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lostfirefly · 8 months ago

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Now hush little baby, don't you cry, everything's gonna be alright

The idea for the fic came to me completely by accident. A friend who has a child talked about how she spends time with him. And I have no idea how to communicate with children. English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Buggy and F/Reader - Masterlist is here.

Description: You and Buggy have a little daughter. The ship is moored and you go to rest, leaving Buggy with the child.

Warnings: Fun (I have no experience with kids, sorry if there are discrepancies), Buggy is practically hysterical.

Words: 1815

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots

The title is taken from “Mockingbird” by Eminem.

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“Y/N, it’s screaming again!” Buggy growled into his pillow.

“That's not it, Buggy, it's your daughter.” You muttered into his chest.

“This is your baby, velvet cake.” He buried his face in your hair.

“It’s as much mine as it is yours, Buggy.” You stroked his arm. “We made her together. Remember that night? At the end of sex you yelled that you would become king of the pirates.”

“It was good!” He reluctantly got out of bed and walked towards the crib that was located not far from your shared bed.

Inside the crib lay a little girl with Y/E/C and blue hair. Every time Buggy looked at his daughter, he was glad inside himself that she had not inherited his nose.

“What should I do with her?” He asked loudly.

“First of all, don't scream. Second of all, rock her first.”

“I'm not very good with children. Can I wait until she turns 18 and then start raising her?” Buggy looked at you as you stretched in bed. “How did I even end up with children?” He scratched his head and took the child into his arms. “So, what is next?”

“Just rock her. Like this.” You took the pillow in your hands and showed how it should be done.

“OK.” Buggy swung his daughter one way, then the other, then swung her one way again and the other again. "Seems to work, velvet cake! She cries less.”

“You see, you're doing great, my love.” You got out of bed, put on your slippers and, shuffling along the floor, approached them both. "You'll learn everything in time, Buggy. Hello, my Lily Gold." You waved to your daughter.

“It’s easy for you to say - you’ll learn.” Buggy chuckled and rolled his eyes dramatically. “You’re a woman, you know how to do it. It’s in your nature.”

“Hell, no!” You shook your head. “It just somehow happened that I had to take one under my wing to raise one.” You pecked him on the cheek. “Big.” Smack on his lips. “Capricious.” Smack on his nose. “Child. So, I’ll go wash up and make us breakfast. I also need to go to the store on the island and buy something.”

“What? Did something happen?” Buggy became noticeably nervous. “Are you feeling unwell? Is there something wrong with the baby?”

“No, no!” You softened your voice, trying to calm him down. “Don't get me wrong, I love you both, but I want to get some rest. I have a spa appoitnment.”

While you were making breakfast, Buggy sat next to you, holding your daughter in his arms. He was loudly clattering plates and mugs and yelling at anyone who came into the kitchen and spoke loudly (so it seemed to him, even though everyone was whispering). Buggy and your daughter at breakfast certainly made you smile, but at the same time it was a disaster. They were both constantly dropping things, getting messy in their food, and they both started whining if something didn't go their way. You would just roll your eyes, convincing yourself that he was the love of your life, the love you sometimes wanted to strangle. You got up from your chair, wiped their faces, and continued drinking your morning coffee.

You went to your room, Buggy and Lily followed you. He constantly asked how soon you would return, what he should do and how to get along with children in general.

“Learn, daddy! You are the culprit of this creature.” You adjusted his bandana and looked into his scared eyes. “For the record, I have no regrets. I love our family. You and our daughter. But since this will be a copy of you, I need to gain strength. That's it, I'm off. Bye, my love. Bye, Lily! I'll be back in three hours.”

“THREE HOURS???” Buggy's eyes widened, but he looked at your slightly tired face, exhaled and kissed your forehead. “Fine.”

“Bye, my captain. I love you!" You pecked him on the lips and left.

Buggy sat down on the bed, holding Lily in his arms. Fortunately, she was no longer a newborn baby, because that period was a nightmare for you. The baby was screaming all the time, Buggy was screaming all the time.

��So. What should I do with you?” Buggy took his daughter and turned her over in his hands. She laughed happily and tried to grab his nose. “No, Lily! Not the nose! We don't touch daddy's nose.” He muttered and looked around. “Oh! You're a child. You must love toys, right?”

Buggy grabbed Lily in his arms, walked with her to the toys and put her on the floor. “Who do you want to play, me sweet candy? Pony? Lamb? Pig?" He sorted through the toys and showed them one by one.

The girl looked at her father with batted eyes and grabbed his nose again.

“Fuck! Lily Gold! You can't touch daddy's nose!” Buggy leaned back a little.

“Honk!” Lily said and pointed to her nose. “Dad. Nose. Honk.”

Buggy looked at his daughter doomedly. “Do you want dad to make a honk with his nose? Maybe you’ll choose the lamb?”

She shook her head, made a face and crossed her arms.

He rolled his eyes, growled and said a dissatisfied “okay”, squeezing his nose so that it made a sound. “You like your mother, love to do this with me. Well, Lily. What else do you want to do?”

Buggy tilted his head and looked at his daughter. “Thank God you don't have my nose." He took her in his arms and said in a whisper. “But daddy will always protect you. You and your mom. I never let someone hurt you, my biggest treasure." Buggy kissed his daughter on the top of the head.

Lily got off his feet, took the ball and handed it to him.

“Lily Gold, daddy doesn't know how to make balloon dogs.” Buggy shrugged.

She immediately made a face again and began to scream, and cry.

Buggy rolled his eyes and hissed through his teeth . “Mother fuc~. Okay, I'll do it, just stop yelling!" He took the balloon, somehow inflated it and made something that vaguely resembled a dog. He gave it into his daughter's hands, and the balloon immediately burst. And Lily yelled even louder.

“Fu-u-ck! What does your mother do at such moments?” Buggy grabbed his head.

At that moment, one of the freaks knocked on the cabin. “Captain?!”

“WHAT?!” Buggy barked and went to the door.

“We are almost replenished, and we know where the Straw Hat's are going.” The freak gave him papers.

“I don't give a fuck about the Straw Hat right now.” He threw the papers back in the man's face. “I'm sitting with the daughter while Y/N is away.”

“Excuse me, Captian, you're not sitting with your daughter.” The freak shook his head.

“What? What are you talking about! Here s~.” Buggy pointed his finger at the place where he was sitting a couple of minutes ago.

“Where? Where's she? Where's the baby?” He grabbed the freak by the clothes and started shaking him. “Where is my daughter?”

“I don't know, Capta-a-in!!” The freak's head was bobbing like a bobblehead.

“Oh, fuck!! Oh, fuck!! Y/N will kill me. She will kill me!” Buggy grabbed his head and began to rush around the room. “Get out of the way!” He threw the freak aside and ran out of the cabin.

Buggy practically ran around the ship, calling his daughter's name in a whisper. He was afraid that you might appear earlier. He turned the corner and saw blue hair flash.

“Gotcha!” Buggy hugged Lily tighter and picked her up. “How did you manage to escape? For year and a half, you are a very fast girl! Don't scare dad like that again, okay?”

“Richie! Richie!” Lily grabbed Buggy by the hair and began to pull.

“Ouch! No-o-o! We're not going to Richie, Lily! He's probably sleeping.” Buggy carried the girl back to the cabin and sat her on the bed. “I don’t know what to do with you. Do you want to draw? Let’s draw!” He took out pencils and sheets of paper and gave them to her.

“Richie!” Lily threw everything on the floor.

“OK.” He scratched his head and looked around, “Do you want to play balll? Let's play ball!” He gave Lily a small yellow ball. “See? Are you happy? Please, my sweet candy, show daddy your happy face!”

“Richie!!” Lily threw the ball in Buggy's face.

“Damn!” He rubbed his forehead. “What should I do with you?!” Buggy grabbed his head and was ready to scream. “I know! Let daddy show you some chop chop tricks!” He separated his hand and gave it into his daughter's hands. “You see how dad can do it? Cool? Please, say it’s cool!!” Buggy was on the verge of hysterics.

“RICHIE!!!” Lily stomped her foot and threw her hand at Buggy's face.

“Fuck!” He attached his hand back. “Okay. Do you want to see Richie? Let's go to see Richie. Maybe he'll finally eat daddy.” Buggy muttered under his breath, took Lily in his arms and walked down the ship.

They entered the room where the lion was sitting, and Buggy put the girl on the floor. Lily looked at him and smiled.

“What? Why are you smiling? Finally satisfied, little s~?” He crossed his arms.

“Richie-e-e!” Lily happily ran towards the lion and began to try to climb onto him.

Buggy smiled and approached his daughter. He helped her climb up the lion and watched carefully to make sure she didn't fall. “That’s my girl! I'm so pr~”

“What are you doing here?” Buggy heard your voice behind him. “I came to the cabin, and your freaks told me that you were with Richie.” You walked up to Buggy and kissed him on the cheek. “How are you?”

“We’re great. It’s easy to sit with kids. I don't understand why you're complaining.”

“Liar.” You hugged him and placed your head on his shoulder.

“Has it been three hours already?” Buggy wrapped his arm around your waist.

“No. Just an hour. It turns out that I have a spa appointment for tomorrow. So you’ll have to sit with Lily tomorrow. By the way, I bought you a gift. Whiskey!” You pulled the bottle out from behind your back. “I also thought that maybe we could leave Lily to someone from the crew today and spend some time together? What do you think?” You snuggled closer to him and winked.

“I like this idea. And you know what I was thinking of, my velvet cake?” Buggy looked at you with the corner of his eye, glancing at Lily.

“About what, my beloved Captain?” You asked softly and ran your fingers along his neck.

“Let’s have another child?!”

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chanswhxre · 2 years ago

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hiiii🌾🤍🌹

I loved your sugar daddy felix smut...andddd i would like to ask(when you can,and if you want) you to do a sugar daddy felix x fem reader breeding kink,size kink ,praise kink a little bit of daddy pet name and felix calling th reader "sugar"(like a pet name!!🌟♥️) And at the end when reader finds out that shes pregnant and tells felix,he asks her to be his wife and they become husband and wife!!

Thank you!!!love you♥️🌾💋

-mimi

a/n: i've been busy lately so sorry if it took a while, mimi. i tried to put everything in your request, i really enjoyed writing this one. thanks for requesting, i hope you like it! xoxo -jan ♡

Birthday Special

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♡ Pairing : sugar daddy! felix x afab reader

♡ Genre : smut

♡ Word count : 3.1k+

♡ Warnings : 18+ nsfw, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f & m receiving) cursing, size kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), creampie, pet names, the use of daddy in sexual act

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Today was a very special day for you. The day you've always looked forward to, your birthday, and Felix, your sugar daddy had something planned for the two of you. Before you met him, you'd just spend your birthday with friends or your family. You visited your family yesterday and promised your friends you'll go out with them on the weekend when they're free from work.

You were excited about the plans today, Felix told you everything is a surprise but as always, you can tell him anything you'd like to do today and your wish will be his command. It's always been like that for the past 5 years. Each year, a different surprise.

You had just arrived in Italy via his private jet and you're currently in a private car that was going to take you to the hotel that he owns there. He owned a chain of luxury 5-star hotels and resorts all over the world and apparently, this one was rated as the most romantic hotel to stay in during vacations or honeymoons in Italy. This was only the second time you'd come to visit it but the first time to actually stay in it. As you entered one of the most luxurious lobbies you have ever set foot in, the manager greets you with a smile and some champagne while a bellboy unloads your luggage.

"Good morning, Miss." the manager greeted. "Shall I lead you to your room?"

"Yes please." You said and took a sip of your champagne. You still couldn't believe your eyes, the lobby was huge with shiny, marble floors and elegant black, white, and gold walls, and the whole place was lit with a large, beautiful crystal chandelier. Everything is beyond expectations when you finally arrived in your room, the top floor suite, their biggest room and surely the most expensive one. You were welcomed by a spacious living area with velvet couches and chairs, elegant paintings on the walls, and a lot more expensive furniture.

"Mr. Lee will be joining you in the afternoon. If there's anything else you need, please do not hesitate to call." The manager said before he left. The bellboy also left your luggage by the door then you closed it. You explored the entire room, it had a small hallway that led to the bedroom and the bathroom, you entered the bedroom first, greeted by the king-sized bed and a balcony that overlooked Milan. It was already beautiful with sunlight, imagine if it was evening and all the city lights would probably look like stars. The bathroom didn't disappoint as well, it had a large bathtub, a jacuzzi, and a long marble counter with a hugely lit mirror. You couldn't help but be in awe of the place.

Felix texted you shortly saying that you could explore the hotel and use its amenities while waiting for him and so you did. You went to the hotel's spa, got a relaxing massage, ate a lunch at the restaurant, and went to the garden. It was truly a luxurious experience. After dressing up for your date with Felix, you stayed and enjoyed your tea in the garden when someone suddenly covers your eyes.

"Guess who." He says in a low, familiar, voice.

"Felix?" You said and you felt him smile by your ear. He laughs and then takes his hands off and walks in front of you.

"Happy birthday, my sweet sugar!" He greeted you with his sunshine smile. You quickly stood up to wrap him in your arms.

"I missed you, you know." You pout.

"I know, darling. But hey, I got you something." He smiled and gave you a little paper bag with a familiar jewelry brand logo.

"Thank you." You smiled and opened the velvet box containing the most beautiful diamond necklace you have ever seen in your entire life and probably the most expensive one yet. "Wow. This is..wah..I'm speechless!"

"Do you like it?" He bit his lip.

"Of course I do! It's beautiful." You said.

"Let me put it on you." He offered and he walks behind you to put the necklace on. He then kisses your cheek when he hooked it. "Perfect. Now, let's go shopping."

He took you to Via Montenapoleone to shop. The luxury shopping street of Milan where it is home to the biggest designer and luxury brands. One thing you liked about shopping was the unlimited budget you had because it's a special day but mostly, when Felix comes with you, he isn't that bored little puppy just following your tail, he's actually very interested and insightful. He picks out clothes for you, accessories, makeup, and lingerie that he thinks would look great on you. He's very involved that most of the time you forget that he's not your boyfriend but your sugar daddy. He picks mostly pink items because that man is absolutely crazy for pink items on you. Of course, it wouldn't be complete without women ogling at the handsome man.

"I like this one. Try it on for me please?" Felix said as he handed you a pink, silk dress and you obliged. His mouth dropped when you tried it on and immediately bought it for you to change into with a new pair of luxury brand heels. He even surprised you with a bag he bought from another store while you were busy trying on outfits. He literally is the best. After bags and bags of new clothes, shoes, accessories, and more, you both went to a 3 Michelin star restaurant that is owned by his brother, Minho Lee. You had a reservation in a private balcony of the restaurant which had a very romantic mood to it. You didn't expect to meet his brother there but you did. A fine, handsome young man just like Felix but older, you shared a few conversations while he leads you up the stairs and he recommended you their top dishes and personally offered you a bottle of wine before he leaves the two of you.

You and Felix ordered dinner, you took a sip from your glass of wine and took in the beautiful view beside you which is the city, and in front of you, which is Felix.

"Had fun today, darling?" He asked.

"Yes. I did. One of the best days ever." You said and you clinked your glasses. The appetizer was then served and you were already 3 glasses of wine in. A mischievous thought entered your mind while you took a sip. You took your shoe off and then ran your foot along his legs, Felix almost choking on the soup. He looked at you suspiciously but you blinked at him innocently. As he drinks his glass of wine, you couldn't help but stare at his adam's apple bobbing up and down, you just wanted to kiss him and mark his neck right then and there since it's been two weeks since you last saw each other.

The main course was served and you both savored your meals then your birthday cake was served, the staff sang you a happy birthday song and you blew your candles happily as they all clapped. You took the first slice of cake with white frosting. As you both ate, you purposefully ran your foot again on his leg making him look at you who was licking the thick, white frosting on the spoon while staring straight into his eyes. Felix cursed at the sight and stood up from his seat and walked to you, his cock was semi-hard and you could quite see the bulge it was forming in his pants.

"You've got frosting on your mouth, sugar. Let me clean that up for you." He said and his next move surprised you. You thought he was going to wipe it with his thumb and then lick it but he straight up licked it from the side of your mouth. He smirked when he saw your face, frozen in shock.

"So sweet." He said, his voice lower than usual it was sexy but it wasn't like you not to get revenge so without a thought, you pulled him by his collar and smashed your lips into him which caught him off-guard but quickly caught on. You pulled back breathlessly.

"Your lips taste sweet too." You smiled, eyes still closed.

"I wonder what else would taste so sweet." He smirked.

After paying for the meal, you both went back to the hotel. Felix couldn't wait and was already peppering you with kisses and marks while on the elevator. Once you arrived in your room, you found your way to the bedroom. Felix quickly discarded his clothes and you did yours. Once your dress hit the ground, Felix's mouth hung agape seeing you wear a new baby pink lingerie set with ribbons. His knees went instantly weak and his dick hard once you wore the cat ears you placed on the bedside table.

"Like what you see, daddy?" You looked at him seductively as you crawled onto the bed.

"Fuck, sugar. And here I thought I'll be the one giving surprises for today." He growled as he discarded his pants leaving his underwear on. "Can't wait to spoil you some more tonight."

You lay down as he positioned himself between your legs, his hard bulge in contact with your soaking wet heat. He kisses you, his tongue swirling with yours as you tangled your hands in his soft, dark hair. His hands travel to your right breast, index finger circling over the clothed nipple making it hard. You moaned into his mouth when he started grinding on you.

"M-more." You whimpered, the friction not enough to satisfy you.

"You look so cute and sexy in this but you look sexier without it." He says as he unclipped your bra. "Keeping the ears on though."

Soon enough, you were both naked. He trailed kisses on your neck and collarbone and even with gentle bites and sucking, you were sure it was going to leave marks. He caressed your boobs, he loved how his big hands perfectly cover them. He licks your nipples and gave them equal attention and you could feel the tongue flicks on your hard nipples down to your core. He licked his way from your boobs down to your dripping cunt. He glides his tongue upwards to your clit making you shiver, he holds your thighs in place as he laps at your pussy and then circled his tongue around your sensitive bud which made you moan more loudly than usual.

"You taste so sweet like sugar. I'm getting addicted." He moaned. He then sucked your clit which made you see stars and you could already feel the familiar knot building in your stomach.

"Fuck. Just like that. Please, daddy. I want to cum." You whined as you get closer and closer to your climax.

"Such a good little girl for me, saying please and calling me daddy." He said. "Cum for me, sugar."

He hungrily licked and sucked on your sensitive bud as he slowly pushed a finger in. He quickens the pace which pushed you to the edge and it all came crashing down on you. He could feel your walls contracting around his fingers as you rode your orgasm on his tongue.

"Thank you, daddy." You sigh in bliss but still aroused.

"Such a good girl for me." He said and caressed your hair with his clean hand.

You lifted yourself up and pushed Felix to lie down. You gave him a quick kiss before lowering your head to his aching cock. He looked at you with pure lust and anticipation and then you wrapped your hand around his cock. Your hands were cute and tiny around his huge, thick, hard cock that you could barely wrap your fingers around it which turned him on even more, and with the ears, you looked like the perfect little kitten you are. You gave him kitten licks, tasting the salty precum first before taking him inside your mouth. He couldn't fit inside fully that's why you had your hands assist you. As you bob your head up and down, your hands moved in sync making his eyes roll to the back of his head. He tangled his hands in your hair, pushing you to take him deeper into your mouth but a little gently not to destroy your small throat.

"Come sit on my cock now, darling." He said while he sat up to lean on the headboard and you obliged positioning yourself on top of him and slowly sinking on his cock. You screwed your eyes shut while you were shaking with him stretching you out to the fullest. "That's it, sugar. Take daddy's big cock in."

There was a little pain at first due to the stretch but then turned to pleasure once you started moving. His hands found your tiny little waist and started helping you move up and down, moans and profanities spilling out of each other's mouths. His mouth finds your nipples again, circling his tongue and suckling on them while you roll your hips on him, another orgasm approaching. He felt your cunt tighten around his cock and he knew you were close and with your walls fluttering around his cock, he knew he wasn't gonna last long. He flips you over in a second and your back was now flat against the soft mattress before he slams his cock into you at a brutal pace, hitting your g-spot in the process.

"S-so good." You whimpered and clenched his dick. He felt your cunt getting tighter pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, sugar. You want my cum, yeah?" He pants, thrusting deeper and harder.

"Want your cum inside so bad. Claim me, breed me." You moaned and locked your legs around his waist.

"Shit. You really want daddy to fucking breed you, yeah?" He said and that made you clench around his cock, with one last thrust, he comes deep inside you, strings of hot cum filling you up nice and full. He kisses you one last time before pulling out and immediately stuck his two fingers inside you before his cum could leak out of you.

