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cloudzoro · 4 months

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Kink Discovery | haikyuu ♡

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individual reaction/headcanon scenarios on kink discovery with haikyuu characters!

reaction/headcanon requests for jjk, one piece, haikyuu, fmab & death note (male & female characters) are OPEN!

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genre: smut (minors dni)

characters included: aran, atsumu, daichi, mattsun, tsukki, ukai, bokuto, tendo

cw: drunk sex (atsumu), public sex, facefucking, deepthroating, dom!tendou, biting, spitting, marking, jealousy, ukai is kind of a meanie, fem!reader

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Aran Ojiro - lingerie

When you wake up on your birthday, Aran has already left for work. There's a small gift bag sitting on the dresser, stuffed with tissue paper. Beneath all the tissue paper sits a cute lacy lingerie set and a note.

Happy birthday, baby. I'm only working a half shift today. Be ready when I get back.

- your loving husband

You spend the rest of the morning getting ready, excited for what the second half of your birthday will bring you. The lingerie set fits perfectly; Aran has been adamant about knowing your size in everything when you first started dating. You feel sexy in it, and knowing that your husband wants to see you in it, you take some mirror selfies. You put effort into finding the sexiest poses and position yourself so your husband can see multiple angles. You sort through your favourites and send them to him with a message asking when he'll be home. He responds immediately, telling you to sit pretty and wait for him to be home soon.

It doesn't take long for Aran to get home. As soon as you hear the door click shut behind him, you exit the bedroom and meet him face-to-face. He takes a second to look you up and down.

“The pictures don't do you justice,” he says, pulling you into a kiss and patting your thigh. You jump at his signal, wrapping your legs around him, and your big, strong husband carries you back to your bedroom. Initially, Aran bought the lingerie because he knows it makes you feel sexy. He always thinks you look beautiful in it, but he never went as crazy over it as he feels now. He drops you down to the mattress and removes his shirt.

“Happy birthday, sweet girl,” he says, leaning down to kiss you again. He kisses around the edge of the lace on your chest and down to the waistband of your panties. He showers you in compliments, letting you know how much of a goddess you are to him and how he worships the ground you walk on. He pulls your panties to the side instead of sliding them down your leg. “I'm not ready to take these off yet”, he says before diving in and flicking his tongue against your clit.

Atsumu Miya - public

Atsumu backs you against the door of the club bathroom, refusing to part from your lips as he reaches for the lock. He told you before you even left the house, there's no way he'd ever be able to behave himself around you in that dress. One of his hands wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to his body, and the other slips underneath the skirt of your dress.

“You look so good”, he growls. He moves his kisses down to your neck. You're so worked up by the combination of alcohol and lust in your system. His hand dips into your underwear and he groans against your skin when he feels how wet you are. He kisses your lips again and walks you over to the sink. He turns you around to face the mirror, and you stumble forward slightly, angled over the sink. Atsumu pushes you further over the sink. “Love seeing you like this.”

He's quick and desperate when he pulls your underwear down your legs. He waits for you to kick them away so he can pick them up and tuck them into his jeans pocket. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls his cock free, lining it up with your pussy. When he pushes into you, Atsumu moans louder than expected; the walls of your pussy always seem to unravel him.

“Quiet tsumu, someone might hear us” Your plea, however, only makes Atsumu louder as he pictures one of his friends walking in on the two of you.

“And what if they did, huh? What if someone walked in to see me fucking this pretty pussy? I'd keep going, let ‘em watch. Would you like that?” You hear him growl under his breath when you nod in response.

You look up at his face in the mirror's reflection and see a grin plastered on his. He lifts one of your legs, using the counter to support it, and pulls the rest of your body upright. You turn your head to look at him properly, and he immediately kisses your lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth. His hips pick up speed, and he gets rougher with you, desperate to make you cum. When you start whining that you're close, Atsumu moves his hand that was holding your leg to play with your clit, getting you closer and closer to cumming.

“scream for me, baby, let everyone out there know I'm fucking you good.”

Daichi Sawamura - facefucking

Daichi returns home from work, and within seconds, you're standing in the entryway, waiting to throw yourself into his arms. It's late in the evening, but you don't mind; all you want is to see your husband. After he takes his jacket off and hangs it up, he looks you in the eye and steps towards you. He reaches out, and you waste no time pulling him into a kiss. His arms wrap around you, squeezing you as tight to him as you can get.

“I missed you today. Sorry I'm home so late”, he sighs after pulling away, touching his forehead against yours. You cup his face and push him back slightly to see his face properly. Daichi stares at you with tired eyes, struggling to focus on you.

“I missed you too. How about we get you to bed so we can spend the day together tomorrow?” you say, running a hand through his hair. He shakes his head in protest, leaning back in to kiss you. You smile into the kiss. You drag him into the living room and tell him to sit on the sofa. He groans as you drop to your knees in front of him. He reaches down to unbutton his trousers, and you swat his hands away.

“let me take care of you,” you say, doing it for him.

“You're so good to me, baby”, he groans as you lick up his cock. You take his cock into your mouth, and he loudly moans. He's too tired to keep his composure, so his hips buck up into your mouth. You try to push your mouth as far down as it will go. “don't take all of me if you can't do it, baby; this already feels insane”, he says. You ignore his words and relax your throat. His tip hits the back of your throat, and you gag slightly. The strangled noise Daichi makes is unlike anything you've heard from him before. He pulls you off his cock, panting loudly.

“Is everything OK?” you ask, voice tired and raspy. Your husband smiles at you, nodding his head.

“Perfect baby, I just - let me fuck your face,” he says. “Please”, he adds. You nod, opening your mouth for him. His hand grabs the back of your hair, holding you in place and thrusting his hips up into your mouth. The tight feeling of your throat has him cumming the quickest he ever has. You swallow everything he gives you, and he watches you in awe. He tucks himself back into his trousers and pulls up onto his lap.

“Was that good?” you ask, and he laughs at the ridiculousness of your question.

“I'm barely even functioning right now. You were perfect. Give me a few minutes to recuperate, and we can go to bed.”

Issei Matsukawa - marking

Mattsun wishes he could control his jealousy problem. He knows you would never cheat, but seeing you laughing away with his friends leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He knows it shouldn't bother him, but when you give Makki a goodbye hug and wish him happy birthday, it makes his skin crawl.

When he finally gets you home, he immediately pulls you to the bedroom, growling under your breath about how he's so much better than stupid Makki. You roll your eyes at his muttering, but you're not going to complain when he's channelling his jealousy into fucking you.

It doesn't take long before you're on your back, legs wrapped around Mattsuns waist as his cock stretches you. You claw at his back as he buries his face in your neck, fucking you slow and deep.

“You're mine. I'm gonna mark you up, maybe then my friends will remember you're taken” Your neck muffles his voice, but the raspy tone of his voice still makes you whimper. He attaches his lips to your neck, teeth grazing the skin and sucks a pretty mark into your neck. When he's finished, he leans back to look at the mark. He's overcome with the urge to add more, so he does. He continues slowly rocking his hips and sectioning his mouth over any patch of skin he can get to.

When he's finally done, your neck and shoulders are covered in very obvious red and purple marks. Feeling satisfied and accomplished, he picks up his pace. His large hands grip the back of your thighs and push your legs up to your chest. He fucks your harder, eyes flickering from your marked up chest to your blissed out face.

“You're so fucking pretty”

Kei Tsukishima - Spitting

The two of you are at a house party. Tsukki stands in the kitchen chatting to Kyotani, and you cling to his side. He looks good, and you can't help teasing him. He tries not to give in because he's in public, but when you wait for Kyotani to get another drink and lean up to whine in his ear, his patience wanes. He grabs your hand and drags you into the nearest bedroom.

“You're so needy,” Says Tsukki, pushing his hands into your panties. “You seriously couldn't wait until we went home?.” His words may sound harsh, but there's a smile on his face as he kisses you. The feeling of his tongue in your mouth has your mind going hazy. You don't even register your words until they leave your mouth.

“spit on me”, you whine, opening your mouth for him. He pauses to think it over, it's the first time you've ever requested him to spit on you. He obliges, spit landing on your tongue, then reconnects your lips. He pushes his fingers inside you as his kisses get messier. He has you pressed against his friend's bedroom wall, fingering you and you cling to him.

“if you're good and cum for me now, I'll take you home and fuck you properly.” he growls moving his kisses to your neck. “I'll be as nasty as you want me to be. I'll spit on that pretty pussy before I eat it. I'll make a real mess of you” He's usually mouthy during sex but he's never dirty talked like this before. You're both desperate and he grinds against your leg as he works you to your orgasm.

You cum almost immediately, legs shaking as he holds you upright. He kisses you, sucking on your tongue as he lets you ride out your orgasm. He sucks his fingers into his mouth and walks out of the party, not even bothering to say goodbye to the host. He has something much more appealing in his mind.

Keishin Ukai - begging

Keishin leans back against the sofa, staring at you with a smug grin on his face as you ride his cock. In the heat of an argument, you had told him you didn't need him to get off, that you could do all the work yourself. After talking through your petty argument, he found the comment lingering in his head so he decided to prove you wrong. He kissed all over your pretty skin, spoke soft words and got you all worked up, only to sit back and tell you that if you want to cum then you have to do it yourself or take back what you said. You, ever the stubborn type, accepted his terms and took the reins for once. His cock feels so good, reaching all the deepest spots inside you.

“feels so good” Your voice comes out as an airy whine, and your boyfriend tries his best to keep his composure as you clench around him. Your hand presses into his bare shoulders to use as leverage to keep your hips moving. After a few minutes, the muscles in your thighs start to burn, and you slow down, choosing to grind down on him instead of bounce. Keishin notices what you're doing and laughs, trying his best not to show you how affected he is.

“I thought you could do it all yourself. What's wrong, baby?” he asks condescendingly. Your thighs shake slightly as you will yourself to keep moving. “If you want me to take over, all you have to do is tell me how much you need me”, He says in a smug sing-song voice. You groan, you don't want to admit defeat, but if your boyfriend doesn't put you on your back and fuck your brains out, then you might combust.

“Please, Keishin”, you beg, “I need you so bad. Want you to pin me down and fuck me” He's never heard you beg before, but the way your voice trembles when like you're so desperate for him you're going to cry flips a switch inside him, and he happily turns you so you're laying with your back against the sofa cushions.

“Don't you worry, baby I got you.”

Kotaro Bokuto - size kink

Your boyfriend's size was always a major turn-on for you, but he never gave your size difference much thought until now. Bokuto has you in his arms, fucking you against the wall.

“You take me so well, pussy was made for me”, He moans in your ear. You hold on to him the best you can as he stretches you out. The way your pussy is clenching around him has him seeing stars.

“You're so big, Kou”, you whine, and he almost cums on the spot. He's used to compliments about the size of his muscles, but the way you cry out about the size of his cock and struggle to take him full ignites a different kind of fire within him.

“You can take me; you always do”, he growls. He's always sensitive, your tight pussy brings him to the edge fast, but he tries to hold off as he makes you cum with him. His grip tightens around you as he puts you on the bed. He leans over you fucking you harder. He dwarfs you in size, which is made clearer by the way you're hidden in his shadow. If someone were to walk in, they might not even see you. His size makes him feel like he can protect you no matter what and fuels his pride. His words are slurred and garbled together as his hips rut wildly into you. You're both close, and it doesn't take long for you to cum. Bokuto follows soon after, unable to withstand the way your pussy pulses around his huge cock, and he fills you up with cum.

