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Chapter 8b: Last Night

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: It’s Bucky’s last night on your farm

Word count: 2,645

Content/warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY, SMUT, p in v protected sex, crying during sex (well technically after), dry humping, vaginal fingering, sweet soft intimacy, kissing

Author’s Note: This could probably be read as a stand-alone, but I’ll catch you up in case you feel confused. Bucky made a business deal to work on your farm for a month. This is the last afternoon/night of that after spending all that time side-by-side. If you’re interested in the series, you can catch up with the link below or check out the rest of the Outta Nowhere AU

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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On the final Saturday that Bucky was at the farm, the two of you practically stayed pressed together. It’s not as if you were unproductive, but you were glued at the hip, never leaving the office for too long without the other under the guise of tying up loose business ends before his departure. You knew once he was gone, he’d have to take all his burdens back off Steve, leaving him swamped with work, unable to pay you any more attention than he did his other associates.

With your efficiency and his inability to say no to you, all ‘work’ had been completed before noon. Sure, you could’ve dragged it out, but then you wouldn’t have had time to just enjoy each other’s presence like you had gotten used to. Before that could happen, though, you presented him with one last task.

Bucky sat on your oversized desk chair with you in between his legs. His chin was tucked over your shoulder as he rubbed up and down your thigh with his ringed hand. The cool metal gave you goosebumps on your bare skin, the nice weather allowing you to wear shorts and the lack of physical labor giving Bucky the opportunity to don his jewelry once again. You ignored the way your body shuddered at his touch, instead looking back at him over your shoulder with a smirk.

“Okay, cowboy. I think we’ve got your first few months of shipments all planned, so now onto my last order of business.”

He cocked his head to look at you with an amused, but tentative smile. “And what might that be?”

“Pull out a pen.” You stood up and shuffled the papers on your desk, looking for a blank one and setting it in front of him. You took a seat on the other side, not missing his slight pout and confusion as to why you moved so far and what was going on.

“Now that we’ve reached the end of the month, I want to assess what you’ve learned. I’m gonna shoot questions at you, and you write your answer so we can determine whether or not you actually took in information or just followed me around and mooched off my free meals.”

Bucky laughed when you shot him a wink and happily obliged you, a sparkle in his eyes, admiring the way you were demanding something of him with a sweet smile on your face, just like the first time you met. He gave a slight nod, pen at the ready. “Alright, sweet Honeybee. Hit me with it.”

You crossed your arms and legs, watching him as you rattled everything off you could think of, from super obvious things, like which animal lays eggs, to asking nearly impossible things, like the brand of feed given to the dairy cows. Bucky’s reactions to each question were a treat, some causing him to light up with knowledge, others making him roll his eyes at your specificity.

“Last question. This one’s worth a thousand points. Write something you think will impress me. Something out of the blue, whatever’s on your mind. Anything at all.”

Bucky sat there for a moment, tapping the cap of the pen against his bottom lip in thought. You watched his playful features morph into something serious, something soft, as he scribbled one line at the bottom of the paper.

‘I wish I could stay here longer.’

You leaned forward so could read his paper upside down, scanning the answers, each one surprisingly correct. Not a single one was off and he even put more information than you’d asked for on some of them. You were not only amazed with the way he indulged your ridiculous request, but with how this whole time, he had actually been listening and watching, holding onto every word and fulfilling his side of the deal.

As you looked up from the paper and into his eyes, you could feel the warmth through his gaze even that far apart. You stood up again and Bucky did the same, coming around to meet you. It was as if your bodies were magnetic, drawing you towards each other until his one hand was on your cheek, the other wrapped around your waist as yours perched on his hips.

His eyes shifted between yours and he closed his eyes, drawing his forehead against yours before he spoke against your lips. “I’m serious. I love every moment with you. And I’m sorry it’ll have to end.”

You swallowed and let your eyes flutter closed as you leaned into his touch and nodded. “I know. But I get that you have work to do and it was already a lot for me to request you being here for so long. But just…for right now, be with me. Enjoy what little time is left of this with me. Please.” It came out as a whisper, a plea for him to remain present while he still could. You opened your eyes and looked up through your lashes to see him searching for your gaze.