"Fuck daddy, yes I'm cumming!" You screamed as he fingered you, curling his fingers upward to hit that sweet spot inside of you.

"That's it, sugar. My good girl." He praises you while you creamed all over his cum-covered fingers.

You close your eyes in pure bliss as Felix went to get tissues to clean you up before he carries you to the extravagant bathroom, relaxing in the jacuzzi then doing another round and giving you mind-blowing orgasms all night long.

A few weeks later after that amazing night with Felix, you started to feel a little unwell. You stopped your travels for a while to rest but you felt worse than ever even after resting for a few days, you went to the doctor to get yourself checked. You haven't notified Felix yet, seeing that you might just be experiencing over-fatigue from the new workout routine you've been trying out and there's nothing too alarming about it but when you got yourself checked, the doctor told you your symptoms aligned with pregnancy. You even ordered two pregnancy tests in the lab and it was all positive.

You froze in shock not knowing how to react. You went home and thought about how you would tell Felix. There was something stated in the contract about this that in the case you get pregnant and he's the father, he would actually give child support but first he needed to run a paternity test to confirm. You abided by your contract terms of not seeing or sleeping with anyone other than him (for health purposes) so this baby is no doubt his. You couldn't sleep thinking about when and how to tell him about this and how he would react. Your phone buzzed and it showed a message notification from Felix.

My Sugar Lix 💗 Do you have plans tomorrow evening, sugar?

You Just staying at home. Why?

My Sugar Lix 💗 Let's have dinner tomorrow. I'll have my driver pick you up at 6. See you xx

And the opportunity presents itself.

The next day, you had gotten ready with your best outfit and everything. His driver picked you up promptly and you arrived at your favorite restaurant. It was surprisingly empty, Felix must have rented the whole place but what for? The two of you dine here often but he never rented the place out. You gulped, getting more nervous as you approached the lone table that was neatly decorated with petals and candles. Felix stood right there and kissed your hand. He pulled your chair out and you thanked him before you sat down. He jogs to his seat, smiling dearly at you. The two of you enjoyed a nice candlelight dinner. You gathered up your courage before speaking.

"I have something important to say."

The both of you froze as you said the words in unison.

"Go ahead." Felix gestured.

"No, you can go first." You said, trying to delay the inevitable. He shook his head.

"Now, that wouldn't be very gentleman-like of me now, would it? It's always ladies first in my book." He said. Well, he's not wrong. Of all the principles he sticks to, he never forgets this one and when you inhaled deeply, you just let the words flow out of your mouth.

"Felix, I'm pregnant." You said.

The moment of silence was deafening, his mouth hung agape with the shocking words that you just said.

"It's yours. I promise. We can take the paternity test stated on the contract or we can have an abo—" Before you could finish what you were saying, he ran up to you and hugged you before kissing you sweetly on your forehead.

"Sshh...I believe you, darling." He said before getting down on one knee which confused you more.

"Wha..what are you doing?" You asked him.

"I have been meaning to ask you something. I've planned it a few months ago." He said and pulled out a small, velvet box from his pocket.

"I'm totally confused.." you said, looking around all anxious. Is this what you think it is?

"Y/N, my sweet sugar, the light of my life for the past five years. I never knew I could meet such an amazing person after completely giving up thoughts about love and relationships but, I found someone I can see my future with, have kids with, and live a happy life with. Y/N, will you let me spoil you for the rest of your life?" He said and opened the small box, and there it revealed a beautiful, round-brilliant diamond ring that looked like it probably cost more than all his precious cars in total. "Will you marry me?"

Those four words were ringing in your ears. You knew you had fallen for this wonderful man a while back but you didn't know he did as well. So, without second thoughts, your answer is

"Yes!"

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starstruckunknown-princess · 2 years ago

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A Swanky Marvel Christmas Party

Pairings: Tony Stark x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Thor x Reader, Carol Danvers x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader

Warnings: Stark throwing his money around, mention of deceased parents, HEAVILY IMPLIED Smut (nothing graphic), So Much PDA, reader feeling insecure, drinking alcohol, pining, bisexual crush/pining, hint of a same sex relationship, accidental violence, mention of blood and menstrual products

Word Count: 1604

Summary: Some Headcanons about some Marvel characters and how they would interact with the Reader at a fancy Stark Tower Christmas Eve Party!

A/N: My last Fluffcember post! It’s been a fun month and I hope you’ve all enjoyed it. This will not be the last writing challenge I take on and post on here. I hope you all had a gentle holiday and that the new year treats you kindly! Enjoy!

Fluffcember Masterlist

Tony Stark

Is the one throwing the fancy party, duh

Spared no expense to make sure you looked your best

Including a trip to the day spa so you could relax before the party

You’ve never been this pampered in your life - facial, massage, mani/pedi, seaweed wrap, the works

You ask if this was your Christmas present, but Tony insists that it isn’t

When he unzips a garment bag from Dior and you see the gown he got you, you ask if that is your gift

“Nope.”

He 100% pulls a ‘Pretty Woman’ with the velvet necklace box, which makes you laugh

When you two enter the party it’s like royalty entering a ball

You two dance for a song or two, Tony twirling you around the floor with expert ease

Then you make the rounds, saying hi to the other Avengers and all the other partygoers

Tony knows you find this stuff draining, so he makes sure your glass is never empty, swapping out the alcohol with water every couple drinks

You make your escape to the buffet as soon as it is set up

The food is delicious, but you expected nothing less

Tony finds you at a semi-secluded table nibbling on a kebab

“Present time,” he says, sliding a small velvet box across the table toward you

Inside are a pair of simple diamond earrings

You look up at Tony, shocked

Not because you don’t like them — you do, they’re perfectly understated — but coming from someone as larger-than-life as Tony Stark seems…strange

As if reading your mind, he clears his throat and points at them

“These were my mother’s. And I want you to have them.”

Your jaw hit the floor and tears welled in your eyes

Losing his parents was something he still struggled with all these years later, and here he was giving you something so sentimentally valuable to him

The tears fell and you hugged him tightly

The second you let him go, you switched out the earrings you were wearing for the ones he just gave you

“How do they look?”

He brushes a lock of your hair out of the way, eyes alight with warmth and love

“Beautiful.”

Steve Rogers

He looks…incredibly good in a suit and tie

You two barely make it to the party because you can’t keep your hands to yourself

And it goes both ways - his jaw actually dropped when you entered the room and showed him the dress you’d picked for Stark’s Swanky Christmas Party

Seriously, it’s a miracle you got out of the apartment on time

Steve is no more than ten feet away from you all night

Whenever he’s in arm’s length, he’s touching you

Arm around your waist or slung over your shoulders, fingers playing with the loose tendrils of your hair, lips brushing against your cheek

He’s never been big on PDA, but tonight he can’t seem to help himself

Even Tony makes a comment about it, at which point Steve whisks you over to the dance floor

He whispers shockingly dirty things into your ear while you two dance

“Captain! There are people here!” you fake a scandalized tone

He smirks wickedly, “When has that ever stopped us?”

You playfully slap his broad chest

He laughs and pulls you closer, pressing every curve of you against his body as you swayed to the music

You leave the party early

Your dress doesn’t survive the elevator ride back to Steve’s apartment

Bucky Barnes

Getting him to a party was like pulling teeth from a feral cat

But eventually he agreed to make an appearance

Together, you decided to only stay for one drink and making the rounds

Then that’s it

Back to your apartment to watch Christmas movies and have hot cocoa

Away from the crowd and the noise and the potential triggers

So you two get to the party early, when the crowd is still pretty thin

Steve is there, which helps

Tony isn’t there, which also helps

You say hi to people, wishing them all Happy Holidays as you make your way to the bar

Bucky doesn’t leave your side, a hand on the small of your back or clasped in yours the whole time

After an hour or so he squeezes your hand three times, the signal you’d agreed would mean he’s ready to go

You say your goodbyes and head back to your apartment

You’re back in your comfy clothes and snuggling on the couch less than fifteen minutes later

Bucky falls asleep with his head in your lap, your fingers stroking his hair

Thor

He loves a Stark Party!

And he’s bringing a special flask of his God-proof liquor, specially spiced for the holidays

You invited Val to join the two of you

But as King of New Asgard, she has duties to attend to during their Yule celebration

Thor is devastatingly handsome, and he knows it

You certainly know it

Not for the first time, you wonder what he sees in plain-old you

Especially at a Fancy Party like this one

The insecurity follows you like a little stormcloud all night

So you’re more quiet and reserved than usual

You stick along the walls, sipping whiskey straight

Thor offered to share his flask with you but you are not prepared for that level of hangover on the biggest holiday of the year

Especially since you’re heading back to New Asgard after the party

Thor notices you standing off to the side and the slight frown on your face

He decides he needs to turn that frown into a smile

(The flask is mostly gone at this point)

He picks you up and fireman carries you out of the room, back down to his apartment

You admit your insecurities when he asks what’s wrong

Thor spends the rest of the night bringing you pleasure and showing you exactly how much he loves you

Carol Danvers

You have no idea if Carol is going to show up

She’s been off-world for a long time and you miss her

The crush you’ve developed on her is only intensified by the distance

Thanks to Stark, though, you two are able to text each other

You sit at the bar at the Fancy Party, checking your phone every few minutes and nursing a drink

You’ve gotten no indication that she’s on her way or even coming at all

Steve comes over and asks you to dance, but you decline

He gives you a knowing look as you check your phone again

He knows a little bit about pining for someone far away, so you’ve confided in him about your situation numerous times about your crush and what, if anything, was to be done about it

You’ve decided that tonight, if she doesn’t show up it’s not meant to be

And you’ll move on

Or at least try to

But the hour grows late as you make the rounds, ending up on a couch chatting with Clint and Natasha

You’re about to call it and head back up to your apartment

Just then, a blinding flash of light enters the room from the balcony

Carol approaches you, helmet letting her hair fall around her face in a halo

You can’t breathe

She’s coming over to you, a smile on her gorgeous face

Her suit looks out of place amongst all the formal wear, but she’s still radiant

“Am I too late?” she asks when she gets to you

You can’t stop smiling

“Not at all.”

Sam Wilson

Sam asks you to dance and you agree, downing the rest of your drink

The song is upbeat and you’re a few drinks in, so your movements are loose

You don’t realize how loose until your pumping fist collides with Sam’s nose

A crunch, a yell, and you immediately apologize

“I. Am. So. Sorry.”

Sam holds the bridge of his nose to stem the bleeding, “It’s okay, really. I should’ve seen it coming.”

“Let’s get you some ice.”

You lead him by the hand off the dance floor and over to the bar

The bartender gives you an ice pack from the first aid kit, but that does nothing to stop the blood flow

“Oh! I’ve got it!” you exclaim

From your clutch you extract two tampons, unpackaging them and sticking them into Sam’s nostrils before he knows what’s happening

He can’t even see them under the ice pack, but the strings tickle his chin

“Did…did you just put tampons up my nose?”

“Yep.”

“Ouch, first you punch me on the dance floor then you stick tampons in my face? Merry Christmas to me!”

“I told you I was sorry! And would you rather bleed all over your suit?”

He relents and you get him a drink

A while later you two are still sitting at the bar, talking about everything and nothing while the party goes on around you

And then he puts his hand over yours while he laughs at a joke you just made

Electricity shoots up your arm, and you realize

Oh no

You’ve got a crush on Sam

Who you just punched in the face on accident

Who has never seen you as more than a friend

You shove the feelings down, hoping it was just the alcohol and the excitement of the party getting to you

So when he leans in to kiss you good night and you turn your head when he was clearly heading for your cheek, not your lips, you know it’s not a fluke of a feeling

Your lips meet and he’s surprised

But then he’s kissing you back

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Red Velvet - Chapter 10 part 1

MasterList / Akane’s profile / Last chapter here

Chapter 10 - Thrift Store Wars (part 1)

"... and when I least expected it, he showed up at my parent's house, right when mom was serving the 'year crossing' soba! He had already called me before, so I didn't expect to see him until the next day. Girl, it was so cute how he came to hug me, even though he was shy with my father and brother staring at him, and mom and Saeko thought it was cute too! We invited him to dinner and everything, but the boys were with him too, they had just dropped Ohma off at Kanny's parents' house, so they couldn't stay long and... Akane?"

Tomori's voice awakens her from her lethargic state, calling her with some concern. They were both in the living room of Akane's apartment, sitting on the pink couch. Her friend had taken advantage of the second day of the year to finally come visit her, as she hadn't done in a long time, to catch up. She had been having fun, enjoying her company, until Tomori started talking about the surprise visit that her boyfriend had paid her in the early hours of New Year's Eve. And how he had brought a specific company with him.

"Uh... I'm talking too much, aren't I?," She looks to the side, a little embarrassed. "Sorry, I haven’t even heard about how your New Year's Eve was…"

"Eh, it wasn't anything worthy of note, so don't worry," She drinks from the hot tea in her mug, and then adjusts her glasses, using her 'indoors' outfit. "I spent New Year's sleeping... like, the women in the salon didn't throw a party this year. They were with their families or friends, so I made myself dinner, a warm bath, had some self-care time in my private spa and right after, I went straight to bed," She sighs. "The only good thing was that Rihito called me at midnight...," she smiled. "He wished me a happy new year... girl, I was kinda bummed, and when he spoke to me I almost cried..."

"You were all alone? Girl, you could've called me! Mom would've invited you to come spend New Year's Eve with us, you know that and... wait, what?," Tomori stops talking, her eyes bulging a little. "Rihito called you to wish you a Happy New Year? Seriously?!," Her eyes start to shine. "Naoh didn’t tell me that, and I spent yesterday's afternoon with him!"

"I think he was alone, I didn’t hear the boys laughing in the background," She smiles more. She was a bit melancholic these days. "All I know is that he surprised me, I really didn't expect that from him, like... at all," She sighs, leaning back and sinking into the extremely soft couch that was her pet pink monster. "Damn."

"But they were together, they went to a bar for New Year's Eve, from what I heard... ooh, he must have left their side just to call you!," She concludes, clapping her hands happily. "I'm also surprised, but in a very good way and... what's wrong?," She worries again when she sees her friend sinking like that into the couch, as if the melancholy was weighing her down. "He... he didn't bother you on the phone or anything, did he?"

"What? No," She shakes her head. "He has never done that to me, actually. I even wish he would... so I wouldn't have to feel as happy as a dog when he talks to me... I...," she sighs again. "I think my spell has turned on me, Tomori... he's too stupid to play me, but… he managed to make me fall for him. "

Akane no longer wanted to have to hide or pretend anything, and Tomori was the perfect person for her to be straight to the point, without needless chit-chat, like she usually was.

Tomori blinks. Her expression was blank, as if her brain had slowed down to keep from overheating.

"... What? You're kidding, right? ...Oh, damn, you're not...!,"! And her eyes widen, her jaw dropping in perplexity. "Akane, is this serious? Since- since when?!"

"Since... Since winter started, I guess...," She says sullenly. "The thing is... I'm not fit for this kind of stuff... I mean, look at me. I look like a hooker, my house looks like a whorehouse, every time I go out on the street people throw me these looks... and I certainly fucked a third of the guys in this neighborhood in the past. I mean, I don't do that anymore, and no one really knows how my place looks like but.... Uugh... it can't happen... and I don't even know if he's really interested in me or if I'm just his to-go fuck-buddy and he's only trying to be nice, like you said he is. It's gonna get weird... and I... I have his friendship, and that's all I can hope for..."

"Hey- no, stop! Stop talking about yourself like that, dammit!," Tomori holds her by the arms, shock giving way to indignation. "We already talked about this! Being self-assured doesn't make you a slut, especially since you've never tried to steal other people's men! Your place is super stylish, and anyone who disagrees can shove it! You are a woman that many men would give an arm to have, do you hear me? Bitch, have some self-love!," And she pretends to slap her on the arm, laughing a little nasally afterwards. "But wait, are you serious? Did you really fall for my boyfriend's womanizer friend? I think we really have the same taste in men, after all, hahaha!," She hugs her, stroking her back. "I just wish you could see yourself the way I do..."

"I... I'm sorry, Tomori...," Her voice sounded hoarse, as if she was falling apart. "I'm trying to hold this shit back, but it's so hard when you...," She sniffles. "When you're tired of falling on all fours for worthless jerks," She sobs. "Holy shit, he showed himself to be such a nice, kind person... I don't want to go through that again, Tomori...," She sobs more on her friend's shoulder. "I don't want my heart broken again... I'm so sick of it... "

"Akane…," Tomori leans back on one of the arms of the couch, bringing Akane with her, so that she was half lying on her, her head on her chest. She strokes her hair with one hand and her back with the other, her voice starting to sound a bit hoarse too. Hey, Kane, c'mon... Fuck, I can't stand seeing you like this... I wanna beat the shit outta him with my baseball bat, just for making you feel like that... and yeah, I know it isn't his fault, but still..."

"I'm the one who deserves the baseball bat treatment again," She sniffs, taking her glasses off her face. "So I can stop being such a dumb bitch... I had everything planned, down to every itty bitty detail, my famous strategy was foul-proof, Tomori... and then he came to me and asked what he did wrong and if I could help him improve. I agreed just for the sex, but he... he took me seriously...," She wipes her tears away. "I didn't expect him to listen to me and... and for him to want to talk to me, for him to treat me like a friend, and for him to even invite me to hang out... damn, he was happy that I bought him a pair of fucking sweatpants so that he wouldn't be completely naked at my livingroom! I was thinking about myself when I bought them, but then he smiled at me like an idiot and I... shit, man, why does he have to be so fucking cute?!"

"Yeah... he's good at winning others over by being a cute, persistent idiot...," Tomori is forced to agree, bending down to kiss the top of Akane's head, still stroking her hair. "But I didn't expect that it would be your case... but relax, I won't judge you. I...," She hesitates a little, looking to the side. "I can't be sure how he's feeling, Akane, but... but look, Naoh and the boys assured me that he has always been a casanova wannabe who slept with as many women as he could and then moved on to the next target without even looking back. But it's different with you. He wanted to go out with you again. And after the encore, I wanted, he wanted more, he... he wanted to form a deeper connection with you. He had never done this before. It may be that, in some way, he is giving what he's receiving back…"

"How can I know? He never tells me anything either... he's so dense that he might not even know what he's feeling, if he is. I just know that I've been trying to hide it, because... there's no point in me saying anything... I...," She sobs again. "I don't have any right to. He's already arrived at my place after being at some other girls,' so I have no idea what he thinks. At the Christmas party I almost said something to him, when the guys were coming back from that snowball fight... and besides, I don't go looking for another fuck-buddy as long as I have a current one, since...," she trembles, hugging herself tightly. "Since those incidents…," and she cowers next to Tomori.

She was one of the only friends who had the privilege of seeing her like this, so vulnerable, and Tomori knew it. Akane needed someone to vent to.

"What?!," Tomori exclaims, suddenly furious. "He did that?! I can't believe it! Rihito, you idiot...!," She growls, opening and closing her fists. "Fuck, I give my thrust to that good-for-nothing pervert, and he goes and hurts my friend like that! I swear I'll... ugh...," She tries to calm down when she sees her friend's condition, her vulnerability, the reminiscences that were bringing her down and making her tremble, seeming small and defenseless... she hugs her tighter too, caressing her back. "I know, Kane, I know... they've hurt you a lot, several times... and as I've told you a bunch of times, you didn't deserve none of it. None, do you hear me?"

"He didn't hurt me, we aren't exclusive or anything... it's just, like... I don't know if he feels the same," She sighs once more. "I'm the type that, if it weren't for these traumas I have, I'd hire a gigolo too. I just think I'm falling for him and I don't want to, I know how that shit goes and I don't wanna go through that again... being deceived, being abused, or even being the bitch character from soap operas who never gets the guy... I know that life is not a fucking drama, but I have this rotten picker... or it's just karma," She lies down on Tomori's lap. "I've been humiliated and broken too much, Tomoh... before I even met you I already had that fire inside me... now I have to pay Daddy Satan his due... "

Tomori wanted to say something, anything, to help her friend get out of that self-deprecating hole and try to have a modicum of hope that, with patience and the right pushes, that story could end well. Yes, Rihito was a pervert and dumber than a bag of rocks, but it shouldn't be impossible to make him fall in love with Akane, should it? She was fun, foul-mouthed, high-spirited, hot and as fiery as Rihito could be... damn, who wouldn't love her?!

She takes a deep breath, again stroking her hair. She wanted more than anything to help, but perhaps interfering would only disrupt the flow of events. Things didn't work like in soap operas, where the couple's friends made crazy plans to bring them together and, even with a few stumbles along the way, everything ended up working out in the end. Real life wasn't that simple...

