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Steven Universe Shipping Opinions: Bluebird

It should have been them.

It should have been them!

[mitsuyeaah]

DEVIL IN DISGUISE

SANZU HARUCHIYO x f! reader

“he lies, he bluffs, he’s unpredictable. he is a sucker with a gun, a bad boy with a tainted heart, a villain by the devil’s law.”

cw: sugar daddy!sanzu, law student!reader, nsfw (mdni), smut, implied age gap (late twenties sanzu, early twenties reader), bdsm (gunplay, restraint, blindfold), rough unprotected sex, creampie, slight exhibitionism, oral (m & f receiving, cum swallowing), alcohol use (brief), mentions of smoking, mentions of drug use, swearing, pet names (pretty girl, princess, baby), degradation

word count: 11k

a/n: my piece for The #SugarDaddyCollab event by @sleepysnk !! © divider: anlian-aishang

The loud bass of the music reverberated throughout your body, the bouncing strobe lights of the dimly lit club making it hard to navigate through, especially with the sea of sweaty bodies grinding against each other.

You adjusted the black masquerade mask that rested on your nose that partially hid the top part of your face—except your eyes—before reaching for the tray full of alcoholic beverages that were in various interesting colours.

“Oh, I’ll take those. Manager told me she wanted you to specifically serve a private VIP room today, the Golden Room. Quickly! You have to be there before our clients.” Your co-worker swiftly took the tray full of drinks, ushering you away before hastily leaving, her short figure blending in amongst the crowd of people until she was nowhere to be seen.

The Golden Room. It was the most expensive private VIP room that the club had to offer as it had its own floor at the very top of the building, overlooking the bustling nightlife of Roppongi. The private room had its exclusive DJ and mini-bar that catered to the client’s needs—and only their needs—along with a personal server, which was you for tonight.

For the past few months that you’ve been working at this club, you have never been asked to serve one of the private VIP rooms, let alone the most expensive one. You were always down at the main floor serving drinks, blending in with the huge crowd that never seemed to die down, even at early hours of the morning.

Trying to make yourself presentable, you hastily made your way to the main elevators to get to the top floor. In all honesty, you were quite nervous about this, not only was it your first time being a personal server, but it was also because you knew that the clients had money, a lot of money, so you couldn’t afford to be fucking up your job any time soon.

After passing all the other floors in the building, the elevator dinged and its doors slid open to reveal an exquisite room, as expected. You finally knew why it was called the Golden Room, this private space had accents of gold everywhere, from the chandelier down to its marbled floor, it also housed a spacious balcony that overlooked the teeming city down below, this section of the club was so high up that you swore you could almost reach the dark clouds above.

Thankfully, the said clients still weren’t there which gave you ample amounts of time to calm yourself down and be at your best behaviour, you couldn’t afford to lose this job due to a simple mistake.

There were only three people in the room at the moment, you, the bartender who already worked on drinks, and the DJ who was busy fiddling with his controllers, music already coming out of the speakers.

You stood by the mini-bar, waiting for the patrons to walk in so you could warmly welcome them.

The elevator door dinged, revealing a lone man standing inside it. He was fairly tall, rosy pink hair that ended in a long mullet, noticeable scars on either corners of his lips, and deep turquoise eyes that complimented his prominent thick lashes.

The man strutted in, sporting a striped navy blue three-piece suit and a white button up, your eyes followed him as he sat in the middle of the long leather couch that rested against the wall, crossing his legs and resting his elbows on the backrest, his aquamarine gaze already on you.

That’s it? That’s our client? Just him? Questions ran through your mind as no other person walked out from the elevator, just the pink-haired man, all alone.

You realised he must’ve had a shit ton of money to be booking the most extravagant room that this club had to offer, all for himself. Goddamn, rich people really are something else, you thought.

It was awkward.

The pink-haired man stared at you and didn’t even bother hiding it, you felt small under his intense gaze, also making you conscious about the black strapless latex top you were wearing. You shifted uncomfortably, he was still staring at you but that was when you remembered you completely forgot to greet him.

Oh shit. You were too distracted admiring the patron.

Your eyes widened a bit at the realisation, embarrassment slowly engulfing your body as you tried to take long confident strides toward the man, black thigh high boots clicking against the gold-accented marbled floor with every step you took. You plastered a warm smile, standing in front of the patron before introducing yourself and warmly welcoming him.

Well done, already fucking up the job, you thought, but the turquoise-eyed man let out a small chuckle, his voice deep but smooth like velvet, “Aren’t you cute?” He tilted his head to the side, a small smirk forming upon his pink lips. It was a bit hard not to stare at the scar that decorated his face, but you tried your best not to shift your gaze downward, not even the slightest bit.

You let out a shy laugh, “Thank you, I’ll be your personal server for tonight. If you need anything, I’ll be over there, at the mini-bar.” You couldn’t care less about his little compliment, you’ve heard the varieties of it, coming from different types of men that you had previously served.

It was common sense to expect some customers—if not all—to act this way toward the servers, and it honestly sickened you how some men could think that it was okay to talk to women like this. Yes, you and your co-workers were employees of a club but that didn’t give them the liberty to say and do anything they wanted.

After all, you guys were just trying to make a living. The least customers could do was extend their respect to mere club employees.

As you walked back to the mini-bar, you swore you could feel his burning gaze on you but you shook it off and ignored it, after all, he was just like any other man you’ve interacted with in this club.

“Whiskey, on the rocks.” He signalled the bartender behind you before pulling something out from his pocket, you didn’t know what it was but he was writing something, not that you cared.

Shortly after, the bartender set a lowball glass on the tray, the translucent coppery liquid modestly filling the glass, complemented with ice. You grabbed the tray and made your way over to the man situated on the sofa, neatly setting the cold drink before him.

“Sanzu.” The rosy-haired man spoke up from where he sat, pocketing whatever he was writing on and leaned forward to reach for the drink, “Hm?” You blinked at him, unsure what to reply, eyes wide and giving him a curious look

“Name ‘s Sanzu.” “Oh, alrigh—” “Why don’t you come hang out with me a little, hm?” Sanzu cut you off, an expectant look forming in his pretty aquamarine eyes. You awkwardly looked around as if there was someone you could ask for permission, but nonetheless, you hesitantly made your way over to him.

You sat next to him, knees touching together and arms neatly folded on your lap as if you were getting a formal photograph taken. There was ample room between the two of you, although it looked awkward, you decided it would be more awkward if you had sat next to Sanzu so closely, given the fact that you didn’t even know this man and he was a patron.

“I’m not really sure if this is professional. It’s protocol that I am not to sit with any pat—” “It’s completely fine, I personally know the people who own this club.” Sanzu slung one arm on the back rest while the other held the whiskey, bringing it up to his lips.

All you could do was nod, clearly, there was nothing else you could argue about.

Sanzu set the empty glass on the table and shifted his whole body to face you, “Tell me… what’s a pretty girl like you working at a club like this? That glint in your eyes screams innocence.” He lifted the slender hand that rested on the backrest and brought it up to your black mask, tracing each intricate design that decorated it.

His hand ventured further to one side of your face, reaching for the satin bow behind your head that secured the mask, his slender fingers tangling with the loops of the bow before pulling at the loose end, causing your mask to fall on your lap.

How exquisite. Sanzu keenly tilted his head to the side, turquoise eyes brimming with such interest.

“I asked you a question, pretty girl.” A saccharine smile formed on his scarred lips. You snapped out of your trance, blinking up at him, “Oh, uh, ‘m just here to pay my bills and student loan…” you whispered, a bit embarrassed.

“Oh? And does this club pay you enough to do so?”

It didn’t. Your pay was just enough to get you through each week but you were practically scraping through, most of your meals were from the convenience store and there were times where you didn’t bring any lunch to eat in between your lectures due to your financial situation. It also didn’t help the fact that the weekly allowance from your parents all went to the dorm you rented.

Your parents weren’t white-collar workers like the customers you encountered in this club, they walked with confidence, swiping their cards left and right without a care in the world. Their wrists and neck decorated with heavy and expensive accessories while also donning luxury brands from head-to-toe that were probably expensive enough to pay for at least half of—if not more than—your tuition fee.

You assumed Sanzu was a white-collar worker, seeing the way he strutted into the room earlier, like he owned it, and the way he was neatly dressed and not a single wrinkle on his expensive suit. You also noticed the shiny watch he sported on his left wrist, glimmering under the lights.

“No.” You simply answered, gaze fixed on your hands that were slowly balling into fists.

Where was this conversation even going? You thought.

Was he here to degrade and make fun of your social status? Mock you because you weren’t in the same tax bracket? Flaunt his dirty money in your face? You’ve encountered this many times with other customers, belittling your very existence because of a simple mistake you’ve made.

It never bothered you these days like it did when you first encountered it, you remember crying on the toilet as you replayed the scene of a customer yelling harsh words at you, it didn’t help that they were also quite intoxicated. You were used to it by now but it was tiring, you didn’t need strangers telling you left and right that you weren’t like them.

“What if I tell you I could pay you more? Much more than your job can.”

You met his gaze, brows furrowing as you were confused about what this whole conversation was about. God, was he a businessman wanting to recruit employees? If he was, then this is highly unprofessional, you thought.

“I don’t quite follow…?”

Sanzu just gave you a small chuckle before pulling something out from his pocket and handing it to you, “If you decide you’re too good for this environment, I’m just a call away.” He stood up and made his way towards the elevator, bidding goodbye to the DJ, bartender and you.

He gave you one last smile before the elevator doors shut in front of him, and just like that, Sanzu was gone.

You let out a breath you’ve been holding ever since you entered this room and looked down at the folded piece of paper on your lap. With curiosity, you opened the paper, ‘I’m just getting started’ it wrote, with his number in red ink. You were about to shove it into your pocket until you noticed another paper behind it, your eyes widened.

It was a cheque. Was this what he was writing earlier?

Haruchiyo Sanzu, it stated on the top left corner, but what shocked you the most was the amount ordered to pay you, it was clearly more than what you made in your part-time job and was enough to get you through the week, more than a week, even.

How could Sanzu just give you this much money without batting an eye? Let alone a stranger he had just met. Was he crazy? But then your mind wandered back to the sentence on the other piece of paper, ‘I’m just getting started.’ Did that indicate he was able to give you more?

Surely not.

Boy, were you wrong. You contemplated for days on end whether to call Sanzu or not, it was very tempting but what if he was just bluffing? You knew he wasn’t, you went to the bank a few days ago to check if the cheque was fake or not, and to your surprise, it wasn’t fake. It had the exact amount of money stated on it.

A few weeks had passed when you finally decided to call Sanzu’s number due to the growing desperation for financial aid, you tried your best to rely on yourself and the part-time job at the club but it just wasn’t enough, you needed more. You needed what Sanzu was offering.

You were a bit hesitant to call him since you didn’t know if his offer still stood even after quite a period of time but you were desperate, and plus, it didn’t hurt to try. If he didn’t pick up then you’d have to suck it up and find other ways to support your living, even if it meant bending your back.

To your surprise, Sanzu did pick up, rather quickly, even.

Little did you know that this call was the pivoting point of your life, where you could finally say goodbye to your old lifestyle and welcome a new one you have never experienced before.

Upon meeting up with Sanzu, he had come clean about his intentions and how he was going to provide you anything and everything you ever wanted in exchange for company and sexual favours, and nothing else. A sugar daddy. You knew the offer was too good to not involve some kind of physical factors, but it wasn’t like you were new to sex.

Yes, others might view it as dirty and disrespectful to one’s self that they would simply let an older man ask them for sexual favours in return for the lavish lifestyle, but life was never butterflies and rainbows, life was harsh and as much as you’d hate to admit it, only the richest could survive among times like this where everything was in demand and becoming more expensive.

Looking at the situation at hand, it wasn’t like you had any other choice at this point. If the luxury life was going to welcome you with open arms through a man named Haruchiyo Sanzu, then you’d willingly let it.

You sat inside Sanzu’s white Bugatti Centodieci, on the way to a dinner reservation, the low roaring of its exhaust filling your ears as it came to a smooth halt at an intersection. You’ve been in this luxury car countless times before but you’ve never gotten quite used to it because you knew how expensive this vehicle was; you’ve done your research on some of the brands Sanzu sported, one of them being this extremely flamboyant car.

Your little research told you that there were only ten of the Centodieci models around the world, and Sanzu owned one of them. Your hands couldn’t help but sweat at the thought, causing you to smooth your pleated skirt down to wipe it off, “I like your nails, princess.” Sanzu reached a hand over the console and took yours, his fingers tracing the intricate details of your jewelled stiletto nails. Rhinestones gleaming underneath the bright city lights outside.

Not only were they embedded in expensive rhinestones but some of them were covered in 24K gold foil, costing your appointment at a whopping price but Sanzu never batted an eye when he swiped his card yesterday, no hesitation whatsoever. Last week, he had asked you to choose a nail design you really liked and he would take care of booking the appointment, of course, you jumped at that opportunity.

You knew why Sanzu loved paying for your nail appointments.

“Do you want me to test them out?” You blinked up at him and took his hand into yours, sensually massaging and rubbing it as if it were something else, god, Sanzu wished it was something else. He cursed under his breath at the sensation of his blood rushing down to his cock with need, his other hand gripping the leather steering wheel a little harder, knuckles turning painfully white as you continued with your ministrations,

“You always know what I want, huh?” He let out a breathy chuckle, shifting uncomfortably in his leather seat, cock now straining against his navy dress pants and begging to be let out. Sanzu skilfully manoeuvred his vehicle, taking desperate turns left and right to find a random deserted place to park, although it didn’t really matter if there were people around or not, his vehicle was heavily tinted and he liked the thrill of getting caught.

What were they gonna do? Stop him from getting head? They could try.

The tyres of Sanzu’s vehicle loudly skidded against the rough pavement of the empty parking lot as he desperately parked his car, not even bothering to situate his vehicle in a parking space, it was already evening and no one was around anyway.

“Fuck, come here.” Sanzu groaned, reclining his seat back and pulling your face closer to his own. You leaned over the console to kiss him, knees resting on the smooth material, one arm against the window of the driver’s side for support, and the other gripping the headrest behind his head.

Sanzu craned his neck forward to meet your gloss-stained lips, one hand firmly resting on your chin to keep you in place, while the other wandered elsewhere. His kisses held desperation in them, soft pillowy lips laced with hunger as it moved against your own. The man beneath you let out short erratic breaths that tickled below your nose, occasionally letting out soft eager whines into your lips.

He was usually on the dominant side, but fuck, was he needy when it came to receiving. Not that you complained, though, it was a pretty sight to see him all wrecked and at your mercy. It was priceless to see his authoritative demeanour crumble into nothing but a pathetic whining mess that begged for his cock to be touched and sucked on, even if it rarely happened.

You slightly jerked at Sanzu’s wandering hand that found its way to your inner thigh under the dimly lit car—the only source of light coming from the warm street lights of the parking lot—, slowly massaging and rubbing unfamiliar shapes at the supple flesh and earning a small whimper from you. His hand ventured around your outer thigh and flicked your skirt up, the skimpy fabric that was once barely covering your ass, now rested on your lower back and in full view for anyone who passed by the passenger’s window.

But you weren’t worried, Sanzu’s vehicle was tinted.

A small moan escaped your swollen lips but was swallowed down during the heated kiss with Sanzu as his large hand landed a merciless slap against the fat of your ass, the sharp searing pain from the sudden skin contact spreading across your backside making you wetter, “Put those pretty hands to use, baby.” He broke the kiss, lips ghosting over your own as he panted out, desperate for air to fill his lungs.

Sanzu placed both his hands behind his head and relaxed his torso against the warm leather seat to let you do your thing, his lust-filled turquoise eyes intently following your every move.

Shuffling closer to the evident tent in his pants, you placed your palm over his crotch, roughly palming his erection, causing a deep throaty groan from Sanzu, his back involuntarily arching away from the backrest and hands flying up to the headrest behind his head, gripping on it for his dear life. His eager eyes watched the way your twinkling nails moved against his strained cock, biting his lip at the sight and heat spreading throughout his body.

He loosened the black tie around his neck and hastily unbuttoned his collar so he could breathe better. You gave him a sly smile before slowly guiding the small pull-tab down the teeth of the zipper, the car was quiet, so you could only hear the movement of the zipper and Sanzu’s soft desperate pants, his pink lips slightly parted.

With the help of his hips, you pulled his pants down along with his underwear just enough to release his throbbing cock from its confines, earning a slight hiss from the rosy pink haired man as you firmly gripped his heavy length, your rhinestone-studded nails complimenting his hard cock with your fingers wrapped around him.

Sanzu let out a loud moan as you pumped his dick up and down after spitting at it, you gripped him like a vice, wrist skilfully twisting and tugging at his cock just how he liked it. He could almost cum right then and there at the sight of your freshly manicured fingers wrapped around his length. Fuck, he loved seeing your jewellery-embedded nails around his cock.

You flattened your tongue and licked a long slow stripe up the underside of his dick, earning a loud desperate whine from Sanzu, one hand flying down to tangle into your hair to eagerly tug at it, “Fuuuuuuck…” he breathed out, his bottom lip tightly caged between his teeth as he threw his head back.

God, you never failed to give him the best head of his life, and you were just getting started.

More desperate airy whines slipped past his pink lips as you peppered his length with light kisses, his hips greedily bucking up at you, Sanzu needed more, “Ngh! Stop being such a tease and suck me off already. We have a reservation, remember—ah!” He whined, lust-filled hunger evident in his tone.

Suddenly remembering about the dinner reservation, you didn’t hesitate to put the pink head in your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around the blunt tip and primarily focusing on his precum-filled slit that had Sanzu practically writhing in his seat, his face contorting with pure pleasure, back arching, and hips hungrily bucking into your mouth, causing you to hold them down,

“Haaah! That’s it, now take it all in like the good girl you are.” He moaned, breath shaky and unstable.

And so you did. Without hesitation, you slowly slid your mouth down his length while taking deep breaths through your nose just like had Sanzu taught you before. His grip on your hair tightened, earning a loud moan from you which sent vibrations down his cock, “Ohhh fuck, you’re taking me in so—ngh! So well.” You started bobbing your head up and down, taking slow experimental motions with his hard cock sliding against your throat, this caused Sanzu to buck his hips higher, eager to feel the constant friction of your mouth against him.