He whispered back, “You don’t have to ask me twice. Say the word and it’s yours. I’m yours. And I’ll be right there if you ever need anything. Whatever you want, Honey. And right now, I’m here with you. I only want to be… with you.”

Your eyes closed again and you nestled into his chest in satisfaction at the depth of his words. You knew he was saying he would be present, but it meant so much more. For him to make a promise like that, extending beyond just business, made you feel supported, protected, embraced.

He pulled you closer if that was even possible and pressed his lips to your hairline, then using his hand against your cheek, he pulled your head so you were both leaning back enough that your gazes met before he smashed his lips against yours. It was with purpose and a new sort of urgency that you hadn’t really experienced in the slower kisses and pecks you had shared. You began to walk backwards and Bucky followed, lips attached to yours in a near-lock as your tongues danced, not unlike your feet, performing similarly to the two-step you had taught him weeks before. Your hands slid up a down his chest and began to pop open the buttons of his flannel shirt as his ran under yours, feeling the softness of your belly and tracing upwards, raising the hem of your shirt as his callused fingertips sent a thrill through you.

The two of you removed your clothing piece by piece, discarding them carelessly as you crossed through the living room and waltzed carefully up the steps, grateful Peter was out of the house for the day and helping Curtis with the weekend chores.

Clad only in underwear, you grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled him towards your room, falling down on the bed as he crawled over you. His lips met yours once again as you widened your legs, allowing his hips to grind on your core. Your gasp at the sensation allowed Bucky’s tongue to explore your mouth, swallowing down each other’s moans and drawing closer and closer. Bucky pulled away for a second to catch his breath, the both of you looking deeply into the other’s eyes and panting.

His fingers traced down your side to play with the hem of your cotton panties, and you nodded, wordlessly giving him the permission he needed to pull them down. Bucky groaned at the sight of the damp fabric as he dragged the material down your legs, kissing back up your body and stoping to lovingly lick and nip at your neck as you whined and writhed for some sort of friction again.

“Jamie, please.”

He smiled and sighed at the way you begged for his touch, not used to being the one in control of anything since he’d been here, and now holding your pleasure in his hands. His fingers reached down to find your clit, dipping towards your entrance first to gather your arousal before making slow, teasing circles on the sensitive button. His soft touch set your body on fire. It had been so long since you’d been this intimate with anyone, all of your focus on the farm, and the exhaustion after a long week, not to mention the hurt from Jake deterring you from the desire for a partner.

“I’m here, I’m with you, Honey. I’ve got you-give you whatever you want. Just wanna make you feel good.”

Sensing your sensitivity and deducing how long it had likely been for you, Bucky slowly slid his middle finger through your slit, his eyes never leaving your face. He didn’t want to miss a single second of the way you nearly crumbled under his touch. Your eyes were half-lidded in pleasure as your body lurched forward at his slow, gentle intrusion, accompanied by a moan. He drank in the view, more gorgeous than he imagined you could be, back bowing at his touch. Bucky added another finger and the sensation of the cool metal against the heat between your legs was almost too much to handle.

Your legs began to shake as he slowly coaxed in a third finger, his thumb gently strumming your clit, deft fingers stretching your entrance. The feeling was overwhelming and pushing you impossibly close to an edge you hadn’t experienced in years at the hands of another.

“Jamie, Jamie it’s so much. So good. I’m so close.” It came out between hiccuping gasps as you tucked your face into his neck, throwing your arms around his muscular back and legs around his waist, pinning his hand between your bodies. You were clinging to him with your whole being as you reached your peak with a keen, pussy clenching his fingers almost painfully, but Bucky didn’t mind. He would’ve let you break his arm to see and feel the way he was wringing pleasure from the distant corners of your body right now. He continued to slowly pump his fingers against your walls, bringing you down from your high.

You would’ve collapsed onto the bed if Bucky hadn’t had a firm arm behind you, holding you to his chest where you had curled into him, as you gasped for air. You were finally able to pull your face away and look into his eyes again, his burning with desire and yours hazy with post-orgasmic bliss.

