#cos the water went down the breathing hole

[demonsword586]

Beelzebub Attacker part 4

Damn,I forgot how wild this man can be...

(Pg: Inside the club)

Beelzebub: You have time to think of something else too,huh?

You glanced around a bit,feeling the stares,and Beelzebub chuckled,and then he reached down with one hand and pressed his palm firmly against the underside of your stomach,right where your womb was.

Mc: Argh!

The pressure he created wasn't just pleasurable,it made you feel like you were going to pee.

Mc: Wait,wait!

As you cried out in desperation,Beelzebub sped up as though if he had been waiting for it.

At the same time,the crassly blatant sound of flesh slapping echoed through the room,accompanied by your voice.

Fhe line of devils watching you and Beelzebub has grown in the meantime.

You felt the stares,and Beelzebub was turned on to the top of his head by the sight of you being embarrassed and caring about such things.

Beelzebub: Ha,ha,I'm coming again!

Mc: Ah,ah!

You could only reply in a gasping voice,a mixture of moaning and breathing.

You could sense that Beelzebub's second climax was near as his movements grew faster and wilder.

Beelzebub: I'm...co-...ming!

Mc: Mm,mmh!

You were gasping but nodded in affirmation,using only your head.

Beelzebub's second ejaculation was approaching,but you were already having sma orgasms again and again.

Mc: Aarghhh!!!

Beelzebub: Urgh!

Squirt-!!!

Thw moment Beelzebub spurted his cum inside you,you felt a shiver run up your spine and into your head like you'd never felt before and you 'shot' the first clear water you'd ever seen between your legs.

The fluids you spewed mixed with the sweat on Beelzebub's chest and ran down between his chest.

Mc: Huff...huff...huff...

You hung limply,feeling as if you had squezzed every ounce of excitement out of your body.

Beelzebub finally extracted hia still imposing cock as though he was really going to let you 'rest' now.

Glug-

You shuddered as you felt the cum from your hole seep between you buttcheeks.

Beelzebub: Kekeke...You can,do it.

Then,Beelzebub wrapped the back of your bottom with a satisfied look on his face.

Then,you felt the knocking of his fingers in your back hole. All your senses froze for a moment,and you flinched.

Your senses focused on the new sensation of shame and immorality that washed over you,as if only your rear end existed there.

Mc; Ah...Beelzebub,not there!

You flapped in suprise and tried to move his hand,but Beelzebub easily subdued your hand.

Fiddling with the entrance to the hole,Beelzebub pushed his finger into it,pushing his cum which had soaked through your legs and into your backside,gradually getting deeper and deeper.

The sensation was nerve-wracking,almost maddening. Then Beelzebub's hands squezzed your breasts. And then Beelzebub's hand went into your mouth.

Mc: (Wait,Beelzebub is still holding my thighs with both his hands?!)

Startled,you glanced back at your surroundings and was stunned by what ypu see panicking to the point where your nose dripped with sweat from an instantaneous cold sweat.

Beelzebub: Is this where you said I shoudn't touch?

Mc: Beelzebub?! Wait...there are two Beelzebubs?!

Beelzebub: What if there are three?

Mc: ?!?!

Next to Beelzebub fondling your asshole under your legs,another Beelzebub regarded you and smirked.

Just as you were about to say something,the Beelzebub who was clutching your breasts by your head covered your mouth with his own. To your astonishment,the other Beelzebubs around you had looks on their faces that said 'he got there first'.

A voice between a scream and a moan escaped from your mouth,but the three Beelzebubs were unperturbed.

Slide-slide-

The Beelzebub who has just ejaculated enough to fill you to the brim inside,began rubbing his cock against the sensitive flesh between your swollen legs.

It felt like someone was suckinf you underneath with wet lips,and as you strained your toes and lower stomach,the Beelzebub from below giggled.

Beelzebub: It's puffing down there,now that you're aroused.

Mc: (Don't...put it into words,you idiot!)

But your words were barred by the mouth of the Beelzebub by your head and you could only make a muffled sound.

He forced two fingers into the narrowed back hole and held it open. He stuck his tongue inside the gaping hole and sucked.

Mc: !!!

You wanted to shout no,but you couldn't.

Despite the fact that you had a man kissing you like he was eating you,all you could do was moan,moan,moan ugly sounds with each movement of the hot tongue probing your backside.

And even the Beelzebub who was holding your arm,sucked on your nipple and led you to carres his towering cock with your free hand.

Your mind turned white. You,Beelzebub,Beelzebub below you and the Beelzebub next to you,felt so good that you thought you were out of your mind.

Just as you felt pent-up cries and moans from the three males grow louder and louder,another shadow fell over your head.

He licked relentlessy at the nape of your wet neck,rubbing your one remaining breast as he squezzed it fiercely in his large hand.

Before you knew it,your legs were spread wide apart,each occupied by a new Beelzebub,sucking and licking your toes with glee.

Mc: (There are...more Beelzebubs!!!)

Beelzebub wasn't the only one grown in number.

Soon the preceding visitors who were enjoying 'breaks' at the shelter had become spectators watching you and Beelzebub.

A surreal sexual intercourse between superstars- the descendant of Solomon and the hottest king in Hell. It was an event unlike any other in Hell.

The gazes of those devils over Beelzebub's shoulder and head were filled with dark jealousy,pure envy and sparkling intrest.

Just then,Beelzebub sucking on your lwft breast came in your hand.

As you barely looked away from the kiss that still wasn't over,there was another Beelzebub,rhis time clutching your hair and fondling his cock.

Mc: Were there eight?...no,nine?...

Before you knew it,you were surrounded by more Beelzebubs that you could count,being sucked,pounded on and rubbed on.

[snowdrop-ivy]

Chasing the Clouds: A Journey Back to The Beef | 5

Summary: Mikey left the restaurant to Carmen, Natalie, and you.

Trope: Second chances

A/N: Here's a little something for ya! <33

You jolted up when you heard a bang pop. You noticed that you were alone in the room and a swift of pain circled on your head, the drinks you had now giving you consequences. You saw that there was a coat on the box you slept on. You saw it was Carmy’s, it was the coat you got him when you got your first paycheck from your photography gig that you did over the summer. You smiled as you examined the jacket and felt your heart flutter when he decided to keep it. You wondered if he threw away the gifts you gave him. You sniffed it and the scent of Carmy lingered inside of you; his minty fragrance. You decided to go out to the commotion outside and you saw that the window broke down. Not completely but there was a hole in it. Like it was shot. Waves of shock and confusion flashed on your face as you heard Natalie and Carm fighting on the counter, they were looking at the window as the crew cleaned up the shards of glass. Carm was inside the counter with his arms crossed while Nat’s on the other side with his elbow propped on the counter. You stood behind Nat then you placed your hand on her shoulder.

“What the hell happened?” You asked, looking at the boys sweeping.

“Someone took a shot at us,” Carm answered before going to the kitchen.

“Us?” You questioned, seating at the chair behind you. “Us, you mean us people in here or us like the restaurant?”

Nat shrugged her shoulders. Carm returned with a glass of water and aspirin for you. “Both maybe.”

You smiled at him as he watched you drink the medicine for your head before turning his back on you. Richie went back inside carefully, not to step on glass. 

“You okay?” He asked a girl with a bandana on her head. She must be the new crew Carm hired to help them out.

“Yeah, you?” She answered.

Rich sighed. “Yeah, fuck. I don’t even know anymore,” He said, raising his hand then went to the kitchen.

“Should we call the cops?” You inquired, hanging your head then rubbed it.

“No,” All of them answered, shaking their heads.

You looked at them with your brow raised. 

“They’re sweeping glass up,” Nat reminded Carm. “On a Tuesday afternoon.”

“I know,” Carm replied, nodding his head. 

“I’m gonna lose my house,” She emphasized.

“Don’t co-sign for a drug addict,” Carm answered his sister nonchalantly before going to the kitchen. “45 minutes to open, chefs!” He yelled.

“Carmy!” You called out as he was on the door. “You’re still gonna open? Are you fucking kidding me?”

He took a deep breath before turning to you. “If we don’t open, Nat’s gonna lose her house!” He couldn’t help raising his voice. 

“I offered to pay for it!” You yelled back, sitting up straight to stare at him.

“And I said no!” He said, raising his voice higher. “Why don’t you go and plan your fucking wedding and leave me the fuck alone!?”

Nat called out his name. Your breaths quickened and you felt the tears blurring your vision. You gave out a mirthless laugh before standing in front of him, raising your head to level with him. “I don’t do that, Carm,” You shook your head. “I don’t leave people when they need me.”

Carm slammed the pans in front of him when he heard you bolted out the door. “Fuck!” He yelled then slammed it again. He went out the backyard and saw Richie sitting beside the bench. He sat on the bench, widening his legs and wrapping his arm around it.  

“What?” Rich asked, looking at the ground.

“I didn’t say anything,” He replied, looking in front of him. He rocked himself back and forth thinking about what he said to you. Carm thought that you coming back into his life, well semi-back, that he can apologize and be acquaintances again. That’s what he hopes for, to just be civil with you and hope for the best. He just wanted to shoot himself in the head as the memory of him shouting at you. You’ve had fights before but that was different, you weren’t close to friends and he just shouted at you. It wasn’t your fault, it was his, he’s honest on that. No excuses.

“Carm…” Rich called him, looking annoyed that he wasn’t listening. “I asked if you found what Sug’s asking for?”

“Huh?” He knocked his senses. “Uh no. I didn’t find it,” he replied, shaking his head.

Rich took a huff of smoke. “Paperwork’s not really my jam,” he admitted. “Didn’t they teach you accounting at Noma?”

Carm turned to him. “Did they teach you at DevRy?” he asked back, reaching for his cigarette.

Rich shook his head. “Nope,” He let out a dry laugh. “Is that an oven?” He pointed with his head. 

Carm studied the scar on his right forearm. He remembered that day when he got it. “No, it was Michael’s 15th birthday. Jan-Carlo and Fak got into a fight, I tried to break it up and fell into the barbeque,” He explained then pressed the end of the cigar to his lips.

They both laughed at the memory, cursing the Faks. Carm turned to Rich. “Is there a name for that thing where you’re afraid of something good happening ‘cause you think something bad’s gonna happen?”

Rich shook his head lightly. “I don’t know. Life?”

Carm made a mental check on his head. Maybe he was right. Life is the name of that thing. Because that’s how Carm works. He’s afraid of something good because he knows something bad will happen after. Rich went on to tell how his daughter thought his last name was bad news because he only called with bad news. Carm went back to the office after checking on how the kitchen is doing. Nat was sitting on the floor along with the left of the boxes. He sat across her, in the place where you sat. He opened the drawer on the table and found the case of pills Mikey had. His brother had an addiction with prescription pills. Carm showed it to Nat then returned it back.

“I knew it was dumb to co-sign. FYI,” Nat stated. “But Y/N convinced me, she told me how it was our family’s legacy and I would be guilty of letting it down as I drive through this place.”

Carm leaned his head on the wall. He didn’t know that. Maybe that was the reason you also co-signed on it. But he doesn’t have a reason on why he co-signed. 

“You wanna fight?” He asked, knowing his sister.

“Please,” She answered, looking at him.

“I know you’re mad at me,” He started.

“This is irresponsible. And shouting at her after all these years? Was a dick move, Carmy. A fucking dick move.”

He closed his eyes and nodded. “I know.”

Nat sighed, her face more relaxed. “Look, I think the thing that just pisses me off is the thing  that I’m probably too embarrassed to admit, is that you never ask me how I’m doing. Like, ever. I know it’s childish but that’s why I’m mad at you.”

Carm gave a half smile while listening to his sister. “Plus we never spend time together. This place is eating you alive, Carm.”

He looked at his sister, his eyes softening at the thought. “You always blame this place.”

Nat smiled at him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you blame the restaurant. You don’t blame Mom or Mickey.”

“How can I not blame this place?” She questioned. “I just cleaned up shot-out glass and now, I’m covered in carbon. All of our time, money, work gets sucked up into this place. The only thing we get back is chaos, resentment. It’s bullshit.”

Carm gave out a cheeky smile. “Sounds like Mom.”

“I’m serious,” She said, looking dead in his eyes.

“I’m serious,” He shot back.

Nat placed the papers on the box beside her. “I just want things to be calm. I just want things to be on solid ground. I want things to feel…”

“Consistent,” He ended her sentence.

“Yeah,” She nodded, her forehead creasing. “Consistent.”

He pursed his lips. “Yeah, that’s totally reasonable.”

“Well…” Nat raised her shoulders and her mouth curved into a smile. “I appreciate you saying that.”

“Uhm,” Carm added, looking at the ground. He massaged his hands getting ready to open up. “I guess, all the time, I feel like I’m kind of trapped because I can’t describe how I’m feeling. So, to ask somebody else how they’re feeling, that just seems, I don’t know, insane?”

Nat chuckled. “Okay.”

“I’m sorry. You know," he admitted. He really was. “You’re right. I wanna know how you’re feeling. How’re you feeling?”

“Really good. Just great,” She stated, her heart softening as his brother was trying to patch things up. “It’s not just me who you should be apologizing to.”

Carm let out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I don’t know how I’m gonna apologize to her.”

She plastered a smile on his face. “You can start by calling. Ask her also how she's doing.”

He nodded and licked his bottom lip. “I guess I can try that.”

Carm turned to the box on his side and slid through the folders. He picked up a blue folder. He studied the papers on it. “Yo, is this it?” He asked, showing the folder to her. 

They both nodded as they browsed the papers. “Yeah, that’s it,” She laughed. “Just sittin’ in this file labeled…” Nat turned her head sideways. “Shit.”

They turned to each other before laughing. “Fucking Mikey.”

[ladyzayismultifandom]

King of Second Chances

DomesticAvengers!Loki x Reader

Genre/Rating: tooth-rotting fluff with best friends to lovers

Description: Contrary to popular belief, Loki does have friends... just not on Asgard. Or Midgard. Except one.

After the battle of New York, Frigga managed to convince Odin one last time to have mercy on his adoptive son Loki who recently found that out in his defense but in no way can explain his revenge hostile attempted takeover of Midgard aka Earth. Odin decided that if some time on Earth managed to teach Thor the lesson he needed to learn to be worthy of the hammer, then Earth should be able to do the same for Loki.

So until he proves that he's not the evil ego-maniac that's co-dependent on the lie his father told him about being destined for greatness when he was a peace offer child, Loki is to stay on Earth.

Specifically in Avengers Tower under close surveillance.

None of the team especially Clint and Natasha wanted him there but they couldn't trust him living on his own with some of his magic still intact. So down the hall from Thor's room soon became Loki's room and they all lived happily ever after. Sort of

"Loki did you eat my Poptarts?"

"And why would I eat those disgusting sugar-coated sandwiches?'

"Because you know I like them?"

"Out" Thor suddenly falls through a hole Loki created sending him back to his room.

Loki looked up at the vents to make sure Clint wasn't in them before relaxing back in his bed with the book before he was once again interrupted by a knock on his door. He rolls his eyes begrudgingly before swinging the door open with a wave of his hand.

"Hey, Loki..."

"Yes, Y/N," Loki says not caring to lift his head away from his book.

"Can I hide my pop tarts in here? Thor keeps eating them."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because I know you don't like them so Thor won't look for them here." Unable to argue with that, Loki shrugged.

"Very well. Hide them here"

"Yes!" you jumped onto his bed and hugged him tightly to you shocking the magical entity to his core.

"Thank you, Loki," you shock him again by giving him a light kiss on the cheek.

".... You're welcome"

This was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Two years has gone by since then and while Loki is still not welcome back in Asgard he has regained almost all of his magical abilities, has been caught trying to go back twice, and with Frigga's help made his room in Avengers tower look almost identical to his chambers in the palace. One would say that he's gotten comfortable on Earth.

Loki still hides your Pop-Tarts in his room and several other things you don't want the team to see despite your room being one floor below his. The only ones who dare go in his room are you and sometimes Thor but he uses an illusion spell to make your stuff look like his so there is no suspense. You could have asked him to do that for your room but having some of your things in his room gives you the excuse to see him and everybody knows that. Except Loki of course.

After another successful mission with Natasha and her sister that she never mentioned until now you were back in Avengers Tower and you couldn't wait to tell your bestie all about it.

"LOKI!!!!" You burst through his door to find a towel around his waist and hair. His chest still had some water dripping down to a place that you didn't realize you'd want to see until now. Shit you're staring

"Um, I'll come back" You quickly closed the door and headed straight to the elevator. If anyone saw how you repeatedly pushed the close doors button they'd think you insane. You quickly went into your own room and let out the breath you had been holding only to open your eyes to-

"You know you were much cuter when you were afraid to knock on my door." You jumped holding your hand to your chest wishing your heart could just calm down but the man you just ran away from clearly transported to your room.

"I see you gained more of your magic back."

"One of my favorite tricks." Loki held up a bag of sweets. He patted the spot next to him on your bed and it was like you never left. You happily jumped into his arms. Let the celebration begin.

“So Agent Romanoff wasn’t alone before Barton came around. Interesting. Hit me” He opened his mouth and you gave him another caramel candy. Something you like to do when debriefing your missions with him is to eat sweets and comb his hair. He’ll never admit it but hearing your voice with your hands massaging his scalp made him feel like a King.

“I know right?! I can’t believe she’s been hiding that from us this whole time. I thought we’d run out of secrets in Avengers Tower by now. What about you?”