"Kane... is there anything I can do to help? Even if it's just to... I don't know, plan a shopping day, just us, hanging out and forgetting about our problems for a bit..."

"I'm in, but I'm kinda booked," Akane composes herself. "I'm going to a thrift store sale. I'm looking for some nice furniture for my place. And he'll go with me...," she pouts. "I know it's fucked up, but I want to enjoy these moments before things blow up, you know... I want to enjoy them while things last. Then we can all go out, me, you and Kanami, maybe even Hiro. We can go to the movies or some other place we all like," She almost never called her friends by name, preferring nicknames, and left their names for whenever things were more serious.

"Oh, the bargain hunter strikes again," She smiles fondly, trying to give her some hope with that expression. Okay, we can go watch a movie any other day, just our friend group... and he's going with you? See? He never liked shopping, and yet he's giving in for you... I don't want to give you false hopes ior anything, but there are some signs that are hard to ignore, haha."

"I don't know... he's like that with his friends, so it's hard to tell... he might have friendzoned me, you know... I don't want to be the sucker in this situation, for fuck's sake," Her tone went from tearful to melancholy. "That dumbass doesn't know how to separate things. Damn, I know how to, but he doesn't help..."

"Okay, okay... seriously, if you're getting too uncomfortable about his anticks, maybe it's time to impose some boundaries... for the sake of your own sanity, you know?," Tomori gestures, a little uncertainly.

"But how do I set these boundaries?!," She raises her hands in frustration. "Damn, he's treating me so well... how do I do that if he didn't do anything wrong?! I should've told him to piss off after I taught him how to eat pussy like a pro and make any bitch go crazy. But it turned out that the fucker learned so quickly that I was the one wanting more! I hate this so fucking much," She holds her face with her hands. "I'm not gonna do that anymore, Tomori... I'm determined to never hurt a man's pride again! I'm gonna cancel the deal I made with the Devil and pray he never goes after me again 'cause HOLY SHIT!," She gasps in anger, going limp on the couch. "And I want him all to myself...," She whimpers. "I didn't turn him into a hot piece of ass just to be one of his flings... "

"... They learn very quickly, don't they?," Tomori opens a smile that was between playful and embarrassed. "Naoh was also a little clumsy at first, but I just had to give him a few nudges in the right direction and he now blows my mind every fucking time... I'm kinda surprised to know that Rihito is also one of these guys," She makes a face at her screams, and then makes a sympathetic pout with her lips with the last sentence. "Oh, girl... believe me, if there's anything I can do, I'll go outta my way to help you make that dumbass fall head over heels for you. I swear on my life," She makes an X shape on her chest with her index finger. "Until then, this remains our secret, I promise."

"These bastards know what they're doing with their bodies," She agrees. "They're trained to learn moves and strikes to take down people bigger than them, so they can definitely learn a little tongue trick quickly," She groaned. "And you don't need to worry about helping me, girl... not that I wouldn't be down for it, but don't waste your time... my hopes are zero to two out of ten... ok, three out of ten, but that's it. It has to come from him... if he wants me for more than just my KamaSutra moves, then I'm here...," She sighs once more. "Hell, I even think the dumb way he looks at me is cute. I'm such a sucker, my God," The last sentence came out like a snarl. "I won't go grab booze only because you spent yesterday drinking with your pet gorilla."

"Not that much, just enough for me to have the courage to have sex on the couch beside an open balcony, hahaha... but...," Tomori then sighs, hugging Akane again and stroking her shoulders. "We're both suckers. I only wanted a chance to be able to say that I slept with one of my idols... and I ended up falling in love. These things happen when we least expect it, when we plan the most so as not to be deceived... the trick is to go with the flow. It worked for me and I want to believe it can work for you too! Until then... how about we go buy some chocolate bars, ice cream and some beers while we talk shit about men in general? Just like when we were in high school..."

"Fuck, I'm in," She grabs her phone. "But who said we need to go somewhere? Delivery, baby...," She looks at her friend while opening the app. "Girl, I swear, falling in love is too easy. That's why it's so bad. You need at least six months of intensive therapy to get over something like that, it's like a fucking adiction..."

"Yeah, girl, it’s really easy…," Tomori agrees with a sigh. Sje then smiles, bending down to kiss her cheek. "But it doesn't have to be bad."

And the two finally decide to call the nearest snack bar, because after a conversation like that, chocolate, ice cream and beer were all two women needed.

…

After a peaceful week at the salon and away from the emotional problems her human golden retriever caused, she managed to regain her composure a little more to at least act as if nothing had happened, smiling again. She was even satisfied with the ‘catches’ of products that year. There was a lot of cool stuff to buy, and all for a few pennies. Her eyes lit up when they fell on the sign for her favorite store.

"Oh, this one! It specializes in stuff for the home, I'm going to see if they have what I want here...," she said, as she entered the establishment.

The thrift store was one of many in that region, and, as it was a New Year's sale, the streets were full. The store too, so much so that Akane and Rihito had to squeeze through to be able to walk.

"Who would have thought you would be the gifted housewife type?," He jokes, but his tone was also tender. He had never been the biggest fan of shopping; bad memories involving long tiring walks, without breaks for water or food, in the company of an uninterested mother. But here, with Akane, he couldn't deny that he was having fun. He wondered if there was any activity done alongside her that wasn't fun in some way. He was even excited to bring his own money in case he found some trinket that caught his eye. Akane was now seeing firsthand how he was the perfect victim for loud-mouthed salespeople, who would sweep him up in their big talk and convince him to buy the most useless things imaginable, like a table trinket that consisted of a bird made of glass and plastic that could bent down to ‘drink water’ from a cup and a pen with - that was what the vendor said - invisible ink.

But he was still having lots of fun, and without her knowledge, he was also checking out other stores where he could buy some cool stuff for her too. This was the perfect opportunity to pay her back for the sweatpants...

"Oh, look," Akane points to the clothes, where a section of skirts was on display. "I love this piece, lemme see if it has a good print..."

"I liked it too. Your legs would look nice in it," He smiles mischievously. "Do I come in with you or wait for you outside? I was a bit traumatized and now I'm scared of invading another female temple and risking losing my balls..."

"You can come with me if you want," She looks at him while laughing. "This isn’t a temple, so don’t worry. I’ll see if there are some curtains on sale too, the blackout ones, and maybe an ottoman like the one in Butch’s house, but in my style, to keep my couch company. If it’s turquoise blue, even better…"

"A blue ottoman to go with that pink beast? Tokyo won't survive after they turn a hundred years old each, hahaha! Should I buy something else to keep this thing company too?," He asks himself, looking happily at the table trinket inside the bag he was carrying. "You told me that my place needed more colors or something…"

"Yeah, but only after you tidied everything up, when you had some time. This thing that drinks water is kinda cute, but I think you should get something you like, something that shows your personality. I'm biased, but imagine a fake leopard skin on top of your couch. That alone would give your living room a stylish vibe, and it would also be comfortable...," She smiles mischievously. "If you know what I mean."

He smiles in the same way, a discreet hand going to playfully pinch her hip. "That's a great suggestion, but I'd probably only leave it exposed when you were there. The guys would make a big deal out of it... But fuck them, the important thing is that it would look cool and I would have something really soft to lay you down on when you get tired of my futon..."

"Oh, but if you didn't make a fuss about my pink monster after sitting on it, I'm sure they'll do the same with the leopard skin," She laughs softly. "Or not. Maybe they'll get all fussy over us banging on top of it. And you're also known for only washing your clothes on the last day of the month," She laughs some more while choosing a skirt. "Oh, I like this one. It's my size!," She smiles. "One trip to the laundry and it'll be as good as new."

"Leave me alone, laundry is getting expensive! And my neighbors refuse to help me, they call me a pervert thinking I'm hitting on them…," He snorts boredly. And then he looks at the piece of clothing she showed him. "Looks nice! It'll go well with that blouse of yours that looks like a fishing net..."

It was kind of impressive that he remembered enough of her wardrobe to be able to make combinations in his head. A pervert very attentive to details... or a very attentive friend too. Anyway, it was interesting that he only saw those clothes once or twice and had their appearance engraved in his memory. Akane smiled when he mentioned it.

"Exactly, and it'll also go well with other thing. It has a very sober print, so I can exaggerate with other details," She takes the skirt and puts it in a basket that she had grabbed at the entrance. "Now... you like sweatshirts, right? How about we go looking for one?"

She guided him through a bunch of clothes racks, and she looked at him when she held a piece, and when she liked something, she would make a pout, then test it by putting it in front of him. If she didn't like it, said pout turned twisted in a funny way, and then she would bite her lip and shake her head afterwards. This happened in several sections, both for her and for him, and they even went through one for footwear. She chose a pair of black platform wedge boots, but then she said that a paint spray would give it a completely different look.

While going through the store, Rihito noticed why she had an amateur tailoring studio at home. She was never or almost never satisfied with what she found, either being 'too basic' for her tastes or having some tiny detail that she didn't approve of. But it only happened with her, however. According to her, everyone but her was easy to dress.

"I have to find something that can accommodate my tits but also that doesn't leave 'em bouncing around. It has to be the right size, just enough for them to shake only when I want to. May Daddy Satan forgive me, but there are times when I really don't want people gawking at them, especially when it's a serious matter...," She looks at him. "Especially you, even though you have carte blanche... oh! A blazer!," She ran to a particular clothes rack, one with pieces particularly too sober for her, but it caught her attention anyway. "Looks promising, especially for work or for some formal occasion... I need one, because otherwise any tight dress becomes material for porn, for exactly these two reasons," She shakes her breasts just for a moment, to illustrate her point.

He stares, eyes widening, and then looks away, looking to the side.

"Damn it, woman, don’t shake your maracas in public when I’m around! That way they'll think I'm a pervert...," And then he snorts. "I mean, I am, but I'd rather only you know that around here... and the blazer will look great on you," He gives her cleavage one last discreet look before composing himself. She smiles. Despite everything, he was still a lot of fun to play with.

"Thanks for proving my point," She looks to see if there was a blazer her size. "Hmmm... there's only this white one and this gray one in my size...," She pouts. "Hmm... welp, nothing that I can't dye later," She throws it in the basket. "I'll need it in the future. Oh, how about we look for fabrics later? If you're up to it, I mean… "

Suddenly they hear a commotion further down the store; it was the sound of lots of people gathering in one place. Then she widens her eyes, suddenly seeming interested in something.

"Oh! Hold the basket, Rihito, I think I found something great!," She runs down the corridor, pointing. "Look, do you see that dark red thing in one of the shelfs down the corridor? That rug? Wouldn't it look great in my living room?"

The thing was just a big, plushy rug, certainly made of some kind of velvet. It was as red as blood, but with a kind of pinkish glow; the kind of rug so comfortable he could imagine himself on top of, like a futon.

"Damn, looks like a rug you would find in a fancy brothel! It would look great in front of your couch…," Rihito comments with an impressed laugh. He couldn't imagine a more eye-catching rug, worthy of being part of the scenery for some amateur porn. It was perfect for Akane's apartment!

"Oh, shit," she was almost run over by someone running for the aisle they were heading to. "Dammit! If I had seen it before! Those are on sale for just five hundred yen! I need to find a way to get closer..."

"Five hundred yen? It's practically for free! Come on then, I'm big enough to try to make my way through these vultures."

"Exactly!," She smiles. "That's the fun thing about thrift stores! You never know what you'll find!," And she goes after him; since he was so big, he could make his way through easily.

However... there were more people in the mix too, enough for Rihito to wonder if some of his fellow fighters hadn't decided to venture into that sea of low prices too. Apparently the announcement about the low-price rugs had spread around the store like wildfire, and there were people in droves almost running to the place where they were being sold. And they were also extremely rude, considering the way they pushed everyone close enough out of the way.

"Holy crap…! Watch where you're going, you Zatoichi wannabe!," Rihito barks while holding Akane in his arms, preventing her from falling after almost being run over by a burly man who was running at the speed of a car skidding on a track full of ice. "All this because of a fucking rug? Crazy bargain hunters… are you okay, Akane?"

"Y-Yeah...," she seemed a little scared, however. "This is pretty normal during a sale… oh shit! The rug! There's only one left, someone will get it!," she points at a fat lady eyeing the shelfs.

"Damn… Jeez!," Rihito's eyes widen when the crowd starts to get aggressive, the potential buyers shouting at each other.

"I saw it first, granny, get lost!"

"Didn’t your parents teach you to respect your elders, you idiot? Move!"

"You’re already extending your stay in this world, auntie, go do that in the lottery queue or something!"

Soon the shouting became so loud that it was almost impossible to distinguish even the insults they were throwing at each other. The rug sat there, all rolled up, seeming momentarily forgotten. But the crowd had surrounded the shelfs, so much so that it seemed impossible to cross that sea of bodies without being knocked down and trampled in the process.

"Shit, if I had seen it earlier!," Akane stamps her foot, crossing her arms. "There's no way I'll get that rug with all these people around," She sighs, looking upset. "It would've looked great in my living room... we could've laid on top of it while watching a movie or something... now it's no use...," She turns around, a little defeated. "C'mon, Rihito, we still can- hey, where are you going?"

Rihito had straightened his shoulders and walked to where the crowd was, his expression intense, almost angry, as if he were preparing to throw himself into a cage full of lions. He turns to Akane, his green eyes ablaze.

"That porn-ish rug costs five hundred yen, right?"

"I- Yeah…," She blinks. Wait, was he going to…? "Rihito, don't-"

Too late, he had already gone to the war zone. She opened her eyes wide, holding the basket with the things she had chosen, as well as his, while Rihito waded into that sea of bodies.

"GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY WAY!," He roars, making people within a ten meter radius jump in fright and run to get out of the way of the huge, burly man, who was advancing through the crowd like a bull ready to run over whoever was in his path. "I'm passing through, move out! Beat it! What- are you pushing me, asshole?! Piss off!," And he uses his hips to push away a man almost as big as him, but who didn't have half his enormous strength, and the poor guy is thrown to the side while yelping, falling on top of four other men.

"Who is this crazy bastard?!"

"Don’t push me, you pervert!"

"He’s trying to get the rug!"

And Akane watched in shock as a small group came together to practically attack Rihito, which didn't seem to stop him.

He hears her scream something, sounding alarmed, but he can't make out any words amid the ruckus. Four men tried to grab him by the fabric of his shirt, by his armpits, even by his legs, trying to stop his progress, but he refused to back down, even dragging two poor bastards with him. He even feels a punch in his back and a kick in his shin, but he only responds with body throws to ward off those responsible, his eyes fixed on the tacky, shaggy rug that Akane, his friend, his cockatoo, wanted so much.

Seeing her with that defeated expression when she thought she couldn't get her rug had caused a burst of mixed feelings in his chest. Sadness for her, a brief panic at her expression as if she was about to cry and an incandescent anger directed at those responsible.

He couldn't care less if he was going to get kicked out of the store for inciting violence or something! If getting that rug was what would make Akane happy, then she would get the fucking rug!

"Rihito! Watch out!," Akane tried to warn him, but she couldn't prevent him from being hit by an old lady's purse right in the face; shit, that must've hurt. But he managed to reach the shelfs and grab the rug!

The four men who banded together to stop Rihito tried to attack him, but he ended up using the rolled-up rug as an assault weapon, knocking one of the men with one blow, as if it was a pillar made of soft fabric.

"Back the fuck off, dickhead! Ugh, my eye…! You're lucky to be a woman and almost a century old, you old hag! So! Who else wants to have a taste of my buddy here?!," He asks in a growl at the people advancing towards him, and with his teeth bared and one eye closing and swelling quickly from the blow he took, he looked ten times more threatening.

One or two men accepted the challenge, and were duly knocked off. Fortunately, the rolled-up rug wasn't hard enough to cause any real damage, but anything in that man's hands could turn into a weapon. The other buyers seemed to have realized this, because he faced no other challengers when he slammed his hand down on the counter, in front of the astonished cashier, leaving the sum of five hundred yen there.

"Here! Sorry for all that ruckus...," he says, and the cashier registers his purchase quickly; he didn't want to delay the transaction any longer, that man looked like he could beat someone just for looking funny at him... this impression only increased when the man lifted the rug above his head, as if displaying a trophy, letting out a triumphant roar that echoed throughout the store, even making some pigeons scratching outside take flight in fright.

"Hah! Take that! I fucking did it!"

A sepulchral silence takes over the place, and it gradually penetrates Rihito's head, the adrenaline levels lowering leaving him with a clearer mind. And he becomes aware of all the perplexed, frightened and angry looks fixed on him. And then he feels his sore face get very hot. The only action he can take is to put the rug under his arm and run to where Akane was waiting for him.

Akane looks first at the rug and then at him as he hands it to her. She was astonished by what he had done. She looks into his eyes and then widens her own.

"Oh my God, your eye!," She holds his face. "Rihito, there was no need...," she was smiling, albeit concerned, analyzing the damage. When he was about to complain about something, her lips found his quickly, and she said, "Thank you... but we have to do something about that eye, otherwise they'll think I was the one who hit you, ahahaha. I'll be right back, okay?," She takes her basket and goes to pay for the things she had chosen.

"Uh…," And as expected, the touch of her lips erased any trace of anger he might have been feeling. He touches his lips with his fingertips, his eyes shining… well, one of them, at least. He yelps when an aggressive stab of pain goes through the right one, immediately placing a hand on it to try and ease it.

"Holy shit, did that old hag have a brick in that purse or what?!," He grunts, trying to blink and hissing through gritted teeth when his injured eye protests. That would definitely turn into a bruise, and it would be a bit humiliating to explain the cause…

Well, Akane was happy. It was worth it in the end.

And she came back carrying two bags, one of them containing the rug as not to get it dirty. She makes him hold the rug and holds his hand. "Come, Butch's bakery isn't far, I'll be able to take care of you there. Those crazy old hags... I've been beaten like that by one, it's no joke. It's like one of those medieval maces, holy fuck..."

"I... well, it’s not the first time someone hit me with a purse, but it’s the first time the go for my eye… but holy shit, did you see that?!," He suddenly shouts, looking astonished and, at the same time, very excited. "I felt like I was in one of those cages made for shark tourism! I've participated in group fights, but this was on another level, hahaha!"

"What, you think women can't fight?," she jokes, as she pulls him out of the store, heading towards the Heavy Bakery. "That's to be expected in a store during sale season, it's Hell on Earth...," She looks at him. "I'm worried about you, but I'm also happy that you came here with me, Ichiro…"

My God, that look... the blue eyes looking at him, with such great happiness, and all because of what he did... an intense joy took over him.

And for a second, there's so much joy and pride that he forgets the pain in his eye and in the areas where the rival buyers had hit him. He would gladly throw himself into something like that again so he could see that smile one more time. He had already thrown himself into much more dangerous situations, after all.

"Heh. You're welcome," He scratches the back of his head, smiling that stupid smile that she found adorable. "You wanted that rug, didn't you? So…"

"Yeah, I wanted it... you didn't need to go so far to get it, but I appreciate it anyway," She then sees the bakery's sign. "There. Let's go."

And then they opened the glass doors, walking in. Kanami soon exclaims the usual and professional greeting, but her eyes widen when she sees Rihito's face.

"Oh my God! What happened?!," She goes through the opening on the counter and rushes towards them. "Fuck, what have you gotten yourself into this time, Rihito?! Oh, and hi, Akane…"

"Hey, Butch," Akane smiles, a little embarrassed. "Can you get us an ice pack? He got hurt because of me."

"Yeah, I can see that! Go sit by the window, I'll bring it right away," She looks at Rihito a little strangely and then returns to the counter. "Tomori! Get me some ice!"

"Ice? What happened- oh my goodness, Rihito!," Tomori almost drops a plate of fresh-from-the-oven cookies when she sees the reason for the commotion: Akane, dragging Rihito by the hand, his right eye very swollen, almost completely closed. "What happened?!"

Rihito, on the other hand, didn't seem shaken by whatever had happened to him. He smiles a lot, raising two fingers of his hand in a V for Victory and declaring for the entire bakery to hear:

"I won the Thrift Store Wars, guys!"

"... Maybe it's better to get painkillers to go with the ice pack, Kanny. I think the pain is making him delirious," Tomori declares, worried, before running back to the kitchens.

"I'll take care of it," Hiro said. "I needed a little getaway," and he goes outside.

Ohma, who was in one of the seats by the window, finally looked at the commotion and raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, did you have a match I didn't hear of?," He stands up. "Against whom? Did you win?"

"He did, Tokita," Akane says, embarrassed. "I was there.

"Were you…?," he looks at Rihito disapprovingly. "Did you seriously take her to see a match…?"

