholly. He feels the closest he’s ever been to you - physically, of course, but also from an emotional point of view.
“You feel amazing,” he whispers in your ear, thrusting just a little bit harder, craving more and more. “All mine. You’re all mine. My pretty flower. Never letting you go, you’re stuck with me now.”
You giggle, kissing his lips softly. “Fine by me. I’ve been wanting to be yours for the longest time.”
“I’m yours, too, yeah? I’ve always been, flower.”
He bites his lip to hold back a moan, continuing to fuck into you at a steady pace, sinking deeper and deeper inside of you with each thrust. A soft bite on your collarbone, a sweet suck on the soft flesh, then he cups one of your breasts in one hand and wraps his lips around your nipple once again while still fucking you, and keeps on sucking and licking until he feels his orgasm building up in his stomach.
“Touch yourself,” he nuzzles your cheek. “Wanna cum together.”
You look him in the eye as you touch yourself the way you like it, setting the right pace and applying the right pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves, and it doesn’t take long before your toes begin to curl and your legs start to shake. Chris, on top of you, still fucking you, squeezes his eyes shut, his mouth falls open as he feels close to his release.
Before he could pull out, you whisper in his ear, “inside. Cum inside of me. Need to feel you.”
Chris reaches his high mere seconds later, with a choked moan, hiding his face in your chest, and you release around him immediately after. He fills you up slowly, and you can’t really feel it, except for the unfamiliar warmth that starts spreading down there.
Neither of you move. Chris stays exactly where he is, on top of you, inside of you, and you have no intention to unwrap your limbs from around him. It doesn’t matter that you’re all sweaty and sticky and that his warm cum is already starting to ooze out of you - neither of you wants to let go.
A giggle escapes your lips, and Chris snaps his head to look at you, curious to know the reason behind it. “What?” He asks with a smile on his face.
His cute dimple appears. You poke it. “Nothing. I just realised that now I know what you sound like in bed,” you giggle once more, covering your lips with your hand.
Chris’ cheeks turn red. “Ah… Hey, I know what you sound like, too!” He protests with a chuckle.
“True, but I also know what your orgasm face is like,”you add, sticking your tongue out at him.
“And I know what you taste like,” he whispers on your lips, looking into your eyes, “and I also know what you feel like when you’re wrapped around me. I know what it feels like to be inside you and to fill you up.”
It’s your turn to blush now. You cover your face with both of your hands. “Chris! You can’t say things like that!” You whine, embarrassed.
“But why not?” He asks, rolling over and carrying you with him so that you’re now lying on top of him. “I always thought I knew you like the back of my hand. But you know what I just realised?” He pulls a strand of hair away from your face.
“What?”
“There’s so many things I don’t know about you, and I can’t wait to find them all out, one by one. I wanna learn everything that makes you… you.”
“Does this mean…” you mumble, absentmindedly drawing invisible flowers and hearts on his chest. “That you’re my boyfriend now?”
“Well, that depends,” he says seriously.
“On what?” you pout, looking at him with big, doe eyes.
He smiles at you, the dimple is back. “Do you wanna be my girlfriend?”
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You hate mornings.
Tossing and turning in your bed, you soon come to realise there’s no way you’re getting back to sleep - the sun is already up in the sky and shining bright, lighting the whole room. When you open your eyes, realisation hits you - this is not your bed.
You inevitably start thinking of the previous night, of Chris, of your confession and what happened after. The tingling feeling between your legs is the proof that it wasn’t a dream - your, actually Chris’, clothes on the floor are the proof you didn’t hallucinate it.
You’re in Chris’s bed. The full ache between your legs is there because of Chris. The clothes on the floor are Chris’. But where is he? Why isn’t he beside you and why aren’t his clothes on the floor as well?
Your heart beats fast in your chest as you get up and start dressing yourself to look presentable, thinking of the worst scenarios possible. Perhaps he realised last night was a mistake. Perhaps he doesn’t know how to turn you down without breaking your heart. You rush downstairs.
And you find him there, in the kitchen. With his curly hair all dishevelled and all over the place. In a worn-out hoodie he just won’t throw out just because it’s was an old gift of yours. With his bare feet against the cold floor.
Two mugs on the table. Plenty of cookies on a plate.
“Oh!” Chris is surprised to find you standing there. “Good morning,” he smiles at you brightly. “I made you breakfast. I actually wanted to bring it to you in bed, but you beat me to it,” he chuckles, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
Your favourite smell is lingering in the air. You check what’s inside the mugs. Milk and honey. You smile at Chris - your boyfriend. Everything feels right.
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Babe, do you have any drink that makes you feel hot after the first glass? because I'm like that with wine, first glass, I'm not drunk but the voices inside my head already wanna kiss someone
Could you please write about a reader who has some wine and can't keep her hands off Simon?(◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。
ahhh i’m obsessed 🤤 mama i’m boutta treat you to that nice home cooked meal n a whole bottle of wine get ova here!!! for me doe gimmie a bottle of whiskey n a joint and ooo bru im grinding all up on sumones face dppp
let’s get to it doe shall we?
your eyes shifted, moving from the tv to the man sprawled out beside you. legs spread comfortably, shoulders shrugged with an arm thrown around the width of you.
your skin hummed hot, fingers desperate to place themselves upon simon. he looked so good just kicked back, all comfortable n sharing a bottle of wine witchu. yet, he was completely unaware of your staring. his eyes were focused on the tv, tongue darting out to wet his lips slowly after a sip from his glass. n you watched the liquid slide down his throat, eyes focused on the bob of his adam’s apple.
unconsciously you pressed your face into his neck, lips pressing whispers of kisses against his skin till you could feel his pulse pick up. his head coiled back slowly, and his skin vibrated under your lips, a huff of a chuckle falling free off his lips.
“what’re you doin’, baby?” he mumbled, fingers caressing your back gently before they began to slide lower.
it made your lips curl into a giddy smile, hand settling against his chest, careful not to wet him up n spill your glass of wine. “nothing, si, i’m just gettin’ comfy.”
that makes another laugh ring from him. but as your kisses work up over his jaw, the rumble of his laugh begins to die down, eyes shifting to follow you.
“careful with the wine, lo-” yet simon is quickly cut off with the press of your soft pillows against his, your head tilting to deepen the kiss.
simon’s swift to place his glass down, never breaking the seal of your tongue invading through the barriers of his teeth. his hands settle under your thighs, n he’s hiking you up onto his lap, groaning softly as your weight settles atop of him. the warmth of your plush thighs cradle his hips in a dizzying way n it has simon’s questioning the percent of that wine as his head falls into a heavy fog, a heavy need for you.
his tongue swirls around yours, chest growling under you as he laughs at your trouble of keeping up with him. although that laugh morphs into a heavy gasp as a cold liquid splashes across his chest, rolling down his shirt n soaking it clean to his body.
“oh, simon, i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to,” you pull away, breath hard and eyes running down his pretty body. the way his shirt molds to every indent of his chiseled body, the way his stomach lifts n falls in heady breaths. “lemme just take it off for you, that should help.”
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Hi lovely!
I saw you’re looking for Hotch requests and I think I requested one before but I forgot what it is oops.
Could I please have one where Jack calls R mom for the first time and she feels super guilty about it but Hotch is super sweet.
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You’re obsessed with your little baby, but you’d loved Hotch’s son for a long time before you had your own, and you’ve continued to love Jack as your own regardless. If anything, having a baby only cemented that you love him.
Though you’d never disrespect his mother or what she gave up for him, you’re a parent to Jack. When Hotch is home, Jack is home, and when he isn’t you have Jack four days out of the week anyways, splitting him lovingly with his Aunt Jess. You take care of him and you love to do it; being his stepmother is a gift. You love Jack.
And he loves to cuddle.
“Rub my hair,” he demands sleepily, crushed as far into your neck and chest as he can be without pushing his brother out of the way.
“Say please,” you say, already bringing your hand up where it’s sandwiched behind him to stroke the hair from his eyes. “Like this?”
“Thank you.”
He’s pretty much always polite when he’s not tired. Which has little to do with you and everything to do with Haley and Hotch, you’re sure, he’d been a picture of a golden child the day you met him and besides the occasional tantrum or naughty spell, he’s a grateful child. He says thank you for things you want no thanks for, when you towel dry his hair at night for bed, or when you help him into his socks. He once said thank you for a kiss on the cheek, as if it wasn’t something you’d wanted to do.
“You’re welcome,” you say softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from his brow. “Can I have a little kiss?”
You kiss his brow when he smiles, letting your eyes flutter closed, nose still pressed to his skin.
“I love you, mommy,” he says, wrapping his arm around your neck with a sleepy snuffle.
You struggle to answer. The baby gurgles against your chest.
There has been a lot of mommy talk lately. Hotch is calling you mommy often now that the baby’s born, cutesy stuff like, There’s mommy! when you come back from a shower, or How’s your mom? when he’s home from work and he wants to hold the baby, but he wants to check on you at the same time.
He’s never called you Jack’s mom, but Jack’s six. He was bound to get confused, or to feel new feelings, though you weren’t expecting him to do it right now.
Eventually, you figure you’ll do what’s best for Jack even if that best isn’t something you deserve. “I love you too, baby.”
“Are you falling to sleep?” he asks.
You have arms full of children and Hotch will be home any minute if what he said on the phone is true, so you won’t. “Maybe not yet, but you can sleep if you want to. I’m sure dad will wake you up when he gets home.”