“Mm that feels nice” he whispered to himself not paying attention. You took a curl of his and wrapped it around your finger before yanking harder than usual.

“Ow!” He looked up at you

“Now that I have your attention what did you do while I was gone?” You held up your brush threateningly at him. Chuckling he laid his head back down in your lap closing his eyes without any sign of fear.

“I read, painted, slept, squabbled with my oaf of a brother, the usual.”

“Do you ever think the two of you will be as close as you were back then?”

“I’m not sure. I did try to kill him after all but he does try. I’ll give him that.”

“You tried to kill me too” You mumbled

“You’re different.”

“How different?” You continue brushing his hair slowly. Like a cat he purrs.

“You are… kind in a way that’s admirable and naive yet you hunt people for a living. It’s confusing.” You gently take his head in your hands staring right into his emerald green eyes.

“Are you saying I should consider a new career path?”

“I’m saying you are the most dangerous being in the nine realms.” He whispered.

“And your best friend” You whispered back coming a little closer.

“My only friend” The two of you smile at each other.

“Jarvis please tell me you got that” The two of you sat up quickly embarrassed that you’d been caught by Tony in what would look like two lovers staring into each others eyes even though you were nothing more than friends. Right? Without a thought you chased Tony all around the tower with your brush desperately trying to get that footage of the two of you.

Unsure of when it started Loki realized that the beautiful friendship that once was had blossomed into something else entirely. He was bound to mess it up but he knew you’d give him a second chance. He is the king of those after all and you are worth all the chances he can get.

A/N: Happy Loki day! I was supposed to post this the other day but I didn’t know what I wanted to write yet. Thanks for your patience. There’s more to come!

[chalterdh22]

Chapter 26: When Was the Last Time I Had Fun?

We biked to a nearby lake with a few waterfalls.  It was so serene.  There were a few kids swimming and a few fishing off to the side.  After parking in a small, grassy clearing, we got out.  He pulled out a large blanket and some towels.  He held out his hand for me to sit down with him on the oversized blanket. 

I sat down and crossed my legs.  He handed me a small bottle from the cooler.  “Don’t worry, it’s just water.”  He said as he opened it up for me.  I smiled back and took a sip.  Yup, just water.

“Why do you have towels with you?”  I asked, picking one up, feeling it through my fingers.  They seemed brand new, like he just bought them.

“I thought you might want to go swimming or something.”

“I don’t have a swimsuit.”  I stated, eyeing him.

“Ah, yes.  See, I don’t know if I told you this last night, but I’m extremely observant.  It’s a gift.”  He shrugged.  “Anyway, when I went to get these towels, I bought you a suit, and a covering if you choose to use it.”

“Wait, you bought me a swimsuit?”  I gasped and almost laughed.  “How did you know what to buy or my size for that matter?”

“Again, power of observation.”  He said pointing to his head.  I laughed as he pulled it out.  Holy crap!  It was a one piece with orange and teal colors, just like my new bag.  It was lower cut in the back.  It looked perfect.

“Wow,” I said, taking it from him.  “This almost looks too perfect.”

“And here’s the cover if you want it.”  He handed it to me.  It was like a shear cloth with large arm holes in it that matched the swimsuit.

“Thank you!  And where may I ask is yours?”  I asked snarkily with a grin.

He smiled.  “I’m wearing it under my clothes right now.”  He was so cute; I just couldn’t stand it.  Ugh.

We sat and just talked for a while.  We told fun stories, although I kept a lot of names out of mine, and the fact I lived with a Mandalorian and his apprentice.  He told me about places he had been and the cool people he’s met.  He didn’t seem like a guy that got into too many difficult positions.  He probably talks his way out of a lot, I was thinking. 

About an hour after chatting, he stood up and asked if I wanted to go swimming.  I looked around.  There were a few families in the water like before, but none really near us.  I shook my head yes and stood up.  He gave me my suit and covering, and I just stood there, wondering where the heck would I change in this!

Like he read my mind, he said there was a refresher about 50 feet away, with showers and a changing area.  I walked over there, just smiling and looking around.  After getting changed, I looked down at myself to make sure I was presentable.  This thing fit perfectly!!!  A ton of bruises were still showing, but I can talk my way out of those!  I did put the cover on, but it didn’t exactly cover me up so you couldn’t see me in the suit.  I took a deep breath and started walking back to our spot.  I didn’t see him though when I got to our blanket.  I was looking around, trying to shield the light in my eyes.

I walked up to the blue water and dipped my foot in.  Any other time, I would have just went barreling into the water, warm or cold.  I loved being on lakes, rivers, streams, and oceans!  It was so soothing.  The water was warm, and comfortable.  I took off my cover and started to walk in looking down at my feet as to not trip. 

After walking in so the water only a few inches, I stopped suddenly, got still, and felt someone approaching me fast from behind!  Before I realized it, I crouched down and the person coming at me, I flipped them forward having them land on their back, as I pinned them down.  Since the water was only a few inches deep where I was, I knew they weren’t drowning.

“Whoa, whoa Suri!  It’s me!  I was just playing!”  Dank farrik!  I immediately got off him and reached my hand out to help him up.

“I’m so sorry!  I thought you were someone else, or someone was trying to attack me.  Shoot!  I’m so sorry!”  I covered my face from embarrassment.  Ugh, really!  Why am I on high alert now when I should be relaxing?

“It’s fine.  It’s ok.”  He reached out to my shoulders and gave them a squeeze and pulled me into his chest.  We didn’t say anything for what seemed like an hour.  I just listened to his heartbeat.  “You have amazing reflexes, I must say.  Like you’ve had to use them before.”

I just shook my head, pealing it away from his body to look up at him.  “Um, yeah.  Something like that.”  I paused and just looked down.  Then getting my confidence back, I looked back up.  “At least you know not to mess with me!” 

He smiled.  “I can tell you’re not to be messed with.”  He said pointing at my bruises. 

I nodded in agreement.  “You should see the other guy!”

“Yeah, well, you can’t keep your guard up all the time!”  He lunged at me, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, running deeper into the water and threw me in.  I popped out laughing and just couldn’t believe how much fun I was having.  We splashed, dove down, play fought, smiled, talked, and just had fun for what seemed like hours.

I stood still feeling the soft sandy bottom through my toes.  I closed my eyes and let the suns beat down on my cool face.  It felt so good!  I felt him trying to sneak up on me again from behind.  Didn’t he know now he couldn’t get a jump on me, I thought?  I spun around fast, and he had dived under the water and was circling around me. 

I stood there giggling.  He was so playful.  Not at all serious, like I was used to living with Din.  It was such a breath of fresh air!  I finally saw an opening where I could get a jump on him, so I hopped to the side as he popped up facing away from me.  I jumped on his strong shoulders, reached for his ribs, and started tickling him.  He collapsed in a fit of laughter.  It was adorable.  I could have listened to him laugh like that all day.  Then he started to gasp, and his head was getting closer to the water, so I stopped. 

“I wasn’t going to let you drown now!  But your laugh is so wonderful, I really could listen to it forever!”  He turned to me still catching his breath with a smile but eyeing me like no one’s business, slightly blushing. 

“Gee, thanks!  You’re quick!”  He said as he lightly splashed me.

“I know!”

We eventually got out, ate some lunch, and returned the bike to the port.  By this time, we were fully dried off and walking back to the square.

“I had so much fun today!  It’s been such a long time since I’ve gotten to relax like that.  Thank you!”  I told him, looking straight into his eyes.

“Me too.”  He took my hands and sighed.  “I have to tell you something.”  I felt a shift change in his emotions.

“Ok.”

“I have to leave tonight.  I got a call late last night that I’m needed on a planet about a day’s flight from here.  I won’t be gone but two weeks.  I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but I really wanted to see you again.”  He put his head down a little, and I took my hand and lifted it up.

“It’s ok, honest.  You told me you were just passing through.  Just, if you ever come back, come find me!”

“Oh, I will, and I will definitely be coming back!”  He reached around the back of his neck, unstrapping a small, beaded necklace, took it off and put it in my hands.  “This means a lot to me.  I will be coming back for it.”  He smiled.

“Ok,” I said quietly as I put my hands around it and looked down at it.  He lifted my chin back up to his and gave me a kiss.  It was very sweet, and soft.

 After that, I just watched him walk away.  I sighed, and started walking in the opposite direction, putting the necklace on. 

I realized I still had about 5 hours before my night shift would start.  I really needed to get a nap in or something.  So, I took the speeder Greef gave me and zoomed back to the cabin.  The whole ride back, you couldn’t wipe that smile off my face.

[riksaes]

how ni-ki treats u on your month

ni-ki nishimura x fem reader , synposis : ni-ki taking care of his gf while she deals with her month , genre.. fluff & soft , word count 1280 , long as , nudity , NO SMUT!! it's just him taking care of her

rq for any idols / groups

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ni-ki causally walked along the side walk admiring the nature like you would normally comment, whenever the both of you walked together. everyday ni-ki would walk you (and himself) to school, which honestly became apart of his routine. except you werent there and both cars were gone from the drive way. 'odd' he thought to himself waiting an extra ten minutes obviously a bit nervous.

'she might be at school early for club things' he thought to himself pondering before releasing it was almost the start of homeroom. it has happened before where you left for club activities in the morning without telling him but he would eventually find you.

as he made it into homeroom he searched for your face but coming back with nothing. he fiddled with his bag and sat down where you and him usually sit. looking around seeing that mainly everyone was here other than his other piece. ni-ki didnt think much about it until lunch wondering where the hell you were.

jake looked down at the pouting youngest who had his head laying ontop of his arms while he looked out to the cafeterias door. "whats got you into a mood ni-ki?" jake asked drinking his water and taking a bite on the disturbing food thats given out to the students. ni-ki looked up to him and then away which made the elder confused why the boy ignored him not like usual. the aussie looked at sunoo who was fixing his hair up while the girls on the other table ogle at him.

"sunoo did ni-ki and y/n break up?" jake whispered which ni-ki obviously heard causing him to hit jake on the arm and giving him a look. "huh? they wouldnt break up.." sunoo said still admiring himself through the camera then looking up to jake. "i mean she did mention to me in p.e when we were walking around the track that she was coming up to her month" sunoo said which ni-ki kept an ear on and mentally noted before grabbing his phone from his pocket.

sliding on the screen and going straight to the app seeing that you had logged in that you got it. it was kinda cute that the both of you had the app but on a shared account implying that ni-ki wanted to know when these times would happen. he sighed looking at the time being at least another two hours in this hell hole before he can go see you.

as time went by the clock finally struck to 3pm and the school was out and everyone was ready to go home. ni-ki shoved his indoor shoes into the locker and quickly shoving his nike jordans on that you specially picked out for him.

quickly running to the close connivence store and grabbing the necessities being; pads, snacks and your parents favourite snack. your parents had a warm heart for ni-ki and loved spoiling the japanese boy whenever his name was brought up. he sped walked to your house seeing that both of your parents car were back and the light of your room lighting up softly creating soft pinkish patterns.

wasting no time he hurried to the doorstep and pressing the doorbell and hearing that familiar sound coming from inside of the house. but also the feet of one persons rushing to the door in a hurry. the door opened to an older lady who had some similar facial features as you who had a plate and a cloth in the other. "ni-ki! what brings you here?" she exclaimed at the tall boy letting him in and asking the question while he took his shoes off. "uh im here for y/n" he bluntly said and holding a bag up which your mum smiled widely and going behind him and pushing him softly up the stairs. he got to the top of them and seeing your door in sight before making his way to it and pressing a few knocks letting you know it's him.

he opened the door seeing that you were in fact passed out with a few strands of hair stuck to your face and small breaths coming out from your mouth. he smiled at your figure and placing the plastic bag down softly so it wouldnt startle you. making his way over to you and sitting down on the familiar bed he first told you about his feelings but made it look like it was someone else. he pushed back a few strands of hair and played with the amount that he had access to. smiling down at your sleeping figure until you started to move and wake up, opening one eye seeing the male sitting next you and staring at you.

"what are you doing here ki" rubbing an eye and yawning then preceding to look at the male who kept playing with your hair. "you thought you can hide that you have your period missy moo" he chuckled while you laid there in obvious pain from the cramps. ni-ki realised this and lifted you up from bed making you wake up even more and now physically awake, wide eyed. "ki what are you doing?" holding onto his neck while he opened the door and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. "im gonna take care of you since you obviously cant" he joked before placing you down on the toilet seat and closing the bathroom door.

he turned the shower handle on seeing the water fall and grabbed your hand to give you a bit of help on getting up. ni-ki didnt care that you were naked or not he just wanted to take care of you since he didnt understand the pain. after stripping yourself he lead you to the shower and let your whole body melt against the water. while you werent looking, he grabbed your dirty pjs and placed them into the laundry basket but also the pad you were wearing into the bin. ni-ki then quickly went to grab some comfy pjs and another pad. he eventually came back into the bathroom placing the items on the bench before turning to the shower seeing you blinks away from falling asleep from the water.

rolling up his sleeves/pants and taking off his socks then grabbing the shampoo + conditioner. "come here you baby" he pulled you body not out of the water but enough to let him wash your hair. massaging and cleaning your hair, he had finally finished washing your hair and turned off the water. getting out of the shower first, grabbing a soft towel for you to dry off in. patting your body then quickly getting the freshly cleaned new pjs on you.

he picked you up once again while you didnt go against due to the sleep coming to you slowly. your mum was walking up the stairs seeing him carry you from the bathroom and smiled widely shaking her head.

ni-ki kicked a pillow off your bed onto the ground where he could place you. he slowly sat you down but resting on the back of your bed with the comfit of a pillow on your butt. he quickly came back with a towel instead of a hairdryer not wanting to wake you up fully.

as time went by as ni-ki finished drying your hair, he got the bed ready so you were able to go back to sleep. picking you up again for the 100th time and placing you in the new clean sheets he had prepared earlier on for you.

"get some good rest i love you" was the last thing you heard before falling asleep.

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[3d10fire-damage]

Colors That Run Highlights 59

viva la revolution

In the wake of their victory over Shouscylla, the party, well, partied and drank to their success at the newly-liberated Oasis open bar. Calypso happily reunited with Fea and spent the remainder of the evening uncaring of her scantily-clad state. Valor on the other hand returned to her armor, and then everyone's favorite hole-filling man Teagan showed up. The Oasis population collectively swooned.

Teagan accepted ownership of the Oasis and offered the party to join in; they could be co-owners and would draw income from it remotely. The party considered this, though Kattie was the only one that engaged in any sort of negotiations, and then on Teagan's generous suggestion, headed up to rifle through Shouscylla's office. Avi found the keys to all the office's locked places, but did not share this discovery with Calypso, who set about picking the lock of a large trunk. Avi found some clothes and two fishbone-hilted daggers, and Calypso found a big ol' pile of money, which she left for someone else to sort through and distribute, mindful of her contract. Meanwhile, Valor raided the room she and Calypso had stayed in, much like one does a hotel room.

Calypso made sure that Avi did sun and water Fea in her absence, and then Fea offered to take the two of them up to the surface. Calypso reacted to this prospect much like dog hearing the 'w' word, but then, due to being beat to shit, she promptly fell asleep up there (Fea holding her like a Greek statue). Also Fea tried to water walking ring her way up through the Oasis's ceiling, but Calypso protested because she didn't want to bang her horns on the ceiling like that.

More on point, Valor called Luna via Sending Stone, presumably checking in about their respective missions. In the morning, Calypso went on a quest to find some gifts for Slim and Teresa, but was unable to find what she wanted. Then the group left Pory and began their four-day journal to Quam, where they would meet up with Luna and Gale and their crew. The group took the opportunity to fill Kattie in on what she had missed, and they explained Kattie's situation to Avi. Kattie also started making noise about the whole Avi freeing Pale Night thing, but Calypso defended him, saying that he hadn't known that's what would happen when he touched the sarcophagus.

Once they were close to the edge of Quam's lake, a squirrel appeared before them, bearing a scroll of paper. Kattie pulled japes on the party and claimed that "courier squirrels" were a common thing in Harmonce.

The letter was from Luna, and it explained the next steps of the plan. Gale would raise hell outside in Quam, while Luna and the party would go inside the Elements' chambers and beat their asses. It was also warned that the Elements' are demigods, and the fight would probably be hard.

Once the Breakfast Club arrived at the shore, they reunited with their genasi girls (and discovered the squirrel had been someone in Wildshape). Apparently Luna and Gale (and co.) had sown the seeds of revolution in the Earth District with the fed-up children there-- utilizing pranks, of all things. With the help of the air genasi powers to avoid drowning on the way down to the domed city of Quam (Kattie didn't understand everyone's need to breathe), the group sank allll the way down.

Before bringing hell, the group went on a shopping trip. This time around Calypso found what she had been looking for-- a seahorse belt buckle for Slim and a mermaid doll for Teresa-- and packed them away into her things securely. Kattie and Valor went looking for spell components. Avi, accompanied by Fea, went shopping for some heavy armor-- or at least armor that he could physically manage. Avi rambled happily to Fea along the way and she dutifully listened. Fea had Avi try on a chestplate, but the weight of it brought him to the floor.

Valor claimed to see a bill sitting on the top of the Elements' grand hall and singing, but it's more likely she was glimpsing beyond the fourth wall or something. Then again, maybe that's yet another thing that's totally normal in Harmonce... 🙄

Inside the capitol building there were four main hallways, decorated like each of the four elements, naturally. After some deliberation (and being reminded of the Elite Four chambers in Pokemon games) the party proceeded down the first hall at the left. Fea used her ability to sense lifelights to count the number of people behind closed doors, and busted out her glass-blowing tools to seal these doors closed-- preventing those within from getting out to assist the Elements once that encounter began. Fea was rather proud of Calypso for that making the suggestion. Eventually the party was turned around by guards, who luckily fell for Luna's ruse that the group was aiming for the Memorial Hall.

