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Cats and Their Men Masterlist, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

You can’t seem to think without debating over what you said to Kyle. Needless to say, you feel like you got in your head over it. Maybe he meant it and it wasn’t a pity ask or maybe it was. You don’t know. Kyle doesn’t seem like the type to do that to a lady. He’s sweet, and genuinely funny and handsome and kind an—

“Dude,” Jess comes from the grooming salon as you bang your head against the reception table. You were cold calling but your mind had other ideas. “You look like shit.” Normally you’re more focused on your work but it’s just Kyle, Kyle, Kyle— Remember what you said to Kyle?

Sighing defeatedly, “gee, thanks.” Hitting your head again and again on the firm table. Your forehead throbs when you finally give it rest. “I feel like shit.” You’ve been a zombie at work, you don’t speak much about your home life. You try to keep that separate from the job because you don’t want to drag it in here. It’s not your fault that a stupidly handsome man with an equally stupidly charming smile looked at you the way he did. So why do you feel so hung up about it?

“So…” She asks after a moment of far too much silence. “How’s the calling going?”

“Oh, it’s going.” Groaning softly, “not many people are answering. Some said they wanted to come in but not for today.” Some even started bitching about their previous grooms but you muted them until they finished and still asked if they wanted to come in for an appointment. Funnily enough, they said no.

“Surprised it’s slow for a Saturday.” One of the pains of a grooming salon is that it’ll be filled with clients or it’ll be deader than a western movie scene of a tumbleweed blowing in the wind. “You wanna leave early today?” Nudging you a little as she asks maybe to brighten you up. You’ve been a little cloud of gloom and the other groomers are getting worried.

You think it over, maybe you can ask Connor to let you take a shift on the floor? They still haven’t hired anyone but it would be nice to get home earlier than you usually do. Kyle hasn’t come back… maybe you did fuck yourself over. Wouldn’t be the first time you shot yourself in the foot. His warm brown eyes flashes through your mind's eye and you stand up quickly. Jess quirks a brow and you give a weak nod, “yeah… yeah, I’ll clock out.”

“Alright, clean up and get going.”

She leaves you to your thoughts, cleaning up some kennels and hurriedly clocking out before one of the groomers can even ask you to bathe one of their dogs. Heading straight for the breakroom and shoving your hoodie back on. Rubbing over your face again when you see your reflection. You do look tired. Why does this bother me so much? Walking out and stuffing your wallet and keys into your hoodies pocket. “Oh wait,” you bite your lip slightly, a man’s voice can be heard milling over the different litters the store sell. The Scottish notes to his voice barely heard when you think about those cats around your apartment that you’ve been feeding. “I could to buy another bag.” Blame your grandma for your love of cats, that woman is THE old cat lady and you love that for her.

You waltz down the familiar aisle, looking from the 25 pound bag to the 50 pound bag… It might be best to get the smaller one since you ride the bus but the big one would feed the cats longer. “hmm, alright,” you go for the heavier one after weighing your options. Heaving it onto your shoulders, you wobble a bit when you bend back too far. Shit… Shit! Your world starts to flip and you’re bracing for a hard fall.

“Woah!” A hand settles heavy on your back and steadies you. “Ye need help, lass?” Sparkling blue eyes look down at you. He doesn’t even wait for an answer as he pulls it over his shoulder with ease.

“You— hey!” He doesn’t let you take it from him even when you try to reach for it. In fact, he steps back towards his cart that pokes out from behind him. “I can handle it.” You’re just tired and sluggish, you can lug those things in your sleep.

“Nearly took a tumble,” he winks and you get a better look at him as your lips purse. He’s handsome in a charming, farmer boy way. His hair’s cut into a mohawk and you’d make fun of it if it didn’t actually fit his appearance. There’s a jagged pink scar that’s hard not to notice on his face, your stomach churns at what he must’ve gone through to survive that. The other thing that worries you is that he’s wearing no jacket or hoodie and his face, arms, and hands look like he’s been run through a human sized blender.

“I’m— are you okay?” You point to his arms first and he looks down. He grins something wild and you take the tiniest step back.

“Yeah,” he shrugs, “this one just needed some convincing.” You tilt to the side and nearly squeal when he pulls his cart to his side. A bundled up cat in a thick, dark blue jacket is nestled over some litter bags. Orange fur poking out to the fluffiest extent and what’s something of a coincidence… The cat looks like they got an orange looking mohawk of their own. “Bugger didnae want to be caught.”

You blink once and then twice, “oh… oh?!” He laughs a little when it starts to make sense on those cuts of his. The cat doesn’t look like they’d do that from where you’re standing though. They’re sitting quietly in the jacket save for the tiniest flicker of its orange fluffy tail. Slowly blinking their eyes as if the noises from your conversation has woken them up. “They did that?” Gesturing to him once more, “really?”

He nods, doesn’t seem strained at all with how he still holds your bag of cat food. “He’s been around my house for the longest. Took a lot of convincing to grab him.” And you can see the effects of that convincing. Poor, little guy he must’ve tried so hard escape the Scot’s arms from how beat up the man looks. Wait… Scot?

“Johnny?” You blurt and his shoulders tense. His smile drops, the blue of his eyes switches to something sharp. “I— sorry, are you Johnny?” Stammering a little as he eyes you up and down.

His eyes squint and he stands a little more in front of his cart, blocking your view of his cat. “Aye, that’s me,” his accent thicker and just a bit on edge. “Have we met?” No… no you have not and he knows that.

“No, I— uh, Kyle? Are you friends with Kyle and John?” Stammering out your words.

It starts to click in his head and whatever tense moment that was there is gone immediately. “Bonnie?!” You flinch at his boom, “I ken who ye are,” puzzles all connecting finally in his head now, “boys been yappin’ about ye, was wonderin’ when I’d met this cashier of theirs.” Boys? Plural? Theirs? “Can ye help me, lass? I’ve an idea on how to take care of my boy but m’not against asking for help. Been told ye ken what yer doin’.”

The complete 180 is a whiplash, he acted like you were gonna hurt him. Like you could, all the men you’ve been meeting recently look like they can easily hold themselves alone in a fight. “Yeah,” shuffling around, the boys he mentioned are probably the three you’ve met already. Small world… “I can help you out. I don’t mind.” You smile and he returns it happily, granted you are off the clock but… you have a feeling he’ll need some pointers. Damn your heart of hearts. “I can hold tha—“

“Nonsense,” waving his hand with a shrug of his shoulder when try once more to grab the bag. “I’d never let a bonnie thing like ye lift anything heavy. S’what these are for, yeah?” He flexes his arms and you try to not ogle at the muscles. “Mind pushing the cart though?” You nod and step closer to push. His cat seems to not even care at all about the movement. Just sits and stares, calm as can be despite the terror he must’ve caused Johnny.

“He’s a pretty fluffy cat, I’d recommend a good comb.” Cats can get matted and knotted despite being self-groomers, you’ve seen some get groomed at the salon. Usually longhair cats like this one. His paws are big, ears pointed more, “I think your boys a maine coon cat.” The lion’s mane also helps in your thought process. “At least he could be?”

“I think so too,” Johnny looks positively happy in his capture. He worked hard to catch and chase. “He’s been eating what I’ve been leaving out, I checked for a collar but found none.” Though… you doubt he’d care about that from the way he’s speaking. “Guess he’s all mine, Kyle owes me money.” You perk up at the mention of Kyle.

“Poor lad, seemed sad the other day.”

You deflate a little, looking away and you miss the knowing look that Johnny gives you. “Yeah…” you mutter and leave the cart to pull items for his cat. If you had his number then maybe you could talk to him. Or maybe you wouldn’t… “here,” you come back with a cat bed and some toys. You’ve yet to figure out what to say to Kyle when— if. If he comes back. You hope he comes back.

“Careful, hen,” Johnny says worriedly as you put your hand in the cart. Johnny makes a move to grab your arm but it’s too late, your hands already placing the toys down in the cart. There’s a brief pause before his cat tilts his head and moves to sniff as best as he can despite being burrito’d in the jacket. “Oh?” His eyes widened slightly, “I see how it is, hmm? Ye scratch me up but allow the pretty lass to be near ye.” Turning rather green with jealousy as you laugh at his envious expression. To add insult to injury you pet his boy some more and he purrs. Loudly.

“Well…” you pet away at the purring cat, rubbing from his nose to the top of his head. His ears flickering when you thumb over his head to then scratch at his chin. “You did chase him.” Cooing down at the baby, not an ounce of spiciness in those big eyes of his. “Poor boy, you were just scared? Weren’t you?” Baby talking the cat as if he can understand you. “Big scary man came grabbing at you, poor baby.” You’d probably freak out too if Johnny came after you… the man looks like he can definitely toss you around.

“It was for his own good,” Johnny rolls his eyes with indifference. “I couldnae leave ‘im out in the cold.” You flick through the cat’s tufts of hair on the top of his head. Standing them up so it looks more like a mohawk to match his dad’s hairstyle. “He’s too smart, tried to box’im but he ken what I was doin’.” There’s a growing of a smile on his face as he watches you. Can’t be bothered to stay displeased, not with how sweetly you are eing towards his cat. He’s starting to understand the appeal.

You feel eyes on you and you lock eyes with him once you look up. He doesn’t turn from you even as you pull back. The cat doesn’t seem happy about the loss of pets when he tries yet fails to get out of the jacket. “I,” clearing away at your throat and that makes him blink finally. “Well… how did you get him?” A bit curious but it falters when Johnny grins wolfishly. “Oh no, what did you do?”

“Built him a cat house with one of those nice heaters. Only,” he leans closer like he’s telling you a secret, “I made it to where it would shut once he stepped in.” Rolling his shoulder slightly once he stands straight so the bag sits better. “Hardest part was getting him settled cause once I managed to get’em out of it. He ran all around the house knocking things over.” He chuckles, “had to wrap my jacket ‘round him. Clawed me up good.” — ouch! Aw ye stupid wee man! M’tryna help ye, stop bitin’! No, John, m’fine. Finally got my boy.— “He seems calm,” those blue eyes of his squint, “for now.”

Snorting a laugh, “yeah, he does. Just shaken up.” Pivoting on your heel, “come on, need to get you some more things for him. Hope you don’t mind?” He’s already got the litter and the litter box, even has the cat food.

“Not one bit, lass, not one bit.”

You take him around the store to grab what’s needed. His cat is snoozing the entire time, only waking up when a bump gets hit or you laugh a little too hard from Johnny’s jokes. Turns out, the Scot really is bad at naming things. “Firewatch is not a name, Johnny.”

“Ye sound like John.” He muses, cocking a brow at you.

“It’s the truth.” Saying it like a judge’s final answer on a case.

“An Cheddars any be’ter?” Tilting his head down, he’s long since put your bag of cat food in his cart. He would’ve held it longer had you not pestered him so. He liked how flustered you became when he asked if you’re always so worried or if it’s just for him. “Startin’ to think ye donnae ken how to give names.”

“Hey,” looking highly upset that he’d doubt your superior naming abilities. “I can name a cat, you just don’t like any of the names I’ve mentioned.” You’ve both listed off names. Cheddar, Bomb, Apollo, Firestick, Jackie, Blaze, Riley— now that on one, he seemed vehemently against. You don’t know why and he refused to give his reasonings behind it. “What about… Oliver?” He goes to say something but pauses once he chews on it.

“Hmmm,” he looks from your and then downwards, “Oliver, huh? Better than Riley that’s for sure.” Somewhere a big man in a mask that sneezes, “alright,” Johnny concedes, “I like it.”

“Could call him Ol’ Riley for short?” Wiggling your brows.

“Oh, now ye are pushing yer luck, lass.” Pushing the cart to the front to get to paying for everything you told him he’d need. He doesn’t mind the price, pays for it without doubting your knowledge. Even pays for the cat food that you planned on buying much to your surprise. He simply smiled when you tried to offer him your discounts, “s’fine, hen. Least I could do since yer not workin’.” Your cheeks warm a little, those butterflies start fluttering around once more.

“Okay, but, next time?” God, will there be one? “I’m paying for you.” Not taking a no for an answer on the matter.

“S’bad manners if I let ye pay for me, hen.” shaking his head once he walks with you to the exit. “Do ye need help taking this to yer car?”

“What? Oh,” shaking your head no, “I uh,” thinking of a quick excuse. “I need to talk to my manager, gott speak with him on somethings.”

“Ye want me to stay then?” His arms cross as he offers, “I can load it up for ye once yer done.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” Coming close and petting Oliver one final time, you reach right for the big bag but Johnny’s hand wraps around your wrist gently to stopping you.

“Ye sure?” You take in a quick gasp, he’s nearly at your side. He’s warm, like a furnace, burns hot even when there’s a chill outside. “S’pretty heavy.”

“Y-Yeah,” tugging back from his grasp, “I’m sure,” you pick it up and he helps settle it on your shoulders. Distributing the weight for you so you don’t have to. “You should get home. It’s too cold out to not be wearing a jacket.”

“Donnae worry yer pretty head, lass.” His hand lands on his hip as he watches to make sure there’s not a wobble to your legs. “I’ll see ye?” Though it doesn’t sound like a question, sounds more like he knows he will sooner rather than later.

“Okay,” watching as he finally leaves to load up his car. You hide in the grooming salon till you think he’s gone and then make the trek up to your bus’s stop. Plopping the bag down and you sit to take a deep breath. There’s sweat on your brow despite the cold but your bus should be coming any minute now. Wiping at your brow, you pick up your phone to look on tiktok to pass the time. Once you hear the hiss of the bus stopping you heave the cat bag up and over your shoulders. Trudging along inside and sitting back in your usual spot.

You don’t notice the pair of eyes thats been watching you from a distance. Taking note of your exhaustion from where he observes you, “hm...” He leaves once your bus gets on moving down its route. It takes you straight home as always.

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andypantsx3 · 1 year ago

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𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 : 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑜 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 : 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑣

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: In order to placate your anxious mother, you agree to return to your hometown to participate in a mating run—knowing full well that betas rarely get chased, never mind betas nearly old enough to age out of the practice. You’ve decided to treat it like a vacation, a chance to visit with your childhood friends, the mating run itself a nice relaxing hike.All in all it’s a solid plan—until alpha Todoroki Shouto, your best friend's little brother,steps in and blows it all to pieces. 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡: omegaverse, no quirks au, alpha!shouto, beta!reader, mating rituals, age gap, best friend’s little brother, older reader, afab reader, some class differences, aged up characters, semi-public sex, slight small town romance vibes, background implied dabihawks for some reason, smut, knotting, 18+; mdni! 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ: 7.6k | chapter 4 of 4

Then

“Shouto duty,” was the first thing Touya grumbled as he emerged from his house.

A little shadow with red and white hair peered out from behind him, big eyes staring up at you. Shouto was dressed in a periwinkle t-shirt and khaki shorts in the late spring heat, and he was nearly vibrating with excitement. You reached out reflexively to pat that fluff of hair, and Shouto seemed to lean into your touch like a cat, probably starved of affection from his fussy older brother.

“My lucky day,” you said, grinning at the way it made Touya roll his eyes.

Shouto nearly launched himself off the steps, looking quietly thrilled to be tagging along. He shoved himself in between you and Touya as you walked, as if unable to bear Touya’s proximity to you, making Touya bark out an annoyed, “Oi, watch it.”

Shouto ignored him, turning to you. “Y/N, I have something to tell you.”

You looked down at him curiously. “What?”

“I lost a tooth,” he said, staring up at you seriously. You laughed, knowing most kids would have smiled to show off their tooth gap, but Shouto had always been a little bit more withdrawn, though he was fairly open around you.

“When?” you asked, ignoring Touya’s scoff. “Did the tooth fairy come?”