Jack settles in with the baby. Your promise gives him the solace he needs to sleep.
…What if Hotch is angry?
You’ll tell him what happened, of course, because you don’t have secrets with each other, and even if you did this is something he’s owed, right? He’s been completely candid with you about everything, how he loved Haley, how he feels he failed her in more ways than her death, and how he loves her still.
You don’t feel like you’re competing for his loyalty or affection, it’s simply clear that he respects Haley’s memory very strongly. What if you tell him what Jack said, and what you hadn’t said, and he’s furious?
The door opens downstairs. Hotch calls hello, but with Jack and the baby both sleeping, you stay quiet in fear of waking them. You listen to him do a familiar dance, the click of the safe where he retires his firearms, the rushing water of the faucet as he makes himself a glass of water, and then a second you assume to be for you.
You shuffle Jack from your chest gently, pulling the baby into the curve of your arm and depositing him with an overabundance of caution into the crib.
You hurry to the door, finger on your lips, startling your husband on the last stair.
“I need to talk to you about something,” you whisper.
He gestures for you to walk back down with him. He’s unperturbed by your worry, two glasses in one hand so he can use the other to feel at your shoulder as you take the stairs in front of him. “What happened?” he whispers.
“It’s–” You wince, descending the stairs with a distinct sense of nausea. “Can we sit down? I’ll make you something to eat.”
“I’m fine,” he says, following you to the kitchen, where you sit in adjacent chairs at the dinner table.
You brace your hands on a placemat.
He laughs and takes them into his own. “Nothing you tell me is worth all this worrying.”
“It’s about Jack.”
His smile fades. “What about him, honey?”
“We were upstairs… You know how he is, he climbed on top of me and we were cuddling because Noah finally fell asleep, and,” —it’s best to just tell, even if you feel clammy and guilty before you’ve admitted to it— “he called me mommy. I’d never tell him to, I promise.”
Hotch brings his hands up slowly, yours raising with them where he’s holding your wrists. “What did he say?”
“He said he loved me. ‘I love you, mommy.’”
“What did you say?”
Your grimace is apologetic, eyebrows pinched. “I said I loved him too.”
“And you’re worried that’s not okay?” You nod. “It sounds to me that he was just telling you how he feels. When you wake him up in the mornings and you tuck him in at night, and you’re the person he goes to when he needs a bandaid, you must feel like his mother.”
“But I’m not.”
“No.” His dark eyes are relaxed, his brow only a shade of its usual downturn. “Haley is his mother, and she’d love how you treat him. He will always, always know who his mother is. But if he wants to call you mom, a woman who loves him and looks after him with the same tenderness as you do your own, then I think that’s okay, especially with Noah getting older… How do you feel about it?”
“I love him.”
He does that silly smile where he’s more happy than he’ll admit to, leaning forward, pressing your hands to his arm and then his lips. “He loves you,” he says.
Hotch stands and offers a hug. When you take it, he sways you from side to side. “She really would’ve liked you, honey. It was me who let her down.”
“But her baby calling me mom…”
“I know. It’s a conflicting feeling.”
You let out a big sigh and slouch in his arms. You’re warm butter under his touch. He reacts accordingly, bending and cupping the back of your neck.
“It felt awesome,” you confess. He might as well know. After the remorse, you were happy. Jack must really love you.
“You’re very, very good to him. Just let him love you however he wants to, and I’ll make sure he doesn’t forget who his mother was, and how much she loved him.”
You wouldn’t let Jack forget her either.
Hotch leans away to dot a kiss to your cheek before he hugs you again. “How are they? The boys?”
“Sleeping. Waiting for you to come home and wake them up. Maybe please don’t wake up Noah, he might sleep through the night tonight if we leave him alone.”
“I won’t. I’ll see him in the morning.” His smile is audible. “I’m a little jealous, I think. Jack hardly ever says he loves me first.”
“You clearly don’t cuddle enough.”
“That,” he says, giving your hip a squeeze, “is a low blow. But I’ll allow it.”
“You’ll allow it?”
Another adoring sweep of his arms on your back. “You can say what you want,” he amends. “Thank you for taking care of things while I was gone.”
He doesn’t need to say thank you, you’re a family, but you appreciate the gesture. “You’re welcome, handsome.”
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[ DRABBLE ] 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 ! ( fourth installment ) in which you are forced to plan a corporate event with your office enemy .
୨୧˚ part; one. two. three. four. five.
୨୧˚ incl; kento nanami
୨୧˚ cw; smut (?) , dub-con , alcohol consumption , profanity
( flashback; ) Wreaths and holly plants decked the usually barren, white walls of the seventh floor office level, and soft Christmas music looped on the overhead speaker in attempts to induce a jolly spirit. Colleagues conversed, discussing plans for December break over plastic cups of spiked cider. Everyone seemed in high morale; even Gakuganji, who donned a cheaply made Santa suit, still wrinkled from its time being folded in a package. Your first ever office party was about as much as you expected–not the worst time, but certainly not the best time, either. It didn’t help that you were still technically the “newbie” despite having been a member of the company for a few months at that point. Man, it was hard to make friends in an office full of stoic suits.
You remain near a far wall, slumped against the oversized copy machine with a drink in hand. Nobody had even appreciated your dress; a modest crimson thing with white, cottony trims to mimic Old Saint Nick. Figures. You pout into your cup, knocking back a heavy swig.
“Woah-ho, you sure went all out.”
The dialogue was unexpected and you sputter on a swallow of liquor, startled. A preemptive hand pats your back, something like a mother trying to burp a newborn. You swallow your spit at last, recollect yourself, and whip your head up to follow the source of the voice that nearly killed you. There stood a man tall and spindly in his stature with the most beautifully long, goldish hair drawn back into a ponytail. He is dressed down, wearing a simple pair of dark jeans and a sweater in favor of the suits nearly everyone else sported.
“You shouldn’t sneak up on ladies,” comes your meager reply. Your free hand smooths down the skirt of your dress, and you clear your throat. “You scared the shit out of me.”
The man smiles apologetically. “Ah, I noticed. My bad.”
“It’s okay. Just… just don’t do it again.”
“Roger that.” He has his own drink, and you manage to catch a glimpse of it over the rim of the solo cup. It’s a dark, murky color, much more amberish than the cider that was being served. “I haven’t seen your face around before, it made me curious.”
“I secured a position here during spring.” Now that you think about it, he was unfamiliar to you as well. You would have definitely remembered that ponytail. “Are you–I mean, do you work in this building?”
He shakes his head. “Nah, they got me holed up in the Shibuya location,” he winks, leaning in. “I make it a habit to come to all the office parties, though. I can’t resist a little holiday cheer.” Two bony knuckles move to brush delicately against the trim of your dress. “I’m Haruta Shigemo, and you’re…?”
“Not interested.”
Shigemo juts his bottom lip out. “C’mon, don’t be like that. I can’t know your name?”
Holding an index finger to your chin, you pretend to think about it. “What will you give me in return?”
A smirk worms its way onto Shigemo’s thin lips. He angles his hip toward you and pulls up the hem of his knitted sweater, gesturing to the uncanny flask half sticking out of his jeans’ pocket. “I brought good stuff,” he sings quietly, away from prying ears, and suddenly you understand the reason for his drink being a couple shades too dark. “And I’m good at sharing.”
Yeah, maybe it wasn’t the wisest decision to accept unknown liquor from a virtual stranger, you should’ve really considered all of the possible outcomes to this situation. You’d already had a little over two cups of warmed cider, rotating on the axis between tipsy and full on drunkenness. Your foggy brain didn’t care much to think about how some of this so-called “good stuff” would only lead to an inevitable, total inebriation. Or, a less likely but just as concerning scenario, Shigemo’s flask could be chock full of poison. Either way, you were itching to turn a less-than-okay party experience into a fun one.
“Y/n L/n,” you said finally, and Shigemo looks pleased. Strategically as to not give away the secret, he stood before you and widened his shoulders to create a makeshift cover while he poured a solid few glugs from flask to your cup. Immediately, the booze reeks of something strong like industrial glass cleaner. Your nose wrinkles as the stench singes the hair from your nostrils. “Smells fucking rancid.”
“Maybe you’re just not used to top shelf liquor?” Was that a dig? You’ll show him that you’re plenty accustomed with expensive booze (you’re not. not at all).
So you drank it. The taste of piss mixed with vinegar nearly made you retch, but after your second glass and an assload of determination, it started to taste… good? Maybe this Shigemo guy wasn’t too bad. The rest of the night was a blur of silly dancing to dumb Christmas songs, ugly laughing at the horse calendars pinned to the wall, and… well, the bathroom.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Your tone was breathy, a cross between giggly and pure apprehension. There in the men’s restrooms, you were perched up on the sink counter. That festive dress was slipped up around your hips by two slender, greedy hands, and a tiny waist worked between your thighs. Shigemo kissed you into silence.
“Why not?” He kisses you again, fumbling with his belt buckle. He’s nipping down your neck, whispering, “The risk is so fucking hot.”
And oh goodness, was he a man on a mission. Tearing the collar of your dress down beneath your breasts, fingering holes into your sheer stockings, stuffing a fist inside your panties… You were in no state of coherence to stop him.
Had it not been a professional obligation on his part to attend this year’s Christmas party, Nanami finds himself fantasizing about all the ways he’d much rather be spending this brisk winter evening. Probably soaking in his tub, nursing a glass of red wine and working on that book he’d been putting off thanks to the ungodly amount of work on his plate as of late. Then, he’d exercise those cooking skills he seldom had time to use and prepare a meal that had much more to offer than these feeble, sugary snacks at this party. Seriously? Cookies and cake? They were adults for goodness sake.