The next hall the group went down was the Fire one, and it contained a large set of doors that opened to another grand hall (once Kattie used Misty Step to go past the door and unlock it-- clever). The party was then faced by the most grand set of doors they'd encountered thus far... the Elements were within, it was clear.

Calypso, being the group's Professional Door Knocker, stepped up and knocked on the door. She dropped her hand afterward, keeping it curled tightly into a fist.

A woman made of wind currents answered the door, and had the time to say about five words before Calypso punched her directly in the face. Avi immediately cast Beacon of Hope on the party, and Kattie cast Heroism on Fea. The door opened wider to reveal the other three Elements, who mobilized quickly and angrily.

For her part, the Air lady (Ira) spent the beginning of the combat just, baffled. Can't imagine why. But her ability to deflect attacks with her body of currents (and redirect them to hit nearby targets) was dangerous. Water (Riven) proved hard to deal with, as his liquid body could capture weapons and pull them from their wielders, as is what happened to Luna and Jericho. Earth (Leif) was a little more straightforward, using thorns to strike from a distance. And Fire (Feera) made her way around the room's large round conference table and tossed miniature fire balls before summoning a fire elemental. Who knew fighting four demigods at once would be so dangerous?

Avi leaned hard into the healer role, keeping everyone afloat with Mass Cure Wounds, but he also slid a fishbone dagger over to Jericho, seeing as Riven yoinked his sword away. Valor targeted Leif, and Fea remained on Ira. Kattie moved to the center of things and tried to cast Destructive Wave, but Feera.... Counterspelled it. Twice.

Calypso had originally been squared up with Ira (who kinda kicked her ass), but once she noticed Feera throwing fire, she hauled ass up to her to keep her off of Fea, who is quite flammable. On a lighter note, Valor's player insisted on doing a Wisconsin accent on each of Valor's turns. The DM copied this as well.

The fun side effect of fighting Feera was burning them with fire on each strike. Calypso's fire resistance softened those hits, but Feera also did this thing where the burning of her fire caused incredible pain to Calypso, as if pouring alcohol into an open wound. Calypso appeared to have successfully stunned Feera, but it turns out... Feera's immune to being stunned! Fun. But at least Kattie managed to dispel Feera's summoned elemental.

Soon however, Fea caused a small halt in the fighting. She held off on attacking a still somewhat baffled Ira and spoke to her, trying to appeal to her and convince her that the people of Harmonce were suffering-- that's why this fighting was happening. Ira didn't seem to understand her, and said that as the Elements, their job was to oversee the land of Harmonce, and that everything that happens beyond that was merely the consequences of the citizens. Ira was not concerned.

The discussion took place over a few rounds of combat-- Leif was the only other Element that appeared to be given pause by Fea's appeal to pathos. Ira was ultimately not receptive, and came to the conclusion that she would not be manipulated by a child of darkness. Calypso was mad.

The combat then continued in earnest. At one point Kattie was about to move up to assist Calypso in fighting Feera, but decided not to at the last moment, and instead gave Calypso some bardic inspiration. Ira, turning cruel, countered Fea's continued pleas with a threat toward Calypso: "surely the one you love so much needs air to live."

Ira then reached out a hand in Calypso's direction and attempted to pull the air from her lungs, to suffocate her. But thanks to that bardic inspiration from earlier, Calypso made the saving throw and avoided being asphyxiated.

Valor then put a pause in her hostility against Leif to speak to Ira (all of the Elements, really). She communicated much of the same sentiment as Fea, but suggested that perhaps, if they would not heed a child of darkness, they would heed a child of Celestia instead. She did so knowing the Elements' connection to Celestia and hoped to leverage it. She used her inspiration, and...

...end of session.

good shit tbh

[dykeobsidianblock]

Hi hi hello I see you're taking on requests!

If its not an issue, can I request a Yandere!Chromia Scott x Male!Reader? If you do specific bits too, maybe where he stalks the reader + takes photos of them? (Bonus points if the reader finds said photos) No issue if you don't want to! :D

Title: Unhealthy Obsession

Yandere!Stalker!Chromia Scott Smajor x Male!Reader

This includes: Stalking, Slight yandere

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He landed softly and quietly on the branch below him, his wings folding behind him.

It was early morning still, so it was unsurprising to Scott that you were still asleep, your chest slowly rising up and down, your breaths slow and soft as you dreamed the morning away.

His hand went to the camera around his neck, turning it on as the colorful man raised it high enough to- *Snap*-, the camera whirred as the photo slid out of the Polaroid camera.

The avian hybrid shook the photo, causing the photo to develop faster. The picture showed your sleeping form, you were in the middle of rolling onto your side, facing away from Scott, your hair a mess.

Scott couldn't help but smile, lovestruck as he stared at the photo in his hand. He couldn't help but think you were so cute, the way you smiled, the way you helped other Chromia citizens, it makes his heart flutter with twisted adoration and admiration. It makes him want to keep you to himself, to hole you up somewhere so someone won't take advantage of you. Of your kindness.

He puts the photo in his fedora, not wanting to drop it as he flew up to your window, managing to unlock and lift it up without a noise. Scott slips into your room, making sure to keep quiet as to not wake you up.

Scott made his way to your dresser, opening it to find your shirts, he smiled as if he won a prize, picking up one up and burying his face in it, his smile widening as he took in a breath. He smelled the detergent and freshener you used for your clothes this morning, it smelled of flowers and fruit, he sighed blissfully, and for a moment forgot he was in your room.

He suddenly got pulled out of his trance, hearing ruffling and the sound of moving sheets in the background, causing Scott to panic. He whipped around, your shirt behind his back, as he rattled his brain for an excuse, any excuse, as to why he's in your house, your room no less! But when the ruffling ends just as soon as it started, and ends with a still sleeping you, he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

Scott held a hand over his heart, feeling it nearly beat out of his chest, his nerves still flowing with adrenaline. He lets out a sigh of relief, breath shaky as he turns back to your dresser, hands resting against the edge.

Calming his nerves, Scott went back to the drawer he opened, closing it in favor of going up to your bed and crouching next to it, camera in hand. Making sure that his camera wouldn't make a sound, he quickly snapped a few pictures of your sleeping form, close ups of your face being the focal point of the pictures.

Scott didn't notice the stirring, too invested in his developing polaroids to pay attention to the man moving in front of him, so when he heard a soft "Ruler Scott?", he dropped his camera in surprise.

Falling back, Scott looked up at the man above him, his face flushing in embarrassment at the fact that he's been caught. Scott sat there dumbfound as they both stared at each other in silence, practically frozen as neither spoke.

Finally you spoke, voice filled with anxiety and what Scott could only describe as fear, "Were you taking pictures of me?", you asked, hands clenching your blanket nervously, eyes glancing at the spot on the floor where Scott was.

Scott couldn't think of a response, not expecting to actually get caught, always able to leave before you even noticed that he took photos of you, let alone notice that he was actually in your house.

Scott just stayed silent, mouth opening and closing as if he was a fish out of water, completely unable to explain anything to him as he continued staring. You eventually took your eyes off of your ruler, looking at the photos surrounding your colorful ruler, they were pictures of you sleeping.

Your mind raced and your panic sank deeper, how long has he's been doing this? How many photos does he have of you, where does he keep them?

You felt tears well up in your eyes as your mind went over the past several years you've lived in Chromia. The only thing you could think of in hundred percent confidence is that you no longer felt safe staying in Chromia, that you're moving far, far away from Scott, to somewhere he won't be able to get to you.

Scott's heart shattered, upset at the idea that his doll, his sweetie, was upset with him, that he was the reason why he was in tears. Scott quickly got off the floor, intent on comforting you, at least before he heard a loud 'Get away from me!', causing him to flinch away from you.

Scott stepped back, his chest feeling tight and uncomfortable. He quickly turns around, making your way towards your room door in an effort to leave. Such an effort that he didn't realize that he left his camera and photos behind and that he still had your shirt in his hands.

With your front door closing behind him, Scott spread his wings and flew towards his home, not caring about who saw him as he hurriedly flapped his wings. Embarrassment and nervousness flooded his senses as his mind raced with everything that happened this morning.

Scott's never gonna get over this one, not ever.

[devouredher]

kiillmeromantically​:

it had been so incredibly reliving when she realized what he wanted from her. genesis had been so utterly prepared to keep up the act she always did around family. yet fitz had allowed her to embrace who she truly was meant to be. never had she thought that she was meant to belong to her grandfather but every single day she spent with him proved that. he had become the center of her world and all she cared about was making him happy. none of her other plans from before mattered since she knew he would take care of her,” i can’t-i can’t wait,” she breathed, knowing it meant that he would fill her up over and over with his cum. shivers went up her spine as his tongue dragged along her neck,” i’m not their little girl anymore,” she corrected, whimpering,” i’m your little girl daddy.” it didn’t matter to her if she never saw her parents again, let alone anyone else. not when she knew she had fitz who would keep her happy. from the look in his eyes she knew that he was utterly serious,” our little family,” she repeated, her eyes lit up with happiness at the prospect of it,” yes-yes!” it felt like it was just ingrained in her, beginning to bounce up and down on his cock. her eyes were watering from relief as she moaned helplessly,” love your cock,” she choked out,” so full!” her hands went to rest against the chair and she moaned loudly as she imagined how her body would change once he did get her pregnant,” you won’t be able to stop touching them,” she said with a grin though her head fell back as he began to thrust up,” grandpa, pl-please,” she begged,” my pussy, please! want you in both-both holes.” she knew she had the plug in but she wanted his fingers since his cock was buried in her ass. 

he had done a good job of supplying believable excuses to her parents as to why she hadn’t been able to talk to them since visiting him in the beginning of the summer. told them a tale about some boy she became infatuated with. fitzgerald had been quick on his feet about his lies. knew he had to plant the seeds of worry for their daughter in order to swoop in as the caring grandfather who only wanted the best for his girl at the end. every other day they would call, hoping to talk to genesis. each time he would tell them she was out again. her mother was becoming furious at fitzgerald for letting her have such freedom. he argued she was young, she needed to let loose or else they would start to resent them. when really, he had genesis tucked inside his bed. spent from the day full of fucking they had. with genesis, it had been easy to make her believe that her parents were too busy with their jobs to call her. told her that they had texted about how she was doing once before trusting fitzgerald to take care of their daughter for the time being. it was the perfect plan to start that doubt in her mind that no one cared about her. only her grandpa. “that’s right baby.” he coed, feeling proud at her for finally knowing her new role. who she belonged to. “you’re my little girl now.” his hand that was once covered her heavy breast slid down in between her legs. he felt his cock pulsing around the tightness that surrounded him. her ass gripped him, eager to milk more of his dick to replace the cum that had been previously plugged inside her. “you look so good like this, baby. fucking yourself like a good little girl on grandpa’s cock.” his breathing was starting to heavy as his thrusts began to increase in speed. meeting her every drop to his cock. “yeah? you’re just a desperate little slut for me, aren’t you?” two fingers delve inside her dripping wet cunt before adding a third. “look at this drooling pussy.. it’s so eager to be pumped full of my cum again.” his digits were moving in a furiously fast pace. curving them so it hit her in her sweet spot. the sound of the skin slapping against each other was the only thing that he could hear.

[writingbymoonlight]

sushi

ft.: timeskip kuroo x reader

word count: ~860 words

a/n: written for the lovely @taintedsorrcw's too much to dream collab! thank you for letting me to participate milo <3

“He hates me.”

“He does not hate you. You’re exaggerating again.”

“I am not! Look at him!”

You momentarily stop arranging the plates and utensils on the circular dining table and give your boyfriend a pointed look. Kuroo stands behind the kitchen counter, where a mountain of take-out containers temporarily resides, with an accusatory finger pointing towards the living room. You know that he’s going to continue ranting and rambling throughout the entirety of dinner about this, so you sigh and decide to humour him.

You turn your focus to the living room, where your newly adopted black kitten lays perched upon the worn-out sofa. The second your gaze lands on the ball of fluff, the kitten lifts his head and looks at you with his bright, round eyes before releasing a quiet “mew”. 

“He’s so cute,” you giggle.

“Yeah, sure he’s cute, but this proves my point! He likes you more than me! He always pays attention when you’re looking at him! He’s always ignoring me!” the dark-haired man proclaims, as if this one instance is damning proof that your cat has some sort of deep-seated grudge against him. And while you think Kuroo is being a tad dramatic about the whole situation, you know there is a hint of truth in his words. 

Several weeks ago, one of your co-workers told you that her cat had a litter of kittens and asked if you were interested in adopting one. You brought the subject up to Kuroo and, after discussing it, you two agreed that raising a cat together in your shared apartment would be an exciting step to take in your relationship.

The kitten (which you have yet to name) had quickly become fond of you, habitually trailing after you and curling up on your lap. 

Meanwhile, the kitten continuously disregards Kuroo. There were even times when, the minute Kuroo stepped into a room that the kitten was in, the feline immediately retreated to another corner of the apartment. 

“Don’t worry, he’ll eventually warm up to you,” you assure the JVA employee as you resume setting the table.

“I don’t think Mr. Grumpypants will ever warm up to me,” you hear him mumble under his breath.

“Tetsu, we are not naming our cat ‘Mr. Grumpypants’! I absolutely refuse!”

Kuroo doesn’t refute your exclamation and, instead, just rolls his eyes at you as he sets the food that he picked from your favorite hole-in-the-wall restaurant onto the table. Ever since you and the former middle blocker moved in together, you had developed the tradition of ordering food from local restaurants every Friday then cuddling up on the couch to watch a variety of movies afterwards. And you were especially delighted with tonight’s dinner because you and Kuroo ordered sushi, something that you hadn’t eaten in weeks. 

With the mouth-watering meal in front of you, you and your boyfriend take your seats beneath the dim dining room table’s lights and pile food onto your respective plates. As you start hungrily digging in, Kuroo commences recounting to you how his day at work went, upcoming events the JVA is planning, gossip about the players, etc.

In the middle of a story involving the shenanigans of the MSBY Black Jackals, Kuroo abruptly stops speaking and looks down at his feet. Curious, you tilt your head to see what’s captured his attention: your kitten is laying next to his chair, staring at your boyfriend with wide eyes. The kitten’s gaze subtly shifts from Kuroo's face to the piece of sake nigiri that he is holding between his chopsticks, and realization dawns at you.

“Aww, poor thing wants your sushi.”

“You can’t eat this, buddy,” Kuroo coos to the cat. “It’ll probably make you sick.” 

The kitten lets out another small “mew” in response and nudges a miniscule paw against Kuroo’s calf.

Without a word, Kuroo heads to the kitchen, grabs a grey food bowl and fills it with some cat food then adds a little spoonful of tuna that you purchased specifically for your kitten a few days ago. He then returns to the table and sets the bowl on the ground beside his chair, where the kitten has remained, not having moved even a centimeter. Once his treat is before him, the tiny feline doesn’t hesitate in devouring it, as Kuroo observes with a satisfied grin on face.

Watching the scene unfold, a tender smile forms onto your lips and you teasingly remark, “Looks like the two of you are getting along now.”

“Shut up,” Kuroo quips back, although a huge smile is now gracing his handsome face.

After this particular Friday, Kuroo begins looking forward to your Friday tradition even more. He looks forward to sharing a delicious meal with you as your kitten (which you eventually resolve to name “Sushi”) eats his own dish on the floor between you. He looks forward to watching a movie with you, his arms wrapped around your frame, while Sushi takes a nap beside his feet. 

Can anyone really blame Kuroo for looking forward to his peaceful nights-in with his two favorite beings in the entire world, though?

[4dtk]

hi i would love to if you could write a story with jaehyun where he gives y/n a massage and then fucks y/n

long. enjoy, 1.8k baby. dont think i'll give this one a name either LOL

warnings: fingering, doggy, reverse cowgirl, breeding kink

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI!

“hey. how was work?” you were often the culprit of jaehyun’s questions when your foot first lands in your apartment, toeing off your shoes with ease as he welcomes you with a peck to your cheek. he holds your waist loosely while you massage your ankles and toes, glad for a breath of fresh air even if they were hidden behind socks.

jaehyun drags you into the living room before you can speak, manspreading like he’s done it a hundred time before and pats his thighs. it makes you smile and raise an eyebrow. settling in front of him felt good, although he yanks you back onto his chest a little enthusiastically than usual that you let out a squeal. you just pass it off that he’s happy to see you after a day of doing nothing.

in a way, he has done it a hundred times. it was routine at this point, where you’d just sit against his back and lay against him, sometimes tilting your head back to admire his side profile. you’d talk about co-workers, your lunch, your overbearing tasks, all while jaehyun gently massages your sides with alternating hands, always sure to apply a fair amount of pressure to ease out your nerves.

he laughs into your neck at your reaction, but other than that, he remains quiet as you start on your rant, gesturing widely to this one annoying colleague that’s been getting on your nerves for the past few weeks. always talking over you for the tasks assigned to you, dropping badly-timed statements that definitely could be defined as a backhanded compliment; you could go on and on about the co-worker that you don’t notice jaehyun’s hands retreating from your waist to push you away from his body, travelling up your back instead.

they slowly feel up your back like an experienced masseuse, testing the waters with his thumb in a particularly deep dig in between your shoulder blades. it makes you gasp, the rant about how the same co-worker had accidentally interrupted by your sound of surprise. it’s the exhale of breath, however, that resembled something dangerously close to a whimper and you hope to god that jaehyun doesn’t hear it.