“Do you, uh, do you have a-“ Bucky’s eager nod cut you off as he pressed another sloppy kiss against your lips before slinking back off the bed and walking towards his bag in the corner of the room.

“I think so. Let me check.” Bucky hadn’t expected anything like this to happen over this month, so he definitely didn’t have a condom prepared. Perhaps his emergency one was still in his wallet, but he honestly wasn’t sure. He was pleasantly surprised to find it easily, rolling it on and coming back on the bed towards you.

As he hovered over you, you ran your hands along the scruff on the sides of his cheeks before pulling him down for another kiss. You could feel the weight of his hard length resting against your lower stomach, reaching down to stroke him gently. Bucky tensed at the sensation with a groan, throwing his head toward your shoulder and taking the opportunity to kiss your neck and down your collarbone before making his plea.

“Ride me, Honey. Need to feel you.”

You bit your lip nodding, complying with his request and moving to sit up as Bucky laid down against your pillows, right next to where you had just been sprawled out. You shuffled on your knees to straddle his hips, grinding down and letting his cock run through your folds, slick in preparation for him. You reached a hand down to perch his tip at your entrance, basking in the groan he let out at the sight. You slowly lowered yourself, the broad tip pushing your walls outward, pressure causing you to sharply gasp when he passed the threshold of your tight hole.

Your thigh muscles strained as you attempted to slowly but steadily lower yourself on his length, hyper aware of the delicious stretch of his thick cock inside you. The two of you sighed in relief as you bottomed out, nails gripping tightly into Bucky’s shoulders. Bucky held your hips as you adjusted to him, careful to not squeeze too hard from every time your tightness choked his dick. He fought the urge to throw his head back against the headboard, wanting to keep his eyes on you and where your bodies were connected. The sight of you splitting yourself open over him nearly made him come on the spot, but he tightened every muscle in his body again, trying to resist the urge. He only had one condom, after all, and he wanted to drag out this feeling for as long as possible.

He could see it on your face and feel your body start to relax as your nails gently scratched over his tattooed chest. You rocked your hips, testing the waters, and dragging a whine from both your lips. Your speed picked up, his hands continuing to guide you, finding a smooth rhythm that pulled moans, grunts, and gasps out of the two of you, until just like before, Bucky could feel you clenching again. He lowered his one hand, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tender circles, leading you both barreling towards a shared peak. Your hips stuttered and wavered with exhaustion, but Bucky continued guiding you with his firm, strong hand.

“C’mon Honey. You can do it. I can feel you’re close. Let go for me, sweet thing. Please. Come with me.” His voice was gruff, dripping with desire.

Your hands ran down the muscles of his torso and squeezed against his abs, nails digging in slightly. You used your last bit of energy to nod your head and urge him to help you along. Bucky planted his feet on the mattress, thrusting in tandem with the grind of your hips. You leaned down for a final kiss, wanting to be ever closer to him. As he gave into the gesture, it felt like everything hit you at once along with your shared orgasm: the sweet, tender moment, the reverence and respect he was treating you with throughout, and the fact that you didn’t know if it would ever happen again or if you’d see him after tomorrow.

Bucky came with a deep, but soft growl beneath you as he stroked your hair after you’d pulled away from his lips and tucked yourself into his neck again. He sat there, letting you cling to him for a second before he felt the unexpected wetness against his shoulder. Tears has started streaming down your face, and when Bucky caught a glimpse, his look was similar. Jaw clenched with water in his eyes.

The next morning, it was time for Bucky to go. The two of you had arranged it so you could have one last drive to the gas station together where you’d be meeting Gio.

Bucky convinced you to let him drive your truck for a final time, and you agreed, easily giving in to his request. He drove with the windows down, radio low on the dash, and one hand on the wheel. The other rested on your thigh while you clutched the arm attached to it against your chest and rested your head on his shoulder. His cheek was pressed against the top of your head. Bucky’s callused thumb made small circles on your skin as the breeze blew through the cab, paired with the warm glow of the early morning light, sun shining on your time together like it always had.