The floor was stuffy and claustrophobia-inducing. Everywhere he turned, Nanami was accidentally bumping somebody with his shoulder or his elbow or some other limb he lost track of. And the conversations were abysmal. Nanami has always been good with his words—he had to be in a profession like this—but Christ, talking to his zombies-for-coworkers was a worse fate than death itself. They drone on about office assignments, about deadlines and paperwork with no hint of light behind their eyes. Is that what he looks like to others? A worrisome thought, that Nanami was just as much of a slave to the corporate world as they were.
The deep train of thought is cut off before it spirals when red catches his eye. A dress red as rubies sticks out like a sore thumb among the sea of blacks and blues and grays of suits. You’re dressed in a silly get up, like those Mrs. Claus actresses in the malls that take pictures with children. Y/n L/n, Nanami recalls your name. He knows you, the newest employee in the office. He’s had very few chances to speak with you, and when he did it mostly consisted of him relaying orders from Mr. Gakuganji. But even in those brief instances, Nanami saw it plain as day: you were different. The first lively fool he’d seen in a while, eyes still glinting with the prospects of optimism and naive hope for the future. Foolish indeed, but he couldn’t bring himself to hate it. You were a breath of fresh air, but Nanami knew that it was only a matter of time before you were beaten and battered into another mindless cog in the corporation's machine.
A strange urge bloomed within the hollows of the man's chest; an urge that told him to initiate communication with you. Perhaps just a "hello" at the very least, seeing as you were his direct subordinate. It was the polite thing to do, right? Or maybe that was just a weak excuse he convinced himself of because Nanami didn't want to admit that you intrigued him in every sense of the word. You would provide an interesting back and forth, something Nanami desperately craved in the throes of this tedious party.
Golden eyes scanned the room. But no matter how long and meticulous he stared into the mass of bodies, Nanami could not locate the shade of red that had incited this search to begin with. There was a muted pit of disappointment the settled heavy in his stomach when he came to the realization that you simply were gone. He didn't doubt the probability that you ditched, no, he'd commend you for doing something he could not. Nanami sighs under his breath, lets his shoulders droop, and takes the last swig of his drink (water of course, the spiked cider was much too sweet for his tastes) before maneuvering through the crowd towards the bathroom. A five minute breather alone in a stall sounded like Heaven on Earth.
He shouldered through the metallic door, eyes closed, fingers tugging the knot of his too-tight tie as he stepped inside the restrooms. Only the sound of a feminine gasp was what pried his heavy eyelids open.
All three bodies froze: Nanami by the entrance with a slack jaw and wide eyes, a man he vaguely recalls from the Shibuya district stood between a pair of opened legs with his jeans tugged down to mid-thigh, and you. You, with you stupidly red dress in disarray, the neckline dipped below your bare breasts and the lower hem bunched up around the curve of your waistline. There you were, sitting up on the sink completely exposed... God, that bastard's hand was still buried down the front of your panties.
As if time suddenly unfroze, said bastard rips his hands away from your most delicate parts in favor of pulling his jeans back up. Nanami blinks once before cocking his head to the side at the unnatural speed of light, focusing on the faux plant in the corner, the uneven tiles beneath his dress shoes, the cracks in the eggshell paint on the wall... anything besides your indecent self.
"Whoops, would ya' look at that?" Shibuya fucker laughs halfheartedly as he fumbles with the button on his jeans, flustered and giggly. "Guess we got a little carried away there, my bad man!" He slinks towards the door, towards Nanami, but pauses. "Hey, you're Nanami Kento, right?"
"Yes." It's a cold response. Nanami doesn't look to the other man, instead he keeps his eyes trained down as to not get another eyeful of you.
"Aha right! Well," Shibuya fucker sweatdrops, clasping a hand over Nanami's shoulder. "Let's keep this a secret from the higher ups?"
The elder grimaces. "Please don't touch me."
The hand is ripped away. Shibuya fucker shows his palms in sort of a defensive stance as more anxious chuckles erupt from his throat. "Good seeing you, then!" And with that, he slips out of the bathroom leaving you high and dry. The prick didn't even bother to stay and help you get recollected.
"I'm decent." You sound meek, a tone Nanami has yet to hear from you thus far. It sounds small. Humiliated. "You... you can look now."
So he does, only to regret it. There you are, hopped off the sink and standing before him in a pitiful display. Your slender neck was tainted with love marks, darkened bruises bit into flesh with little artistry. Your stockings were shredded carelessly, bits of plumpness squishing through the holes. Your hair was mussed, forehead sweaty, lipstick smeared and... why was Nanami so irritated by the sight?
"What..." He starts, trying to find the words. "What is the matter with you?"
You gawk. "Nothing."
"Nothing." Nanami scoffs, hands pressed to his hips. "How careless could you possibly be? Fucking at a work event? I mean, for fuck's sake Y/n."
"I'm sorry, okay?" Your words are clipped. As if you have any right to catch an attitude with him right now.
"Sorry doesn't change the fact that you..." His sentence trails off into a tiny, frustrated growl scratching from the back of his tongue. The man takes his nose bridge between his thumb and forefinger. "The door was unlocked. Anyone could've walked in and saw you like that!" Exposed. Bare. Vulnerable.
"I don't know what else you want to hear other than sorry." Nanami doesn't miss the microscopic vocal crack in the word sorry. You hug yourself tight, forearms crossed over your chest. Your shoulders stutter, and your lips are sucked between your teeth to hide the wobble in them. "I'm... sorry."
You dress strap hangs off your shoulder. Nanami can't peel his gaze away from the strip of fabric. He takes a slow step in, gauging your reaction to it. You don't show any signs of discomfort, so he advances closer. The red strap is dainty against his rough fingers, so he cautions himself to be extra gentle when slipping it back up into place.
"Thanks," you sniffle.
He shushes you. Nanami isn't done yet, far from it. You still look disheveled and sad and weepy and he can't fucking stomach it for some ungodly reason. So he gets to work, first wetting a paper towel in the bathroom sink—the same one you'd been getting groped on a mere few minutes prior—and gingerly swipes away the smeared makeup from your kiss-swollen lips. Then, he's taking it upon himself to straighten out your hair. You let him stroke down your baby hairs without pushback, limply letting him rearrange your appearance as if you were some sort of life sized doll.
Nanami steps back to admire his work. The evidence of foreplay was nearly gone, save for the dreadful state of your stockings and those ugly teeth-shaped indents down the side of your neck. “Take those stockings off before you leave the bathroom,” he utters. “They look…” Slutty is the word that comes to mind first, but he’d never say it aloud. So he leaves it at that.
You’re looking at him with an unreadable expression. If anything, Nanami discerns a little concern in the way your brows turn upwards. “Are you going to tell anyone about this?”
He wants to oh so bad. To be the lame tattletale and snitch to Mr. Gakuganji because fraternization is wrong, and fraternization in the workplace is double wrong. “I should report you,” there’s a pregnant pause, “but I won’t.”
Why? He asks himself.
You seemed to have read his thoughts. “Why?”
Nanami doesn’t have an answer to that. Where is this slice of mercy coming from? All he knows for certain is that staring at the trembling woman in front of him any longer will have him blow a fuse. “Go home, Y/n.” It’s the last thing he offers before turning on his heel and walking back out into the Christmas function, swallowing down each and every confusing feeling swirling around his brain.
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Teasing | Bucky Barnes
// Pairing //
-> Dom!Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Sub!Girlfriend!Reader
// Summary //
-> When Bucky lets you dominate him in bed, he always makes sure that you’re not going to tease him too much otherwise he will get in charge — showing you that you can tease him the way you want.
// Wordcount //
-> 5.183 Words
// Warnings //
-> 18+, Minors DNI, Dom!Bucky, Sub!Reader, Bucky lets her dominate him, smut, teasing, using of the name babyboy, dick slapping, thigh riding (fem!receiving), use of vibrator and dildo, anal play, anal sex (don't fuck her pussy after her ass!), ass slapping, handcuffing, degrading, daddy kink, praises, orgasm denial, lots of cum, overstimulation, unprotected p in v, aftercare
// Request //
-> Hi! I saw your drabble game! was curious if you would write soft!dom!boyfriend!Bucky x girlfriend!Reader with sex toys? Reader gets punished by Bucky(she has being chained and overstimulated by vibrator/dildo while Bucky just watches and masturbates to it?👀 and after a while, Bucky finally touches Reader and gives her, her last orgams by him and then whole lot aftercare? thanks xx
// Authors Note //
-> Thank you for the request, it’s longer as a Drabble but I got that idea and it was fitting with the request, so hope you like it.
-> Proofread by the amazing @bucks-babe who also helped me to bring some details into it! Thank you.
// Events //
-> Build-A-Bucky-Bingo | BABB055 | May | Thigh fucking | @buckybarnesevents
-> MCU Kink Bingo | I4 | BDSM: Aftercare | @mcukinkbingo
-> Fandom-Free Bingo: Maritime May | Row One-One | Dildo | @fandom-free-bingo
// Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist //
Your boyfriend loves to show you who is in charge in the bed. He would never overstep your boundaries but he just loves to see you begging, whimpering and squirming underneath him. And you love it just as much as he does, especially when you switch the roles and you can dominate Bucky. Even though he lets you do it, he takes care that you doesn’t tease him too much or listen to his pleases, otherwise he can change the position immediately and fucks you like a wild animal.