“you gotta relax for me, baby,” jaehyun grunts, continuing to sort out the kinks and aches in your back, no doubt brought about by your bad posture. at least if you were working from home, jaehyun would be able to provide you with hourly reminders to stretch out your back. ah, well, this would have to suffice.

jaehyun was talented with his hands, portraying his efficiency in relaxing the tension in your back with how intimately they moved from one area to another. another crack resonates throughout the room, making you moan out at the released tightness.

jaehyun loses his grip on sanity each time his knuckle, thumbs, fingers meet every inch of your back, eliciting countless other sounds that went south with how lewd they sounded. when you whimper again, he sighs with a little praise of good girl, breath tickling your ear lightly that it causes you to giggle. you’re at ease now, leaning back before he seemingly massages out the last ache in your back.

“you’re a bothersome little minx, aren’t you?” the other smirks against your neck, another giggle escaping your lips when you feel his hand prying your thighs apart. “well, thank fucking god you wore a skirt today.”

jaehyun’s smirk stretches into a grin when he feels how there’s a wet patch on your underwear from the suggestive session where you could feel his hardening erection against your bum. it played out like a bad sex scene from a movie, but you couldn’t complain when you were the stars of the show, able to feeling jaehyun’s fingers on your hips, on your thighs. he drags a finger to your centre painfully slow that you thrash gently against his hold, but it only makes him reinforce the secure arm he has around you. “patience, angel.”

“sorry, hun, but your massages are always so good. i still wonder why we didn’t do this earlier.”

“then… let’s change up our tradition a little, huh?” he purrs, panties already to the side before jaehyun slips a sneaky finger in. your hole sucks him in so easily that a groan is heard, possibly from the both of you. you’re not even sure any more, body overtaken by pleasure as he adds a second finger. you’re so wet that it’s no trouble for the man, who marvels over your shoulder at how good you’re taking his digits.

“haah… j-jae…” he chuckles against your shoulder, eyes never leaving how he’s pumping his fingers into you. they stretch you out so good and you can barely manage words, reduced to nothing but breathy moans and whines while he fucks you open. you mewl on a sudden hard thrust where his fingers are so deep that it’s up to his knuckle. he laughs again.

“you’re doing so good, baby,” jaehyun murmurs, “but i don’t think i can hold it in any longer.” the emptiness you feel when he removes his fingers was criminal, but you can’t complain when you’d be getting his cock in a second or two, already eyeing the bulge that showed itself through his sweatpants. your mouth drops open when he pulls it down in one swift pull, not so much for his length but more of the fact that he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“of course you aren’t wearing boxers. you’ve been planning this, haven’t you?”

“caught red-handed. a smart one, aren’t you?” jaehyun speaks through pants while he lubes up his cock with his pre-cum, boring holes into your eyes with his with a lazy smirk. he doesn’t miss the way you’re rubbing circles onto your neglected cunt. “guess i’d just have to fuck the smart out of you.”

he uses his strength to turn you over, smushing your face into the cushions below you before he eases himself into you, groaning at how fast you clench around him. jaehyun can forgive you for that, since he’s left you on edge with a gaping hole that showed how good his fingers could stretch you out. he reaches a hand over to push your hand from your clit gently while he lets you get used to his thick length resting into you and he swears he feels you clench again when his fingers play with your bundle of nerves.

“let me take care of you tonight. leave it to me.” jaehyun snaps his hips against your ass, propelling you forward just a little from the force. it draws out a slurred moan, even more when he starts his assault on your pussy, sliding in and out of you deliciously.

“mmhm uh- uh- jaeee…!” the fabric below you is stained with your drool.

jaehyun’s already sure you’d get a noise complaint filed against you tomorrow morning, but he can’t care much when the sounds falling from your lips are his favourite song, while his name is like a prayer that you recite every night. tonight just so happened to be the first, with many more sessions involving your begging for him to fuck you harder, faster, deeper. you’re so fucking desperate for his cock when you push back onto him, meeting his thrusts with your own rhythm while the cushions soak up your moans.

eyeing the tv for a second, the male has never felt so glad that he’s set the screensaver to be a boring black screen. it mimics a mirror with the exception of a few blurred visuals due to the semi-matte protector you opted for. “w-wha? jae-“ in a second, jaehyun hauls you up to rest against his chest again, the friction of your shirts uncomfortable from the sweat that manages to seep through. none of you pay much attention, rather to the black screen in front of you that shows how pliant you are for jaehyun.

thighs wide open, while your greedy cunt takes in every inch of jaehyun. it makes him cum right then and there but he holds himself bask the best that he can. “look at you, pretty girl. split open by my fat cock, whining like a good little girl.” the words drives heat up your body like electricity and your body can’t deny itself any longer, grinding down on the length that’s buried deep in you; the sight in front of you only turns you on more. jaehyun is true to his word like a gentleman, driving his dick deep into you instead of making you do the work and soon, he settles into a comfortable pace.

“j-jaehyuuun… shit..” your head finds home on his shoulders, thrown back while his hips continue to piston into you endlessly, heeding your word when you ask him to pick up the pace. “yeah? feel good, darling?” your moans and his combine with the loud, pornographic sounds coming from in between your legs, cunt dripping with arousal with every pump of his pelvis. giddily, you nod at the question, hands tightly wrapped around his arms that were holding your legs open.

“look at the screen, pretty girl.” and you do, mewling in excitement when you witness a white ring of cum at the base of his cock. “should i cum in you? would you like that, hm?” you’re rendered speechless by he fills you up to the brim with his hard thrusts, pussy fluttering around him when you think of him filling you up in another way and you nod again like a dumb little bitch.

“yes- yes yes! fuck, cum in me.” with your confirmation, it unleashes something feral in jaehyun, delivering faster thrusts that you start crying out, reaching all the corners of the small apartment. it contributes to the heat growing in the pit of your stomach, “fill me up, p-please…!” jaehyun emits a deep groan when you say the words, snapping up into you until they get sloppier and messier, thighs tired from his constant movements.

“cumming, cumming, cumming!” you announce it, pussy clenching tight around his cock as you release your juices all over it. jaehyun follows quickly after, hips stuttering before pumping you full of his cum, spurting his seed deep into your womb. the feeling has you shaking, licking your lips in a thrill when the first drop of cum oozes out of you. littering small kisses down the length of your neck, he uses his finger to stuff it back into you. “shit… we can’t waste any of it, can we?” you roll your eyes, turning your head to the side to meet his lips with a smile, silently thanking him for the destress.

-

“fucking hell, seriously?” holding a piece of paper the next morning, you faintly make out the words through the morning vision. jaehyun looks over your shoulder and lets out a loud laugh, barely escaping your poorly aimed smacks as you figure out how to sort out the noise complaint. “your pussy was just too wet, waking up the whole building-“

“jaehyun!”

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OMG I LOVE DOM H THATS INLY SOFT FOR HIS SUB BUT WHEN THEIR BRATTY HE GOES FULL DOM MODE

MELTS AND BOILS OUT OF HORNINESS

Y/N was more of cuddly and clingy tonight.

Wanting nothing but to hide herself in Harry’s chest pawing at his well-built hips with a huff through her nose to be more closer to him, all of it because of his sweet praising for her's while he took her pictures in his phone before leaving for this party he wanted her to be his date— maybe a simple companion she doesn’t know yet where they stand.

She looked too angelic in a baby pink satin slip dress for him not to smother her face in careful dotting kisses and grumbled in feign offend when she pushed him away with her small hand and giggled shyly.

“Y'gonna say no to daddy, Angel?” His daunting tut, blew her pupils into surprise and she rolled her eyes and went to swat his bicep, while her lower abdomen sparkled and tingled with excitement and delight. He likes to play all sweet and precious, but underneath that tentative and “’M putty in my Angels palm,” gooey exterior’s a wicked, mischievous little sneak and satan who likes to see her suffer, basking in the sputtery and fiddly reactions of hers.

Especially in public. Oh he loves it, when he’s intentionally grazing his warm lips against her earlobe to whisper how she’s so good for daddy, darting his tongue out to wet his lips and tease her. He liked taking her out on expensive fancy restaurants and be a filthy prat with his words without a shame making her knees knock into tables, gets her all warm and pink with his little plays like kissing her fingertips one by one and slipping them slowly into his mouth, kissing the dribbles of ice-cream from her chin and murmur hotly against her cupid bow, “Hmm. Your peach’s sweeter, moppet.” to feel her squeeze onto his hand that holds her all the time, always having a hand on the small of her back and raking it impossibly low only to get her all squirmy and bashful for him, barking out a laugh when she squeals for he slip it inside her bottoms and snapped them playfully.

He loves to rouse her and make her dip into the haziness, then has an audacity to sharpen a finger at her and grunt at her, “Behave.” When she copied his vicious actions back.

Saying this, he was back to chatting his friends and call Y/N bratty how much you want but the impulsive yearn that was bubbling in her tummy skunked over with jealousy, so she chose the better option. To infuriate and arouse him with her risky little play-tactics, in hope he might drag her away and push her into the nearest washroom and tell her to suck onto daddy’s cock— then swat her hands away harshly and fuck her little watery mouth himself.

So. When she tried to be as sly as possible pretending to drop something on the ground and then bent to have her ass, clad in silk lacies peeking for him teasingly. Harry noticeably gets a bit disgruntled, adjusting himself in trousers and shifting to yank her back to pull her against his chest with a displeased frown.

This time he didn’t tell her to behave making her pout awfully whiny up at him and getting her even more frustrated by smiling down at her as if nothing happened.

Though, the smile’s one of the sinister pressed jaw bbreakin-ly to stop him from gritting his teeth and land a hard stingy slap to her bum right infront of everyone.

Y/N stomps her feet which indeed gains his attention but he chooses to ignore it, wrapping his arm around her waist to keep her closer to his side without even sparing a glance down at her.

Alas. Y/N has waved white flags of defeat considering no-amount of teasing and battiness would break his resolve – one the many things she’s envious of him in their little escapade of naughtiness, is Harry got a hellish of self-control, no wonder that’s one of the reasons he’s her dom.

“Where y'going?” He asks through a smile that was gleamed at his childhood bestfriend and not Y/N, she gulps down the lump of bitterness down her throat–- tone high-pitched in her mumble from the unbelievable achiness between her thighs and all she wants to do’s claim him hers, with deep red bites at his sweet pulse and the front of his throat’s bump.

She has no-idea in the flying fuck, what she’s stammering about, “Ni. Ma–. . . maybe he’ll be a better dom than you.” Ouch. Harry’s veins boils with spleen and indescribable outrage, his face sculptures into a fierce indignation–- out of his realization staring down at her blankly.

For a moment though Y/N feels an immense guilt pour down her head like cold icy water, cause all he’s been to her is sweet and caring telling her how precious she’s for him and how he’s gonna make love to her once they come back home.

She tends to say rubbish in her floatiness but never she has ever doubted him and her eyes gets all swimy, hands rushing up to cradle his face not caring if there’s a gathering around them – though she retreats when he doesn’t let her and to play nice with him has become a none to never option, atleast for tonight when he sets his eyes back on his friend, Y/N’s shoulders slump and shrugs; her head perks up immediately after when he’s bidding them byes and her inners fill with excitement and anticipation to just go home.

. . .

Her panties pools with arousal when he spreads his thighs apart, patting his meaty flesh with a skewered annoyance, “On daddy’s lap, bum out,” With gleeful little nod she’s stumbling her way towards him and he’s not pawing at her hips to lay her down and shove her face into the mattress, keeping his hands to himself quite for a moment before pondering if it’s the right punishment seeing how her panties are already twisted, she shrinks into herself at his cold demeanour wiggling a little to adjust.

Don’t get her wrong. She loves having him gentle and sweet and tentative, pressed so tight she could feel each lull and thump of his heart. Feeling him crush her under his weight with each thrust of his’s overwhelming each of her pores with so much love for him—- sometimes she imagines him to be rough with her, when he grabs and holds and bite her to leave her sore and whiny next day. Pinning her thighs roughly and fucks into her so fast and hard and deep .. god so deep she feels him in her tummy and her pussy swallows down onto him wetly.

He bunches her dress up her spine, strokes her cheek lovingly, plucking at her waistband and touches the soft supple skin then realizes how and why they ended up here.

Her body relaxes into him, nuzzling her nose into his knee and thinks he changed his mind and is out of fumes, will now fuck her nice and warm until a very, disrupting startling swat to her bum makes her gasp and she jerks against his bicep that’s holding her place in now, “Tha’ hurt!” She whined, pouting even though he couldn’t see it because his hold’s firm on her and if it stung didn’t mean she wants to stop him – it’s sparking the tingles in her pit wanting for more.

“’S supposed to,” He grabs onto her hand that tries to reach behind and rub the sting away, “Knows why you’re gettin’ punished right?” He doesn’t wait for her short nod and gives another firm slap to her right cheek and she feels it jiggling under his calloused palm.

“Words!” He growls, she feels small and little in his lap and she’s loving it – knowing he’d immediately stop if she’d accentuate any discomfort, “Was mean. Teased daddy and ...” She mewls when he kneads her blushed skin and clucks his tongue at her, something so dominating and domineering about him in a way she wants to obey him and listen to him quite oddly now after so much wreck havoc—- her noise strangling inside herself out of embarrassment and utter shyness; that she hurt him.

“...and daddy doesn’t likes to be teased.” He says derisively, blunt nails scratching her thighs to raise goosebumps on her skin.

“Ought to teach ya a lesson, didn’t I? You’d be still a filthy brat if it wouldn’t hurt.” He slithers his long fingers under her chin and grabs it, makes her look up at him– giving a light slap to her parted lips when she refuses to look him in eyes.

She's puckering her spit coated lips to suck his digits in her mouth and shallow her cheeks around them, grousing when he removes them out of her reach and she melts into his palm when he gives her two more spanks one after another between her asscheeks quick and hard and rolls his thumb painfully closer to where her little hole is clenching.

Might, in other cases, he'd have cooed at her and caressed her bottom, murmuring, “Such a soft little thing,” and “Moppet y'did so good for daddy,”

“Turn over.” He elevates her with his knee, rocking her on his bulge teasingly and loops his arm around her waist to finally help her up.

The sea foam glazed eyes peering down at her with such intensity makes Y/N chase for his lips eagerly and she cries out when he backs away, “Daddy no ...” Her complain is dropping to a low whimper as Harry strokes his thumb over her bottom pouty lip, creaming her panties and pricking the balloon of exhilaration in her tummy -- she’s a bit upset he hasn’t called her pet names at all and he still thinks she’s bad and hasn’t learned her lesson.

She did! She’s good!

“Maybe if you weren’t so mean,” He cups her bum, breath hitching for a moment when she hisses, lifts her up and glides her panties down, “I would’ve eat your cute pussy out earlier.” He utters, nose burrowing in her neck when she tries to get rid of the panties to be good for him, “Perhaps only really good girls gets their peach eaten . . ‘cos they really deserve it, dunno?”

Her head bows against his chest, feeling unexpectedly too small and disheartened as she murmurs kittenishly clutching his sides and blinking up at him in desperation with glossy lashes, “’M good daddy. Aren’t I?” He let a small smile tick his dimples which went unnoticed by her, of how much haziness and subbiness she has gone under.

He sponges his lips to her collarbones, a whimper scrapes from her throat from where her hands are pressed to the seam of his slacks, while he leans back undoing his buttons.

His cock twitches and akin to it his face warm pink and happy at the noises she creates once he’s out and he grasps her wrists and tugs her forward, “I’m your good girl.” She takes a huge weepy sigh leaning herself to get his cock inside her without seeming bad— because she wants to be good and she’s needy and achy at the same time.

“Your sore and stingy bum would say otherwise, Bunny.” He grins, and a groan rattles in his chest when he swipes his fingers up her folds to inspect her and she’s dripping thickly.

“Fuck. Sucha tight pretty hole f'me.” He murmurs. Helps himself ease inside wet, tight hole and holds himself from making both of them flop back into sheets when she fits around him velvety and snug, his balls pressed to her bum.

She goes to loop her elbows around his neck to smush herself into him and to muffle any inhumane noises she’ll create-- too afraid she’d sob out for being in such a vulnerable state, rather, he hooks his fingers around her wrists securely and holds them behind her spine.

“Bounce on my cock, Bunny.” He orders and she mewls, realizing he isn’t done with her and knows she tires herself too early whilst ridding him and ends up grouching and huffing.

She complies. Feeling herself stuffier and stuffier, she soaks his cock utterly slick with each of his throb inside her and she always loves how he gets more stiff once inside her like it’s the best place he wants to be in and she gazes with hooded eyes to where she has created the slide for him easier, as her pussy squelches around him with his each buck and rough thrust.

“Aah! Ah!” She cries, nibbling onto the fading love-mark on his neck when he slips his hand between their bodies to roll her clit, “Yes, yes. Right there daddy!” He tips her chin to wrap his mouth around her swollen bitten lip and suckles on it murmuring.

“Here yeah? Is daddy’s cock nice and big, hitting your spot good, fuckin’ my baby’s spots good.”