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Bonus A/N: All this writing and this is the first time I’ve done smut for Bucky. I hope you enjoyed, I’d love to hear what you thought from a comment, reblog, or ask!!!

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Omnes Sumus Peccatores: Love is Rich with Both Honey and Venom

Chapter 3: Secretive Friends and Tactless Foes

Hiya guys! I’m sorry this chapter has taken a while, I’ve had a lot going on IRL that’s kind of pulled me away from this and my other works, but hopefully I’ll be able to post more regularly! Not much happens in this chapter, it’s more of a set up for the next one. But I hope you all still enjoy~!

Word Count: 3,682

Warnings: Language, Mention of Weapons, Canon Typical violence, typical Mafia AU Tropes!

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The Next Day

William looked up from his desk as he heard a quick knock on his office door, he muttered a quick “come in” and glanced up to see Langris walking through the door.

“ Good morning Langris,” William began as he looked back down at his papers. “ To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“ Good morning sir,” Langris greeted back as he walked up to the desk. “ I just got an important message from one of our clubs.”

William stopped what he was doing, set his pen down, and leaned back in his chair.

“ An important message? From whom?” He asked with a slightly raised brow, and he watched as Langris pulled out a piece of paper from the inside of his suit jacket and handed it to him.

“ Apparently…it’s from a member of the Equinox Exchange Network named Theia.”

William paused, this note was from the Equinox Exchange Network? The multi-billion yul company? That Equinox Exchange Network?

He took the note from Langris and opened it, but what was on it made his eyes narrow; it was an address to a luxury hotel and the number of a conference room.

“ From what the club manager said, the person from the Equinox Exchange Network said that they would like to make a deal with us and that they’ll be waiting at this hotel’s conference room until 1 p.m. this afternoon.” Langris explained.

William stared at the note intently, his eyes looking over it multiple times with a degree of suspicion and hesitancy.

It was very well known that the Equinox Exchange Network was very…selective about who they worked with; after all, that’s how they’ve been able to fly under the radar for so long, they worked with very few people, and it was extremely difficult to contact them to make a deal.

So if they come to you asking for a deal, you don't say no.

William’s hands traced the paper; if this was truly a letter from the Equinox Exchange Network, then there would be a raised yet invisible seal somewhere…

And just like that, on the bottom right corner of the paper, was the distinctive Equinox seal.

This note was legitimate.

“ Sir, what do you want to do?” Langris asked after a moment, his body still as he waited for ‘the King’ to tell him what to do.

A soft sigh escaped him as he placed a thoughtful hand under his chin; while he was still hesitant and suspicious of the person behind this letter, he couldn’t help but also be intrigued and curious at the same time…

“ Well, we’re going to meet them of course,” William said as he leaned forward and rested his arms on top of his desk.

“ But sir, you have a meeting with the Blue Roses and the Black Bulls this afternoon,” Langris pointed out. “ So how are you going to meet them and the Equinox Exchange member?”

An irritated sigh escaped William as he suddenly remembered his previous plans; there was no way he was going to be able to attend both meetings, which meant that he was going to have to send someone in his place.

“ I’m going to have to send someone else to the hotel,” William eventually said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“ I can go to the hotel while you and Alecdora meet with the Blue Roses and the Black Bulls?” Langris offered, but William shook his head.

“ No, I’ll need the two of you with me,” He quickly said as he began to lightly drum his fingers against his desk in thought.

Langris hummed as he began to think.

“ What about Neva? Wouldn’t it be best to have a high ranking member of the family go to the meeting?” He suggested even though he and Neva didn’t get along.

William frowned a bit.

“ Neva and Yuno are on patrol for the next couple of weeks, so they won’t be going. However,” He began as he placed his hand under his chin again. “ You have a point, it would be best to send a high ranking member of the family to meet them.”

Now it was Langris’s turn to frown.

“ But, if you’re not sending Neva, then-?” He began to ask, but as if right on cue, a knock on the office door echoed through the room and it slowly opened to reveal Zera, William’s fiancé, on the other side.

“ Good morning,” She began as she walked into the room. “ Is something wrong?” She added with a worried frown as the two stared at her.