“Doll, are you here?” Bucky asks, looking into your shared bedroom. He grins when he finds you with your book in your hand on the bed. You lower it, looking at your boyfriend who walks closer, his hands playing with the hem of his shirt before he takes it off and reveals his defined chest and abs. “Looking adorable in my shirt.”
Bucky’s voice is almost a groan when he reaches you, letting himself fall down on the edge of the bed. One of his hands is reaching out to caress your leg and you smile softly at Bucky. “Maybe I should take it off and show you what I wear underneath, just for you.”
A soft chuckle leaves his lips and he nods his head, guessing it’s a new pair of underwear. You giggle when Bucky leans closer to grasp his shirt, pulling it over your head to reveal — nothing. He groans, his eyes darken and his tongue slides over his lips. Bucky gets on the bed, placing himself between your legs and pulls you closer until you lie on the bed.
“Are you teasing me? Or do you want something, doll?” He asks, leaning closer to capture your lips with his. His tongue slips into your mouth and you moan softly into the kiss, while he pushes his forward and against yours.
“Can I be— Bucky let me be in charge in bed today, please.” You look at him with your best puppy eyes after you both pulled away from the kiss. Breath is still a bit heavy and your hands find their places in his neck. Your fingers scratch along his soft skin and he just can’t say no to your adorable look so he nods and gets off of you.
With a smirk you take your book and place it on the nightstand before you get off the bed to get some things you want to use. Bucky takes off his pants and boxers, laying on the bed and looking at you while you look through the toys you bought together with him. After taking a pair of handcuffs, a vibrator and a dildo you go back to the bed, smirking when Bucky groans.
“Don’t be so annoyed, baby boy,” you tease, smirking when he raises his eyebrows. You get on the bed, taking his hands to cuff them to the bed. Bucky looks the whole time at you, loving the way your breasts hang almost in his face when you lean over him like that. He wants to suck them, wants to worship them but he can’t reach your soft skin so he just stares at them.
Bucky’s cock is rock-hard, tip red and leaking on his stomach. He lets you handcuff him before you lean back and smirk at him. He slowly pulls at the handcuffs, laughing when you raise your eyebrows at him. “Be a good boy, Buck!”
He sighs playfully annoyed, letting his hand fall down above his head and making it more comfortable for him while you crawl between his legs and spread them slightly. Your hands run softly up and down his thick, muscular thighs. Goosebumps erupt on his skin and Bucky closes his eyes, enjoying your soft, warm fingers on his skin.
You move your fingers closer and closer to his throbbing cock, sliding one of your digits along the underside and the vein of it, tracing his partially covered head. Bucky thrusts his hips upward, meeting your touch before he groans and pulls once again at the handcuffs. Seeing your boyfriend all needy and begging for your touch without words is just as hot as Bucky being on top of you and praising you for taking his dick like the good girl you are for him.
“Do you think we wanna use the vibrator or the dildo first, sweetheart?” You ask with your sweetest voice and sit up to grasp both toys. Your pussy is rubbing over his thigh when you place one of your legs over his thick thigh. He smirks at you, lifting his leg lightly so he is pressing it against you, causing you to move your hips slowly over his muscular thigh.
“That’s what you like, huh? Straddling my thigh like a little desperate slut,” Bucky says, his eyes glistening when you moan in response. Just a moment later your hand meets his cock in a harsh slap, making Bucky squeal. “Fuck, Doll!”
You grin at him, letting yourself fall down on his thigh completely to continue straddling him. Bucky throws his head back when you wrap one of your hands around his huge cock, slowly stroking him, your thumb is gliding over the tip of his dick and he thrusts his hips up, meeting your hand. When you let go of his cock he groans frustrated, earning another harsh slap against his cock.
“Doll!” he says, warning but you only smirk and give his tip a slight squeeze. You take the vibrator, which is placed with the dildo between his legs and turn it on. You then bring it to his lower stomach, letting it slide in soft and slow movements over his skin. Bucky cock is twitching, leaving a wet patch on his stomach, while you bring the toy closer to his leaking cock. You slide the toy over the underside of his cock, causing Bucky to moan, his eyes shoot open and his fingers dig into the handcuffs. The vibration of the toy is almost too much for him and he feels his balls become heavier, ready to come over his stomach.
“Doll, please. Need to come so bad, balls so heavy it hurts,” Bucky says, thrusting against the toy once again. You move your hips still over his thick thigh, feeling his muscles tensing when he gets closer to his orgasm. Your clit is rubbing against his skin, bringing you with every thrust closer to your own release.
“Begging for your release, baby boy?” You tease, moving the vibrator down to his balls. Buckys back arches off the bed, his cock twitches and you see the way his nose scrunches slightly just like it always does when he fucks into you and is about to come.
You remove the toy, slapping his sensitive cock once again. You turn off the vibrator and place it back between his thighs. You then move your hips faster over his thigh, moaning and whimpering while your walls clench and your pussy is throbbing on his skin. You place your hands on Bucky's stomach, feeling the high defined abs underneath your fingers while you rub your sensitive bottom over his soft skin, bringing yourself closer to your release.
“B—Bucky, I'm so close,” you moan, breathing heavily when you come all over his thigh, your arousal dripping out of your pussy even more, smearing it all over his thigh. You let yourself fall down on top of him, giving yourself a moment to calm down from your high.
“Looking adorable when you come, babydoll,” Bucky says, his thigh muscle tensing underneath your pussy and you moan once again when you feel the friction between your legs.
When your breath is calmer you sit up, smirking at your boyfriend, who looks the whole time at you. His hands pulling on the handcuffs, wanting to touch you and himself. You get off his leg, sitting back between them and spread them further apart. Bucky smirks, when you lean down to kiss along his cock, loving the feeling of your soft, warm lips pressing tender kisses on his sensitive dick. Your tongue glides along his shaft back to his balls and Bucky groans over and over again. Your lips are wrapped around his heavy balls, his cock twitches every now and then and his eyes narrow slightly like he is concentrated.
“Don't stop, doll. Suck my balls, take them into your pretty little mouth,” Bucky mumbles, trying to get closer to push his balls deeper into your mouth. When his hips wiggle you give his pretty red cock another slap, his eyes widen and he pouts immediately.
He looks adorable with such a soft and sweet pout on his pink, plump lips. His eyes glistening with lust but he can't make himself come and you only tease him with your mouth. You let his balls fall out of your mouth, leaning over him until your faces are just inches away from one another.
“You look adorable with that sweet pout on your lips, baby boy,” you say, leaning closer to capture his lips with yours. His tongue slides across your lips, asking for permission and when you part your lips softly he immediately pushes his tongue into your mouth, sighing when he tastes your sweetness.
You pull away, softly pecking his lips again before you sit back and let your hands trace a path down his chest and stomach. Bucky shivers lightly under your touch, when your hands reach his cock he whimpers, pouting once again that you give his dick finally some more attention but you shake your head with a smirk. You grasp the dildo, stroking Bucky's cock with it, you place yourself on top of him, humping the dildo and his cock. Your boyfriend is groaning, throwing his head back and trying to trust up to get more friction on his cock.
With slow movements you bring the both of you closer to the edge. You deny his orgasm once again, when he is about to cum, you move back to sit between his legs, smirking at him. You lower the toy to his ass, causing him to gasp.
“Don't dare do fuck me there with the dildo, doll,” he says sternly. His eyes narrow and his jaw tightens. You giggle, circling the toy around his hole before you press it softly against it. You won't push it inside without lube but teasing your boyfriend is too fun to not do it. Bucky inhales deeply, then he mumbles something through gritted teeth. “Dare it and you won’t be able to walk for a week, because I'm gonna fuck your pussy and your ass until your scream my name and come over and over again.”
“Is that a promise, baby boy?” You ask, giggling softly. Bucky nods his head, staring at you while you continue to circle the toy around his pokering hole. You lean over to the small table next to your bed, opening the drawer and taking the bottle with lube out of it. Your boyfriend is narrowing his eyebrows even more, his tongue slips over his lips and he clenches his jaw. His muscles are poking out and you see the way his breath gets heavier when you put some lube on the toy.
Bucky never minds you using your finger, you have done that before but him being stretched out by a toy? No! But you looks so certainly that he really belives that you’re going to fuck him with that thick toy.
“Doll!” He warns you once again when you bring the toy closer to his hole. Your other hand is wrapped around his cock, stroking him slowly while you push the dildo against his muscle ring, Bucky moans when the cold lupe touches his warm hole, his muscles tensing while you push a bit, then you pull it away. You repeat that, smirk growing while Bucky tries to free his hands.
“Such a sweet ass, huh? Needs to be stuffed,” you tease, stroking his cock still in a slow pace. You let the toy slide over his balls before you bring it back to his ass and push it once again against his tight hole.
Even though Bucky knows you would never do something he doesn't want. But your certain expression and your teasing is way too much for his begging cock and his heavy balls. Bucky pulls harshly on the handcuffs, but you don't pay attention since he did that before already but this time he does it with more force. After a few harsh tugs Bucky breaks the handcuffs and sits up.
Your eyes widen and you drop the toy when he grasps your chin harshly, tilting your head up to look deep into your eyes. Bucky grins, towering over you before he turns the two of you around and pushes you down. He leans over, opening your drawer and pulling something else out of it now. You whimper quietly when you see the handcuffs he has in his hand.