She pouts up at him, chest heaving from all her work and he brushes her hair behind, “Apologise fo’ being naughty and you might get to cum,” She wastes no time, body stretching in arched bow with his slam of hips into her.

“I’m sorry, for being naughty and misbehaving!” She blubbers slumping onto his chest.

He pats her bum, groping it to help her fuck her cunt down his heavy prick and he whispers gutturally in her ear, “Keep going bunny. I could feel ye' pussy squeezin' me s'bloody tight.” He fucks her sloppily circling her sensitive nub twice, thrice until she’s gushing all over him in a heavenly manner thrashing in his arms and not able to screw down any moans and noises.

His own orgasm follows her. Pouring her hole with a heavy cum-load and his grip from around her wrists loosens up, falling on his sides and crinkling the sheets while he stuffs his nose into her shoulder hill thighs jerking under her.

They stay, like that for some seconds, covered in sheen and possibly eachother’s sweat— his recovery was too livid he didn’t heard soft sniffles against his cheek and his chest immediately suffocates up when he draws Y/N away to be met by her glassy drunk pink eyes, lower lip wobbling awfully sad.

“Daddy I’m sorry, I’m bad, I’m so sorry daddy —...” Her jumbled apologies gets lost into her violent sob that knocks her chest and she gasps, bursting wide pupils locked to Harry’s panicked ones and he quickly cradles her face shaking his head furiously, “No baby. You’re my good girl, me best girl.” His tone honest and loving and adoring.

“No! I hurt you ....” She trembles, hiding her face into her elbow and Harry pulls it away, he moulds both of his palms against her teary warm cheeks and lulls her face with all of the endearment he holds for her in his heart.

“I didn’t mean it daddy, promise.” She sulks, fear swimming in her eyes shattering Harry’s heart into infinite pieces and he scolds himself for it, terrified he went too harsh with her, “I know bunny. I know."

“Now come back to me, Angel. Harry misses you. Wanna have me Angel bac—...” Her babbling takes over his coaxing and she hiccups, head a mess of vivid thoughts and doubts, “I got jealous, don’t like it when you look at your friends the same way y'do to me,” He wasn’t. He could never see someone in the same light and same affection and adoration he sees his lovie, since, she was gone under the foam of dizziness too much and neglected of his attention it seemed like that to her and Harry’s beating himself for making her feel like it.

“I...I know, shouldn’t. ‘M sorry, but I love you so much daddy . . .” More tears springs and falls from her eyes. Her crying confession leaves Harry appalled and shocked, butterflies swarming in his tummy and his hands stays limp on her side before he ponders that’d make her over-think he doesn’t wants to touch her so he instantly rubs his hands up and down her arms, mouth guppies many time to stutter out something.

They hadn’t exchanged ‘I love yous' yet. He knew they’d. He wanted it be when they’d be all cuddled and he’s pecking her all where and making love to her, not when she barely knows about her presence and is too floaty to have her feet on ground.

“I love you too. I love you too, so much baby, fuck.” He presses his forehead to hers, nosing her softly and gently and then smashes his lips against hers in a deep humming kiss instead of answering when she blinks up at him startled asking, “You do,” So innocently that Harry had to kiss his love and feel the taste of sex on her mouth and suckle on her tongue to drive her mind away from deprecating herself.

“Wanna have my Angel, back. Please? Pretty please?”

“No more mad?”

“Could never be, you my baby.”

“Can I keep you inside me for sometime? I’ll be good.” She murmurs sleepily, Harry wraps his arms around her and snuggles her into his chest, “My cock’s all yours pretty girl.” He soothes her back. Waiting patiently for her breathing pattern to go back to normal.

“Thank you.” Her voice sobering up, cracking the cocoon of fog where his Y/N rests and the moment she’d be out, he’s gonna kiss her love for him out of her lips.

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Million Dollar Man | chapter two

18+

summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Content warnings: sugar daddy!spencer, age gaps (14 years), daddy kink, blow jobs, kissing, drinking mention, lowkey perv!Spencer, cum play, praise, oral (female receiving), grinding, love confessions, arrangements, Spencers anxiety, (more to add)

word count: 3.4K

a/n: updates on Wednesdays and saturdays at 2 pm est

Chapter Two | Masterlist

She sat on the subway with an anxious pit in her stomach and her purse held close to her chest. Her laptop in her bag, she didn’t want to lose it on her way to the most important meeting of her whole life.

Her story was becoming a book, she was almost done the final draft, they were making touch-ups to the cover and picking the type of paper today.

Her dreams were coming true within the next month, soon she’d have a physical copy of her book, her pre-sales were showing that she’d be on the bestseller list, and her name was finally going to be on the cover of this one.

She sighed and reached for her necklace, holding it between her fingers as she took a few deep breaths. She was doing so much better today than she was last year and it was all because of Spencer, he was the best thing to happen to her. To think she complimented his sweater vest and now he’s the only person in her life she can count on.

All she can think about is him for the rest of her journey, through 4 more stops she keeps her eyes closed as she thinks of all his little facts and his cute laugh. She smiles to herself and the anxiety slips away, she loves him and she knows that for sure, but she just doesn’t know how she loves him.

She’s never had a sibling, her best friends are all women, her previous boyfriends were all shit and her other sugar daddies were never this wonderful, and her parents are lesbians… she doesn’t know what her feelings really are for Spencer, mainly because she’s never known any other men to compare him to.

But she does know the exact moment she realized she fell for him.

He booked a hotel room in DC after a local case, asking her to meet him in there at 10 pm. She was waiting in the bathtub when he arrived, bubbles galore, her hair up and arms open, “welcome home, honey.”

He laughs, “you want me to get in there with you?”

She just nods, “let me take care of you, daddy?”

He takes off his blazer, pulls his tie off and starts to unbutton his shirt. She watches patiently as he gets undressed, and it’s not sexual to her. He’s her person, her best friend, the only human being she would ever share a moment like this with and that’s when it hits her.

She doesn’t accept it just yet.

It’s not until he’s lying on her chest, between her legs, cheek resting on her boobs as she runs a sponge over his back while he gives her a little run down on his terrible week. His co-worker almost died, his mom is stressing him out, the only good thing he has left is her and she knows that.

“And then I get to my moms facility and she’s had a really good day, she knows me and she knows all of my childhood again and she’s all right there in front of me and yet she’s so far away. I’m never going to get all the time I want with her and it’s really hard to accept.”

He shares things with her that he doesn’t even tell his therapist. Because his therapist doesn’t hold him like a child against her chest and tell him he’s okay when he get’s upset.

Y/N loves him, so she kisses his forehead, “I’m so sorry, I have 2 moms if you’d like to have one?”

“It’s okay, I would love to meet them sometime though,” he wraps his arms around her waist a little tighter under the water. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Did I mention my leg is 44 inches from hip to toe?” She asks in the middle of the silence, quoting pretty woman, knowing he hasn’t seen that far into the movie yet. “So basically we’re talking about 88 inches of therapy for the bargain price of $800 dollars a week.”

Her legs wrap around him and their naked bodies are closer than they’ve ever been and yet it’s completely platonic, “I’d spend a million dollars on you if it always meant feeling this good after.”

She runs her cheek along his wet hair as he snuggles into her neck, “mmm, I like the sound of that,” she teased. “My million dollar man.”

Her stop rolls around and she pulls herself out of her day dreams to get off the train and head to her meeting. She smiles as she walks through the station, up the stairs and onto the busy downtown streets when she gets a text with Spencers special chime. She opens it when she gets to where she’s going, safely inside and in the waiting room.

It makes her laugh in the waiting room. People look at her but she doesn’t care, he’s so special to her she feels butterflies in her stomach even when he’s not around.

“Y/N!” She hears her name being called by her editor, he’s over ecstatic as he comes running out to get her. “Come, come we have so many choices to make!” He jumps up and down as he holds her arm, like a child in a candy store.

“Andy, chill man,” she laughs at him and plays it cool, “It’s just the cover being finalized.”

“It’s our baby!” He teases back, pushing his glasses up and tugging her behind the glass doors of the office.

She’s surrounded by people and paper and huge versions of her book cover. She has a sharpie as she fixed mistakes and jots down final ideas. “And I wan’t Phil to look more human and less like data from Star Trek?”

“But Dorothy looks okay?” The artist asks, nervously and Y/N can tell.

“She looks beautiful! You really brought her justice,” she smiles, “really she looks the same in my head! It’s just Phil and I’m sure it’s tough getting a drawing to look like a robotic human, let alone human.”

“I have some ideas?” She opens up more, taking her iPad out and sliding it across the table, “I wanted to give him more of a Sophia feel? His face is silicone but his joints and everything are more like an Elon Musk crash dummy.”

“That’s perfect!” She’s shocked, “why didn’t that go in the first draft?”

“I was worried it was too much,” she’s a little older than Y/N, and yet her anxiety is that of a teenage girl. “I’m going to get working on the final, do you want some emailed versions tonight?”

“Yes please,” she smiles.

“So we’re done?” Andy asks, “we’ve made all our final calls?”

“I believe we have,” Y/N closes her laptop and takes her phone out, taking a photo of the final rough sketch of her book cover on the table to send to Spencer before he comes to pick her up. She can’t wait to see him now.

—

They’re sitting side by side in matching spa robes, he’s getting a pedicure while she gets her nails done. Leaning back in her chair with a face mask and cucumbers on her eyes, she’s never felt more relaxed in her life. And just in time too, her back was killing her from writing, her knuckles hurt and she just needed a break.

Spencer did too, he was genuinely not having a good time at work anymore, every case made him spiral and he always looked to Y/N on days like that. They met more than once a week now, she got $800 every Friday and she didn’t even really need it anymore. He was coving for so much of her bills and lively hood that her savings account was growing and growing because of him.

For the first time in her life she thought she would be okay if a man left her. As terrible as it was, as much as her moms tried to raise her differently, she fell down the daddy issues rabbit hole and she’s never going to find her way out— however, luckily for her, Spencer is down here too, and he brought a flashlight.

He understands her, more than anyone else on earth. He knows all her secrets, every crush and bad grade and snide remark she’s ever kept to herself. He didn’t judge her, he could actually listen to her issues and tell her why she had them. He gave better advice than a therapist and he was able to get information for her if he didn’t know the answer to what she was going through.

He’s absolutely everything to her and yet he’s 14 years older than her, he’s still traumatized beyond belief, he’s sad and ashamed and recovering… but he’s the best man in the whole world and she wishes he could see that. If he just looked at himself from her eyes, if he felt how she did in her soul when they were together, he’d love himself.

They’re too relaxed to drive home, and Spencer knew that would happen beforehand, bringing her a change of clothes (lingerie) and that robe me mentioned. He books a hotel above the spa and takes her to it. Arms linked as they enter the suite, she’s amazed to find more than one gift bag on the bed.

“How many gifts is this now?”

“We’re at 5 out of 24.”

She laughs as she wraps her arms around him in a thank you hug, “this is what you consider 4 gifts? Spencer there are like 8 things on the bed, let alone the massage and manicure?”

“If you think this is too much I guess you’re going to get really mad next week,” he teases as she looks up at him with a surprised look on her face.

“Spencer, I am so busy next week, I cannot be galavanting around with my sugar daddy,” she tries to act like she doesn’t want to go on an adventure with him again.

The last trip they took was the best week of her life. They went to all the historical sites in the UK that she and Spencer had talked about. Mainly old churches and castles, strange poets graves, random art and most importantly; stone henge. It was a trip of a lifetime and he took it with her.

“I watched the rest of Pretty Woman the other day,” he smiles, “and I thought I’d pull an Edward Lewis and really surprise you because you deserve it.”

“You know how the movie ends, right?” Her heart beats really fast in her chest and she wants him to love her so bad but it’s also terrifying now that she’s this close.

“He lets her choose,” he whispers.

“He rescues her,” she corrects him.

“And she rescues him right back,” he really did watch the end of the movie.

It makes her heart skip a beat as she swallows sharply, “what does this mean for us?”

“I have a whole plan, a whole sequence of events I want to stick to. I wanted to make you fall in love with me this week and ask you on your birthday, can we still do that?” He pleads with her, he’s so serious. He’s clearly put a lot of effort into this.

“Absolutely,” she smiles, “but if you’re going to make me wait that long for you to ask, you still can’t kiss me till then. No matter how much I already love you.”

“Really?” He’s so soft with her, she knows he’s not reacting to the teasing. He’s never had someone tell him they love him and then stay after.

“I would never lie to you about that, spence. I know what love means to you, I know how scared you are and I’m scared too. But I know there is no one else in the whole world I’d rather be scared with than you,” she holds him tighter and rubs her nose against his, “so what’s in the bags, daddy? Finish your surprise.”

She plays along perfectly, stepping back and hauling him towards the bed. “I got you some outfits and things for the next 2 weeks, we have a few things planned. We’re going on a flight soon, I have new luggage being delivered to your apartment this week and we’re going to see your moms for 3 days.”

“No,” she shakes her head, “there’s no way, Spencer, I haven’t seen them in 5 years, I’m going to cry.”

“I know,” he cups her jaw with his hand. “They’re really excited to see you.”

She hugs him tight, kissing his neck as she holds him. “Thank you, daddy, do you want me to put something on for you now?”

“I’m just going to take it off you, plus, what your wearing is sexy enough, he whispers back. “You’re always so beautiful, baby.”

“I thought you were saving the best for last?” She asks as she pulls back, overly eager and he can tell.

“I want to repay the favour from the other night.”

She doesn’t mean to gasp and yet she does, “please?”

He pulls on the tie of her robe, opening it enough to snake a hand behind her back and draw her in with a hand on her bare back. “Please what?”

“Please, daddy?” She looks up with her best begging eyes, perfect pout and all. “I want you to touch me, I promise I’ll be a good girl.”

He steps away from her to swipe all the bags off the bed before picking her up and laying her back against the pillows. He kisses down her body, hand on her lover back as she arches, he drags his bottom lip from her belly button to her cleavage. Nipping and sucking at the exposed skin on her chest, pulling her breasts out of the bra to suck on her nipples, she moans and it’s louder than she expected.

As she plays with his hair, he marks her, bruising small little love bites all the way down as he makes his way between her legs, “take me, please?”

He’s been dreaming of this for so long, he can’t even give you an accurate number of times his mind has drifted to the thought of how wonderful she would taste, how beautiful she’d sound…

“Tell me how badly you want me?” He asks as he spreads her legs and kisses her left thigh.

“I haven’t had sex in 10 months while waiting for you. Daddy, please you’ve owned me for so long, just take what’s yours already for gods sa- OH!”

With a broad lick, his tongue flattens against her core and it shuts her up. She gets what she wants, holding into his hair as she tosses her head back, taking it all in and enjoying it. He’s been on her mind for months, every time her vibrator was where he is now, she thought of him. he’s been the man of her dreams longer than she’s known him, and he was proving it.

“Right there, daddy,” she speaks through shallow breaths, “do you know how much I’ve thought of this?”

“You know I don’t,” the vibrations of his voice against her skin are glorious, he looks up at her through his lashes as his tongue flicks over her clit and she shakes a bit.

“Fuck,” she gasps, gripping his hair tighter, “better than I thought you’d be, fuck, too bad you— Jesus, don’t have the stash anymore…”

He stops and looks up at her, the smirk on his face glistening with her juices, “the stash?”

She nods, “I’ve thought about calling it the pussy tickler,” she teases, running her hand down his cheek and swiping her thumb across his bottom lip before bringing it up to her mouth to taste, “I want more of you.”

He kisses back up her body and she reaches for his robe the second he’s close enough. “Just grind against me? I know you’re waiting but we can still feel good together?”

He kisses the side of her mouth and she takes that as a yes, wrapping her legs around him so his hard cock is pressed right against her core as they move their hips in synchronicity with each other. His breathing is heavy as he kisses her cheek and jaw, her nails scratch down his back, he feels absolutely amazing against her.

She feels so empty, she wants him so bad she’s clenching around nothing as she squirms against his cock and wishes she was full.

“I wish I could move time,” she whispers. “Fuck, why can’t it be my birthday?”

He laughs against her, grazing his teeth over her neck and drawing another moan from her but then he stops moving his hips, “why are you so impatient?”

“Remember I said I stopped enjoying everything? Well, taking a 10 month break from sex and thinking about you every time I got off has made me desperate,” her hand cups his cheek, “I’d wait forever for you, but a girl needs to be fucked hard every once in a while.”

Only she could find a way to make something both profoundly beautiful and whorish at the same time, he loved her for it and she knew that now. He smiles and leaned in to rub his nose against hers and it takes everything in her not to kiss him. The same way it was taking everything in him not to slip into her as he began to grind against her once more.

She’s so close, the accidental edging has added a whole new level of desperation she’s never felt before. She wants to cum for him so bad, but more importantly she wants him to cum for her.

“Take my bra off,” she whispers, Spencer’s hands travel behind her back to unclasp it and he helps her out of it before tossing it to the floor.

“Cum for me daddy,” she whispers in his head with a hand in his hair, gripping him tightly as he bites at her neck, “cover me with your cum like you’re marking your territory.”

“Shit,” his hips sputter against hers.

“Say it, I know you want to,” she teases, so close to the edge but it’s too good of an opportunity. She loves seeing him fall apart like this and she can’t wait to see it again. “Who’s am I?”

“Daddy’s girl.”

He grinds down on her harder and faster and she’s so close, the bubble in her gut is reaching a fever pitch and with a gasp, she’s cumming and then she feels it. His load covers her stomach as he pants against her neck and grips her hips tighter as he comes down.