“Mhm, I told you to stop teasing, didn’t I?” Sanzu growled and swiftly sat up, roughly taking the black tie loosely secured around his collar. He grabbed both your hands and pinned them behind your back—just resting above your ass—, using his tie to keep them in place. The whole action caused you to lean forward, taking more of Sanzu’s cock into your mouth.

Sanzu leaned back into his seat, one hand gripping the headrest and the other going back into your hair as he thrusted his hips in and out of your mouth, “Mhm—ah! That’s more like it. I can’t keep reminding you that I’m still in control here.” He moaned. Sanzu gathered all of your hair and put it up in a make-shift ponytail with his hand, as it obstructed his view from your pretty mouth taking all of his dick.

With his hand wrapped securely around your loose hair, he started relentlessly thrusting up into your hot mouth, his other hand behind his head practically digging into the headrest which he knew was going to leave evident marks but he didn’t care. He didn’t give a fuck about potentially damaging the expensive leather of his car, when you were taking him so so well.

All you could do was sit there and take it, tears uncontrollably rolling down your cheeks which surely ruined your makeup, your knees were painfully digging into the console and thighs burning from the lack of stretch but you didn’t care, all you wanted was for Sanzu to cum into your mouth.

Sanzu’s head spun as he was nearing his high, his head thrown back, lips parted, and stomach clenching from immense pleasure while he kept at his pace. His chest heaved up and down as he let out short airy desperate whines in tune with the movement of his hips, fuck, he was so close.

“I’m gonna cum—ngh! You better take all of my fuckin’ load like the good girl you are.” He thickly swallowed, his desperate whines turning into shallow erratic breathing, only a few more thrusts away before he topped over the edge.

Sanzu’s hips faltered as the rumbling coil deep in his stomach finally snapped, he threw his head back and arched his back as he cummed into your mouth, letting out a loud shameless moan that filled the entire vehicle. You moaned into his dick, feeling his hot cum roll down your throat as he firmly kept your head in place, his hips rolling into you to ride out his orgasm while gripping the headrest behind him, the tips of his fingers hurting from the constant pressure he’s been putting on it.

“Haah, yeah that’s it. Such a good girl.” Sanzu praised, letting go of your hair as you eagerly lapped up some of his cum that rolled down his dick. Before he could undo the tie that bound your wrists together, his phone loudly rang, causing the both of you to jump at the sudden sound.

Sanzu quickly reached for his phone that was inside his blazer pocket and cleared his throat before answering it. “Yes, yes, we will be there soon. Just got held up in traffic.” He chuckled, giving you a knowing look before bidding goodbye to whoever was on the other side of the call.

“They were just confirming if we were still coming for our reservation.” Sanzu laughed as he pulled his tie from your wrists, “Held up in traffic, huh.” You raised a brow at him—throat sore from your recent activities—as you sat into your seat and fixed yourself up with the help of the sun visor mirror. Sanzu tucked himself back in and gave you a breathy chuckle, “That was the first thing that popped into my mind.”

“Also, I didn’t hurt you too much, right? Got really carried away, sorry.” He sighed as he adjusted his seat into its normal upright position, looking at you with concern.

Sanzu knew that he could get too carried away during sex which causes him to become rough and unrelentless. Of course, he had already discussed this with you and to his surprise, you were okay with it, apparently you liked it rough. You shook your head, brushing him off with a smile, “It’s okay, you were enjoying yourself back there.” You laughed, sending him a teasing look.

The man next to you shook his head as he could feel warmth creeping up his cheeks and embarrassment engulfing his body. “Nonsense.” He muttered before turning his car on to make your way to the dinner reservation.

Sanzu’s personality was such a contrast from the first time you met him back at the club, right off the bat, you thought he was a cocky and arrogant individual with the way he acted that night but as you got to know his personality better, he was a completely different person.

The facade that he had on back when you first met him was definitely gone. But was that really a front he just put up? It made you wonder.

Both of you calmly walked inside the exquisite restaurant like you weren’t just sucking him off a couple of minutes ago. Sanzu rested a palm on the low of your back as the waiter guided you to your seats, “Why the sudden fancy dinner?” You looked up at him, his aquamarine gaze meeting yours, Sanzu shrugged, a small smile forming upon his lips, “Just wanted to treat my baby, that’s all. You’ve been so good for me, might reward you more, later.” He leaned closer as he spoke the last line, a hint of slyness laced in his tone.

Maybe you could actually live in this lifestyle.

Ever since Sanzu stepped into your life, there wasn’t a day where you struggled anymore. No more sleepless nights of thinking how to get through tomorrow, no more stressing out about upcoming bills, and lastly, no more encountering drunk nasty old men at the club who sneered at your social status.

You could solely focus on your law degree now. You were getting better grades because the financial stress had been lifted from your shoulders, your mind wasn’t wandering elsewhere during lectures, trying to think of ways of how to ration your pay for the week.

There was no other possible choice for you but to take Sanzu’s offer. If you were going to take the easy way out of your financial stress, might as well do it with someone who splendidly paid you, not only with money but with gifts and mind blowing sex.

You stared at the man sitting across you, as the waiter poured Moët & Chandon MCIII into two flute glasses, the translucent yellow liquid neatly sloshing around the glass. You admired Sanzu’s features as he mindlessly tapped at his phone—work related, he said—his expression unchanging as his thumbs swiftly typed something.

It has come to your attention that you never really knew what Sanzu did for work, every time you asked him, he would just brush it off and say something along the lines of ‘just business related stuff’ and you believed him, you didn’t want to push his boundaries further but you wished he was as open to you as you were with him.

Sanzu was very secretive about his phone calls too; one time, you had seen his phone ringing on his night stand while he was in the bathroom. You were about to grab his phone and take it to him, that was until he came out of the bathroom and saw you reaching for it, he practically lunged for his phone and answered it straight away while walking out of his bedroom.

The only thing you heard from Sanzu as he answered the phone was, “Yes, boss?”. You knew this ‘boss’ was called Mikey since you had seen the caller ID while reaching for his phone. It seemed like Sanzu was working for someone in a higher position than him despite having immense wealth. Who was this Mikey, anyway?

There would also be times whenever you slept over at his penthouse, Sanzu would just disappear during ungodly hours of the morning, sometimes it would stir you awake because he always reached for his nightstand drawer—that was always locked—before he left and sometimes it would make a loud creaking sound whenever he opened it. He always tucked the item he took out from that specific drawer into his pocket.

You never knew what he took out or what other contents that drawer housed because it needed a key to be opened, a key that Sanzu always took with him. You assumed it was something heavy as he had dropped it on the rug one time, causing him to curse under his breath.

There were times where you slept alone in his bed waiting for him to come home during the night but he would never arrive, instead, he would arrive sometime in the morning, very exhausted and looked like he needed a week of sleep.

Was he being overworked? You hoped not.

You knew this relationship between you and Sanzu was just contractual and not built on any feelings but you couldn’t help feeling sorry for the man. Sometimes, when it was his day off and he wasn’t leaving during ungodly hours of the morning, you would catch him smoking out on his balcony instead, which overlooked the city down below. Sanzu would just stare off into the horizon, letting the tobacco completely fill his lungs.

He always looked so… empty.

“I have something for you later, back at home. If that's fine with you?” You were pulled from your trance by Sanzu’s voice. He tucked his phone in his blazer and gave you an expectant look. You nodded your head, “Fine by me, you don’t even have to ask.”

Sanzu was always like this, he always spoiled you. He was so unpredictable, in a good way. He always got you what you wanted and sometimes he would even go out of his way to personally pick and buy whatever he thought would suit you. This man spent money on you left and right without a care in the world, sometimes you would wake up with a big bouquet of roses that scented his entire penthouse because he ‘ felt like buying you one’ as per his words.

During the times you stayed at your dorm for the night, there would be a delivery next morning of whatever item Sanzu decided to swipe his card on, whether it be designer shoes from the most recent collection, overly priced flowers, or clothes that only catered to you, the only thing consistent was that it was expensive, it was always expensive.

You never even asked for most of the gifts he gave you but nonetheless, you were thankful for them. Although, it did overwhelm you sometimes with how much he was spending on you. One time you asked him, “What if you run out of money?” and Sanzu merely laughed at your question but answered, “Baby, I will never lose money. I can guarantee you that.” There was something odd about his tone when he said that but you brushed it off.

Back at his penthouse, you waltzed toward his couch and practically threw yourself on it while Sanzu wandered off to get the item he had recently bought you. 

You still couldn’t believe that he had offered you to stay with him in this penthouse for free but you had to politely decline his offer since you still liked the idea of having your own space, plus, you didn’t even know when this whole thing was going to end, so it was better to be ready with a place to fall back to.

The first time you saw his penthouse, your mind was blown. The interior design screamed modern and luxurious, every corner you turned had your jaw dropping. There was a massive crystal chandelier that hung right at the centre of his living room, the walls were mainly floor-to-ceiling glass which allowed you to see breathtaking panoramic views of the city, it was truly beautiful during sunrise and sunset. The way the warm hues of the sun engulfed the whole space was just phenomenal.

His bedroom was grand and also consisted of these floor-to-ceiling glass, to which sometimes he liked to fuck you against, giving you a view of the bustling streets below as he pounded into you.

“Here.” Sanzu thrusted a rather large brown paper bag into your face, his aquamarine eyes gleaming with pure excitement. You sat up from his couch and took the paper bag, Christian Louboutin it read, written in white font.

He can’t be serious, you thought.

He sat next to you as you pulled out an equally coloured shoe box, which also had the same writing as the bag. “Sanzu…” you gasped, giving him a look of disbelief but he only silently urged you on to open the box.

After several layers of white tissue paper, you were met with a vibrant red shoe bag that had the same writing as the paper bag and the shoe box. As you removed the shoe bag, you were met with the most breathtaking pair of shoes you’ve ever seen.

They were black 130mm heeled platforms, donning its signature red bottom and consisted of a strap that would encase the ankle. The pumps were shiny underneath the chandelier light, causing you to gape at it with a curious gaze as you picked up one shoe. It was your very first pair of Louboutins and you were beyond ecstatic.

With Sanzu’s help, you managed to step into the heels. It was very comfortable despite its daunting heel size; you walked back and forth in his living room, strutting about and trying to get comfortable with the new pumps, the red bottoms loudly clicking against the tiled floors.

With a huge smile plastered on your face, you stopped in front of Sanzu, “Oh my goodness, I am over the moon right now.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in his chest and inhaling his musky cologne. Sanzu stroked your hair, chuckling, “Anything for my baby. You always look so pretty in the things I buy you.”

“Now, how about I reward you for being so good today?” His hand stopped right at your nape and snaked around to the front of your neck, slightly pushing you away and leaning down to give you a passionate kiss, which you didn’t hesitate to return.

This time, his kisses were soft and sensual, like he wanted to savour every single moment with your lips on his but there was a slight desperation in them. You didn’t miss the way Sanzu’s fingers ever so slightly tightened around your neck and the way he leaned forward to try and deepen the kiss.

He didn’t spend much time with your lips and started trailing light but eager kisses down the side of your neck, earning a slight whimper from you as he bit down on a particular spot. Your hands clung to his navy blue blazer, wrinkling the expensive fabric with how much he abused your neck with his mouth.

You were already a whimpering mess and Sanzu hasn’t even done anything to you, yet. He loved how responsive you were under his touches, how the slightest touch he gave elicited the prettiest sounds from you. Such a good girl for him, that’s why he loved spoiling you.

“Wait for me on the bed, princess. You know what to do, everything off except those fuckin’ heels.” Sanzu broke the kiss and gave your forehead a soft peck, ushering you to his bedroom.

You nodded and wordlessly made your way to his room, platform heels loudly making contact with the tiled floor. Every step you took had your heart racing faster with excitement, you knew you were in for a long night and Sanzu wasn’t the one to hold back, especially if you’ve been such a good girl for him,

Before getting on Sanzu’s bed and waiting for him there, you had obeyed his instructions and stripped down every single article of clothing that covered your body, except your new Louboutins. You patiently sat on the edge of the bed, slightly shivering at the contrast of the cool air against your exposed skin, causing goosebumps and your nipples to immediately harden.

If you were being honest, you were already wet. You knew Sanzu didn’t have to do much since you were already turned on from the head you gave him in his car earlier. The way he turned into a whimpering mess despite being so domineering did things to you, it always did and you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together at the thought of him.

Sanzu came in a few seconds later, one hand holding his unfastened tie and the other holding handcuffs which mischievously glimmered under the hallway light, “Good girl. Now lie back on the pillows for me, baby.” He gave you a smug smile, his long legs striding towards the bed.

He encased one wrist with a cuff, the audible click of it letting you know that there was no getting away from him now; Sanzu looped the chain that held the cuffs together around the back of a metal bar on his headboard and cuffed your other wrist, both hands now firmly situated above your head. You slightly tugged at the cuffs, it was cold against your skin but you liked it.

Sanzu also brought the black tie up to your eyes, completely obstructing your view from anything, he firmly tied a knot behind your head and gave you a peck on the lips.

With your vision obstructed and your hands bound, you could only rely on your hearing. This made everything much more exciting, the thrill of not being able to see what he was going to do next nor not being able to touch him.

You could hear the rustling of sheets and suddenly, Sanzu wasn’t on the bed with you anymore, you couldn’t feel his weight on the bed. You assumed he was undressing himself as you heard the loud clang of the metal buckle on his belt meet the floor, along with the rustling of fabric.

The bed dipped under Sanzu’s weight as he positioned himself near your feet, he grabbed your ankles and brought them closer to you, effectively bending your knees toward the ceiling. He crawled closer to your anticipating body, watching the way your chest heaved with desperation and mouth slightly parted, smirking at the way your Louboutins dug into the mattress.

He spread your legs apart and started kissing down your inner thighs, alternating between each leg, earning a small moan of surprise from you. Sanzu stopped at a spot dangerously near the apex of your legs, biting and sucking at the supple flesh, causing you to whine and instinctively tug at the metal cuffs around your wrist.

“You’re already so wet for me… have I been neglecting my baby?” He cooed into your wet folds, lips ghosting over them to tease you. Fuck, your scent drove Sanzu crazy, he didn’t even know if he was even going to last but he wanted this to be about you and you, only. He didn’t care about putting his needs last, he wanted you to cum around him, and as many times as you could.

You let out a sigh of content as Sanzu flattened his tongue and licked a long stripe up your wet cunt, revelling at the way you tasted against him. He watched as you desperately yanked your wrists, making a loud clanking noise as he wrapped his mouth around your cunt, noisily sucking like his life depended on it.

Small whines escaped past your lips at Sanzu’s ministrations but soon turned into a loud moan as he shoved his stiff tongue inside, exploring every single space of your wet heat. His tongue moved in you at such speed that caused you to instinctively close your legs with the pleasure being too much to handle but Sanzu pinned both your knees sideways on the bed, his firm grip letting you know that he wasn’t going to let you close your legs.

“You can’t be doing that, baby. When I’m giving you a reward, you’ll have to take all of it.”

That’s right. Sanzu didn’t only spoil you by buying you expensive luxury items, no, he spoiled you in many different ways, and just like how you kindly accepted the things he bought you, you had to do the same thing with what he was giving you right now. Denying his mouth was equivalent to denying everything he had bought you.

Sanzu alternated between licking and sucking at your clit without faltering, causing you to near your orgasm. He looked up at you from his long prominent lashes and observed the way your stomach was clenching and back arching with pleasure, how you constantly pulled at the cuffs on your wrist hard enough to leave red marks, the way your lips were parted slightly and letting out shallow high pitched whines along with his name.

“Aah! Fuck, Sanzu! I’m going to cum.” Your hips desperately bucked up against his mouth as you came on it, head thrown back against his pillows as you cried out Sanzu’s name in a loud moan, it was music to his ears.

Sanzu lapped up your cum, sloppily licking at your cunt, causing your legs to shake at the overstimulation. If he wasn’t pinning your legs down, you would have tried to close your them already. He gave your cunt one last peck before finally leaving it alone.

You panted against his mattress, legs jelly and mind hazy from just being eaten out, your arms were also burning at the uncomfortable position but you knew Sanzu was nowhere near done.

The night just had begun, and like he wrote in that piece of paper when you first met him, he’s just getting started.

He got on his knees and gave his hard cock a few strokes, groaning at the pleasure. Sanzu placed both your legs over his shoulders and grabbed the base of his cock, teasing the tip of it with your cunt, slowly rubbing up and down your wet folds but never actually putting it in.

“Sanzu, please…” you whimpered, biting your bottom lip. He was so close but not exactly where you needed him to be.

It was truly a sight to see. Your hands bound above your head with handcuffs, your vision obstructed with his tie, your legs resting on top of his shoulders, and your newly bought Louboutins just behind his head.

Wasting no time, Sanzu slowly pushed his tip into your wet heat, already groaning at your tightness but before he could push any further, his phone loudly rang which caused both of you to jump at the sound. “Fucking hell.” Sanzu scoffed, slipping out of you and placing your legs back down to grab his phone from the pile of clothes.

“Sanzuuu, I’m sure they can wait. Please, just fuck me.” You whined, craning your neck as you felt him getting off the bed but he ignored your desperate pleas and answered his phone, “What the fuck do you want, Haitani?” He spat, hastily making his way back to you and placing your legs up on his shoulders again.

Was he seriously about to fuck you while on call? Who was that, anyway?

Sanzu kissed the inner side of your knee before slowly pushing all the way in, letting out a hot gasp and throwing his head back at the way your hot cunt desperately sucked him in, “Ah, fuck! You’re taking me so well, baby.” He praised you, on hand settling on your hip and the other holding his phone against his ears.

“Are you seriously fucking someone right now? Sanzu–” “You’re the one who called me during a very important moment, Ran. Now, what do you want?” You heard Sanzu reply to whoever was on the call, his voice clearly strained.

“Getting your dick wet isn’t important! I was just about to ask you if you wanted to come with Rindou and I.” Ran huffed, Sanzu could tell the older man was rolling his eyes at him.

Sanzu picked up his pace, the way his balls loudly slapped against your ass could surely be heard by Ran. “Ngh—ah! Sanzu!” a loud moan escaped your lips, causing you to quickly bite down at your bottom lip, embarrassment filling you as the male on the other side of the call most likely heard your shameless moan.

“Why would I want to—ah! Fuck! Why would I want to go with you two—ngh!” He shamelessly moaned into his phone, not giving a single fuck if Ran was disgusted or not, he should be thankful he even picked up the call.