“Fuck”, you groan, dragging out the vowel. “Sometimes it scares me how much you stretch me out. You're too big,” you whine, clenching around him again. He hasn't moved from inside you, opting instead to squish you slightly. You don't miss the way his cock twitches when he compliments your size. “round two?” you ask, pulling his head up so he can look you in the eyes.

“I thought you said I was too big?” he asks playfully. He lifts himself back up to his forearms and pulls you into a sweet kiss, rocking his hips into you again.

Satori Tendou - biting

Tendou has always been a bit wild in the bedroom, and he's never afraid to bring things up with you, so when he asks mid-stroke if he can sink his sharp teeth into your skin, you don't hesitate to say yes.

He has you positioned face down, ass up. Your face is squished against the sheets as Tendou holds you down by your hair. He fucks you slow and hard to begin with, building you up to an orgasm, then holding still and tearing it away from you. You can feel his breath on your shoulder blade; he occasionally presses sloppy kisses there or lets his teeth scrape against your skin, but he has yet actually to bite down. You know it's coming, and the anticipation is making you restless that, combined with the frustration of a denied orgasm, almost has you in tears.

“‘Tori” you whine, and he softly shushes you.

“It's ok, angel. I'll make you come soon I promise” he coos, pressing another kiss to your back. His hips speed up and you feel the coil tighten in your stomach. He pays close attention to your reactions and just when you get lost in the feeling of your impending orgasm he leans down and bites the skin of your shoulder blade. The sudden sting makes heat fill your body as you cum. Your legs shake and your boyfriend's skilled hands rub soothe your tired muscles. The feeling of sinking his teeth into you is ingrained in his brain and he admires the mark on your back as you catch your breath.

“That was incredible” you breathe out, cutting yourself off with a moan when Tendou runs his tongue over the teeth marks in your skin.

“You're incredible” He smiles before kissing your shoulder again.

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vole-mon-amour · 1 year

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3x12, Jamie edition, part 3.

You fucking idiots, both of you. "He's fine." I'M GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS, ROY KENT.

Coffee scene <3 Just make out already! Jfc!

Keeley is so sweet & deserves someone new who will take out all the drama of her life and bring only joy and no jealousy. Drop both Roy and Jamie, find yourself some Boss Ass Bitch for your happily ever after.

But hey, at least they're gonna talk! Hopefully. It was due, like, a couple of weeks ago. (Me who actually ships them) DROP THEIR ASSES, KEELEY.

Both? Neither?

LMAOO. She's the exact savage that we need. "Oh, for real? Me? I actually get to choose???" It's like I said, they sat down bickering without considering what KEELEY actually wants. Drag their asses.

TRY-ANGLES. Jamie is so cute, ugh.

The entire episode I'm thinking about Phil's "People might think they're having a wild affair" so I'm more than happy about this outcome. I'm actually ready to accept OT3 or all single, it's all good. Go spend the night together again, just like Amsterdam, but get lost in each other's arms for real this time.

When everybody started barking after Roy asking if he can be a Diamond dog, the door closed, and Jamie got really curious. hehe.

"A care package from Zava"

Heh. Who is that guy constantly next to Jamie? What's his name? They're obviously friends.

Both laughing and crying. Stop it. ;_;

Colin crying, but we know it was emotional for the actors too. The dude in the back is full on wailing.

"Richmond appear to be crying. Interesting strategy." That strategy is called "I love you all very much" ;_____;

Hands off, asshole. Honestly, the rules of football... Barely touching, apparently, doesn't count.

I love watching Jamie play. I love knowing that Phil really loves football and enjoys filming this.

It's the second (or the third?) time this happens this season. When is Ted going to adopt Jamie? ;_; I mean, he already has a stepdad, but he can have two wonderful ones as a treat.

JAMIE STILL HAS THE BOOK AND IT LOOKS LIKE HE READ IT MANY TIMES. Or at least carried around with him everywhere. Weeping.

"And Tartt finally puts it away" I literally started sheering with tears streaming down my cheeks. I feel like only this show can do it.

Henry is me. Henry is all of us Jamie lovers. God, he could've moved to England and have a constant access to Jamie. Jamie would've loved spending time with him.

Not Jamie's leg AGAIN, but that expression <3 Jamie is THE best. And that smile. That tongue. Having thoughts. :')

Jamie giving up the ball, giving it to Dani to score? TEAM PLAYER. My heart is so full of love for Jamie.

Stay mad about it. x)

#natiswatching #ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy x jamie x keeley #roy x jamie

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gurugirl · 2 years

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The House Maid Chapter 8*

Summary: Daisy and Harry both work at the Archer House and don't quite see eye to eye when they first meet. Eventually, they can't resist one another and start a risky relationship that could have them both jobless. However, when jealousy and insecurities set in, things get ugly for the young lovers.

AN/Warning: I will have a * by the parts when smut is included. This warning list is comprehensive for all parts, not all contain smut or listed warnings. NSFW, smut, oral (male and female), 18+ only (as always), angst. I did a tiny bit of research on this time period (1915-1925 in the UK) and this is what resulted. If I get some historical stuff wrong it's because I'm not an expert on the genre/era (sorry).

Pairing: 1920s era House Maid Daisy x Groundskeeper Harry

Chapter 7*

Chapter 8*

Daisy’s bed was small and it was difficult to find a comfortable position for both Harry and herself that evening. After another quick round of sex they were tired but sleep didn’t come easy on Daisy’s bed.

An hour or so into finally falling asleep Harry woke up yet again holding Daisy close to him, her back to his front. It was the most comfortable way to sleep on the small bed. His face was buried into her neck and she smelled delicious. Her hair was soft and so was her whole body really. He squeezed her in closer to feel her press into him and he was suddenly no longer very tired but aroused once again. He shifted his hips slightly and pressed himself into the roundness of Daisy’s soft bum. They were both naked because after having sex they were too tired to move from the bed so they pulled the covers up over their bodies for warmth.

Harry could feel Daisy stir in his arms and she moved her bum back against him. She felt his hard prick laying against her bottom and it brought her to life immediately. She pushed back against him again wondering if he was sleeping with a hardon or if he was awake. If he’d been awake she wouldn’t have minded having him slip right into her for another round, another orgasm for them both. When Harry lifted his head and kissed at her neck and up to her jaw she sighed and wriggled contentedly and moaned sleepily.

“Did I wake you up, kitten?” Harry whispered into her ear before kissing her lobe and pressing himself harder into her. Harry’s hands wandered over the front of her body to squish her breasts and then lowered a hand to lightly rub over her pubic bone.

Daisy moved her face so that she could nearly see him from her position and spoke in a quiet whisper, “It’s hard to sleep when there’s a large man in my bed with a hard cock pressing into my bum.” She lifted her leg a little and reached between them to feel his erection and Harry groaned at her touch. Daisy was just about to turn over when Harry held her hips tight to keep her faced away, “Want me to take care of you again?” He brought a hand lower to over her labia and could feel that she was beginning to feel wet already. He rubbed a finger up and down, spreading her wetness as Daisy angled her butt just so that he could slip in if he pleased.

“Yes. Take care of me, Daddy. I’m ready for you.” With a slight movement of her hips to angle herself and the help of Harry bringing her leg up he slowly pressed himself back into her cunt. It was tight and took a bit of pushing before he entered her fully but once he was there he began pushing into her slowly, using his hips to get the perfect angle. They both moaned and Harry brought a hand up to hold onto Daisy’s little hand, intertwining their fingers together. Harry kissed and licked at her neck and jaw as he fucked into her from behind and Daisy’s whimpers and moans were sleepy and quiet but the squeaky bed could be heard in the bedroom below. Daisy hoped the sisters were sleeping and weren’t being woken up by their middle-of the night romp but Daisy also didn’t care enough to stop because Harry felt so good slowly whacking his hips into her.

This position took a little time for Daisy to come but they were in no hurry. After nearly 20 minutes of Harry working hard to bring Daisy to her end she did finally come with a cry and clenching around his cock so good that Harry nearly didn’t pull out. In fact, he came a little inside of her before pulling out and coming over her ass.

After both had come they were too tired to get up and wipe off properly. Harry leaned over to pick up the scrap of cloth from the floor that they’d used previously to wipe Daisy’s bum and back of his come before they both fell into a deep sleep once and for all.

When the little alarm went off on Daisy’s bedside table with its annoying metallic clinking sound she shot up and smashed her hand over it to stop the sound. Harry blinked his eyes open and stretched. They’d maybe had a total of three hours of sleep – maybe. But Harry was fine with it, and Daisy was too. Just thinking of the night they’d shared together had them both feeling hot when they were facing one another in the dark of the early morning, both naked on the bed. Daisy leaned over Harry and rubbed his chest with her soft palm before placing a kiss on his lips. Harry smiled into the kiss and pulled her down to him. They both opened their mouths to deepen the kiss and it quickly turned hectic and sloppy. Both moaning and wanting more, Harry grabbed Daisy’s hips and brought her to straddle him.

Daisy felt him harden under her and she was still a bit wet from their recent activities not a couple of hours prior. She rubbed her soft and warm pussy over the top of his prick, up and down as he became rock hard under her. Harry kept his hands on her bum squeezing her to him, helping her rub over his cock. Their lips never parted as Daisy lifted herself and grabbed Harry’s erection, bringing it to her opening before sinking down onto him. Once she was fully seated on him, Harry’s cock inside of her where it belonged she began rocking her hips and grinding down on him slowly, still kissing him. Harry was so sensitive he felt like he might come again. Harry guided her hips with his hands over her bum, gliding her up and down over his hard shaft. Soon, they got into a beautiful pace, moans and pants coming from them both. The bed never giving up its own creaky song for the rest of the house to hear (unfortunately for Daisy’s roommates). Daisy was feeling dizzy with lust as Harry began to fuck up into her to give her thighs a little bit of a break. Daisy leaned in to continue kissing Harry and his pelvis was slamming into hers and it was rubbing at all the right spots, including her clit. She would come like this and fast. Harry had to stop suddenly as he was about to come so he held tight to her hips, “Wait! Fuck! I’m about to come. Hold on…” Daisy didn’t care, though. She was about to come too so she shook her head, moaning to Harry, “I’m coming baby. Please come in me. I need it. Come in me, Daddy!” And with that Harry regained his momentum, bringing his hips up to meet Daisy’s, fucking into her deeply and they both came together with cries and kisses and whimpers that certainly could be heard through the house.

“Fuck! Daisy! Daisy… oh god!” Harry was gone. Daisy was coming down from her orgasm as Harry was still trembling and moaning her name. She continued riding him until she’d milked his cock and taken in all his come. Once he was settled she leaned in and kissed him again, smiling.

“You are a like a god. A sex god, Harry. You have made me come every single time you’ve fucked me. What will I do when you’re gone?” She didn’t mean to bring the mood down. In fact she was half joking about it but it certainly did bring the mood down a bit.

Harry scrunched his brows and frowned. He held Daisy to him, keeping himself inside of her as he sat upright. Daisy brough her legs around him so they were wrapped up together. In the darkness Harry tried to make out her features as he brought his hands up to her face to hold her close to him. He kissed her lips deeply and sighed as he pulled away, “Darling, why does it have to end? I may be gone at the end of the season from the Archer's but you and I only live twenty a minute’s walk from one another. Please don’t tell me you’re already counting on my absence? I’ve only just gotten you.” He seemed distraught and Daisy hadn’t meant what she said to be taken so harshly.