She wraps her arms around him and holds him as close as humanly possible, her breathing still heavy as he rises and falls on her chest. He’s heavy but she doesn’t care, she just kisses the top of his head and thanks him.

He brushes his nose against her neck, nuzzling her like a cat, “do you really mean it?”

“What, honey?” He remembers so much, this could be a question about something she said 2 months or 2 minutes ago and she has no clue.

“You’re not just playing along with my kinks right, you genuinely want to be mine?”

For being her million dollar man, his heart sure was broke. This is why he wasn’t ready, he still didn’t understand why she would want to stay without anything in return, he’s gotten so used to paying her for her time now that his anxiety has managed to convince him that she’ll leave when he stops being worth it to her.

“What does my necklace say?” She asks, knowing how close he was to it. “Read it to me, I forget.”

“Daddy’s girl,” he smiles again.

She soothes her hands over his back, “I would do anything with you because I love and trust you, but also because everything you do is sexy… you could read me the dictionary and I’d still want you to pump me full of cum after.”

“It sounds so crude after,” he laughs, “speaking of, we really need to have a shower.”

“I’ll wash your back if you wash mine?” She teases as he gets up.

“Only if you let me wash the front too?”

She smacks his bare ass and races him into the bathroom, turning on the water and getting in with him while still laughing and carrying on. He’s her best friend in the whole world, there’s no one else she would rather do this with… there was no one she has done this with. No one has made her feel this good, before during and after sex.

Spencer Reid was an anomaly, but he was hers.

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Demon Slayer AU time!! I got really into the show this past month, and then I realized that it would be the perfect AU to put my Revan and Exile into because their trauma backstories fit so well with the world building of Demon Slayer. If you are curious for how I would put them into the show, I’ll put it below the cut (and also beware, it is a long one).

Revan/Torellia: She started out as Urokodaki’s student, and while trying to pass the Final Selection Exam, the demon that killed countless of Urokodaki’s students nearly got her too, but another one of Urokodaki’s students stood their ground and showed her the futility in their efforts when they died right in front of her. She was able to get by the rest of the exam, careful not to alert the disfigured demon to her presence, but she came out of it deeply troubled. She felt that the water breathing technique had weakened her/failed her. The water breathing style had always felt a little unnatural to her, and thus she came to the conclusion that the water breathing style was inferior to the other main breathing styles. Her feelings about the breathing styles soon started shifting her attention to other parts of the Demon Slayer corporation’s “weaknesses” (as she saw them at least), and she decided that she would fight demon slayers she saw as “unworthy” of the title, (basically demon slayers who abused their power, who saw themselves as the best, or who used the water breathing style, which yes are all very hypocritical, but that’s the point). 

Of course, the Hashiras caught word of her acting against the rules, and sent various demon slayers after her, but they were either killed (the lower ranking ones anyway) or she got away from them by burning down the path behind her with her new skill with the flame breathing technique. She stayed quiet for a little while after a close call with another much higher-ranking demon slayer, but if a demon slayer is close by, she hardly hesitates to confront them. She formed a small team of demon slayers/people who were trained, but didn’t go through with the exams/etc. who she felt were worthy and would occasionally send them off to go deal with pesky demons or demon slayers. The incidents were few and far between, and so no one really caught onto the idea that there would be a lot of them hiding out somewhere. Of course, that changed when they eventually did, around Tanjiro’s time. Revan had heard of Tanjiro and his compassion/water breathing technique/mixture of breathing techniques and found him incredibly disagreeable, so she went after him specifically. 

During their confrontation, Tanjiro manages to best her and she ends up falling backwards and hitting the back of her head. Tanjiro presumes he just killed her, especially with the pool of blood that spread out behind her on the ground, and so he freaks out because that was definitely against the rules as far as he’s concerned. The medic team arrives and takes them all to the Hashiras where they explain the situation with Revan and how they are grateful to him, even if it’s a shame. Revan’s body stays with the Hashiras for “burial” and that’s the last Tanjiro and co see of her for a long while. Of course, the story of Revan lines up here and she’s actually still alive, but she’s lost her memory (which her Nichirin sword remains plain silver until she regains her memory). The Hashiras decide that being retrained and highly supervised to fight in their name is a good enough punishment to make up for her misdeeds, and so Torellia goes on to become a decent demon slayer, of course runs into Tanjiro and co for the drama of it, where they most definitely freak out, but when she doesn’t attack and looks actually quite confused about their reactions, they decide she’s alright. After that encounter, she’s off on her own doing demon slayer stuff! And that’s what I have for her story (and believe me, I’m sure there are many plot holes, but this is for fun :D).

Zena: WAY shorter backstory, basically she was a bright pupil of a demon slayer master who taught her the thunder breathing technique, she passed the exam, and then she went on to become a demon slayer. In the midst of it, she runs into Revan, who convinces her that she should join Revan’s ranks, and she does (mainly because Revan said she would kill her otherwise). Revan saw how impressionable she was, which made her a perfect target, and thus Zena began a dark era where she went out and hunted other demon slayers. Well, one day Zena caught on to how horrible it was and decided to flee, nearly getting offed by Revan, who left her in the cold thinking she was dead. Zena of course recovered, but she decided to take a long time away from all things demon slaying related, and instead she would spend time helping others to try and recompense for her actions, though none of it felt like it was doing much. When she heard that Revan had “died”, she felt so relieved and like a part of her came back to life. She went to the Hashiras to tell them what she had done and that she wanted to become a real demon slayer this time. Although they were hesitant to allow it, they figured that they could make Zena basically babysit Torellia and make sure she doesn’t go back in her ways or remember her past basically at all. She agrees because she feels it’s only right that she really works towards repenting on her actions, and so she goes on demon slaying adventures with Torellia! And that’s basically all I have in mind for both of them :)

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A/N | This is just a little sweet fluff with Buckaroo. It’s also a late little happy birthday for @falcor-thee-luck-dragon! I hope you (and everyone else) enjoys!

Summary | You’d think Bucky wouldn’t be so oblivious but...he was. 

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.9k

Warnings | language

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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James Buchanan Barnes aka Bucky Barnes was a man of many talents and had a vast knowledge of a variety of things. Sometimes, however, things were so obvious and clear that they went right over his head. You could hit him in the face with a 2x4 and he wouldn’t know what happened oblivious. Like the fact that you, his girlfriend of almost a year, had the strange and peculiar ability to communicate with animals. You’d never hid it, nor explicitly told him about it, thinking it would be funny to see how long it would take him to catch on. 330 days (and counting) in and he hadn’t.

Bucky grabbed his phone, scrolling through his social media feeds quickly before pulling up Spotify and turning to his secret indulgence playlist - classical Italian Opera. Yeah. It was just a thing he had happened to really like for no particular reason. The only other living souls in his apartment with him were Archie, your black and white speckled mutt and Alpine, Bucky’s snow white cat. You were currently out of town for work and had asked Bucky if he minded watching Archie, to which he had of course said yes. It was no secret that Archie loved Bucky almost as much as you and vice versa - he was the goodest boy as Bucky had proclaimed. Plus, the cat and dog got along like they were old best friends. 

Trailing into the bathroom, he stripped off his t-shirt and pajama pants as Archie laid on the bed and offered him a dismissal look. Alpine was tucked into his side as she slept soundly, paying no attention to her owner. 

As he turned on the shower and let the water warm up, he finished stripping off his clothes before deciding to sing along with his music as best as he could. Bucky didn’t speak Italian. It showed. But he was passionate about giving it all as he got ready to take on the day. Archie groaned as Bucky hit a particularly high note, burying his face under the soft duvet. 

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“You ever gonna ask her the question?” Sam raised an eyebrow at Bucky as the two men walked alongside the creek. Bucky had decided that ice cream and a walk for Archie were called for, so he’d taken advantage of the nice weather and gone outside. Missing your company, despite you only having been gone for a few days, he’d called up Sam and convinced him to meet up. Not that it took much convincing; the men were as thick as thieves, no matter how much they denied it. Co-workers, partners - best friends. 

“Umm,” Bucky’s eyes widened as he almost choked on his ice cream, awkwardly coughing to cover up his nerves. Sam just snickered in response as he realized he already had his answer. After a moment he slowly nodded, “I have the ring...it’s been sitting in the sock drawer.”

“Sock drawer,” Sam snorted and shook his head as a flush of red colored Bucky’s neck and ears, “classic. When are you going to do it?”

“I don’t know,” Bucky sighed as he broke off a piece of waffle cone and handed it to Archie, who had been listening in very intently, “I want to...but what if it’s too soon. We technically don’t even live together yet-”

“Doesn’t she like to spend her time at yours? She’s practically moved in...most of the stuff at your place is hers anyway,” Sam reminded him as Bucky made a small, noncommittal sound. It was true - when you’d first met Bucky his place had been minimal and bare. Now, with your time and touch, it felt like a home; a home you had lovingly built with him. Sam bumped Bucky’s shoulder with his, “just get it all done in one swoop. She’ll say yes.”

Archie made a small sound, agreeing with Sam as he rubbed his snout against Bucky’s thigh. He visibly relaxed as he nodded, hoping that this would be enough to psych him up, “I’ll think about it-”

“No thinking about it,” Sam tutted gently, “you’re going to do it. You’ve been a fool - a straight up head over heels in love fool - since you’ve met her. You’re going to ask.”

“Sam…”

“How long have you had the ring?”

“Sam.”

“Bucky.”

“A few weeks after we started dating,” Bucky cast his glance at the ground as warmth flushed up in his cheeks. He’d expected Sam to burst out in laughter, but luckily the other man said nothing, but a smile stretched across his features, “it seems so silly but you know..I just felt like I knew.”

“Sometimes you do,” Sam agreed, putting his arm around his shoulder and pulling him for a quick hug, “you just gotta do it, Buck. She won’t say no.”

Archie barked in response, looking between the two men, wagging his tail excitedly. Sam offered him a few pets before nodding in response.

“She comes home in a few days,” he couldn’t wait to pick you up from the airport and have you jump into his arms while he finally got to hold you again, “I’ve got until then to pluck up the courage.”

“Just don’t lay it on her right away…” Sam snorted as he picked Bucky running up to you immediately pouring his heart out to you. Not a good idea, “give her a moment to be calm and breath.”

“Shut up,” Bucky huffed as he finished the rest of his ice cream, “I’ve got this!”

“We’re all counting on that!”

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Bucky set the empty popcorn bowl back on the coffee table as he tried not to sniffle too loudly. His eyes were misty and burning with unshed tears as he watched whatever cheesy romance he had randomly selected. He pulled the soft blanket he was curled up in higher, savoring the fact that it still managed to have a faint bit of your smell on it. Alpine was curled up on the back of the couch, snoozing away while Archie was laying next to him, his head resting on Bucky’s thigh. He was on and off sleeping, but had peeped open an eye when he first heard Bucky sniffle. 

“They’re in love,” he whispered gently, unsure if he was speaking to himself or talking to his furry companions. He was scratching Archie’s ears as he watched the scenes play out on the screen, “but they can’t be together. Their families would never allow it.”

Archie huffed lightly as he burrowed further into Bucky’s touch. It was the first time he’d seen the man get so emotional over the movie. Bucky had feelings, plenty of them, of course, but there was something about the movie he’d picked, combined with how much he was missing you that caused him to just lose it. It was like the dam had burst and his emotions were out of control.

He sat back and watched the rest of the movie in silence, a few tears running down his cheeks as he watched the love story play out. By the end of the movie, Archie was fully in his lap and Alpine was resting on his chest, “he left everything behind for her, so they could start a new life together far away. They really were next to meant to be together. It’s beautiful.”

The furry little ones were absolutely  going to tell you about this. 

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Archie yawned and slowly stretched before hopping down from the couch and heading towards Bucky’s bedroom. He tried to nose the door open as he learned to do, but was stopped when he found that it was closed all the way. His head tilted in curiosity and whined softly as he tried to see if Bucky was awake so he would let him in. 

As soon as he did, the dog regretted it. All he could hear coming from inside was the soft sounds coming from Bucky. Soft moans and sounds and gentle whispers of your name. His eyes widened as the dog took off down the hall and ran back into the living room, flopping down on his dog bed and cuddling up to Alpine as he tried to empty his mind. All the poor dog had wanted to do was to sleep in the big soft bed - not be scarred for life. 

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“Bucky!” as soon as you’d gotten cleared and walked through arrivals and gotten your single bag, you’d kept your eyes peeled for Bucky. It didn’t take long to find him, standing near the back, blue eyes scanning the arrivals with a hopeful little smile on his face. You almost dropped your bag as you ran over to him. As soon as you were in arm’s reach, you dropped everything to the ground, and Bucky effortlessly scooped you up in his arms. You threw your arms around his neck as he held you in a tight embrace, “James. I’ve missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” he sighed in content, happy to have you in his arms once again. Everything about you set his soul on fire, as he held onto you as tightly as possible. After a moment, he slowly set you back down, but not before peppering your face in gentle kisses, “you’re so beautiful.”

“Bucky,” you reached up and gently touched his cheek, “you’re too much. I’m so glad to be home.”

“Not quite yet.”

“Sure I am,” you insisted quietly, “I’m here with you. You’re my home, Bucky.”

The small velvet box was practically burning a hole in his pocket as you looked at him like he was everything - your whole world (he was). Unable to form a proper sentence, he  grabbed your face and pulled you close to him, crashing his lips onto yours, kissing you like you weren’t in the middle of a crowded airport. He could feel you smiling against his lips, reluctantly breaking apart from you only once you were both breathless. 

“What was that for?” you asked shyly, feeling your face flush with warmth as he picked up your bags for you. You were watching him with pure adoration as he reached for your hand and laced your fingers together. 

“Nothing,” he shrugged softly, “jus’ missed you is all, pretty girl.”

“I missed you too, Bucky,” you promised, “I love you.”

“I love you more than all the moon and stars, pretty girl.”

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“What?” you asked as Archie came into the kitchen and sat down, watching you intently as you finished up the cookies you had been working. Bucky was busy with Sam that afternoon, so you’d decided to make a little sweet treat for both of you. You’d been home for a few days and fallen into an easy routine, having opted to stay with Bucky for the time being rather than going back to your own place, “you’ve got something to say, I can tell.”

Just missed you. I like when you’re home, you and Bucky. And Alpine. 

“I missed you too, buddy,” you promised, leaning over to his head a gentle pet, “did you have fun while I was gone?”

Yes. Bucky takes good care of me. I like Alpine too. She’s nice.

“I happen to like them a lot too,” you grinned at your friend, “I’m glad you do too. I think...I really love him, Archie. I think, no, I know - he’s the one.”

He thinks so too. He told Sam you’re the one - and us too. 

“Really?” you almost dropped the cookies you were plating up in surprise as you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from squealing in excitement, “you’re not messing with me, are you?”

It’s true. He’s got...well, you’ll see. He likes romance movies apparently. And singing opera.

“Oh?”

He was watching a movie. He ate two bowls of popcorn and cried. He let me and Alpine sit on him though so it was okay. He sings opera when he showers in the morning. He’s not good but he tries.

“Archie! Don’t be a meanie,” you chuckled as you tried to picture the scene. It would have been hilarious to see. You’d always known Bucky had a soft side, you just didn’t know how soft, “but I will remember that and use it to my advantage when I want to watch a cheesy movie.”

Please do. He gives good pets when he’s in that mood. He always gives good pets.

“He’s a good man,” you grinned as you reached over the counter for a good treat that you easily tossed to him, “I really love him.”

He really loves you. One night I...never mind.

“No, no,” you shook your head as you waggled another treat at him, “out with it! Or I’ll hide all of your treats!”

Fine. But you didn’t hear it from me - I wanted to sleep in the big bed one night and the door was closed and I heard him. He was...saying your name.

Your brows narrowed in confusion for a moment as you pulled another treat out and twirled it in your fingers for a moment. Then you hit you, what he had meant, “oh. Oh. That is...good to know, I suppose.”

Not for me. I just wanted to sleep, not...hear that.

“Sorry buddy,” you snorted as you handed him another treat, “that will stay between us. Besides...he still doesn’t know we can communicate. I wonder if he’ll ever put two and two together?”

You could just tell him.

“But where’s the fun in that?” you teased as the door opened and Bucky walked in, a giant grin on his face. You looked at Archie and shot him a wink before turning to Bucky, “hello, my love. You’re just in time! Cookies are done and cooled!”

“Oh, my sweet girl,” Bucky came over and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before petting Archie, “I love you. Is someone here? I could have sworn you were talking to someone…”

“Nope,” you (half) lied, covering up with a brilliant smile, “just me and the dog and cat.”

“Oh,” he shrugged, thinking it was just his imagination, “what’s all this? Cookies -  whatever for?”

“Just because I love you,” you grinned as Archie groaned and laid down, “both of you!”

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You stopped for a moment to catch your breath as you reached one of the peaks of the small mountain you and Bucky were hiking. It was a glorious day so you’d decided there was no better plan than to get out and enjoy nature. He had no problem at any point, even offering to piggy back you when you’d grown tired; you’d just defiantly stuck your tongue out at the super soldier and carried on. 

“This view is absolutely breathtaking,” you looked over the small cliff, admiring the tranquil expanse of the woods in front of you. Bucky was at your side, his eyes on you the entire time.

“Yeah,” he agreed with a grin, “it’s pretty amazin’.”

“Bucky,” you turned around and rolled your eyes at him as he pulled you in for a kiss, causing you to break into a fit of giggles, “I’m all gross and sweaty!”