Sanzu saw the way you were biting your lip so hard that it was sure to draw blood soon, he didn’t like you concealing your moans so he leaned forward and the hand that was previously on your hip was now situated on the mattress, beside your chest. This position allowed him to get deeper strokes into you, earning a loud cry of his name from you.

He was so deep and deliciously hit your g spot over and over again that you couldn’t help but let out a chain of loud moans, at this point you didn’t even think about the person on Sanzu’s phone, he was giving it to you so good that you had to let him know. The metal cuffs clinked against his headboard as you tried to desperately reach for something to keep you grounded with the immense pleasure you felt.

It also didn’t help with how your vision was obstructed, resulting in your other senses to become heightened, you could feel pleasure at a much higher level.

Ran was saying something to Sanzu but he was too lost in pleasure to even comprehend what the fuck he was talking about. His head was spinning from pleasure, god, you were taking him so well. “Mhm. You know what—ah! I don’t—oh fuck, Princess! I don’t even fucking care at this point, I’m hanging up.” Sanzu threw his head back in pleasure as he chucked his phone somewhere in the sheets but forgetting to actually end the call.

He couldn’t care less. He wanted your cum around his dick.

With the distraction at bay, Sanzu focused on you. Leaning down to suck on your breasts and neck as you panted below him, “Are you close, baby?” he gritted against your neck, jaw tightening at how tight you were around him. You frantically nodded, face contorted with pleasure and lips parted, letting out desperate high pitched whines, “I—ngh! I’m going to cum, Sanzu!” you cried out.

Sanzu leaned closer to your ear, “Fuck, that’s it, princess. Cum around my cock like the good girl you are.” he panted, his hot breath fanning against the side of your neck.

You arched your back in pleasure, chest pushing up against Sanzu’s as you moaned his name, followed by a string of profanities. Sanzu’s hips didn’t falter one bit, despite how tight you became as you clenched around him, he whispered sweet nothings into your ear and how much of a good girl you were for him as he rode out your orgasm.

“Ngh—ah! I’m so close.” Sanzu whined as he quickly pulled his cock out of you, desperately pumping it with his hand. He bucked his hips up at his hand and threw his head back with a loud groan as he cummed on your chest, his hands not slowing down to milk his cock down to every last drop.

You moaned at the sensation of his hot cum landing on you, arching your back to push your chest further toward him. Sanzu panted above you, seeing the way your body was decorated with his semen.

“We’re not done yet, baby.” he chuckled.

Before he could do anything, he heard his phone beep, like someone had just ended the call. Sanzu was surprised that Ran actually stayed that long in the call, he thought Ran would’ve ended it by the time he threw the phone elsewhere.

Sanzu was true to his words. He was not done with you until you were all spent and begging for him to stop, safe to say that you weren’t going to be walking properly anytime soon and that was fine by you, it was a Friday night anyway.

You lazily lounged on Sanzu’s couch, eating and mindlessly watching whatever programme was on the TV. You were currently waiting for Sanzu to get home, apparently he got called in for work even though it was a Sunday, but oh well. He also told you not to stay up too late and try wait for him but you were stubborn.

It was late in the evening and the programme that was on was the news channel, but you didn’t pay much attention to it and savoured the way your food tasted against your tongue. You could feel your eyes getting droopy by the minute but fought the urge to let sleep take over you.

“In tonight’s news, we now focus on the country’s most notorious crime syndicate, Bonten, as they continue to pose danger to the public… the people shown in this video clip are it’s executives and members…”

Instinctively, you looked up from your snack and towards the TV to see the footage of a white haired man walking and his back towards the camera. A particular design caught you off guard, it was the tattoo on the man’s nape that made you think for a while. His tattoo was of a hanafuda card that symbolised the full moon.

Have I seen that before? You thought.

You shook your head at the silly thought, how have you seen that tattoo before when the news reporter literally mentioned that it originated from the country’s most notorious crime syndicate. Surely if you were to come across a member of that crime syndicate, you probably wouldn’t even make it alive.

Trying to take your mind off the news, you switched the channel to a random one which happened to be a food channel, you could work with that. Your attention shifted over to the door, hearing it close and someone shuffling around.

Sanzu.

The man walked through the hallway, hanging his blazer on the coat rack and rolling his polo sleeves up, “Baby, what are you still doing up?” Sanzu sighed as he waltzed over to you, hands wide open to pull you into a hug. “I wanted to wait for you…” you mumbled into his stomach, the smooth material of his tuxedo vest rubbing against your face.

He rubbed your cheeks and smiled down at you, his eyes filled with genuineness, “I’ll just wash up real quick, okay?” You nodded and Sanzu gave you a soft peck on the forehead before heading for his bedroom.

You looked over his shoulder and trailed his figure that slowly disappeared into the hallway leading to his room, letting out a sigh you’ve been holding as you could feel your heart racing faster.

There were two things that stood out to you despite his dimly lit penthouse, the first one was the hanafuda card tattoo on his left forearm and the other was the ever so slightly spots of red on his sleeves but maybe your eyes played tricks on you for that one but you surely saw his tattooed left arm.

Your mind was quick to wander elsewhere, you didn’t know what to make of it. Maybe you were just overthinking it, maybe he just coincidentally got the same tattoo as the country’s most feared syndicate, surely, right?

Besides, the odds of becoming face to face with an executive of Bonten were practically zero to none. You lived a quiet life so there was no reason for you to even encounter a member, that’s right, your life was nothing but monotonous… until you met Sanzu.

Come to think of it, Sanzu never even told you where he worked or who he worked for. All you knew is that he was a busy man but still made time for you but this piece of missing information was enough to speculate. You knew it was wrong to accuse someone without hard, concrete evidence; innocent until proven guilty, your law professors taught you that.

But something inside you screamed to know the truth, you didn’t know how you’ll gain the information, surely not by walking up to him and going, “Hey, are you part of that crime syndicate called Bonten?”

Just then, a name suddenly popped up in your head. Sanzu mentioned a name two days ago during a call.

Haitani.

That name rang a bell to you but where have you heard it before? It took you a few minutes to ponder over the somewhat familiar name but it finally clicked. Haitani, that was the name you’ve heard a lot back when you were still working at the club in Roppongi. The club they owned. You didn’t know much about the name’s origin but you knew there were two of them and they basically ruled that district. Gang members.

It dawned upon you that Sanzu once mentioned that he knew the owner of the club when you first met him. It made sense. The dots all connected to one another but what were you exactly going to do?

You quickly turned the TV off and made your way to Sanzu’s bedroom, the shower was still running which indicated he was nowhere near being done. You walked into his room, your eyes immediately catching his unlocked drawer slightly ajar, the drawer that he always locked without fail, the one he always opened before he left early in the mornings.

Shallow breaths slipped past your lips as you nervously made your way toward it, taking cautious steps like something would jump out at you at any minute. Your hands nervously reached for the handle and pulled it, the loud creaking sound making you jolt.

A gun. All in its glory, lying right in the middle of the drawer and nothing else. The metal barrel shone under the bright lights of Sanzu’s bedroom, as if it was taunting you.

You took a few steps back, eyes widening at the dangerous weapon before your eyes. So many questions ran through your head and it also didn’t help the way your heart was beating faster than ever.

Your head snapped toward the bathroom door as Sanzu stepped out, damp rosy pink hair, exposed chest and grey sweatpants sitting dangerously low around his waist. His eyes darted between the unreadable expression in your face and the opened drawer, tilting his head slightly to the side, he looked at you with a weird glint in his eyes,

“Baby, has no one ever taught you not to go through things that aren’t yours?” His voice laced with venom as he took long strides towards you, his slender fingers making its way to your chin to firmly hold it in place.

Avoiding his eye contact, you muttered a small apology, closing your eyes which only made Sanzu smirk, “Guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson, huh?” Before you could say anything, he closed the gap between your lips, his other hand silently reaching for the 9mm in the drawer and placed it in his pocket. It wasn’t loaded, Sanzu knew better than to load his gun with bullets with you around his penthouse.

He backed you into the floor-to-ceiling glass before deepening the kiss; his kisses were rough and needy, the way his lips hungrily moved against yours told you that he was desperate. You didn’t hesitate to return his kiss in the same manner, your mind slowly forgetting about this whole thing but it was still there, in the back of your head, waiting to be unravelled.

Sanzu’s hand snaked inside your pants, giving tight circles around your clothed clit, causing you to moan into his mouth. He didn’t have to do much to get you dripping, after all, his light kisses and fingers were enough to have you begging on your knees for him. That was the effect he had on you, he was like drugs and you needed a dose of him everyday.

“You better be all ears for me, baby. I’m only teaching you this lesson once.”

In no time, you were out of your shirt as he turned your body around and pressed your exposed front against the cold surface of the glass, your breath immediately fogging it up. Sanzu trailed kisses down your nape and sucked at a spot on your back, earning a small moan from you. His hands wandered to your chest, each roughly massaging a breast, pulling and groping it.

“Mhm… Sanzu, please.”

Sanzu wasted no time to pull your pants down, slightly shivering at the sudden cool air that hit your exposed legs; he swiftly pulled his stiff cock out of his sweatpants and teased your wet folds through your panties. Your nails scraped against the smooth glass as Sanzu continued with his teasing, tears almost forming in your eyes at how turned on you were.

But he was just as horny as you, so he pushed your panties aside and slid his cock in, bottoming out in one go. You threw your head back against his shoulders, your hands balling into fists against the fogged up glass, “Hah, Sanzu!”

“Such a slut for me, aren’t you?” Sanzu chuckled, pulling out his unloaded 9mm and firmly pressing it against your neck, your walls tightly clenched around his dick at the cool sensation of the barrel against your skin, Sanzu also noticed this and from there on, he saw red.

He picked up his pace, hips roughly fucking up into you at the fastest pace he could possibly attain, “You like it when I use my gun on you? You like the thrill of that? What a fucking slut.” Sanzu whispered into your hair, teeth gritting at the way your walls deliciously hugged his cock, you were so tight that he literally had to let his mind wander somewhere else so he wouldn’t cum right then and there.

You could only moan at his questions, your breasts tightly pressing against the glass surface as your back arched due to Sanzu’s merciless hips. Nothing else was on your mind now, just his cock and the way he was hitting your g-spot with every single thrust of his hips.

His gun made its way to your lips, “Suck on it.” He demanded and you didn’t hesitate to open your mouth and place your lips around the tip of his gun, tongue swirling and sucking on it like it was Sanzu’s dick.

Sanzu cursed against your neck as he heard the wet squelches of your mouth working against his gun, the way your head desperately leaned into the 9mm as if you wanted more, the way you moaned around it the same way you would with his dick. His grip on the weapon tightened, fuck, you were so filthy.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as Sanzu hooked his free hand on the back of your knee and brought it up against the glass, he was much deeper this time and it turned you into nothing but a teary moaning mess around his 9mm. You were so close to cumming.

High pitched whines escaped your lips every time his crotch slapped against your ass, there wasn’t anything you could do but fist your hands into the glass and moan against the weapon that he held up your lips.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Cum with me, princess…” Sanzu groaned, inhaling the scent of your hair as he sealed his eyes shut at the immense pleasure. He pushed his gun further into your mouth as you reached your orgasm, causing you to moan loudly and tightly clench around his dick, your legs shaking and nails scraping against the glass surface at the intense sensation you felt.

Sanzu stilled his hips as he came and roughly pushed his dick inside you, causing you tiptoe a bit. He moaned against your back, the grip around your knee tightening, a string of profanities slipped past his lips as you rode out his orgasm by clenching around him.

That night, Sanzu came clean to you. He was indeed part of Bonten and even had a high position as the second-in-command. He told you how you were free to terminate the contract between the two of you because he would understand the fear it instilled within you but he did let you know that he would make sure no harm would come your way, if you decided to stay.

It was pretty self explanatory about why he kept you in the dark about the truth about his job, but he also told you how you helped him take his mind off all the fucked up things he has done. That’s why he had no problem giving and spending large amounts of money on you, after all, it was just dirty money anyway. He figured he could at least put it to good use.

Sanzu has also opened up about how he had practically stopped popping pills left and right ever since he became your sugar daddy, it was a very different world with you, he felt emotions he’s never felt before and feelings he’s never had before.

The world with Bonten often left him feeling empty, a void where his heart should be that he filled by abusing drugs just to get a quick high to try and forget about the horrors of what he has done to innocent people.

You always thought that Sanzu being your sugar daddy only benefited you, but little did you know it actually benefited him more than you could imagine. You needed his money and he needed your company, you needed each other to get through life.

He asked you that night if you were still going to stay with him despite his criminal status.

If playing with fire was your only ticket to living the lavish lifestyle, then you wouldn’t hesitate dancing with the devil in disguise, also known as Haruchiyo Sanzu, Bonten’s second-in-command.

© mitsuyeaah

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bubble bath with gojo 🫧

synopsis: gojo comes back from a long mission and the two of you take a bubble bath to decompress gojo satoru x reader fluff❣️

gojo quietly slips off his shoes in the dimly lit foyer of your shared apartment. he has been away in Nagoya for the past two weeks because of a mission. this one in particular had drained him due to an especially pesky special grade curse and on top of not seeing his baby for that long made him even more excited to be home. he even took the last train to Tokyo rather than staying the night and leaving in the morning, which would have been more convenient, just to be with you as soon as he could.

he opens the door to the main bedroom where you lay perfectly still on your side facing him under a thick navy duvet. the next detail he notices has his heart swelling up with love. you tend to sleep on his side of the bed when he’s away because his lingering scent makes it feel like he’s still there. you could have slept anywhere on this huge king sized bed but without fail, you always chose to be where Gojo sleeps. he pushes down the urge to run over and squeeze you tight in his arms and instead, he walks over to your sleeping figure and caresses your face with large calloused hands, to which you notice and snuggle into. 

“‘toru? you’re finally home? sorry, I must’ve dozed off waiting.” you say as you rub the sleep out of your eyes. 

“hi baby, didn’t mean to wake you. just missed you a lot. I’m about to take a quick shower so go back to sleep and I’ll join you later.” gojo said as he pushed up his blindfold to rub his eyes and that’s when you noticed his tired eyes with dark rings under it. suddenly your desire to take care of him increases tenfold. you shoot up from the bed to hug him, feeling his tense shoulders relax.

“I missed you too satoru. it’s ok, I’m really not that tired anymore. plus tomorrow is a Saturday so I wanna be up with you. can I join you in the bath?” you say with a cheeky grin. 

“of course.” you see a smile spread across his face as he pulls the sheets off you and carries you into the bathroom connected to the room. as he sets you on the sink, you push up his blindfold revealing those glimmering aquamarine eyes. those very eyes that you have the luxury of seeing whenever you want. you then wrap your arms around his neck and plant soft kisses on his forehead, cheeks and ending with his lips. 

“I love you so much.” you say right before gojo’s lips find yours once again.

“I love you too. you have no idea how much I missed this when I was away. now let’s get you all warmed up in the bath.” he says as he slides off your top and shorts. 

as he undresses himself, you go to the cabinet to look for his favorite bubble bar out of your large collection and drop it in as the tub fills with water. shades of pink and magenta swirl around the warm water. by the time gojo finished up his quick rinse before jumping into the bath, the bar had completely dissolved, leaving a smooth pink bath water that smells sweet like candy and berries, just the way he likes.

“oh my god, is this THE bubble bar?” he says with a shocked expression.

“yes it is THE bubble bar!!” you say excitedly, feeling relieved that his energy is slowly coming back.

“what’s the occasion? we only use it during special occasions.” he says as he carefully holds your hand to step into the tub together. 

“it's that you’re finally home with me. it was a whole long week without my baby, so tonight is very special for me” you say as you sit down in front of him and lay your head back on his chest. 

this makes gojo’s heart melt so he completely engulfs you with his arms and your back is firmly pressed up his chest. 

“how do you always know how to cheer me up? I wanna quit and just stay by your side!!” Gojo says as he presses kisses along the side of your neck. 

“okay, let’s not do that now. It’s going to be hard for us to survive only on my salary.” you say while laughing from his ticklish kisses and because of how he makes you feel. 

you two spend the next hour chatting away, from how the mission went to the souvenir shops he visited to bring you back goodies. as you massage the shampoo onto his scalp you ask, “are you feeling better now satoru?”

he opens his eyes and answers, “yeah, thanks baby. let’s go out on a date tomorrow to make up for our lost time together.” he says as he links his arms around your torso. you two finish getting ready for bed and the moment gojo’s head hits his pillow, he’s out like a light. 

you lay on your side and admire this beautiful man while feeling an overwhelming sense of joy that he’s all yours. 

a/n: this is my first fanfic so i apologize if there were a lot of mistakes!! this particular scenario has been plaguing my mind every night so I decided to write it haha. 

thank you for reading! 💖

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

For Eternity. (A Sequel to The Orange.)

You and Jake share an orange. He's never loved you more.

This is a sequel to The Orange, but can absolutely be read as a stand alone <3

Pairing - Jake Seresin x female reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - Cursing, a little smooching

Word Count - 2614

Author's Note - hi, me again. I hope you enjoy this part 2 of The Orange. I loved that first fic so much, and whenever I go to write Jake, it seems to occur in that universe, so I thought why not make a sequel just as sweet as the first. as always, requests or thoughts, send them my way. all my love x

Masterlist. Requests.

Jake Seresin has always been an awful dancer. Like, seriously, genuinely, terrible. It was one of the main reasons, it turns out, that you fell in love with him.

Upon first glance, Jake seems perfect. Ken Doll perfect. Cover of Vogue perfect. Carved by the Gods perfect. He’s stunningly handsome, ridiculously charming, and one of the best fighter pilots the US Navy has ever seen. He seems almost too good to be true.

Then you see him dance. And you realise that maybe he isn’t quite as perfect as you first thought. It makes you love him 10 times more.

It hasn’t stopped him, though. The two of you have spent countless nights gliding around your kitchen in your socks, slipping this way and that, jumping to the beat of the 90’s R&B that Jake loves so much. On more than one occasion, he’s twirled you around like a ballerina in a music box, sending you both flying precariously into the counters. Strong arms come up to wrap around your middle, steadying you always. He’ll never let you fall.

You didn’t realise that it was possible to fall more in love with someone every day. You can’t help but ask yourself – when does it end? When will my cup finally be full? When will I reach the limit?