“ We’ll send her,” William said as he slowly stood up with a warm smile on his face.

Langris’s head snapped in William’s direction, his eyes wide in shock, as Zera stared at her fiancé with a confused expression.

“ What?!”

“ Huh? Send me where?” Zera asked in confusion as she looked from William, to Langris, and back again.

“ Sir,” Langris began, completely ignoring Zera’s question. “ We can’t send her! This meeting is too important to be sending a novice to!”

“ Uh-.”

“ Zera isn’t a novice, Langris, she was born and raised in this world. She knows how it works even if she hasn’t done any of it herself.” William pointed out as he crossed his arms.

“ Um-.”

“ But, sir, she knows how it works in theory, not how it works in practice! That would be like saying I was born knowing how to drive because I’ve been around people who know how to drive my entire life!” Langris said with a slightly narrowed gaze.

“ Hey-!”

“ Are you saying that she isn’t capable of doing it?” William asked, his own gaze narrowing sharply.

“ No, sir, I’m sure she is capable of it…but I also think we should send someone with more experience-.” Langris began, but was quickly cut off by ‘the King’.

“ Zera does have experience talking people into things, don’t you dear?” William asked as his purple eyes looked away from Langris and towards his fiancé.

But instead of answering, she just stared at the pair…and she stared…and stared…before she slowly opened her mouth.

“ I’m not sure whether I should confirm or deny those facts considering I have no idea what we’re even talking about!” Zera pointed out, her voice raising more and more as the sentence went on.

Both Langris and William winced, glanced at each other, before William took a breath.

“ We just got word that a member of the Equinox Exchange Network wants to meet with us, but unfortunately I won’t be able to make it, so we’ve decided to send you to meet with them in my place.” William told her, his warm smile returning to his face.

“ What?” She exclaimed in surprise, but before she could say anything else Langris chimed in.

“ But sir-!” He tried to argue, but he instantly closed his mouth as he saw the serious look in William’s eyes.

“ I’ve made my decision, Langris.” He stated firmly, his voice leaving no more room for discussion or arguments.

Langris’s eyes widened, but he slowly nodded in agreement.

“ Yes, sir, then…I’ll leave you to it.” He said before he gave him a small bow and walked out of the office, quietly closing the door behind him.

William walked around his desk and up to her.

“ Sorry about that,” He apologized softly as he stood beside her. “ Langris is just being extra…cautious since it’s a very important meeting.”

Zera nodded hesitantly.

“ I get it. But to be honest, I can’t blame him,” She admitted with a small laugh. “ If this meeting is so important then why don’t you send him or someone else? Why are you sending me?”

“ Because I think this would be a good opportunity for you to get your foot in the door on the ‘business’ side of The Family, instead of just the medical side.” He told her as he reached out and took her hand in his.

“ And, I’m also sending you because I trust you, and my gut is telling me that you’ll be able to make this deal out of everyone else.”

Zera blinked in surprise.

“ Don’t you think you’re putting a little too much trust and faith in my charm and abilities?” She asked with a small laugh, but William shook his head.

“ I don’t think so. I mean, you were able to charm me and convince Dante and the other Families that you and I were a couple when we weren’t, so I’m confident that you’ll be able to pull this off as well.” He told her confidently as he leaned forward to kiss her cheek.

A slightly forced smile appeared on her face as she nodded again.

“ At least one of us is.” She muttered under her breath, which made him tilt his head.

“ What did you say?” He asked, but she quickly shook her head and waved her hands in front of her.

“ Oh, nothing, nothing! I just said I’ll be going now, since I have to get ready to meet this person,” She told him with a sheepish laugh and began to back out of the office. “ I’ll see you later!”

As soon as Zera was out of the office she quickly closed the door behind her, walked up to the opposite wall, and gently hit her head against it.

How the hell was she going to pull this off?!

Meanwhile, back in William’s office, as soon as he sat down he pulled out his cell phone and called Langris.

“ I’ve already begun printing up all the information we have on Theia, sir,” Langris said as soon as he answered the phone. “ And so far…it’s not looking too good sir.”