“Don’t care,” he insisted as his hands found purchase on your waist and pulled you closer against him, his lips already ghosting over yours, “jus’ want you, baby.”

“Bucky,” his name was soft on your lips, but before anything else could happen, you were stopped by a small, almost nervous little voice from up above. 

Umm, hi! I don’t want to interrupt but…

You pulled back from Bucky for a moment before looking at the tree, where you found a small squirrel sitting on a branch and watching you both. Bucky was surprised for a moment but calmed when you gave his shoulder a squeeze and gently moved past him and towards your new friend.

“Hi,” you smiled at her and offered a smile, picking up an acorn and handing it over to her, “is everything alright?”

Oh yes. I just wanted to let you know there’s a big group of people coming. If you want some privacy you should go somewhere more secluded! They’re pretty loud, I don’t like big groups.

“Oh!” you giggled as you could only imagine the awkward scenario if you’d been caught, “thanks for the heads up! We’ll definitely get out of here. I’m sorry you have to deal with all the noise.”

It’s okay. I’m going back to my nest now! If you go down the hill, there’s a more private path that leads back down the mountain. There’s signs if you need them.

“Why thank you,” you grinned as you reached up and she let you pet her, “you’ve been very helpful. Maybe one day we’ll see each other again.“

No problem. I hope so too! Thank you for the acorn!

“Anytime,” you promised as she scurried away with her new treasure. You shook your head in amusement as you turned back around to Bucky, to find him watching you with wide eyes. He wasn’t quite sure what had just happened, almost wondering if he was hallucinating. Had you just gone mad and tried to speak to a squirrel? You laughed lightly at the shocked look on his features,  “oh.”

“What was...what was that?” he asked as you rejoined him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His eyes were still scanning the branch the small squirrel had just occupied. 

“She was just warning us that there’s a group of hikers coming our way and we should find someplace more private,” you said as if it was no big deal. It didn’t help Bucky in the slightest.

“She? A warning...how….That was a squirrel!”

“I was wondering if you’d ever put two and two together,” you laughed, almost doubling over in laughter, “I...Bucky, I don’t know how or why but I can communicate with animals.”

“You can….how long?!”

“Ever since I’ve been a child?” you held up your hands in earnest, “its something I’ve always been able to do. I don’t advertise it, obviously because people generally think I’m crazy, but I would think you of all people understand. It’s just been...fun to wait and see if you’d ever figure it out.”

“All those times…” he ran a hand over his face in exasperation and disbelief as you watched him in amusement. He was a brilliant, smart man but sometimes he was so oblivious. You couldn’t love him anymore if you tried, “it wasn’t just...a one sided conversation. It all makes sense now. Wow, that’s amazing! What a wonderful thing to possess.”

“I’ve always liked it,” you agreed, “it’s different, you know? But special in its own way.”

“Wait…” he mused for a moment, “so all those times...oh. H-how much have Archie and Alpine told you? Have they always talked to you?”

“Yup,” you crossed your arms over your chest, as you watched his neck and ears turn red, “those two in particular are very animated and over the top. They’re the worst little gossip duo. Almost like you and Sammy.”

“Of course they are,” he groaned as you reached for his hand and pulled him towards. He gave you a sheepish grin as you pressed a light kiss to his knuckles, “they told you about the movie, huh?”

“Archie,” you confirmed, “but he did say you gave him the best pets.”

“Did he tell about...oh no,” this time his whole face was a brilliant crimson, “I-I…”

“Oh stop,” you teased, “I’m flattered and honored. It’s not like I don’t do the same when I’m not with you.”

“Really?” he perked up with pride as you just nodded in amusement, “well then. Wait - did he tell you about Sam?”

“He said you went on a walk with him but that was it,” you shrugged, “nothing really. I do know that he loves you and Alpine very much. And so do I, obviously.”

“Okay,” he relaxed slightly as you took his hand and started to lead him towards the more secluded path your little squirrel had told you about. The box in his pocket was once again burning a hole, “good.”

“Everything okay, Bub?” you asked as he just nodded, lips pursed as he fell into step behind you. Something was definitely off, but you weren’t going to push him on it. If anything, you knew he’d come around and speak his mind about what was going on. He usually always did. 

A silence, one neither tense nor uncomfortable, fell over the two of you as you walked down the quiet trail. It was beautiful - lush greenery and newly bloomed plants everywhere. At one point you stopped and pulled out your phone to take a few pictures of the natural beauty. Bucky had been so lost in his own thoughts, his heart practically pounding in his chest and consuming every part of him that he almost bowled into you and knocked you over. 

“James!” it was somewhere between a groan and laugh as he caught you in his arms in order to keep you from tumbling into a bunch of bushes. You were face to face with Bucky, looking at him intently as he steadied you,  “alright, something’s up. Come on - out with it. You know you can tell me anything.”

“I umm...marry me?” all the speeches he had gone over and planned wet out the window as he just stared at you with nervous eyes. You’d been so taken aback by his sudden question that you took a step back and gave him a curious expression. Bucky’s stomach was in absolute knots as he wondered if he’d just fucked everything up.

“W-what?” your voice was a small squeak, as you tried to see if he was just pulling your leg. But his gaze never wavered, “what did you just ask me?”

“I…” he stopped over a moment before reaching into his pocket with trembling hands and pulling out a small box. Your eyes widened in response as you realized that was not joking at all, further evidenced when he popped it open and showed you the ring inside. Your mouth dropped open when it all came together, “I thought the whole proposal would go a lot differently than this but umm...yeah. Will you marry me? That’s what I’m trying to ask...I’m glad Archie hadn’t spoiled that for you.”

“No,” you shook your head as you already felt tears pricking at your eyes, “he definitely didn’t. I thought he might have been holding something back, but I...I had no idea.”

“I know it hasn’t even been a year yet, but I feel like when you know someone 's the one..you know,” he admitted softly, “and I know you’re the one. The one I want to spend the rest of my life with, the one I want to call my wife...my everything.”

“James,” you looked between him and the ring a few more times before swallowing the lump in your throat, “gods, I am so in love with you. There was never a doubt in my mind that it was meant to be you. Yes, of course yes.”

“Really?!”

“Of course,” you beamed at him, “I love you, Bucky. You’re my forever.”

“Forever,” he breathed softly, “I like the sound of that.”

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pairing: Louis!peaky blinders era x reader

warnings: explicit sex, unprotected sex (don't do that!), curse words, daddy kink, overstimulation, dirt talk, mention of jealousy, mention of astrology.

Words: 4k

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Astrology

In my spare time I loved to read about astrology. It was a habit I adhered to since I was a teenager and now as an adult, it was my secret cringe.

So many times, the things described there met the personality traits of someone I knew and that made me believe it even more.

Sure, there were some holes in the script, but I had been in this world forever, so I just ignored that and kept it as a supposed truth and that was only affirmed when I met Louis.

Friends in common, I liked the way his accent sounded, a few drinks here and there, we shared the lighter to light the cigarette and ended up kissing at the end of the party at Calvin's house.

That was a year ago now.

I already knew all his quirks and as Louis lived more at my place than at his mansion here in London, he had to follow my rules, which was a little difficult even though he is Capricorn. Lately it was complicated to deal with him, because he seemed to ignore me and my weekly horoscope had already said that my relationship would be shaken by the smallest things and that I should be careful.

"Babe, don't leave your shoes like that. I already asked for them!" I complained as I placed our shoes side by side by the door. This was one of his manners that annoyed me deeply. "My friends will be here soon!"

"Nah." he muttered, not even looking at me.

I snorted and rolled my eyes, going to check the cheese and chocolate fondue I was preparing.

My friends Peter, Anne, Sam and Paul were coming over for happy hour. I am on vacation at work, an accounting office, so this is a perfect opportunity to hear what's new.

"Babe, is there any way to go to that grocery store down the street? I forgot that Anne has a gluten allergy and forgot to buy the gluten-free bagel." I stirred the melted cheese in the small pot on the stove.

No response from Louis.

Because my house is small, there's no way he couldn't hear me. I stretched my body back a little and in my half vision through the door, I could see that Louis was still concentrating on the smartphone game while gnawing on the corner of his left thumb.

I took another deep breath, it seemed that Louis became a child watching the games on the device and this was another flaw of his sign's characteristic, however I knew he was loyal and domineering, which eventually gave me an idea.

I turned off the stove and wrapped the fondues, putting them in the electric oven in warm-up mode so that they would not cool down.

My friends would arrive in half an hour, it was time to put my idea into practice.

I grabbed my purse, checked the pounds in my wallet, put on a sweatshirt and ran to the door.

"Luv, where are you going?" Louis asked without looking at me.

"Grocery store, babe." I put on my moccasins and closed the door.

It was dusk and for a change London was cold, for as soon as I passed the small gate in my driveway I sped to the grocery store.

As luck would have it, I found the guys a few meters from my house and ran to hug them.

"How are you, Y/N?" Sam, the blond girl with freckles and green eyes asked me as she released me from her hug.

"Fine! But I need a little help from all of you, specifically you, Paul and Anne." I pointed to them, who were inches away from me.

My couple of friends looked at me, Paul was a tall man with blue eyes, a muscular body and a beard. He was dating Anne, a tall, beautiful black woman with curly hair and honey-brown eyes with a mouth to envy.

"What happened?" Anne asked.

I explained to them that Louis seemed to be ignoring me as if I was just someone else working for him, but that he was the dominating type and so I wanted to tease him and see if we should continue with this relationship or if he was just distracted.

"I swear it won't go any further than that, I love Louis very much but this is killing me." I held the brown paper bag against me.

"Have you tried talking to him?" Peter suggested.

"Louis is a Capricorn, you know how it is. When he focuses on something, that's it." I rolled my eyes.

"That's fine with me, it will be fun watching a music star want to kill me because his wife wants me." Paul grabbed the bag from my hands and winked at me, and we laughed.

"It's fine with me too, you know I find it sexy to see men jealous." Anne winked at Paul, who closed his face, causing us to let out a few more low chuckles.

"I think there's a way we can help too." Sam put his arm around my neck and held Peter by the waist.

I had the best friends in the world.

"He simply came in halfway through the meeting with a huge mark on his neck. Emily wanted to climb the walls!" Peter commented on our co-worker.

We were all sitting on the floor of the room with the creams and fondue mixes on the coffee table. Louis was on my right side with black sweatpants and the jacket I loved so much, Paul was on my left side, next to him was Anne followed by Peter and Sam.

"But we know why Tom's nights out..." Sam looked at me suggestively and then looked at Anne. I straightened up waiting for what was to come.

Louis followed the conversation, sometimes hugging me around the waist and offering me something to eat. I just helped myself to a glass of red wine.

"Why?" Anne asked as if she didn't understand.

"Oh, you know, since the S/N went on vacation he has been gloomy, seems to have forgotten how to do calculations on the spreadsheets, and gets sad at lunchtime." Sam replied, alternating his gaze between Louis and me.

Louis, who was serving himself a piece of bread and cheese, grimaced, but said nothing.

"It's true, we know he's not over it yet."

I had the glass in my mouth trying to hold back the laugh I wanted to give.

"Get over what?" Louis asked me with a frown and I arched my shoulders, pretending not to know what they were referring to.

"Tom is in love with Y/N, Louis. Ever since she came to the office, he only has eyes for her." Anne answered by pouring herself some strawberry slices and pouring the melted chocolate on top. "You know, alluring and attractive men don't get over it so easily when they are dumped by a beautiful woman."

My eyes were watering from holding back tears of laughter. It was funny to imagine this situation, since Tom was a very well married gentleman, father of three children, and would soon be a grandfather.

"I'm going to get some more wine." I pushed myself to get up, because I needed to release the laughter that was stuck in me.

"I'll get it, babe." Paul took the glass from my hand, passing his hand through mine and stood up.

"Oh, thank you Paulie!" I smiled and sat back down.

Louis's face was red, he chewed angrily and stared at me. His blue eyes fixed on me in an uncomfortable way, as if he were reading my thoughts.

"What's up, babe?" I asked as Anne, Sam and Peter talked among themselves, I tried to stroke his face but he turned away.

"Nothing." he nodded, and I narrowed my eyes.

Paul returned with my full glass, I took it and thanked him again. Since I was sitting only on the carpet, I decided to do a little stretching. Purposefully, Paul looked at the open buttons of my black blouse that was thin and skinny long. Unconsciously, it was tighter than I usually wore which highlighted my breasts covered by the bra.

Louis seemed to notice, he huffed and ran his hand through his hair. I just ignored him and pretended to pay attention to my friends' conversation.

I felt his arm going around my shoulders and a few kisses on my neck, and I simply held myself together not to react, but it was so good his affection.

"We were talking about Tom before and now I remembered, can you believe that every day he comes into your office and wipes down your desk and computer?" Sam was sharp in the theater, I just wanted to thank her for that.

"And I'll tell you something else, he takes his shoes off before he comes in. " Peter continued.

Broadway was losing these actors to an accounting office. Louis leaned back on one of the sofas and crossed his arms with a brave expression.

"Tom has always been very nice to me." I commented, swirling the rest of the wine in my glass. "But I don't know..."

"I don't know, Y/N?" Louis spoke a little louder, turning his face abruptly to me.

"Yes, Tom is a nice guy but he is the kind of guy who ignores things I say, he was not organized and sometimes we almost missed deadlines... If he is like that at work, who will say to have a relationship with him."

I drank the rest of the wine and almost saw Louis erupt.

"Nothing beyond that stays between you?" I looked at Sam, who put his hand over his mouth, holding back his laughter, as did Anne, Paul, and Peter.

"Nah. " I repeated Louis' murmur from earlier and repeated his motion, leaning back against the couch behind me.

He ran his fingers through his bangs and chuckled gracelessly, denying it with his head. I narrowed my eyes in surprise at his reaction.

"It's getting late isn't it? Want some help cleaning up, petal?" Paul stroked my arm.

"I'll help my girl, Paulie." Louis imitated my voice when I called him and stared at Paul's hand on my arm, moving his mouth as if he were dissatisfied.

We talked some more, Louis was still silent and crossed his arms, his legs intertwined with each other and swinging rapidly.

I knew that Louis was about to explode, so I said goodbye to the guys who thanked me for the evening. Paul gave me a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. They motioned for me to tell them by text what was going to happen, I silently agreed and closed the door.

Louis had gotten up and was removing things from the coffee table. I started to organize the room and finished taking the last dishes to the sink.

"You and this Tom guy, have you ever had anything?" Louis was sponging one of the dishes. His sleeves were rolled up, which gave me a view of the tattoos on his wrist that I liked so much.

I poured myself the rest of the wine and leaned back against the sink where he was standing.

"We only went out together once." Which was true, but it was with the rest of the office and nothing happened because his wife accompanied us and I saw him as a father or even an uncle. I would stay in my tantrum, yes, he was the one who should end his.

"Hm." Louis answered.

"Why the question?"

Louis remained silent, washing the dishes as if it were the most fun thing in the world.

"Louis? If I asked a question, I want an answer." I said angrily, tired of the tantrum.

He continued in silence. I took a deep breath trying to oxygenate my brain and continued to stare at him.

I drank the rest of the wine and left the glass in the sink. I walked slowly to the door, still trying to remain calm.

"Where are you going?" Louis asked.

I just turned and smiled, raising my two middle fingers in his direction.

"Fuck you!" I shouted nervously, pointing at him.

Without waiting for his response, I headed towards my room, but within three steps I felt something pulling me, two cold, wet hands.

Louis might be shorter than most men, but he still possessed great strength.

In one swift movement, I felt him turn me around and my back hit the wall to my right and my head bounced, causing me to grunt in pain.

Louis pressed his body against mine, my hands went up to push his chest.

"I don't want to talk, Louis." I said annoyed, almost in tears already.

"What's up, luv? Your babe wants to know... "Louis brushed his nose across my neck, soon after caressing my face by turning and pulling it slightly to the opposite side, my eyes automatically closed."What were those teasing things earlier?"

My body stiffened, I couldn't hide anything from him.

"Let go of me. " I asked, still pushing him slightly, but it came out more like a groan.

Louis let out a small laugh and began to distribute wet kisses down my neck, sometimes my body betrayed me and shivered.

Louis's right hand, which previously held my waist, lifted my blouse to gain access to the skin of my belly and with a rush, held my right breast, massaging it lovingly.

"I'm sure my girl is getting wet..." His warm breath hitched against the cartilage of my left ear. "You like to tease me by showing off those luscious breasts, but in the end you're all mine, aren't you?"

I groaned as if in agreement. My hands, which before had been pushing her breasts, had moved to her back, scratching the white fabric.

"Who's my little whore? Hm?" His teeth went to my jaw, scraping it lightly, and then down to my neck where I felt pressure being applied.

Oh, hell! He was marking me.

"I-I-I..." I answered weakly and brushed my crotch against his.

My body arched and I held on to his arms, I could already feel the throbbing in between my legs as they buckled.

"My silly little girl!" He moved a few inches away from me and I opened my eyes, staring at Louis's long lashes in front of his blue orbs that were almost covered by his dilated pupils. "I saw what you did with the whole Tom and Paulie thing."

When I regained consciousness, I bit my lower lip and smiled mischievously, returning my hands to his back.

"What are you going to do about it, stud?" I teased.

Louis's hands went around my waist as he made a point of kissing me fiercely and hotly. My hands grabbed his face, pulling him to me, afraid that he would just stop and leave me there, hot and needy for his touch.