Jake pulls you back every time he can see you floating away.

He holds your hand, looks at you with those aquamarine eyes of his.

He says, “I love you,” but really, he means - love is not a finite resource.

He kisses your forehead, but he’s telling you - your cup can never be full. It’ll just keep spilling over.

His soft lips find yours, and he’s promising – our love will keep expanding forever. It’ll take over the universe and everything will be beautiful.

You’re convinced you must have been a saint in a previous life to be loved like this now. You didn’t know that a human being could love another human being so unconditionally, so completely, until you met Jake.

Sitting at the bar that day, all those years ago, your universe cracked and shifted. Juice from the orange still sticky on your fingers as you dug them into Jake’s cheeks, trying to pull him impossibly closer. Salt on your skin mixing with his as you pressed your foreheads together. Citrus on your lips where Jake had licked into your mouth. It was as if the Gods above had placed the blond man in front of you and said here. Have something good for once.

You knew, from that moment on, that you would never take him for granted. No one gets to love like this. No one gets to be loved like this. It’s rare, and it’s beautiful, and it’s a gift to be unwrapped and savoured every single day. Which exactly what the two of you have done.

The minute Jake had kissed you, sitting on those bar stools, orange peel filling the air with the scent of a promise, the two of you had become inseparable.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

After every late night shift at The Hard Deck, Jake would be waiting for you, leaning against the back door with a smirk on his face that said he knew something you didn’t. He’d pull you in to him, press his chest against yours, and inhale, as if it was the first breath he’d taken all day. Then he’d push you up against the side of the bar and kiss you stupid, until you both felt drunker on love than any alcohol could ever manage. He’d pull away and beam at you with that million dollar smile of his, before slipping his hand into yours and walking you the scenic route home, just so he could have an extra 10 minutes in your presence.

This routine was a daily occurrence, until one evening, you decided the fleeting kisses weren’t enough. He walks you home, right up to your front door, and presses his lips to yours in a goodbye. Just as he goes to turn on his heel, you grab him by his belt loops and pull him closer.

“Don’t go,” you whisper against his mouth. “Need you to love me a little more.”

His eyes blow wide, and for a split second he looks like a deer in headlights. Then, regaining his composure, he finds his confidence again.

“Yeah, honey?”

“Yeah, Jake,” you sigh, still millimetres from his lips. “Want to feel you.”

How can he say no to that, when you’re saying his name so pretty?

He shakes his head, grinning from ear to ear. Placing his hand gently on your throat, he murmurs,

“Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. Been waiting my whole life for you.”

He opens the front door behind you and walks you backwards into your house. You don’t make it more than 3 steps inside before he has your shirt over your head, kicking his shoes off at the same time.

“Don’t know how I lived without this. Can’t get enough,” he tells you. He’s looking at you so intently, you feel the sudden urge to burst into tears. The love you have for each other is filling the room, making it hard to breathe. It surrounds you, fills your lungs, makes you feel like you’re both floating. He pulls you back to his lips as if you’re his oxygen, his life source, his sanity.

“Fuck,” he murmurs. “I want to tell you that I love you, but it doesn’t feel like enough.”

“Enough?” you question.

“Love isn’t a big enough word. It doesn’t even begin to describe whatever it is I’m feeling. I’m going crazy with it, sweetheart. I can’t breathe without you. I don’t want to.”

You exhale. It’s as if he’s read your mind.

“Love will have to do,” you tell him. “It’s the only word we have for now.”

He’s kissing you again, hands tangled in your hair, body pressing into yours. You’re vaguely aware that you’re both swaying, too in love to stand still. It’s thrumming though your veins, keeping you levitating above ground.

“It’s everything,” he says when he pulls back for air. “You’re everything.”

You figured that eventually, the electricity in your bones would calm down. That in time, the love would level out, and wouldn’t feel so all consuming.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

It’s been two years, and as you sit on the third floor balcony watching Jake dance with his nieces below you, you’re worried that you might spontaneously combust. The love has only got stronger with each passing day, lighting your world and guiding you through. Your body is alive with it – it’s like you’re invincible. Jake’s love is a shield, protecting you, like a forcefield.

He still can’t dance, though.

He’s picking up the youngest girl, Hailey, and spinning her around, throwing her up into the air as she squeals with delight. Of course, he then turns to Ava, and does the same to her, both of them revelling in being the centre of their Uncle Jake’s attention. He has that ability. When Jake’s focus is solely on you, it feels like you’re the only person in the world.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

That first day that Jake walked into The Hard Deck, he strolled over to the bar with the confidence of 10 men and ordered a beer from you. He gazed into your soul with those ocean blue eyes, and you could have sworn the rest of the room faded away. You’re still not sure if you were looking at each other for 5 seconds or 5 minutes. All you knew was that no one had ever been able to see you so transparently before. It was as if he was reading you like a book, with no judgment whatsoever. He saw you exactly as you were. And he loved you for it.

You’ve confessed to him the worst parts of yourself, your secrets, your desires, your worries, your shame, your hopes, your dreams – everything. And he listens. He watches you with those careful eyes, nods his head, asks all the right questions. He listens like there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be than talking to you. The rarity isn’t lost on you. This never happens to girls like you, you think. But that’s where you’re wrong. Because Jake Seresin loves you so much that sometimes it sweeps him off his feet. Sometimes, he has to hold onto something and steady himself because the force of his feelings for you sends him into a tailspin. The adrenaline of flying a plane is one thing, but that warmth he gets in his chest when you beam a smile at him is a complete other. No jet manoeuvre could ever give him the headrush that you do when you wink at him across a crowded room. Yes, Jake Seresin used to be a notorious ladies man – a player, a heartbreaker, a sneak out of bed before breakfast kind of guy.

But that’s because he was waiting for you. His whole life, he’s been waiting for you.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

You’re so lost in your thoughts that it takes you a moment to come back to reality. When you do, you look down and realise that Jake is no longer on the dance floor. Hailey and Ava are back with their parents, the four of them dancing and spinning to the beat, laughing as they go. The blond hair, the blue eyes, the cheeky grins – it almost feels like a vision of the future. Jake looks just like his sister, and her daughters look just like her. You know the Seresin genes are strong – yours wouldn’t stand a chance.

The evening is beginning to settle. The sun is setting, and a slight breeze blows the trees. Everyone is still dancing, singing and laughing, and the sound of it floats upwards towards where you’re sat smiling through the balcony railings. You wish you had a camera – but you also know no photograph could ever capture the joy that radiates around this beautiful setting. The lights on the barn twinkle as the dusk creeps in, illuminating the faces of the people you love the most. Bradley, Natasha and Bob are dancing, if you can call it that, while Javy, Reuben and Mickey are stood a short distance away, smiling at them like idiots. If you could freeze time, you would. You’re not sure any moment will ever be as perfect as this one.

You feel his presence before you hear him. Warmth appears in the doorway behind you, and you know without looking that it’s Jake. You can smell the familiar scent of salt, sunshine, and sandalwood. The smell of home.

“Hi, Mrs Seresin.”

He hasn’t come into your eyeline yet, but you can hear the grin on his face. He can’t see it, but you’re wearing a matching one.

“Hi, husband.”

He steps onto the balcony, and wraps his strong arms around your middle, pressing his nose into the junction of your shoulder and inhaling.

“Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you calling me that.”

He scatters kisses along your shoulder, up your neck, and onto your cheek, chuckling as he feels you giggle against him. He turns you in his arms so you’re facing each other.

“Got worried for a sec. Thought maybe you’d bolted.”

He nudges his nose against yours, megawatt smile still plastered on his face.

“After I’d married you? What would be the point in that? If I was gonna run, I’d have done it before we said I do.”

He pinches your sides lightly, making you yelp, both of you laughing. The sound of it echoes through the air, the soundtrack to your evening.

“You okay?” he asks genuinely, eyes scanning over your face. The softness of it makes you want to melt.

“Of course I am. Just wanted to take a minute. Savour the moment, you know.”

He nods back at you, and presses his lips to yours. No matter how many times you kiss Jake, you can never get enough. You’re always begging each other for just one more. You’d stay here with your mouth on his forever if you could. You can only hope that when your time comes, you take your last breath with your lips pressed to his – a last image of your love.

“I brought you a gift,” he says when he pulls away.

He retreats into the room, and comes back with an orange in his hand. A bright, beautiful, bold ball of light in his palm. A promise.

A tear escapes your eye at the gesture. Oranges became something sacred to the both of you after that first one you shared on the bar of The Hard Deck. Neither of you can eat them in everyday life anymore. They’re solely reserved for special occasions, momentous moments.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

When Jake proposed to you in the dim light of your kitchen on a random Friday evening, you knew your answer immediately. You’d been dancing around, swaying in each other’s arms, when all of a sudden, he stopped moving and looked you dead in the eyes.

“Marry me,” he said with so much assurance it made you dizzy. Like he’d never been surer of anything.

“You are the love of my goddamn life, honey. I always thought soulmates were a thing of fiction, and then I walked into The Hard Deck that night and I just knew. You started peeling that orange that day and I just knew. I am going to love you for eternity – there’s no doubt about that. So, marry me. Marry me, baby.”

You jumped into his arms and kissed him so hard that the both of you fell to the floor, laughing on the cold kitchen tiles.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes,” you replied between kisses.

He beamed at you with a grin so bright you were worried the lightbulbs were going to shatter. You were sure yours was just as sparkling.

Jake rose from his place on the ground, reaching up for something on the counter. A part of you wonders if it’s a ring, but then he produces something better. An orange. The brightest, ripest, most promising piece of fruit you’ve ever seen.

You split it while sitting on the kitchen tiles, drunk off each other, leaning into Jake’s side like you can’t get close enough. You’re convinced it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

Now, Jake starts to peel the orange, before pausing and shrugging off his suit jacket. God, he looks so handsome in his tuxedo. You think he looks beautiful no matter what he wears, but there’s something about that man in a suit that makes your knees want to give out.

He places the jacket over your lap.

“Don’t want you getting orange juice on that pretty white dress,” he smiles, resuming his place next you.

He peels the fruit and splits it in half with practised precision. Almost like he’s done this before.

You eat your halves in silence. No words are needed. You love Jake, and Jake loves you, and today all of the people you both love most in the world got to watch you declare that to each other. And now here you are, sharing an orange with the man you’re going to share oranges with for eternity.

Jake Seresin is in love with you. Nothing else matters.

[abandoned-quiche]

*dances on your puzzle*

YOU'VE FALLEN RIGHT INTO MY TRAP!!! FOR YOU SEE, THE FLOOR YOU DANCE ON IS NOT A DANCE FLOOR, BUT ACTUALLY...

...THE COLORED TILE MAZE!!! EACH COLOR HAS ITS OWN FUNCTION!

RED TILES ARE IMPASSABLE! YOU CANNOT WALK ON THEM!

YELLOW TILES ARE ELECTRIC! THEY WILL ELECTROCUTE YOU!

GREEN TILES ARE ALARM TILES! IF YOU STEP ON THEM, YOU WILL HAVE TO FIGHT A MONSTER!!

ORANGE TILES ARE ORANGE-SCENTED. THEY WILL MAKE YOU SMELL DELICIOUS!

BLUE TILES ARE WATER TILES. SWIM THROUGH IF YOU LIKE, BUT! IF YOU SMELL LIKE ORANGES! THE PIRANHAS WILL BITE YOU. ALSO, IF A BLUE TILE IS NEXT TO A, YELLOW TILE, THE WATER WILL ALSO ZAP YOU!

PURPLE TILES ARE SLIPPERY! YOU WILL SLIDE TO THE NEXT TILE! HOWEVER, THE SLIPPERY SOAP SMELLS LIKE LEMONS!! WHICH PIRANHAS DO NOT LIKE! PURPLE AND BLUE ARE OK!

PERIWINKLE TILES ARE PUZZLE TILES! YOU MUST COMPLETE A SECOND, SMALLER COLORED TILE PUZZLE TO PASS!

WHITE TILES ARE TELEPORTATION TILES! THEY WILL TELEPORT YOU TO THE NEXT WHITE TILE, IN ORDER OF HOW CLOSE THEIR COMBINED X AND Y COORDINATES ARE TO A PRIME NUMBER.

AQUAMARINE TILES MUST BE STEPPED ON AS SOON AS YOU ARE ABLE TO! OTHERWISE, THEY WILL HURT YOU A LOT!

TURQUOISE TILES ARE THE OPPOSITE OF AQUAMARINE TILES! YOU MUST NOT STEP ON THESE ONES! OTHERWISE! THEY WILL ALSO HURT YOU!

SEA GREEN TILES ARE DISTINCT FROM BOTH OF THESE! THEY WILL HEAL YOU! STEP ON THESE!

BROWN TILES ARE DIRT TILES! YOU CAN DIG THROUGH THEM TO FIND USEFUL TREASURES! THESE WILL BE IMPORTANT FOR POLKA DOT TILES, SO REMEMBER THIS.

VERMILLION TILES ARE HINT TILES! IF YOU STEP ON THEM, A HANDSOME SKELETON WILL APPEAR AND GIVE TOU A HINT!

NAVY TILES ARE LIKE VERMILLION TILES, EXCEPT INSTEAD OF A HANDSOME SKELETON APPEARING AND GIVING YOU A HINT, SANS APPEARS AND SAYS SOMETHING COMPLETELY UNHELPFUL.

BLACK TILES ARE REVERSE TILES! THEY WILL REVERSE ALL OF THE RULES.

CHECKERED TILES ARE PROMOTION TILES! IF YOU REACH ONE, YOU MAY PROMOTE YOURSELF FROM A PAWN TO A BISHOP, ROOK, KNIGHT OR QUEEN!

COOL FLAME PATTERNED TILES HAVE COOL FLAME PATTERNS ON THEM! THEY WILL GIVE YOU TEN COOLNESS POINTS. IF YOU HAVE AT LEAST THIRTY COOLNESS POINTS, THE PIRANHAS IN THE BLUE TILES WILL THINK YOU ARE COOL, AND THEY WILL NOT ATTACK YOU. HOWEVER!!! IF YOU HAVE MORE THAN SEVENTY COOLNESS POINTS! THE PIRANHAS WILL BECOME JEALOUS! SO THEY'LL START TO ATTACK YOU AGAIN.

PLAID TILES ARE- WAIT A SECOND!!! THAT ANNOYING DOG IS TAMPERING WITH MY PUZZLE!!! HEY!!! GET BACK HERE, YOU CANTANKEROUS CANINE!!!

* (...It seems you've been spared from his explanation for now.)

[late-to-the-party-81]

Good Graces

AN: Cos Seb's latest looks have us all in a chokehold, but I'm too old to imagine him as my dad's best friend - so ex's best friend it is!

Beta'd by @sgt-seabass

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Moodboard and banner by me

Relationship: Ex's best friend Bucky Barnes x MILF Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

CW: Flirting, Lust at first sight, Explicit sexual content (vaginal fingering, jerking, unprotected PinV sex (reader is on BC)), Secret sex.

When Lee, your ex-husband, had asked if he could bring a new friend with him to the twins party you inwardly rolled your eyes. He said it was for moral support - he was worried about judgemental looks and remarks from all your (his) old friends - but part of you thought he just wanted to show off his latest barbie doll. 

He may have cheated on you with Layla from his office, but you’d heard through the grapevine that it hadn’t lasted one month past your divorce. No doubt he’d found someone new. Young. Skinny. No stretch marks and no fupa. Fuck him.

However, for the twin’s sake you decided to be the bigger person and had agreed that it would be fine. Hopefully, with all the other folk coming, adults and kids, you’d be able to avoid him and his ‘friend’.

You were still running around like a headless chicken when he arrived. The garden was decorated, the bouncy castle was inflated (which your kids were currently testing out with a few of their friends who’d arrived early), but you were still bringing all the food outside to the table. 

Your dad had offered to man the grill, and was currently prodding coals with more intensity than you thought it needed, but it was keeping him out your hair. You loved your dad, and he loved you, but sometimes he was hard work. Not as hard work as Lee.

The gate hinges squealed and then the wood banged against the gate post as the closer swung it shut.

“Hey, darlin’.”

Lee stood, looking slightly awkward and slightly sweaty, two badly wrapped gifts in his arms. Hopefully he’d bought something from the list you sent him, unlike at Christmas.

You put on your best ‘guest welcoming’ smile.

“Hi Lee. Glad you could make it. The twins will be glad to see you.” You turned toward the bouncy castle.

“Cassie, Isaac, your father’s here.”

Your kids shouted with joy and jumped off the inflatable, and ran towards Lee.

“Daddy!”

He knelt and managed to put the presents down before the two barrelled into him. In moments like this you found it hard to still be angry with him. He might have been a useless husband and not always the best father, but he did love his kids.

You looked around, realising you didn’t see a stranger’s face, and wondered where his friend was. You were about to ask him about his mysterious guest when the gate opened again.

The breath froze in your lungs as the man pulled off his sunglasses. Tall, lean, brunet, a slight scruffy beard going to grey in places, with aquamarine eyes and laughter lines at their corners. His hair was slightly on the long side, curling up at the nape of his neck. Navy pants, a navy t-shirt and a navy suit jacket. It should have looked over the top for a kids birthday party, but somehow it didn’t.

He walked towards you, a smile on his face, hand outstretched.

“Hey, you must be Mrs Bodecker. I’m Bucky. Bucky Barnes. Lee’s friend.”

Your nose screwed up a bit as he spoke.

“Please don’t call me that. I’ve only kept the name so the kids don’t get confused.”

He chuckled, not offended by your response in the least.

“Understandable, but I thought it might be a bit…” he looked you up and down, “... presumptuous to call you by your first name straight off.”

Call me whatever you want… and I’ll do whatever you want…

You tried to get your dirty mind under control. It was your kids' party for god’s sake. You must be more touch starved than you thought. Sex had never been high on your agenda; it had never been the mind-blowing, toe-curling experience your romance novels had made it out to be. But you hadn’t been totally adverse to it with Lee, especially at the beginning of your relationship.

However, this friend of his, Bucky, looked like sin on legs; like one of the hero’s from the cover of said romance novels. Just looking at him you wanted to throw caution to the wind, get a bit wild and a bit selfish.

“So, Bucky introduced himself to ya, darlin’?”

For once you were actually grateful to Lee. His reappearance by your side pulled you out of your erotic daydream.

“Lee, please. I’m not your darlin’ anymore.”