Daisy grasped Harry’s face into her hands and pulled him in for a kiss. She giggled as she parted from his mouth, “Oh Harry! I didn’t mean it to be taken so seriously. I was joking. I have no plans for the future but I’d like to continue being fucked like this for as long as you want. I didn’t mean to say what I said. I’m sorry.” She plopped quick kisses to his face and over his lips and hugged her arms around his middle to squeeze him close.

Harry squeezed her back and he felt himself calm under her touch and reassurance. “Okay. Good. Let’s not talk of our parting. We don’t need to part if we don’t want to.” He leaned back and kissed the tip of her nose and smiled. “But now I have to take a piss and clean up before heading to work or I’ll be late and Victor will have my head.”

Once Harry had gone Daisy had no choice but to bathe herself before work. She typically didn’t wash before work as she worked up quite the sweat on the job so would wait until after. But after the evening she’d had with Harry it was necessary.

Daisy left for work a bit early so that she could avoid her roommates who might want to have a word with her for all the noise she and Harry created all night long and into the morning but she also left early so she could walk past Harry’s home. They’d planned to stay at Harry’s this evening. He would stop at her’s first to walk her to his home but she still wanted to know it on her own when he told her where he’d lived. The direction was slightly out of the way of the Archer’s house but she found the longer walk soothing and calming. Everything happened between her and Harry so quickly and she wanted some more minutes to think it over. When she was in his presence she didn’t really have time to reflect and surely at work she’d be able to contemplate some but she’d be busy and would need to focus on her tasks.

When Daisy finally arrived at the Archer’s gate and walked through the front garden she saw Harry on his knees with a hand tool, his back to her. She sighed and felt herself giddy with expectation of what was to come that evening. Daisy’s tasks began as usual, on the second floor of the house tidying and cleaning the rooms.

When it came time to enter Connie’s room Daisy calmed herself and went over in her head the plan she and Harry had come up with, should Connie confront Daisy. Daisy rapped on the heavy wooden door a few times and pushed the door open to find Connie still in her bed under her covers. It was not typical that Connie would be still in bed so Daisy wondered if Connie was just simply not feeling well. Perhaps, though, Connie was heartbroken. Daisy swallowed and spoke, “Miss Archer? Would you like me to get you anything? I can leave you be if you aren’t well.” She neared the bed and Connie rolled over to peek at Daisy with a frown and red eyes.

“Please leave. I need nothing from you.” Connie rolled back over to face away from the door and Daisy felt a twinge of upset. She really hoped that Connie could be okay and wouldn’t make a scene about what she’d seen of the quick exchange between Harry and Daisy.

“Yes, Miss Archer.” Daisy backed out of the room and started to push the door closed when she was stopped by Connie’s urgent voice.

“Wait! Come back. I must ask you something.” Daisy reentered the room and Connie sat up in her bed, her dark hair strewn about, face and eyes puffy.

“Close the door.” Daisy turned and shut the door before taking a deep breath and making her way closer to the bed to face Connie.

“I… well…” Connie was flustered. She didn’t know how to ask Daisy what she was about to ask. She didn’t have proof and it was possible she’d gotten it all wrong but the timing of Harry and Daisy’s exchange as well as the fact that Harry no longer wanted to be with Connie was too much to ignore (and Connie couldn’t forget the way that Harry watched Daisy walk away from him after she handed him whatever it was). Also, Connie realized how beautiful Daisy was naturally. Connie was aware that her brother Johnathan had a bit of a crush on Daisy, and she wondered if her own father fancied Daisy as well sometimes.

Connie closed her eyes and sat up straight, composing herself, “What did you hand Harry yesterday? In the garden? I happened to see you give him something and I was curious about what you could need to give him that was so small that he could fit it into his pocket.” Connie looked down for a moment. She wanted to keep the semblance of confidence and superiority, but her question and her physical appearance gave away her lack of certainty.

Daisy gulped. She kept with the script, “I handed him a bandage. One of the new gardeners had cut himself and Harry saw me near the back door by the garden and asked me if I could bring a small bandage to him when I had the chance, because he wasn’t sure where to find them. Well, anyway. It was just a bandage.” She hoped the lie worked. She wasn’t sure if Connie would believe her or not but Daisy knew one thing for sure; that she would not be admitting to anything more.

Connie shook her head and frowned, “Okay. Which gardener? Who hurt himself?” Connie was feeling like she was going crazy. It was possible that it was just a small bandage but how odd that the person who had the cut wouldn’t seek Daisy out himself, or Missus Smith even.

Daisy was prepared for the follow up, “I’m not sure who Miss Archer. But it turned out that the bandage wasn’t needed anyway. It was such a small cut from a thorn that by the time I fetched the bandage and returned it was no longer an issue. I told him to keep it on hand just in case anyway.” Daisy hated lying. She didn’t mind a lie here and there but normally she didn’t have anything to hide, nor was she ashamed of things most people would lie about. But this… this could not be known otherwise it could cost Daisy her job.

“I see. And what did Harry say to you as you left yesterday?” Connie crossed her arms over her chest, not quite convinced Daisy was telling the truth, but still without proof.

Daisy was now taken aback. She hadn’t realized Connie also saw them before she left when Harry ran up to her. But Daisy was quick and smart (and now quite worried about how Connie had her sight on him all day) so she thought immediately what she’d say, “Well, that was when Harry told me that he bandage wasn’t needed. He was going to return it but I told him to hold on to it. That was all that was said. He thanked me and I left to go home.” Daisy felt better about this lie because the first lie she and Harry had made up had a big hole in it; which was the fact that when Daisy handed Harry the “bandage” she didn’t stay around to find out that it wasn’t needed. Daisy wondered if the lie would be good enough because Connie would have noticed that their interaction was only mere seconds, not enough time to relay pertinent information. But they needed the second part of the lie to cover up that no one would be wearing a bandage in case Connie went looking for the person who would be wearing the bandage. At least this way it made sense why Daisy knew about that second part.

Unfortunately, Daisy was worried that Connie would go to Harry to confirm this information, but Daisy couldn’t worry too much because what’s done was done. She’d tell him later that evening of the new bit of news and how their lie could be wrapped up into a nice bow this way. Hopefully.

Connie dismissed Daisy to finish her duties elsewhere. Connie was still not quite convinced but everything added up. She’d be keeping her eyes on Harry and Daisy to make sure there were no more interactions between the two. She couldn’t help but feel jealousy in her gut even if she had no proof.

After Daisy had eaten her lunch she went into the study to dust and the Master of the House, Sir Cyril was in there. She hadn’t seen him in a few days as he’d been busy with the business.

“Missus Marvin! How wonderful to see you, dear! You’ve got a glow about you today, don’t you?”

Daisy and Cyril discussed a new book that he’d just finished as Daisy was dusting the upper shelves on the book ladder. Daisy loved talking about books and she very much enjoyed borrowing Cyril’s books and then reviewing together their thoughts afterward. Usually it would take her a week or so to finish a book and when she would return the book he’d have her bring in tea for them and they’d chat.

“So, I insist you read it! I am dying to know your thoughts on this one because it feels like something you’d have an understanding of based on what you’ve told me of your family growing up. Here, take this home with you.” He extended the book to her as she studied the cover.

“Thank you Sir Cyril! I’ve not even heard of the book til today. I cannot wait to have a review of the book with you once I’m done with it.” She bid her boss farewell as she made her way down to the servant’s quarters to place the book for safekeeping. Connie peeked around the corner to see that Daisy had left her father’s study with another book in hand. She went back into her room and sat at the window to watch the front garden. She couldn’t see Harry from here and it bothered her that Daisy and Harry could be seeing one another and she wouldn’t know it. However, Connie wasn’t much interested in venturing too far from her room today. She was quite down and depressed after Harry’s rejection.

The remainder of the day went dragging slowly by for both Daisy and Harry. They were so excited for the evening to come so they could have a repeat of their previous one that their usual duties did not distract them from the seconds passing by as it normally would. When Daisy left for her home she didn’t spot Harry this time but thought better of it to seek him out for fear of getting caught.

Once home she bathed herself, shaved, powdered her skin, and splashed her perfume into her hair before putting on one of her modest dresses. She added a few items to a knapsack to bring with her to Harry’s and then she settled onto her bed to read the new book Sir Cyril let her borrow for the next hours til Harry could come by.

After an hour of reading a light knock to her door startled her and she placed the book face down on her mattress to hold the spot and she stood to make her way to the door and unlock it.

Charlotte was standing there with a smile upon her face peering into her room to check if anyone else was in there with her.

“No suitor tonight?” She laughed out and placed a hand on her hip and cocked her head in wait for Daisy’s response.

Daisy’s eyes widened and she smiled somewhat in apology, “No. Well, he’ll be here to get me in some hours but we won’t be here tonight. I’m so sorry if…” she was cut off by Charlotte’s hand waiving her off, “No need to apologize. If I’d had Casanova for the night I wouldn’t hold back either. He sounds like he knows what he’s doing. Harry? Did you say his name was?”

Daisy nodded and opened her door further to invite Charlotte into her room. Charlotte entered and they both sat on her bed next to one another.

“Look… I don’t mean to pry or anything, but gosh! I guess that is what I’m doing isn’t it?!” Charlotte snorted a laugh out before continuing, “Were you truly being pleased so well? Every time? I have only been with two men, sexually, before and well, neither cared much for my… needs.”

Daisy realized Charlotte wasn’t here to scold her, but to quell her curiosity, rather. Daisy nodded with a wide smile, “Oh yes, Charlotte. Harry is the best I’ve ever been with. Yesterday was the first time I’ve been with him. But, you haven’t ever been brought to orgasm by a man? Is that what you’re saying?”

Charlotte shook her head, “No. I never really thought men could make it feel like that. Like how it sounded for you last night, I mean. It feels good, sure, but not that good. Never. In fact, I’ve never had an orgasm before. Not even by my own hand. Sorry!” Charlotte covered her face with her hands in embarrassment. Talk of masturbation was quite taboo, even more so than sex outside of marriage.

Daisy placed her hand on Charlotte’s forearm to calm her, “Don’t be sorry! You’ve done nothing wrong. This talk is between you and me and everything about sex is natural. I masturbate too.” She smiled at Charlotte and Charlotte looked at her with a confused face.

“You do? You always seem to have a man around. Well! I mean, not always. That’s not what I meant! I just mean that you don’t seem you’d need it when you have a man to do it.” Charlotte’s cheeks pinked up and she shook her head and looked down at her lap.

Daisy laughed, “I do tend to bring men around on occasion, yes. They don’t all give me orgasms, though. However, thanks to my own self-exploration I know what gets me off and I can direct them if they aren’t doing the job, ya know? Maybe if you keep trying and just take your time with yourself you can have an orgasm and then you’ll know what to tell the stingy men who don’t seem to give a damn. It really boosts their ego when you enjoy yourself too.”

Charlotte shook her head, “It’s too hard to take much time for… well, self-exploration,” she spoke in a whisper, “because Gretchen is in the room with me. I just can’t. It’s too embarrassing.”

Daisy nodded and removed her hand from Charlotte’s forearm, “I understand. Just do what you feel comfortable with. If you like, you can take my room tonight – I won’t be here. In fact, I have some books that might interest you. Get some ideas going in your head. Here…” Daisy popped up off the bed and walked to her bookshelf. She squatted down to find the book she thought could get Charlotte feeling aroused and could direct her some if she needed.