Shouto nodded. “Last night. I am adding the money to my inheritance for you.”

That made you laugh again, and you bumped his shoulder. “You’re a good kid, Shouto. I think you should buy yourself something with it though. Especially in this weather—it’s good popsicle weather.”

Shouto looked like he was seriously considering this. “Do you like popsicles?”

You nodded. “Definitely.”

He seemed to pocket that information, and you hid a fond smile. That kid was too sweet for his own good, when it came to you. You wondered when his little case of older-brother’s-friend worship would end. You hoped not for another few years, at least.

“Fucking finally,” Touya said when he caught sight of Rumi and Keigo at the end of his neighborhood, his booted steps growing faster, as if eager to get away from the two of you.

You didn’t mind—Shouto was easy company.

“Oi!” Keigo called out to you, waving a skinny arm. You accompanied Shouto over, watching with a little bit of self-satisfaction when Shouto ducked a hair ruffle from Rumi, the look on his face almost reminiscent of Touya.

You were still his favorite, it seemed.

The usual round of arguments commenced about what to play now that all of you were united, Touya snottily vetoing everyone’s suggestions—except, notably, Keigo’s. Eventually you settled on hide and seek, something Shouto could participate in too, since it didn’t involve convoluted rules, and established a set distance you could go.

Finally Shouto was dubbed the first seeker, and the rest of you took off into the surrounding neighborhood.

You immediately beelined for the sprawling oak at the edge of the neighborhood, its thick, leafy branches the perfect place to conceal yourself. Touya, Keigo, and Rumi had long caught on to the fact that you were almost always to be found up a tree, but Shouto hadn’t played this game with you before.

Thirty seconds and one bark-scraped palm later had you settled in your hiding place, just as you caught Shouto’s shout from afar, “Ready or not, here I come!”

You quieted your breath, listening for the sound of his approach. This late in spring, the cicadas were already roaring. The leaves rustled around you in the breeze and you could hear some other band of kids shrieking and laughing, far in the distance.

It was nearing ten minutes on by the time you heard the thump of Shouto’s sneakers approaching, and you could just make out that distinct mop of bright hair through the branches. He poked around behind bushes, peering at eye level, but didn’t seem to think to look up for you. You watched him hunt through the surrounding area, then dash off when you heard a distinctly Keigo squawk not too far away.

You were nearly asleep on your tree branch when you heard his return, and you sat up quietly to watch him again. You were impressed that he seemed to know you were somewhere nearby.

As you watched him rifle around, you wondered if you should drop a hint, just because he’d been so sweet to you earlier. He’d been so adorable insisting he’d save you his tooth money.

You deliberately rustled a branch, leaning on it so it made a loud creak.

Immediately, Shouto’s head snapped up. Two mismatched eyes narrowed in on you, and his face seemed to brighten when he saw you. A small smile quirked the corner of his mouth.

“Caught you,” he called up to you.

You stuck a leg down tauntingly. “Not yet.”

Something passed over Shouto’s face, and his gaze seemed to sharpen. “I have, too.” You could almost hear a foot stamp in his voice.

You grinned. “Not until I get down.”

A determined look settled across Shouto’s features, and he prowled over to the tree. You watched him jump for a lower branch, catching it securely before hefting himself up. His arms were skinny, but his movements were sure, intent. In no time at all you were helping lever him onto your own branch, pulling him up alongside you.

“I caught you,” Shouto repeated, settling a proprietary hand on your arm. His hand was warm, and his fingers caught your wrist tightly.

You smiled. “I let you catch me by making all that noise, you mean.”

A tiny frown pulled at Shouto’s mouth. “I knew you were around here,” he said, something almost like a pout in his voice.

You laughed. “I did notice you came back. Those are some good tracking skills—although don’t forget to look up. I’m usually always up a tree, when it comes to hide and seek, and Touya and the others I think have caught on too. They’re probably up their own trees somewhere.”

“I do not care about finding them,” Shouto said. His straightforward tone startled a laugh out of you.

You settled back against the branch, Shouto still gripping your arm firmly. “Should we let them wait, then?” you asked, grinning. “I bet Rumi will come out on her own pretty soon, she’s so impatient.”

Shouto nodded. “I will stay here with you.”

The sincerity of the statement warmed you, the way Shouto’s serious little proclamations always did. He was too sweet for this earth. “Then shall we discuss which popsicle you’re going to get later? I have some recommendations.”

Shouto nodded seriously, and you launched into your nonsense, pleased. The leaves rustled around you, the breeze cool and pleasant against your skin. It felt like time stretched out around you, thick like taffy, slow and lazy and easy in the late spring breeze.

You thought absently that wished you could have a million more moments, Shouto the easiest company beside you, just like this.

Now

The morning of the run dawned warm and dry, sunny with a light breeze.

It was perfect hiking weather, and that was the only thing that kept you in good spirits. You tried not to think about Shouto—about how he was going after someone today, how you’d possibly seen him for the last time before he did. He’d said he’d find your tree, but there was really no guarantee his omega was going to run in the same direction as you.

You ate breakfast on the couch with your mother, listening to her excitedly chatter about your prospects today. You hammed it up a little bit, pretending you had any interest in being chased by an alpha, so that you could milk it later and avoid promises to commit to next year’s run. You hoped it would be enough of a deterrent for her—every year you grew older without a mate, she seemed more desperate to find you one.

You repacked your bags, readying yourself to board your train back to the city tomorrow, feeling mournful. Then you spent the rest of the morning finishing up the small things your mother had let go while you were gone, YouTubing your way through a door knob repair, and some weather stripping replacements. You lifted her air-conditioning into the window, swearing and sweating the whole time and wishing you had even a fraction of Shouto’s easy alpha strength.

After everything was finished, you packed up for the run, placing all your snacks and the sandwich Shouto had helped assemble into a small backpack, stuffing in a water and a book after. Then you scrounged around in your clean laundry for some hiking clothes, settling on leggings and a tee-shirt, no reason to try to impress anyone.

It was late morning by the time you ducked out of your house and started the trek to the preserve on the edge of town. Throngs of people were already gathered when you got there, alphas and omegas alike crowding the entrance. An overwhelming mixture of scents washed over you, the sweetness and florals of the omegas, the tang and spice of the alphas, even the small muted underwash of a few betas.

The overstimulation was nostalgic, and brought to mind your first few runs—the anticipatory hope you felt, the determination not to get caught for some one-time mating with an alpha who wouldn’t prove to be your life mate. It had been years, and you knew the outcome already this time, but some small thrill of anticipation thrummed in your veins regardless.

You kept to the edge of the crowd, sprawling out on the grass until the organizers called for the omegas and running betas to come forward to their starting mark. The alphas and remaining betas would be called to the mark a half hour later, to follow their intended targets into the preserve.

Then the whistle was being blown, and the crowd of omegas around you surged into the forest.

The first hundred meters of the preserve were a tangle of wild trees and overgrowth—omegas typically stayed on the trails until the forest opened up, several paths intersecting and leading away into hills and towards a pond, with the last one stretching towards the coast. This was your usual route and you followed it until the trees thinned out, then stepped off the path to tromp through the woods in the direction of the coastline.

You kept a brisk pace, wanting to get as far in as you could before the alphas were let in. Eventually the spruces and firs gave way to mostly coastal scrub pines amid tall grass, and you could smell the ocean through the trees, hear the crash of the waves against the rocky outcroppings.

You stepped out of the woods along a small coastal path that stretched for miles, and followed it a few minutes more until it flattened out. There was a small meadow laid into the coastline, spanning several square meters of pale seagrass and flowering bushes, shaded by an enormous willow tree—your target.

The meadow had a beautiful view of the shining blue waves through the barren scrub trees, but more importantly it was out of the way, little known to people who did not frequent the coastline trails. The willow was the perfect cover, its trailing fingers and dense greenery more than enough to hide one disinterested beta.

You ducked through the leaves, latching onto one of the lower branches and heaving yourself up. It had been years since you’d climbed anything—the city not exactly chalk-full of great climbing trees—but you were pleased to find it just as satisfying. You scrambled up into the canopy, testing your weight against your designated branch, finding it still held you easily.

Perfect.

You immediately rewarded yourself with a granola bar, settling onto your branch and chewing contentedly, pleased with the temperature. The sun was hot, but in the shade of the leaves and the salty breeze drifting in off the sea, it was perfectly comfortable.

You’d just gotten out your book to read, flipping to the spot you’d last left off at, when the chirp of nearby birds stopped. The meadow seemed to grow quiet around you.

You sat up, alert, at the soft tread of a bootfall close by. Your breath froze in your lungs. An omega, looking for a place to hide? Or some alpha?

Except then a long-fingered hand parted the hanging tendrils of the willow, and a familiar head of scarlet and white hair was ducking inside the canopy.

Embarrassingly, your heart swelled. Shouto had made time to stop in before finding his omega.

“Shouto!” you shouted down, pleased.

Shouto’s face tipped up to you, a tiny smile on his mouth. He looked especially good today, you thought, a navy tee shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, baring the flesh of his biceps, a flush on his cheeks from the warm spring sun. He looked a little taken apart, windswept like he’d run here, and you furiously stamped down on the flash of heat in your tummy.

Nope. No.

“Y/N,” Shouto intoned quietly, his eyes glittering up at you. “Caught you.”

You were momentarily taken aback by the sound of something unfamiliar in his tone, some strange intensity in his voice and expression. It sounded almost like it meant something to find you here, something more than a momentary pitstop on his way to his omega—but of course that was ridiculous.

You waved down at him, smiling and sticking a leg down tauntingly like when you were kids. “Not yet.”

Shouto’s eyes narrowed, a flash of something predatory tinging his handsome features.

In the blink of an eye, he crossed to the tree, dense muscle coiling and pulling beneath his tee shirt as he pulled himself up. This time he needed none of your help, moving with a panther-like grace. He pulled himself onto the branch immediately below yours, close enough that it put him at eye level with the bottom of your chin.

Then he reached out and snared your ankle in one large, warm hand, a smug sort of glint in his eye. The follow up caught you went unspoken.

Another laugh bubbled up out of you. “Alright alright, this time you got me,” you agreed, flexing your ankle in his hold.

Shouto’s mouth turned up, clearly pleased, but he did not let go. A thumb stroked softly along the hollow beneath your ankle bone. A surprised shiver caught you, sliding up your spine.

“You, um, got here so quick,” you said, trying to think past the sudden fuzz of static in your brain. You hoped your voice sounded impressed and not embarrassingly breathy. “Did you at least note which way your life mate went?”

Shouto’s head tilted, his bangs falling into his eyes as his thumb petted across your skin again. “I did.”

You nodded approvingly, tensing against another shudder. “Did they come out this way? You’re probably the first alpha to make it out here but you won’t want to waste too much time.”

Shouto’s mouth twitched, those heterochromatic eyes trailing down your face. “No time spent with you is a waste.”

That made your face warm. You tried to prod him with your foot, but Shouto’s grip was firm. “You’re going to want to save the charm for your life mate, mister.”

“I am,” he said simply, tone sincere.

You felt your brow furrow—now what was that supposed to mean?—when suddenly Shouto leaned forward, abandoning his grip on your ankle. His hands found the branch at either side of your hip, trapping you inside his reach. You stared down at him, stunned with his sudden proximity.

You felt suddenly a little caged in, your breath pulling up short. What was he—?

“Will you come down to me?” Shouto asked, eyes intent on yours.

The ask felt significant, though you had no idea how. And he was so close, so focused on you.

But you had no clue exactly what he would need you to come down for. Maybe he wanted to split lunch or something? You had your sandwich in your bag, and it would be easier on the ground, you supposed.

Although Shouto probably shouldn’t go running around on too full a stomach, especially if he—with his omega, after—if they…

You found you couldn’t think it, your mind shying away like you’d prodded a nerve.

Really, Shouto should be going soon, before any ranging alphas made it this far out and sniped his life mate before he got to them.

With that thought, however, some selfish thing recoiled inside of you. You desperately craved just a few more minutes with him—this achingly familiar boy, this mind-numbingly beautiful man—before he wasn’t really yours to think of anymore. These were the last few moments you’d get to spend with him before everything changed. It took less than a second to make up your mind.

“Yeah,” you said, smiling. “I’ll come down.”

You shifted, gathering your backpack and maneuvering off your branch carefully. Shouto gave you just enough space to get down, a hand finding your waist as you steadied yourself. He shadowed you down, close at your back to make sure you didn’t slip.

He was acting the consummate gentleman—but there was a strange tension about him, something about the way he moved and the intensity with which he was trailing you. There was something expectant about it, something almost impatient.

Maybe he needed you to hurry up so he could get going. That was probably it.

You turned to your backpack as soon as he guided you safely to the ground. You’d barely gotten it unzipped, however, when Shouto suddenly crowded into your space, startling you.

You stumbled a reflexive step back, breath whooshing out of you when your back connected with the trunk of the willow. Shouto followed, still watching you with that unnerving intensity.

His fingers dipped under your chin, softly turning your face up to his. His gaze was serious—more solemn than you had ever seen him. You went still in his grasp, heartbeat rabbiting in your chest.

What was with him today?

“Shouto,” you said slowly. “Are you… alright?”

Shouto leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours. His slow exhale ghosted over your mouth, thumb stroking across your jaw. It sent a swarm of shudders down your spine, and you suddenly weren’t breathing at all.

“I have dreamed of this moment a thousand times,” Shouto said, his tone reverent. It was almost a whisper.

His tone implied there was something incredibly significant about this moment, but you could not for the life of you think of what. Especially not with his face so close, clouding up your thoughts.

You felt your brow furrow against his, and you opened your mouth to ask him what on earth he could be talking about.

Except before you could, Shouto’s hands took either side of your face. And then he bent his head—and pressed his mouth to yours.

All higher thought immediately evacuated your brain, leaving only a sudden zing of panic and the horrible, wonderful excitement of Shouto’s mouth on yours, of Shouto’s strong body so close to yours. Rough bark scraped against your back as Shouto’s front slotted warm and firm against your chest, and the feeling of all that strength pressed so tightly to you made you dizzy.

“Sho–-? Whuh—?” you said, slightly muffled into his mouth.

But Shouto only took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, soft and wet and so unbelievably hot your brain short circuited. Every single nerve ending in your body lit up as you realized Todoroki Shouto had his tongue in your mouth, and that he was kissing you so thoroughly and meticulously it felt as though this was the last kiss he’d ever be allowed. You heard yourself let out a gasp that turned into an embarrassing moan as he pressed harder against you, pinning you between himself and the tree.

Your mind felt like it was melting, Shouto’s mouth doing terrible things to your thoughts’ coherence. Your hands went to his shoulders, and you found yourself opening up to him, every inch of your skin hot. Every flick of his tongue, every brush of his lips felt better than you could have ever imagined, and you were helpless to do anything but let him have you.

Your thoughts were a puddle when Shouto finally let your mouth free. All you could do was stare up at him, shocked.

“Y/N,” Shouto said, his eyes searching your face. “You came down for me.”

His handsome face wore an expression you hadn’t ever seen before as he regarded you, something almost—possessive? His hands had slid to your waist, his touch hot through the material of your shirt.

Your brain swam. Words, what were words? “I—? Uh, yes—?”

Shouto seemed to understand you weren’t getting his point. “‘If I’m not an alpha, and I have to hide somewhere, I’m going to find the best tree in the preserve and go up it and not come down until I find my life mate,’” he said.

It sounded like a quote, and it took you an embarrassingly long moment to realize it was something you had said, years and years and years ago, when you were both kids.

Was he saying—? But that was absurd. No, there was no way. You hadn’t—he wasn’t—

“But you’re Shouto,” you groped around your thoughts for logic and reasoning. “You’re Shouto.”