He dropped his head, chagrined, and you tried to ignore the brief quirk of Bucky’s plump pink lips.

“Sorry, force o’ habit. What do you need me to do?”

“Can you and Bucky keep an eye on the bouncy castle? There’s a couple of chairs set up. Just make sure the kids don’t have shoes on, or loose jewellery, and no more than 10 at a time.”

Bucky smiled at you over Lee’s shoulder.

“I’m sure we can manage that, eh bud?”

You smiled back. “Thanks.”

You made a quick escape then, darting back inside to get more food and also get yourself a cold drink. You were just putting the now empty glass on the draining board when your friend, and neighbour, Gabi, came in through the French doors.

“Who the heck is that hot guy with Lee?”

“He’s called Bucky. Apparently he’s a new friend. Gotta say, not the type of friend I was expecting Lee to bring, but I’m not disappointed.”

Turning, you opened the fridge and pulled out a bag of grapes. Gabi was grinning at you as you pulled each one off the stem and placed them on a platter.

“I’ll say! He’s rather yummy looking.”

“Gabs, you’re married!”

She plucked a grape off the platter and popped it in her mouth.

“Yeah, but I’m not dead. I can window shop. No harm in it. You on the other hand…” She looked at you with a sly smile and waggled her eyebrows.

“No. One, it’s the twins’ party. Two, I only met the man five minutes ago, and three I don’t need a man.”

Gabi rolled her eyes as you counted off your reasons on your fingers.

“I’m not telling you to jump him under the piñata. But you could get his number. And I’m not saying to start a relationship with him. I’m just saying that he looks like he knows how to please a woman.” She looked out of your kitchen and across the garden to where Bucky and Lee were organising the kids on the bouncy castle. “Look at those fingers! And I’ve noticed already that his tongue keeps trying to escape his mouth. Just think what he could do with those!”

“Not helping!”

“Pssshh, I’m helping plenty. Woman to woman- do it! You need a good dicking down. You deserve a good dicking down.”

You glared at her and she grinned, before throwing up her hands.

“Okay, okay. I won’t say another word on the subject.” She mimed zipping her lips and throwing away the key and you could help but laugh.

“Come on, you perv.” You nudged your shoulder against hers. “Let’s get the rest of this food outside so my dad can start his slow but steady pace on the grill. Hopefully the fruit kebabs will keep the kids happy until the hotdogs are cooked.”

For the most part you managed to get on with the party, pandering to all the kids present, and ignored your unexpected, and distracting guest. It was difficult though, because somehow your ears had honed in on Bucky’s deep, syrupy voice, and everytime his melodious laughter rang out across your garden you found yourself looking toward him. And to make matters worse, when you did, his gaze seemed to lock with yours. He’d smile at you, eyes sparkling with mischief, and something more intimate that you were trying to ignore. Which was hard when he tipped back his head to swig from his beer bottle and a drop somehow escaped his lips and ran down his jaw, then down the firm column of his neck to disappear into the opening of his shirt.  How you managed not to launch yourself across the grass and lick the errant rivulet up, you weren’t sure.

When it became time for the cake, you brought out the split MineCraft/Star Wars confection that your friend Jackie had made and placed it on the table in front of the excited children. It was then that you realised that you’d left your box of matches inside, but before you could turn around to get them, a lighter appeared in front of your eyes.

You met Bucky’s grin, and smiled back without thinking, before ducking your head down and away, returning your attention to the task at hand. Or at least trying to.

When the party wound down, you were glad that some of your close friends and family stayed back to help tidy up. Isaac and Cassie ran up to their rooms with some of the other remaining kids, intent on playing with their new toys and you tried not to think of the mess in their rooms you’d have to tidy up tomorrow. At your request Lee started to deflate the castle. He wasn’t a bad man overall, but you’d just not been right for each other.

Gabi was taking down the decorations and chatting to your dad, while he cleared up the grill paraphernalia, as you started to carry the empty and part-empty food platters inside. Taking a moment for yourself, you rested your hands on the counter top, letting it take your weight. Your eyes closed, and you let your head drop, taking in a few deep breaths.

“How are you doing? Need any help in here?”

You jumped and turned around at the sound of Bucky’s voice. Somehow he’d almost completely snuck up on you and now was breathtakingly close. “I…um… just having a breather. It’s been a pretty full-on day.”

He took a step forward, and you had to tilt your head up to continue looking at his face. His very handsome face. “Bet you have a lot of those, sweetheart. When did you last do anything for yourself? I really can’t believe that Lee cheated on you. If you were my wife I don’t think I could have kept my hands off you. He’s my friend, but he’s an idiot.”

You snorted and then covered your mouth with your hand. “I plead the fifth. And do you go around flirting with all your friend’s ex-wives?”

His eyes roamed over you, unashamed and blatant. “Only those that could be categorised as ‘MILFs’ and I’ve only met one of those…”

“Smooth, Mr Barnes.”

His tongue slipped out from between his lips and ran over the lower one, and you couldn’t draw your eyes away. “Is it working?”

“Is what working?” You shifted an inch closer, your hand resting on the blue suit jacket he was wearing, feeling the smoothness of the fabric.

“Me trying to get into your good graces?”

“Is that what you call it?”

“You could call it something else, if you want.” His head lowered, his intentions telegraphed, giving you time to move your own away. 

“I do want…”  Your voice was low and soft as you instead raised your head to meet his lips.

There was no finesse. There was just unashamed want, like a starving man facing his last meal. You fisted the lapels of his jacket as your mouth opened under his. You drank in his kiss and returned it with fervour. You were drunk on him, drunk on lust and could feel heat pooling in your abdomen, a feeling so strange to you, due to its previous rarity.

Part of your brain kicked in enough to realise that should anyone come up towards the house from the garden, or the kids come downstairs, you would be caught in a rather compromising situation. But you didn’t want to stop. 

Instead, you stepped away from the counter, using your body weight to gently steer Bucky backward toward your pantry. 

You released his lips and jacket long enough to open the door to the small walk in cupboard before stepping in and dragging Bucky after you. His lips fell back to your neck and you could feel his smile as he pulled the door shut behind himself. Your fingers tangled into his hair as he kissed your throat, the hair of his beard tickling you. Lee had never had facial hair, so it had been a very long time since you’d experienced the feeling.

All thoughts of Lee were pushed from your mind as your back was pressed up against the shelves, the cans and jars stored on them juddering slightly. Bucky’s hands roamed your body over your sensible dress. When his thumbs brushed over your nipples you gasped and arched your back. You heard Bucky chuckle, and then groan as your hips pressed up against his, his erection obvious through his pants.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, under his jacket and started to pull his shirt out of his pants. You needed to feel him, get your hands on his flesh. There were no words between you, just gasps and moans of pleasure as you pushed the soft cotton up to curl your fingers into his back as he unbuttoned the top half of your dress. 

Your hands returned to Bucky’s hair again as he ducked his head to suckle each breast in turn through the lace of your bra, the stiff fabric creating an almost painful friction against your peaked nipples as it was soaked by his tongue.

His hands, in contrast, were pulling up the hem of your dress, stroking over your bare thighs to cup at your sodden core. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been so aroused. You were aware that you moaned his name as he’d touched you, because he sucked at your breast even harder. His deft fingers stroked you over panties until you were pleading breathily in his ear. When he finally pulled the damp cotton to the side and slid a finger inside you, you swear you had a small orgasm, from the way your body trembled and the breath was pulled from your lungs.

Bucky pumped his digit into you a few times before returning his lips to yours. You wondered why, but then he pressed a second finger into you and you cried out into his mouth and he swallowed the noise. You tugged the hair at the nape of his neck and he growled before pumping his wrist harder and curling his fingers inside you.

“Come on, sweetheart. I know you can give it to me. I just know you're gonna cum so beautifully. You fucking deserve it. That’s it, baby, that’s it.”

He muttered against your lips and cheek as you kissed and nipped his beard, but when he felt your legs tremble, and heard your breath hitch, he kissed you deeply again as you came. Later, you were glad that he had. 

You heard the noises you made in your own ears, squeaks and mewls, as your body surrendered to a little known pleasure. Your head spun as you drew in breath through your nose and your grip on his hair tightened even further. Bucky’s fingers continued to stroke you, albeit more softly as he guided you through the aftershocks, and you felt the world come back to you, although your legs felt like jelly and your mind felt all floaty and light.

Slowly, Bucky withdrew his fingers from the clutch of your body, leaving your aching and empty. You whimpered, but Bucky shushed you gently, rubbing his nose against yours. 

He then leant back and, in the crack of light coming from under the door, you saw him raise his fingers to his mouth and slowly suck on them in turn. When he moaned you felt your pussy clench, imagining that he was making that noise tasting your essence from the source. And, despite the fact that you’d just had the most mind-numbing orgasm you could remember, you wanted more from him. 

You wanted everything.

You practically yanked his fingers from his mouth, bringing them to your own and licking up them, before smashing your lips to his in another feral, needy kiss. Bucky pressed you harder against the shelves, but you ignored the discomfort as the wood dug into your spine; you were more intent on reaching your goal. Your hands went to the fly of his pants as Bucky pulled your dress right up with one hand and massaged one of your breasts with the other.

Your right hand slid into his briefs, a smug sensation filling you when you felt the wetness of his precum on the waistband. The feeling was short lived though, overtaken by a combination of shock and some trepidation when you felt how big he was. Your fingers didn’t meet around his girth, but it didn’t deter you. You stroked up his length, wanting to give him back at least a portion of the pleasure he had given to you.

You touched and devoured each other, but eventually you both became impatient. Bucky lifted your right leg and hitched it over his hip, taking his cock from your hand and pressing towards you. You shuddered with pleasure when he slid his tip through your folds, coating himself in your arousal. 

Winding your arms around his neck you braced yourself as he slid home, rocking into you with more care than you’d anticipated. Your eyes rolled back and your eyelids fluttered as you gave yourself over to feeling. Feeling him stretch you wide. Feeling him fill you like you’d never felt before. A gasp left you as he got as close as he could, and then stilled. You could hear his breath in your ear, breaths that let you know he was collecting himself.

“You feel more amazing than I thought. Fuck. Gripping me so tight, I don’t know how I haven’t cum yet.”

You clenched at his words and he groaned at the sensation.

“Can I fuck you, sweetheart? I fucking need it, and I think you do to. I wanna fuck you until you see stars, until all you can say is my name. I want to swallow your cries again, and again.”

You couldn’t speak, just nodded your head against his neck and bit down on your lower lip as he canted his hips back, dragging his cock through your spasming walls before firmly thrusting back in. You sucked in a deep breath through your nose, trying to hold on to your sanity as Bucky fucked into you again. But your sanity slipped away moment by moment as he upped his pace. 

When his hands came round you and under your ass to lift you up properly, so you could wrap both legs around his waist, your brain was a puddle. 

Now he’d lifted you Bucky had more leverage, thrusting into you harder and faster. Jars clinked against each other, packets of seasoning fell over and a can jumped off the shelf and rolled across the floor. You ignored it. 

In fact, you barely noticed it, nearly all of your focus on the way Bucky was making you feel.

The way your skin tingled all over. The way he kept swapping between kissing you with ferocity and burying his face in your neck. The way his fingers gripped your ass, no doubt leaving bruises. And the way his cock was moving in you just right. Touching all the right spots. The spots you hadn’t thought you had.

There was a gradual tightening within you, an incremental build up, and you knew, just knew, that this impending orgasm would make the one you’d had only minutes ago seem pathetic in comparison. Bucky thrust into you like a man possessed and you swapped one hand to grip the shelf above your head for stability, rocking your hips against his in a wild dance.

Your body froze when you came, every tendon and muscle stretched out tight as electricity danced across all your nerve endings. Your blood was rushing in your ears and stars danced on the backs of your eyelids; you’d never felt anything like this.

“Sweetheart, oh god, I’m so close. Where should I cum?” 

You forced your brain to tune in enough to answer him, despite the delicious aftershocks shooting through your body.

“‘M on the pill…”

You’d barely finished answering before Bucky burrowed his head into your neck to muffle his shouts of ecstasy as he pumped you full of his cum. You clung onto him, coming down from your high as he recovered from his own. All was silent for a few minutes, other than the sounds of your combined breathing. Slowly he lowered your legs to the floor, and you moaned as he slipped from you and you felt his cum trickle down your thigh. You reached behind you, pulling a few sheets from the paper towel roll and used it to clean yourself up a bit, before neatening your dishevelled appearance. You weren’t sure what to say to Bucky, now that reality was creeping back in, but he picked up on your reticence.

“Hey.” He cupped your cheek and tilted your head up to face him. The low light threw shadows over his face, but you could still make out his questioning expression. “Are you okay? Please don’t say you regret that, because I don’t. Not one bit.” 

“No. It’s just… um… well I don’t really do this. Like ever.”

“Do you mean two orgasms back to back, or having sex with a virtual stranger in your pantry?” 

You giggled at the absurdity of it all. “Both!”

Bucky shifted closer again, pulling you against him. “Well next time, maybe we can try a bed and I can try for three. How does that sound?”

“It sounds perfect. But first we gotta sneak outta here first without the kids, or Lee, noticing.”

“That’s second. First, I gotta kiss you again.”

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[saturniasxenos]

Aphrodite Themed NPT ID Pack

Hello my lovelies, inside this pack you'll find pronouns, titles, names and genders that have a connection / relation to Lady Aphrodite, love, roses, doves, beauty, the sea, and all alike.

Lady Aphrodite is the most beautiful goddess. 🩷

Us humans, nonhumans, therians, and alike are all beautiful as well. 🩷

Pronouns:

Am/Ambro/Ambrosia/Ambrosias/Ambrosiaself

Aq/Aqu/Aqua/Aquas/Aquaself

Aqua/Aquama/Aquamarine/Aquamarines/Aquamarineself

Ap/Appl/Apple/Apples/Appleself

Bea/Beaut/Beauty/Beautys/Beautyself

Co/Cora/Coral/Corals/Coralself

Cha/Char/Charm/Charms/Charmself

Do/Dov/Dove/Doves/Doveself

Fo/Foa/Foam/Foams/Foamself

Gra/Grac/Grace/Graces/Graceself

Gra/Grace/Graceful/Gracefuls/Gracefulself

Gar/Garde/Garden/Gardens/Gardenself

Hea/Hear/Heart/Hearts/Heartself

Ja/Jasmi/Jasmine/Jasmineself

Lo/Lov/Love/Loves/Loveself

Myr/Myrt/Myrtle/Myrtles/Myrtleself

Mi/Mirr/Mirror/Mirrors/Mirrorself

Moon/Moonsto/Moonstone/Moonstones/Moonstoneself

Pea/Pear/Pearl/Pearls/Pearlself

Po/Pop/Poppy/Poppys/Poppyself

Pi/Pin/Pink/Pinks/Pinkself

Pur/Purp/Purple/Purples/Purpleself

Qua/Quart/Quartz/Quartzs/Quartzself

Rose/Rosequa/Rosequartz/Rosequartzs/Rosequartzself

Ro/Ros/Rose/Roses/Roseself

Rho/Rhodon/Rhodonite/Rhodonites/Rhodoniteself

Re/Red/Reds/Reds/Redself

She/Shell/Shells/Shells/Shellself

Sea/Seashe/Seashell/Seashells/Seashellself

Se/Sea/Seas/Seas/Seaself

Spa/Sparr/Sparrow/Sparrows/Sparrowself

Swa/Swan/Swans/Swans/Swanself

Swa/Swall/Swallow/Swallows/Swallowself

Va/Vani/Vanilla/Vanillas/Vanillaself

Ve/Venu/Venus/Venuss/Venusself

🫀/🫀's

🩷/🩷's

🩵/🩵's

❤/❤'s

💚/💚's

💜/💜's

💗/💗's

❣️/❣️'s

💕/💕's

💞/💞's

🐬/🐬's

🦢/🦢's

🕊/🕊's

🌹/🌹's

🍎/🍎's

Titles:

(X) Who Is Beautiful

Devotee of Aphrodite

Rosebud

(X) Who Loves

Child of Aphrodite

Lover of Doves

Lover of Swans

Lover of The Sea

Collector of Shells

(X) Who Nurtures

Risen From The Sea

Dancing In The Rose Field

Call of The Sparrow

Call of The Dove

Protector of Swans

Protector of The Sea

Protector of Sparrows

(X) Who Loves Doves

Names:

Fem: Aziza, Ahava, Adrianna, Asherah, Amy, Amandine, Amanda, Adora, Adoration, Amorra, Amarissa, Amadea, Amara, Amy, Adelpha, Annabelle, Aimee, Brooks, Charity, Coral, Cara, Carys, Cher, Cerys, Cordelia, Darya, Elska, Eri, Esha, Esme, Freya, Halia, Ines, Ivy, Ife, Juliet, Kasumi, Kailani, Kerensa, Laguna, Libi, Love, Mila, Mai, Milena, Minna, Marina, Moana, Mabel, Mia, Nereida, Pippa, Rain, Rose, Rosie, Rosa, Suki, Sandy, Talia, Valentina, Venus, Yang,

Masc: Alon, Adrian, Agapito, Agapius, Amor, Amantius, Amato, Amias, Aziz, Adonis, Beck, Beau, Conor, Connor, Cordian, Caspian, Connelly, Corwin, Caleb, Dilan, Dewey, Desiderio, David, Dariel, Deniz, Darrell, Erasmus, Erazem, Erastus, Eros, Fenmore, Firth, Finn, Hudson, Hart, Jed, Kevan, Kevin, Kordian, Kiefer, Kaito, Liev, Lev, Leif, Lennon, Liam, Leofric, Manju, Milos, Obi, Pacificus, Philip, Romeo, Rasmus, Rhys, Rudo, Sajan, Triton, Taddai, Taddeo, Thaddeus, Valentino, Valentine,

Neu: Aroon, Arrow, Adair, Amadeus, Aire, Aiko, Amoris, Anbu, Cariad, Caro, Ceri, Caron, Glyndwr, Ingrid, Jorah, Kealoha, Keris, Kerensa, Kama, Kamaka, Ler, Maite, Mirren, Muir, Navy, Ocean, Paris, Sailor, Shui, Siran, Tutku, Vale, Vashti, Yaretzi,

Genders:

Lovememory - It could be related to having memories of love ; memories of love being a part of your identity ; memories of love from / in ones past life ; and etcetera.