A worried hum escaped William.

“ Okay, bring it to me as soon as you can.”

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Meanwhile, driving around Clover City

Yuno looked out the window as he and his new partner, Neva, drove slowly through what was commonly referred to as the “Party District” of Clover City.

There were various clubs, bars, restaurants, and other establishments in the area; some businesses were honest, some were just fronts for the various Mafia families that controlled them.

The ones in this particular neighborhood were controlled, or protected, by the Golden Dawn Family.

“ I’m assuming you’ve already done this before?” Neva suddenly asked as she drove slowly through the slightly empty street, dodging people that were either on their way to work or on their way home from a long night of partying.

Yuno glanced over at her before looking back out the passenger window.

“ Patrolled? Yeah, I’ve done it before.” He replied simply as he rested his chin against the top of his hand.

“ I see..so that means you’ve also collected due’s as well?” Neva asked curiously as she turned the car down a side street and towards an empty parking lot.

A small frown worked its way onto his face as he glanced back over towards her.

“ ‘Dues’?” He repeated in slight confusion as the platinum blonde haired girl nodded.

“ Yeah, today’s collection day; it’s where we go to the various clubs and pick up the money they’ve made for the last month, as well as a portion of what the other businesses made too.” She explained as she pulled into the empty parking lot.

Yuno’s frown deepened.

“ So, we’re not only collecting from the businesses we own, but from the ones we don’t own as well?” He asked as he turned to fully look at her.

Neva simply nodded as she began to park the car.

“ Yep. We even collect dues from the ones we don’t own as well.” She confirmed without looking at him as she put the car in park.

A quiet scoff escaped Yuno as he rolled his eyes slightly; of course they took ‘dues’ from honest, hard working people…they were a Mafia Family, and their protection didn’t come for free…

Taking from the rich who had more than enough money to spare was fine by him, but taking from people who were just trying to make a living and were only just managing to scrape by? That didn’t sit well with him at all…

“ I can’t wait until I find my father’s killer so I can leave this place,” Yuno thought with annoyance as he heard Neva turn the car engine off.

He just had to hang on a little longer…

“ Ready?” Neva suddenly asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Yuno quickly nodded and followed her out of the car.

The pair began to make their way down the street and to the various businesses owned by the Golden Dawn.

First on their list were the various luxury clubs they owned, their most famous one was called “Doré Lounge” or “The Golden Lounge”. It was one many celebrities, rich businessmen, and politicians partied at.

It was the Golden Dawn’s most profitable business. Well, second most profitable business; their most profitable one was the business they ran in the shadows behind all the glitz and glamor of the luxurious nightclubs:

Their high end weapons business.

Yuno didn’t know much about the weapons business that the Golden Dawn ran since he was still pretty new, but from what the other members of The Family told him the weapons they bought and sold weren’t your average weapons that just anyone could buy…

The weapons they bought and sold were military grade weapons that only the richest of groups, Families, and individuals could afford.

“ Here’s this month's earnings, Diamond,” The manager suddenly said as he came from the back room of the “Doré Lounge”.

Yuno blinked as he was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts, and his amber eyes focused on a large, black duffle bag in the other man’s hand.

“ That’s it? It looks pretty light.” Neva said skeptically as she took the bag from the manager.

The man shrugged.

“ Eh, business has been a little slow lately,” He replied as he rubbed the back of his neck. “ But don’t worry, you can tell King that there’ll be more in it next month since I’ve got reservations for lots of big parties!”

Neva nodded slowly as she weighed the bag in her hand, and after a moment of deliberation she slung the bag over her shoulder.

“ Alright, but don’t let it be this light again, otherwise…we just might have to hire a new manager.” She told him seriously as she turned around and began to walk out of the club with Yuno following silently behind her.

The man behind them suddenly began to laugh.

“ It’s good to have you back Diamond,” He said as he continued to laugh. “ We love having you around here, so why don’t you try to not beat up your new partner like you did the last one, yeah?”

Neva waved her hand to signal to the man that she had heard him, but Yuno paused and a frown appeared on his face.