"It wasn’t that kind of match!," Rihito explains quickly, sitting down in a chair, still holding Akane's hand. "I accompanied Akane to a thrift store to do some shopping and... holy shit, Tokita!," He leans towards Ohma suddenly, his voice becoming excited again. "You should've seen it! Do you remember the group fighting we took part in five years ago! The group fight I took part in just now could give it a run for its money! A true free-for-all, it felt like an American Black Friday!"

Ohma understood what he meant, but his face seemed more confused. "Burakufuruaidei?," He tries to repeat the word in English. "And there's fights inside those thrift stores?"

"Not exactly, but it is a very fierce dispute over a product," Akane was blushing. She accepted the pack of ice that Kanami was gibing to her. "He got into a fight with other buyers..."

"And you brought a corpse as proof?," Kanami points to the thick and long package next to them. Ohma's eyes widened.

"Oh, shit," He exclaims, genuinely surprised. "I didn’t know it could go this far…"

"No!," Akane widens her eyes too. "Nobody died! It's just a rug! A beautiful and fluffy rug that he got for me with tons of effort."

"Exactly! Behold!," Rihito takes the rug out of the bag and places it on the table with a thud that makes it shake and the nearest customers jump in fright. "Pretty neat, huh! It will look great in her living room!"

"Oh, wow," Kanami looks at the rug, unwrapping it lightly. "It really suits you, Akane… how much did it cost?"

"Five hundred yen! Look how cute it is!," Akane says while pressing the ice pack against Rihito's face. "But the bad thing was that he didn't come out of it unscathed... he took a sledgehammer-like blow to the face from a lady's purse..."

Kanami sucks the air through her teeth. "Uuugh, those are the worst."

"Ow, ow, ow!," Rihito shudders, grinding his teeth and squeaking through them. "That hurts, slow down! But yeah, the old hag looked like she had all the building materials a store could ofer inside that fucking purse.

"My god, you two...," Tomori puts a hand over her mouth, contemplating the spoils of that adventure on the table. "But yeah... the rug is really cute! And it feels soft."

"I know, right!," Akane smiles. "He managed to grab it in the middle of all the commotion!"

"So old women carry sledgehammers to these places? Is this allowed?," Ohma was increasingly confused, but seemed excited. "Let's go to one of these stores sometime, Kana."

"What? Hell no, Ohma!"

Ohma pouted. "But it sounds like a fun date…"

"And what the hell do you want to buy there?"

Ohma thinks for a while, and Kanami raises an eyebrow when he says, "A sweater!," He smiles. "One like the one Rihito tore to shreds…"

Kanami sighs. "I really don't know what to do with you sometimes, you know? I can get another one online, it's much safer."

"But what about the fights? It wouldn't be fun without the fight," he laughs when she gives him a dirty look, and shakes his head. "Right, Ichiro?"

"It's Rihito, bro, goddammit! And yes, the fights make all the difference! It was really fun, but seriously, Tokita, there wasn't much in terms of exercise. There were only weaklings there, a couple of them clung to my legs and I managed to drag them with me without even breaking a sweat," Rihito picks up the ice pack that Akane was pressing against his face, taking it upon himself to keep it there. "The old witch with the purse was the only one who caught me off guard... but you should've seen their faces when I lifted the rug above my head! They were so jealous of me, hahaha! The rug belonged to Cockatoo, man, and no one would steal it."

Tomori can't hold back a laugh, shaking her head and casting a discreet sideways glance at Akane, her smile full of innuendos that only she could understand. Akane pouts, blushing a little, as she retreats to a chair next to Rihito.

"But seriously, Rihito, thanks," she takes advantage of the fact that she was already blushing. "But you still don't have to fight like that for me."

"It's inevitable," Ohma shrugs. "It's our instinct. I would do the same."

"Which is completely unthinkable and stupid of you," Kanami snorts, but still looks at Ohma with a flushed face; "But yes, it's cute. But please don't risk yourself like that for me. Only if we have no other choice, okay?"

Ohma shrugs.

"I'm here!," Hiro comes back, sweating a little. "The stores are all crowded, it even looks like Papa Satan is signing autographs!," he shows them a pack of painkillers. "There you go, Kanny."

"Oh, thanks, Hiro," She takes the pack from him and Tomori efficiently hands her a glass of water. "Drink it, Rihito, 'cause this is gonna hurt a lot later."

"Thanks, guys. And...," He raises his good eye to Akane, suddenly hesitant. "I... I thought you wanted this rug. You looked all bummed when you thought that other person was going to buy it, I saw..."

"Yes, but it’s like hunting. Some days you're lucky, some days you aren't…"

"Wrong," Ohma intervenes. "Everyday is a hunter's lucky day if they're strong enough. Congratulations, Rihito, you got your prey," he raises his hand for a high-five.

Rihito accepts and claps his hand with a very proud smile. Tomori shakes her head and turns to her friend, saying, "Leave it alone, Kane, that's how their minds work. Just accept it. And it was really cute of him, c'mon! Except for the eye part…"

"Well, at least things ended well... I now have a very fluffy red rug to spread out on the cold floor of my living room," she hugs the rolled up rug.

Ohma smiles, looking satisfied as if he had catched a "prey" himself, and he looks at Kanami. She sighs. "It's not like a street fight, Ohmaaaa..."

"But it’s still a hunt…"

"If you want to go, you'll go on your own. I'll watch from afar…," she pauses when he continues staring at her. "But if things go south, I'll save you, okay?"

"I expect nothing less from you," he turns to go back to the counter, following the baker.

"Well, guess Rihito won't be the only one getting famous in that thrift store," Tomori comments with an amused half-smile, to which Rihito makes a face.

"Shit, you're right. I might never be able to set foot there again. Sorry, Akane..."

"No, it's actually pretty normal there, Tomoh," Akane sighs. "As you know, an old lady hit him with her purse, and two other idiots practically pulled him by the legs. I think you're scratched somewhere... I usually don't get into these fights, but I've been in a few... fights between women happen all the time in these places, it's a pain in the ass."

"I know, right! It's an all-out brawl full of hair pulling and purse clashing!," Tomori laughs to herself. "But I don't really believe that the people in those stores have ever dealt with a rival buyer who could take down ten of them at once."

Rihito smiles again, scratching the back of his head with a free hand. "And I went easy on them, on top of that! Hehehe..."

"Are you sure about that? Didn't you hit people with a rolled-up rug?!"

"Did you really do that? Damn, Rihito, do you want to get arrested for the sixth time or something?"

"It was reflex!," He defends himself, a little indignant. "They tried to steal the rug from me! The fuckers didn't have the slightest honor, they were the sorest of losers!"

"There is no honor in thrift stores. The Law of the Jungle prevails there. Never forget that," Tomori crosses her arms and nods solemnly. Rihito just shakes his head.

"Whatever, I got the damn rug and that’s what matters. I wanna see how it'll look in your living room!," He smiles excitedly at Akane, and her face gets beet red.

"Y-Yeah, me too." Tomori already knew her friend and what she was feeling at that moment. The gyaru laughs, putting her 'mask' back on. "And then we'll lie on top of it and chill for the rest of the afternoon, which is what we fucking deserve!"

"Hell yeah, now we're talking!," He exchanges a high-five with her, and then puts an arm over her shoulder, bringing her in for a quick hug. "I'm almost asking us to take a photo so I can send it to the guys!"

"With a black eye and everything?," Tomori raises an eyebrow.

"These are combat spoils, there’s no shame in that! Especially if they came from a victory!"

"I'll die of shame if someone sees me in a pic like that…," Akane grunts, squeezing his ribs. "But I can take a pic of you, how about that?"

"Ow! Damn, woman, I'm sore there too, I took a few punches and kicks!," He whimpers, shivering. "But fine, I'll take a pic alone. Oh, and with the rug!"

And Tomori laughs, putting a hand over her mouth, as he rests the still rolled-up rug on his shoulder and hands his phone to Akane, once again forming a V with two fingers and smiling with the same smug joy as that first photo of him that Tomori had sent her, from when he caught that huge fish.

"My God, he's acting like he won an MMA championship belt or something."

"Leave him alone," Akane sighs, taking the pic. "I'm happy, anyway."

Next chapter here

#kengan ashura #kengan omega #kenganverse #heavybakery #red velvet #fanfiction #kengan oc #lihito #rihito #ohma tokita

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russett-pots · 3 years ago

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Intro + Mobile Masterlist

Hi! Welcome to my blog. Call me Nomad. If you are under 18, please leave. I’m haven’t done a lot of creative writing before so idk how long I’ll be doing this. But, I’m inspired by the previous writers especially @iznsfw @fillinforlater @writerpeach @worldsover and @scherzonatic.

One of the biggest minju stans.

I take in requests.

I also have a Ko-fi (requests are still free tho): Ko-fi link

I will write about groups I follow:

1. IZ*ONE

2. TWICE

3. Fromis_9

4. LIGHTSUM

5...... idk i wrote others

and maybe more.....

Mobile Masterlist

IZ*ONE

Kwon Eunbi

-On the Edge (Fluff)

-Eunbi's Dinner

Miyawaki Sakura

-The Storm Before the Calm

-Fan Service

-Am I Dreaming?

Kang Hyewon

-Contingent Fee

-The Morning After (quickie)

-Real Life Sex Education

Choi Yena

-Dooring

-Be Quiet

Kim Chaewon

-First Day

-A Familiar Face

-Teasing the Tutor

-Another Type of Stress

-To the Moon but Not Back (Fluff/Angst)

Kim Minju

-Troubled Child (non-smut)

-Best Class (Fluff)

-Looking backwards and forward (Fluff) (quickies)

- Trouble Trouble Trouble

- Cum (Part 1 fluff, Part 2 smut)

-The zombie and the princess

- The old fashion way

-Project Making

-Worst Anniversary (quickie)

-Thoughtful Adoration (Fluff ver. | Smut ver.)

-Special Try-outs

-Teasing Thighju

-Birthday Pits

-To the Moon but Not Back (Fluff/Angst)

-Real Life Sex Education

-Sunbae the tutor

-Prom Date (Snippet) (Fluff)

-Frat Boy

Honda Hitomi

-Up in the Air

-Legendary Abs

Jo Yuri

-From Ice Cold to Warm in the Inside

Jang Wonyoung

-A Lunch in Paris (Snippet) (Fluff)

Series:

Forgive me Minju (bunch of drabbles during Chaewon teaser):

Part 1: Prove it

Part 2: I can't do this anymore

Part 3: 18 years later

Girls Club

Part 1: First Day-Kim Chaewon

Part 1.5: Teasing the Tutor-Kim Chaewon

Part 2: Eunbi's Dinner-Kwon Eunbi

Part 3: Project Making-Kim Minju

Part 4: The Storm Before the Calm-Miyawaki Sakura

Part5: Be Quiet-Choi Yena

Trilogy (Snippets) (Fluffs)

Part 1: Prom Date

Part 2: College Bar

Part 3: A Lunch in Paris

Twice

Myoui Mina

-Last Day

Kim Dahyun

-A Spa Treatment

Fromis_9

Baek Jiehon

-That Small Moment

-College Bar (Snippet) (Fluff)

-Time for Quatro? (Snippet) (Fluff)

-The New Girl

Ive

Kim Gaeul

-Jealousy in its Lowest Degree (Snippet) (Fluff)

Lesserafim

Nakamura Kazuha

-Feel the Thrill

Red Velvet

Irene

-A North Korean Slave

Lightsum

Kim Nayoung

-Always with Family: Now with Three

Nagai Hina

-Always with Family: A Tale of Being Alone Together

-Always with Family: Now with Three

Lee Juhyeon

-Not a Gym Rat

Kep1er

Choi Yujin

-A Start to the Show

-Dancing-Noona (Snippet) (Fluff)

Shen Xiaoting

-A Start to the Show

Huening Bahiyyih

- D-day (fluff)

Woo!ah!

Park Jinkyung (Wooyeon)

-Ultimate Meet and Greet

Soloist

Kriesha Tiu

- Trouble Trouble Trouble

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rainbowssi · 3 years ago

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fany’s day

girls generation 9th member au

hannah celebrates tiffany’s birthday with her girls and makes a special appereance on sooyoung’s vlog

masterlist 💎 requests are open feedback is always important to me!

Hannah loved birthday parties. Rather than celebrating her birthday, she loved celebrating other people's birthdays, especially her members.

There was never a single year of their lives, since their debut, that the girls didn't save their birthday days to spend together. They were always, always there for each other. And, even though it took Hannah a long trip from New York to Korea, she made it to Tiffany's birthday.

Now, trying to balance the wine bottle and her box gift with her hand while ringing the doorbell, all she wanted was to eat and see her girls. After a few seconds, Tiffany opened the door, popping her head out to double-check who it was.

"Hi, bestie." Hannah said, tilting her head and smiling. "Happy birthday!"

Tiffany's shocked face made Hannah laugh out loud.

"Oh, my God!" Tiffany gasped, hugging Hannah tightly. "You made it in time. I can't believe it!"

"Of course I did, unnie." Hannah mumbled against Tiffany's hair, patting her back as much as the wine bottle would allow her to.

"Come in!" Tiffany said, pulling Hannah inside by her wrist. "The girls are already here."

Getting inside her apartment, Hannah just took off her slippers and placed them next to the door, still being dragged by Tiffany into the house.

"Everyone," she announced, getting in the living room. "look who's here!"

"Why are you making it look like my arrival is an event?" Hannah questioned, making the girls laugh. "I saw you all not even three months ago."

"We missed you too, Sarang-ie." Taeyeon ironically said, hugging Hannah and kissing her cheek.

"Hannah is here. I'm going home." Sooyoung said, pretending to leave, but she actually hugged Hannah.

After almost fifteen minutes of greeting the girls with a lot of hugs and jokes, Hannah finally sat on the couch, still with the wine and the gift in her hands.

"Ya, Sarang-ya!" Hyoyeon screamed, making the girl flinch. "What kind of American beverages did you bring this time?"

"Vodka." Hannah answered her with a mischievous smile, making the girls laugh. "But, calm down, guys. I've just arrived." she turned to Tiffany and handed her the gift. "This is yours. Happy thirty, unnie. Love you."

"Awn," Tiffany whined, hugging Hannah again and holding the box. "thank you, baby."

"Now," Hannah said, opening her bag and turning to her other members as she took some velvet boxes out and placed them on the table. "I bought you each a gift too. For our debut anniversary!"

The other seven girls inhaled together, touched by Hannah's sweet act of affection. Hannah handed each member a box with their names - even Tiffany, who had just got a pink wine glass set, with her name written in all of the glasses.

"I absolutely love how Hannah always forgets that is also her birthday, and we should be the one gifting her." Taeyeon said, giggling.

"She doesn't forget. She does it purposely." Sunny said, looking at Hannah, that was holding back a laugh. "Look at her face!"

"She's smart!" Yoona said, laughing.

Hannah sighed, playfully smiling. She passed her arm over Yuri's shoulders and brought her closer, leaning her head against Yuri's.

"Let's open the gifts, guys!" Hannah said, trying to change the subject.

"Oh my God!" Seohyun said, shocked. "She's not even denying it."

Their attention went back to opening their gift.

It was a simple necklace with their logo, nothing too much, but just enough to show them how grateful Hannah was for having them. Last year, she paid for their dinner after taking them to a spa.

As Hannah didn't know if she was staying in Korea for more than two days, she decided to give it to them already.

"That's so cute, Han." Tiffany said, looking up with her eyes tearing up.

"Is she going to cry?" Sunny asked, surprised.

"No, she's not! I'm here to get drunk, woman, not to cry." Hyoyeon said, cleaning Sunny's tears.

The girls busted out, laughing. They all gathered around Tiffany, rubbing her back and saying positive words for each other.

"I love you guys." Seohyun said.

Even with all those hugs, Hyoyeon tilted her head to the side, whispering to Hannah.

"I think it's time for you to open that vodka."

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1plus1kiyoomi · 4 years ago

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Chapter 16: 6PM Walks

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“What did you call me a while ago?” Kiyoomi asks Kia, not listening to what you’re saying.

“Kiyoomi, this isn’t our issue right now.”

“No, it is. She has to call me that again.”

“She won’t.”

“She will. She did it a while ago.”

“Kia’s probably playing with you,” you mumble to yourself, but you leave the two of them to continue making breakfast before the whole fiasco. You figure that Sakusa is too excited being called papa that he won’t listen to anything you will say at the moment.

“Kia say it again. What you called me a while ago,” Kiyoomi asks Kia. They are on the couch in the living room, Kia’s eyes stuck on the television screen. She ignores Kiyoomi. He takes the remote and turns the TV off. The little girl looks at him in disapproval. “Say it again and I will turn the TV on.”

“What?” Kia asks, obviously not hearing Kiyoomi’s pleads a while back.

“What did you call me a while ago?” Kiyoomi pushes, his eyes piercing through hers, begging.

“Kyo,” Kia deadpans.

Kiyoomi pouts, turning the TV back on. He leaves Kia on the couch, then goes to you at kitchen. You don’t notice him so he just leans his back on the counter, admiring you from behind. You looked so cute with his shirt and boxers on, the apron you’re wearing is the cherry on top. He’s trying his best not to jump on you especially that Kia is just there.

You, on the other hand, are slicing the apples, Saki in your mind. “That fucking bitch,” you mutter, slicing rougher than needed. “She better not show up here again.”

“Have mercy on the apples,” Kiyoomi chuckles. He wraps his arms around your waist, his chin on top of your head. You continue to slice, Kiyoomi carefully watching your hands. “Where’s the ring I gave you?”

“It’s in my bag. I took it off when we were in Universals since it was slipping off my finger. I was scared I’d lose it,” you reply. His hug feels comforting so you slow down in slicing. “Have you given up on Kia calling you papa?”

“No,” he huffs, his chin now on your shoulder. You giggle at his determination. “You’re probably shocked about what happened.”

“Didn’t know your fuck buddy was psycho,” you respond. He starts leaving small kisses on your exposed neck, so you put the knife down and turn to him. “Kiyoomi, why are you so touchy today?”

“What do you mean? I was also touchy yesterday,” he corrects you. His hands intertwine with yours as he brings it close to his. He gives all your fingers soft kisses, completely calming you down. “You seem so stressed. You should get a massage or something.”

“That sounds nice.” You smile at the thought of simply relaxing. Ever since you had given birth to Kia, time for yourself was impossible.

“Then take a day off from being a mom today,” Kiyoomi mumbles, planting a kiss on your forehead. You look up to him in confusion. “I’ll drop you off at the mall. I actually booked you an appointment at a salon and spa a week ago.” You stare at him in suspicion but he seems solely genuine about wanting you to relax.

“What about Kia?” You ask hesitantly.

“I’ll take good care of her,” he responds. “Get changed. I’ll continue making breakfast.”

After eating breakfast with Kiyoomi and Kia, they send you off to the mall. You are so excited to relax. “Me time” is rare as a mother. You shall cherish it without questions on how and why you got to do it.

As you left the car, Kia and Kiyoomi drive to another street in the city of Osaka. They leave the car, and go to a small cafe that doesn’t have a lot of customers. A woman waves at him and he goes to where she’s seated.

“Kyo who’s that?”

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You finish your appointments at around 5:30 PM. Kiyoomi really wanted you to relax. He had appointed a full body massage for you, a hair treatment appointment, manicure and pedicure and lunch at a 4-star sushi place; he’s spoiling you.

You see his car at the driveway outside the mall. You enter his car, then you sanitize your hands. Kia is asleep so you keep quiet. You take a look at him and he looks nervous.

“Are you okay?” You ask him and he nods. You eye him warily as he starts driving off without a word. “What did the two of you do today?”

“We went to a cafe, then met up with my nutritionist. Kia is also gave him a checkup. Apparently, Kia is taller than most of her peers. She’s 8 centimeters away from 100cm and she’s only 30 months old...” Kiyoomi states in a stressed manner.

“Are you afraid she’ll get bullied by other kids for her height?” You look at him and he seemed upset about it. “On the brighter side, with her height she can be a volleyball player like you.” You reassure him, he still looks like he’s on the edge.

“It’s the flower field Kia and I went to a while ago. Do you wanna take a walk?” He suddenly suggests, looking out the window of his car. You hum as a yes, then he parks his car somewhere near the flower field.

“Baby...” You coo at Kia, taking her seatbelt off. Her eyes slowly flutter open and she smiles when she sees you. You lift her off her chair then close the car’s door.

You look around, and notice that there aren’t a lot of people. No wonder why Kiyoomi wanted to take a walk. The place is peaceful and breathtaking. Rows of different kinds of flowers, but mostly roses and tulips. You look down to Kia and see that she is staring at the sun setting over the flower field.

You finally sense Kiyoomi beside you, but the energy he’s giving is off. You take a glance at him and he isn’t wearing his mask on. Now your suspicion has risen to the highest level. You want to ask him about it but Kia suddenly wriggles out of your hold. You run after her but stop when you see two familiar boys.