Idolovea - a gender related to idols & love! Being an idol of love , a love idol , an idol who spreads love , an idol who loves , etc!

Puramour -a gender where your only purpose is to find love .

Amoncitte - A gender Related to Ones hand Intwirled on Anothers , Feather light Kisses , Gentle care , Love letters , Sweet Nothings , Cherishment , && Pure Love.

Redstringic - a gender related to the concept of the red string of fate. this gender is related to love, the concepts of soulmates ( of any type of love ), && feeling complete.

Agapelic - a gender that embodies agape: godly love, also known as the highest form of love, unconditional and boundless. this gender feels intense and may be connected to divinity, or a godly being that represents agape.

Loverlexic - a lexic gender related / connected to the word ''lover''. this gender may or may not be related to romance, that's up for the user to decide!

Loveincarnic - a gender connected to loving love and loving being a lover.

Rosweetphrasic - A gender related to the phrase "A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet."

[the-teapot-hatter]

A Piercing Addiction || Deuce Spade X Reader

Prompt: A study session with Deuce gets slightly steamy. (Slightly NSFW, minors do not interact) (Deuce has piercings in this.) 

(Y/n) watched Deuce from their place across from him in their bedroom. The two were having a studying session together. There was supposed to be four of them, but Ace and Grimm both landed themselves in detention. So, now it was just (Y/n) and Deuce. Which really wasn't any good for their heart.

At least with Ace and Grimm, there was some type of distraction to the attraction they felt for one Deuce Spade. But without those two present, being alone with the ex-delinquent was like a rush of excited nerves that simultaneously made (Y/n) want to throw up and just melt into a gooey puddle.

It probably didn't help that they were studying of all things either. Which, studying wasn't really a physically stimulating activity, but watching Deuce study should be considered one.

The boy's face scrunched up in confusion, a dark look in his aquamarine eyes that was only ever seen when he got into a physical altercation. Eventually, he would get so frustrated he would start carding his leather clad gloves through his navy-blue locks, strands of yellow sometimes peeking out. 

Typically, Deuce appeared somewhat innocent, all doe eyed. Even with his extensive piercings on his ears, and mouth. (Y/n) also knew that there was one on his tongue, something they'd sometimes see when Deuce was speaking. Miraculously, he didn't really give off a delinquent vibe even with the piercings. Not unless he was particularly frustrated by something.

Understandably so, (Y/n) was finding it hard to study. Not quite being able to focus on what they needed to focus on. If they didn't know any better, they would have thought themselves drugged, but they knew that wasn't the case. Rather, it was just the chemical reaction that happened anytime they were in close proximity to Deuce. 

And since they couldn't focus, they didn't get any work done. And because they didn't get any work done, the silence surrounding them seemed even more suffocating. Or rather, (Y/n) seemed to fall into an even more distracted daze the longer the silence persisted. (Ironically, they knew if Deuce was speaking with them, they would go from dazed to downright drunk like some poor whipped sap.) So, they talked. They talked, and they talked, and they talked. Hoping against all else that if the silence was filled with something it would distract them from the boy next to them, even if all they were saying was pure nonsense.

Deuce didn't really spare them a second glance, sometimes letting out hums to show he was listening. (Y/n) knew he wasn't. But (Y/n) also knew Deuce was getting about as much work done as (Y/n) was, which was to say none at all. Almost a little vindictively, shamefully, a prideful pettiness swirled up at the noticed distraction they were causing Deuce. Deuce's mere presence was enough to scramble their brain, the little hums the boy was letting out making it all the worse, even if Deuce was being polite. They wanted Deuce to be as distracted as they were, for it wasn't fair to be the only drowning in their own dazed mind.

This was of course, before Deuce finally sighed to himself, rubbing at his eyes tiredly with his gloved hands before turning to (Y/n) with his messy hair. He wasn't outright frowning, but the furrowing of his brows gave away that he wasn't particularly enthused by (Y/n)'s ramblings.

"(Y/n), could you please be quiet? Or at the very least, talk about the work assignment?" Deuce inquired, attempting to be as kind as possible. Something that made (Y/n)'s heart flutter all the more even though there was a certain edge to the navy haired boy's words.

"Sorry, I'll shut up now." (Y/n) promised. And they did. Deuce went back to work, just like before. Now, being unable to speak, (Y/n) began tapping their fingers against the floor, barely keeping themselves from humming a soft tune. And they were staring. Staring, staring, staring at the boy sitting next to them. Their eyes constantly flickering between all of Deuce's features. Feature's that were so doe-like, but just as equally dangerous at the same time.

It didn't take long before Deuce paused again, not being able to pay attention to his own work. Turning to (Y/n) with a look that made it clear exactly what he wanted. So, they stopped tapping their fingers, and he went back to work. 

So, then, because of course they did, they started rocking back and forth, hoping to keep their dazed mind away from the boy sitting next to them. The boy that was growing increasingly annoyed, before he finally snapped his notebook shut.

"If you don't stop fidgeting, I'll give you something to fidget about." Deuce's tone was dark, sounding more like a threat of bodily harm than anything else. But for some twisted reason, a reason (Y/n) would need to think about more later, this only caused them to fill a rush of excitement. 

"Yes please." They practically squeaked. They weren't sure if their burning cheeks afterwards was from embarrassment or something else entirely. Deuce didn't seem to care however, as he grabbed onto them and pulled them forward. His lips colliding with theirs in a rough meeting.

Deuce's piercings were cool against burning skin, giving the kiss a whole new slew of coarse, thrilling, ridges. And even with how rough Deuce pushed, his hands were gentle, not forceful in nature, giving (Y/n) the clear and easy opportunity to pull away if they wanted. But they didn't want to and they didn't think they ever word.

When Deuce pulled away, his eyes were wild, his facial expression cruel in a way that (Y/n) had never expected to be directed at them, but it never seemed as if Deuce was truly angry. Was never seeking to harm for a moment.

"You're never this much of a relentless little fidget." Deuce breathed, kissing at the edges of their mouth, teasingly. The metal of his piercings adding a cooling palm to the tortuous drug that Deuce seemed to be supplying them with.

"It's not my fault my boyfriend's so distracting." (Y/n) huffed, before letting out a squeak as Deuce blew against their ear in retaliation, before placing one final kiss onto their lips.

"Hmm... As flattered as I am, we have work to do." Deuce began to pull away, but (Y/n) refused to let him as they grabbed onto his blazar in a desperate attempt to keep the boy from separating from them.

"Just... Just one more." (Y/n) sputtered. Deuce and (Y/n) knew it wouldn't end at just one more, and in all likelihood they wouldn't get any work done. Which is exactly why Grimm and Ace were supposed to be here. The distractions away from the distractions they posed to each other.

But even though Deuce sometimes seemed wild and untamable, he was gentle and sweet and would always indulge his significant other. Even though he knew that he really shouldn't. Even though he knew he should cut off the action that seemed to becoming an addiction, he didn't. Because he was just as addicted too.

Which is exactly why he leaned back down, indulging once more in the feel of his lips against (Y/n)’s.

[heygerald]

Red Skies Warning: (POTC, 2003)

OFC x Captain Jack Sparrow

I am so pleasantly surprised at how many interactions I got on my first post, but then again it's not that surprising because I think POTC has a huge fandom and like... zilch written for it. It's unlawful, honestly. Jackie deserves so much more love than he gets.

The sea was, in lack of a better word, blue.

Not the type of blue that she was used to seeing. No, Edwina rarely did anything other than stare at the sea from the shoreline of Port Royal, and though the weather was fair and the island beautiful, seeing the white crest of waves in the distance that broke up the solemn blue of the ocean did not do it justice.

In reality, the sea wasn't just a wash of aquamarine, but turquoise, seafoam, navy and royal, with wafts of white, purple, and pink depending on the time of day. It was so clear that she could see schools of fish jolt near the surface, dolphins that played in the wake of the HMS Interceptor. At night, the sunset would cast hues of every color imaginable on the horizon; at sunrise, she could catch swirls of orange and red lit up like fire.

Even she had to admit that art did it no justice. It was absolutely breathtaking.

"Beautiful, ain't it?"

Jack settled a pair of tan hands on the wooden railing next to her, and though Edwina had been enjoying her rare moment of quiet, she supposed that his company was better than Will's surly demeanor at the moment.

Besides, he was agreeing with her.

So, rather than start a fight, Edwina nodded as her gaze crept along the horizon. She could see other ships in the distance as they approached port, leaving her to soak up what little time they had left of the calm sea. "Prettier than I thought it would be," she admitted after a moment.

"You'd never seen it?"

Edwina gave him a look. "I lived on an island. Of course I saw it. I just... didn't realize that it would be so different out here."

"You've never been sailing before?"

"Was I young, when we first came to Port Royal, but... not since. My father didn't particularly like the idea of me following him around at at work."

Jack hummed, but it was a thoughtless noise. He did that a lot; appeared to agree, yet, when she actually looked at him, Edwina got the sneaking suspicion that his mind was a million miles away.

"Rich lassies don't get to enjoy all the fun things, then, eh?"

The beauty of the moment soured, and Edwina sighed loudly at his jab. Because it was a jab. "I'm not rich."

"Ay?" he asked, eyes lingering on the soft pads of her hands for a moment. "Could'a fooled me, love."

"You know many rich women that long to be stuck on a stolen Navy ship with a pirate and a moody blacksmith?" she shot back, crossing one arm over the other.

Yet, Jack's mouth twitched into a toothy grin; like he had been waiting for her to lose her patience with him.

An idiot then, she decided, truly the dumbest man she had ever met.

"You're hardly the first woman to want a taste of something more exciting, love," he told her, leaning a bit too close for comfort, before he was swaying backwards with a twinkle in his eye. "It won't be long before you get bored of the life. They all do. And when you leave alongside Turner and the girl, I'll gladly share a sip of run to celebrate the occasion. I'll even wave."

Edwina narrowed her eyes down the slant of her nose at him. "Just because a woman gets tired of your stench, Sparrow, doesn't mean that all women who long for something more are eventually going to lose interest."

He sniffed his nose at her irritably. "S'called a musk, love," he said. As if that was the most important part of her argument. She blinked at him in disbelief, and Jack sniffed a second time before adding, "s'better than those wigs and makeup your Navy men wear. To think you'd rather that—"

"I do not rather that," she cut him off before he could even go down that particular tangent. His mouth twitched again, happy as a clam to hear her say it, and she just as quickly wiped the pleased look off his face by adding, "in fact, I think I'd prefer the company of a rat infested island than any of the men in my life. Navy or pirate."

He glared for half a second, before something smarmy turned his features. "Don't suppose you've put that to the test, have you, love?"

"Have I marooned myself on a rat infested island before?"

"I meant more in the favor or a Navy man or a pirate."

"Has anyone ever called you despicable before?"

His smile crooked, eyes lit up to show just how much he was enjoying riling her up, and Edwina envisioned slapping the gold tooth out of his mouth. "You can call me whatever you want, love. S'long as you answer a question for me."

Edwina perked a brow. "I already call you whatever I want."

Jack considered that, before decidedly ignoring the statement altogether to redirect his gaze to the horizon. She watched him watch it for a moment, before Jack slowly asked, "what are you really doing out here?"

It was a stupid question out of nowhere; yet, she didn't laugh. She supposed she was too thrown off guard to laugh. It was a genuine question on his part.

So, she gave him a genuine answer. "Pirates kidnapped Elizabeth, who is my only female friend on the island; the only friend I have that dreads marriage for power as much as I do."

He considered that. "Not a fan of power, eh?"

"You're a pirate. Tell me; what does power bring if you have it but not the freedom to do with it what you wish?"

Some sort of understanding flickered in his eyes, but she didn't see it for long before Jack was swaying against the wooden railing with a golden-toothed grin. "You and Turner both, then?"

She furrowed her brows at him; this time, she did laugh. "I'm not exactly keen on rescuing Elizabeth just so I can confess my love for her," she corrected.

He rolled his eyes, swaying close enough that she could see something soft and honeyed in them, to say, "you're both pirates who aren't pirates. Ay?"

"Yes, well," she tutted, glancing towards the other end of the boat where she knew Will liked to stew in his thoughts and feelings when talking to Jack got too much. "I was raised by a Navy man; wasn't exactly taught how to be a pirate other than to drink all the time."

"Not a bad start. What's dear William's excuse?"

Edwina almost answered that inquiry truthfully—his parents were killed by pirates, so the story goes—but a single look at Jack reminded her of how sneaky he had proven to be. A drunkard, certainly, but one that remembered the things he was told.

So, rather than give in, she said, "you know, I heard Norrington talk about you after the stunt you pulled with Elizabeth."

"Heralds of my heroics are passing already?"

"He said you were the worst pirate he had ever met."

Jack's smile soured a bit, but he waved a hand indifferently in the air as if it didn't bother him a bit to hear such slander. "Your dear Commodore clearly hasn't spent much time meetin' pirates, then."

"Are you trying to say that you're a good pirate, or simply that the other pirates out there are far worse at it then you?" she asked.

He blinked; at her, at the ground, then at her again, and she could see the question churning in his head before he realized that he wouldn't be pleased with either answer. He tutted at her, sticking a finger in her face, to point out, "you're not nearly as fun as Turner, you know. And that's saying something. Poor sod moans more than a nun in church."

Edwina was pretty sure that wasn't a saying. And, if it was a saying, she was pretty sure that wasn't how the saying went.

Regardless, she swatted his hand out of her face like a fly. "Will hasn't exactly been having a good year. It doesn't help his mood out at all when you poke fun."

"Did the hat store run out of peacock feathers?" he taunted.

"The Commodore dislikes him nearly as much as you."

Jack considered that. But when he gave her a lewd smile it became clear that he hadn't taken her point at all, and instead got sidetracked by something else. "Ah, and here I thought you didn't like Navy men, love."

The idea that she spent any matter of time with someone as lawful and stoic as James Norrington had Edwina huffing. He was a handsome man, she supposed, if one squinted at the right angle, but she had met pelicans with more personality than he had. "Haven't you heard? Commodore Norrington is far more infatuated with Elizabeth than a girl like me."

Jack's brow ticked up. "Oh?" he asked. Then, thinking it through properly, she watched as he swept his gaze towards the far side of the boat where Will had last been seen. "Oh. Seems to make more sense why the eunuch is so—"

He made a face, waving his hands in a way that she would certainly never be able to interpret, before shooting an overdramatic wince her way.

"He's awfully pathetic, isn't he?"

Edwina rolled her eyes; even when Will wasn't in hearing distance, Jack still seemed to take the piss out on him. "Have you ever heard a saying about a pot meeting a kettle?"

"I've met a pot before—shan't be doing that again. Far too much bruising," he muttered.

She didn't bother try to interpret that thought, either. Instead, Edwina glanced towards the sails in the distance. "How likely are you to end up in irons once we get to Tortuga?"

"Tortuga? No one ends up in irons on Tortuga, love. That's the beauty of it," he said, wiggling his eyebrows at her with a toothy grin. "The only law is never start a fight with someone bigger than yourself, and if you do that, you'd best be sure your gun is bigger than theirs."

"That's two laws."

"No, we won't be finding trouble in Tortuga. Not the Navy type, anyway," he said with a glance to the horizon. "There's no saying what sort of trouble we might find once the sun has set and me bottle is full of rum."

"I'm starting to think we should leave you on the ship."

Jack looked scandalized at the suggestion. "Better to be leavin' you on the ship with that sort of mutinous talk," he said, deciding that it would be a perfect time to leave the conversation entirely.

Edwina watched him stumble towards the other end of the boat where he was about to badger Will about something mundane, no doubt, and she rolled her eyes after him before turning her attention back to the sea. It wouldn't be long before they made port now, and a trepidatious feeling stirred in her stomach.

She wasn't sure what would be worse—Jack Sparrow drinking all the rum he could find or Jack Sparrow not finding a single drop of it.

She sighed knowing that she was about to find out one way or another.

[thegigilwriter]

07 | “Danger & Star, Rooster & Angel” — Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female Mitchell OC

Summary: 26-year-old Lucy Asa Mitchell did not know what was in store for her when she first bumped into Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. After an instant mutual connection followed by a sweet whirlwind romance that swept both their feet, Lucy found herself being immersed deeper into Bradley’s world of the Navy, F-14s, and deployments. What she didn’t expect was finding was the answer to an elusive part of her past — the identity of her long-lost father.

Masterlist

Keywords/Warnings: Romance, Implied religious themes (OC is Catholic), little angst, Drama

07 | Beautiful & Broken ⛪️

Sunday AM June 25, 2023

Lucy stirred into consciousness, eyes first meeting the subtle light of the early morning sky. She squinted, feeling for her phone charging on her nightstand and checking the time. It was 6:20 in the morning and there was somewhere that she needed to be. Just as Lucy was about to start the day, Bradleyʼs visage came into mind as well the feel of his lips and the scent of his neck filled her senses. She sighed, allowing herself to daydream before the quick vibration of her phone interrupted her early daze.

Bradley: Good morning Angel :3

Lucy: Good morning :)) Why are you up so early?

Bradley: Havenʼt stopped thinking about you since our last date :))

Bradley: Did I wake you up?

Lucy: Nope, I was already up.

Bradley: Why are you up so early?

Lucy: Church :))

Bradley: Can I come with?

Lucy didnʼt reply for a couple of minutes, as she pressed her lips against her phone smiling.

Lucy: Of course you can :))

Bradley: Ok! Iʼll pick you up in a few.

Lucy squealed, throwing her phone before sprinting to the her closet.

Bradley arrived at Lucyʼs apartment a few moments later in a hunter green polo shirt and khaki pants with brown dress shoes. He smiled as he watched her close the gate behind her and opened his arms to welcome her into them. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her forehead.

“Hello,ˮ she giggled.

“Youʼre breathtaking Angel,ˮ Bradley said to her softly, as he twirled in her around in her deep aquamarine drop waist-dress with gold-work, embroidered cap sleeves. Her soft waves were in a half up and her lips were glossed.

“Oh stop it you sweet-talker,ˮ Lucy hummed. “Youʼre gonna make me blush too much.ˮ Bradley chuckled as he guided her towards the Bronco and set off towards Lucyʼs church.