Shouto watched you patiently, a white eyebrow raising slightly.

“You can’t mean—?” you sputtered. “No. You’re Touya’s baby brother. I’m too old for you. The first time I held you, you were a baby.”

Shouto pressed impossibly closer to you, a long-fingered hand winding its way into yours. “I am not a child, Y/N. And you are not that much older than I.”

You struggled to think through the feeling of his body pressed to yours. You knew it. You knew he wasn’t a child. But all the same, you’d spent long enough telling yourself he’d been meant for someone else. Long enough convinced that you were too old for him.

Long enough that you were absolutely certain this had to be a mistake.

“You’re off limits,” you told him, trying to press him back. Shouto did not budge, however, as solid as stone under your hand.

“You are my life mate,” he said. He raised your joined hands to his mouth, kissing over your knuckles. An electric jolt went through you at the feeling of that mouth on you again, firm and warm. “I have known my whole life. I am off limits to all but you.”

A storm of emotion churned in your gut, everything from guilt to disbelief to pleasure to relief. To hear it said so plainly, after all this time—you are my life mate—by a man who was already so beloved to you. By a boy you’d loved as a friend, a man who you wanted to love as more.

But you couldn’t—he had to deserve better.

“I won’t take advantage of you,” you insisted.

A small smile pulled at Shouto’s mouth. “I am not a child. And I am an alpha besides. Your alpha.”

You fought down a furious flush.

“But Shouto there’s so many things–!” you insisted. Beyond being older than him, beyond being a staple in his life since he was young. You were quickly realizing so many of the promises he’d made when he was younger, he actually meant.

“Your inheritance—I never meant to accept that from you for real. And your family, they would not like that I—”

The rest of your words were muffled in Shouto’s mouth, as he bent his head and kissed you again. A flick of his tongue turned even that into a muffled squeak instead. Why was he so good at this?

“Much of my family understands what it means to pursue something singularly,” Shouto said against your lips. “What it means to give everything you have in service of pursuit.”

Your stomach flipped. The Todoroki single-mindedness that you had been convinced had skipped right over Shouto. Suddenly years of solemn watchfulness over you, years of following you like a shadow, years of sharing all his toys and his thoughts and promising to take care of you—it all made a terrible, perfect sort of sense.

Single-mindedness. But not as destruction, as Enji’s and Touya’s had been. As devotion—as thoughtfulness, something so uniquely Shouto you wanted to cry.

God how had you missed this?

You rallied yourself for one last defense.

“Shouto. At the very least you need to consider if you’re making a mistake. Alpha-beta couplings are nontraditional—maybe your senses are off here. Maybe because I’m a beta and I was around when your brain was still forming and you liked me then it feels like there’s something but—”

Shouto’s grip on you flexed, and suddenly his determined expression flickered, a crease forming between those perfect brows.

“Do you see me as a child still?” he asked.

You shook your head. Not since you’d seen him prowl across the Todoroki kitchen, miles of sleek muscle flexing, that perfect campfire scent fogging your brain, tall and gorgeous and unmistakably alpha. And especially not since you’d come to understand the expanse of his life—the home he’d made, the job he had, the goals he’d taken.

“Then do you… not want me?” he asked.

Your heart immediately sank, aching with the soft flicker of hurt that crept across his features.

Your hands had shot out to hold his face before you knew what you were doing.

“Shouto, of course I want you,” you found yourself saying. “Who wouldn’t want you? You are perfect. You are so kind and have always been so good. You are sweet and funny and so beautiful it hurts to look at. Of course I want you. But I don’t want to hurt you—”

“Then say yes,” Shouto insisted.

God you wanted to. You wanted to. You had been so jealous this whole week, you realized, of whoever his life mate was going to be.

The realization crashed into you like a wave, knocking you off balance. You wanted all of Shouto’s time, all of his attention, wanted to curl up in his apartment on that plush couch with him and all but bodily fuse to him, never to come apart again. You wanted to spend a million afternoons cooking in that kitchen, running lunches to him at the firehouse, kissing him, laughing with him, indulging in him—in how kind and sweet and good he’d always been.

Your face must have said it all, because Shouto was crowding back into you.

“I am going to be so good to you, Y/N,” he promised, his mouth drawing closer.

You shivered. Some part of you still felt like you needed to resist him, needed to make him see. But the other part of you, the largest part, wanted to melt in his embrace. Wanted to let him kiss you and kiss him back, wanted to thread your fingers in that fluff of hair and sink into the relief of his companionship.

Shouto hammered the final nail into your coffin with the unerring precision of a boy who’d known you for twenty years.

“Trust me to take good care of you,” he said, his voice dipping to a low whisper.

And that was it—the refrain from all those years ago, before you’d ever understood what he was promising you. Even if you were uncertain about everything else, you would always be certain about Shouto’s care. Shouto’s inherent goodness.

Surrendering, you let yourself fall.

“I do,” you told him. “I trust you. I—always will.”

Then you closed your eyes and let him kiss you.

You could feel Shouto’s soft smile against your mouth, feel a renewed intensity in the way he poured himself into you with his next kiss. You almost sagged against him in sheer relief—the relief of knowing, against all odds, that your life mate had found you even across the years that had threatened to separate you.

Shouto kissed you with a startling vigor, leaving you breathless against the willow when he moved down to your neck, pulling your tee shirt wide to suck several very insistent markings into the hollow of your throat.

You leaned into the rough bark as he mapped his way lower, and lower, only startling when he dropped to his knees before you, pressing his face into the crease of your hip.

Your heart shot into your mouth, a shock of heat licking up your spine. “Shouto!” you stammered.

Shouto only uttered your name into the fabric of your leggings, the material thin enough that you could feel the heat of his exhalation on your skin. One of his hands came up to take your calf, the other creeping up into the band of your leggings, carefully pulling it down.

You watched him as he did, stomach fluttering.

He gently helped you step out of your leggings and panties, leaving you bare and vulnerable to him. You would have been more embarrassed if it wasn’t for the way his eyelashes fluttered appreciatively, and the immediate way he ducked his head to press his mouth right to your core.

You muffled a moan into your palm, thunking your head against the tree trunk.

You could feel Shouto’s slow smile as he hefted your thigh over his shoulder, hands grasping your waist. “Mine,” you heard him utter, soft and low, before licking right over you, possessive and deliberate. It made every inch of your skin flush hot, every nerve ending come to life under his mouth.

You could still hardly believe what was happening, even as you muffled more sounds into your palm as Shouto worked you, with the attentive diligence he’d always done everything when it came to you. You could feel those mismatched eyes on you, cataloging your every reaction to what he did.

He learned all too quickly exactly what you liked, and you were a writhing mess within minutes. Shouto pinned you to the tree with an iron arm across your stomach as you arched and screamed, not letting up until you’d come against his mouth, chanting his name like an oath.

He looked very pleased with himself when you were done, his hair ruffled from your hand, face flushed.

He looked too good to be real.

“I want—Shouto, please—” you said, nearly incoherent but apparently utterly shameless now that he’d had you.

Shouto got to his feet to kiss you again and you flushed when you could taste yourself on his mouth. “Come home with me,” he murmured, tone low.

“You don’t want—?” you said.

Shouto shook his head. “Not here. I’ve imagined this a thousand times, how I wanted it to happen. I’ve thought about what you deserve. I’ve thought about how I will not want to separate, after, not even to take you back home. Come home with me first.”

Fire spread across your cheeks at the idea of Shouto imagining it with you, over and over again. The way he said home, like it was both of yours.

“Okay. Okay yes,” you said, breathless.

Shouto helped you back into your leggings and gathered up your abandoned pack, which you’d apparently dropped and forgotten entirely the moment he’d kissed you. He held your hand in his the whole way back through the woods, occasionally cocking his head or scenting the air, and then taking a long detour around some place, like he didn’t want to share your presence with whoever else was in the woods.

The walk was long, but so easy in Shouto’s company, even with this new dimension of your relationship settling itself between you two. It was frighteningly easy, in fact, after everything.

You talked about everything and nothing, reliving the entire week together, Shouto sharing that he’d hoped you’d see him as a man, had taken the time right up until the run to try to be sure. Ears flaming, you’d shared that you’d been gone for him the moment you’d seen him in the doorway of the kitchen. Shouto’s smug look immediately mopped up any of the reflexive embarrassment you felt sharing that.

By the time you made it to Shouto’s you’d also managed to shoot a text off to your mother, and an emergency extension of your time off to your workplace.

Shouto was on you as soon as the door shut behind you, catching your noise of surprise in his mouth.

Your arms came around him, and he walked you back to his couch, following you down onto it and laying himself out over you. The weight of him made you shiver again, the heaviness of all that muscle anchoring you down.

Shouto kissed you absolutely boneless into the cushions of his couch, hands wandering everywhere, skimming under your shirt, calluses catching on the fabric of your leggings. Everywhere he touched felt like it was on fire, your nerves singing with pleasure. Shouto seemed to be trying to take his time with you, but you could sense something underneath that, his usual layers of patience eroded.

Feeling brave, you let your hands wander to the buttons of his pants, working them open. Shouto’s breath left him in a hiss as you wrapped your hand around him, feeling him hard and hot and velvet smooth in your palm.

“Ah… fffuck, love,” he muttered into your neck. He chased it with the soft scrape of his teeth, groaning when it made your grip tighten on him reflexively.

His hips flexed, sliding him through your fingers, flush and full. Butterflies fluttered to life in your stomach, and a hot streak of arousal licked up your spine. Your own hips shifted, lifting up into him, and you realized with a sudden desperation that you wanted him inside you, didn’t want to wait another second.

“Shouto please, please, please,” you found yourself babbling, stroking firmly down the shaft of him.

Shouto’s eyes were dark when they found yours again. “Anything, I would give you anything,” he said, his voice tight.

“I want you inside of me, please,” you said, your face burning with the admission.

The sheer elation flashing across his handsome face quelled any more embarrassment. In what felt like barely a breath, Shouto had you bare to him once more, flinging your leggings and shirt somewhere towards his kitchen. He covered you again, fitting himself between your thighs with another appreciative groan before pressing in.

You were so wild with want that he slid home easily, despite his impressive size. His skin burned hot against yours, and he felt so perfectly right over you, inside of you, that you had to fight down something like a sob.

Shouto looked equally as overwhelmed, staring at your face rapturously. “I have loved you my whole life,” he said, his tone wondering. “You are finally mine.”

Your entire body went hot with his declaration. You had not realized until today that you loved him too. But now that you did, it felt like everything made sense, that all was finally right.

You managed to gasp out as much between Shouto’s thrusts, as his hips bucked into yours, slowly at first, and then faster, more sure. He kissed you everywhere—your face, your neck, your shoulders, layering in soft bites like he could not help himself.

“Say it,” he groaned, mouthing at the underside of your jaw. “Please say it.”

“I love you,” you said. A yelp escaped you when Shouto suddenly seized you around the waist, rolling you on top of him and holding you to him as he levered the two of you upright. The position in his lap only made him sink deeper inside of you, and you hissed with the feeling, your fingernails digging into his back.

“Ah, fuck—Shouto!” you cried.

Shouto’s hands on your waist guided you with an easy strength—your head spun with the reminder of his power, the reminder that you had an alpha—your alpha—inside of you.

“Going to take good care of you,” he panted into your hair, pausing to kiss the shell of your ear even as the snap of his hips undid you. “Going to take such good care of you.”

Your fingers flexed on him, and you could feel your toes curl. You did not know what to do with all of the emotion welling up inside you, the well of your pleasure almost overflowing. He ground up into you, making your eyes nearly roll back in your head, and you fought down a scream when the pad of his thumb pressed to your clit, heightening every sensation.

“Oh Shouto, please—” was all you could manage.

Shouto looked enraptured, drinking in every change in your expression. As you squirmed and writhed under his touch, you felt him start to swell inside of you.

Both apprehension and arousal swirled inside of you, a beta’s body a little less adapted to knotting than an omega’s. But the firm circle Shouto’s thumb was drawing on your clit, and the low murmur of his voice in your ear, began to drown out any other thought.

“I have you, love,” Shouto said. His mouth dragged across your throat, leaving a sucking bruise along the column. Your nails scrabbled at his back as he swelled even further inside of you, starting to catch on your walls and make it harder to press back down on him.

“I have you,” Shouto said again, his voice rough with pleasure. The reassurance that he did, and the knowledge that he was barely managing his own pleasure struck you like a bolt of lightning. Something inside you unraveled and came loose, and you muffled a cry into Shouto’s broad shoulder as your orgasm slammed into you like a tidal wave.

A low swear escaped Shouto, and his knot swelled even further. His hands suddenly seized tight on either side of your waist, holding you down on him as he thrust up into you. You felt a sort of pressure you’d never anticipated, so overwhelming it was nearly painful—but then Shouto’s knot slid into you.

Shouto groaned into your neck, biting down hard. You writhed over him, your pleasure wringing you out until finally you slumped against him, shivering. Shouto eased back, propping himself up on the arm of the couch, you stuck to his chest like a sweat-slicked barnacle.

“That was—so much more intense than I ever imagined,” you said, when you’d recovered your faculty for human language.

You could feel the curve of Shouto’s smile against your neck. “For I, as well,” he said. “Though I had imagined it a great many times—we still have many other fantasies I intend to live out.”

You were embarrassed to feel yourself tighten around him. Shouto hissed, leaning back to pin you with a look—then looked more smug than you’d ever seen him.

“Like that, do you, love?” he asked.

The pet name made your ears heat, and you couldn’t help but pinch him. “You used to be so sweet, when did you get this fresh?” you demanded.

“Fresh is the least of what I intend to get with you,” Shouto informed you seriously. “I take my duties as a child bride very seriously.”

Your jaw dropped open, and you pressed back from him, gasping when it shifted him inside you. “You—! You heard—?”

Shouto’s smile was far too handsome and self-satisfied to be allowed. “That is when I knew I stood a chance.”

Your face burned. You couldn’t believe him. “You’re a menace.”

Shouto leaned into a press a kiss over where he’d sunk his teeth into you, butterfly-light. The touch of his mouth was warm and his campfire scent washed over you, fuzzing your thoughts. His mouth moved up to catch yours, and you let him kiss you until you realized you’d started to squirm in his lap again.

Several minutes later he had you coming on his knot again, locked against him and muffling the sounds of your pleasure into his neck.

He looked, if possible, even more satisfied, and you lifted a hand to thread through the strands of his hair, silky and damp.

“I can’t believe this is real,” you said, several orgasms having made you loose-tongued. You rubbed a strand of his hair between the pads of your fingers.

Shouto turned his head to drop a kiss to the base of your palm. “We have time enough to make you believe it, love.”

Another butterfly took wing in your stomach at the pet name. You wondered if you’d ever get used to hearing him say it.

“I’ll have to figure out my work—I don’t know if they’d let me work remotely all the way from here?” you said, thoughts suddenly shifting. You sort of doubted your company would make the exception for you, and a pang shot through your heart at the idea that you might have to leave Shouto to work in the city on weekdays. At least until you found another job, which might take months to arrange.

You did not want to be separated from him, now that you’d let yourself have him.

A hand caught your chin, thumb smoothing along your jaw. “I do not think you will have enough time,” Shouto said, a slim brow raising slightly. “What with the bookstore opening.”

You stared at him, wondering if you’d just had some sort of auditory hallucination.

“The—what?” you asked.

“The bookstore opening,” Shouto said. His mouth made the shape of the words exactly, and so it could not be that you’d hallucinated. But—

“What bookstore?” you asked.

Shouto’s mouth pressed into a deliberately flat line like he was trying not to smile.

“Yours. Downstairs,” he clarified—which did not clarify at all.

Your mouth dropped open against his fingers, your eyebrows shooting for the moon. “My—? Downstairs—?”