“Here it is!” Daisy grabbed the book from its spot and stood up, “My Lustful Adventures. Actually, the man in the book is called Harry. How funny! I’d forgotten that,” Daisy said as she flipped through the pages and smiled. “The language is fowl and the descriptions are erotic but I think you may enjoy reading a little of the book. Also! I have another, that is quite taboo but…” Daisy bent down to find the other book she thought could get ideas flowing for Charlotte. She pulled it from it’s bottom shelf and handed it to Charlotte, “Here. The Way of a Man with a Maid. This one can be hard to read because it is a little brutal but if you aren’t sensitive to the narrative then you may find it useful. Before reading this one read the post script here,” Daisy reached out to open the last page and pointed at it, “It gives a description about the content. I enjoyed it but I enjoy reading nearly anything so I may not be the best judge for that but I did find it rather stimulating.”

Charlotte grinned and nodded, “Thank you, Daisy. So, you truly don’t mind if I stay in your room tonight? I may not but will you leave the door unlocked in case I do decide I’d like to come in?”

Daisy nodded, “Of course. It’s yours for the night if you like.”

Charlotte looked down at the books and moved toward the door before looking back over her shoulder to Daisy, “You’re so kind. I’ll return the books, I promise. Thank you again.” With that, Charlotte was out the door and Daisy was back to the silence of her bedroom and her imagination about what was to come with Harry later.

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Chapter 9*

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The Perfect Fit | Bucky Barnes x reader (part 2)

(part 1)

summary: after getting fitted by you, bucky’s going to try on the custom-made suits he’s bought. unless he makes his move now, he may not get to see you again, and he can’t let that happen.

word count: 6.5k

warnings: smut!!, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), a little d/s energy, mirror kink, stomach bulge kink, slight pain kink?, creampie kink, pussy spanking, light bondage, bucky being jealous

Bucky had a bone to pick with Tony, which was usually true but this wasn’t work-related for once. It wasn’t hard to find him in the same place he’d seen him last— eating his lunch in the kitchen, with Sam nearby chowing down on lo mein with a spring roll.

“Hey lefty, what’s cracking?” Tony greeted, mouth full but talking loudly anyways.

"I went down to that tailor you recommended—" Bucky began, but Tony was quick to interrupt.

"You went there? Dude, it's a really nice place, you can just call and she'll come to you instead, way more convenient."

"So now you say 'she'?"

Realization dawned on Tony’s expression. "Ahh, I get it. You're not used to a female tailor. Adds a little spice to getting fitted, huh?" he grinned, elbowing Bucky playfully.

Bucky’s throat felt a little dry when he heard that. "Don't tell me that's why you use her…"

"Hey now, I'm not a creep, I use her cause she's the best, and those house calls are great for discretion— you know, being a celebrity and all. The eye candy part is just gravy."

"Gravy candy sounds disgusting," Sam chimed in, missing the point entirely.

"Yeah, well, she mentioned some stuff that sure made you sound like a creep."

"Okay, well, you can't blame me for getting caught staring when I'm surrounded by fucking mirrors. Makes it hard to be stealthy."

"You could try not staring,” Bucky suggested flatly.

"Is that what you did?"

Tony smirked when Bucky failed to reply immediately. "Okay, so it's easier said than done,” Bucky admitted with a frown, “but still, I hope these house calls were strictly professional."

“What’s it to you, man? I think somebody’s jealous,” Tony purred.

“What? No, it’s not that,” Bucky denied.

“You love her,” Tony sing-songed, completely ignoring Bucky. “You looooooove her!”

"You are so immature," Bucky rolled his eyes, even though his heart was racing and he was pretty sure he was blushing.

"No, it's good for you! She's a catch, you're all brooding and stuff— maybe she can melt the Winter Soldier's frozen heart, hm?"

Sam laughed heartily. "Stark, you read too many comic books."

"You're saying you don't wanna see Icy Hot here shoot his shot with my tailor?" Tony asked, turning his attention towards Sam.

Sam pondered that, much to Bucky's dismay. "Depends. How hot is she?"

"Mega," Tony smirked confidently. "Legs for miles, and she wears these skirts that make her ass look—"

"I think I've heard enough," Bucky groaned. "I'm leaving. And don't ask when I'm going to see her again," he instructed, interrupting Tony just as he'd opened his mouth to speak, "because I won’t tell you.”

As Bucky left, he could hear Tony calling out into the hall: “But I’d be such a great wingman!”

Truth be told, Bucky had put off mastering the use of his smartphone. It wasn’t just that new technology made him feel old, but that he knew nobody would be calling or messaging him anyways; if the phone didn’t work, he would spare himself the embarrassment of waiting up for nothing.

But once he knew you were going to call? Suddenly, he was motivated to figure the sucker out.

A few hours later and now all he had to do was stare at it to make sure he wouldn’t miss you. Luckily, you didn’t make him wait too long. He recognized the number and decided to let it ring a few times before picking up, so it would seem like he had other things to do besides talk to you.

“Hello?” Bucky asked when he answered, so it would seem like he had other people calling him besides you.

You introduced yourself so formally that he was a little afraid that all that fun energy between you two would be gone. Thankfully, once he asked what you were calling about, you were back to being cheery and casual again.

“I was just calling to schedule when I could come by with your new suits!” you explained, sounding chipper.

His fingertips were a little tingly just from hearing you talk, nervousness making him antsy (in a weirdly good way). “I know you said it’s a one-person operation,” he responded smarmily, “but I figured you would outsource delivery.”

You scoffed, though it sounded more amused than irritated. “It’s not just delivery, I have to check the fit and make sure everything’s exactly to your liking.”

“Oh, well, I’m free all day tomorrow— and I think you already know my address.” Was it too forward? Too obvious? And why did Bucky spend half the time when he was talking to you second-guessing himself?

“Yes, Stark Tower is a relatively common destination for me. If he doesn’t mind us using it, Tony has a dressing room with plenty of mirrors so you can get a good look. But, I’d be happy to just go up to your quarters if that’s easier.”

He was not at all ready for you to see his room. No way he could clean it enough in the next twelve hours; and even then, lots of the team had made fun of how empty and plain it was, so he knew it would just make you think he was boring.

“I’m sure Tony won’t mind you using his dressing room, but he might mind me using it,” Bucky chuckled.

“Well, if he makes a fuss I’ll be sure to set him straight,” you decided confidently. Somehow, imagining you cursing out Tony was almost hotter than imagining you doing anything else. “Be sure to bring down your dress shoes so you get the full look and everything.”

“Uhhh…” he trailed off as he scratched the back of his head, trying to remember if he owned anything other than combat boots. “Not sure I still have those, to be honest.”

"Okay, you'll need shoes too,” you noted aloud, your voice a little distant; he figured you were writing things down, which was why you sounded distracted. “What size are you?"

"Thirteen."

"I'll bring a selection tomorrow,” you announced firmly. “And socks, of course. And some watches, maybe? And pocket squares."

"Is that it?" he asked sarcastically.

“Oh right, I’m bringing the ties you picked out, too. I’ll throw in some alternates in case your original choices don’t match the way you were hoping.”

“You really are full-service,” he chuckled.

“I get that a lot,” you replied, a hint of coyness to your tone.

There it was again; that jealousy. He hated it because he knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop it either. As much as his mind was completely aware that you were an independent, modern woman capable of handling herself, his heart was equally determined to protect you, and spoil you, and do whatever was necessary to make sure you were safe.

Worse, his gut was less innocent. Mine, it demanded, all mine. Nobody else’s.

He pushed it down and just tried to get through the rest of the call without saying something he’d regret. You confirmed the date and time with him, and he tried not to be too aggressive when he said he was looking forward to it.

He hung up his phone and sighed, staring off into space. Now all that was left to do was wait, and be overwhelmed with anxiety. Thankfully, he was good at the second thing.

"So, what do you think?"

I think you look so damn good from every angle. I think I might spend all my money on suits just to be sure I can see you again. I think you need somebody to love you the way you deserve. I think you’d look like an angel waking up in my bed.

You waved your hand in front of his face for a moment, calling his attention back to reality. “Helloooo?”

Drawn out of his trance, Bucky finally looked in the menagerie of mirrors surrounding him and admired his reflection, amazed by the perfect fit of his first suit. The difference in quality between this and something off the rack was beyond apparent. Most of all, your talent was undeniable. "I think it's beautiful."

You smiled proudly. "Of course it is, but do you like how you look in it?"

"Honestly? I feel a bit… out of place. I'm obviously not classy enough for a suit like this."

"Oh, nonsense," you dismissed.

He frowned, convinced this was all flattery. "No, seriously, this is… maybe I should just wear tactical gear to every event."

"Well, you'd still look good, but you're not always a soldier. Sometimes you're only a man. And every man should own a fine suit."

It was much too profound of a thing to say while you casually straightened his jacket, only to pop out from behind his reflection to smile at him in the mirror.

“Let’s get the next one on you,” you decided, helping him lose the jacket but having him move into a private dressing room to switch trousers and shirts. “I put a turtleneck in there instead of just a regular button-up,” you explained through the door as he changed, “in case you wanted to see it that way.”

Once he’d put it on, he stepped back out and you were looking at him so proudly— well, you were looking at your handiwork with pride, really, but he could pretend it was for him and hope actually impress you that much one day.

“I went with a shawl lapel on this one, as opposed to the last one which was notched,” you explained as you traced the line with your finger. “Spoiler: the next one has a peak lapel. But enough about that one: what do you think of this one?”

“This looks like something my friend Sam would wear,” Bucky decided as he looked at himself in the cranberry suit and black turtleneck. The shoes you’d had him try on with this were intricate as well, with subtle stitching in the leather and a shine so immaculate he could almost see a reflection in them.

“Well, is your friend Sam stylish?” you asked.

“He would certainly say so,” he smirked.

“I’m inclined to agree, because you—” you gave him a thorough glance up and down, so thorough in fact that he felt a bit exposed under your gaze, “—look marvelous.”

“Not pretentious?”

“No, no, it works on you,” you assured, “you’ve got the looks for it.”

“And what looks are those?”

“Um… good? Good looks?”

He definitely remembered a time when that seemed like the obvious answer, because he had relied on being good-looking for a lot of things in life, but that felt very far away now. Maybe it was just that people who didn’t know what he’d done could still think he was good looking, but everyone else saw the evil within beginning to leak out the way that he did.

But you knew what he’d done, didn’t you? You had to. You knew Tony, you were here at the Tower… unless you were intentionally not up-to-date on current events, you must have heard of the Winter Soldier.

“Don’t act so surprised,” you huffed, “as if it’s a big secret or something. You’re obviously very attractive.”

Bucky cleared his throat nervously. “Uh, thanks.” He wanted to return the compliment, but thought it might be inappropriate or rude somehow. You broke the silence quickly as you held up two pocket squares in front of him.

“Which of these do you prefer?” you prompted. He selected the solid gold one, making you smile. “I knew you’d pick that one.”

“How?”

“I dunno, just fits you,” you shrugged as you folded it and gently placed it in his pocket. Even through so many layers, your touch on his chest made his heart flutter. Your fingers brushing over his as you slipped a watch onto his wrist was enough to cause palpitations.

He looked better in this ensemble than he expected. This version of himself looked much more likely to be invited to parties than any other version. If only he actually wanted to go to parties.

You put him in the pinstripe suit last, after putting a few pins in the cranberry suit to indicate minor changes you would make later, and stepped back to ponder your work.

"Hm, unbutton those top two buttons for me?" you requested with a raised eyebrow.