“Just a heads up,ˮ Lucy told him. “Youʼre gonna meet a lot of people — like a lot. Many of them are not really my blood-related relatives, but I do consider them my family.ˮ

“Itʼs all good Angel,ˮ Bradley reached over to hold her hand. “Are you nervous that theyʼll scare me away?ˮ

“Itʼs just that—“ Lucy sighed, laughing. “I love them— but they can be loud and intrusive and—“

“Angel,ˮ Bradley drew circles around the back of her hand. “Stop. Iʼm actually really happy that youʼre comfortable with me enough to let me into your life like this. If this is important to you, itʼs equally important to me. Okay?ˮ

“Okay,ˮ Lucy smiled, admiring the way his aviators hung on his nose and the way his locks trembled in the wind. He kissed her hand affectionately.

Bradley parked nearby the entrance and they entered the church together. Bradley gazed up at the painted ceilings, iridescent painted glass, and the elaborate altar in the front. Lucy genuflected before taking her seat in the middle pew near the choir. The people were gathering now, they were just in time before the crowds began to fill up the church.

“Great turnout today,ˮ Bradley whispered to her.

Lucy chuckled.

“Itʼs Godʼs day,ˮ she replies.

“And our day,ˮ Bradley says. He holds her hand again.

Bradley watched as Lucy waved to every passerby, even holding brief conversations with them — some in English and others in different languages — before they had to take their seats. When Bradley met their gazes, they would smile kindly and maybe say a quick “hello.ˮ

“Tita Ramona,ˮ Lucy greeted politely as the widow made her way down the pew and sat beside her and Bradley.

“Hello anak, how are you?ˮ Her eyes gleamed. “And who is your new friend?ˮ

“Iʼm doing well ninang,ˮ Lucy replied. “This is Bradley Bradshaw. Bradley, this is my godmother Tita Ramona.ˮ

“Hello maʼam, itʼs nice to meet you,ˮ Bradley said to her, reaching out his hand to shake hers.

“Likewise, Bradley. Itʼs very kind that youʼre accompanying Lucy today.ˮ

“Thank you, but with a woman like her? I think the privilege is mine.ˮ Lucy blushed as Tita Ramona chuckled.

The procession commenced, then the beginning antiphon, the first and second readings, and the gospel. After which, Father Mike came down from the altar and stood at the very front of the mass. He was a sprightly old man in good shape despite his priestly robes with a thick head of silver hair, crowʼs eyes, and a naturally charming smile.

“Good morning everyone,ˮ he spoke into the microphone.

“Good morning Father,ˮ Lucy replied, as well as everyone else.

“Looks like not everyone has had breakfast yet,ˮ he chuckled and echoes of it followed. “So Iʼll keep this short and sweet.ˮ

“Today our readings were centered on Abraham, the Father of Faith, and Job. Particularly, Abraham was commanded by God to offer up his only son as a sacrifice. And Job, a righteous man — a good man — who God had allowed to him all the possibly bad things you can imagine. His livelihood robbed, properties burned, servants and children killed — and if those werenʼt enough he suffered a malady so severe that not even his friends were willing to help him in his time of need.ˮ

“Like Abraham, like Job — every single one of us has been faced with things we have to do but donʼt want to, and go through the rough bumps of life. But why? Why does God allow us to suffer? Why do bad things happen to good people?ˮ

Father Mike paused, and within this moment Lucyʼs gaze lingered towards the choir and the ensemble. She stared at the empty seat.

“In all my years of studying and reflecting, I cannot give you an answer. Yes, He may allow suffering for punishment, to change us, or to bring us closer to Him. But youʼre probably wondering — and as am I — why it all has to be through suffering. Why it has to be so hard...ˮ

“Why do we have to be broken?ˮ

The last time Bradley went to church was when he was a gangly teenager in high school. It was one of the most recent memories he had of his late mother. He remembered not wanting to be there. He only went so that he could make her happy. One of the things that amazed Bradley about his mother, was the faith that she had in a being that allowed her husband to never return home or raise her child alone. And here he was, in church, with a girl appearing to hold to that same kind of faith.

“But let me tell you something: it isnʼt for nothing. If we donʼt experience bad things in life... then why would be need God to turn to? If we donʼt experience bad things in life... then how can we fully appreciate the good? When,you feel like youʼve been broken too much to be worthy, remember this: God turns brokenness into beauty. He uses brokenness to tell his stories. Rahab was a prostitute. David was a murderer. Moses feared speaking to crowds. Joseph was abused. Elijah was suicidal. Samson was a womanizer. The bad things in your life, and the pain that comes after is not for nothing. So, like Abraham, let us have faith. It may not be to the degree that you can put your child on the altar — but even a little is sometimes enough.ˮ

From the corner of Bradleyʼs eye, he swore that he saw Lucy hastily wipe her cheek. Throughout the mass, he couldnʼt help but glance at her frequently. How she sang, the way she held his fingers during ‘Our Father,ʼ how she recited every prayer from memory. When she stood to receive communion, he smiled at her reassuringly as he remained in his seat. Tita Ramona sat beside him, watching Lucy just the same.

“Wonʼt you go up there?ˮ Bradley asked her quietly.

“Oh no,ˮ Tita Ramona replied, staring at the communion line. “I already went to mass earlier this morning, I only came now so that I could see how Lucy was doing.ˮ

“Youʼre a good godmother,ˮ he remarked.

“Itʼs only my duty to her,ˮ she said, pausing right after. “Lucy has never brought a man to church before.ˮ

Bradleyʼs breath hitched.

“It appears that you have made quite the impression on her,ˮ Tita Ramona smiled. “You are here and now you are an important person in her life.ˮ

She gazed right at Bradley. Beneath her widowʼs veil he saw the wisdom and age behind her milky eyes which despite their kind demeanor, regarded him seriously.

“Be careful with her, please.ˮ Tita Ramona whispered. “There are things that can only be broken so much.ˮ She patted his shoulder gently before lifting herself to her feet and gently floating towards the aisle.

After the final blessing, Bradley and Lucy were invited to the after-mass reception in the church common hall. It was a beautiful space complete with a curtained stage, a kitchen, hardwood tables, and painted glass.

As Lucy introduced Bradley to her community, he couldnʼt quite shake from his mind what Tita Ramona had said to him in mass. Was Lucy, for lack of a better term, broken? He watched her closely as she happily greeted the little children that ran to her arms and fondly called her Aunt Lulu. He watched as she pressed her forehead against the wrinkled knuckles of her elders saying ‘mano po.ʼ He watched as she squealed and embraced her girlfriends. He tried to wring his memory of any instance when Lucy ever said anything about her past when all he could recall was her kind smile, her breathtaking gaze, and her sweet lips. If Lucy Mitchell was broken, she was brilliant in showing no indication of it. His thoughts were interrupted when a little old lady placed a plate in his hand and patted his shoulder.

“You eat,ˮ she told him with a thick accent as she wobbled away to place more plates in the hands of more unsuspecting church goers in a daze. Lucy laughed, sauntering over to Bradley after meeting with her giggling girlfriends looking in his direction.

“You donʼt happen to have three other brothers, do you?ˮ Lucy chuckled. “My friends wonʼt believe me.ˮ

“Thatʼs too bad,ˮ Bradley clicked his tongue, as he held her hand. “Thereʼs only one Bradshaw and it looks like heʼs already been spoken for.ˮ

“Oh?ˮ Lucy feigned with a smile. “Are you allowed to tell me for whom?ˮ

“Mʼfraid I canʼt,ˮ Bradley sighed. “Yʼknow for safety reasons, with demand being so limited you see...ˮ

“Okay, you wait here,ˮ Lucy laughed, taking his plate. “Iʼm going to get a slice of Tita Lolitaʼs famous peach mango ice cream cake for you.ˮ

“Thatʼs why Iʼm all yours Angel,ˮ Bradley hummed, kissing her cheek as she headed toward the kitchens.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw!ˮ Someone called. Perplexed, Bradley turned towards the direction of his name. In the sea of crowds he saw a young, handsome, familiar face making his way towards him.

“Benji Bonifacio?ˮ Bradley shook his hand firmly. “Whatʼre you doinʼ here?ˮ

“What are you talkinʼ about? These are my people, man!ˮ He replied excitedly. Benjamin Bonifacio was one of the crew that worked with the carrierʼs radar, he had been with Bradley in his last two deployments and have grown increasingly close since. They first clicked when they switched each otherʼs gym bags because they were both similarly labeled with their initials.

“Who you here with?ˮ Benji asked him just as Lucy came over with the aforementioned dessert with two forks.

“Asa?ˮ

“Bentot?ˮ

“Bentot?ˮ Bradley guffawed.

“Itʼs my other callsign man,ˮ Benji sighed.

“Wait, do you two know each other?ˮ Lucy looked between them.

“Youʼre with her?ˮ Benji looked to Bradley.

“Angel, Benʼs been with me in my last two deployments. He works in radar.ˮ Bradley informed her.

“Oh thatʼs right!ˮ Lucy mused in Benʼs direction. “You just had your first deployment recently!ˮ

“And you date, now?!ˮ Benji exclaimed. “Since when?ˮ

“Bradley, Benʼs my cousin. I grew up with him in Oregon,ˮ she told him before turning to Benji. “And for the record I have always been able to date. I just donʼt prefer to as much as you do.ˮ

“Tomboy ka kase noon,ˮ Ben stuck his tongue out.

“Feeling gwapo ka masyado,ˮ Lucy replied, sticking her tongue out just as so.

“Clearly you guys are related,ˮ Bradley chuckled, amused at the interaction.

“What can I say man?ˮ Ben smirked. “Good looks run in our fam.ˮ

Bradley laughed as Ben patted his shoulder heartily. Lucy looked between them again, smiling widely.

“Hey, did you know Ravagerʼs here?ˮ Ben told Bradley. Bradley averted his gaze towards Lucy, urging him with an encouraging nod.

“Go,ˮ Lucy winked as she began eating away at the dessert. “I need to catch up on the latest chismis anyway.ˮ

“Ravager!ˮ Benji called out and one of the men among others turned to his voice.

“Rooster!ˮ He flashed a smile. “Whatʼre you doinʼ here?ˮ Ravager was a Lieutenant Commander. He was the cool, laid-back older brother type with mad skill and plenty of experience. Ravager was a decade older than Bradley with silver streaks in his haphazard locks and sharp, Sicilian features. Rooster looked closely at the men in his midst and noticed even more familiar faces — they were in the navy too.

“His new girlʼs my cousin!ˮ Benji told him.

“Asa? The pretty one?ˮ Ravager quirked a brow. “Good for you, Rooster.ˮ

After a few exchanges with the other navy men and some friendly banter, Ravager and Rooster found themselves alone together at the buffet table, grabbing a water from the cooler.

“Have you been at this church long?ˮ Bradley asked him after taking a sip from his bottle.

“Oh yeah,ˮ he replied, as he closed his cap. “I was married here. My wifeʼs half- Filipina. She knows Asaʼs mom quite well.ˮ

“So,ˮ Ravager remarked. “You and Asa, huh?ˮ

“Yeah,ˮ Bradley smiled. “Sheʼs really good to me.ˮ

Ravager chuckled.

“What?ˮ

“Itʼs just...ˮ Ravager sighed. “She doesnʼt look like your usual type.ˮ

“My usual type?ˮ Bradley cocked his head. “Whatʼs that supposed to mean?ˮ

“You know... there was Foxy.ˮ

“That was four years ago.ˮ

“Then Cherry.ˮ

“That was two years ago.ˮ

“Then Nova.ˮ

“That was over a year ago.ˮ

“That one was a shit show,ˮ Ravager shook his head.

“Whatʼre you getting at, Ravager?ˮ

“Rooster, I know youʼre a good guy.ˮ Ravager began to use his hands exasperatedly. “And if it were any other girl I wouldnʼt care. But this Asa. This is Lucy. I know her and sheʼs a good girl. She watches my kids and my wifeʼs quite close with her family. Sheʼs not like the other ones that you used to mess around with because you were scared of being committed. I need to know that youʼre serious about her, otherwise I canʼt walk away from this.ˮ

“Well you can,ˮ Bradley replied heatedly. “Because I am serious about her. Iʼm getting deployed soon and I plan on making it official before I go. Youʼre right. Lucyʼs not like any of the other women Iʼve been with. Thatʼs why Iʼm serious this time.ˮ

“Well shit then Rooster,ˮ Ravager chuckled, grasping his shoulder. “Welcome to the club, I guess.ˮ

“Thanks,ˮ Bradley nodded. “And Iʼm not Hangman, you know?ˮ

“Rooster,ˮ Ravager said to him in all seriousness. “If it had been Hangman that walked through those doors with Asa hanging on his arm you best believe he would have been runninʼ out of here like his ass is on fire.ˮ

Bradley laughed.

Bradley pulled up in front of Lucyʼs apartment some two hours later. She reached across to kiss him on the cheek before caressing his face affectionately.

“Thank you,ˮ she smiled, eyes beaming. “For what, Angel?ˮ

“For coming to church with me,ˮ Lucy breathed. “You have no idea how much it means to me.ˮ

“For you, Angel? Anything.ˮ

She kissed him again, fully on the lips, as her hands wandered across his chest and among his curls.

“Iʼll see you tonight,ˮ she whispered.

Hangman said it best: “drop down and take the shot, Rooster!” Go Bradley! Coming up next: 08 | Crab Dinners and Star Gazers.

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Lost in Aquamarine - S.Holmes

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Location: Alhambra of Granada, Spain. Bath of Somerset, England.

Warning: none

Word: approx 3,700

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Glitches in Alhambra | Alta infidelidad (you are reading this) | Labyrinth

The next few days were only described as puzzling.  And you had an impression the confusion arose once you accidentally  named your tour guide sexy.

He was as well, in fact,... he's sexy. You believe that without a shadow of a doubt, that he knows it himself. If your lovely justifying works.

It didn't help since you drifted asleep on his shoulder during the flight, only later waking up to the weight of his head lying on top of yours, with his breath on your hair.

It didn't help that over the days of sightseeing (finding) in Moorish palaces, you pointed out the gorgeous way his bright smile was, and how when he chuckled those eyes wrinkled up at the corners.

Er-- that's blueish and emerald eyes on you, it's more fascinating, however it's necessary to hold your back to avoid it; it's such an enigma around you, when it draws your focus leads your sight to become focused on it.

It didn't help that every phone talk you had with Joe finished with you growing progressively aggravated with his attitude and with him. You were becoming increasingly grateful for having time separate from him, though you knew wasn't what you ought to behave. 

You have to admit, you didn't even feel offended by that. 

But you knew something was amiss when Sherlock touched your wrist and you felt sparks fly; when he captivated your interest and your heart performed a somersault; and when he drew in to whisper a joke and you felt shivers overflow over your entire body. 

Something was going on, yet you didn't want to admit it.

Then, one evening, you decided to go to a nightclub in Alhambra, largely due to Sherlock's influence. He wore a sleek, attractively patterned mustard jacket that was buttoned low enough that his chest peeked through. And you're wearing a pastry navy blue dress with no sleeves; the tiny ribbon on your torso represents the outfit's gimmick. And you loathed the fact that he looked so fantastic in it; it irritated you in some way.

As you stepped into the venue, you were greeted by thumping bass and flashing lights. Sherlock dragged you onto the dancing floor, and you cracked up as he got into a groove with exaggerated gestures.Perhaps most importantly, his grasp never left your side; in fact his palm has remained on the wrist since you both arrived here.

Then a tall, slender brunette appeared alongside Sherlock, smiling. She smiled and grabbed his shoulder while pointing to the bar, when he yelled that he couldn't hear anything. To your displeasure he left your wrist at that point; he nodded and followed her there, a grin on his face; he didn't even look backward at you.

Your chest burned from what you couldn't tell whether there was a shortage of fresh air or something more dire.  The feeling of jealousy 

You bit the inside of your cheek as you saw him lean in close and turn on his charms. Then you forced yourself to step away, shutting your eyes and allowing the beat to take control all over again.

Why the hell were you shaped by him? He worked as your tour guide. You'd known him for a total of six days in all. In addition, you were engaged.

A hand stroking against your thigh forcibly interrupted your thoughts. You turned to find a dark-haired man grinning at you. "Sorry," he exclaimed. "Too crowded. Dont you think?"

He moved in closer, his hand resting on your waist. You shoved him away as your eyes widened. His smirk distorted his mouth. "Oh, come on, little girl. you like to dance with me?"

"Get away from me," you murmured, and backed away through the mob, swallowing your disdain. But he pursued you, backing you up against a wall in a corner.

His fingers snaked down to your thigh again, and this time you pushed your knee up quickly, shoving him where you knew it would hurt the most. You didn't believe you'd used that much force.

But he screamed and reeled back. He fell into a glass table and smashed down onto it, filling the air with the sound of shattering glass.

You cried out, your hands covering your lips. As everyone came to view the disturbance, the music was abruptly shut off.

"I-I'm sorry—" you began, but yelped as you came face to face with a massive, hefty man. He looked down at the floor, who was now cursing and clutching his bleeding hand. "What should we do with her, boss?" he gruffly questioned.

You took a step back in terror. "She did this to me," the man said as he raised himself off the messy floor. "And now she has to pay."

The hefty man shrugged and turned to approach you with a dreadful smile. “You heard everything the boss says. You're in big trouble right now, darling."

When he grabbed your arm, you freaked out and tried to twist free. “I didn't mean to hurt him, but please, please let me go!"

"Sherlock!" You screamed, pleading he would come as the heavy man stood firm. 

Your heart was pounding as you realised he wasn't there, that he dare to left you here alone, and that you were about to be hauled away by this scary man.

But then you recognised him, rushing through the crowd. He shoved his way between you and the big man, and you cowered behind him, unable to make any noises. 

Sherlock almost apologised by raising both arms. "Hey, dude. As you see, I'm not the most violent-looking person. So, if you could just leave her alone without touching her, no one will be injured."

The dark-haired pervert you'd hurt chuckled, lying. "It's too late now. I was just gazing for a dance. And she pushed me into a fucking table and cut my hand open."

Sherlock shifted his gaze to you. You bite your lower lip, wanting to tell him it's not entirely your fault at all, but you can't. He spoke swiftly, but you couldn't understand what he said.

But then he swung around and embraced you, one of his arms snaking around his back to grab the palm of your hand. “Okay. We apologise. I'm sure she had no idea you were the town's most respected gang leader."

You swallowed thoroughly, strengthening your grip on Sherlock's palm. What had you gotten yourself into?

"So, could you please show her some mercy, hm?" He went on.

For a few seconds, the dark-haired dude (Obviously a fucking gang boss) feigned to think. “No.”