Your mind scanned back over the events of the last twenty-four hours, the first time you’d caught sight of the shop downstairs again as you’d followed Shouto home. The way it seemed so well-maintained, the windows glinting crystal-clear in the soft evening light. Your eyes reflexively dipped to the blonde wood of Shouto’s floor, the very same that had been installed across the floor of the shop, and an understanding suddenly dawned on you.

“I remember everything you have ever told me,” Shouto had said when you mentioned you’d been in love with the shop downstairs.

“No way,” was what left your mouth as you glanced back up at Shouto, disbelief rising.

Shouto was watching you carefully, his handsome face serious. “Your name is on the deed.”

A wellspring of emotion rose up inside you like a geyser, and you slammed yourself back into Shouto, throwing your arms around his shoulders. “Shouto—I. You didn’t need to—there’s no way I can accept—this is incredible, you’re incredible—but I’d be taking advantage—I can’t—”

A warm, long-fingered hand slid up your spine to rest on the back of your head, holding you against him. “I have always been yours,” Shouto murmured. “Everything I have has always been yours. If it is too much now, we can wait. But I, and everything I have, will always be yours.”

You blinked, embarrassed to realize you’d started dripping tears into Shouto’s shoulder. Shouto didn’t say anything, fingers petting through your hair as you tried to fight the emotion down.

“I promised to take good care of you, and I intend to,” he said. Pressed against him, you could feel the way the words rumbled in his chest.

You closed your eyes and shoved your face in his neck, letting him hold you to him. Everything about today felt too good to be true, but you knew with absolute certainty that Shouto had always been too good to be true, himself. And yet you’d told him you trusted it, when he said he’d take care of you.

And you did—you realized you would always trust it, trust the beautiful boy you’d known all your life.

“I’ll need to pay you back on your investment,” you said some minutes later, when you finally found your voice again. You leaned back to look Shouto in the face, trying not to be embarrassed about the drying tear tracks.

“There is no need,” he said, eyes finding yours.

You realized you were still in his lap, though his knot had softened, and you thought you might be able to separate now.

But now you had other plans—and an investment you wanted to enthusiastically return.

“I insist,” you said, leaning forward to mouth at Shouto’s neck.

You caught the flash of his eyes widening, and his head fell back as a sharp breath left him. “I—see,” he said, his voice growing rough as you sucked a careful mark into the skin of his shoulder.

You smiled against his skin. “You will,” you promised, feeling bolder than ever. It felt like you were daring to believe it, that you’d found your life mate, that you really got to have him, that he’d loved you as long as he’d lived.

You wanted to return all those years of love, now that you loved him too.

“I’m going to take good care of you too,” you informed Shouto, hips already flexing over his.

You felt him start to grow hard inside of you again, and he turned his head to catch your mouth. You could feel his smile against your lips.

“I trust it,” he said, his voice dropping low.

You smiled too, grinning against your lifemate’s mouth, intent on proving yourself worthy of that trust.

Though perhaps that could wait until you’d delivered some of the many fantasies it sounded like he’d stored up. There was no reason to rush.

You had the rest of your life together, after all.

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When asked "Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?" Nate White, an articulate and witty writer from England, wrote this magnificent response:

"A few things spring to mind. Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem. For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace - all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed.

So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief. Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing - not once, ever.

I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility - for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman. But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is - his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty. Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he only crows or jeers. And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults - he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness. There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all surface. Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront. Well, we don’t.

We see it as having no inner world, no soul. And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist. Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that. He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat. He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege. And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully. That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a sniveling sidekick instead.

There are unspoken rules to this stuff - the Queensberry rules of basic decency - and he breaks them all. He punches downwards - which a gentleman shouldn't, wouldn't, could never do - and every blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless - and he kicks them when they are down.

It’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum.

God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid. If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set."

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purr-facts · 8 months ago

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Cats that live together sometimes rub each others heads to show that they have no intention of fighting. Young cats do this more often, especially when they are excited.

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alaritheaurora · 4 months ago

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Love the idea of all these men falling in love with Philza for how badass he is and how he takes no shit and how refuses to go against his morals and he's like this warrior of death.

And then his wife visits for a day is he is the sappiest wet cat fool ever. He holds the door open for her, she smiles at him and he crumples, she asks him something and he strives to do everything in his power to do it, no matter if it goes against his morals. And everyone goes "this can't be normal. This isn't Phil, she's mind controlling him"

And then Phil goes "wanna see something cool? And Kristin goes "omg yes" and they blow up badboyhalo's house and everyone goes "there henis, typical Phil". And while Phil is distracted Kristin goes over to each of his husbands and gives them a thumbs up or down of approval. And it doesn't affect anything, but you do have to live with the fact that the goddess of death does not think you're fit for her husband.

And then Kristin gets drunk with all of Phil's lovers and disappears the next day everyone goes "was tha real? Or did the wine fuck me up that much?"

#phistin #trixtin #philza #philza minecraft #i am not tagging all of his lovers #theres too many #misstrixtin

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moe-broey · 5 months ago

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Mani, descending from the heavens above like god's most Perfect and beautiful angel (... Lucifer?), about to bestow the WORST advice imaginable, like just the most absolute dogshit horse piss advice you've ever heard, ranging from completely useless and counter-productive at best to something that has proven to be actively hazardous to my mental, emotional AND physical health time and time and time and time and time and time and time and time and time and time and time and time and time again. And YET,

#mani tag #i do really love the fact that i have a name and a face to put to this phenomenon now. thank you autism 🫡#and i think it only works the way it does because mani isn't really to blame. actually.#mani is a reflection. a reflex. a reaction.#but also it really helps to just. imagine grabbing it like that cat that knocked down all the potted plants (YOU.)#like i think this is a form of therapy. but also if you asked me to make up a guy on the spot to work through my feelings #i would get mad at you for thinking that i could do that. so easily. that it wouldn't require YEARS of lore building #fueled by the power of my special interest. i would get mad at it being too one-note and i would blow you up with my mind.#anyways here specifically i'm talking about autistic masking (what i mean when i say 'invent a persona' about it)#mani is THE KING. OF INVENTING PERSONAS. which has caused many problems but i digress #moe found dead family guy pose in a shallow ditch in askr. as usual

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beforetimes · 2 months ago

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Okay I lied about going to bed. Don’t tell my cat. He’ll be disappointed in me for skipping snoozles and snugs

ANYWAY, further question about the Shizun!LBH and disciple!SQQ au. Does Shen Yuan still blow himself up?? Because I feel like he would (he would it’s canon) and also, so much more ✨ a n g s t ✨ here.

Like yea, canon events were angsty. But in this universe, Luo Binghe was convinced Shen Yuan was dead for years where as Shen Qingqiu always knew Binghe would come back.

And then said disciple suddenly shows up alive in Jin Lan City. They get into situations and misunderstandings. Things happen. Things go wrong.

It absolutely needs to come out publicly at some point (maybe during Luo Binghe’s “trial” I proposed in my last ask 🤔) that Shen Yuan is a demon and probably the new demon emperor everyone’s been hearing rumors about (the system would make him put together an empire like the og did or something probably to make him appropriately villain like). And the ensuing chaos and backlash and controversy of the scandal all culminate into Luo Binghe having a qi deviation driven from his depression the past few years and his grief he never got over and Shen Yuan being right there in front of him but still so far away.

And Shen Yuan, who is absolutely convinced Luo Binghe doesn’t care about him at all, tries to save his Shizun from a deviation and sacrifices himself instead of letting the original goods death catch up with him (he really doesn’t want to die tortured by Luo Binghe). And Luo Binghe can do nothing but watch in helpless horror as his disciple actually dies this time in his arms. And this time, there a body. And no escape from the fact that Shen Yuan is deaddeaddeaddeaddeaddea—

…and yea I just think it’d be neat to watch a human Binghe seeing his disciple die for a second time (he only had him back for a few days was it even real? Did Binghe dream it? Maybe he’s just in a nightmare and he’ll wake up in the morning and Shen Yuan will still be alive and the Immortal Alliance never happened) and loosing it. Like, yea demon!Luo Binghe stole his Shizun’s corpse and slept next to it for five years while fighting the war god, which was a kinda weird, but he at least had the excuse of being a half demon going crazy from Xin Mo.

What’s human!Binghe’s excuse?

dw we'll keep it btw us. your cat will never know.

and oughhh. see i wasn't sure about the stuff that'd go down post-abyss when i initially started posting about this au but!! the way you describe the way the plot would twist to suit shen yuan and luo binghe's new roles are. so good. and makes me actually want to look more in depth at that period of time instead of staying in the perpetual pre abyss limbo (which happens to be my favourite part of the book if i'm being honest. LOL.)

love the continued emphasis on the fact that luo binghe thinks shen yuan is dead especially because i don't think shen yuan, with how oblivious he generally is, would realize why this seems to be such a big deal to luo binghe. or why he seems so constantly surprised and speechless around him. to him this is just going through the motions of the story but he's not like. 10% in the front of his mind aware that everyone else doesn't know what to expect.

and ouh the qi deviation. i'm slightly torn between whether or not it should be shen yuan or luo binghe who essentially blows themselves up. because i can see the argument for luo binghe, since they're changing places and the amount of stress from the past few years definitely would've gotten to him but!!! i think the angst potential with shen yuan—very confused from the back and forth luo binghe's been putting him through, weilding xin mo, losing grasp of the plot he's spent more than a decade obsessing over, waiting for his inevitable death only for the rug to be pulled out from under him—i think he'd lose it! i think he'd self destruct and think the world better for it because then he doesn't have to die fighting his shizun; he doesn't want the last thing he has to do on this earth be hurting luo binghe after everything. so he implodes, almost, expecting to fall apart alone and hated.

but luo binghe! steps close to him, takes the sword away, "dies" in the process. because like. i love the idea of luo binghe dying while knowing he loves shen yuan. while shen yuan is left behind to process for however long it takes to realize that as well. all the while left searching somewhere for luo binghe's body. (in my minds eye, luo binghe disappears due to the system's intervention; they can't let their main character die! so he's whisked away for his body to heal in a sort of limbo before he's returned to the world again).

i also think it would be soooo fun for shen yuan, during the years where he's alive while luo binghe is presumed dead to grow intensely obsessive / possessive of just the idea of him. sort of turning the tables on their first dynamic where luo binghe saw shen yuan as a puzzle to solve that he got somewhat obsessive over. but that's just my idea for the implosion thing. as for the trial and water prison—! i will figure that out some other time i think. smile.

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#svsss #svsss au #scum villain #scum villain au #scum villain's self saving system #shen yuan #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #shizun luo binghe #disciple shen yuan #milez asks!#milez's role swap au

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duh-angel · 6 months ago

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Missing you

Jack Daniels ~ Agent Whiskey x afab!reader (wc: 2.6k)

“Wish you were here right now, all of the things I'd do. I wanna get freaky on camera” — Cybersex by Doja cat

SMUT ONE SHOT | MDNI | +18

backstory: You found yourself in a particularly tiresome mission in the city of Rome. Although the work kept you occupied, it didn’t stop Jack from constantly calling you and expressing how much he misses you. One day, he sends you a special gift.

You found yourself rocking back and forth in your comfortable hotel room chair, captivated by the glorious sight of Rome through the window. The vibrant cityscape, a fusion of modernity and historic charm, held your attention so thoroughly that you could spend hours just gazing at it, if not for the fact that you were currently on a video call with your “boyfriend”, Jack.

The conversation went smoothly, the two of you chatting about your trip and how much you missed each other's company. In the midst of the conversation, Jack's voice suddenly shifted, hinting at a surprise.

"Hey sweetheart, I've got something special for you. Take a peek inside your suitcase, would ya?"

You glanced at the leather suitcase bearing the renowned S logo, the company monogram gleaming in the center. With a hint of anticipation, you carefully opened it, revealing a box wrapped in blue. You looked back at the camera and gave him a sly smirk, silently inquiring about the mysterious gift. Your mind buzzed with curiosity, wondering what treasures lay hidden inside the deceptively small box.

"Go on, open it," Jack's voice cut through the silence, his tone dripping with mischief and anticipation.

Your heart skips a beat as you gaze at the vibrator nestled in the blue box, a blush spreading across your cheeks. The sleek, purple device seems to wink at you, promising an unforgettable evening. You could feel Jack’s eyes light up with mischief as he saw your reaction on the small screen. A roguish grin spreading across his face.

"Well beautiful, looks like Santa came early this year," he draws teasingly. "I thought you could use some company on your little trip. Why don't you give it a test run for me, hmm?" His voice drops, taking on a husky, seductive tone. "I wanna see you play with it, darlin'. Put on a little show for me."

He leans back in his chair, showcasing his bulge to your hungry eyes. One of his hands casually rested on it, making him groan softly. His brown eyes practically undressing you through the screen, making your body shiver. "Don't be shy now.” He whispers. "Turn it on, sweetheart. Nice and slow. Let's see how loud I can make you moan from all the way over here."

The heat of your blush intensified. Hell, you felt like you were about to pass out from how overwhelmed yet turned on you were. Slowly, tentatively, you reach for the vibrator, your heart racing as you switch it on. The soft hum fills the otherwise quiet room. Your eyes widened as you felt how your hand quivered from the power of the toy, and you can't help but imagine the sensation it might bring.

As the vibrations grow stronger in your trembling hand, Whiskey's grin widens. He watched your every move, drinking in the sight of you under his spell. "That's it, baby. Mmmm, you look so fuckin' hot right now," he groans.

"I wish I was there with you, watching those pretty pink lips of yours wrap around that toy... But I guess this will have to do for now." He palms himself through his jeans, clearly getting off on the show. His free hand reaches for a cigar, lighting it up as he settles in to enjoy the view.

"Go on now, sweetheart. Don't keep me waiting," Whiskey urges, his voice needy with that typical hint of demand. "Bury that toy nice and deep, just like you like it. Fuck, I can almost hear those sweet little moans..."

He takes a long drag of his cigar, blowing out a plume of smoke. His eyes never leave the screen, riveted by your every move.

You disregarded your pants and underwear in a clumsy manner, feeling almost idiotic to do this through a video call, but in a twisted way, it was filthy, raw. Jack licked his lips, his gaze smoldering with lust as your anticipating legs opened just for him. He's clearly enjoying putting you in this compromising position, eager to push your buttons and drive you wild with pleasure, even from a distance.

With a deep breath, you press the vibrator against your sex, biting your lip as the buzzing warmth sends tingles through your body. inevitably, your back arches and you let out a mix of a gasp and a moan. Your eyes quickly go to the man on the screen, enamored by the sight.

"You're so goddamn sexy when you let yourself go like this. I love seeing you lose control for me," he praises, voice thick with lust as he chortles. "Now why don't you slip that toy in and out of that tight little pussy of yours and ride it for me? I want you to cum over and over until you can't even remember your own name."

Whiskey pushes his chair back, legs spreading wider. The heat in his gaze burns through the screen as he waits for you to follow his filthy commands. Slowly, you grind against the toy, looking right into his brown eyes, putting on a show just for him.

“Ah goddammit.” A loud groan of frustration escaped Jack, followed by the sound of his laptop slamming down as he abruptly ended the call. Your heart skipped a beat, pounding fiercely against your chest as you stared at the suddenly blank screen of your laptop. The sudden disconnection left you feeling both puzzled and worried, a flood of anxiety washing over you.

The sinking feeling in your stomach grows as you process the implications of Jack's abrupt departure from the call, but before you can dwell on it further, a bright flash of light emanates from your smart glasses, momentarily blinding you. The urgent meeting notification blinks insistently, demanding your attention. In a panic, you instinctively nod, accepting the video conference without a second thought.