“Mu-chan! Ki-chan!” She squeals in excitement, running towards the said boys. You greet them with a wave as they are standing from a far. You watch Kia run to them before walking towards them too.

“Mama! Turn around!” Kia shouts but you don’t hear properly.

“Turn! Around!” Atsumu shouts this time, signaling you turn with his hand. You raise an eyebrow at them before turning around.

3rd Year, Itachiyama Academy

August 19

“Omi... I suddenly thought of something,” you spoke, watching the sunset. You two were at his backyard, enjoying your first anniversary in the comfort of his home. “How will you propose to me?”

“Are you really thinking about marriage just because we’ve been dating for a year now?” Sakusa squinted his eyes at you. You shrugged, leaning on his shoulder.

“I’m just curious since you hate surprises. You might tell me to get my nails done a week before so it’d look good in pictures,” you joked. He let out a chuckle in agreement.

“I might do that.” He saw the excitement in your eyes. Now, he’s curious about your dream proposal. “How do you want me to propose? Do you want a grand one or a simple one?”

“I want you to propose just like this,” you replied, eyes glued on the setting sun. “You, me, on our anniversary, with the sun setting.”

“Do I have to be on my knee? The ground might be dirty,” he rambled so you pouted.

“How is it a proposal if you don’t go on one bended knee?!”

“Then I’ll do that,” he replied, determined. There was no hesitance in his response so your heart beat faster.

“Really?” You asked, hopeful. You were now looking at him and so was he.

“Yes.”

“Sakusa Kiyoomi, why?!” You exclaim as you cover your face with your hands, tears already falling from your eyes.

The Sakusa Kiyoomi who well known as a germaphobe is on his knee in front you, with a ring in his hand. You check your phone to see the date, just to make sure. August 19. You cry even harder, not able to process what’s happening. Your heart is about to jump out of your chest. How does he remember even that?

“Will you marry me?”

Unable to answer due to too much emotions, you pull him up and kiss him deeply, hooking your arm on his neck, pulling him close to you. He wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you up the ground in excitement. He puts you back on the ground, then gives you another chaste kiss before slipping the ring in your ring finger. He gives it a kiss, before kissing you once more.

“Mama!” You hear Kia run to the two you. Kiyoomi lifts Kia with one arm, his other arm not leaving you. “Look! Kyo proposed to me too!”

“Kyo who’s that?” Kia asked as she and Kiyoomi sat in the same table with a strange woman.

“Is this your daughter?” The woman asked Sakusa. He nodded. Kia was still looking at her weirdly. “Hi, I’m Nako. I’m a jewelry maker. I make necklaces, bracelets, and rings. Do you wanna see?”

“Sorry, I’m late,” a familiar voice spoke, catching Kia’s full atention.

“Mu-chan!” Kia greeted him with a kiss. He sat down beside her, greeting Nako and his teammate with a smile and wave. Nako was Atsumu’s classmate in high school that has become a famous jeweler in Japan.

“Here’s the ring and necklace you have requested to custom made,” Nako told Kiyoomi, handing him two black velvet boxes. “Just as requested, a palladium engagement ring with a 2.4 carat round cut diamond. And in this box we have a 14k white gold ring attached to a 14k white gold chain. I also made sure that this won’t choke your daughter. But to be extra careful, take it off during her sleep or if she’s playing without you or your wife around.”

They finished their transaction and Nako left, leaving the boys with Kia in the cafe. “So we’ll wait for at the flower field near your house and Kia will run to us, then you’ll propose?” Atsumu clarified.

“Yes. That’s right,” Kiyoomi approved. “Please thank Kita-san for me.”

“I will. I will. We’ll meet you there.” Atsumu bid his good byes, leaving the father-daughter duo.

“Papa what’s the rings for?” Kia asked, staring at the shiny jewelry set in front of her.

“Baby, I’ll propose to your mama,” Kiyoomi started to explain. “I’ll give her this ring so we can get married and we’ll be together forever.” He tried to explain in simpler words so the child could understand.

“Why do you want to be with mama forever?” Kia questioned, which made Kiyoomi smile.

“Because I love your mama.”

“How about Kia? Do you love Kia?” Kia tilted her head to the side, her hopeful eyes peering at his. He cupped her cheek, planting a kiss on her forehead.

“So much. I love Kia so much,” he replied. “That’s why I’m giving you this.” Kiyoomi took the necklace out of the box, presenting it to her.

“You’re proposing to Kia?” She asked in an excited manner, her hands clasped together, pressing them close to her chest. “You wanna be together with Kia forever?”

Kia started crying in joy so Kiyoomi picked her up from her chair, giving her a tight hug. Her sobs quiet down so Kiyoomi put the necklace on her. She hugs him again, giving him a lot of kisses.

“I love papa, too.”

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Facts:

The idea and tradition of engagement rings dates back to ancient Egypt. The Egyptians believed circles were symbols of eternity.

The truth is the most popular engagement month in a year is December.

In all, about 70% of brides wear their rings on the fourth finger of their left hand; a tradition that comes from the Roman belief that the vena amoris, or vein of love, was located there.

Wedding rings were traditionally made of gold because it was considered the most pure and valuable metal, and was thought to perfectly symbolize marriage.

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so won’t you pull me closer, kiss me faster? | kento nanami x reader [18+] — ch. 8

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Kento Nanami X Reader

Tags: Beach AU, CEO Kento Nanami, Vacation, Porn with Plot, Romance, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: During the last night of your vacation, an escapade alongside the nightlife strip of the resort you’re staying in leads to a drunken encounter with a stranger, but he’s not exactly who you think he is—he’s much more than that.

Word Count: 45,003 [as of chapter 8]

Status: Ongoing

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— CHAPTER 8 —

Months fly by as if it were nothing. After Nanami’s week-long visit in which you spent most of the time with each other, the two of you maintain your long-distance relationship, regularly keeping in touch with each other through video calls. Given his busy lifestyle, he hasn’t been able to visit you as often as he’d want. In fact, it’s been a little more than three months since you’ve seen him in person, with the last time being to celebrate your birthday with you.

He makes up for the lack of presence with gifts. You’ve come to find out that gift-giving seems to be one of his top love languages because he spoils you absolutely rotten, and if your $3500 Cartier watch and your growing collection of Hermès silk shawls isn’t proof of that, then you don’t know what is.

In fact, one of the packages he sent you arrived at your doorstep earlier in the morning, but you told yourself that you’d open it after work as some sort of reward for finishing the week’s tasks and deliverables. So, upon coming home after a long day, you open up his present excitedly, emitting a lighthearted laugh as you stare at the sheer lace lingerie set encased in a fancy velvet box in front of you. Attached to it is a small note written in familiar handwriting:

Won’t you try this on for me, dear?

You bite down on your smile, cheeks warming as you check your clock app and swipe through the timezones to see what time it is in the country he’s currently staying for a business trip, realizing that you have about an hour before you’re scheduled to call him.

So after taking a quick shower, you try on the set he gifted you, and it fits perfectly. It accentuates the curves of your body and hugs your figure so well you wonder if he had it tailor fit for you.

Wearing the lingerie gets you in the mood, and having gone so long without seeing Nanami has definitely upped your need for physical touch tenfold. That coupled with your hectic day at work, you decide to pass the time by letting off some steam.

After settling comfortably on the bed and staring blankly ahead of you for a moment, you start to lightly brush your fingers up your inner thighs, feeling the heat in between them growing every minute that passes.

Without further delay for the sake of your sanity, you spread your legs wide, pull your panties aside and dip your fingers inside you, a small whine escaping you when your index comes up to brush against your bundle of nerves. The thought of the man who gave you the undergarments you’re wearing, the thought of him ripping it off and telling you he’d buy you another one clouds your mind.

Fuck. Fuck. You miss him.

Over time, the pace of your thrusts quickens. And with patience running thin, you bring your other hand up to continuously circle around your clit, walls clenching around your fingers as the familiar knotting feeling in your core inches closer and closer.

But just as you’re about to finish, your phone begins to ring, completely distracting you. With a groan, you reach for it with your free hand, seeing Nanami’s name. Your heart skips a beat, not having noticed how much time had already passed.

“Hey, what’s up?” you say after picking up, keeping your phone close to your face in order to conceal the way you’re clad only in lingerie, caught in the middle of a session.

“Hey, am I calling at a bad time?”

“Uh… Not really. I just got out of the shower. Unwinding,” you say vaguely with a sheepish laugh, watching him get out of the car and onto a bright, open space, “Where are you headed to right now?”

“I’m at the airport. Remember that private jet I was thinking about getting?”

You raise an intrigued brow, “Yeah? Is it finally there?”

The video is shaky as he walks, but then he flips the view of the camera, revealing the exterior of his new investment—an Airbus ACJ320 Neo jet.

“What do you think?” he asks, and though you can’t see him, you hear the subtle excitement in his voice.

“Whoa…” is all you manage to say, trying to absorb the fact that he actually bought a private plane after you jokingly suggested it as a way for him to see you more often.

The moment you brought it up, he considered it with a soft “hm” and there was no stopping him from there; the next time he called you, he was already in the process of talking to a supplier, much to your protest. But then he reasoned out that it was probably better in the long-run if he did get one, considering all his business trips around the globe.

“It’s quite spacious,” he says, pulling you out of your stunned state and making you realize that you’ve been absentmindedly staring at your screen for a couple of minutes. By this point, he’s already made his way up the steps and inside of the jet, giving you a tour of the interior.

“Kento, this is crazy. How much did you get this for?” you squint as you try to appreciate all the details and intricacies through the screen; you’ve barely gotten over the exterior, but now that you’re seeing how it looks on the inside, you’re absolutely gobsmacked. It’s a luxury you never could have even imagined.

“Around 115 million, but that’s without the customizations. I think it’s a little below 200 all in all,” he says casually as if he’d just talked about his total at the grocery, continuing to show you around the lounge, then to the conference room, the kitchen, and then the cinema room.

All you can do is laugh in pure amusement and disbelief.

“Here’s the best part,” he chimes before you’re even able to say something, opening a door to reveal the private master bedroom decked with a king-sized bed and a flatscreen television built into the wall of the cabin, “Worth the investment, don’t you think so?”

“I think I know what you mean now,” you reply knowingly with a smirk.

He flips the camera back to face him, and the little smile he gives you is enough to make your heart race.

“Come pick me up,” you jest, giving him a toothy smile, “I miss you.”

It's inconspicuous through your phone, but his eyes glimmer upon hearing you say that, “Actually, I wanted to let you know that I’ll be having a business meeting in France next week, but I’ll be free on the weekend after then. How about you? I wanted to take you on a little getaway.”

You sit up, shifting on the bed so you’re reclined against the headboard, eyes widening, “Wait, seriously?”

He slides the bedroom door shut and proceeds to the lounge, taking a seat on one of the recliners, “If nothing urgent comes up, but I promise I’ll try my best to keep it free.”

“You don’t have to force yourself if you can’t make it,” you feel your chest tighten, not because of anything bad, but just out of sheer eagerness with the idea of seeing him again, even if it was just a probability at this moment. But, knowing him, he wouldn’t bring it up in the first place if he knew he wouldn’t be able to make it.

“You’re not the only one who misses someone, you know,” he says softly, a little bit sheepish to admit it. He looks adorable.

“Aw, I want to hear you say it,” you pout.

“…I miss you too,” the corner of his lips twitch upwards, yearning evident in the way he says it.

Warmth envelopes you instantaneously. All you want to do is see him as soon as you can so you can squish his cheeks and hug him tight and kiss him and just give him all the love in the world, all the love that he deserved. You miss him so goddamn much, it physically hurts.

Silence settles. This is a common occurrence in your calls at times, but it didn’t bother you one bit. There would be instances where you’d simply accompany each other as you do your own thing, and you’re just grateful you can spend some time with him despite the distance and both of your hectic schedules. He mutes his phone as he looks up, and you can tell that he’s talking to someone out of frame.

After some time, he unmutes, “I need to sign some papers but I’ll keep the call going. I’ll be back shortly.”

“No rush.”

He places his phone flat against the table so that the only thing you’re looking at is the ceiling of the jet. The lack of conversation suddenly reminds you of what you were up to right before he called you. And it didn’t help either that he showed you the plane’s master bedroom because now, you’ve got a blueprint for your vivid imagination to play with. So, unable to resist yourself, you mute your phone and place it down right next to you.

Still a little bit sensitive from almost reaching your climax earlier, you continue where you left off with slow ministrations, hoping that you could get off by the time that he comes back.

Once in a while, you’d glance at your phone and see that it’s the same as where he’d left it. You figured that a vibrator would have done the job quicker, but for some reason, you haven’t gotten around to investing in one. And yes, you’re well aware of how much you’re missing out.

After several minutes, you begin to feel pleasure constantly bubble up in your core once again. And so with quick strokes, you desperately try to reach your orgasm when—

“Do you want anything from France?” his sudden voice causes your heart to skip a beat as you grab your phone with your free hand and put it close to your face again.

But this time around, you don’t stop what you’re doing. You can’t help it—you’re already so damn close.

“Mmhm,” you hum in contemplation, a poor attempt at disguising your moans, “Well, I’ve been craving macarons for some time now.”

“Anything else?”

You stifle a small whimper, biting down on your lip as you’re beginning to lose control of your reactions, “Surprise me.”

“I’ll take note. There’s also a local vineyard there that produces one of the best wines I’ve tasted. I’ll get one for you to try.”

In the middle of him speaking, you turn your camera off, unable to bear being seen in your state.

“Oh, yeah? I’d love to try it,” you say, a pitch higher than normal.

Then finally, an overwhelming wave of bliss hits you, causing your eyelids to flutter shut while you bite down on your pillow, hoping that it was enough to drown out any sound you make as you hit your peak and draw it out as long as you can.

“One last thing,” he says.

There’s a pause. He’s waiting for your reply.

“Hm?” is all you can let out, prying an eye open to take a peek at him as you try to recompose yourself from your high.

“Turn your video back on,” he instructs.

“Give me a minute…” you attempt to conceal your breathlessness, your cheek pressed against the pillow as you’re sprawled across the bed, spent.

“No, sweetheart. Do it now.”

Shit. With the tone of his voice, you know he’s caught you red-handed.

You’re quick to slick your hair back, trying to look presentable before you finally do as he’d ask you to, looking at how noticeable your reddened cheeks were through the screen. If you’d just suspected he knew what you were up to earlier, you’re certain now.

“Yes?” you say innocently with a warm, unassuming smile.

He raises a brow, smirking, “Are you having fun without me?”

Your cheeks turn even redder than it already was. It practically looked like you had on a filter, “...Was I being that obvious?”

“I happen to know what you sound like when you’re about to orgasm,” he says smugly, “Do you really miss me that much?”

“Shut up,” you mutter, beyond flustered, grabbing one of your pillows and hiding your flushed face behind it.

“Don’t make me fly over there right now.”

You chuckle, “You say that like it’s a threat.”

He reciprocates your soft laugh, “Don’t worry, dear. I’ll take good care of you the next time we see each other. Anyway, did you get my package?”

“Yes!” you beam, “I’m wearing it right now actually and it fits perfectly. I love it, thank you. Wanna see?”

“Wait,” he looks up, scouring around him to see if anyone was nearby.

“Oops, it was a yes or no question. Times up.”

“Darling, you know what happens when you tease me.”

“Maybe I’m in dire need of a reminder,” you say mischievously.

He purses his lips, and despite him not uttering a single word, the silence is telling enough. You’re really in for a treat, aren’t you?

Just then, he gets a reminder from a familiar voice, something about how he needs to finalize some documents before a conference later on.

“Is that Ijichi?” you chime, “Tell him I say hi.”

“It is, and he’s reminding me about a meeting I have at nine. Ijichi, a minute please.”

His secretary saunters over, barely in frame. You take a moment to wrap yourself up with your blanket.

“Tell her what you told me,” Nanami says and gives him the phone.

Ijichi looks panicked, sheepishly rubbing his nape, “I’m sorry for having to cut the call short, miss! We’ll be borrowing him momentarily for a conference.”

You laugh, “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure he’s in high demand. Make sure he gets some rest, okay?”

The secretary nods, with conviction as if a soldier being given an order, “Yes, ma’am.”

With that, Nanami takes his phone back.

“Well, you heard him. I’ll be taking my leave now,” he sighs dolefully.

“That’s alright,” you say tenderly, “I’ll be heading to bed soon anyway. Until what time is your meeting?”

“Maybe until 12.”

“Okay,” you say in a sing-song tune.

He raises a brow, “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious,” you shrug.

He narrows his eyes at you, but ultimately drops the suspicion, “Alright then, I’ll talk to you when I can. Good night, sweetheart. Sleep well,” he says warmly.

“Okay. Good luck with the day,” you blow him a kiss.

“Don’t forget—I want to see how my gift suits you,” he quickly adds.

“We’ll see. Bye!” you giggle, dropping the call before he can pester you about the topic as another way to tease him. If he’d been keeping tabs of how much you’ve done just that, you know you’re in for a hell of a ride the next time you see him.

Before you head to bed, you take mirror selfies of yourself wearing the set he gave in risqué poses for his viewing pleasure. But of course, you weren’t going to let him wait. No, in fact, you had a way more daring plan than that—you wait until it’s 10:30 in his timezone, and that’s when you send him the photos, knowing full well that he’d be in his meeting. The message gets read almost immediately, but it takes him several minutes to respond:

You look stunning as always, my dear.

A smug smile manifests on your face, but it quickly falters when he sends a second message:

But next time reconsider sending it while I’m in the middle of a conference. :)

Nanami using a smiley? Holy shit. You’re so screwed.

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The aircraft looked more extravagant up-close and personal. It was difficult to gauge its size when viewing it from your phone, but when you saw it with your own eyes, your jaw dropped; you had expected it to be a quaint jet, but you were wrong. Way wrong . The thing was the same size as a passenger plane yet everything inside was modified to carry only a sizable number of people. If anything, its lavishness was more akin to a fancy penthouse apartment.

For the first couple hours of the flight, the response to your “where are we going?” has been rather elusive, as it had been for the past two weeks. Nanami’s really drawn out the secret, but you don’t really mind; the mystery of it all thrills you. Not only that, but seeing him looking forward to taking you somewhere enough to keep you on your toes was incredibly endearing.

However, you’re unable to contain your curiosity. And if he’s not going to tell you, then you might as well play a guessing game with him as the two of you sit across from each other in the lounge, in the middle of snacking on a charcuterie platter.

“Western Hemisphere?” you blurt out, picking up a slice of prosciutto with a cheese fork.

He shakes his head, eyeing the fruits and deciding between the blueberries or the strawberries.

“East then. Hm… Considering you asked me to bring my swimwear, I’m going to make a wild guess and say it’s in a tropical country. Somewhere in Asia, perhaps?”

“That’s right,” he ultimately changes his mind and stabs a piece of Gouda cheese instead.

You narrow your eyes, trying to figure out which among the tropical countries within the continent you should even begin with, and so you start naming all that you can remember, with each one gaining a “no” from him.

With a sigh, you recline on your seat, trying to rack your brain up for any more places. But, you come up with nothing.

“I’m beat,” you huff, peering at him through your lashes, noticing the way he’s staring at the slice of sourdough bread, the last one there was on the platter because you’ve eaten almost all of it—there it was, your opportunity.

Deviously, you take it before he can, seeing the silent devastation in his eyes as you bring it close to your lips.

“Come on, all you have to do is tell me where we’re going,” you wriggle your brows, “Then you can have this.”

“Are you seriously using bread as leverage over me?”

You open your mouth, bringing the sourdough closer and closer, “Mhm, it does smell delicious.”

He stares at you, then at the only slice of bread left. As you could have predicted, he gives in with a sigh of defeat and presses the button of the intercom beside his seat, “Ino, how much longer until we arrive at our destination?”

A grin manifests on your face as you bend over the table to feed the sourdough to him, watching the way his eyes glint, “Bread over me? You’re unbelievable.”

“It’s not just any kind of bread, it’s sourdough straight from France—”

“Touchdown to Malé International Airport will be in about two hours, sir,” responds the pilot, disrupting what you assume is the beginning of Nanami’s long monologue about the intricacies of the French country bread he just consumed.

You didn’t mind listening, if only it weren’t for the pilot’s announcement. You blink, and once the words settle, you snap your attention back to face Nanami, “Wait, did I hear that right? Malé? You mean we’re going to Maldives?”

“Yes. Have you ever been there before?”

“Never,” you have to hold yourself back from squealing, unable to resist the giddiness that starts to overflow, “You know, Maldives is actually one of my dream destinations.”

“Really?” he perks up.