I will if you do, he thought to himself, but silently unbuttoned his own shirt anyway.

"I mean, it definitely works like this, but I wanna see you in a tie. And I've got juuuuust the one," you smiled. Soon you were approaching him with a red paisley tie, and helping him button up his shirt and tying the tie for him— you explained something about how it was a unique knot he likely couldn't do himself, but he was too lost in having you so close to notice. It would be so easy to just reach up and grab your waist, pull you into a kiss, finally tell you how bad he wants you.

Well, it would be physically easy, but it would be very scary. Just imagining it had his heart racing.

“I heard from Tony this morning,” you informed him suddenly, slipping the tie around his neck and popping his collar up for him.

“Really? Is he in need of a wardrobe update?”

“Yes, but he hasn’t realized that yet so that wasn’t what he called about.”

He laughed a little at the jab, though it also made him a little worried what secret opinions you held about his own style (or lack thereof).

“We talked about you, actually,” you added.

“O-oh,” Bucky stammered, “uh, he’s not exactly my biggest fan. So whatever he said probably isn’t true.”

“He said that you have a crush on me,” you replied nonchalantly, not even looking up from your work on his tie.

Bucky gulped, and he knew you saw the bob of his Adam’s apple because you were staring right at his neck.

“Like I said, Tony isn’t a very reliable source,” Bucky replied, but his voice cracked in the middle and he cringed internally.

“I’ll write it off as another one of Tony’s off-color jokes then,” you dismissed, perfecting the knot of his tie and stepping back to observe him. He always felt nervous when you looked at him like that, like he couldn’t hide anything from you.

“What… what did you say, when he told you that?” Bucky asked nervously.

“I asked him what he was smoking and if I could have some,” you laughed. “I thought it was totally impossible— and don’t worry, I didn’t tell him that you got hard when I did your inseam.”

Bucky’s throat became dry at the same moment that his palms got clammy.

“I— um, I was just—”

“Oh, it’s fine,” you dismissed quickly, still talking about this all so casually which only made him even more confused, “you’re not the first, it happens.”

“I’m not the first?!”

“Yeah, if anything you were one of the few who didn’t say something creepy about it, which is always appreciated. It’s just a bodily reaction, you can’t control it.”

“Did Tony ever say something creepy?” Bucky pressed, his hands involuntarily tightening into fists— another bodily reaction he couldn’t control.

“You know, Tony said you were really worried that he had been inappropriate with me, or even that he and I had a fling or something,” you added as you stepped back, giving him a quizzical look, “and now it’s sort of sounding like he was right.”

“No, no, it’s not that, I just—”

“Was he right about anything else?” you pressed, raising an eyebrow.

“I was being nosy, I’m sorry,” he sighed, “it’s just that… and I know it’s none of my business, but the idea of him and you… it isn’t a pleasant mental image.”

You laughed a little, in a way that made him feel kind of small. “Why not? You know how he is. Definitely has a wandering eye… and occasionally a wandering hand.”

Bucky winced. “I swear, if he ever put his hands on you, I’ll go find him right now and beat him senseless.”

“What if I wanted him to?”

He nearly saw red, but he knew he had no right to be angry. You were a grown adult and he had no ownership over you… he just sort of wished that he did.

“So it’s true then? You and him…?”

“No, Bucky,” you laughed, “it’s not. Nothing’s ever happened between us. I generally don’t get involved with clients like that.”

“Generally? Is there an exception?”

You chewed your lip, seemingly a little thrown off by his question. “Uh, I mean, no— I’ve never been involved with a client, no, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Why would you say ‘generally’ then?”

“Uh, I guess I just… I wouldn’t want to rule anything out, that’s all. Never say never.”

And for a moment he almost wondered if you were flirting with him. Certainly not, with him having come across as both a jealous hot-head and a bumbling dweeb who pops a boner faster than a randy teenager, but just for a second the way you looked at him was… questionable.

“I mean, who knows,” you continued, “what if, hypothetically, some gorgeous guy walked into my store one night— a sensitive guy, who made me laugh and put up with me rambling about ties for the better part of an hour— and I was supposed to dress him up when all I wanted to do was undress him?”

Your finger started to trail down his chest lightly, tickling his skin through the dress shirt.

“I wouldn’t want to think he was off-limits just because he’s a customer… right?” you asked quietly, looking up at him and biting your lip.

He was afraid to make the wrong move, but he really really hoped this was flirting.

“I don’t think anyone would object to being dressed or undressed by you,” Bucky responded, hoping he could stay neutral until he was sure what you were talking about.

You chewed your lip, looking away as if you were thinking about something.

"I know I certainly haven't. And wouldn't," he added, feeling the need to say something.

You nodded, placing his tie inside his jacket and seeming happy with your work.

“You know, the fit looks great," you announced, "but I’m a little worried that one of the measurements was wrong. Mind if I do your inseam again?”

His throat was dry all of a sudden, but he responded quickly anyways. "Uh, go ahead…"

You looked up at him as you started to sink to your knees, very slowly. That little move looked real good in the mirror behind you. “Last time I did this, there was something getting in the way, made it difficult to know if I was doing it right…”

"M-my apologies," he whispered.

"Oh no, I'm not complaining," you purred as you slowly began to run your fingers up the side of his leg, keeping searing eye contact until his knees felt a little weak.

When your hand reached the top of his inner thigh, the back of it brushed against his balls and he shivered. Delicately, and so excruciatingly slowly, your hand moved higher and gently rubbed his erection through the fabric.

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath.

It must have been all the anticipation that made it so intense, made shivers run up his spine every time your hand moved over his length, made his toes curl inside the ridiculously fancy shoes you’d put him in.

“I’m gonna take it out now, okay? I promise I won’t measure you here,” you winked.

"You can if you want," he shrugged, deciding now was the time for feigned confidence if there ever was one. “I mean, if you’re worried about fit…”

You bit your lip, and he was proud to see the effect his words had on you. “I’ll be honest, I am a little worried it won’t fit…” You were quick with his belt, but slow with his button and fly, apparently having more fun teasing him. “Fuck, Bucky,” you groaned softly as you took his cock out.

“Don’t look so excited, doll, you’ll give me an ego,” he purred.

“Can’t help it,” you sighed, “looks delicious.”

You licked a long wet stripe up from the bottom all the way to the tip, making a show of licking up the bead of pre-cum before taking his head into your mouth, and Bucky blinked a few times to be sure that this was actually happening.

"Been wanting to do that since I first saw you," you admitted, grinning as you stroked him right beside your face, which only helped to illustrate how big he was compared to you.

"Dirty girl," he praised with a smirk.

Flirting, he wasn’t so good at. Conversation in any form typically stressed him out. But this? This he was still pretty good at. And he’d never wanted it so bad before.

When you took him in your mouth again, you didn’t stop until you started to gag; he couldn’t stop himself from moaning through his teeth when you did it.

"Look up at me, princess," he instructed softly, grinning when you obeyed quickly. "Now look over there at that mirror. Look how good you look on your knees for me, choking on my cock."

You moaned around him when you made eye contact with your own reflection, and it felt so fucking good he almost lost it right then and there. He held your jaw, almost too tightly, and guided you as your head bobbed on his length. Your mouth was so warm he thought he would burn up— and it only got warmer the deeper he managed to get. God, he was so ready to pump his load right into your throat, but he wanted to do so much more to you first.

In one quick motion, he pushed you off of his cock, pulled you up to face him, and flipped you around, holding you to his chest with the metal arm and letting the flesh one start rubbing your thigh. This way, both of you were looking at the mirror in front of you, and he loved watching you gasp and moan as you felt and watched his fingers move higher and higher.

“I think it’s time to find out if you really are ‘full-service’,” he purred right against your ear, making searing eye contact with you in the reflection. “You’ve seen so much of me, but I haven’t seen nearly enough of you yet. Been daydreaming about what you could be hiding under these tight little skirts.”

As he pulled up the plaid-patterned fabric, he saw that you were wearing white, lacy panties and he groaned deeply.

“What are you wearing these for?” he teased, rubbing along the edge but never getting where you wanted— and he knew you were getting desperate, because your hips were starting to buck up into his hand. “Were you expecting something would happen today, sweetheart?”

“I— I was hopeful,” you stammered; instantly, he slapped you right on your barely-covered pussy, just hard enough to make you yelp and squirm in his grasp.

“You’re so shameless,” he chuckled darkly, “and I love it. I just hope this isn’t your usual routine— acting all innocent and batting your eyes so your clients will fuck you.”

“No, I swear, it’s just you, Bucky,” you whimpered, “there’s nobody else, please…”

“Please what? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to… to touch me more,” you whispered, as if it was a secret and not patently obvious.

He slipped two fingers underneath the thin fabric, finding your clit right away (not difficult at all with how swollen it was) and rubbing it in gentle circles.

“Oh god,” you sighed, “Bucky…”

WIth his hand on your hips, it wasn’t hard at all to push you back into him so he could rub his aching cock against you.

"What material is this skirt made of?"

"It's a silk blend," you answered breathlessly, "about 30% cotton."

"It's soft," he purred before yanking your skirt up higher and pressing his cock against your ass instead, "but not as soft as you."

Next to go was your blouse, which he tore open to the sound of buttons flying every direction and bouncing off of the mirrors and floors.

"Bucky!" you yelped, but he could see your nipples harden through the lacy white bra. If there was any doubt that you had intended to seduce him today, the matching undergarments dispelled it.

After teasing your nipples between his fingers for a moment, he reached back down between your legs— and when his fingers slipped through your folds and moved down to your opening, he actually moaned just from how wet you are.

"Fucking hell," he growled, "you are drenched, princess. You liked sucking me off that much?"

"Not just that," you clarified, "you look really good in my suits."

He gave you a toothy smile in the mirror, using it to nibble on your ear a bit. "You deserve most of the credit for that," he purred.

"No, no, I don't," you whined, "you'd look sexy in a paper bag, honestly… you turn me on so much, Bucky."

“Did you… think about me? After I left your shop the other night?” he asked playfully, already foreseeing your answer from the way your thighs clenched and your lips let out the subtlest gasp.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“You’re smart enough to know I want you to be more specific than that,” he chuckled.

“I thought about you that night… after I got into bed…” you elaborated slowly, clearly distracted by the way he was moving his fingers: delicately, but with obvious intentionality. “I thought about what it would’ve been like if you had grabbed me and kissed me, shoved me against the wall, fucked me right there on my desk… in front of the glass wall, where anyone could’ve walked by and seen you claim me…”

His cock was throbbing, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the image itself or from the knowledge that you’d been fantasizing about it. “Were you touching yourself?” he growled.

“Yes,” you sighed, your thighs starting to visibly shake, your knees bending towards each other in the mirror.

“Show me how,” he demanded. “Show me exactly how you were playing with your needy little pussy while you thought about me.”

Your hand found its place on top of his, your fingers starting to move his to the specific place, guiding his movements to be faster and rougher.

“Oh, I see,” he grinned, “you don’t like to tease yourself, do you? You like to jump right into it, come as many times as you can and rub yourself raw in the process?”

You nodded feverishly, panting and whining and writhing in his grasp.

“You’re so desperate, honey… such a shameless cockwhore for me.”

“For you,” you repeated through your trance, “Bucky, ‘m close… keep touching me, please…”

He kept his thumb on your clit but gently slid one finger inside you, both of you gasping at the sensation (if for different reasons).