“Bucky, please. I wanna touch you,” you say, trying your best puppy look but he is only laughing, shaking his head and grasping your wrists harshly, pinning them down above your head. He then cuffs them together and to the bed, causing you to wiggle in an attempt to free your hands. Bucky growls lightly, his eyes darken and his tongue is wetting his lips when he leans back, spreading your legs to reveal your dripping cunt.
“Yeah? You want to touch me?” He asks, you nod immediately. Bucky laughs, his hands sliding up and down your thighs, you're squirming underneath him. “You should have thought about it before you were teasing me like that.”
You whine, pouting when Bucky caresses your skin softly. His index finger slides through your folds but he removes it when you whine and thrust your hips against his hand. You earn a harsh slap, eyes watering when his hand meets your wet pussy over and over again. His hand is soaked and he isn’t even inside of you yet.
“Teasing me, doll. I told you I will fuck you and you wont be able to walk for at least a week anymore than. Beg for my cock, my pretty little slut,” Bucky grins, his hand finding its way back to your dripping pussy. “I want you to beg for my cock before you get it. Want you to see me jerking off when you’re overstimulated but can't stop thinking of my cock.”
Bucky grasps your hips, turning you around and lifting your ass. You gasp, your face is pressed into the pillow and you inhale his scent deeply, smirking. But you don’t have much time to enjoy his scent in the pillow because he brings his hand to your ass, leaving a red print of it on your ass cheek. You yelp, eyes widen, when he does it again. Your arousal is flowing down your inner thighs, making Bucky laugh lightly about your neediness. Bucky brings his metal hand to your wet folds, covering them in your slick before he pinches your sensitive bottom.
“Bucky! Fuck, please. I need your cock,” you whine, pushing your ass further back against him. You earn another slap on your already sore ass, while his metal fingers slide up and down your wet folds. He brings his fingers to your wet entrance, circling it before he pushes one of his thick digits into you. The feeling of his cold fingers compared to your hot pussy makes you sigh softly.
“Want my cock, you needy little slut? Teasing me so much, now it’s my turn to tease you, doll,” he says, he leans closer, kissing your lower back to your ass. Bucky thrusts his finger in and out of you, feeling your walls already clenching around his digit. Your boyfriend pushes another into your tight pussy, curling his fingers and hitting your sweet spot. You moan loudly, arching your back and with every stroke of his fingers inside of you, your mind becomes dizzier.
“Daddy, please,” you whine, meeting the thrusts of his fingers. Bucky chuckles, having you in your subspace, especially where he wanted you to be. The brown-haired man moves his fingers in a steady pace in and out of your clenching pussy. You feel the pleasure growing in your lower stomach, your breath becomes heavier. He pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you on the edge. “Please, wanna come. Need to come so bad, daddy.”
“Not yet, doll, not finished with your punishment just yet,” Bucky groans, he moves a few inches away, grasping the lube and opens it, squirting some of the liquid on his finger, then he holds the lube above your ass, letting it flow down. You squeal, trying to escape the cold feeling but Bucky grasps your waist and holds you in place.
He closes the bottle and throws it somewhere on the bed, bringing his fingers to your puckered
hole. You hiss when he circles his digits around your tight hole. Then he presses the tip of his index finger into your ass, slowly to let you adjust to the stretch. You feel the tears of pain and pleasure build up in your eyes, slowly rolling down your cheeks. Bucky caresses your lower back softly with his hand, lowering to kiss you softly while he works his finger into your ass.
Moans and whines escape your mouth when he stops his movements, waiting for you to adjust to his finger. “You're doing so well for me, doll. Taking my finger like the good girl you are,” Bucky praises.
He pulls his finger almost completely out of you before he pushes it back into you. Bucky adds another finger, pumping both of them into your tight ass. Your back arches and you feel your orgasm approaching once again but he doesn't let you come just yet. “Doll, hold it. You don't have permission to come just yet.”
Before you can complain he removes his fingers, chuckling when you groan in frustration. You wiggle your ass, causing Bucky to bring his hand to your sore ass cheek once again. “Daddy wants some fun before you're going to come, babydoll.”
Bucky grabs his cock, giving himself a few strokes, his thumb moving over his red, leaking tip. Your boyfriend moans, then he gets closer to you and slides his cock over your pussy, coating it with your arousal. Bucky moves his cock to your ass, pushing softly against your puckering hole, smirking when you voluntarily press your ass against his cock. He uses his fingers to push his tip down and into your tight hole.
He doesn't move, just his tip in your ass causes him to come and shoot his white seeds all into your ass. “Fuck, feeling so good around daddy's cock. Squeezing me so well, can't stop cumming in your tight little ass, doll.” Bucky strokes his cock with his hand, more cum is dripping out of his cock and flowing into your ass.
You whimper, feeling so full and empty at the same time. You need Bucky inside of you, need him to fuck your probably but he just strokes his cock and pumps your ass full with his warm cum. When his cum is dripping out of you he uses his fingers to push it back, but not in your ass — Bucky is turned on by the idea of pushing his cum into your pussy and that's what he is doing. He pushes his cum into your clenching cunt, smirking when his greedy little cunt swallows his cum.
“Daddy, please. Wanna touch me,” you beg, pulling at the handcuffs. You clench around Bucky, showing him how desperate you are, willing to take more of him when he lets you touch yourself. But Bucky has better ideas, grasping the vibrator that's next to the two of you and holds it against your clit, he then turns it on.
When the vibrator is pressed to your clit and on the highest level Bucky smirks. He strokes his cock with his other hand, feeling your clench around his cock, while he brings you to your edge, the band in your stomach almost immediately snapping but you try to hold back,not wanting to disappoint him. Bucky feels it, the way you clench around him, the way your hands gripping the pillow. Your moans are higher as usual and you wiggle your ass to get more of his cock but he only leaves the tip into your ass.
“You can come, doll. Just come and make daddy proud,” he says, smirking when you come after getting the permission to do so. Your mouth drops open, tears still falling down your cheeks when you dig your fingers into the sheets. Bucky comes once again, pumping your ass full with more of his come when you clench so perfectly around his dick. Your tight ass hugging his length so well that he feels like he could come over and over again in your ass.
Bucky made you come around four more times, while he was stroking his cock, still the tip buried in your ass, pushing his cum into your ass until it was leaking out of you. You're clit overstimulated and you don't think you can have another orgasm, but Bucky knows you can, so he presses the toy still against your clit, causing you to whine and almost scream when you come another time. Your breath is heavy, sweat is covering your body.
“Daddy, please. No more, can't take another one, please,” you beg, tears falling down your cheeks but the toy is still simulating your pussy and you feel your walls clench once again. The pleasure grows in your stomach and you feel exhausted but Bucky doesn't look like he is bored of it just yet. “D—Daddy, please. Please, can't come again.”
“Don't want daddy's cock, pretty girl?” He asks, turning off the vibrator and places it to the side, his dick still inside of you. Bucky caresses your back softly, leaning down to kiss your shoulders. You sigh softly, wanting to let yourself fall down to lay probably but Bucky holds you with his metal hand around your waist up. “Thought my good girl wants my cock.”
You whimper, you want his cock, in your pussy. You want your boyfriend to fuck you but you had already so many orgasms. “I want daddy's cock.”
Bucky grins, pulling his cock out of you and looking at his cum while it drips out of your ass. Slowly flowing down your pussy and mixing with your arousal. A soft whine escapes your lips when you feel suddenly so empty. “Good girl, doing so well for me. You're my good girl, aren't you? Turn around, sweet girl, so daddy can make love to you.”
You smile softly, turning around with his help. Bucky turns you by your hips and gets greeted by you fucked up expression but the adorable smile still across your lips. He leans over you, his hands on both sides of your shoulders and you can feel his still hard cock against your aching pussy. Bucky smirks at you, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet and soft kiss with yours. His tongue slides over your lips and you part them just enough for him to push his into your mouth and explore it.
When the two of you pull away to inhale deeply he uncuffs your hands. You place them immediately around his neck, pulling him closer to kiss him once again. Bucky uses one of his hands to line his cock up with your wet entrance, slowly pushing in. His metal hand caressing your cheek softly, his forehead resting against yours and he smirks at you. Bucky pushes his cock balls deep into you, stretching your pussy. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size. Your hands holding onto his back, fingers digging into his muscular shoulders.
“Doing so well for me, pussy feeling so good around me, squeezing me so good, doll,” he says, quietly. Bucky presses his lips against yours once again, his hands both next to your shoulders, holding him slightly up. You feel his broad chest and fast heartbeat against your silky breasts.
Bucky starts moving slowly in and out of you, his thrusts are soft and at a smooth pace. You moan, arching your back and close your eyes, enjoying the softness of his thrusts into your tight cunt. “Look at me, doll. Wanna see your pretty eyes when you come all over my cock.”
You open your eyes, smirking at him. Bucky grins back at you, kissing your nose while he speeds up his thrusts. You clench around him, sucking him even deeper while he groans, eyes locked with yours. He brings the two of you closer to your edge, the familiar pleasure growing in your lower stomach and your breathing gets heavier with every thrust of his hips against yours. His balls slapping against your ass, wetness spreading all over your pussy, his cock and his balls.
“Come, doll. Come all over my cock,” he whispers, pressing his lips against yours before he pulls away, his hips slamming harsher against yours and the band in your stomach snaps, you squirt all over his cock. You moan his name, Bucky smirks, coming inside of your pussy and painting your clenching walls white. You're squeezing his cock, and he feels like he can't move inside of you, only an inch. Your walls hugging his cock and holding him in place — inside of your cunt.