“Mhm,” you smile widely, “I’ve been dreaming to go here since I was a child.”

“I didn’t know that. I guess it’s a good coincidence then,” there’s pure affection in the smile he reciprocates.

“Coincidence. We’ve had a lot of that, haven't we?”

Bending over the table once more, you plant a light kiss onto his cheek then graze your lips over his, just enough to leave him wanting more, before you recline back onto your seat.

“We have two hours. Do you want to watch a movie in the bedroom?” he asks immediately afterwards.

Your expression shifts to a smirk, “Are we actually going to watch a movie?”

Matching the look on your face, he gets up and walks over to you, “Let’s see.”

Without warning, he scoops you up into a bridal carry and you’re quick to latch onto his neck, grinning up at him as he heads to the cabin by the tail end of the aircraft, using his foot to slide the door open and shut behind him.

“How are you feeling?” he asks once he sets you down onto the mattress.

“In general or right now?” you reply as you kick your shoes off and scoot to one side of the bed.

“Is there a difference?” he tilts his head, ridding himself of his coat, shoes, watch, and tie to place on the bedside table.

“In general? Tired from work. Which is why I’m beyond grateful for you taking me on this trip. I haven’t been on a break since… Since I first met you actually,” you beam, opening your arms out for him, “So, if you’re asking about how I’m feeling right now, well—I’m very happy.”

He doesn’t hesitate to accept the invitation, joining you on the bed as he wraps you in a tight embrace before pulling the sheets up to cover you both, “That’s all I want. I hope this is enough to make up for not seeing you the past three months.”

You pull him closer to you, revelling in the comfort of his body heat as you bury your face on the crook of his neck, taking a whiff of the expensive cologne he wears, “Are you kidding me? This is more than enough. Thank you, you have no idea how much I really needed this.”

“Are you being overworked?” he traces your spine with his fingers, soothing you.

“Just a little, but it’s understandable,” you mutter before looking up at him with a wide smile, “I’m handling a very important client. You might be familiar with him.”

“Oh?” he quirks a brow up, playing into your antics, “Do tell me about him.”

Rolling to lay on your stomach, you rest your chin on your palms, “He’s this bigshot in the hospitality industry and owns multiple multinational businesses.”

He hums, caressing your forearm with the back of his index and feigning contemplation, “Hm… Sounds very familiar. What else?”

“Crazy rich, tall, and super attractive. I mean, like— hot hot, it’s insane,” you say in exasperation, then smile at him tenderly, “But above everything, he is the kindest, most hardworking, and good-hearted person I know.”

It seems as if he finds genuine enjoyment in the way you’d just described him. He stares at you with infallible affection before he gently grabs your wrist and leans into you, lips moulding onto yours chastely. When he breaks the kiss, he examines you carefully, stroking the pad of his thumb right on the apple of your cheek.

Despite your words and the way you seem to make light of your load, there’s still a look of concern still on his features, “Hey, if our account manager is being a pain in the ass to deal with, just let me know. I can have him back down on you if he’s too much.”

You shake your head, leaning into his touch and trying to keep your mind off the list of revisions one of his company’s account managers sent over the past week, “You don’t have to. I’m up for the challenge. Besides, I want him–and most importantly you–to be wholeheartedly satisfied with the campaign pitches I’ve prepared.”

“Well, I’m certain we’ll be more than satisfied,” he assures you, moving his leg in between your thighs.

You raise a brow, too absorbed in the conversation to realize you’ve untucked his shirt from his trousers and slithered a hand under it to wrap around him, “Are you saying that as my client or as the person I’m dating?”

“Can’t it be both?”

“Good answer,” you smile at him in contentment.

He presses a doting kiss on your forehead, “I’m so proud of you.”

“Really?” you squeak out, lips curving downwards as they slowly start to quiver.

He notices your reaction, the way those four words manage to have such an effect on you, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing at all. I just haven’t heard that in forever.”

“I am,” he says firmly, “And you should be too. You’re amazing at what you do.”

The confirmation is enough to bring tears into your eyes. You snuggle up to him so tightly, you feel like you’re about to crush him. He releases a soft chuckle, resting his chin on top of your head and casually placing a hand on top of your butt.

“Also, am I still just ‘a person you're dating’?” he asks curiously, out of the blue.

“What do you mean?” you look up at him in confusion.

He takes a moment to contemplate, “We’ve been seeing–well, whatever that word means to us–each other for almost half a year. Don’t you think it’s time we make it official?”

You sit up, keeping your eyes on him, “Are you saying you want to call me your girlfriend?”

He follows suit so that you two are seated face-to-face, “I do. I like you very much, and I hope I’ve made my feelings and intentions known to you. I know we don’t see each other in person as much as normal couples do, but I want to be with you, commit to you. And if it means flying out to see you whenever I get the chance, then so be it. But only if you feel the same way and if you’re ready, I don’t want to rush into things.”

Delicately, you graze your fingers against his before interweaving them together, “You know, I’ve been waiting for you to bring this up.”

“Have you?” he says anxiously, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb.

You nod, blushing, “I feel the same way about everything. I lo—” your eyes widen and you clear your throat, your heartbeat skyrocketing, “—like you quite a lot, Kento. And the things that you do for me, I can’t even begin to express how grateful I am. So yes, I’m ready to take the next step into our relationship. Nothing would make me happier.”

A trembling sigh escapes you. You hope he didn’t catch on to that subtle yet telling vowel, not because you didn’t want to tell him those words, but because you were nervous that he might have thought that it was too soon for you to do so. But being the person that he is, he’s always been rather intuitive.

He stares at you in content, eyes boring straight into yours as your already quickened heartbeat continues to accelerate. The silence is suffocating; only a few moments have passed but to you, it feels like it’s been minutes. Each second that passes urges you to say it, up to the point wherein you convince yourself that you can, and you will.

You take a deep breath, “I—”

Then, as comical as always, something work-related manages to disrupt the moment. His phone begins to receive a barrage of emails all at once. With a frustrated grunt, he reaches over and places his device on ‘Do Not Disturb’ before placing it back on the bedside table screen down.

He returns to his original position, “Sorry, were you about to say something?”

“Oh, nothing important,” you say meekly, the courage you built up from earlier dissipating in an instant. Maybe it’s a sign that this isn’t the right time yet, “Seems to me that you’re the one being overworked.”

“It’s the usual,” he shrugs, reposing his forehead on your shoulder, returning to the earlier topic, “But I’m beyond elated to know that we’re on the same page.”

“I am too,” you sigh happily, rubbing the length of his arm, the other coming up to lightly scratch on his undercut, “Do you want to rest? You must be more tired than I am.”

He pulls back, seemingly regaining his energy as he takes your hand and places small kisses on your palm, “There’s no need to compare. If you’re tired, then you’re tired, and I want you to relax, darling. So lie back down and I’ll take care of you this time around.”

“You spoil me too much,” you tell him sheepishly yet with gratitude, moving to recline comfortably on the pillows.

“And you deserve no less,” with eyes locked on yours, he begins to unbutton your pants, noticing the way your breaths turn heavy almost immediately, “Are you alright with this?”

You nod, helping him by wriggling out of your garments, the cold air brushing up against your bare legs, “Come here and kiss me.”

And so he does exactly that, the newly defined relationship fuels this exchange with heated passion. The thought of being able to call him yours and yours alone fills you with euphoria, the thought of spending the weekend with him fills you with excitement.

You swing your arms around his neck and pull him down to kiss you deeper. His hand slips underneath your panties, a gasp leaving you the moment his icy fingers make contact.

“Hands. Cold,” you shudder.

“Won’t you be a good girl and warm them up for me then?” he brings it back up, running the fingers he’d just inserted in you mere moments ago on your lips.

Closing your mouth around his extremities, you suck them until they’re wet and warm, just as he’d ask. Once he’s satisfied, he pulls his hand out and returns them to where they were previously, your saliva and arousal making it incredibly easy for him to slip his fingers in.

A shiver runs down your spine, finding the stretch wonderfully pleasurable. His hands were so much bigger than yours, managing to fill you up in ways you’re simply unable to. All you could do is moan as he begins to thrust into you. He’s familiarized himself with your sweet spot, skilfully curling his fingers to hit it each time while simultaneously circling your front. The combined sensation is more than enough for you to let out a wanton cry, bucking your hips upwards uncontrollably.

All the while, he adorns your body with kisses, making his way down your neck, collarbone, chest, and abdomen; he greedily sucks on your flesh, but is careful enough not to leave any marks. At least, not in places that are visible when you’re wearing a swimsuit. With the hand not preoccupied with pleasuring you, he spreads your legs wider, licking a long, slow stripe on your inner thigh, tasting the slick that had started dripping down your thighs due to his ministrations.

Your hand practically shoots to grip his hair when he replaces his fingers with his tongue, flicking them at your entrance before looking up at you, gauging your reactions, “How does this feel?”

“Ah—Amazing. We’ve never… You haven’t gone down on me yet,” you whimper, covering your mouth with your other hand, feeling rather embarrassed.

“Don’t be shy,” he hums, the vibrations of his voice prickling your skin, “You taste so good.”

Whilst craning your head upwards to hide your fluster, an even louder cry is ripped from the back of your throat as he dips his tongue deeper. You shift on the mattress, the added friction intoxicatingly addicting.

“Close…” your vocabulary is reduced to so little at this point. Upon hearing that, he starts to rub harder strokes onto your clit, making your toes curl and your back arch, “Fuck, yes. Yes, just like that. Please keep going, please, please. ”

He does exactly as instructed, keeping his pressure and rhythm constant all throughout. The nonstop motion of his hands paired with his tongue tips you over the edge, causing you to convulse under him, your eyes slamming shut as moans erupted from your core. He groans out when your hold on his roots tightens, causing him to firmly latch onto your thigh as your mewls turn softer, only to be replaced by heavy breaths as you slowly recover from your orgasm.

“Sorry,” you smile shyly as you let go of him, “I couldn’t help myself.”

“That’s quite some grip you got there,” he teases, getting on his knees and licking the slick off his fingers, “I think I get it now.”

“Are you into it?” your smile turns into a promiscuous grin.

“Only because it’s you,” he finds his place beside you and wraps you up in his arms. With his body pressed so closely against yours, you could easily feel his hard-on.

You smirk, “How much time before we land?”

He reaches for his phone to check the time, “Enough time.”

It’s only then that you remember what you were doing in the bedroom in the first place—weren’t you two supposed to watch a movie?

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thecandywrites · 2 years ago

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Monster March 2023 Masterlist

From the prompts from @borealwrites

Monster March 2023

1. Djinn/elemental spirit- The Emperor’s Gemling

2. Forest Spirit- The Joys and Dangers of Mushrooms

3. Naga/Lamia - Stuck Shed

4. Alraune- Bloom of Life

5. Other-taurs. Caribou! - The Velvet Spa

6. Robot/Android/Cyborg - Aftermarket Attachments Part 1, Part 2

7. Minotaur - The Rut- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5.

8. Demon- Glass Dragon

9. Centaur - If the Shoe Fits- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

10. Chthonic/Eldritch Abomination- daughter Babylon the Great. Part 1, Part 2

11. Ghost/Spirit- The Talisman- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

12. Nymph - Trapping the Dragon

13. Succubus/Incubus/Concubus-The Lotus House

14. Harpy- My Harpy, My Moura

15. Humanoid Bird - Hidden Potential

16. Giant- Hemi’s Dream Pixie Goddess Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

17. Drider- Drider Silk Brocade

18. Pixie. The Hollow

19. Merperson- Something Special Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

20. Humanoid Cat- What to Bring to a Table Part 1, Part 2

21. Vampire- Coconut Water

22. Fae- Coronation Day Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

23. Dragonborn- Dragon Heart Flower Festival

24, Alien- Sting of Life

25. Angel- Half of My Forever

26. Werewolf- Kabluey Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

27. Doppelganger-Dr. Vitanova

28. Shapeshifter- A Mother’s Touch Part 1, Part 2

29. Dragon- Dragon’s Rite Flight

30. Slimeperson- Astral and Their Alleviator Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

31. Satyr- Sheepishly Mine- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

#Monster March #Monster March 2023 #Monster March 2023 Masterlist

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theboysfanfic · 3 years ago

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Komm Zu Mir | Part 6

Vampire the Masquerade AU

Pairing: Ventrue!Homelander x f!Reader

18 + only. This story will contain smut/sex so you have to be over 18 to read it.

Song: Strange - Tokio Hotel (feat. Kerli)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Do not read or interact if you are under 18. Smut. Dub-con. Delicious dub-con. Spanking. Unprotected sex. Fluffy.

Words: 2,793

Summary: You wake up in John's apartment but he isn't there. Lingerie set he leaves for her : x Title from 'Sex' - Rammstein. German phrases are lyrics from 'Sex', 'Auslander' and 'Bück Dich' by Rammstein.

Credit: Dividers by @firefly-graphics x

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I open my eyes looking around to find the familiar edges of my bed and the bedside table of my room. I can't see anything I recognise around me.

Wait, yes I can! I was here before, I'm still here now. I'm still with him?What time is it?

I look at my watch, it's 2am. Why did I fall asleep here?

I move off the sofa, clutching the plush velvet under my fingers as I slide off the edge.

I see a note on the desk nearby.

In handwritten black pen it says: 'Feel free to get dressed in there, use whatever you want. I ran a bath for you if you want one. I will be back soon. - John'

Stepping into the bathroom the steam is rising. Bringing out the fragrant oils of the sage and blackcurrant mixing in the air with an intoxicating mist. This is a spa level effort.

Where did he go and how do I not remember staying so late?

I leave the en-suite for a few minutes to explore, my curiosity getting the better of me. I search for his bedroom, I find two doors and a hallway leading to a room with a carved canopy bed and rich black bed linen. The rest of the room is modern and clean and I notice this bedroom has no windows. There are curtains, the appearance of windows. I open them but there are walls behind with paintings hanging up.

I turn to the bed, looking through the cabinets either side. I rummage through the top drawer, empty. No foil wrappers about. So he doesn't sleep around, if this is his room at all. Or he keeps them out of the obvious places.

I go back to the en-suite, the mist is yummy, scenting a lot of the apartment now. I decide to take a dip, but check the clothes he says he left for me. There's a small walk in wardrobe in the bathroom, it's beautiful really, more than what I've got at my place, clothes categorised and neat.

I check that they are men's clothes, I don't need more suspicions. It looks like all his clothes. But there's a small waiting room seat in the centre of the walk in, with a small pile of clothes laid out.

Is this what he meant was for me?

An opaque black satin cami vest, wrapped in a robe, within that, lingerie.

I take it out to look.

I run my hands over the fabric. Smooth thin sheer panels, trimmed with wide straps on the shoulders and running vertically along the cups, matching high cut knickers with wide strap detailing.

I turn it to look inside for the label, 'Agent Provocateur' tags are on but no prices visible.

I fight my thoughts, thinking it could have been returned and re-purposed.

I hope for the best. I look closer at the label, realising it has been pinned back on with a pink safety pin, to match that of the AP logo.

I'm about to return to my hopeless thoughts again. But there's a note here too, printed this time, not handwritten. On official AP card.

'Laundered upon your request, ready to wear.'

I look back to check for outwear. Simple high waisted dark jeans, and slippers with delicate pink fur lined trim. I check the sizes on everything.

How the hell does he know my size?

I get in the bath. It's the most relaxing bath I think I've had for a while. Instantly sinking into the warm bubbly water, the scent is unbelievable. That natural blackcurrant and sage. A green and earthy aura, the sweetness of the blackcurrant reminding of the look of that crème de cassis he's been drinking.

Is that his favourite flavour profile?

It's really a race against time for me now. I want to be out and dressed before he gets back and I don't know when that will be.

I find a hairdryer, and everything here is easily found, well organised.

I don't struggle or waste time with anything. I help myself to hair styling products and some basic skincare. I put on the makeup I have in my purse, mascara and lipstick, a little bit of under eye concealer.

I put on the lingerie, the jeans, the cami, and slip on the robe on top. Everything fits well, I'm still in disbelief at how he has my sizes and why he has an entire outfit for me in the first place.

If he got it for me, when was he keeping this for? The sizing, the labels, it's carefully orchestrated to hide that it wasn't for me in the first place or it truly is just for me.

I snap out of my thoughts as much as I can, confused more by the fact I'm still here and having no recollection of why.

I leave to go back into the other room.

The small fireplace is lit, and at quarter to 3 am, it's comfy and cosy in here despite it being the middle of the night in October.

I sit on the window seat, lit by a wall lamp, with the rain tapping against the windows I relax with my back facing the door.

I feel a breeze on the small of my back, then I feel a gentle touch on my shoulder.

'John, hi.' I look up into his eyes and he looks down at me. The touch of his hand feels warmer than before. He stops for a few seconds, just looking, admiring.

I feel my hair being moved, he's flipping it over my shoulder.

'You look stunning, did I make good choices? Do you like it?'

'I do. '

'Does it fit?'

He knows. 'It does.'

I pause and add. 'So now you know what I have on underneath this layer.' I point to the gown.

I stand and step closer to him. He reaches for my hair, holding it in his hand scrunching it.

I say as I pull a strap on the cami. 'And the next layer.'

His eyes are sparkling. 'So glossy, so beautiful,' he says, 'Can you put on your choker.'

I retrieve it and he turns me round, moving my hair out from the back of my neck, clasping it shut then turning me round to face him. He swipes both thumbs over the front of my neck resting his hands on top of my shoulders.

'John, can there be trouble here?'

He looks at me carefully. 'Sometimes there might be. But remember what I said was for me, is also for us. I can't say anymore right now.'

'Us...and um..can u show me again what you did with your mouth, with that sugar?' I lean into him placing my hands on the front of his shoulders.

He does feel warmer now.

He leans away from me for a bit, retrieves the sugar and comes back to me.

He takes my hand. 'Komm mit mir.'

He leads me through the double doored hallway. A peculiar layout.

He doesn't place me at the foot of the bed again, he stands in front of it, and turns his head back to me as I watch him from the middle of the room. He lifts the sugar cube to his lips again, eyes on mine always, sucks at the edge of it.

I run to him, and he catches my waist in his hands, planting me in front of him, him perching on the bed. I reach for his hand and snatch the sugar away from his lips, placing the half eaten treat between my lips.

'You don't need this.' he leans forward swiftly catching the sugar between his teeth tearing it away from my mouth. He crunches it once and it's gone.

'I thought you said it was for me?'

'It is for you.' He runs his tongue over his top lip.

I lean in close to his mouth to kiss him.

I bump my nose on his, close up with his sparkling eyes, I slip my tongue over his top lip, grains of sugar glued there, tasting sweet.

I suck his lip, he tastes so good.

But I'm trying to get to his lips past the sweetness, to the soft mauve pinkness, to feel them with my mouth skin to skin.

I tilt and press my face onto his further, I feel micro stubble on his chin and above his lips, prickling just a little with every movement I make and with every response from him.

I slow down and place my lips over his, carefully, fully, then tease him with my tongue. Very slowly.

He opens his mouth, tongue slipping in, his tongue tastes like sugar too. His eyes are smiling.

I feel his hand land on the choker. He pushes me back, the gentle downward side eye he does makes me feel heat and moisture.

He takes off his glasses and lifts his chin. He starts unbuttoning his shirt collar.

'Mich ausziehen.' He says with words this time, in his deep, slow, sexy voice.

I follow his lead and unbutton his shirt for him, taking it off. I place my hands over his chest but he grabs my wrists in time pulling me into him again. He drops my gown on to the floor, he lowers and slides the straps of the cami down. His hands slip down my shoulders to my hips, pulling the jeans down.

'Bück dich!' I hear as he spins me and pushes me face down, bending me over the edge of the bed.

'This really, really suits you. Let me have a look at how good this looks on you.'

He runs a hand up the back of my leg stopping at my ass and holding it there.

Then his hand is gone and I feel a smack on my cheeks. Right across the centre towards the base of my thighs, his palm covering my pussy as he smacks. It feels like a delicious wave making me twitch there. All the shock of the impact is absorbed by his perfect placement and I feel all pleasure and no sting.

I feel him pressing up against me with his hips, undoing his belt. As he's stepping out of his suit trousers, he tugs by the back of my bra, lifts and turns me back up to him.

He sits up on the bed and pulls me up too. He moves backwards towards the middle. He is looking at me intently, and through his eyes and that voice he communicates what is escalating.

'Sex, komm zu mir.'

I crawl over the bed on my knees towards him, his eyes lusty, his mouth shut but he's saying.

'Du kommen mit, ich dir machen gut.'

I crawl to him faster.

He smiles wide when I get to him, his teeth pointed and sharp. He draws me up to his face again, licking into my mouth, opening my mouth wider with the passion of his kisses.