“So tight,” he hissed, already pulling it back out, “fuck, and just for one finger…”

“More, please,” you begged mindlessly.

“More? Sure you can take it?”

You bit down on your lip as you nodded, and he pushed a second finger in beside his first. He felt you struggling with it, both in your walls and in the way you winced a little, but you softly begged him to keep going so of course he couldn’t stop. You adjusted quickly, your wetness starting to run down his hand.

“Fuck me,” you whimpered, “now, please, can’t wait anymore.”

“Yes you can,” he encouraged, “and you will, cause I need to taste you first.”

Pulling his fingers out of you, he flipped you around again, finally kissing you the way he’d been dreaming of since he first saw you. It was intense but not too dominating— in spite of everything. It was a romantic sort of kiss, maybe too romantic for the situation (that being his cock out and hard and pressed against you, and his fingers covered in your arousal) but perfect nonetheless.

“That’s not what I thought you meant when you said you wanted to taste me,” you giggled when he pulled away.

“No, I meant it the other way,” he smiled, “I just wanted to do that first.”

He picked you up suddenly, making you gasp a bit, but knelt down to lay you on the floor pretty soon after. You looked up at him with wide eyes as he lifted your leg and kissed his way up. He could smell your need, and he worried it would drive him wild before he reached his destination.

Pulling your soaked panties aside, he realized he could probably come just from looking at you. “Such a gorgeous pussy,” he growled his praise, leaning down to plant a few more teasing kisses over the inside of your thighs. Finally, he started with one long lick, just like you had with him, but you weren’t so patient to tolerate it. Nearly instantly your fingers pulled his hair, clearly trying to guide him to tease you less, but he couldn’t be swayed to go easy on you.

“I hope you’re not forgetting who’s in charge,” he smiled hungrily.

“And what if I am?” you returned, clearly looking to get on his nerves so he’d get rough with you. He was happy to oblige.

Bucky sat up and loosened his tie, slipping it off of his neck with a smirk. "Now, this is 100% Venetian silk, so it should feel nice around your wrists," he cooed. You offered your hands willingly, and he got a chance to show off a few complex knots of his own. "Now be a good girl and keep those hands above your head, alright?"

You did as he asked, freeing him to hold your legs open as he devoured you, alternating between teasing your bud with the tip of his tongue, and fucking you with it.

"You taste like heaven, doll," he growled when he came up quickly, "and the way you moan when my tongue's inside you? I swear I could die happy right now."

"I wish you wouldn't though," you whimpered.

He laughed a bit before he got back to it, letting his tongue focus on your clit while he filled you with his fingers again. Your walls clenched down on him occasionally, and when it became more frequent just as your moans became louder, he knew you were close.

"Stop, stop," you sighed suddenly, pushing him away.

"Are you alright?" he asked, nervous he'd done something wrong.

"No I'm fine, I just… I don't want to come yet. I want you inside me first."

"And what about what I want, hm? What if I want to watch you come just from my tongue?" he offered instead, though he was definitely still very persuadable in this regard.

"I know you wanna fuck me, Bucky, don't make me wait any longer,” you moaned, your back arching up a little from the floor.

Not needing to be told twice, he flipped you onto your elbows and knees, making sure you could support yourself with bound wrists before letting you go. His hands running over your exposed ass and thighs made you shiver, and he smiled down at you. At this point, he was probably more desperate than you were, but he was doing a much better job of hiding it, even taking the time to reach up and undo a few of the buttons of his shirt, because wow suits are warm and not meant for his level of physical activity.

Still, he figured he had waited long enough— he needed to fuck you while he still had at least a shred of patience left. He was going to need it if he was going to give you time to adjust to him.

Holding his cock and rubbing it through your folds, he chuckled when you whined and dropped your head down in a pout. He loved watching your expression shift into a gasp as he pushed in.

He went slow, but he didn't stop either. He wanted to test you just a little. He wanted to stretch you open.

"Fuck," you cried, "god, you're so… you feel so…"

"Look in the mirror," he instructed coldly, although the coldness was just a front for the way he was holding himself back as your body swallowed him so beautifully.

You moaned again, higher-pitched and weak, just as he finally got all the way in. He waited until he felt your body relax a bit before he asked if it was okay for him to move yet. You answered with a quick nod, a breathy "please," and he didn't need any more encouragement.

It was probably too fast to start off with, but god, he'd been waiting so long to fuck you like this.

"Baby," he whispered, "you're so perfect."

He held you steady and thrusted deep, so deep that it made you gasp each time. You looked incredible, and you felt incredible, but the way you sounded was just… divine. He could never have imagined the beautiful way you would sound when he was bringing you pleasure like this. Having heard it, he wanted to make you sound like this as often as possible from now on. Technically he couldn’t even be sure he’d get another chance to, but surely sounds this perfect meant you had to be having a good time, right? Ideally a good enough time to call him again?

He was snapped back to focus when he saw your eyes flutter shut with pleasure.

"Don't look away from that mirror, honey," he growled, "don't close your eyes. Look how pretty you look like this."

He could tell you loved it from the way your channel fluttered and flexed.

"You like watching yourself get fucked, princess?"

"Yes," you sobbed as he grabbed your hips harder, hoping to leave a bruise, "it feels so good, Bucky, please don't stop!"

"I won't stop, pretty girl. Not until you cream on my cock," he grunted.

"Fuck, I'm close," you whined, "Bucky, I'm gonna come— oh god right there!"

And he was sure it couldn’t be fake from the way your body tightened and released so many times, the way you quivered and your breathing seemed to stop for a moment. Even though he could barely take it, he kept fucking you through it until you were shaking so violently that he worried about your health.

“You feel so goddamn good when you come, princess,” he moaned softly. “Tryin’ to milk my cock for all it’s worth, aren’t you?”

You laughed a little, sounding exhausted, but as he kept fucking you he could feel how sensitive you had become. When he reached down to push your skirt back up to your waist after it had started to fall down a bit, he felt his own movements in your gut and it took so much not to lose his cool in that moment. Instead, he pulled your upper body into his so that you could see in the mirror the way your lower stomach was bulging a bit each time he pushed in all the way.

"F-fuck, Bucky," you whimpered.

"Anybody ever been that deep inside you before?"

"No, not even close," you moaned.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked gently, kissing up and down your neck slowly to match his lazy, teasing thrusts.

"A little," you admitted, "but it feels good. Don't stop."

He wasn’t so brutal with his thrusts, still deep but with a patient, measured pace. It staved off his orgasm a bit longer, and it made you moan all slow and throaty which was not better or worse than the needy, high-pitched moans, but enjoyably different. You didn’t sound as desperate anymore (probably because you’d already come), instead seeming relaxed and calm— if still arching your back and biting your lip nonetheless.

"I wanna come inside you," he whispered right against your ear; he could feel the way you shivered as a result.

"Please," you whimpered.

"Is that what you want? Wanna be full of my come?"

"Yes," you sobbed, "yes, please Bucky I need it so bad!"

"Fuck, gonna fill you up so good, doll," he promised gruffly. "Want me to make you mine, beautiful?"

He knew it was a risky thing to say, but his risks had paid off so far, and he wasn't in his most cautious mood.

"Already yours, Bucky," you sighed, "I'm yours, please come in me…"

It hit him suddenly when you said that, and harder than he expected. He hadn't come like that in… he hadn't come like that ever. He preferred not to think about the sudden, wavering moan he let out in that moment because he wondered if it sounded unsexy, but thankfully his mind was distracted by the overwhelming sensation of his softening, sensitive cock still within you.

He managed to maneuver you in the way he needed as he pulled out, leaning you back into him and holding your legs open to the mirror in front of you.

"Look in the mirror, sweetheart,” he instructed, his whisper a little labored as he was still catching his breath, “watch my come leak outta your pussy."

You seemed to be in awe of it, despite it being the obvious outcome of what had just happened. To be fair, he was in awe of it in a sense, too; a thick, slow stream of sticky white come dripping down from your swollen hole and onto the floor… it was mesmerizing.

Your body was limp in his arms as he finally allowed you to rest, your eyes falling shut as you melted into his embrace. He took a moment to untie your wrists, tossing the garment aside with an exhausted sigh. “Bucky…” you mumbled sleepily, apparently just to say his name.

“Was that… sort of what you were hoping for today?” he asked softly, kissing your temple.

“And more,” you giggled. “Oh my god, I… I don’t even know how to describe that… you’re so… fuck, I don’t know, my brain is totally jelly right now.”

“In a good way?”

“In the best way.”

He smiled, admiring your vacant-yet-pleased expression and feeling satisfied with his work. You turned over to lay your head on his chest, and he gladly draped his arms around you in response. Holding you like this felt so purely right, in a way so few things did to him. Funny enough, even just having fucked you on the floor and already holding you afterwards right now, he felt nervous again that he would say something wrong. You were a modern woman, after all, and maybe this was this ‘hook-up culture’ he kept hearing about.

“Was that true what you said, doll?” he asked gently, feeling you stir a little and slide a leg up to rest over his. “Did you mean it when you said that you were mine? Or was it just, you know, the heat of the moment…?”

You smiled a little, looking kind of embarrassed. “Um, yeah, I meant that… I’m yours, if you want me to be.”

He didn’t feel as guilty for feeling so possessive over you now. Clearly it was appreciated, in the right context. And he was now at least 75% sure that this wasn’t a hook-up. “Well, I’m yours, too,” he replied with a soft laugh, “whether you want me or not.”

“I want you,” you confirmed.

You laid in silence together for some unknowable amount of time, but it was a purely unawkward silence. A peaceful silence, and one filled with possibilities, but not uncomfortable. Maybe it was uncomfortable in the sense that the carpet, while still being very plushy and expensive, was still the floor and not as forgiving as a bed… but it was completely worth it.

Part of him feared to ruin the moment by speaking, but much more of him feared that you would slip out of his grasp if he didn’t say something. "This may be the wrong time to ask this— or maybe just the wrong order to do this stuff in— but I wanted to ask if you'd like to join me for dinner sometime."

You laughed, but cuddled deeper into his chest. "Um, yeah, that would be nice."

"I just hope I'll find something nice to wear," he grinned.

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scuttle-buttle · 3 years

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Chapter 10

WC: 1633

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: anxiety, angst, brief fears of infidelity, discussions of childbearing and marriage/gender roles, psych theories, some manipulation, age difference, brief mention of domestic violence (there is none)

A/N: If you have any questions regarding the tags for this chapter and want to ask me about it before reading please do so! The chapter is not necessarily dark but I understand that some may want me to give a more detailed warning/context. I want all my readers to be as comfortable as possible 💙

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It started out small. He would bring up Dr. Stratton during conversation more and more often. Three times now he had been late to office hours, causing you to have to wait outside his room, nervously checking the time. But it’s nothing, you continue to remind yourself. They’re just good friends that haven’t seen each other in years. And you trust them both.

When another Friday night passed with Laszlo skipping drinks in favor of meeting with Karen, you decided to stay in as well. It had been a month since they reacquainted with one another. In those weeks you had seen less of him outside work. Your sex life was stagnating too, much to your annoyance. He had even canceled at the absolute last minute on a dinner date. Naturally, you had begun to feel a twinge of jealousy at his lack of attention. He kept saying it was work related. Nevertheless, the sullen temperament you'd adopted went unnoticed by the doctor. You felt foolish; you weren’t so needy that you had to make a big deal about it. So you said nothing on the issue.

You sat on the old couch in your apartment. Bitsy was getting ready to go out with Lucius for date night. Picking at your fingers, you decide to ask your roommate for advice. “Hey Bits?”