“Feeling so good,” he mumbles, looking deep into your eyes while he still thrusts into you, fucking you in a lovely way through your orgasm. Bucky can't get enough of the way you look when you come all over his cock, especially not when youre so fucked out but still looking adorable.
“I love you, doll. You did so well for me, such a good girl,” Bucky says, against your lips. He brushes his soft ones against yours, you shiver lightly. Your boyfriend breaks the distance between your lips, smirking softly into the kiss. You sigh, hands still on his back and you pull him closer, causing Bucky to fall on top of you.
His weight on you grounds you, feeling his warmth, while his cock is still buried inside of you. Now soft and covered in both of your arousals but neither of your cares right now. The feeling of being so close to one another and relaxing after so many orgasms — it's just the best feeling after sex.
“Can we clean you, pretty girl? I’ll pull out and then we’ll go to the bathroom and clean you,” Bucky mumbles against your lips. You shake your head, whining when he tries to pull out of you. He chuckles softly, his fingers caressing your cheek softly. “Doll, we need to clean ourselves.”
With a low groan you let him pull out of you, pouting softly. Tears falling down your cheeks when his seeds flow out of you, feeling so empty without his cock inside of you. Bucky kisses the tears away, with his thumbs he is wiping the trails softly away before he gets off the bed before he lifts you up and walks with you through the room and into the bathroom.
“It's fine, pretty girl. Let's run you a bath and I'm gonna change the sheets.” Bucky places you on the toilet, running you a bath while you sit there and look at him, admiring the red stripes on his back — the ones you left when you scratched your nails over his perfect body.
“C—Can you- Bucky, can you change the sheets later?” You ask shyly. He turns around, getting on his knees in front of you and placing his hands on your thighs. Bucky lips are curled up in a soft smile, his eyes glowing in a beautiful blue, things he only reserves for you to see. He nods, kissing you softly before he gets back up and turns off the water.
Your boyfriend walks to a shelf, gripping two bottles for bubble baths and holds them up. When you point at the one with your favorite scent he nods, pouring it into the water. He then places it back, picking you up once again and places you into the bathtub, getting into it behind you.
Bucky wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as possible while you rest your head against his broad chest, inhaling deeply. You relax in his strong arms while you place your hands on his thick thighs and draw small circles on them. “I love you too, Bucky.”
You feel his chest vibration, showing you that he chuckles lightly. His fingers caress the soft skin of your belly and he causes some thoughts in your mind — some thoughts you sometimes had already but you haven’t talked much about it with Bucky yet.
“Bucky?” He hums in response, waiting for you to continue. “Have you ever thought about having a baby?”
Bucky's fingers dig softly into your lower stomach when you ask that. He has often thought about it, but he wasn't sure what you think about it. He nods, remembering that you sit with your back toward him. Bucky clears his throat, leaning closer to kiss your neck before he bites into your earlobe and earns a soft moan from you. “I have, and I guess they would look adorable, with my eyes, your nose,” he chuckles. Bucky means every word but he can't stop himself from chuckling when you growl.
“I would love to have a baby with you, but there is no rush, doll,” he mumbles. The thought of you carrying his baby in your stomach, showing everyone that you belong to him is something he would never say no to.
Bucky has found his home in you and with you, everything like a child or a dog you two talked about would only make your family grow and complete. “I would love to have a child with you, maybe two or three.”
You laugh softly, causing Bucky to chuckle against your neck. “I love you, Bucky,” you mumble, leaning more against him, his hand still caressing your belly softly.
“I love you too, and I'm gonna pump you full with my sweet babies. Then you will be all round and I will talk to your belly every day, read them stories and sing for them then,” he tells you, getting a frustrated hum from you. “I will still have the most attention for my pretty girl. You know I can sing to you too, do you want me to sing?” You nod and Bucky does exactly that, he starts singing your song. The one the two of you decided to be your song now — when you two danced like nothing around you is important. And that's it, when you’re with one another nothing is as important as just the two of you for one another.
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OP Men Holding Their Firstborn for the First Time
Note: This is in relation to my post of headcanons for these five men and their children. I just started thinking of which ones of them will cry, who will freak out over holding a tiny baby, who may reject the thought at first. And it came to this lol. I think the next one in this series will be names for the kids or babies taking their first steps! The baby fever is strong help. For now, please enjoy these men being soft about their offspring!
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Ace almost has a heart attack when you try to pass your daughter to him, he swears he felt his heart jump into his throat when you ask if he wants to hold her, saying no that he's fine for now, but you insist he should. He doesn't do so for several hours, instead watching you with her as he works up the courage to have her in his arms.
What if my powers activate and I burn her? What if she cries and kicks? Oh lord, what I drop her??
"Ace, please. You need to hold her."
The look on your face, like you're begging him to hold her, finally makes Ace agree, sitting on the edge of your hospital bed to take your hours old daughter from you. You remind him to be careful of her head, make sure to support her, and smile when you finally get to see the two loves of your life together at last.
She doesn't fuss or cry or kick, instead staying fast asleep and seeming like she's snuggling into the warmth Ace radiates thanks to his Devil Fruit powers. He's just amazed by her, her tiny little nose and the beautiful, dark eyelashes that brush her chubby little cheeks. She's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen after you of course.
Ace fights not to cry but can't help the few tears that sneak out, wiping them away on his sleeve quickly, the one time he wears a shirt and it's the day you give birth to the newest love of his life.
Gosh, he always knew you were amazing. Now you've given him a family of his own, how could he ever repay you?
"Thank you for her...she's so perfect."
Ace can't seem to tear his eyes away from your daughter's little face, and that's okay with you. She's his baby too, he needs to have some time with her.
"What do you think we should name her, Ace?"
Oh. Oh crap, she does need a name huh?
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Law doesn't even have a chance to think about it, he's holding your son immediately after birth since he was the one to help you deliver obviously. Once your baby boy is wrapped in a towel Law hands him right to you before checking to make sure you're doing all right. Your vitals are all normal and stable, he's relived that you're both fine, while he watches you talk to your crying newborn.
You tell him that it doesn't count that he held your son right away since he's your and the boy's doctor, eventually getting Law to sit down and actually hold him as his father instead. Your son kept fussing and crying until Law finally got to hold him, the newborn quieting after a few moments but keeping his eyes shut tight and his little hands in fists as he kept whining.
Once he finally opens his eyes to stare up at Law, it's probably the cutest thing you've ever seen in your life apart from Bepo.
Especially once you catch sight of a few tears in Law’s eyes, making you smile softly as you lean back to just watch them. He's quick to rub at his eyes and make them stop, but the few sniffles you hear every bit tell you he's trying to stop himself from looking like a bigger baby than your literal baby he's holding.
He's never actually held a baby so tiny, not since Lammy was born. And to know this is his son, it's crazy to think about while he watches your baby boy start to fall asleep.
He really does wish his parents, sister, and Cora-san were there. They'd all love to meet your son, and you know he's thinking that, but you hope realizes that all the Heart Pirates are going to love your little boy just as much as his family would have.
And that eases the sting a bit, especially when they all do get to meet your son, and not a single one of them is without tears, beyond happy for you and their beloved captain.
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Penguin almost begs to hold your daughter once she's born and you're both stable. Law tries to push him away while he takes your daughter's vitals and measurements, asking how on earth you dealt with Penguin being so clingy the last nine months, which just makes you laugh.
"Go sit with your wife, damn it, I'll bring her over in a minute."
"But, captain--"
"Penguin, just come over here for now."
Penguin sits beside your bed and pouts until Law finally brings your daughter over, about to hand her to you before you direct him to your husband. Both ask if you're absolutely sure you want Penguin to hold her first, until you confirm it, and Law hands your daughter to her father, showing him the right away to hold her, before he leaves the three of you alone for a few minutes.
Penguin is absolutely enthralled with her. She's still fussy from being born, stretching out her little arms and legs, making cute little sounds, and he just can't believe she's finally here. He feels like you two waited an eternity for her to be born, now she has been! She's so small, she fits perfectly in his arms and it makes him want to cry so much.
"She's so tiny."
"And she looks just like you, Peng."
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Due to you having twins, you hold your son while Sanji holds your daughter, blubbering like the baby girl was because he's just so happy to have these babies with you. It makes you want to laugh hearing him cry, watching him kiss your daughter's forehead to try and calm her down while he dotes on her and you give your son attention.
"You're an angel, a perfect little gift from heaven!"
When you finally swap which baby you're each holding, Sanji still cries, happy to have a son too! He never really thought you'd have twins, or that they'd be fraternal on top of it! Both are so precious to him, you're precious to him, this little family you've now built together.
Your daughter has his hair, but your son looks just like you to Sanji. He kisses your son's forehead before looking at you and your newborn daughter, still unable to believe this is going to be his life from now on. You, and him, and your two tiny blessings.
"I love you so, so much."
He can't wait to call Zeff and let him know the good news.
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Zoro has no worries or qualms or tears when holding your son for the first time. Actually, it doesn't hit him for a few hours that he has a child now.
Your son is so quiet most of his first day outside the womb, sleeping and eating, only fussing when he needs something, but you're able to calm him down quickly. The way you're able to do that when this is your first baby impresses Zoro more than anything today.
It's only once you're asleep and he's holding your son again that it really gets to him. There's another person depending on him now, this one being his own flesh and blood, his newborn son that already looks just like him. His hands are so tiny, he's not even able to fully get his little fingers around one of Zoro's fingers.