His hands went down to unbutton my jeans and unzip me. I let out a moan in anticipation and I could feel him smile in the middle of the kiss.

Louis pulled away from me and spun me around, placing me face down against the wall.

"Louis..." I moaned softly, thrusting my ass toward him.

I felt his pelvis fit over my ass and his member was already hardening, I tried to make more contact, but his hands on my waist stopped me.

"I know, luv... I want you too." I felt his chest against my back as I closed my eyes and rested my head on the wall and pressed my hands against it, trying to support myself. "I want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock as I fuck you very slowly, because I know you like to feel my cock pulsing in you."

I was already dizzy, biting my lower lip trying to hide my moans, until Louis pulled away and his hands hooked on the hem of my jeans and pulled them down.

"Spread your legs, Darlin'"

I did as he cried out, with a little difficulty because my jeans were still binding my legs and the state of my panties was embarrassing.

His hand slid up and down my ass, and then slapped me with his open hand, which made me jump in surprise.

"My girl doesn't like to be neglected, huh?" Shivers ran through me, my breathing was heavy and my brows furrowed and more slaps came, making my skin burn and my eyes water. "You get needy for my cock when I don't fuck you, don't you?"

In one swift act, my panties were keeping company with my jeans. I pushed my hips even higher, rubbing one leg against the other in an effort to relieve the agony my clit felt.

"Daddy will take care of you, luv!" I heard some noises and then the glorious sensation of Louis's hot tongue running over my pussy.

"Louis!" I moaned loudly and his breath hitched against my exposed intimacy as he let out a laugh. His hands grabbed my thighs and spread them even further apart, leaving me wide open for him.

Louis's tongue ran from my sensitive spot to my entrance, sucking and licking. I swayed my hips trying to get closer, but whenever I did he laughed and ran just the tip of it all the way over. My eyes rolled back and a vibration came in the pit of my stomach.

He didn't last long there, but the sound of my wetness clicking on his tongue was something out of reality.

"Babe, please..." My right arm kept pushing against the wall while my left was bent and I massaged my breasts, trying to relieve myself somehow.

"What's wrong, kitten?" Louis groaned and blew against me.

I turned my head to the side and Louis had stood up, taking off his sweatpants along with his underwear and his white jacket, and threw them on the floor beside us.

"Daddy..." I murmured.

Louis' member was hard, and with the glans of his member shiny and pink, his left hand wrapped around it, going up and down slowly. Louis stroked my ass with his free hand, his lower lip was biting and his head eventually fell back as he sighed.

He knew how sexy I found the veins in his hands tensing up and showing as he played with his cock. The tattoos on his wrist added a special touch.

"Lucky for you I want to get it over with, luv... Otherwise you'd have to beg me to fuck you..." He spoke as his cock touched me, dragging and teasing me, making me almost fall to my knees on the floor. "I'm going to fuck your little pussy so hard, babe? I want to hear you moan for the rest of the night, do you want to feel my cock all the way in here?" His finger ran across my entrance, giving me mini shocks in that area.

I mumbled the only sound left in my throat. I turned my face forward and leaned my forehead against the wall. He knew how much I melted for his dirt talk.

My arm against the wall was aching, my forehead was sweaty, and my legs were almost giving way from the way they trembled.

Louis launched himself inside me without warning, burying his wet member until his balls slammed against my clit.

A scream tore through my throat, my nails digging into the wall. Louis didn't even give me time to get used to it, he immediately began thrusting against me. Back and forth, thrusting hard and trying to go all the way in. I was panting as was he, my eyes still closed, enjoying his member filling me.

I turned my face to the side opening my eyes and I could cum right there at the sight, my heart throbbed even more seeing Louis with his nails digging into my hips, his tattooed chest and arms tensed tightly and his head relaxed back with his mouth ajar.

"Fuck!" My eyelids fluttered and I could feel the anguish in my uterus rising.

"My girl is so hot, so warm and tight ... oh!" Louis went down again and if it wasn't for the euphoria, I could feel him almost ripping me in half with his cock slamming against my uterus.

I tilted my head back and one of Louis' hands grabbed my loose hair and formed a sort of ponytail. His hand forced my neck, causing my body to arch and my ass to bulge even more.

My back began to ache as his hipbones crashed against my muscles, he had never caught me this way before and I was already addicted to it. Louis let go of my hair and went back to kneading the sides of my hips.

I put my arm in front of me and bit down on it, feeling my face hit him lightly with the thrusts, my throat aching with the moans, and Louis murmured my name as he tried to sink even deeper inside me.

"Whose pussy is this, babe? Who fucks it hard and the way you like it?" Louis, still not stopping his thrusts, rotated his hips and a wave of ecstasy hit me at the cervix. My pussy clenching rapidly, I was getting there. Louis fucked me so fast that I couldn't even scream.

"You, babe! Only you, Louis!" I spoke softly and felt him kiss me on my back.

"Are you sure, babygirl?" Louis teased and again I felt his chest against my spine.

His cock was halfway out of me and seconds later I was already missing him, which didn't last long as I pushed my hips back against him, burying his cock back into me. I stood on my tiptoes and his member reached the hidden spot that Louis sometimes managed to reach.

"Come on my cock, babe! Because I'm going to mark you, fill you with my milk... Do you want it, my naughty little girl?"

My breath came out of my lungs in a sharp intake of breath. My body exploded inside, shuddering as Louis forced himself to orgasm. Small jolts ran through me, and the ground no longer seemed to be beneath my feet.

My man's nails sank into my skin, his thrusts became sloppy and a loud moan came from Louis' chest, his cock swelled even more inside me and I felt hot spurts fill me, joining my liquid. He groaned loudly and his hands gripped my waist tightly, easing the grip seconds later. Violent trembling came over my knees, causing me to close my eyes in shame as Louis continued inside me and hugged me from behind.

"What's up, Luv? Did I hurt you?" He pushed my hair away from my sweaty, flushed face. Louis kissed the top of my head and I could feel some shocks from the orgasm still being delivered and the delicious feeling of having him inside me.

I nodded positively and then negatively, answering his questions.

"Sorry about the last few days, I was so distracted, thinking about the new album, and then I realized that I didn't do the right thing to the point where my perfect girl insinuated herself to our friend and they talked about some guy at work."

"How did you find out?" I lay my face against the wall, feeling the frosty, chilling cold on my face. I was tired, almost closing my eyes.

"I know you, darlin'... You can't lie, your sign says so."

I covered my face in shame that he knew my shameful secret. Louis pulled his member out of me and already I felt it go limp, Louis tightened his embrace around my buttocks and his arms wrapped around mine, tucking me in.

"Thanks for not giving up on your Capricorn. He'll pay more attention to his girl."

I nodded and turned around, kissing him slowly, feeling his tongue caress mine calmly and tenderly. He was everything to me, giving him up would be the last thing I would ever do.

I pulled away still hugging him and could see his sweaty bangs.

"Thanks for the sex against the wall, it was amazing." I blinked, placing a kiss on his chin.

"Maybe tomorrow you'll rethink it." His face turned into a smile, kissing my cheeks.

I stared at him even longer, not understanding his statement.

"Uh... I may or may not have left some... marks." He gave me his best puppy dog face, squeezed my ass, and kissed my neck lightly.

I rolled my eyes eagerly to see these possible marks.

"All right, they're marks from my Capricorn..." I said, kissing him and jumping on his lap. "But if you ignore me again, you won't have sex against the wall or anywhere else." I shook his shoulder to get his attention and he agreed.

"No more Capricorn stuff!" He promised, raising his right hand.

Astrology thing or not, I loved the guy standing in front of me.

[jaedreaminn]

Office Wars

Pairings: fem!reader x Jaemin

Theme: Fluff, Mild Jealousy, playful arguments, light crack, humour, protective.

Word count:2.2k

Gist: You were always at each others throats at work and everyone knew that and was used to that but maybe there was more than just the arguments on the surface.

"Ms. Y/l/n you're typing too loudly" Na Jaemin said with his infamous smirk plastered on his face.

A collective sigh was heard across the office. Your colleagues were all used to the usual banter that took place between you and Jaemin, easily being able to tune the noise that followed.

You however found it particularly difficult to avoid the banter when Jaemin picked at you for the most ridiculous of things.

"Oh I'm sorry Supervisor Na I didn't realise your hearing aid was on" You replied, the snark to your tone didn't go unnoticed as Jaemin scoffed but you couldn't be bothered to look away from your work.

"I don't need hearing aid to hear your keyboard being murdered, the poor thing has to recieve the brunt of your anger caused by Writer Kim"

You slammed your hands onto your table and angrily spun your swirling chair in the direction in which Na Jaemin sat.

Your anger doubled as you saw him proudly smirking from his position, knowing you just gave into his taunts but you couldn't care enough since he was the one that made the low blow.

"Don't you ever get tired idoling around and causing your co-workers headaches?" You said to the smug looking boy before getting on your feet and waking to the pantry.

Jaemin smiled as he watched you dissapeare behind the wall that separates the office and the pantry.

You made two cups of coffee, calming yourself before you walked out placing one on Jaemins table and carried the other to yours and got back to your work. At this point the office was slightly accustomed to your dynamics but it still baffled them. No one understood how the two of you worked, one minute you were at eachother throats the next second you were on the same team. And they didn't even try to understand, they just went along with it.

Like right now,

"You're going to be late for the briefing if you don't hurry your pretty little fingers up" you mocked, the cheeky grin plastered on your face clearly showed how amused you were by the fact that Na Jaemin had FORGOTTEN to prepare for today's briefing as your teams supervisors in this small publishing company.

The furiously typying man let go of his lip that was trapped between his teeth to grind them together, eyes wavering for a second to glare at you before focusing on his task at hand.

You cheerily walked away, a skip in your step as you reached the meeting room waiting for your supervisor and CEO to enter, happily chattering with your colleague Joy about the small queer owned business the two of you came across on instagram because of this month.

Soon the CEO stepped in and the room fell quite, Jaemin was still not on his seat but a minute later he walked in apologising for the delay.

A rather short and surprisingly sucessful briefing later you walked back to your desk to finish of what little work you had left before you streched, slightly pushing your chair away from your desk.

"Ready to go y/n?" Joy asked coming upto you and you grinned at her, nodding.

"Don't waste time then c'mon" you heard the annoying voice of Na Jaemin say from behind you and then saw the man in question walk past you. You glared holes into his back and Joy chuckled.

You and Joy continued to chater as you made your way to the restaurant your team always eats at, to find that your entire team was already sitting there.

"I ordered what you asked me to" Your colleague Suho said to Joy who thanked him.

You took your seat inbetween Crystal and Yangyang, which also happened to be directly opposite Jaemin.

"I ordered (insert dosh of your choice) for you" Jaemin told you and the two of your stared at eachother for a few seconds and then you smiled at him thanking him.

Everyone let out a breath they didn't know they were holding at that, expecting you to get mad at him for ordering for you without you asking him to.

The wait for the food to arrive was peaceful, except for the few snark remarks you and Jaemin exchanged but it wasn't something that people weren't used to.

Upon the arrival of your food your eyes lit up. Ever since you were a kid you loved to eat, in fact you were the biggest foodie in your family.

You excitedly picked up your chop sticks ready to dig in before a voice interrupted you.

"Your food isn't going anywhere slow down or you'll burn your tongue." Jaemin said nonchalantly and you ignored him poking out your tongue at him and immediately digging in for a big bite.

As soon as the food touched your tongue you're eyes widened at the sharp sensation caused by the heat immediately dropping the serving back onto your plate as you started to pant like a dog because of the heat.

Yangyang who was next to you noticed, placing a hand on your shoulder and picking up your glass of water with his other hand.

"Careful Y/n" he warend rather uselessly after the deed was done, bringing the cup of water to your lips so that you could wash down the heat with the cooling water.

You drank the water, hands reaching out the hold the cup on your own. Once the burning sensation cooled down, you turned to Yangyang offering him a smile while thanking him.

You're attention then turned to Jaemin who sat infront of you glaring at no one in particular, expecting him to be looking smug.

You shrugged at the change in attitude as you continued your mean, this time blowing on your food before you took a bite.

Not even fifteen minutes later you felt a kick on you shin and then looked up to see Jaemin leaving, you sighed rolled your eyes and finished the food on your plate as fast as you could before dashing out back to the office. No you didn't forget to pay, the meals were handeled by the company.

You reached the office only to find Jaemin sitting on his seat pouting angrily as he typed away. You chuckled, deciding to not indulge him as you walked back to your seat and got on with your work and ignored the way Jaemin looked at you even poutier than before.

Ignoring him was a bad choice since after that he got even more annoying, dropping more files on your desk for you to deal with, making random comments about your corrections, complaining about anything and everything and you just ignored the fussy manchild with an eye roll.

"Y/n we have to go for the mandatory company diner now." Joy said to you and you looked out the window at the end of the office to see the sky becoming a dark orange hue, it was late evening.

"I still have so much to do" you whined, letting your head fall onto your desk with a thud and Joy winced, not knowing what to say.

"Stop whining y/n and just come back and get it done. I have work to do to so I can walk with you back to the office after dinner." Jaemin said walking upto your desk.

You lifted your head sligtly to look at the tall male who was looking at you, waiting for a reply to his question and you sighed head falling between your arms again.

"We have to leave now we don't have forever y/n make a choice" Jaemin said impatiently tapping his foot on the floor.

"Okay let's go!" You said suddenly jumping up and marching towards the exit. Jaemin chuckled and Joy looked at you as if you had grown two heads but then the two of them immediately followed behind you.

The company diner was uneventful. Mr. Choi on of your clients was making what he though to be flirtatious eyes at you again but you only saw it as creepy. But you were still able to enjoy you meal, sitting between Jaemin and Joy, happily chattering away.

After everyone was done eating you knew you couldn't stay to chat and you lifted you phone off the table checking the time and signalling Jaemin who nodded and the two of you bid your goodbyes.

"I can walk you if you want y/n-shi" a rosy cheek and very drunk Mr.Choi said and you gagged.

"It's Ms.y/l/n to you Mr.Choi and there's no need I'm walking her there, making sure our employee feels safe by making sure you're not around them." Jaemin said, eyes glaring daggers and the now offended drunk man.

"You" Mr.Choi yelled pointing his finger and an unimpressed Jaemin "How dare you talk to me like that! Don't you know how important I am to this company" the angry drunk man yelled.

"Mr Choil please stay professional because it isn't that hard to find good writers, especially on to replace you." Your CEO spoke up and you had to hold back a chuckle at Mr.Chois flustered face as his mouth opened and closed not able to form any words.

"If that all we'll be taking out leave." Jaemin said grabbing onto you hand and bowing at your CEO who nodded and quickly dragged you away. You quickly bowed in respects to you CEO too before you were dragged away by Jaemin.

"I felt like punching him" Jaemin said on your walk to the office, hand still holding yours.

"Me too" you chuckled at the fuming male as you walked the rest of the way in silence, hand in hand.

You immediately rushed to you desk upon reaching your office and started typing away and Jaemin lazily strolled to his seat, doing whatever he had to do.

Half an hour later and all you had to do was send out two mails and save the document you were working on, so you let yourself relax alittle slumping back onto your chair. You peaked at what jaemin was doing and smiled. "That's a good score, must have been alot of WORK" you teased and Jaemin looked embarrassed at getting caught.

"I-i was bored okay" he said avoiding your gaze and you smiled.

"Okay"

You crossed one leg over the other, leaning over your desk to send the last two e-mails and save the document you were busy correcting.

Just as you finished with your work and sat up straight Jaemin spoke "You know when a person sits with crossed legs and their legs are pointing towards you that means they like you" he said pointing at your position and you looked down to see your leg was indeed pointing at him.

"That means you like me y/n." Jaemin said cheekily wiggling his eyebrows.

And you looked at him eyes screwed as if you were judging his entire existence, which you were "Jaemin" he hummed in reply still grining, "We're engaged it would be really weird if I didn't like you" You said and Jaemins grin grew even wider and you sighed chuckling at your happy fiance.

"Yea it would be weird" he said sliding his chair towards you, crashing into you slightly and you steadied him.

"Ahh your so cute my y/n" he said pulling you into his arms and plukering his his lips trying to kiss you but you leaned away from him just to annoy him.

"Don't avoid my kisses" he huffed pouting as he tried again but you teased him again avoiding him.

"Yah! You brat give me a kiss!" he yelled and you chuckled turning you head to give him a small peck on his nose but he had other plans immediately moving his face and his lips met yours in a sweet kiss in which you felt yourself melting into. Kissing Jaemin was always calming and he always tasted sweet even thought he drank that disgustingly bitter coffee.

You slowly felt his hands snake behind your head pulling you closer lips moving in sync as he deepend the kiss, your breaths mingled as both of you felt lightweight. You got lost in eachother for a second before you slowly pulled away resting your forehead against his. He smiled at you eyes sparkling in the dim lit room.

"If someone walked in on us right now they'd have a heart attack" Jaemin joked and you chuckled. It was an unspoken rule between the two of you to keep your relationship a secret in the office and you did that by bickering. "We should tell them now though shouldn't we?" You asked and Jaemin pecked you cheek sitting up staright, "Yea and hand them the wedding invites" and you grinned, heat rushing to your cheeks, you never got used to the fact that you were to get married to Na Jaemin, your soulmate.

Needless to say when the two of you told everyone at the office the next day you were pretty sure some of them were this close to having a heart attack. But most of them Congratulated you as you stood hand in hand with Jaemin, grinning like an idiot.