As the holographic display materializes before you, you realize the gravity of your oversight. In the heat of the moment, you had completely forgotten about your state of undress, the vibrator still nestled between your thighs. A wave of embarrassment washes over you as you pray that the hologram's limitations will spare you from any potential mortification.

Shifting uncomfortably in your seat, acutely aware of the toy's presence and the lingering warmth it has left on your sensitive skin. Your mind races with the possibilities of what might happen if anyone were to discover your compromising situation.

Your heart skips a beat as your gaze lands upon Jack, his flustered expression instantly setting your nerves on edge. You can practically feel his eyes boring into you from behind the holographic display, his presence both comforting and unnerving.

With a quick nod, you acknowledge his presence, trying to keep your voice steady and professional as you address him. "Agent Whiskey."

“Agent Wine.” His response, laced with a knowing smirk, makes your cheeks flush with equal parts embarrassment and excitement.

The way he says your codename, drawing out the 'Wine' with a playful inflection, sends a jolt of electricity through your body. It's as if he's relishing in his knowledge of your compromising position. You squirm in your seat, the vibrator still nestled between your thighs, a constant reminder of your shared secret.

The meeting drones on, a seemingly endless parade of statistics and strategic plans. Your mind struggles to keep pace, constantly drawn back to the throbbing between your thighs. You try to focus on the cold, clinical data presented, but your body betrays you, each movement a torturous reminder of the toy hidden beneath your body.

Your eyes dart around the holographic conference table, avoiding the temptation to glance down at the source of your distraction. You know that looking at Jack will only make matters worse, his mere presence a constant tease. But in a moment of weakness, your gaze drifts to his face, colliding with those piercing brown eyes and that infuriating smirk.

A chill runs down your spine as you raise an eyebrow questioningly. Before you can utter a word, Jack's finger presses to his lips, a silent command to keep quiet. Your heart races as he reaches into his pocket, retrieving a small remote control. Without a word, he presses a button, and the vibrator springs to life, humming softly against your most sensitive flesh.

A sharp gasp escapes your lips as the sudden stimulation sends shockwaves through your body. Your hands fly to the edges of your desk, gripping the wood so tightly your knuckles turn white. The vibrations pulse through you, each wave building upon the last, threatening to consume you entirely.

You bite your lip, trying desperately to stifle any further sounds. Your thighs tremble, the muscles quivering as you struggle to maintain control. The holograms flicker and dance around you, but all you can focus on is the relentless throb between your legs, the heat building steadily in your core.

“Is everything okay?” Ginger's eyes sparkled with concern and confusion as she addressed you.

You mustered a composed response, trying to maintain a steady tone. "Yes, I thought I saw a bug. Apologies."

At that moment, Tequila spoke up with a bemused smirk. "A bug? You're afraid of a tiny insect, Wine?" Whiskey chuckles darkly at Tequila's comment, his eyes never leaving yours. He leans back in his chair, a smug grin playing on his lips, clearly enjoying your struggle.

“Yes, a bug.” Your eyes narrowed, teeth gritting together as you shot a warning glare at Tequila. He quickly got the message, backing down with a knowing smile.

You let out a silent sigh of relief, turning your attention back to the meeting. But even as you try to focus on the discussion at hand, your mind keeps drifting to Jack, to the power he holds over you in this moment.

You are silently pleading for mercy. But his gaze remains fixed upon you, his expression one of pure, unadulterated lust. He revels in this, in the knowledge that he holds your pleasure, your very sanity, in the palm of his hand at this moment.

The minutes tick by agonizingly slowly, each second an eternity of sweet torture. You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood, the coppery taste mingling with the sweat beading on your brow. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, your chest heaving with the effort to maintain your composure.

Finally, the meeting draws to a close. The holographic displays flicker and vanish, leaving you alone with Jack and the lingering echo of the vibrator's hum. You slump back in your chair, your body trembling with the aftershocks of your denied release.

Jack's gaze locked onto you from across the room, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Sweetheart, you did great," he remarked before adding, "but I'm afraid we have some unfinished business to take care of."

Tossing the glasses into the bed, you called Jack again, slumping back in your chair, your body trembling with the effort of maintaining your composure.

As the video call connects, Whiskey's smirking face fills your screen, his eyes glinting with wicked delight. He leans back in his chair. "Well, hello there, darlin'," he drawls, his voice low and husky. "Looks like you're all alone now. No more prying eyes to worry about."

His gaze takes over your trembling form, taking in the sight of you sprawled out in your chair, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. You can practically feel the heat of his stare through the screen.

"I couldn't stop thinking about that little show you put on for me earlier," Whiskey continues, a predatory edge creeping into his tone. "The way you squirmed and bit your lip, trying so hard to hold back those sweet moans... Fuck, it was hot."

His free hand disappears from view for a moment, and when it reappears, it's wrapped around the thick length of his cock, stroking slowly. “You did so well" he purrs, his voice a low, seductive growl as looks at you. The way his rough voice turned into soft whimpers with each stroke sent a fresh wave of heat courses through your body.

His other hand actively looks for the controller, turning the vibrator a level more. It’s more loud, faster and intense, hitting all the right spots in your heat. “Fuck…” You cry out, thrusting your hips into the air as you look at him.

Your eyes drift downward, taking in the sight of his hand moving rhythmically, pumping his hardened length with slow, deliberate strokes. The knowledge that he is pleasuring himself while watching you only adds to the intensity of the moment, a heady mix of exhibitionism and voyeurism.

"Fuck yeah, just like that," he groans, palming himself harder. "You're so goddamn sexy, baby. The way you're movin' on that... Mmmm, makes me wanna bend you over and fuck you 'til you can't walk straight."

His gaze is intense, burning into you through the screen. "You like puttin' on a show for me, don't you darlin'?" Jack coos, voice low and rough with arousal. "Such a naughty thing, lettin' me watch you play with yourself. I bet you're drippin' wet right now, aren't you?"

Jack’s hand speeds up on his cock, stroking himself faster, getting off on the erotic display you're giving him. The other hand holds the controller, ready to push you over the edge at any moment.

“Just for you.” You utter, struggling to even talk as the level is torturing your pussy, barely able to keep your eyes on him.

“Damn right it's just for me," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "You're all mine, Agent. Every inch of that sexy body belongs to me." With that he turns one, then another cruel level more.

Your eyes roll back as the vibrations intensify, the toy mercilessly pounding into your sensitive flesh. Your body convulses, spasming uncontrollably. “Jack!” You cry out, begging him for something you’re not sure about. All you know is that the vibration is more than you can handle.

"Sorry sweetheart. I just wanna see you lose control. Fuck that pussy 'til you're screamin' my name. Show me how much you miss my cock."

His breathing grows ragged, chest heaving with each labored breath. He's completely entranced by the sight of you, lost in the fantasy of being there with you, taking you apart with his own hands and tongue. "Goddamn, you're so fuckin' hot," he praises breathlessly.

His words ignite something deep within you, a primal need that demands to be satiated. You arch your back, pressing the vibrator harder against your aching core as you ride the waves of sensation crashing over you. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps, your chest heaving with the effort of holding back the impending release. The tension builds, coiling tighter and tighter in your belly until you can stand it no more.

With a cry of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, you let go, your body convulsing as the orgasm rips through you. The vibrator's hum seems to intensify, prolonging your climax, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. Through the haze of your own release, you see Jack's hand move faster, his breath coming in harsh pants as he chases his own end, whimpering your name like a prayer as he cums all over those strong, manly hands of his.

As the afterglow fades, his eyes meet yours, a wistful, almost vulnerable expression on his face. "God... Can we do this till you come back?" he asks, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

A playful smirk tugs at your lips as you lean, a mock pout forming on your face. "Someone's needy," you tease, enjoying the way his brow furrows at your words, making him look like a cute puppy.

Jack rolls his eyes, a familiar gesture that never fails to amuse you. "Yeah, yeah," he grumbles, but there's no heat behind his words, only a fond exasperation. “I just miss you.”

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monayen · 6 months ago

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Hello! 👋 I love your Luther fics, you write him so well 💖 I have a bit of an odd request for him if you don't mind.

Could you do headcanons of Luther with a S/O who is aroused by his inhuman nature please? Like they're turned on by the fact that he is a cryptid and could potentially be dangerous if he wanted to. Maybe size kink stuff could also factor in? Anyways I hope you have a wonderful day/night!

➷ Paring - Luther Von Ivory x Fem!Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]

➷ CWs - slight biting, size kink

a/n - this is an incredibly old ask, i am SO sorry i took forever on this,, im trying my best to do the older asks so if you’ve been waiting pleasedontkillme. anyhoot I LOVE LUTHER!!!!

Luther interests you immediately when you first lay your eyes on him

His big, wide eyes almost look small on his long face. Thin lips drawn into a line as he stares back at you. His brown pageboy haircut sways a bit in the light breeze, and you realize that you’re eyeing a stranger at the park

He notices immediately, walking up to you and making you realize how tall he is. At least 6’1, but you’re sure if he wasn’t hunching ever so slightly, he’d seem bigger

“You’re staring, you must like my new scarf.” He says, his voice smooth. It’s not as deep as you expected, almost monotone

He gestures to his dark green wooly scarf wrapped around his neck, noting the several rings adorning his long fingers. You also notice that the scarf is the only warming item of clothing on his body. Which is weird, considering its late fall in Canada

You nod, trying to break his gaze to not let nervousness overcome you. He’s interesting, and you think maybe he likes you with the round blush below his big, unblinking eyes. Swallowing any anxiety you’re sure he can sense, you hold out your trembling hand

“Would you like to get dinner?”

Time passes, and you realize very quickly just how special Luther really is

His house looms, halls leading into rooms and rooms that seem impossible to keep track of. He introduces you to his younger brother, Randal, who bombards you with questions you can barely register before Luther scolds him for overwhelming you

Very quickly, you say it’s alright– you’re just trying to think of a proper response. You’ll get back to him on who your favorite Joker is, it’s been a while since you’ve seen the movies

Your response to his brother seems to please Luther, liking how you don’t blow him off or get weirded out by his… big personality. His brother does mean a lot to Luther!

Then it’s his catmen, two almost twin like men with cat ears and drawn whiskers. You watch as they follow him, listening to him when he asks them to bring you a cup of water after you mention you’re thirsty

He’s the man of the house, he says. Responsible for all his family. It can be hard, he continues, but he tries his best. He’s only human after all ♡

Human, you think, totally

When Luther talks, you pay attention to the sharpness of his teeth. Mouth large as he bites into a sandwich, and you can only imagine him biting into your shoulder with those jagged teeth, long arms wrapped around you as he pulls you onto his lap—

You fantasize about being completely dwarfed and overpowered by him. The idea of being helpless and at the mercy of his inhuman strength is something that makes you shiver

You also love the way Luther casually invades your personal space, always standing too close, his presence overwhelming your senses. His proximity makes your heart race, aching to feel his large, cold hands on you

“What are you thinking, schatz?” He says, and maybe he didn’t mean to slightly open his second set of eyes, but he does… and you notice

Perhaps you should question it, but you’re sure it would be rude to bring it up to Luther. He’s not typical, nothing around him is as human as he thinks it is. For as long as he tells you he’s been around, you’d think he’d have it down by now

But it's okay, you think he’s cute the way he is :)

#ranfren #randals friends #luther ranfren #luther von ivory #luther von ivory x reader #ranfren x reader

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uceyliyahh · 1 month ago

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MAIN ONE

summary: you are his main one, the person who he can call just to blow off some steam when him and his girl get into it.

warnings contain: manipulation, gaslighting, cheating, entitlement, unprotected sex, breeding, fighting, sex tapes, hair pulling, spanking, etc.

word count: 9.k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good a writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment.

Jimmy Uso x Blanca

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

again mdni you have been warned.

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𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖

Blanca stuck to her usual routine, heading to her afternoon shifts while avoiding Jimmy, despite having made a hollow promise to him that she wouldn’t hide. She felt no need to alter the status quo just because he had slept with her at the club the previous night.

She refused to let her life be centered on him any longer. This time, she decided to silence her phone and ignore his texts and calls, activating Do Not Disturb. She was done allowing him to manipulate her; the endless cat-and-mouse game had worn her out.

She engaged in this for her mental well-being, as the strain of managing everything secretly, while his girlfriend remained oblivious to her existence, was becoming overwhelming. She no longer wanted to feel like a mere plaything.

Blanca was busy at work, tidying up the cups as the afternoons had been quite lively—customers were frequently arriving, departing, or socializing with their friends.

Blanca was mostly unfazed by the chatter of her colleagues discussing personal matters, unless one of them revealed juicy details about someone that piqued her curiosity. While tidying up the bar, she was startled by the sudden crash of the door swinging open, prompting her to turn her head in surprise.

Jimmy's girlfriend burst into the room, visibly upset and seething with rage as she searched for Blanca. The moment her gaze fell upon her, she began striding toward her, shoving aside the patrons seated at the bar.

Confronting Blanca directly.

“So you must be the bitch that he’s been fucking.” Trinity said. “He comes home late at night smelling like you! And then take showers afterwards!” She continued.

Blanca set the rag aside with the glass cup as she dried her hands, fully aware that this decision would eventually backfire on her. With a deep sigh, she crossed her arms over her chest.

“I told him that we shouldn’t be doing this but he didn't listen.” Blanca responded. “He kept on pushing and pushing it with it.” Blanca was acutely aware, buried deep within her thoughts, that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't truly escape him—he was well aware of her workplace and her home. In fact, he even knew she was at Bianca's house, seeking refuge from him.

He knew her every move trying to catch her slip up.

Trinity had chuckled while placing her hands over her hips, “you want me to believe that shit? That fake ass answer? You want him! And you tryna take him away from me!”

“I don’t fucking want him actually! I don’t know how you can deal with a man like him!” Blanca leaned back, her mind unable to escape the vivid memories of the previous day with Jimmy. She recalled the intensity of their encounter against the restroom wall, the way he had taken her, and the tenderness he showed afterward as he cared for her.

She was captivated by him, his words echoing in her mind, stubbornly lingering despite her attempts to push them away.

‘You know yo’ ass ain’t going nowhere, you’re here to stay no matter how many times you try to convince yourself otherwise you belong to me.’

The echoes of his words lingered in her thoughts, a persistent reminder that she was his primary and sole partner, and that no one could ever take the place of what they shared.

It was them against the world

“If you didn’t want him then why the fuck do you keep coming back? I mean is his dick really that good?” It was undeniably impressive how he could have her contorted like a chair, thrusting deep within her repeatedly, and on top of that, bringing her to the point of ecstasy was truly exceptional.

Blanca scoffed at her, “I don’t have time to deal with this shit you and him need to talk about this instead of coming up to my damn job messing with me.” She was about to walk away until Trinity had said something.

“Oh you will have time today bitch! Because you ain’t finna just walk away from me.”

Blanca let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation. Why couldn't this girl see the obvious—that her boyfriend was being unfaithful and needed to be confronted about it? “Girl, fuck you. Maybe if you wasn’t stressing his ass out all the time he wouldn’t be fucking me now would he?” The whole entire bar got silent as Blanca could see Trinity’s face getting all angry.

“You pussy is not even that good.” That made Blanca chuckle at her. “What’s funny bitch!”

“That’s funny you know, if my shit wasn’t good he wouldn’t be running back for more unlike you—must not be doing your job right baby girl.” Trinity scaled the bar, seizing Blanca by her hair and yanking her across the table, unleashing a flurry of punches to her face.

The onlookers were in shock, their hands covering their mouths as they witnessed the dramatic scene unfold before their eyes. Blanca succeeded in pinning Trinity to the ground, positioning herself above her and forcing Trinity's head against the wooden floor. With a flurry of punches, she struck Trinity's face repeatedly, breaking her lip in retaliation for the earlier blows she had received.