Chopper made sure you both were left alone for the day, Zoro taking a bed next to yours and laying back with your son on his chest that night. That's when he realized just how small your baby is. His hand covered the newborn's back completely, his tiny hand fisting Zoro's shirt as he slept, small coos and whines coming from him every now and then. Zoro looks at you for a moment, before back to your son with a smile.
Your son may not have been planned, but Zoro's more than accepting of how his life is turning out.
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Note 2: I am absolutely willing to elaborate on these men and their children. If anyone wants to see something specific, just send me a message! I'll be posting more of my own thoughts too!
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svt with a s/o who loves cooking/ baking | ot13
the ones that cannot cook to save their life - pulling you was the best thing to happen in their life:
𐙚🧸ྀི wonwoo, vernon, chan, hoshi
in their eyes you're the coolest person alive - how are you able to cook and bake so well is a mystery for them. nonetheless, they’d love to accompany you whenever you’d be cooking/ baking, even if they’d just be watching, while having this cute lovestruck gaze that’d follow your every move. even though they wouldn't help much with the cooking/baking, they would take care of taking away the dirty dishes and washing them, or wiping the countertops if they got dirty, so as not to be completely useless (even though having them, even if they’d just be watching, would be more than enough for you). if you ever baked something, they’d probably take it to practice too, and if anyone would ask them what they were eating, they’d shyly mention that you made it.
his cooking skills are okay-ish, he won’t burn the kitchen down (the food somehow always end up being ass):
𐙚🧸ྀི jeonghan, joshua, woozi, minghao, seungkwan
having a partner who can cook and bake so well feels like such a blessing for them. they’d always inhale the food you made, and mention every other second how great it was, and that they have never anything as good as this (they say that anytime you cook/bake something). they'd be a bit hesitant to help you out, worried they might mess something up, but with your encouragement, and directions on what they’re supposed to do, they’d get the hang of it very quickly, and you’d end up having such a fun time. if they took the lunch or snacks you prepared for them to practice, they'd go around and tell people that you made it and that they miss out on so much good food (if anyone asked them for a bite of the food, they’d side eye them and walk away).
the ones that would love to cook alongside you, they wouldn’t burn the kitchen, and the food would be edible:
𐙚🧸ྀི coups, jun, dk, mingyu
cooking together equals date nights, they’d never miss out on spending quality time with you, and the fact that food is involved? they’re in heaven. you’d have the best time talking, messing around, probably making fun of each other from time to time for messing something up. it’d be so domestic, and they only word you’d be able to describe it as would be home. yep, that’s what home feels like. i’d be a bit hesitant when it comes to baking, though. they’d be like: fuck the proportions, let’s freestyle, and it’d just end up in a huge disaster (i still have nightmares from nana tour, when mingyu wasn’t able to whisk the eggs, my slavic ass is sweating). you can be sure the food would be inhaled by them in less than ten seconds, because if there’s something they love more than cooking with you, it’s eating what you have prepared.
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period sex with könig (because i'm on my period.) 🩸
könig doesn't have a phobia for blood at all. i mean, it wouldn't be a smart decision for him to join the military if he had some sort of fear of the crimson liquid that stains the soles of his military-issued boots, no matter how hard he scrubs them.
instead, könig is intrigued by it and finds himself drawn towards you while you're menstruating, like a vampire would be. all könig wants to do is help you with your pains and agonising cramps by massaging your stomach with his hot hands and bury his face between your soft, warm thighs to eat you out.
“c’mon, sonnenschein. relax, i’ll take care of you.”
könig praises you the entire time while he's between your thighs, suckling on your little clit while you howl out like a mutt in heat, moaning and mewling at the wet sensation of his tongue lapping over your bloodied cunt. he understands that you can become more emotional and sensitive during these days and does his best to take care of you with words of affirmation and his constant attention and comfort.
he rolls his pink tongue back and forth until it's stained red and his lips are tinted with your blood dripping onto his tongue and running down his chin, smeared along his fair skin. his cheeks flush pink and his meaty cock aches inside of the tightness of his boxers, slobbering all over your drooling, aroused cunt. he nibbles on your thighs teasingly through deep breaths, his calloused fingers gripping the fat and flesh on your soft hips, holding you still in his firm grasp. the feeling of könig's tongue against your sensitive clit leaves you bucking your hips, jerking them upward into his face only to be held down by könig who chuckles at your sensitivity and eagerness.
“you’re such an eager, little thing. relax, sweetness. let me enjoy my meal and ease you into relaxation.”
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rumor spreader?
pairing: max verstappen x reader, charles leclerc x reader, lando norris x reader, oscar piastri x reader (platonic or poly? you decide…)
summary: you loved spreading rumors, about everything and everyone. it was just about time someone caught on.
notes: mentions of drugs, fluff, my oscar bias shines in this, pls send requests!!
“So..” the interviewer drew out, focusing her eyes on you and you only. You, Max, Charles, Lando, and Oscar were all sitting on a long gray couch, Lando and Oscar on your left, Max and Charles on your right.
You were doing one of the many jobs that came with being a formula one driver, interviews. You didn't really mind interviews, they were mostly fun, and it was better than the long and boring meeting you had most weeks. Although you would normally conduct interviews with your team partner, or even alone, it seems like this time they decided to switch things up.
“We have heard from a little birdy, that you, Y/N are quite the troublemaker?” The men around you instantly started getting rowdy, all loudly chiming in with their own agreements.
You laughed, distracting the men around you, stracking your arm with a smile, “Depends on what you're referring to...”
“Rumors.” was all the interviewer had to say behind the camera before you completely burst out laughing, leaning back and knocking into Charles hand. The men around you looked confused, not exactly knowing what the interviewer was referring to.
Calming down, you looked around at the men with a smile, “So this is where it ends.” you huff, ignoring Oscars (adorable) confused face.
“I take it the little birdy was correct?” the interview grinned, clearly happy to get this new and exclusive content for his bosses.
“Yes. The little birdy was correct.” You sighed, looking up at the camera in faux shame. “I am Y/N L/N, and I am addicted to spreading rumors.”
You didn't need to look around to know the boys next to you were looking at you in shock. “Care to elaborate?” Charles suggested, looking at you with a small smile.
You wiped your hands nervously over your pants, knowing this whole conversation could lead you to so much trouble. “There's not much to say..” you laughed once more, this time with nerves, “I just like to spread rumors.” You leaned back into the couch with a shrug.
But of course, the boys were not going to let this down so quickly, “No, no.” Lando shook his head, sitting up, “I’d like to hear more about this.”
“I would too.” Max chimed in, leaning forward. Oscar and Charles, were quick to also agree, but you still didnt know how to start.
“What's the biggest rumor you've spread?” The interviewer chimed in, and your eyes instantly shifted over to Max, whose eyes widened, “Is it about me?” he questioned shocked, Lando laughed loudly.
“I’ll only say it if you promise you won't get mad at me.” You started, cautiously.
Max tilted his head, unsure. “C’mon Max,” Lando smirked, “I think we all need to hear this. Right Oscar?”
“Yeah, Mate.” Oscar laughed, “I'm at the edge of my seat here.”
After a few seconds, Max agreed, you shut your eyes in shame. Whispering, “I accidentally! Started a rumor that you..took coke before each race.”
Instantly Lando burst out in complete laughter, falling on the ground, and leaning on your knees. “Jesus Christ…” he giggled, laughing even louder by the second. You shamefully opened your eyes, making contact with a completely shocked Oscar, who looked like he was trying to keep it together, before you looked over to Charles and Max who both looked equally confused.
“I.. don't understand.” Charles frowned, “Coke?”
“You know like..” you reached up and covered one nostril, before snorting upward, “Coke, coke.”
All at once it hit the two men, Charles laughed even louder than Lando, who was slowly getting back up to his seat, although Max didn't seem equally amused. “You did what..” he spoke slowly.
You instantly jumped in to defend yourself, “I swear it was an accident!”
“How does one accidently..” Oscar smiled at you sweetly, “Start a rumor like that?”
“I was talking to some interns, when they brought up Max’s incredibly winning numbers,” you tried to get Max to smile, but it wasn't working, “When I, as a joke, said, ‘Maybe it's because he does coke before the races.’ Again Lando burst into laughter, with a huff, you punched his thigh hard, “I thought it was funny! And they laughed, so I thought they thought it was funny too!”
Max sighed out your name, placing his head into his hands disappointedly, “It wasn't until like three days later, that I heard other interns talking about the..coke situation. But I shut it down, I swear!” you huffed, never liking to see Max mad at you.
Deciding to derail the conversation, the interview asked, “What other rumors have you started.”
“Well I once told like half of the Mclaren team that Lando had peed himself during a meeting.”
“You did WHAT?” Lando turned to you with his mouth wide open, his face bright red, all trace of amusement gone.
“Not so funny when it's you, is it Lando?” Max smiled.
“And I told a bunch of people that Charles hated me.”
“Now why would you do that?” Charles sighed, placing his hand over yours, you shrugged, “I was bored.”
“Oh, and I told like ten people that I was a gambling addict.” You rolled your eyes, “That one didn’t spread as much as I wanted it to.”
“No rumors about Oscar?” the interviewer quipped.
“No, no.” You turned to Oscar, who was staring at you with his puppy dog eyes, “Never Oscar, he’s too sweet.”
“And I'm not?” Lando frowned, looking around in offense.
“No.”