I'm still on my knees leaning across him as we're kissing, and he moves his hand down underneath my panty line, over my Brazilian bikini wax and further under until he slides over and into wetness. I squirm under his touch. I pull back form his lips, and see his eyes are red.

'John are we safe enough?'

'Yes we are. '

John grabs my arms, twists them behind my back and holds me there.

'Bück dich noch einmal'

He presses me by the shoulders down onto the bed with my ass in the air.

'But if you're not sure about that, I will keep touching you.'

He coaxes a sigh out of me, that I can't contain. I'm certainly in no place to complain. He turns me to face him, but keeps holding me down.

'But I can promise you we are safe.' He leans down close by my face, 'and you'll like not using anything with me.'

He's moving in circles around my clit from under the sheer panties, my breathing is getting ragged and all I want him to do is to fuck me.

'John don't you have condoms?' I blurt out between my breathing.

'No. My condition is your protection.' he says.

He touches me until I beg him.

Until I don't care anymore.

Don't care what he means or whether we can get condoms. The only thing I want is him, as I'm clawing at his back, his hand between my legs.

I'm whining his name, and he looks over as if to check on me, looks at my face with lids lowered, looking self important, his face inches from mine, corner of his mouth upturning from a self satisfied smile.

His nose scrunches up and he growls. A rumbly, deep, actual growl. I feel more waves, electricity and tension rising.

I try to lick at his lips from below him, he won't let me, and he won't let my hands near his boxers.

'What do you want? Do you only want me to touch you?'

'N..no.'

'No?' He's mocking me. Beckoning, gesturing for me to come to him when I'm fully at his mercy and already underneath him.

I whimper.

He does it again. Curls his fingers hitting the sweet spots inside my walls.

'If you can wait, if you can hold on and if you can tell me in words what you want, then I'll stop.'

I try to breathe evenly so I can tell him what I want.

'fuck!..'

'It would be better for you if you don't cum now. I told you, wait.'

'...fuck..John...Fuck me!'

'That's my girl.' He eases up on me and is pulling his boxers down.

I look as he's slipping the boxers down his hips, all of his hair trail is showing and then he holds the waistband just at the base of his erection. I trace my hand down the trail and he takes them off completely.

'But..we need to use...'

'No. We're good.' he says as he pushes towards me.

I look down then at his face, my mouth falling open slightly.

Christ, his dick is beautiful!

He is looking at me while leaning his face on mine.

I can feel every part of the texture of him. He pushes and pulls, I sink into the feeling of him. Enveloping him, wrapping around his form.

He bites me. It's not the type that stings right away, not a surface bite. But as he bites my neck again, he loses a bit of control each time and his teeth start to sting and it hurts, but it feels good.

I meet his hips every time he bites. The next bite is the most I've felt, the most pain accompanied by gentle licks to the area. He wets and kisses my neck there, gently taking away the pain I felt moments ago with every soft placement of his lips.

He starts to breathe heavy. I don't know what to do with myself anymore so my arms are stretched above my head. Reaching for whatever I can grip, everything slipping away from me.

I let myself match his breathing. He catches my eyes with his blue crystals every few moments, either grazing his nose over mine, swiping his lips over my cheeks or kissing under my chin as I throw my head back, then brushing past my mouth when I can have the energy to look at him again.

At another moment when my head is thrown back, his movements slippery with my wetness, speed up but stay controlled. He leans down to the base of my neck, to one side of my clavicle and sinks his teeth then instantly licks his tongue flat over the bite.

He angles up my hips by holding them up and he bucks his hips up in a different way, inviting himself in at a fucking delicious angle creating a supple friction making me threaten him.

'Oh my God John what are you doing..!?.'

I'm panting and he's not stopping. He watches me unwind and lose control almost completely.

The realisation that he's bare and cumming, makes me try to squirm from under him and almost interrupt.

'Joh...ahh..ah hn you're.. naked!'

I try to say clearly, but my voice waivers and my eyes are heavy lidded and I can't concentrate on much.

'You..can't ..ahh!'

'Oh I can,' he says through gritted teeth, 'you're my girl and I can.'

He holds me down tightly in his his final moments.

I watch his chin tilt up to the ceiling and he's licking his lips as he's trying to stay in control but he can't.

I feel strange, in his perfect embrace.

I feel wanted on this imperfect night.

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emy-loves-you · 3 years ago

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(Slightly) Less Useless, (Definitely) Gayer Chapter 8

Interrogations

Janus doesn’t get a lot of time to be alone with Virgil’s boyfriends, but it’s those few moments that truly count.

Chapter 7 | Masterlist | Chapter 9

Janus Williams was a busy man. He was the CEO of Hydra Hydraulics, and even with Thomas as their manager, Janus made sure to have a say in the financial and legal dealings of The Dark Sides. When he wasn’t working, Janus was spending time with Remus and/or Virgil. Because of this, Janus didn’t have many personal hobbies, nor did he have enough time to properly interrogate Virgil’s boyfriends. Even though the four of them had been living together for over a month (and dating for 3), Janus still did not fully trust the three men who claimed to love Virgil. Sure, his suspicions had significantly lessened since he first spoke to Logan all of those months ago. But if there was one thing that Janus learned from his parents, it was that people can have multiple faces, some of which they’re not even aware of possessing. Janus frequently flipped through multiple faces like they were simple party masks. He was harsh and unyielding when dealing with Hydra Hydraulics. He was sly and mysterious when playing as Deceit. He was sarcastic yet caring when interacting with Virgil and Remus. He was vulnerable and completely head-over-heels when he kissed Remus behind closed doors.

Janus knew about people being two-faced or even three-faces (hell, Janus himself was four-faced), and he suspected that Virgil’s boyfriends weren’t all that they seemed. There had to be something that he didn’t know. And Janus was going to find out what it was.

And if those faces had the potential to hurt Virgil?

Well, Mother and Father taught him to always have a fifth face, just in case.

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Janus sighed as he changed out of his suit. He’d spent the past few hours dealing with stupid employees, and right now he wanted nothing more than to relax and watch some shitty romcoms. Normally he’d watch them with Remus and Virgil, but both of them were busy. Remus was doing something with Roman (some sort of spa day?) and Virgil was spending the day with Logan and Patton.

Just as Janus sat down with his snake-themed pajamas and face mask (because self-care is necessary) his phone went off. Janus sighed, expecting it to be one of the supervisors with a stupid question. He blinked when he saw the caller ID.

Patton Morale

Even though Janus had given Virgil’s boyfriends his number (in case there’s an emergency) he didn’t actually expect Patton to text him. Janus quickly unlocked his phone and read the text.

P- (3:46 PM) Hey, Janus! Are you busy right now?

P- (3:46 PM) You don’t have to respond if you’re busy! I was just wondering

Janus frowned at the texts. This sounded nothing like Patton’s happy, quirky self. He sounded like Virgil back before he’d gotten close to Janus. While he was mainly sarcastic and rude, there were times where he was really anxious and vulnerable. Janus decided to answer truthfully.

J- (3:47 PM) I am doing nothing important at the moment. What do you need?

P- (3:47 PM) Oh, I was just wondering if you wanted to bake some cupcakes today. I know how happy you were when you made breakfast for Remus, and I thought baking would be fun!

J- (3:47 PM) Would you prefer to do this at my house or Virgil’s? While I have a bigger kitchen and better cooking supplies, I don’t believe I have most of the ingredients.

P- (3:48 PM) Your house is fine! I’ll bring the ingredients over

J- (3:48 PM) Then I will see you when you arrive

Janus sighed as he turned off the TV. He then went upstairs to change into something more presentable. Sure, he was skipping his self-care day, but this was the perfect opportunity to learn more about Patton.

Fifteen minutes later, Patton stood in his doorway, multiple bags of ingredients in each hand. “I thought we could try different types of cupcakes,” Patton explained as Janus took a few bags to carry. “I have the ingredients for vanilla, chocolate, and red velvet. Plus, I thought we could make some homemade frosting!”

When they prepared the first batch of cupcakes (vanilla), Janus was silent as Patton led him through each step. When they got those in the oven, they decided to prepare the chocolate cupcake batter next. Janus didn’t notice any major changes in Patton’s behavior until they put the chocolate cupcakes in the oven and let the vanilla cupcakes cool. Janus made the red velvet batter on his own while Patton made the icing for the vanilla cupcakes. Patton had started humming a tune under his breath as he stirred the icing. It took Janus a moment to realize that he was humming the tune of Lies, one of Janus’ songs. Janus had to admit, Patton was good at humming the lyrics. Patton hit all of the muffled notes, and even paused for the right amount of time instead of skipping it. Janus smiled as he hummed along, making sure to keep his voice low. It took a few minutes for Patton to realize that he was duetting.

Patton yelped as he dropped his spoon. “Sorry, I didn’t even realize I was humming! That must’ve been really annoying. I’m sorry, I’ll stop rambling now.”

Janus frowned. “Patton, you weren’t annoying me. I was humming along. I’m a rock star, it was flattering to hear you hum my song. And you have a lovely voice.”

Patton blushed, but there was something else in his eyes. “T-thanks.” He turned back to the icing, and Janus let it go.

There were several instances after that where Patton would move to do something fun or silly and stop halfway through. He would hum the first few words of a song before going dead silent. He would move as if to twirl or do a grand hand gesture before stopping abruptly. He would open his mouth to (Janus assumed) give a cheesy pun, but no sound would come out. Every time, Janus would let it slide. He assumed that Patton was still embarrassed over the humming incident.

But the final nail in the coffin came when Patton went to get the chocolate cupcakes out and caught his arm in the oven. He yelped and Janus immediately ran over to reopen the oven. Patton quickly pulled his arm out, still gripping the cupcake tray. He sat the tray down on the stove while Janus moved to check his injuries. Patton immediately shied away. “I’m fine, just clumsy ol’ Patton!” He started mumbling to himself. “Stupid, clumsy Patton.”

Janus grabbed Patton’s wrist, forcing him to face Janus. Janus turned off the oven before leading Patton to the nearest bathroom, where he knew a medkit was. He knew enough about burn injuries from the few times Virgil or Remus would burn themselves. Patton had a nasty looking burn along his forearm, which Janus treated to the best of his ability. After a few minutes, Janus spoke up. “What’s wrong? Besides the burn, of course.”

Patton stared for a moment before smiling. “Nothing’s wrong, silly! Why would anything be wrong?” Janus could practically taste the lie.

“You’ve been acting odd all day. Did something happen?”

Patton shook his head. “No! Nothing’s happened. I promise.” Janus frowned but conceded, refocusing on the bandages. Patton seemed to be telling the truth, but Janus would talk to Virgil about it, just in case.

Later, Janus and Patton were icing the chocolate cupcakes. They had decided not to make the red velvet cupcakes, and the batter was sitting in the fridge. Patton was silent as he meticulously iced each cupcake. Janus was sneaking glances every few minutes, trying to figure out if the silence was from their earlier conversation or if Patton was naturally silent when he iced cupcakes.

Patton’s hands suddenly shook a little, and Janus watched as he made an uneven pattern on the cupcake. Nobody would even notice or care, but it seemed to make Patton’s shaking worse. “S-sorry.” Patton stuttered out, and Janus suddenly realized that Patton was crying.

Janus carefully grabbed Patton’s chin with two fingers and forced him to face Janus. Patton’s eyes remained glued to his hands. “Patton, please look at me.” It took a moment, but Patton slowly looked up into Janus’ eyes, and his entire body started shaking. “Patton, tell me what’s wrong.”

Patton took a shaky breath. “I-I’m fine, really.” When Janus didn’t let go of his chin, Patton caved in. “It’s just… some days there’s a not-so-nice voice in my head. I’ve always had it, and I don’t like being alone when the voice gets loud. Usually, I’ll have one of the others there to keep me company. But Ro’s spending time with Ree, and Lo is on a date with Virgil. I thought I could spend the day with you, but all I’ve done is make you worry and I’m so sorry you have to deal with me-”

Janus tightened his grip on Patton’s chin, and Patton stopped talking. Janus took a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking. “I… have a not-so-nice voice as well.” Patton’s eyes widened, and Janus took that as a sign to continue. “My parents weren’t good people. It took a lot of convincing on Virgil’s part for me to realize that they were hurting me. Not physically, but mentally and emotionally. Some days I hear a voice telling me that they were right. It tells me that I’m worthless, and it tells me to do things that I know I shouldn’t do. On the days around my birthday they get really loud, and I can’t hear anything else. Remus and Virgil have to keep a constant eye on me or I’ll do something I’ll regret. That’s how I got this scar.” Patton’s eyes immediately go to the scar on Janus’ face. “I had just wanted the voices to be quiet, but they only got louder-”

“But you have a reason to have voices!” Janus looked back at Patton, who was still crying. “You were hurt! I wasn’t! My voice has always been there, and I’ve never had anything really bad happen to me. I have three amazing boyfriends and the job of my dreams! I don’t have a reason to feel like this! I’m just weak and stupid-”

“Stop.” Patton’s mouth snapped shut. “Just because you don’t have any trauma, does not mean that your voices are any less important than mine. They’re still there, and you came to me because you knew you shouldn’t be alone with just the voice. And the fact that you trusted me enough to come to me and tell me this… It means you're very brave, Patton. And I am honored that you trust me like that. And if you ever need me to help distract you from those thoughts, or if you just want to hang out, don’t be afraid to reach out.” He carefully took the icing bag from Patton’s shaky hands. “Now, why don’t we leave these here for a moment? I’ve found that making fun of shitty romcoms can really cheer people up.”

Patton nodded, tears still streaming down his face. “That sounds like fun.”

They entered the living room, and Janus suddenly realized that their clothes were covered in flour and other baking ingredients. “Come with me.” He led Patton upstairs and past his own room to another door. “This used to be Virgil’s room before he moved out, but he keeps a few sets of clothes in here for when he stays over.”

Patton frowned. “Janus, I’m quite a bit… wider than Virgil.” He blushed as he half-heartedly gestured to his own body.

Janus smiled softly. “There’s nothing wrong with that. And besides, Virgil prefers looser clothing, so I’m sure the clothes in here will fit you. Plus, I’m sure Virgil would appreciate seeing you in his clothes.” He saw Patton blush harder and smirked. He opened one of the drawers and picked out a baggy t-shirt and some sweatpants. “Put these on, and be careful of your bandages. I’ll change in my room, and we’ll meet downstairs. We’ll watch romcoms and give each other facials while we eat cupcakes. Does that sound reasonable?” Patton nodded. “Good, I’ll see you then.”

As Janus put on his snake pajamas for the second time that day, he contemplated the man in the other room. Janus had been afraid that Patton was secretly manipulative behind his caring persona, but he couldn’t have been further from the truth. Because under the face of bubbly joy and compassion, Patton was an injured soul, just like Janus.

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Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.

Janus looked up from his philosophy book to look at Logan, who was reading a similar philosophy book. The two of them were alone in Janus’ library. Patton and Roman were both working, and Remus had dragged Virgil to some event going on downtown. Janus and Logan had no new information to share (*cough* gossip *cough*) so the two of them were enjoying each other’s company while reading. However, Logan’s phone had just started vibrating. Janus watched from the corner of his eye as Logan read the texts with a small smile on his face before answering.

“Did one of your boyfriends just text you?” Logan jumped slightly, apparently forgetting that Janus was in the room. He shook his head.

“No, it was just Sam. They’re my friend and classmate. I’m sure you’ve heard of Patton’s employee Katherine?” Janus nodded, remembering the stories that Virgil would tell about his interactions with Patton and Katherine (or Kyle, depending on the day). “The two of them have been in a romantic relationship for several years. Sam was just asking me for my opinion on where their next date should take place. They tend to overthink things a lot, and it can be amusing to read their mile-long text about how much they want this to be perfect for Katherine.”

Janus nodded before realizing something. “You said that Sam is also your classmate? I know you go to the local college, but what are you studying?”

Logan blushed. “Astronomy, along with a few classes in public speech and teaching. I wish to work at the local planetarium.”

Janus frowned. “You’re taking those classes, plus you bought a house and Patton’s bakery?”

Logan nodded. “We’ve taken out several large loans over the years. We’ve paid off the house loan and most of the loan for Patton’s bakery, but we’re still paying off the loans for my schooling.” He turned back to the book, and Janus blinked in surprise.

“You do know that we would help you pay for those loans, correct?”

Logan stared for a moment. “But they’re my loans. It’s my responsibility to pay them off. And ever since we started living with Virgil and no longer have to pay for housing, we’ve had more money saved up to pay them off.”

Janus’ eyebrows furrowed. “You deal with the finances too? I assumed that was something Patton dealt with.”

Logan shook his head. “I deal with all of our budgets and our daily schedules. The others tend to forget how much money or energy they are spending, so I have to be the one to ‘reel them in.’”

Janus pressed on. “Along with your college education and your job at the library? How do you have time for anything?” He knew he was a hypocrite for saying this, but Janus needed to know. Was Logan some sort of perfectionist, who needed to be in control of everything? Or maybe he didn’t actually do half of this, and he was lying? No, he couldn’t be lying. Janus was pretty good at telling when someone was lying, and Logan seemed pretty truthful.

Logan sighed. “In all honesty, I don’t. Every moment of my day is mapped out to make life easier for me and my partners. Today was supposed to be used to spend time with Virgil, but I understand he hasn’t had any personal time with Remus lately. Still, their planning was so sudden that I now have nothing to do for the next few hours, and it makes me feel… inadequate.”

Janus nodded, finally understanding. “You feel as though you must use your actions to prove your worth as a person and boyfriend. And when there is no action to be performed, you feel as though you failed. That’s why you keep yourself busy.” Logan nodded, and Janus sighed. “I keep myself busy for a similar reason. I do so to prove that I am more than what I was taught to be. I am a CEO, and a singer, and a friend, and a boyfriend. Not just a conniving snake or a whiny brat. I have a purpose, and I sometimes feel inadequacy when I’m not actively fulfilling it.” He set down his philosophy book, having lost the intention of continuing. “But Logan, you don’t need to spend every moment of your life proving yourself. I know for a fact that you could ask for just about anything, and Virgil would bend over backwards to make it happen. Because he loves you for you, not for your actions or your purpose. He loves you for your intelligence, and your love of sweets, and your desire to debate. He loves the way you scrunch your nose when he says or does something odd. He loves the fond exasperation you have every time he or Patton or Roman show grand displays of affection.”

Logan blinked, his mouth hanging open slightly. “He… does?”

Janus nodded. “Yes, he does. He tells me this almost every day. Every moment he’s not with you three, he’s thinking about you. He’ll go on for hours about how much the three of you mean to him. And Logan,” Logan blinked again. “Just because you like to be busy, doesn’t mean that you can’t rely on others. Physically, mentally, emotionally or financially. Virgil will do anything for you, and I’m willing to pull a few strings for someone who can make Virgil smile as bright as he has been over the past year.” Was Janus being a hypocrite about asking for help? Yes. Did Logan know this? Maybe, Janus couldn’t tell. But it didn’t really matter at the moment, as the two of them shared a smile before turning back to their books. Janus was happy to note that Logan’s posture was much more relaxed, and he seemed more interested in the book.

Janus smiled as he read his book. He had feared that Logan was cold and controlling. But behind his face of diligence and intelligence, Logan was a tired soul, just like Janus.

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“Roman, please tell me those swords aren’t real.”

Roman scoffed, twirling one of the swords in his hand. “No, but they’re authentic enough to be fun to spar with. So, do you wanna spar?”

Janus stared at the swords in Roman’s hands. They looked like fencing swords, with white and black hilts respectively. “And why do you wish to fence with me?” Roman had specifically asked Janus to meet him at Virgil’s house for this. He was the only one home at the time, so it was just the two of them in the backyard.

Roman sighed. “Because no one else would say yes and if I asked Remus he would find a way to turn it into a fight to the near-death.” He smirked. “Besides, imagine how hot you would look to Remus if you could fight with a sword.”

Janus sighed, taking off his coat and hat. “You’re not going to let me say no, are you?”

Roman smiled as he handed over one of the swords. “Nope! Now, here’s what you’ve gotta do.” Roman talked Janus through the proper stances and how to hold his sword.

After a few minutes of practicing, Janus asked the question that had been on his mind for a while. “Roman, where did you find these swords? And how do you know how to fence?”

Roman shrugged. “Since I’m friends with the owner, I’m allowed to keep a lot of the props from our plays. We just finished one that included a fencing scene. The other actress and I were given lessons on how to fence so we wouldn’t hurt ourselves.” He laughed, and Janus suddenly felt a chill go down his spine. “And now that I’ve given you equal footing.” He began moving his sword with much more speed and precision, and Janus struggled to block. Even though Janus knew that the sword couldn’t harm him too badly, seeing Roman like this made Janus’ defences kick into overdrive. “Now is the perfect time to ask about your intentions with my brother.”