Blanca had time today she did.

She stood up, seizing Trinity by the hair and yanking her around like a lifeless doll, landing blows to her stomach. It was hard to believe she was losing her composure over the mess with Jimmy.

Amidst the chaos, shards of glass shattered and tables toppled as they exchanged fierce blows. Trinity had forcefully brought Blanca down to the floor, and while standing tall, she delivered a brutal kick to Blanca's stomach, causing a surge of agony to wash over her face.

“You fucking slut! He doesn’t fuck with you dirty bitch!” Trinity hissed in frustration while relentlessly driving her kicks into her abdomen.

Blanca wrenched Trinity's ankle, causing her to crash onto the back of her head with a cry. Seizing the moment, Blanca stomped her down into the ground before climbing on top once more, ensuring she left a bruise and a swollen eye as a lasting reminder of their encounter.

Trinity slammed her head onto the hardwood floor before locking Blanca in a chokehold. As chaos erupted, Blanca's coworkers rushed in to separate the two, with one restraining Blanca while the other held back the struggling and screaming Trinity, whose cries echoed loudly.

“You fucking bitch! When I see yo’ ass it’s up there!” Trinity shouted.

“Fuck you!” Blanca felt a sense of satisfaction as she looked at Trinity's face, marred by dark purple bruises encircling her eye and a bloodied nose.

Blanca's coworkers moved her to the back while they dealt with getting Trinity out of the bar, her screams echoing in the air. She noticed blood on the tips of her fingers as she touched her lips.

one of her coworkers handed Blanca an ice pack for her stomach after Trinity had delivered a hard kick, leaving a bruise in its wake.

“You good Bia?” One of her coworkers asked.

“Yeah, I’m good yall I promise.” Blanca replied while making her way to the bathroom to tend to her split lip.

She took a paper towel, dampening it with warm water, and gently pressed it against her lip as she gazed into the mirror. Inspecting her reflection, she searched for any additional injuries, relieved to find that aside from her swollen bottom lip and bruised ribs, she was otherwise unscathed.

Blanca had reached her breaking point after tonight's date with him. She realized it was time to sever ties because she refused to compromise her own character for his girlfriend. Jimmy needed to sort things out with Trinity and stop bothering her.

As she pulled her phone from her pocket, she felt it vibrate with notifications. To her surprise, it was him sending her a message.

SlimJim🫠💦 sent a message

SlimJim🫠💦: you promised me you wouldn’t do this again mamas

She rolled her eyes.

Bibi💓: nigga fuck you respectfully I do what the fuck I want

Blanca examined her lip, noticing that blood continued to seep from it. Realizing that warm water wouldn't provide any relief, she made her way to the medical box for which she had the key. After unlocking it, she retrieved a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a few cotton balls before closing the box once more.

She returned to the sink, setting the hydrogen peroxide down as her phone buzzed to life. Recognizing his number, she chose to ignore the call, unwilling to engage with his nonsense.

Blanca uncapped the bottle of hydrogen peroxide, letting a few drops soak into the cotton ball. She silently prayed, bracing herself for the sharp sting she knew was coming.

She pressed the cotton ball against her split lip, wincing as the sting shot through her, prompting a sharp hiss of pain. Despite the discomfort, she knew she had to tend to her bottom lip to promote healing and halt the bleeding. Meanwhile, her phone buzzed incessantly with Jimmy's calls, each one escalating her irritation.

She was this close—this fucking close to crashing out on this nigga.

As soon as her phone ceased its incessant buzzing, she noticed a flurry of notifications from him, flooding in one after another like a maniacal ex-boyfriend.

SlimJim🫠💦: Blanca answer yo’ fucking phone SlimJim🫠💦: don’t fucking act like I won’t come up there to your job SlimJim🫠💦: talking about fuck me little girl don’t fucking play with me SlimJim🫠💦: aight since you don’t wanna answer my messages I got something for that ass don’t worry about it baby girl

She let out a heavy sigh while tending to the cut on her swollen lip, wishing fervently that the turmoil between them would come to an end so that life could return to its usual rhythm.

After finishing her shift, Blanca made her way to Bianca's place, eager to unwind. She was well aware that her best friend had a blunt ready for her. As she pulled into Bianca's driveway, just like she always did, a sudden engine roar from behind caught her off guard. Turning around, her heart dropped as she spotted a Hellcat parked right in front of Bianca's house.

He lowered the window and shouted for her, but she ignored him, pounding on the door and urging Bianca to let her in before this guy could grab her. As soon as Bianca opened the door, Blanca shoved her inside and slammed it shut behind them.

“Girl, what the actual fuck is going on?” Bianca asked with her hands on her hips.

“A lot bitch, a lot has been happening today bro and I’m finna crash the fuck out bad.” Blanca responded by running her hands through her hair.

Just as Bianca was about to gather more details from her best friend, a loud bang on the door startled them both. Rushing to the peephole, Bianca peered out to find Jimmy furiously pounding on the door like a man possessed.

She glanced at Blanca, gesturing for her to go upstairs. Blanca ascended the steps, cautiously peeking out to assess what was happening. Meanwhile, Bianca had opened the door to find Jimmy standing there, visibly angry.

“Where the fuck she at Bianca?” Jimmy inquired, his tone brimming with hostility.

“She’s not here Jimmy.” She said while folding her arms.

“Bullshit, B. I’ve seen her come in this bitch so tell me where the fuck she at?” Blanca watched the situation intensify, doing her best to remain silent—what was it about this man that filled her with fear?

At that moment, a noise escaped her lips as the stairs creaked, drawing his attention. Blanca muttered a curse under her breath, fully aware of how annoyingly squeaky Bianca's stairs were. She silently hoped that he wouldn’t come to check on the disturbance.

“The fuck was that? She better not be upstairs B.” He said.

“Nigga I already told you she ain’t here, so get to stepping.” She waved him off with her hand, clearly too busy to engage with him.

At that moment, they caught another squeak echoing from the staircase.

“Nah, fuck that shit. Lemme in this motha-fuka.” Bianca welcomed him into the house, and he immediately started his search for Blanca. He scoured every corner until he finally leaned in to see where she was hiding.

He searched the downstairs bathroom, the kitchen, and even the garage. Jimmy was scouring every corner for her when he caught a glimpse of something from the staircase.

She cautiously poked her head out, watching his every move until their eyes met, her gaze wide with surprise as he flashed her a smirk.

“Got yo’ ass.” Jimmy said with a low tone.

Blanca leaped off the stairs and bolted away, her screams echoing as he pursued her relentlessly, as if she were his target.

“Run! Blanca! Run Bitch!” Bianca yelled out, her voice echoing as she picked up on the chaos from the upper floor. Meanwhile, Blanca sprinted with all her might, glancing back to see him hot on her heels. She dashed into a different bedroom, trying to slam the door shut, but he crashed through it before she could secure it.

He approached her, his face twisted in rage, and as he reached out, he seized her by the throat, forcing her back against the door with a soft thud of her head against the surface.

“Why the fuck do you keep playing with me Bia? Huh? You promised me that you wouldn’t do this shit again.” Jimmy spoke with a fierce tone while Blanca clutched his wrist tightly.

“I-I’m sorry, I'm sorry. I’m sorry,” Blanca implored him, her eyes filled with desperation.

Jimmy shook his head; he wasn't having it. “Nah yo’ ass wanna keep fucking with me Bia. Imma show you how sorry yo’ ass will be tonight.” He withdrew from her throat.

Blanca never expected him to be this wild. As she gazed at him, he seemed utterly unhinged, yet there was something undeniably attractive about his fury directed at her. Was it wrong to feel that way? There was just something captivating about him, with his hair tousled and his chest rising and falling rapidly.

The way he exerted control and displayed aggression captivated her, even though he was unaware of the effect it had on her. She found it thrilling, yet she also realized it could lead her into trouble.

“You’re fucking insane, Jimmy.” Blanca commented.

His eyebrows furrowed at her, “yeah, I’m fucking crazy when yo’ ass wanna talk reckless over the phone and then completely fucking ignoring me when you promise me Bia.” Blanca let out a scoff and rolled her eyes at him, fully aware of her reasons for acting this way. She was tired of dealing with him, yet here they were, stuck in this situation together.

Following the exhausting day she endured at work, she simply couldn't handle his nonsense any longer. She turned and left him in the spare bedroom, making her way downstairs to join Bianca, who was already preparing a blunt with her favorite flavor of Backwoods.

Jimmy trailed behind her down the stairs, his attention fixed on Blanca, who was expertly lighting a pre-rolled blunt. As she exhaled a cloud of smoke into the air, a contented sigh escaped her lips.

“Mind if I join you ladies?” Blanca and Bianca exchanged glances before turning their attention back to Jimmy. Deep down, Blanca wished he wasn't there, as this was supposed to be a sanctuary for her, a place to escape from him.

“Look, don’t start no shit with her aight? Sit down.” Bianca said as she continued to roll up another blunt.

Blanca handed him the blunt, and he took a few puffs, exhaling the smoke into the air. The effects of the weed hit him immediately as he leaned back against the couch and returned the blunt to her.

Jimmy gazed at Blanca as she inhaled deeply from the blunt, each puff making his lips instinctively moisten with desire. When she offered it to him, he accepted, drawing in several more hits while holding it delicately between his fingers.

“Feels good don’t it? Maybe you should be doing this instead being fucking angry all the time nigga.” Blanca commented.

The cannabis coursed through their veins, creating a delightful sensation that enveloped them in a cozy, fuzzy warmth from within.

“Watch it little girl.” Jimmy responded, his eyes locked onto hers, which were downcast and tinged with red.

Bianca could see and feel the tension between the two of them. “Bibi, knock it off. Don’t start no shit with that man bad enough you runnin’ away from him.”

Jimmy settled into the loveseat, spreading his legs wide as he took another drag from the blunt, tilting his head with a smirk. "So, why are you dodging me, huh?" Blanca rolled her eyes in response. She had no intention of explaining her reasons for avoiding him; it was straightforward—she just wanted whatever was happening between them to come to a close.

She quickly grabbed the blunt from him, took a drag, and exhaled a cloud of smoke into the air.

“Nigga, I don’t need to explain myself to you. when you know the reason why.”

“Tell me why again mama?”

His eyes were shadowy, and he wore an infuriating smirk that made her want to wipe it off his face.

“Because, you’re a manipulator and selfish individual. You over here cheating on your girlfriend who came up to my fucking Job and I whooped her ass giving her a busted lip since she did the same with me. When she should be coming to yo’ cheating ass asking all the questions.”

Jimmy propped himself up, resting his arms on his knees as he locked eyes with her, absentmindedly stroking his beard with his hand.

“You don’t be saying all of this shit when I’m fucking the soul out yo’ body now do you? Screaming daddy this and daddy that.” Blanca's eyes widened in surprise at the news, while Bianca stared at her in disbelief before returning to her own tasks.

Blanca pressed her teeth against the tender spot on her bottom lip, where the injury from her split lip throbbed. Anger bubbled within her, but she fought to keep it hidden.

“You only need me when you and her are going through it and ever since I gave you some you started acting like fucking maniac like you own me or something.” Blanca said. “Lemme remind you that I don’t fucking belong to you nigga. My life doesn’t revolve around you.” She noticed his facial expression shift, and his eyes grew darker.

Jimmy tucked his tongue into his cheek, then stood up and straightened himself out before making his way to the bathroom on the upper floor.

Blanca sighed softly as she had seen Bianca staring down at her. “What, B?”

“Girl, I wasn’t expecting you to talk your shit right in front of this man.” Bianca said.

“I’m fucking done and I’m tired of this shit with him you know? Like work things out with your girl and leave me alone.” Blanca responded as her phone beeped.

SlimJim🫠💦: you got twenty seconds to come in this fucking bathroom before I snatch yo ass up im counting.

Blanca let out a soft laugh as she set the message down on the table, taking a final drag from the blunt. She had no intention of hearing him out—his desperate need for her at that moment meant nothing to her. He could manage on his own without her help.

She set the blunt down in the ashtray just as her phone chimed again, prompting her to grab it and discover two messages from Jimmy.

SlimJim🫠💦: you think I’m fucking playing with yo’ ass Bia? SlimJim🫠💦: bring yo’ ass up here now

Blanca sighed and leaned back into the couch, settling in for a moment of relaxation. Just then, she and Bianca heard footsteps descending the stairs. Suddenly, he appeared, scooping Blanca up by the waist and tossing her over his shoulder, just like he had done at the club, as he carried her upstairs toward the bathroom.

She was thrashing and striking him on the back like a petulant child, but he remained unfazed. Once they reached the bathroom, he forcefully shut the door behind them and spun her around as she arched her back.

Jimmy loosened his jeans, letting them drop along with his boxers, revealing his impressive length that stood proudly with a gentle curve. He grasped it in his hand, moving it up and down as a glistening bead of pre-cum formed at the tip.

He yanked Blanca’s shorts off, including her panties, throwing them somewhere in the bathroom pulling her closer to his hips tapping his cock on her butt. Jimmy's hand came down onto her ass with a loud whack echoing through the bathroom causing her to whine at the feeling.

“Don’t fucking whine now, you wasn’t doing that shit downstairs so don’t do it now.” Jimmy said with a low tone.

She could feel his tip brushing up against her wetness as he smacked her ass some more. “Talkin about you don’t belong to me. When we both know yo’ ass ain’t going nowhere baby.” He held onto her, rubbing his slick tip against her folds before slowly entering her, both of them letting out soft groans.

Jimmy started thrusting his hips rapidly, making her gasp and place her hand on his stomach, hoping he would slow down. Instead, this only intensified the situation as he seized her arm and pulled it behind her back, delivering powerful strokes.

His hips connected with hers as he gazed down at the sight of her body moving against him, her essence enveloping him completely.

“J-Jimmy.” Blanca moaned.

“What? You got something to say little girl?” Jimmy growled as he slapped her ass again. “What’chu gotta say?”

Blanca rolled her eyes as she gazed into the mirror, observing their reflection. He had his shirt draped around his neck, and she noticed his hips moving toward her, prompting her to glance down.

Jimmy placed his hand around her neck, guiding her to face the mirror once more. Their eyes met, and she bit her lip, feeling the weight of his intense stare reflected back at her. Overwhelmed, she attempted to look away, but he playfully smacked her behind again.

“Look at me, look at us baby. You see how perfect we are together? How good you fit into me?” His voice dropped to a soft whisper in her ear, leaving her even more aroused by his words.

“Y-yes.” She moaned.

The bathroom echoed with the sounds of skin slapping together, mixed with their moans and groans. Jimmy picked up his phone, activated the camera, and hit record. He tightened his grip on Blanca's neck while positioning the camera to capture her reflection in the mirror, watching her face shift with each thrust.

“Smile at the camera baby. You look so fucking pretty like this mama. Taking all of this dick.” Blanca realized this man was unstable, but she never expected him to be so reckless as to record them having sex in her best friend's bathroom.

Jimmy positioned her leg on the sink, finding a new angle as he thrust deeply, making her mouth open wide and whimper like a child.

He struck her forcefully, the camera capturing her intense expression as Jimmy used his free hand to twist her hair around his fingers, pulling her back against his chest for better control.

With his phone on the other hand filming them.

“Fuckkk, Jimmy.” Blanca felt her body tightening and relaxing around him as he thrust deeply within her, all while gazing into his eyes.

“Mhm, this my fucking pussy baby.” He had a slight growl in his voice. “Open yo’ mouth.” He kept going as Blanca followed his lead, feeling his warm saliva enter her mouth while he kissed her deeply, watching their saliva mix and spill from their lips.