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my queen | jenson button x fem! reader
summary; people still find it shocking that jenson’s wife was former beauty queen
fc; adriana lima
warnings; ?
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little sad bitchy!reader moment: her and rafe are at the country club with topper and kelce and some other friends of rafe and one of the guys starts saying how she would be a horrible wife and mother (bc of the way she is) and she honestly is so hurt by it and i think she would almost try to change the way she is around rafe a little just so he wouldn’t think that about her…
sobbing thinking about it and listening to this (https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLX2Pdcv/)
hi my love this was so amazing and wonderful to write! im sorry its kinda long, hope you like it ♡
in all honestly, you stopped caring what people said about you a long time ago. you weren't the way you were because it was funny, or to get a reaction out of others. that was just the way you've always been, and there was nothing you hated more than letting people walk all over you and get away it.
that must be why the comebacks would fly out of your mouth before you could stop them, if you even wanted to stop them. why you never stopped to think twice about the people who didn't want to talk to you again or the boys who didn't want a second date.
you weren't easy to handle, not that you wanted to be, but you knew you weren't.
it seemed easy enough for rafe though.
he never seemed to wish that you'd bite your tongue or tell you to act differently, behave a certain way. no, he'd laugh and fire back something, or agree with you and say something you remember to add to your collection of insults.
rafe liked you as you were. that's why he fought so long and hard to get you, something that you didn't take lightly. you were committed, and the more days that went by, you found yourself softening up more and more with him.
rafe knew a side of you that a select few had ever seen, much less engaged with. you liked it this way, having a boyfriend you could be yourself around and be a little soft around.
until you overhear a boy at the club talking about you. in all your years of life, you've never let a boy make you feel upset, and you didn't want to start now. a comeback brews the second he mentions your name—of course it's the idiot one, the one whose parents pay for his grades and doesn't know anything besides losing at pong and scaring away girls—but it dies in your throat when you hear the words that follow.
"i mean i get it, she's hot, but i don't know how cameron puts up with her."
"what're you talking about? she's just like him," kelce says, and you feel briefly grateful for him.
"dude, she's a bitch. i've never heard one nice thing come out of her mouth. totally untamed. you can't bring a girl like that home to your folks, they'd hate her. especially his folks. and don't even mention long-term. imagine coming home after working all day and your girl is bitching at you? i mean, no offense but what kind of kids is she gonna raise?"
you hear laughter, and when your face feels wet, and you're confused for a moment. you look up at the ceiling, wondering if there's a leak, when your eyes flood again and more tears fall down.
crying, and that too over what one of rafe's friends said about you. this isn't like you. frankly, it's pathetic. those idiotic boys don't know the first thing about you or your relationship with rafe—they don't know the conversations you have and all the things you both agree on and the way he laughs when you fire back at him.
but somehow, feet leading you outside and to your car, fingers texting rafe some excuse for why you went home early, you end up letting it affect you.
rafe comes over the next morning—he texted you something but you didn't reply. worried for a moment about something you've never been concerned with before, you think a nicer girl would have texted him back right away, that you should have texted him back.
he doesn't knock, never does. your parents aren't home but he has your spare key, letting himself in and up to your room. he stops at the doorway, leaning against the frame.
"hey. what happened last night?" he asks it like he doesn't know what happened—which is good, you want it to stay that way. the thing you would have said yesterday bubbles up, coming to your lips. maybe if you'd gotten your head out of your ass, you'd see my text.
"wasn't feeling good. came home."
"you feelin' okay now?" he gets closer to you, and you look up at your boyfriend. i'd be fine but that asshole you already hate ruined my mood. will you run him over in your truck?
"better." you stop for a moment, you don't want him to think something's wrong. "how was your night?" he looks at you a little confused.
"it was fine. borin' without you. kelce asked where you went too."
"y'know i always liked kelce," you say, smiling again. you think you can get better at this.
rafe takes you out for lunch, and then you wanted to go shopping in the afternoon and get your nails done. it's a whole day, and you like spending it with him. you swallow down what your mind usually thinks and opt for being nice instead, polite questions and trepid commentary.
the waiter brings you the wrong drink—and though you're not so much of a bitch to hurl insults at teenager servers, you're normally annoyed enough to say something and get your correct drink. instead you sip it quietly, waiting for rafe to start the conversation. when you don't, he looks at you in that confused way again.
"you okay?"
"yeah. fine. you okay?"
if he thinks something's wrong, he doesn't say anything. at the mall, nothing looks how you want and even the things you like don't feel right. you'd let rafe buy you whatever you want, normally giving him a twirl in the dressing room and thanking him very sweetly.
"you want that dress?" rafe asks, his arm resting on a rack while you comb through mindlessly.
"no, it was too short."
"that's never been an issue before." ha-ha. pervert. looking up my skirt aren't you? knew you were desperately horny for me but this is down bad even for you.
"trying to dress better. and it'll be cold soon."
"hey, look at me." rafe uses his hands on your shoulders to turn you from the clothes, facing him. "you okay baby?"
fuck, you know you messed up. he only calls you that when he's being serious—the rest of the time it's princess, angel, sweetheart. all things that you are definitely not.
"i'm okay. i just don't want it. but thank you." you don't know it, but he thinks you're upset with him, spending the next hour in the nail salon racking his mind for the reason why.
your nails are fine, they look pretty enough. shorter than normal with a clean french manicure, you admire them from a distance. you suddenly feel like crying again, wondering why you didn't get the pink acrylics you like, rhinestones and bows and all the other things that were pretty to look at when you flipped people off.
in rafe's passenger seat after, you keep staring at your hands, feeling another tear slip down. rafe's not looking at you, he's looking ahead, still unsure what was going on.
"baby, if i did something you gotta tell me, i don't like seein' you like this-" when he turns his head to glance at you, you're looking back at him with your pouty face and wet cheeks—two things he's never seen before. "hey. what's wrong?"
you couldn't stop the downpour if you tried—tears falling quick and fast. you hate that anyone's seeing you like this, especially rafe.
rafe is nice to you, and you soften up around him. you didn't really realize that he softens up around you too. he wipes your tears away, keeps a hand on yours the whole time.
"can you talk to me? what's goin' on?"
"yesterday.. one of those guys said that i was a bitch-"
"which one? to your face? when? i'll fuckin' kill him-"
"no, he didn't know i was there. it's not that, i know i am. i don't care about that. he said that-" your voice cracks, something else you hate, that you don't want rafe hearing. "sorry. he said you couldn't bring me home. and that you would hate coming home to me-me being all mean. and that our kids would be mean too."
yes, you're mean. but rafe's mean too, and none of your friends have ever said anything like that about him. you like that he's mean, that he's like you—you think he's the closest thing to a soulmate you could ever find.
"don't fuckin' listen to any of them for a second, got it? they don't know anything."
"rafe, i-"
"no, seriously. they yap because i wasn't there to knock him out. and he says it when you're gone 'cause he knows you'd make him cry if you were there." you sniffle, though you already feel better.
"but i didn't. i started crying instead." you hate even thinking about it.
"s'okay, it happens. but don't believe a word of that shit. i wanna come home to you everyday. hear everything you say. i want all of it."
"really?" you ask him, wiping away your tears, appreciating the hand on your thigh and how sincerely he's looking at you. "i thought you'd be mean if i cried in front of you."
"it's hard enough to be mean to you."
"you're such a sap. should we go get ice cream and braid each others hair after this?" he laughs, and you laugh. "thanks rafey."
"no problem, kid."
"don't call me that." rafe groans, and you smile.
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Jason Todd fucks you like he’s scared you’re gonna break.
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. I WILL BLOCK YOU. NSFW BELOW THE CUT
Jason holds you so so soft. He kisses you like he’s worried that you’ll suddenly decide you hate him. His big hands cupping your face, angling you just right…
“Hi, sweet thing.” He murmured, smiling as he pulled away, admiring the dazed look on your face as he presses you up against the wall. “Oh, my darlin’s getting all dumb for me? Already?”
He’s only kind of an asshole when he finally gets you undressed- kissing your stomach, your thighs, the inside of your wrist, emerald green eyes half-lidded and peering up at you as he does. Worshiping you the way you deserve to be worshipped.
when he finally gets inside you, he’s all up in your ear moaning and nipping at any exposed skin he can get. One hand on your hip, the other laced with yours as he kisses over your face.
“so good, ‘s so good.” He moans, kissing you sweetly. You’re drooling and he laughs, swiping it away with his thumb all gentle. “You can hang on for me just a little longer, right?” He coos, kissing the corner of your mouth.
you’ve already cum once- he just wants to wring another one out of you. Making you feel good is what he’s the best at- it makes him feel good to see the aftermath, the way your bones turn to jelly and he gets to take care of you.
“One more.” He whines, pouting down at you as he works your body the way you like. “Please, please, sweet thing? Jus’ one more, and then I’ll be done, I promise, just…”
And you do, because you’re so good to him. Better than he deserves.
He cums soon after, kissing you deep, filling you up. He stays there for a minute, peppering you with gentle kisses, laughing softly as you groan at the fluids cooling on your body when you come down from your high.
“oh, you did so good.” He coos. “So good, sweet thing. Let me get you a snack, baby. Let me clean you up.”
and when he’s done, he slips you into one of his oversized hoodies he knows you like, and he holds you gentle as the two of you fall back into a bed he freshly made while you were getting out of the bath.
you fall asleep to his steady breaths, the feeling of his lips on your face, and the rumble of his voice saying “I love you, baby.”
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