Sherlock shook his head. "Alright. Then you're really only leaving us with one choice." You clenched up his hand. What did he planned to say?

He gazed upon you, his eyes sparkling, oddly. “RUN!”

Then he was grasping you through the crowd and out the club, your feet almost tripping over the concrete floor. 

You gasped for air. "Sher—"

But he was sprinting away, shouting at you to come with him. Fear filled you as you turned to see the big guy running towards you, his furious face twisted.

So you fled. You ran as fast as your limbs were capable of carrying you, not dare to glance back. Sherlock was right away, but you were slowing him down, so he waited to take your hand before tugging you along, dashing across street after street.

You felt the adrenaline surge kick in, and a twinge of fear ran through your spine as you dared to turn and realise no one was following you anymore. It looks like that you had lost him.

But Sherlock didn't stop even when you were nearing the small bridge, before he ducked underneath it, dragging you with him.

Before you could say anything, he had you up against a brick wall, his body altogether covering yours as some sort of shield. The palms of your hands were propped on the back of his body, and you wouldn't dare to rest your weight on his much.

He was gasping and panting a great deal, and you were likewise out of airflow, and not just because you'd just run like a madwoman. Sherlock's closeness to you, and the way you could literally feel his chest rise and fall against you with his uneven breaths, his cologne you could smell instantly melted your brain.

So you chose to open your huge fat lips and speak, out of breathe. "I think he's going—" Sherlock snarled and put his palm over your mouth. You paused, your blood freezing as you heard heavy footsteps coming by. 

You'd spoken too soon.

Sherlock closed his eyes and swore gently, not removing his hand from your mouth. You remained unmoved, trying to keep yourself calm by breathing in and out through your nose.

"Oi! Did you find them?"

"No boss, they are fucking fast."

As he began to scream a torrent of curses, you recognised the dark-haired man's voice. "You're fucking useless."

The approaching footsteps became fainter, and you could hear the big, hefty man protesting as he led his 'boss' away.

But Sherlock held on to you for another five minutes. He only stood there like that, his brow pressing against yours. He only realised when you made a muffled sound from behind his palm, and he hurriedly dropped his hand.

"Hell. I'm so sorry. I was only checking to make sure you were as quiet as possible."

You swallowed, sweated, and showed a scarlet face to Sherlock's stare. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't think he'd be injured. But he had been trying to catch me up—"

"Asshole," blurted Sherlock, scratching his head. "Why are you apologising?" He got what he deserved. "Are you all right?"

"I suppose so, thank you."

He grinned. 

Breathless. That's how you felt. And you'd been unmoving for the last ten minutes or so. 

Why was he making you feel this way?

You noticed his eyes widen in surprise as you slipped down onto the ground, quickly leaning against the wall as if you were about to flop over, feeling awfully on the ankle area. "Hey, hey, easy. Sit here with me. I suspect you have a problem with your ankle." Sherlock swiftly kneeled and checked you by caressing your ankle without asking.

He nodded, seeming unsure, but sat down next to you. "You have a a little bit ankle problem; I saw that it was red." You listened to him and then began to giggle. 

"Are you drunk?" Incredulously, he asked. "I had no idea you had a drink. Are you not in pain right now?"

You laughed as you shook your head. "It'll be fine, and I'm laughing at the ridiculousness of what just happened. That was possibly the most insane thing I've ever done."

Sherlock began his grin. "In all my years as a tour guide, I have to say that was probably the craziest thing I've ever done as well."

Then you both burst out laughing, doubling over.

"Look, I'm sorry for that blonde in the club. She must have been upset to see you hiding with me in that manner. Sorry for ruining your flirting," you remarked casually after catching your breath.

Sherlock arched his brow. "Oh, no problem at all. I didn't give any thought about her. You see, another female caught my eye. And I couldn't ignore her any longer. Not with her ability to capture my attention with every move she made."

Your heart felt like a drum in your chest. “Oh. Good for you."

Sherlock gave a shake of his head. "Not really."

Because of the way he looked at you, his eyes sparkled and his lips parted, you almost thought he was going to say something else. "With you here, it's better."

He just shifted the topic by laughing once more, making another joke about your 'wild' escape.

"Just wait for me; I'll be right back. Don't drown in the lake." He cracked a smile before getting up and climbing alongside the bridge.

The soreness in your ankle has gone when you check it. Maybe it's because you haven't worked out in two years since you've been too busy with your job and you just running from danger like your life were hourglass; that's a good justification. 

"I'm back." Sherlock tugs you out of your tranquilly, and you catch the tiny cups of ice cream on his both hands, which he is handing one cup on to you. "I ate it when I came here, try it. It tastes fantastic." His trademark smile backs.

He sits back like he did before going to get the ice cream, and you watch him scoop it and lick it while smiling at you.

"Wow, this is so good, so delicious." You eat it all right straight away, another spoon and another. You’re leaning in and digging your spoon in for another bite of your dessert when you feel Sherlock's gaze shift from the lake to you. You figure he’s just watching the movements he saw in his peripheral vision. 

Sherlock asked, playfully. "I had no idea you were so reckless." 

"What do you mean?" You wonder, frowning at him. He stares at you for a second before he bursts into low warm chuckles, eyes looking up at the nearly night sky as he throws his head slightly back before he turns back to you.

"Here," he says, putting the ice cream on his spoon on your nose. "Aww, Y/N! You're so hilarious!"

"Oi! Oi!” Your red face reacted, yet surprising he could tease you with the ice cream. You repay him by smearing your leftover ice cream on his lips with your pointing finger.

The fit of giggles surrounding you grew harder to control, yet neither of you seemed to mind. And, all of a sudden, Sherlock's face leaned in closer to yours. His laughter stops, but rather when he glances at you, his icy blue eyes light up with fun. The way he breathe brushing against the bridge of your nose and his little blow above by his lips on your lips.

Your eyes are as though time has stopped. Your gaze is just around both of his ocean irises, his nose, and his lips, which are all much closer.

Even though it's already at evening, Sherlock has to see your curious expression on his face. You're not sure what you're supposed to do when he confines you up like this.

As if he could read your mind, and keeping your hand from pulling his neck closer becomes one of the most hard thing to do right now.

He leans in closer, and you have only a split second of confusion while counting the shade in his eyes before you're overwhelmed in an affectionate kiss.

Only the moon and the stars shine down on you two, while both of your lips begin to seal together. It took some time for his firm arms to securely grasp your waist and let you to take in his kiss with greater ease.

Soon, his tongue was frantically seeking to reach into your mouth. You parted your silky lips and delicately allowed his tongue slip inside your mouth. The ice cream sweetening within his lips mingled with yours.

You let out a small sigh and rise your hands to apply pressure to his back hair. As your need for air became readily apparent you steadily drew away, and Sherlock signalled that he accepted with you to letting your lips break away from his. 

Your cheeks were flushed, and his hair was messy. 

Your breaths were tight as you just stared at each other in disbelief. You've kissed other people before, but this one felt special. The one you knew you desired evermore.

You awoke to the sound of your phone buzzing. You sighed and struggled to sit up, your back tight. When you realised someone's arm was around your waist, you froze.As you slowly pulled his arm from your body and sat up, feeling warm all over, the same someone made a muffled moaning sound.

Because you'd spent the entire nighy with Sherlock after the kisses, yes, kisses; under a fucking bridge.

When your phone kept ringing, you sighed and answered it, still drowsy and sore that you couldn't see who was on the other end of the queue.

“Y/N? What have you been up to? I've been calling you constantly since last night. Is everything all right?"

Shit. 

You had never idea Joe's voice could take you off guard in this way. It's as though your idealistic life has finally come to an end.

"Joe. Yeah, I'm okay. That was a long night," you admitted promptly. Joe breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks God. You really scared me. What were you doing yesterday night?" He kept going. 

You made the decision to just tell him the truth. "I went to a nightclub."

"Is it a nightclub?" You're on your own? What did I say about heading to places like this, Y/N? Anything could have happened to you, and I was nowhere to be found—"

"Joe, I wasn't alone. My tour guide was with me," you eventually blurted out. Joe was making sense to you at its core, but you weren't going to admit it.

There was a brief pause. "You went out with your middle-aged tour guide?" He asked quietly.

You could hear Sherlock getting up from the ground behind you. Your voice must have jolted him awake.

“What? No! He's—young," you whispered, quickly regretting your words. You rose up, returning your gaze to Sherlock, who was now stretching, his curly hair tangled.

"I think you need to come home," Joe remarked. "I am. A few more days," you furiously told him. "No, I mean right now. I don't think you should be gallivanting through Europe with some unknown guy who could do anything to you at any time."

"Try anything? He's not some creep," you yelled, as Sherlock exhaled sharply behind you.

"You don't understand men, Y/N. He's probably waiting for an opportunity to get in your trousers. And as your fiancé, you should surely realise how uncomfortable I am with the entire situation," he continued, his voice rising.

You opened your mouth, speechless. "Are you implying that I might cheat on you?"

"No—yes," he answered emphatically. “Yes.”

You instantly recall me of Sherlock and you snuggling beneath the bridge, the way he delicately brushes your hair off across your cheeks. Are you cheating on Joe?

In any case, you felt wrath knot in your gut, but you can't reveal intense feelings right now, not right now. “Wow. Joe, real nice."

"Just go home. I'll book your flight for tonight," he continued, obviously ignoring the pain in your voice.

"No," you responded quietly. "I'm going to track down your stupid ring and return it to you."

"Why would you return it to me? It's  yours."

"I don't want it anymore," you stated calmly. You began to walk back and forth, your fingers running over your scruffy hair. Sherlock appeared alongside you in an instant, worried. 

"I'm not keen on being in the ring, Joe. And I don't want this marriage," you kindly added. 

"Are you acting strangely because you're upset that I accused you of cheating?" Joe questioned swiftly. "If that's the case, I'm sorry—"

"It's more than that. I'm not sure I'm ready for this, Joe. And I don't think I'll ever be ready," you admitted, your heart hammering. You despised it. But you had no choice.

"Exactly what are you saying?"

"I'm telling you that I can't marry you. I'm sorry. But I-I can't promise my entire life to someone I'm not sure I love," you broke down, your voice trembling. 

"Yo-you don't love me?" Joe sought out, and your heart wrenched as you heard the wrenching sorrow in his tone of voice.

"I love you. I just cannot love you in the way you wish. Joe, I tried. I made an effort. And I'm very sorry," you whispered as you closed your eyes.

"No," he said, suddenly frantic. "You can't be breaking up with me over the phone, can you? You're just upset, Y/N. If you don't want to come home yet, don't. Take as much time as you need. But we'll talk when you get back. We'll figure it out."

“Joe—“

“No. I don't want to hear anything.It can't end like this," he sighed, his voice quivering. I'm going to hang up right now. You go think about it."

He'd hung up before you could finish your sentence. Even though your heart was heavy with the realisation of what you'd just done, you felt a strange sort of relief.

You knew it wasn't over. You'd have to go back, face him, and both families. But you'd gotten your confession out of the way. You didn't want to lie to him any longer.

You realised at that point that Sherlock had seen everything. He was keeping a wary eye on you.

You had a big grin on your face. “Morning.”

The back of his neck was rubbed. "I'd ask if everything was okay, but clearly..."

You made a shaky gesture with your head."It needed to be done. This is something I can no longer do. Pretend I love him as much as he loves me and plan to spend the rest of my life with him. It's not fair to either him or myself."

Sherlock said nothing, but he appeared agitated. You opened your lips to speak, but he interrupted you.

"I'm sorry," he said flatly. "It was inappropriate for me to take you to that club, and it was even more inappropriate for me to fall asleep with you under that bridge."

Your cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. "What do you mean?" It was all your choice to make. "Wh-why are you sorry?"

"Because I have this strong feeling that whatever just happened was because of me," he explained.

You intended to go through a hole.

"Don't be silly. It has absolutely nothing to do with you. Nothing happened between us," you said, coming across a little harsher than you thought. 

"Y/N, we had ki— well, right," he replied, with a voice affected as he hesitated. Sherlock clutch his teeth together to bear his wrath. The bitterness expression that you would never expect from a humorous man like him. "We are basically nothing."

And you have no idea why hearing his shuddering voice has killed you more than you can fathom.

You couldn't figure out why the sight on his sourness face crushed your heart fall in bits more than cancelling your engagement had.

[jessicasland]

I finally got around to redesigning Scott Summers and Emma Frost's kids; Meghan, Ruby, Jade, and Alex II, as well as Logan and Jean's daughter, Katherine.

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Meghan Jane-Summers Frost

Age: 6

DOB: December 11th, 2018

Main Color(s): Gray and White

Skin Color: Fair

Hair Color: Pale Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Power(s): Telepathy, Telekinesis, Organic Crystal Form

Family: Emma Frost (Mother), Scott Summers (Father), Ruby and Jade Summers-Frost (Younger Twin Sisters), Alexander Summers-Frost II (Younger Brother), Professor X (Grandfather), Logan Howlett (Uncle), Jean Grey (Aunt), Kate Howlett (Cousin)

Outfit: She wears a light gray and white dress, a dark gray bow behind her head, diamond earrings on her ears, white socks, and dark gray shoes.

Facts

.She's the first-born granddaughter of Charles Xavier

.She's very vain, selfish, a little bossy, and self-centered

.She considers herself the ringmaster simply because she's the oldest of her siblings and cousin

.She got her powers after her third birthday

.Her room is the biggest in the house

.Of the twins, Ruby is her partner in crime because she looks up to her the most

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Ruby Grace and Jade Adella Summers Frost

Age: 5

DOB: February 26th, 2019

Main Colors: Red (Ruby), Green (Jade)

Skin Color: Fair

Hair Color: Pale Blonde

Eye Color: Light Brown

Power(s): Organic Garnet Form, Memory Manipulation, Possession. Organic Emerald Form, Mind Link, Mental Paralysis.

Family: Emma Frost (Mother), Scott Summers (Father), Meghan Summers-Frost (Older Sister), Alexander Summers-Frost II (Younger Brother), Professor X (Grandfather), Logan Howlett (Uncle), Jean Grey (Aunt), Kate Howlett (Cousin).

Outfit: Ruby wears a dark red sweater with a firetruck red stripe in the middle, a maroon skirt, pale red socks, dark red Mary Jane shoes, and ruby red earrings on her ears. Jade wears a dark green sweater with a light green stripe in the middle, a pine green skirt, pale green socks, dark green Mary Jane shoes, and emerald green earrings on her ears.

Facts

.Ruby is the older twin by three seconds

.They didn't have to go to the NICU after they were born because they were born at full-term

.Ruby is extroverted, a girly-girl, and looks up to Meghan all the time while Jade is more shy, a bit tomboyish, and rather keep to herself

.Identical Twins

.Both of them share a room which is across the hall from Scott and Emma's room

.Jade got her powers before Ruby did the second they turned a year old

-

Alexander Nathanial Summers-Frost II

Age: 5

DOB: June 3rd, 2019

Main Color(s): Blue, Navy, and White

Skin Color: Fair

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Blue

Power(s): Organic Aquamarine Form, Mental Sedation, Mental Erasure

Family: Emma Frost (Mother), Scott Summers (Father), Meghan Summers-Frost (Older Sister), Ruby and Jade Summers-Frost (Older Twin Sisters), Professor X (Grandfather), Logan Howlett (Uncle), Jean Grey (Aunt), Kate Howlett (Cousin)

Outfit: He wears a white collared short-sleeved shirt, a light blue sweater vest with navy blue lining, a black belt with a silver belt buckle in the middle, light brown shorts, pale yellow socks, and dark brown shoes.

Facts

.Emma had a cryptic pregnancy with Alex and he ended up being a premie baby (31 weeks digestion). He had to stay in the NICU for nine weeks until he was able to go home

.He got his powers when he was two

.Seeing as Alex was born in the same year as Ruby and Jade, that makes the three of them Irish Triplets

.He loves to play tennis, soccer, and the guitar

. Although he's rich, Alex is kind, generous, and friendly whether the person is a mutant or not

.He loves to be with his sisters and cousin

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Katherine Jean Howlett-Grey

Age: 3

DOB: August 22nd, 2021

Main Color(s): Yellow, White, and Blue

Skin Color: Fair

Hair Color: Red

Eye Color: Blue

Power(s): Light Projection

Family: Jean Grey (Mother), Logan Howlett (Father), Professor X (Grandfather), Scott Summers (Uncle), Emma Frost (Aunt), Meghan Summers-Frost (Older Cousin), Ruby and Jade Summers-Frost (Older Twin Cousins), Alexander Summers-Frost II (Older Cousin)

Outfit: She wears an oversized yellow t-shirt with white lining and a picture of the moon, a cloud, and the stars, jean shorts, dark periwinkle socks, and orange shoes

Facts

.She was born two years after her cousins came along because, during her birth, Jean had a complication which required her to go into emergency surgery. While both mom and baby were fine, the surgery caused Jean to not have any more children naturally

.She has a stuffed frog named Hoppy

.Since she's the youngest of her cousins, it's hard for her to keep up with them

.She got her powers when she was ten months old, earlier than any of her cousins

.Out of her cousins, she's the one who visits Xavier and the mansion the most (mainly because the house she and her parents live in is so close to the mansion)

.When she gets older, she'll be the same height as Logan.

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Created via Adobe Illustrator.

[lostinyourfacade]

I plan on writing aquamarine more on my su multimuse so here's my favorite ships with her in no particular order.

Aquapaz

Aquaball

Aquamarine x navy

[the-evil-space-trio-au]

I heard Aquaball was confirmed canon and I just wanna say two things

1. HOLY SHIT AQUA HAS A GF NOW WE DID IT! NEVER THOUGHT WE’D SEE THE DAY BUT AQUAMARINE HAS A GIRLFRIEND!

2. I’m still shipping Bluebird with Navy because polyamory exists and I refuse to give up Navymarine

3. Actually I might as well just give Aqua the entire Ruby squad because she deserves it. Please give the her Ruby harem thanks.

4. I still wanna remake my creepypasta vids but oof procrastination.

[ifeellikeameowster]

I hurried up and redrew and colored an old design I did for an Aquamarine and Navy Ruby fusion! Since it looks like we might be getting a canon Aquamarine fusion with one of the Rubies soon?

[plushiesoffluff]

Today I remembered this crack ship and also realize I didn’t draw Navy’s outfit at all how she looks.