Janus struggled to even comprehend the question as he blocked the blows. “What?”

Roman laughed again, letting up for a moment. “You heard what I said. What are your intentions with my brother?”

Janus huffed. “What are your intentions with Virgil?”

Roman smiled as he continued striking with his sword. “My goal is to make my boyfriends feel just as much love as they make me feel. If they ever feel like my love for them is waning or falsified, then I have failed.” He put all of his force into the next swing, and Janus could no longer hold onto his own sword as it was knocked out of his hand. “But you dodged the question. What are your intentions with my brother?”

Janus then realized something. “You’re his next of kin.”

Roman frowned tilting his head. “Yes? What does that have to do with your intentions?”

Janus sighed, nearly slouching with relief. “My family has always been a stickler for traditions. While most of those traditions are homophobic or mysogynistic, there are a few that still mean a lot to me. One of them is getting permission from parents. All of my family is dead, so I only needed permission on Remus’ side. I told his parents of my intentions, but I was unable to get their permission. I’ve been spending the past few weeks wondering what I would do since I didn’t have their permission, but the two of you essentially disowned your parents. So naturally, permission would go to next of kin-”

“Janus!” Janus’ eyes snapped to meet Roman’s, and Janus suddenly realized that he was hyperventilating. “Look at me. In for four, hold for seven, out for eight. Match my breathing.” Janus forced himself to calm as he matched Roman’s breathing. Why was he so nervous? He had been completely calm and collected when talking to Mr and Mrs Prince. So why was this so much more special?

Because Remus cares about Roman. Virgil cares about Roman. Roman had the ability to take away everyone that Janus had.

“Janus, look at me.” Janus tried to focus on Roman’s voice. “I know you’d never intentionally hurt my brother. Whatever you’re trying to say, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Just calm down, collect your thoughts, and let it out.”

Janus did just that. He took a deep breath, collected his thoughts, and let it out. “I’m asking for permission to marry your brother.” There was silence. Janus tried to figure out what Roman was thinking, but his face was impassive. “Roman?”

“Does Remus know?”

Janus swallowed before shaking his head. “No, Remus doesn’t know. I’ve been worrying myself out of my mind for a while now. Besides, the four of you have provided enough chaos over the past few months. I wanted to wait until things calmed down before proposing.”

Roman pressed the tip of the sword to Janus’ neck. “If you so much as think about hurting Remus, I will make you suffer a pain worse than death. I just got my brother back, and I’m not losing him to anyone.”

Janus closed his eyes. “If I ever hurt Remus in any way, I would wish for nothing more than to suffer for eternity.”

There was a moment of silence before the sword was removed. A hand was put on Janus’ shoulders and he suppressed a flinch. “I trust you.”

Janus’ eyes snapped open to meet Roman’s. His face showed nothing but compassion, a big difference from Janus’ shock. “What?”

Roman smiled. “You say you never wish to harm Remus, and I trust you. You have my blessing.” He leaned down and picked up Janus’ sword from the ground. “Would you like a rematch? And perhaps some assistance in proposing?”

Janus gave a shaky smile, accepting the sword. “Yes, to both.”

Janus smiled as he clashed swords with his future fiance’s brother. Janus had assumed that he was aggressive, like he’d shown himself to be in other instances. But behind the face of cockiness and pride, Roman was a protective soul, just like Janus.

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baejl · 4 years ago

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sharing rooms

red velvet 6th member au \\ superm 8th member au

jaein trying to get in good terms with the boys

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"Wow..." Jaein said, opening the door of that huge house SuperM was going to stay for the next months and laughing with the boys running around the big living room.

She place her suitcase near the door and followed them to the opened area there.

"The swimming pool is here!" Baekhyun said, pointing at it.

When Jaein stepped out, the hot weather hit her and she had to close her eyes to adjust to the sunlight. After having a quick tour on the outside, they decided to take a look at the rooms.

All the four main rooms were pretty nice: they all had one or two couple beds, some had a suit with a spa, another one had a shared bathroom with the other room, everything from the best only for them, and there was outside the house, smaller than a utility room, that no one wanted to stay.

But, there was something that sooner or later someone would bring: how would they choose the rooms.

Although Jaein knew all of her members close enough, the only one she might feel somewhat comfortable about sharing a room with, was Taemin, but the probability of that to happen was almost zero.

After some minutes doing a tour around the place, they were back on the couch - actually, Jaein was squeezed between Taeyong and Taemin.

"I'm so hyped!" Lucas said excited and Jaein giggled of how naive he sound when he was speaking in korean.

"I feel like I could jump into the pool right now..." Kai complemented.

"So," Ten hissed. "what are we going to do about the rooms?"

"First, let's talk about the rooms we personally like." Baekhyun suggested.

"Hmmm, look at him talking like a leader." Jaein mocked him and the boys laughed while Baekhyun threw a pillow on her.

"Honestly, I really like the last room on this side." Mark said pointing at the side and Jaein hummed, agreeing with him. "About sharing a bathroom, if I have a stomachache is kinda like..." he grimaced.

Jaein and Kai cracked up while the other tried to get the boy's point.

"For real, that's something I've always experienced while living with others..." Mark tried to explain himself.

"Why? Is it loud?" Jaein asked, still laughing.

"It's not about the noise, is about the smell." he quickly said, making her laugh even more.

After a couple more minutes when the boys had said their opinions, it was Jaein's turn. Taemin leaned back on the couch so the other members could also see her.

"I don't care about sharing a room, at all. But, I don't care about who is going to stay in the room that has the spa, but I'll use it." she warned and the boys laughed. "And I'm also okay about being alone. As long as I get to sleep, it's okay."

"Let's draw lots to decide the order..." Taeyong suggested.

"Oh nooooo..." Taemin whined and leaned back on Jaein, who giggled and hugged his torso.

The production handed them a piece of paper and a pen so they could write the numbers down, and a vase, so they could mix the papers and randomly choose one. After doing all the arrangement, Mark was the first one to pick the paper.

"Don't show it yet, hold on..." Baekhyun said, excited.

After Taemin, Jaein sighed and put her arm inside the expensive vase, choosing a paper.

"Nooona!" Lucas teased her when she was taking too long..

"I'm not your noona!" she said with a fake angry tone and pulled out any paper.

"If you have any respect for me, please, don't make me share a room with Jaein." Kai begged and the girl playful kicked him.

When the revealed the orders - Taeyong, Baekhyung, Jaein, Taemin, Mark, Ten, Kai and lastly, Lucas - the staff asked them to make a quick mic check while the other members were choosing their rooms.

"Do you really want room number three?" Jaein who was sitting on the kitchen island asked Taemin, who nodded. "What about you?" she asked Taeyong, who was fixing his hair on his hat.

"I don't know yet." he said, shrugging.

"I won't take your rooms, if you don't take the one near to the barbecue balcony." she proposed, almost whispering so only they could listen, and they laughed.

"Are you threatening us, Jaeinssi?" Taeyoung said.

"I'm before you. I can take your room, idiot!" she answered, sticking her tongue at him, giggling.

Half an hour later, after Baekhyun and Taeyong choosing their rooms, it was Jaein's turn. She took her luggage where she left and before leaving the kitchen, she turned at the boys left.

"Listen, I'll only take the smaller room if you promise me whoever takes the bigger one will let me use the mirror and the spa." she suggested.

The boys cracked up, nodding.

"Go ahead, diva." Ten said with a smile.

"Do you promise me?" she asked again, just to be sure, and the boys nodded. "Okay."

She took her bags all the way through the kitchen and the barbecue area, going down the stairs and getting on the small room there, it wasn't that small but it was a notable smaller than the other ones. It had a double bed, with a small bathroom with only a toilet, a shower and a small mirror above the toilet.

"Things I don't do for them..." she mumbled before laying down on that bed, gasping.

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mypassionsarenysins · 5 years ago

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Old Love, New Love Ch. 6

(Past Dean Winchester x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: It’s been four years since Dean Winchester broke her heart, now that he has to work with her, how will old feelings resurface?

A/N: The proposal, and an unexpected ending!! Hope you guys like it.

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Sam had been staying with you for five days and you couldn’t be happier. You felt like it was LA all over again, but this time you had to share Sam with Bucky.

They had become close in the week Sam stayed in New York. He would go to the office with you, conference call Cas and Gabriel, and he would also hang out with you and the rest of your family.

Sam had also become close with Steve and Sam Wilson. All four men would talk in hush voices making Bucky blush which you didn’t understand (but they were all pretty weird so…) and never really payed attention.

This weekend the biggest gala of New York was going to happen. The Veterans Gala was the event of the year. It was hosted by Stark Industries and Barnes Medical and you couldn’t wait. It was a great way to get donations to help veterans who needed it. You couldn’t be prouder of Bucky. Even though he hated public appearances he had done this event since he and Tony started working together. Since you two had been dating you had always been by his side, helping him when his anxiety got the best of him.

Today was Friday and the Gala was the next day and you couldn’t wait. You had date night with Bucky, but something felt different.

You had the busiest day ever. You had a meeting with Steve and Wilson, followed by meeting with Pepper, and a conference call with Cas. It had been a long morning and as you make your way to the office you notice two people sitting in the couch at the corner of the office.

John and Mary Winchester stare at you like a daughter coming back home. Tear accumulate in the corner of your eyes as you hug both Winchester’s.

“Sweat heart we’ve missed you so much,” John says as he hugs you tightly and kisses your forehead.

“My sweat girl it’s been so long,” Mary says as she kisses your cheek lovingly.

You could only smile. “Come on it hasn’t been that long you where here last month,” you said as you take a seat in the couch in front of them. “I was expecting you until tomorrow morning.”

Both Winchesters stare at each other and smirk.

“We had some business before the Gala,” John says as he stands up and he helps Mary up.

You only stare at them with questioning eyes.

“We have to go darling, but we will see you later.” Mary kisses you again and head to the door.

Once she is out of sight John turns to you. He grabs your hand and helps you up. “ I know you are confused but you will understand everything later.” He ruffles your hair and before you get a chance to answer he is out of the door.

You take a deep breath and go sit on your desk. It was 3 pm and your date was at 8 so you still had time to go home and dress.

What where you supposed to wear. Bucky said to dress nice and that you guys would have a dinner in The Tower, so as you set everything to leave for the day you start to go through your wardrobe.

As you get in the elevator you get the idea to call Peggy. She always had a solution.

“Hello, the love of your life speaking,” she answered with a smile on her voice.

“Hey Peggy,” you answer a little bit distracted.

“Are you alright dear?” She asked concerned lacing your voice.

You sigh, “I don’t know Pegg, it’s just I have this weird feeling today, and I have date night and Bucky told me to dress nice and I don’t know what to wear.” You said your shoulders dropping.

Peggy laughs. “Okay, how about I meet you in the tower and I help you. I’m done for the day.”

You smile, “thank you thank you so much!!” You laugh as you feel some relief.

“I’ll be there in 30.” She says and hangs up.

As you paced around your room you start taking out dress after dress, pants after pants. And you still couldn’t pick anything you wanted to wear. As you kept pacing in the room you turn to see Peggy in the doorway smiling happily at you.

“You are finally here,” you smile as you run to hug her.

“And it looks like a tornado was just here.” She smiles as she makes some room on the bed moving the pile of dresses.

You flop face down on the bed and scream. You can only hear Peggy’s laugh.

She stands up. “Okay stop it, we need to get to work.” She smiles.

You turn and sit on the bed arms crossed on your chest. “I don’t know why he made such a big deal about today,” you pout.

Peggy just keeps looking at your closet. She reaches for a dress that you forgot you bought. It was saved for a special occasion.

Your eyes went wide as you smile realizing it was the perfect dress.

“Oh my god I didn’t even remember that dress.” You squeal.

As you stand up and pull some black pumps to match the red dress.

“Come on let’s get you ready!!” Peggy says as he drags you to the bathroom.

It was now 8:00 pm and you where read. A sexy red dress with a slit, black pumps, your hair in soft curls (thanks to Peggy), and small diamond earring.

You felt beautiful.

Peggy had also gave you a very natural makeup look. Soft eyeshadow and a nude color on the lips.

As you make your way up the roof of the tower you think back on how weird this day had been. You felt like something was happening. Coming into a stop the elevator door opens and you gasp.

As you step into the small garden Tony had made on the roof you where mesmerized. Twinkling lights hanged all over, flowers placed everywhere, in small vases and big vases. You where in so much awe that you didn’t notice all your friends and family hiding behind the enormous flower arrangements.

As you kept walking you saw him.

Bucky stands at the end of the makeshift hall, candles illuminating him, and as you approach your breath is stolen at the beautiful looking at you all the love in the world.

As you arrive to where he was he grabs your hands and places a small kiss on your lips. “You look beautiful,” he says as he grabs both of your hands.

As Bucky grabs your hands he kneels in front of you.

You gasp as tears start falling out your eyes and smile.

He clears his throat. “(Y/N) when I met you I knew I would never meet a more beautiful woman ever. Then we started talking and realized that not only where you beautiful on the outside, but on the inside too.” He takes a deep breath and continues, “And then when you agreed to date me I was the happiest man on the earth. Even after you learned about my pas, how much the war affected me, you still had kind words filled with love and I will never feel like I am enough.”

As he takes a black velvet box from his jacket he says, “I am here to ask you if you will make me the honor of becoming my wife, not just because I love you, but because you have given me all of your heart even though it was broken before I met you.”

You cry and yell a loud “YES!” And fall into his arms.

As you kiss him passionately you say in his ear, “it would be my greatest honor to marry you, and to be there to support whatever may come to us.”

Bucky has tears in his eyes as you both stand up, and he slips the beautiful diamond ring into your finger.

As you are about to kiss again you can hear a big cheer behind you. You can hear all your family and friends and as you grab Bucky’s hand you start walking towards them.

Everybody is there both Sam’s, Jess, Steve, Peggy, Tony, Pepper, John, Mary, and everyone who you had a deep love for.

As everybody starts congratulating and you turn towards where Pepper, John, Mary, and Bucky’s parents are located.

“So thats why you are here,” you ask as John wraps his arms around you.

He smiles and just hums as Mary runs her hand through your hair.

“Well,” Tony said motioning to the ring. “That going to cause some spectacle at the Gala tomorrow.”

You smile and throw your arms around Tony and Pepper.

You smile starting to tear up again. “I am so happy all of you are here,” you let a small sob, “My parents would be so happy that I have you guys here with me.”

With those words all got into a group hug, and seeing this Bucky joins the hug.

“Whats happening,” he whispers as you let a laugh from your lips.

The next Saturday you woke up in the apartment, happily cuddling into Bucky’s chest watching the ring shining in the sunlight.

As a smile makes its way to your lis you see Bucky start shifting meaning he is waking up. You just bury your face on his chest more making the man giggle.

“Morning fiancé,” he smiles down at you as he places a soft kiss on your temple.

“Morning love,” you smile kissing his nose.

As you two start cuddling more and more, thing heating up, Bucky’s phone ring. You can hear his groan and you just laugh at the pouty man.

With a deep breath Bucky picks up the phone, “Steve,” he groans as you get up and put on Bucky’s discarded shirt.

“Yeah I’ll be there, yeah I’ll let her know.” Bucky hummed into the phone as he got up and put on some sweats.

As Bucky walks into the kitchen h find you with two cups of coffee and your phone in your hand seated on the counter. He just stares as you thinking about how in love he is with you.

“What did Steve want?” You as smirking as he steps between your legs taking his cup from the counter.

“We have a meeting with some people from Winchesters, apparently Castiel and Gabriel Novak want to do an inspection.” He says.

You smile at him, “Then you better start getting ready.” As you walk away he playfully smacks your butt.

“Also he said to tell you that the girls are kidnapping you. Apparently tonight Gala is a reason for a spa day or something.” He shrugs and continues to way his way to the bedroom.

You walk to the closet where Bucky is picking some clothes for the day. His tux and your dress hanging on one side of the closet.

You hug him from behind feeling his back muscles and you hear him hum.

“I love you James Barnes,” you say hugging him tightly.

He turns around and lowers his head until both of your foreheads are connected.

He stares deeply in your eyes, happiness shinning through. “I love you (Y/N)(Y/L/N), and I can’t believe we are getting married.”

You smile and as your lips are about to connect you hear a knock on the door. You groan loudly and grab your robe.

Bucky chuckles as he hears you cursing under your breath.

You make your way to the door and open it to see Wanda, Peggy, and Natasha all with a smile on their faces with an additional Starbucks cup for you.

“Let’s go princess, its spa day” Wanda shouts as she hugs you.

As you are about to answer Bucky comes out of the bedroom. “Ladies,” he smirks.

“Hey Buck,” Nat smiles as she takes her turn to hug you.

“Just letting you know that we are kidnapping our dear (Y/N),” Peggy says as she hands you the coffee.

Bucky looks at Peggy, “she is mine you know,” he says with a pout.

Peggy just hugs you more and sticks her young at him.

You laugh and you escape Peggy’s arms. You make your way to Bucky and kiss him sweetly on the lips.

“Have a good day, I’ll see you tonight.” You whisper sweetly.

“Have a good day with the girls.” He says. “Ladies,” he nods towards the group.

“BUCKY,” they all yell a the same time.

You laugh as you turn to the girls, Bucky leaving you to have a spa day.

“So what’s the plan?” You look at the three girls all of them wearing sinister smiles. “Oh boy,” you laugh as the girls push you into the bedroom to start getting changed.

As the day goes you all had brunch with mimosas, then to the nail salon, then to the spa, after that you all met at the apartment. The girls had sent their gowns to the apartment, also your makeup artist and hair stylist would be there in an hour. Bucky had also picked up his tux, taking it to Steve’s where the guys would be getting ready also he would be inviting sam with him.

You all had your make up and hair done, and slipped into your gowns when you received a text form Bucky sayin that the guys where outside waiting for you.

Bucky was chatting with Steve and Clint when he head heels walking towards them, as looks up he sees his girl walking towards him in a beautiful blue dress and Bucky couldn’t breath.

“How do we look?” Nat asked with a smirk as she made her way towards Clint. He kisses her softly her red dress in a siren shape captivating him.

“Beautiful” he says with a smirk as he twirls her.

“You look beautiful doll,” Steve says as he kisses Peggy’s cheek. Her white gown glowing.

“Thank you Steven” you answer before Peggy has a chance.

The group laughs at your antic to which Steve groans.

“Where is Sam?” You ask before you can continue you say, “Winchester.”

“We dropped him off with his parents,” Steve says.

“Let’s get this show on the road.” Clint says as you start getting inside the limo.

As the night progresses, you walk the red carpet, staying behind Bucky as he is interviewed by journalist. Its not that you don’t want to be with him, but he was the star of the event.

As you go inside you have a flute of champagne in hand when people start asking you about the engagement and ring. Everybody congratulating you both.

As the night goes on you and Buck take the dance floor happiness surrounding you both.

As you start swaying to a soft ballad whose name you didn’t know you hear a commotion. You both turn to see Dean Winchester approaching you both with anger in his face. Before he can reach you both Sam drags him by the arm.

Bucky turns to you with concerned eyes, only to see anger in yours.

“You okay doll?” He asks quietly.

As you continue to look you see John leaving behind Sam.

“Go doll, I’ll be right there.” He says softly.

As you walk towards the hallway where the Winchester are located you take a deep breath and walk in with you head held high.

Bucky walks to find Sam and Steve. When both men look at him and see his eyes they know something is wrong.

“What happened?” Sam asks as the three walk to where is emptier.

“Dean Winchester showed up,” Bucky says as he lets an angry sigh leave his lips.

“The fuck is that guy doing here?” Sam asks again as Steve focuses his eyes in Bucky.

“I don’t know but I don’t like it.” Bucky says sternly.

“Where’s (Y/N)” Steve asks with concern.

“She went to talk to them,” Bucky notions at the hallway.

“You should go man,” Sam says as he pats his shoulders.

Bucky nods his head and head towards the trouble.

As he arrives he sees Dean grabbing you and about to pull you towards him when he yells “Let her go.”

Dean lets you go and you run towards him.

He could only stare at the man rage in his eyes.

“Everything okay doll?” He asks concern and anger in his eyes.

You look over at Dean with angry eyes, “Yeah, he was just leaving.” You say.

Before Dean can go away Bucky turns towards him. “I was wondering if we could have a word.” Bucky says as he inflates his chest and keeps a had protectively in your waist.

You stare at both men who had murder in their eyes.

“Of course,” Dean says with a smirk.

“After you,” he nods towards the balcony.

“I’ll be right back,” Bucky says as he kisses you softly.

You only stared as both men walked away. You take a deep breath and go to find Sammy and Steve knowing you would need their help.

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