“Yeah?” she called from her bedroom.

“Can I ask you a question about Lucius?” you start.

“Sure, what’s up?”

You pause as you think of how to word your thoughts. “Do you ever, like, get jealous? When he hangs out with other girls I mean.” Her head pops out of the door frame as she finishes fastening her earring, eyebrows raised in question. “It’s just that Laszlo has been spending a lot of time with Dr. Stratton now that she’s back in town. I trust them and everything, but I’m starting to feel a bit left behind I guess…” you trail off.

“Oh honey, that's normal.” She waves a hand through the air as she speaks. “There’s this girl at the lab that Lucius works with and for the first month I was convinced she was trying to steal him away from me. Turns out she just wanted Marcus, his brother!” Bitsy lets out a cackle.

“Right…” you pick at the skin around your fingernails. “I just feel silly about it. I’m sure I’m overreacting to the whole thing, though. Laszlo would never do anything, and I don’t think Dr. Stratton would either,” you remind yourself outloud. "There's just this thing John said to me about them having a past and I can't get it out of my head."

“It's not silly.” Bitsy had moved further into the bedroom, causing her voice to be slightly muffled. “But if it bothers you that much, talk to him about it. He’s a psychologist, it’s kinda his job to understand emotions and things like this. And if he loves you like you say he does then he’ll put a bit more effort into giving you his attention.”

You marinate on what she’s told you. Bitsy is right, if it bothers you that much then you need to bring it up with him. Be an adult, use communication, and all that. “Why’re you always right and level-headed about everything?”

“Someone’s gotta be, with a hot head like you,” she snarks. Her phone buzzes letting her know her date is downstairs. With a squeeze on the shoulder she bids you goodbye, telling you to let her know if you need anything.

The atmosphere in Dr. Stratton’s office felt off. What was usually so open and warm had felt forced and awkward. You were still ignoring the guilt of your jealousy at the doctor. She wasn’t as talkative today, unlike usual. Instead, it was strictly business. You chalked it up to her having an off day.

The two of you discussed in more depth the fetishes and kinks from the list you had compiled. Unfortunately, due to spending less time with your boyfriend the last few weeks you hadn’t had much of an opportunity to try any of the new tricks you were learning about. Therefore, you had little to really talk about in that regard. You found that you didn’t particularly mind, as you were feeling less inclined to want to share about your love life due to your envy towards the woman in question.

Dr. Stratton quietly gathered together her notes from the session and placed them into the folder. You were about to ask if she needed anything else from you when her lips parted before closing again. She leaned forward on her desk towards you. Her fingers steepled under her chin.

She licks her lips. “There is something I wish to discuss with you unrelated to the study.”

You didn’t like where this was going. Dread pooled in your gut at the concerned look on her face. “O-okay.”

“Now I want you to understand that I only bring this up out of concern for your wellbeing and emotional health. But some of the things you have told me over the course of this study have me worried.”

What on earth could you have said that would cause this sort of reaction from her? She was the most calm and collected person you had ever known. To have her speaking out made your heart race in your chest.

She takes a moment to gather her thoughts before opening her mouth again. “In truth I worry about your current relationship. I fear that-”

Brows furrowing, your mind goes to the worst conclusion. You blurt out “what? No! He doesn’t hurt me or anything, I don’t know what would have given you that impression but I- ”

The doctor reaches out with her hand to settle on your forearm. “My dear take a breath, I meant no such thing.”

You take a deep inhale to compose yourself. “Then what are you talking about?”

“Speaking as your friend, and as an alienist, I fear that this boyfriend is potentially using you for your youth,” she begins the tale she concocted, unbeknownst to you. “In my experience as a psychologist, the young women such as yourself that I encounter with significantly older male companions find themselves locked into the relationship. Typically, it is from dependence on money at first. Over time, the male pressures the woman to be compliant in things like marriage and childbearing. I understand how difficult it is for a woman as driven as you to balance your aspirations with relationships and domestic matters. Do you want children?”

Her statement and question take you back. Confusion is written all over your face. Marriage? Children? Neither you nor Laszlo had ever brought up either subject. You didn’t even know if it was something he was interested in. “Wait what? I'm not sure I follow…”

“Men around his age go through an identity crisis in which they begin to become aware of their mortality. A change in priorities. The most common desire is to procreate, to start a family in which to pass on their wisdom is strongest here. Are you prepared to give him children soon? Of course there is nothing wrong with wanting to be a mother, it is a very noble role. Yet you do not strike me as someone ready for such a large step.”

You can barely form a coherent thought at her onslaught. The whole conversation was so out of the blue that you felt incredibly lost. Did you want children? Did he want children? Now? You wrap your arms around your torso to stave off the uncertainty and anxiety you feel creeping in. No words come to your defense at her interrogation. You are speechless, jaw dropped.

She stands and crosses the room, placing her cool hands on your cheeks. “My dear you are still a child yourself. This is something you need to consider. To… consider the possibility that you can’t give him what he needs. That he may need someone closer to his age with the same priorities, someone more willing to give in to his needs now. I don’t think you’re ready for that. I’ve seen the cost that these girls face. And the societal pressures and judgement you would face being with someone so much older? I think it could throw you into a state similar to after your friend passed. I wouldn’t want to see you in that position again. I want you to have your freedom."

Dr. Stratton looks up at the clock suddenly; “oh! My, I’m going to be late for a meeting, you’ll have to go. I don’t believe we need any more sessions for the study, but I will let you know if anything changes.”

You are too in shock trying to process everything she said to you as she ushers you out of the door with a “think about what I said, dear.” The door shuts behind you.

Karen sat with a huff. She felt a tad guilty for what she had said to you. She had no idea if Laszlo wanted marriage or children, he hadn’t when they were first together. But times change. She hoped that by using the angle of kids and identity crises that she could subtly plant a seed of doubt in your mind. Strike quickly and overwhelmingly, plant the doubt that you weren’t right for him, then push you out before you have the chance to seek answers or reassurance from her. It seemed you bought her false concern as actual worry. You were a great girl. But you were just that - a girl. You couldn’t give Laszlo what he needed, not like she could.

Now she simply had to wait and let your mind eat away at itself, leaving him for the taking.

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ramp-it-up · 3 years

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Scene Stealer

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Minors DNI, a little angst, some language, a smidge of jealousy, but mostly just fluff! No smut! 😃 All errors my own.

A/N: This an ask from @wreakhavoconmacroissantdiggs for the Show Runner AU. I really love these two. Hope you enjoy, Loves! 💚

Read the previous part, Sundancer .

Hi lovely! Idk if your still doing requests right now? If you are can I have a fluffy/soft-ish moment between Rafa and reader? In the Showrunner AU and reader is actively filming a scene and Rafa's being difficult, lol

Your relationship was the talk of the town, especially since you accompanied Rafael on the red carpet of his latest win; it also happened to be your first nomination.

Ever since you went public, you were content with being ‘partners.’ You, especially, said there was no need for anything more. You didn’t want to tie Rafael to you, because you didn’t own him.

Art was the most important thing, not a conflict diamond and a piece of paper.

Rafael quickly agreed. After all, it had been his manifesto. You two had a perfect understanding. Until you got this role.

This gig required you to dance, and you hadn’t used your classical training in a while. You were nervous as hell.

“Who does music videos with this big a budget any more?”

You just rolled your eyes as Rafa as he delivered the shade. He would never outright say that he didn’t want you to do it; he always supported you, but you could tell it bothered him.

There was a slight tension in the air in the days leading up to filming, but you both pretended nothing was up. You were busy with rehearsal, so you brushed the thoughts of this shift in your relationship aside.

Maybe he was a little tight because you told him that the singer could definitely get it during a cast party before you two were a thing. Except in Rafael’s mind.

Rafa had taken mental notes on everything about you, and this one he didn’t forget. But, he loved you, and he was going to ride for you. Right?

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On the day of the shoot, Rafa pulled up to the studio at about 1:30. He agreed to meet you there when you invited him for moral support. You’d been there since 11 am.

He shook his head to himself as he was shown to your dressing room, lamenting the fact that he didn’t bring Diggs, because he would be the one needing moral support today.

Rafael knocked on the door and heard you say, "Come in!"

He walked in and saw you in a big, poofy, but short wedding dress. A more elaborate ballet tutu, but still definitely a wedding dress. Rafael was thrown for a loop, so he just stood there, taking you in. He felt like he was breaking a rule, looking at you in this dress.

You looked absolutely amazing.

The make up artist was working on you, but you turned around and grinned when you saw him in the mirror.

Rafa felt like he needed to sit down.

"What do you think?"

Rafael actually couldn't think. He looked down and noticed that you had your pointe shoes on. They matched your skin tone perfectly and extended your lovely legs.

He began to feel warm, a heat which began in his chest and radiated throughout his entire torso. But he was a thug. He tried to express it.

"You look beautiful...."

His throat was dry. What the fuck was wrong with him?

To you, Rafa looked a bit like a fish, his mouth opening and closing with no sound coming out.

"What?" You cocked your head at him.

Rafa recovered and moved toward you. ‘Keep your cool,’ he thought.

You shrugged at him, turned back around to the mirror, and continued.

"I would never actually wear anything like this. It's too poofy and big. Too princess-y. Not my style." You grimaced.

"You look beautiful." It finally came out.

Rafael smiled, feeling an overwhelming desire to kiss you. The makeup artist exited and Rafa was left staring at you in the mirror again. You were a vision.

He cleared his throat, deciding to lighten the mood.

"Can I climb under that dress and do what I want to do?"

You threw your head back and laughed. Once again, Rafael was caught in your spell.

"I'm working babe, but we can arrange something later..."

‘Whatever you say, my love,’ Rafael thought.

But what he said was, "Cool."

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When filming started, Rafael stood out of the way behind the camera to watch. It was a church scene and apparently what you had to do was dance down the aisle to the altar for the wedding scene.

You were lowkey checking for Rafa, and everytime you looked over, he was glowering at you, the set up, or back seat directing. You could read him like a book, and he was not amused or positive about this.

That only made you more tense and out of the zone. You began to regret inviting him. What was his problem? Was he jealous? He was being an ass, and you were going to tell him about himself later.

You ignored him as you stretched to get ready for another take. You were not going to let him ruin this for you.

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Rafael saw you and melted. He watched, mesmerized, as you danced toward the star of the video. Rafael’s heart clenched when you reached them and kissed them lightly on the lips.

It happened at least six times for the different takes and angles, and Rafa had visions of dragging you away from there, but he remained calm.

Rafael had no idea that his emotions were so loud. All pretense, all acting skills, all professionalism went out of the window the moment he saw you in that wedding dress.

He just did not think this production was up to the standard of you. And he caught on to the interactions between you and the star of the video between takes. It was not cool

You ran through a couple more takes and finally it was time for the last scene, the love scene.

You were whisked back into your dressing room for a wardrobe change. Rafa paced up and down in the hallway to calm himself down. After a few minutes he thought it worked.

Until you came back out.

You were in the sexiest black nightgown he'd ever seen. And those heels. You looked hot as fuck. But when he looked into your eyes, it was clear that you were terrified.

"Rafa, I don't think I can do this. I'm not feeling it…” Nerves were getting to you.

“They are sooo not like I thought they were. They're kind of…. There’s no chemistry. And I’m a hack actor if I can’t do this…” You bowed your head, ashamed.

Rafa hooked his fingers under your chin and brought your head up. He looked at you sternly. He was angry. But not at you.