The kiss was intense and passionate, with his hand gripping her hair tightly as he thrust deeper inside her, making it effortless for him to move in and out. Their teeth collided as his tongue explored her mouth, and he gently bit her lower lip, tugging it back.

Blanca quickly felt her leg going numb on the sink as she attempted to lower it. In response, Jimmy lifted her leg back onto the sink while he continued his vigorous movements.

Blanca began to move in sync with him, responding to his rhythm. The feeling made her eyes flutter as he explored new and different angles within her.

They broke the kiss as Jimmy gazed into her eyes, then shifted the camera to focus on her ass. She playfully tossed her ass across his lap, while the camera captured the moment of intimacy between them.

Jimmy threw his head back while biting down on his bottom lip. “You feel so fucking good mama.”

“Too fucking good.”

Blanca began to lose hope of evading this man when he found out her location and she couldn't get away. It felt as if she was caught in a mess between him and his girlfriend. She disliked the situation, but there was nothing she could do about it.

No matter how hard she tried to stay away from him, he was always nearby, watching her like a lion waiting for its prey. It was beginning to take a toll on her mentally, but she felt lost about how to handle the situation.

Jimmy released her hair as Blanca fell against the sink. He continued to hit her backside until he noticed his handprint on it, capturing the moment with the camera aimed at the foggy mirror.

“Keep throwing that shit back on me baby, make me nut all in this pussy.” Jimmy grunted as he cupped one of her breasts.

“Fucking Hell Jimmy, S-shit.” Blanca croaked.

He was overwhelming her, watching her body shake against him as his fingers pressed firmly into her skin; he enjoyed seeing her in that state.

She kept pushing her body against his hips while he delivered intense strokes to Blanca, leaving her dazed and seeing stars.

He sped up, moving towards her with intense desire. The sound of their bodies meeting became increasingly loud and urgent.

The air felt heavy as sweat dripped from both of their bodies, leaving her feeling sore from the heat. She glanced back at him, prompting a smirk to spread across his face. “So fucking pretty baby girl.” Jimmy pointed the camera at her face, capturing her as her eyes rolled back in her head.

“My pretty baby. Look at you sweetheart.” His compliments were making her playful, prompting her to stick out her tongue for the camera on his phone. “Nasty baby so nasty.”

Her walls tightened around him as he thrust into her, taking pleasure in her wetness the way he desired.

A tight knot formed in her stomach as she quickened her pace. “does this feel good?” She mewled out.

“Fuck.” Jimmy held her hips tightly with one hand, driving into her relentlessly as she moaned his name, feeling dizzy and overwhelmed by the intense pleasure. “It feels so fucking good mama. Best pussy I ever been in, i'm addicted to this shit.” He exhaled.

Jimmy moved closer, allowing their bodies to touch as he planted soft kisses on her shoulders, moving down to her back and savoring the salty taste of her sweat, which shimmered in the low light of the bathroom, while he thrust his hips into her without pause.

His lips lightly touched her ear as he whispered crude and provocative words that drove her wild, while his movements repeatedly stimulated her g-spot until she reached her limit.

It happened again.

She let out a soft moan as she reached her peak, releasing herself and making a mess around them like before. The intensity of her orgasm overwhelmed her, causing her body to tremble. She felt her essence trickling down her leg, and noticed it had also affected him, prompting him to glance down at the chaos they had created together.

Blanca began to realize that she was trapped in an addiction to this harmful man. He seemed to be everywhere she went, always lurking, making her crave more of him.

Jimmy set the phone against the wall and wrapped his hand around Blanca's throat, kissing her deeply with wet kisses. He let out a soft groan against her lips, momentarily losing his rhythm as her body pressed against him. “Fuck, I’m finna nut inside of you baby girl I want you to have all fucking babies.”

He moved his hips in a more frantic and intense manner, filling her mind with pleasure and a sense of dizziness.

Her legs shook under him as she gazed into his dark red eyes, the effects of the weed still lingering in their systems.

“You want my babies baby? Huh?” He breathed out deeply near her ear, his voice tight as he struggled to keep his composure.

Her eyes rolled back as she nodded, her thoughts muddled from the weed in her system. “I want your babies, Jimmy. fuckkk.”

She gazed at him with innocence, a soft whimper slipping from her lips as she quickened her movements from behind, biting her lips gently.

“Ohhh, fuckk. Mamas. Fuckk.” His actions grew more vigorous and forceful. She felt his warmth filling her completely, releasing thick streams within her, accompanied by a soft groan as his face lay against her back.

They remained in this position for a while, enveloped in complete silence, only aware of their own breaths. Blanca experienced a shock to her system as Jimmy kissed her back, moving up to her jawline and lips.

Jimmy embraced her while Blanca cleaned the foggy mirror. As she looked at their reflection, she noticed his messy hair, some strands falling into his face, and sweat running down his cheeks.

He picked up his phone after stopping the recording, storing their intimate video for later. He adjusted her position so she could face him, gently holding her cheeks as he kissed her softly.

Her body failed her once again.

Jimmy and Blanca gazed into each other's eyes, hoping to find a connection between them.

“Why do you gotta act like that?” His voice was coarse and hoarse. “Huh? Why can’t you let this happen between us?”

Blanca sighed and crossed her arms, rolling her eyes at him. "You know cheating on your girlfriend is wrong. And then having her come to my workplace acting all wild and thinking she can take me on? I don’t need this drama, Jimmy. I really don’t."

He laced his fingers with hers, wearing that same grin that always annoyed her. “Just let this happen between us. We’ve talked about it; you know you’re mine.”

She pulled her hand back from him, staring fiercely into his eyes. "We have talked about this, and I've repeatedly told you that I don't want this to happen between us. You're toxic and manipulative."

Blanca lacked the confidence for this moment. She realized she would remain with him, regardless of his manipulative or narcissistic behavior. His charming words always seemed to win her over.

This is what keeps her with him, repeating this cycle time and time again.

He held her face firmly. "You're not leaving. You're meant to be here, no matter how often we face this. You know you belong here, sweetheart." Blanca sensed her eyes welling up, which made his gaze become gentler.

He gently brushed the tears from her eyes. "I can't stand how you make me feel. I really hate you, you jerk." Jimmy smiled and pressed a gentle kiss on her cheek, causing her to shiver as she shot him an angry look.

He moved closer to her, his hand gently resting on her throat. "You don't hate me, Ma; you love me," he said softly in her ear. "You enjoy how I make love to you, how I touch you. Kissing every part of your body, pleasuring you until you cry out my name—no one else can do what I do." His voice grew deeper and more intense, rising above a whisper.

“Just face it mamas. You're addicted to me but don’t want to admit because you’re fucking stubborn baby.” What he said had hit her in the face so hard he was right she was addicted to him all of him to be honest. She did love the way he did all those things to her—it just made her soaked so bad.

He positioned her on the sink counter, spreading her legs apart. With one hand, he gently cradled her between her legs, rubbing against her folds, which made her jolt at his touch.

“You see how your body reacts to me baby?” His husky whispers made her shiver.

Jimmy inserted two fingers into her, moving them in and out in a steady rhythm as she moaned his name and tilted her head back.

“This pussy was made for me and only me mama.” His hand moved in circular motions along her back while he continued to push his fingers deep inside her, expertly hitting her sweet spot, causing her to arch her back in pleasure.

His lips lightly touched her neck, leaving gentle, lingering kisses as he noticed her responding to his touch. He felt her desire, the way she was fully aroused for him, and how she tightened around his fingers.

“Just like that mama, Pretty ass pussy. this pretty pussy soaking up my fingers good.”

“F-fuckk.”

“Pretty girl.” This is how she remains with him, receiving compliments from him constantly.

His fingers curled inside her pulsating depths, making her see stars and cry out his name, proclaiming that she belonged to him and him alone.

“Look at me when you say it. Tell me you belong to me while I’m fucking this pussy.” She promptly obeyed, her eyes opening to connect with his rich brown gaze. As she bit her lower lip, she sensed his fingers increase their pace, causing her to arch her back in pleasure. “F-fuck, I’m yours. I’m yours J-Jimmy fucking hell.” She let out a soft cry, feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving her.

“Say it more, say it some more.” He growled as he pressed his fingers deeply into her wetness.

“Oh my goddd, I’m yours Jimmy. I’m fucking yours.” Her legs trembled, almost giving way, as he hit her thigh, telling her to keep her legs raised and apart. He maintained a steady rhythm, moving his fingers in and out.

Their lips met intensely as they surrendered to a passionate kiss—Blanca struggled to keep up, overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure that built inside her with each movement of his fingers, drawing her nearer to the brink of bliss.

As she clutched his fingers tighter, begging for release, her hands tugged at his shoulders. He felt her approaching the brink of pleasure, while his fingers expertly worked to stimulate her g-spot, driving her closer to climax.

The only noise in the atmosphere was the steady sound of his hand gently striking her soft skin as he expertly maneuvered his fingers in and out, moving with smooth elegance.

“Jimmy! Fuckkkk!” Blanca cried out as she sensed her body trembling.

“Make a mess on my fingers, pretty girl, do that shit.” Jimmy encouraged her. “C’mon mamas.”

She let go without hesitation, a deep moan escaping her as the force of her orgasm hit her like a strong wave. Her warm, creamy essence surrounded his fingers, causing her body to shudder from the increased sensitivity of his touch.

The liquid flowed down to her most private area as he softly moved his fingers in and out, keeping a slow pace before pulling them away.

He looked at his fingers, covered in the smooth cream, enjoying the flavor as he cleaned them off with his tongue before leaning in to kiss her lips.

“Just like I said before this pussy knows what she wants.”

Blanca had completed her preparations for her date with Jimmy, but her mind kept drifting back to the incident that occurred between them at her best friend's house. She had already expressed her apologies for that before she stepped out of her home.

The impact of his words on her earlier today left her questioning herself. Was he truly right all along? She couldn't shake the feeling that his influence over her was undeniable, and that she was somehow hooked on it.

She struggled to accept that this would be their final encounter, as it would allow her to pursue her life on her own terms, free from his presence.

But did she really believe that?

Blanca spritzed her beloved perfume onto her skin, glancing at her phone to see it was nearly nine-thirty. As she made her way downstairs, she picked up her purse and house keys.

As she made her way downstairs, she veered into the kitchen, leaning over the table as she anticipated Jimmy's arrival to take her out on the date he had organized for them.

He had shared the video he recorded of their passionate encounter in Bianca's bathroom. As she watched, she noticed how he expertly captured various angles while being deeply immersed in her pleasure.

She bit her lower lip, captivated by his handsome reflection in the mirror while he drove her wild, her own voice echoing as she moaned his name passionately.

The rhythmic sound of their skin meeting echoed throughout the video. She turned off her hidden files in the gallery and noticed a text message from Jimmy appear on her screen.

SlimJim🫠💦: come outside mama

She snatched her purse and tucked her phone and keys into it as she stepped outside. After shutting the door behind her, she noticed his HellCat parked in her driveway, and he emerged from the car, looking incredibly sharp.

Jimmy donned an all-black outfit, complemented by a Cuban link silver chain that hung around his neck. His earlobes were adorned with two piercings, and a Rolex watch graced his wrist. When he smiled, the gleam of his grills sparkled in the shadows, surprising her.

He went all out for this one.

She strolled in his direction while he gazed at her ensemble from head to toe. The way her white silk dress gracefully embraced her figure captivated him—he reached for her hand, eager to spin her around for a more complete look at her stunning outfit.

He brought his hand down with a sharp smack against her ass, the sound resonating in the stillness. Then, he wrapped her in a warm embrace, his hand gliding over her curves as he held her close, locking his gaze with hers.

“You look beautiful mama.” Jimmy spoke with a tone that was noticeably deeper than usual.

The charming compliments he showered upon her were yet another reason she found herself captivated and unwilling to leave; he had a remarkable talent for influencing her emotions.

“Thank you, you look handsome yourself.” She responded as he had leaned in for a kiss.

She gently pressed her lips against his, then pulled back, noticing the shine of her lip gloss on his lips. They separated as he moved to open the passenger door for her, allowing her to slide inside. After shutting the door, he hurried to the driver's seat.

As he climbed into the car, he noticed her already buckled in, watching him as he fastened his seatbelt while reversing out of her driveway—taking them toward their destination for the evening.

As Blanca looked out the window, the stars shimmered in the night sky, and the moon bathed the world in its soft glow. During their drive to the restaurant, she felt his hand lightly placed on her thigh, prompting her to steal a fleeting glance at him, cherishing the intimacy of the moment.

He appeared exceptionally dashing this evening; it's astonishing that someone like him could be so alluring. His charisma is ageless, and as he drove, Blanca felt herself completely enchanted by him.

“You done eye-fucking me?” Jimmy asked as she turned her head in a heartbeat.

“I-I wasn’t looking at you nigga.” Blanca responded with him caressing her thigh.

“But you were though mama, you don’t gotta lie to me.” He replied, glancing at her.

Blanca's stomach twisted in knots as he gently squeezed and caressed her thigh with one hand on the wheel—he looked incredibly attractive while doing it.

At the red light, Blanca felt his hand gently cradling her chin. She gazed into his warm, chocolate-brown eyes as his thumb softly brushed against her cheek, making her smile at the tenderness of his touch.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, the kiss quickly evolving into a flurry of tender pecks that left her feeling warm and giddy inside. Deep down, she knew she shouldn’t be enjoying this, but his effortless charm made it utterly irresistible.

As they separated, he found himself captivated by the beauty of her eyes, which sparkled even more from up close. Jimmy gently caressed her lips with his thumb, only to realize that the traffic light had changed to green.

The atmosphere between them was charged with tension as she sensed his hand gripping her thigh, the rhythm of his playlist pulsing softly in the background.

As they pulled into the restaurant's parking lot, Jimmy switched off the engine and exited the car. He walked around to her side and opened the door for her

Blanca took hold of his hand, sensing that the shadows in his eyes held a different depth this evening, though she couldn't quite decipher what it was.

He twirled Blanca to showcase her dress, then playfully delivered a gentle slap to her ass, causing her to yelp in surprise and burst into laughter. As he pulled her closer, she inhaled the delightful scent of his cologne—he smelled absolutely amazing.

Jimmy softly brushed his lips against her cheek and whispered a few words. “I want us to chill at my crib after dinner tonight.”

“Jim—“ Jimmy encircled her throat with his hand, leaning in to silence her with a kiss before she could voice any objections about spending the night at his place.

The kiss was filled with a sense of ownership, as if he was reluctant to release Blanca, and she found herself enjoying it immensely—perhaps even more than she cared to admit—before finally breaking away.

“Don’t fight with me tonight Bia, let’s just chill.” Jimmy spoke, his voice lowering to a softer yet resonant tone.

Blanca simply nodded as he clasped her hand with his, and they walked into the restaurant side by side.

Following dinner, the ambiance was enriched by soft music playing in the background, while Blanca dozed off contentedly in the passenger seat. After indulging in a hearty meal at the restaurant, she had grown weary. Jimmy stole a few glances at her serene face, gently wiping away the drool that had escaped her lips. Noticing the chill in the air, he draped his hoodie over her legs to keep her warm.

Upon arriving home, he parked his car in the driveway. After turning off the engine, he gently shook Blanca, causing her eyes to flutter open. As she took in her surroundings, she realized they had reached his house.

A smile spread across his face as he gazed at her, sending a delightful flutter through her stomach.

“Hey, sleeping beauty. We are here.” Jimmy said.

“Is she here? If she is, I'm not dealing with her and you can take me back home.” Blanca said.

Jimmy sighed, “no she’s not here she’s working a late shift tonight and staying at a hotel for tonight so you don’t need to worry about her c’mon.” He released his seatbelt and unlocked the door, then moved to the passenger side to open it for Blanca. As she exited the car, he draped his hoodie over her shoulders, and she inhaled deeply, enveloped by the familiar scent that lingered on the fabric.

Blanca couldn't shake the thought: why was his girlfriend at a hotel? The question hung in her mind for a brief moment.

Jimmy closed the door and draped his arm around her shoulders as they made their way to his entrance. She stood by, waiting for him to unlock the front door, feeling the coolness of the evening air beginning to settle in.

He had seen her shivering which caused him to chuckle at her. “You should’ve brought some extra clothes to warm up your body baby.” Blanca hit him in his arm for teasing her. “Nigga hurry the fuck up and open the door please.”

As soon as he opened the door, she brushed past him and stepped into his home. Upon entering, she was captivated by the stunning interior, which was beautifully designed. The furniture caught her eye; it looked so inviting and smooth that she could easily imagine herself drifting off to sleep on it.

Jimmy closed the door softly as he approached Blanca from behind, encircling her waist with his arms, prompting her to glance up at him.

“Your house is beautiful. Did you pick the furniture out” Blanca said.

“Yep, every single piece of furniture in here you see I picked it out including the couch.” Jimmy responded.

Blanca observed the fireplace in the living room, filled with freshly stacked wood. Even though she despised the man, the sight struck her as undeniably romantic.

“You wanna change into some comfortable clothes? I got some spare ones if you want to wear them.”

Was this really happening? She was staying the night at his house? What was she doing?

“Um, sure I don’t mind.”

“A’ight, then little mama.” Jimmy released his hold on her waist and made his way to the laundry room at the back to grab a few of his spare clothes for her to wear while she slept.

Blanca settled onto the couch, lost in her thoughts as she awaited his arrival. Her mind wandered to the moments they shared—his hands exploring her body, his lips pressed against hers. Despite the intensity of their connection, she couldn't shake the feeling that his manipulative and possessive nature was deeply toxic.

Beneath the surface, she felt a conflicting mix of affection and resentment; it tore her apart both internally and externally. His words and actions were designed to hold her close, rather than allowing her the freedom to leave.

Each time he spoke, his words and sweet, melodic voice captivated her in a way she found impossible to articulate.

As she pondered, his footsteps broke her concentration as he approached, holding a bundle of clothes. "You can shower upstairs," he said, gesturing. "Just take a left, and you'll find the bathroom at the end of the hallway, okay?"

She stood up from the couch, nodding as she passed him, catching him stealing a glance her way while she ascended the stairs. Blanca adored the overall aesthetic of his home and the charming decorations that adorned every corner.

Her house felt like a warm sanctuary she returned to each night. Once she stepped into the bathroom, she closed the door and started to undress completely, letting her dresses fall to the floor as she neatly placed them into a well-organized, albeit dirty, bin he kept in there.

As she stepped into the shower, she turned on the water and began to cleanse her body with the extra rag he had provided along with her clothes. While lathering up with the body wash he kept in the shower, her thoughts drifted to him.

She despised it deeply—finding herself thinking of him when she knew she shouldn’t be here at all, or even entertain thoughts of him in the first place.

At her core, she was rooted in place, growing increasingly at ease, and that was the crux of Blanca's dilemma—becoming too cozy with a man who was undeniably toxic and possessive.

At that moment, she heard the door creak open and felt a gentle breeze wafting in from the open curtains, just as two powerful arms encircled her waist.

Jimmy pressed his lips against the nape of her neck, his body aligning with hers as he gently cupped her breasts, applying a soft squeeze.

“J-Jimmy.” Blanca said softly.

“What’s up baby?” His voice lowers to a rich, velvety tone that sends shivers through her, melting her resolve even against her better instincts.

She pivoted to meet his gaze, his tall frame towering over her petite stature. She could feel his hands firmly gripping her hips, his thumb gently gliding across the surface.

“What are we doing? What is this?”

Jimmy kissed her forehead, “we are just chilling for tonight mama, I even got the fireplace started for us since it’s going to be chilly tonight.”

She gazed into his eyes—those beautiful eyes—lost in a trance as she absorbed their depth. “What?”

“N-nothing.” She averted her eyes, turning away until he gently grasped her chin, bringing his lips to hers as they dove into a passionate kiss. It was a blend of intensity and tenderness, his hands gliding down to her ass, cradling her as he lifted her with ease.

She embraced him, her arms encircling his neck as her fingers wove through his curly hair.

Blanca's back pressed against the wall, feeling its coolness on her shoulder blades. She sensed his arousal as he moved against her.

As he entered her, she clung to him, wrapping his arms securely under her legs. he began to move deeply, causing him to mutter curses softly between their kisses. “Fuck, Blanca, Fuck.”

It made her feel lightheaded and tingly throughout her entire body.

Blanca rested on Jimmy's chest, his hands gently cradling her backside as soft snores slipped from her lips. He began to massage her ass in soothing circles, fully aware that such tender touches provided her with a sense of comfort and relaxation.

Jimmy struggled to see her face, as her hair was tousled and obscuring it. He gently brushed her hair aside to catch a clearer glimpse of her features—her lips were slightly parted, and he could see her body rising and falling rhythmically as she slept.

He had her firmly in his grasp, and there was no chance she would be walking away from him anytime soon. Even if she attempted to leave, he would always be there, constantly reminding her that she was meant to stay and that she belonged to him.

He had no intention of letting her slip away from him, regardless of how often she claimed to despise him. Deep down, he understood that she cherished their connection just as much as he did, even if she refused to acknowledge it—he could sense it in her every action.

Jimmy began to drift away from his feelings for Trinity; she simply wasn't meeting his needs, and their constant bickering only added to his stress. They would eventually reconcile, but it felt like an endless loop of conflict and resolution.

He consistently turned to Blanca because she never refused him or pushed him away. He thinks she doesn’t mind their arrangement and is willing to keep it going until she fully understands their situation.

He sensed Blanca moving in her sleep, nestling closer against his chest as his hand rested gently on her back. Just then, his phone buzzed, prompting him to pull it from his pocket and check a message from Trinity.

BooThang💋: Daddy I miss you so much can we work things out? You know I’m better than that bitch you be fucking. Can I at least get some dick from you one last time?

He glanced at Blanca briefly before returning his gaze to the message from Trinity.

SlimJim🫠💦: Yeah, little girl send me the addy I’ll be over there in a few minutes.

Jimmy set his phone aside on the couch as he stood, gently holding Blanca in his arms. He then laid her down on the couch, tucking a blanket around her to keep her warm.

He softly kissed her forehead, tenderly tucking her hair behind her ear.

Jimmy picked up his phone and keys, slipping on a hoodie to ward off the evening chill as he stepped out the door and made his way to the hotel.

Eventually Blanca was going to end up seeing a video with Jimmy and Trinity sooner or later. And was she going to leave?

Main One.

a/n: this…this was a lot than I expected it to be and honestly ion think Blanca will leave him.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below

STAY UCEY.

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touch tank - Bucky Barnes x reader

Note: My first first first ever fic that I wrote. Not proofread so I apologize for any mistakes that I made. I just recently got back into my Bucky era and started listening to my bucky playlist again and I was like touch tank is such a bucky song, so I decided to write this fic. Feedbacks are greatly appreciated. Word count: 1.7k Pairing: soft! Bucky x reader (mutual pining/idiots in love trope)

Summary: Bucky comforts you after a bad date. Warnings: a little angst, implied smut(?), soft bucky being a simp, bucky and reader both being idiots. I wrote this during class so idk how it turned out tbh. The playlist in question:

Cancelled a hot hipster threesome for you

‘Cause I preach a freedom, but you’re a fucking great excuse

Bucky is trying to make you late for your date again. Well, in all honesty, he’s trying to get you to skip your date completely and just spend time with him. Why are you wasting your time with these useless boys anyways? It’s not like they know how to treat you like Bucky does.

“Buck, you know I can’t just make up an excuse again. It’s like the hundredth time you suddenly have ‘something important’ when I have a date.” You’re not trying to call Bucky a liar, but the last time he said he had something important and he needs you to be there, it ended up just being him needing to buy cat treats for Alpine. You love Alpine, but couldn’t he just wait until after your date?

“But, doll, I really need you to be there. Please?” And it’s true, Bucky needs you to be there. In fact, Bucky needs you to be everywhere. He’s pretty sure you’re the sole reason he’s breathing at this point. “C’mon baby,”

Well, how can you really say no when he’s calling you baby and making your head spin while looking at you with his pleading eyes? You didn’t really care about your date in the first place, Isaac or Isaiah or whatever his name was. You’re just trying to get your mind off Bucky. Which is proven to be difficult when he’s practically begging you to spend time with him. It’s not like you want to say no to him at all, so you sighed and said “fine…” and Bucky just lights up, He grins and kisses your cheek while you said, “But this is the last time, James.”

“Yes, I promise.” Though, you both know it wasn’t true.

—-

Plus I’d rather get naked and swim in your blow-up pool

And dry our dolphin bodies off and question your tattoos

You’re lying on his chest and playing with his dog tags. He’s brushing your hair and murmuring something you can barely hear. You’re pretty sure he’s talking about how this is so much better than your planned date, which is true, but you’re too hazy and warm to care about it.

The scars on his chest are scattered like the constellation in the night sky. You wonder who on this god damned Earth would do something so cruel and inhumane to someone. You wonder why couldn’t there be someone to protect him from all this pain. You wonder if it still hurts, not physically, but if the memory still haunts him. You wonder about a lot of things. Most of all, you wonder how does one carry so much baggage and still have the power to be as gentle as him?

So you asked, “Tell me about your scars.” and he does.

—-

You took my breath away

So now I can’t suck in my stomach around you anymore

It turns out Bucky was right to make you skip all those dates before. Boys suck. They don’t know a thing about how to talk to women. Isaiah certainly didn’t.

Your date had gone terribly with Isaiah. He told you that you were too attached to the ‘Winter Soldier’. Said it was weird that you’re always there when he has a breakdown, like you’re his babysitter or something. So you defended Bucky. You said he’s not a burden, he’s your friend.

He’s someone who’s been through hell and still chooses to fight to be good. And he means a lot to you. Not because he needs you, but because you need him, too.

Turns out, Isaiah wasn’t too happy about you talking back to him, so he screamed and shouted. Right there in the middle of the restaurant, like a tantrum in adult form.

People stared. You were humiliated.

Isaiah said you were obsessed. That you were "too emotional," "too much," and so you slapped him. That’s when he snapped. Called you an attention whore who doesn’t deserve anything good. Loud enough for the next table to hear. Loud enough that the waiter stopped mid-step, unsure if they should step in. And you just walked out.

You didn’t go home after the restaurant. You didn’t want silence. Didn’t want to sit with Isaiah’s words echoing in your head like they meant anything. So you went to Bucky’s. You didn’t text first. You just showed up. And when he opened the door and saw your face, he didn’t ask any questions. Didn’t need to. He pulled you into his arms and you stayed there for a while.

“Bucky,” you sobbed out. He held you tighter, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other wrapped firmly around your waist like he could shield you from everything that had ever hurt you.

“I'm here,” he murmured into your hair. “I got you.”

There’s something so comforting about him. Something you can’t really put your finger on. Maybe it’s the way he doesn’t rush you. Maybe it’s how he holds tension in his body like a soldier still expecting the worst, and yet when it comes to you, he softens. It’s the way that Bucky, through all his callouses and rough edges, is still a soft and warm place you consider home.

You tell Bucky everything. From the way Isaiah looked at you like your kindness was embarrassing. The way his words turned from cold to cruel so fast it made your head spin. How he mocked your connection to Bucky and called it strange, needy, pathetic. How he made you feel like loving deeply was a flaw.

You don’t say it all in a straight line. It slips out between shallow breaths and long silences. Half-finished sentences. Broken-off thoughts. But Bucky listens like it’s a map. Like he can trace every pause, every shake in your voice, and still understand exactly where it hurts.

“He’s a jackass, doll.” were the first words that came out of Bucky’s mouth. And somehow, despite everything, it made you laugh. Because it’s true, Isaiah is a grade-A asshole. Bucky’s whole demeanor softened at the sound of your laugh. He continued, “He doesn’t deserve you at all,” You just looked at him quietly, waiting for him to say his next words, hoping it’s finally going to be the words you’ve waited him to say all these years.

“Not even a conversation. Let alone your time. Let alone your heart.”

You looked down, blinking fast, because it hit harder than you expected. Not just the truth of it, but the fact that Bucky meant it. He wasn’t trying to comfort you with sweet nothings. He was telling you the truth like he always did. “I mean it,” he added, voice steady. “You give a damn. You care. And that’s not weakness. That’s not something you apologize for.”

His fingers brushed yours, light, careful. “But if anyone ever makes you feel like it is,” he said, “you let me know. I’ll take care of it.”

You nodded once. Barely. Then looked up at him. And you realized that your lips are only inches away. Your breath hitched. You gazed to his lips. And for a moment, neither of you moved.

Bucky’s eyes searched yours, like he was asking a question without speaking. Like he was waiting for a sign, a shift, a breath, anything to tell him he wasn’t reading this wrong.

And maybe it was the way your hand curled gently around his. Or the way your gaze didn’t drop this time. Or maybe he just finally stopped holding back. So he leaned in, slowly, like he didn’t want to startle the moment into disappearing. And when his lips touched yours, it wasn’t a crash. It was a beginning. Soft. Certain. Like he’d been carrying the shape of this kiss inside him for a long time, and now he was finally setting it free. You sighed into it, instinctively leaning closer. His hand rose to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing just beneath your cheekbone, grounding you both in the present, in the realness of it. His lips moved against yours like he was learning them, like he already knew them.

“I’ve wanted this for so damn long,” he whispered, almost like a confession. And with him this close, you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Finally,” you whispered back. He chuckled, low and warm. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Took me long enough.”

—

We're too old to live with our parents

Do you wanna wake up to me every morning?

You wake up to an unfamiliar warmth beside you. The soft rise and fall of Bucky’s chest. The gentle rhythm of his breathing. His arm sprawled across the bed, his fingers just brushing your side as if he didn’t want to move but was still connected to you somehow.

For a few seconds, the world outside the room didn’t matter. It was just the quiet of morning, the feeling of his presence, and the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the blinds.

Your eyes are puffy from all the crying you did last night, but the event that caused it was already long forgotten. Truth be told, if going to one bad date was all it took to get you and Bucky together, you would’ve done it a long time ago. Bucky stirs, making you stop your train of thoughts, and his eyes flicker open slowly. "Morning," he murmurs, his voice still rough from sleep. There's a soft, almost nervous smile on your face as you meet his eyes. That same warmth you’d felt the night before, the one that settled deep inside you, is still there.

“I could really get used to this,” Bucky says, his voice still heavy with sleep. And you agree with him on that one. You also could get used to waking up to him. “Yeah?” you grin, unable to keep the giddiness from bubbling up. It was always hard to contain it around him, but now, more than ever, it feels like something you never want to stop feeling. “You wanna wake up to me every morning, huh?” You mean it as a joke, to tease him. Bucky’s gaze softens, and there’s a long pause before his lips curl into a small smile, his eyes meeting yours with warmth and sincerity. He doesn’t say anything at first, just tangles his fingers in your hair, brushing it behind your ear gently.

“I’d wake up to you every day, doll,” he murmurs, his voice low and sure. “If you’ll have me.”

—-

He's so pretty when he goes down on me

Gold-skinned eager baby, blue shirt out the laundry

He tells me he's gentle when he wants to be

So I think he wants to be gentle with me

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I don't know how to write smut so uhm yeah but just imagine Bucky looking so pretty when he goes down on you:) ahhh I love him so much<3 I might make other fics based on the songs from the playlist depending on how much you guys like this fic.

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