“Energy up. Expectations down.”

You tried to respond with a brave smile, but you were really about to burst into tears. Rafael grabbed your hand and pulled you back into your dressing room. He made sure to lock the door.

You thought you knew what he wanted.

“Rafa, we don’t have time for that, I…”

“C’mere.”

Rafael hushed you and grabbed your hand, pulling you into his embrace. His large hand was on your lower back, and he held your other to his chest, beginning a slow dance to music only he could hear.

You looked up at him quizzically and raised your eyebrow.

“Rafa, what…”

“I know that we talked about not seeing the need for marriage in this crazy world, and that we are married to our art, but take a little mind excursion with me…”

You fell into rhythm with him as he began to whisper-sing “Hideaway.”

…See you’ve had the wrong plan

been sipping the wrong wine

Ay ay… let me put you on my vibe.

“Imagine we’re dancing at our wedding…”

You snapped your head up and looked in his emerald eyes. They twinkled down at you.

“I said, ‘imagine.’ This is just an exercise.”

“I would write a new song just for you and sing it while we’re dancing and get you wet for me but make you wait until after we party all night with our friends to get some.”

He smiled down at you and you were with it, getting into the fantasy. You swayed with him a little longer and smiled back up at him. Rafael’s stomach flipped.

So of course he twirled you away from him and back into his arms. His hand moved down your back to your ass.

“Seeing you in this would be the perfect wedding present. Imagine me waiting on you, not wanting to wait any more to touch you, taste you. Make you a mama.”

You stopped and stared at Rafael.

“….That’s quite the imagination you have there…”

Rafa stared back at you. “I am a creator. I create wild musings.” He turned you around to face the mirror.

“Use it.”

He put his hands in your satin covered hips.

“Pretend you’re a woman who would want that. Marriage. A husband who would cherish you and try to make you happy.”

Rafael bent down to hug you from behind, pressing his cheek aside yours.

You gazed at your reflections in the mirror. In that moment at least, you were that woman.

Rafael kissed your neck. You closed your eyes and you felt it before you opened them, but when you did, he had stepped away.

“Now go out there and pretend that person is what that woman wants.” Rafael looked at you in that way one more time before he cleared his throat and looked down.

You straightened up and walked toward the door.

“Thanks for the fantasy, Cash.” You looked back at him.

Rafa winked at you. “Anytime.”

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Three hours later, after you’d killed the scene and production had wrapped, Rafa waited for you in the parking lot, smoking and dialing Diggs on the phone.

“Whattup. D. I need you to talk me out of buying a rock.”

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Subtle Things Like – Seven (Lee Felix x OFC)

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A/N: I'm thirsty for more soft Milix moments, so enjoy the one in this chapter. I think things are moving fast in this, but I can't help it. I usually do slow burns. With this, I don't want to go that slow. This is honestly self-indulgent. In any case, I hope those reading are enjoying this. Thank you. :)

Summary: Jealousy looks good when someone is pushing two together.

Warnings: jealousy and cuteness

Words: 1.6k

Tags: @maybedeja

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In the morning, Felix strolls into the apartment while ruffling his hair only to come to a stop at the sight before him in Minho's kitchen.

Seungmin has his phone out watching a video – a song coming from it. Jisung is leaning over his shoulder to get a good look at the screen while sitting on Mia's lap. Her chin is resting on Jisung's shoulder to watch with her arms hugging his middle. And Hyunjin is beside her, leaning on her to see over her and Jisung. All of them shift their gaze to a stunned Felix.

"Morning, Lixie," Mia greets, her eyes crinkling at the corners when she smiles like it's the best day of her life.

Felix can't help feeling jealousy creep up on him when Mia's chin settles back on Jisung's shoulder. "Morning. When did you get here?"

"Really early. Jisung was here already to get Minho up to start food, but he's still getting ready. Seungmin and Hyunjin got here a little before you actually."

"Oh." Felix puts on a smile. "I could start making food if you all are hungry."

"We don't mind waiting for Minho," Jisung says, standing up and stretching. "Sit down and relax for a little bit, Felix. I'll see if he's ready yet."

"Sure." He starts to grab a chair to sit on Seungmin's other side.

"Sit where Jisung was," Seungmin says, not looking up from his phone. "It's easier since I'm angled that way."

Mia continues to smile although a soft pink colors her nose and cheeks. "I don't mind, Lix." She feels Hyunjin nudges her a bit and that makes her face warmer. "Unless it makes you uncomfortable."

Seungmin mutters an "oh, my gosh" under his breath.

"Maybe you should sit on his lap," Hyunjin suggests with a teasing lilt in his voice.

Mia shoves him away from her. "Maybe you should, brat."

"Again with the brat."

That throws Mia and Hyunjin in a playful argument with a lot of gentle pushes and what Felix sees as flirting expressions. The jealousy makes him feel bolder, but it isn't until Seungmin says something about how they've been like that all morning when Felix promptly goes over to Mia and sits on her lap.

She's shocked, of course, stopping mid-sentence to stare at the back of Felix's head. But Mia's mind quits functioning the moment Felix takes both of her arms and wraps them around him, all while watching the video on Seungmin's phone. Mia looks at Hyunjin whose smug grin brings her blush across the entirety of her face.

Hyunjin's plan is working perfectly.

Mia sits frozen, mind zeroed in on how Felix hasn't let go of her hands as he gets invested in the video. Sometimes he squeezes her hand and her heart forgets how to beat properly. Hyunjin gives her a look that asks why she's not doing anything and that kicks her into gear. She tightens her hold on Felix and hides her face against his shoulder, no longer caring for the video. He's warmer than Jisung and more responsive by rubbing her arm or squeezing her hand – more responsive than anytime he's used her lap as a chair – and that brings her hope back. The light touch from Hyunjin on her shoulder does, too.

"Good morning!" Minho shouts when he finally walks into the kitchen with Jisung laughing at how everyone jumped in their seats.

Mia's head falls against Felix's shoulder while she catches her breath from Minho's loud greeting.

"You took my spot," Jisung whines, noticing Felix.

Hyunjin shrugs. "It's his spot now because you left."

Felix looks at Jisung and smiles. "Sorry." He could offer to move, but that jealousy is still roaring in his chest.

"It's fine," Jisung says, gazing at the way Felix is touching Mia's hands and the way she's hiding her face against his back. His lips stretch wide to show off his teeth. "You both look pretty happy like that. No need for me to ruin it, right?"

Of course, Mia is begging for the attention to go away in fear that Felix will get up and sit elsewhere. But he doesn't. Instead, he leans more into her, causing her to sit against the back of her chair more. His shoulder becomes the perfect ledge for her chin, even when he lets his head fall onto the back of the chair.

Hyunjin is positive Mia hasn't blinked since Felix settled against her, her eyes constantly shifting between the table and the side of his neck that has completely blocked her view from Seungmin's video. He nudges Mia and waits for her wide eyes to meet his stare before silently asking if she's okay. It's cute the way her arms tighten around Felix. She even uses her nod as an excuse to nuzzle against Felix's shoulder. Hyunjin doesn't miss the way Felix constricts her hand until Mia stops moving. Hyunjin gives her a warm smile when she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from grinning too much.

"Breakfast! What do we want?!" Minho asks, once more scaring Mia.

Each one of them shouts out their preferences, omelets being the option with the most votes when Changbin and Jeongin come into the apartment. Changbin starts rapping about omelets, Jisung joining in, and Minho instantly gets to work with orders for the two rappers to help him.

"Was Chris up late?" Mia asks Hyunjin, turning her head so her cheek rests on Felix's shoulder.

"Maybe. He was still awake when I went to bed."

She sighs. "I bet he didn't go to bed until two in the morning. Someone should check to make sure he's not going to miss breakfast."

"Why don't you go wake him up?" Jeongin suggests, sitting across from her at the table. His lips are turned upward seeing Felix so comfortable with her.

"Um... I'm okay staying here. But, uh, someone else should check on him." She dodges all the sly smiles sent her way.

Felix sits up to unlock his phone. "I'll call him."

"Good idea," Jisung says from his station at the counter where he's whisking eggs together.

And even though Felix is calling Chan on speaker, the others continue multiple conversations – loudly, much to Chan's displeasure when he sleepily answers the phone.

"Are you coming for breakfast?" Felix asks.

Chan groans. "I guess I should."

"Sleep if you need to," Mia adds. "Felix and I can bring you an omelet before we leave, okay?"

"Yes, please. Thank you."

"Sure. Text me what you want in it," Felix says.

Chan makes a pleased sound before the call ends, leaving Mia giggling into Felix's shoulder.

"He was up way too late," she says. "Hey guys, save some stuff for Chris, okay? We're going to bring him his food later."

Minho looks over his shoulder at her. "Are you going to make it?"

"Sure. As long as someone doesn't mind cleaning up the dishes for me when we leave to bring it to him."

No one jumps up to volunteer.

Hyunjin rolls his eyes and taps Mia's ankle with his foot. "I'll take care of them, Mia."

"Thanks, Hyunjinnie."

Felix instantly leans back against Mia, grabbing each of her hands again. He somehow manages to tug her arms tighter around him while intertwining their fingers.

Mia and Hyunjin look at each other, her with a deep red blush and him with an encouraging grin. Oh, yes, his plan is working far better than he expected. He hardly did anything and Felix reacted the exact way Hyunjin wanted him to for Mia's sake. Chan isn't going to believe him when he tells him what happened.

Jeongin is grinning like no other when Felix looks over after getting comfortable again. When Jeongin nods toward the two of them, Felix has to turn away to hide the evident color on his cheeks. He is acting far too much on his jealousy, but the thought of Hyunjin having a crush on Mia when he is so close to talking to her... he can't take any chances. Not anymore. His time is short. He can feel it.

Eventually, Minho, Jisung, and Changbin put the food on the table and take their seats in the empty chairs. Felix does get off Mia's lap, taking Seungmin's seat when he moves to sit beside Changbin. The shared smile between the two childhood friends leaves both of them in a peppy mood, joining in on Jisung's high energy. Breakfast leaves them all happy even after Mia and Felix fix Chan's omelet and leave with gentle grins toward the others.

Minho waits for the door to shut. "We're going to talk about what just happened, right?"

"What happened?" Jisung asks, tilting his head to the side a little.

"Felix and Mia," Jeongin says.

Changbin nods. "Do you think he likes her?"

Seungmin scoffs, bringing a few plates into the kitchen. "Felix got jealous when Hyunjin and Mia started teasing each other. He likes her."

"They're cute together," Jeongin says. "It stinks they can't date."

"It doesn't mean they can't confess to each other," Hyunjin adds. "Eventually the ban will end and it won't be an issue anymore."

"Are you trying to get Felix to confess?" Minho asks, eyes narrowed toward Hyunjin.

"Maybe."

"Is it working?"

"You saw him sitting on her lap like the rest of us. What do you think?"

They look between each other, each one of them beginning to smile or chuckle.

Minho appears way too happy about the situation. "Perfect. We're in."

Hyunjin laughs. "Okay. Our goal is to get Felix to confess to her before Mia goes home. Making him jealous is working for now, but we might need to switch to supporting him soon. If he realizes how he really feels on his own, he'll want confirmation on that. Chan will be the first person he goes to, but if he talks to any of us, we'll help him. He likes Mia and it's time he does something about it."

"Let's go!" Jisung cheers, throwing his fist into the air.

Cheers and laughter sound throughout the kitchen.

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