Her last partner, she beat him up? Why? And was that really the reason that William sent her overseas?

“ Hey, newbie, are you coming?” Neva called over her shoulder, pulling Yuno out of his thoughts.

He quickly caught up to her, and the pair walked out of the club and down the street.

They walked quietly side by side for a while, neither one really saying a word as they dodged and maneuvered around the various signs and people that were on the street.

Neva sighed under her breath as she could feel Yuno’s eyes steadily glancing over at her, why on earth did that manager have to open his big freaking mouth?!

“ Is there something you want to ask, newbie?” She asked as she came to a stop and turned to the side slightly.

Yuno stopped and turned to look at her.

“ No.”

Neva’s eyes narrowed in disbelief.

“ Really? So you’re not at all curious as to why he said I beat up my last partner?” She asked as she placed a hand on her hip.

Yuno shook his head.

“ No; because I assume if it was something I needed to know, you would tell me, right?” He asked before he began to walk back down the street.

Neva stared at him in surprise as he walked away; he wasn’t curious at all? Not even a little bit? That was a little…strange, in her opinion.

She began to walk a little faster to catch up with him.

“ So, you’re not even a little bit worried that the same thing could happen to you?”

Yuno suddenly stopped walking and turned to face her; it was an honest and fair question to ask, but it still took him by surprise.

He stood there and looked at her for a moment, his mind going back and forth as he tried to settle on an answer, and once he finally did he opened his mouth to reply.

But as he did, the sound of items crashing to the ground along with a loud shout echoed down the street.

Yuno and Neva turned towards the commotion and saw an elderly man lying on the ground, and a group of younger men wearing dark suits standing around him.

Neva’s eyes narrowed sharply and she quickly handed the duffle bag to Yuno before rushing over to the group.

“ Hey assholes, over here!” She suddenly shouted, drawing the group's attention away from the older man and instead to her.

As she grew closer she jumped up, landed a flying kick to one of the men's faces, and landed firmly in front of the old man.

“ Well look who it is, it’s the Golden Dawn’s troubled child, the Diamond Princess!” One of the men laughed, causing the others around him to chuckle.

Neva rolled her eyes before placing a hand on her hip.

“ And look what we have here; a group of bottom feeders thinking it’s okay to encroach on the Golden Dawn’s territory and harass the local businesses that are under their protection.” She spat back at them before she turned around and crouched down to help the elderly man stand up.

“ Are you okay?” She asked softly, ignoring the man’s angry shouting behind her.

The old man nodded.

“ I’m fine,” He began before he softly gasped. “ Diamond, look out!”

Neva quickly looked over her shoulder and saw the angry man from earlier standing over her with a metal rod in his hand that he was swinging with the intent to hit her on the head.

“ Dammit, there isn’t time for me to dodge…and even if there was, the old man would end up getting hit instead!” Her mind shouted as the world seemed to go in slow motion.

She quickly closed her eyes and threw herself in front of the old man so that he wouldn’t get hit, but as she waited for the impact of the metal rod, she frowned when she heard it hit something else instead.

Neva slowly opened her eyes and they widened when she saw the black duffle bag situated between her and the metal rod. Her gaze shifted to her left, and she saw Yuno standing there using the duffle bag as a makeshift shield.

Using his weight, Yuno swung the bag forward, which caused the other man with the metal rod to fly backwards and into the others.

“ What the hell?!”

“ Attacking an old man and a young woman just because she called you a bottom feeder is only proving her right, y’know.” Yuno said as he stood in front of Neva and the old man as though he were protecting them.

“ You should go back to whatever hole you crawled out of, unless you really want a fight that you’ll certainly lose.” He told them as he dropped the duffle bag onto the ground beside him.

The group of men looked at each other for a moment before they began to laugh hysterically.

“ You think you can beat us in a fight? You must be crazy!” One of the men shouted before he began to laugh again.

“ Hey kid, you’re either dumber than you look or you’ve got balls of steel to be going against us by yourself!” The man with the metal rod laughed. “ Why don’t you join us instead? We could use someone crazy and fearless in our group!”

Yuno stared at him blankly.

“ Not a chance.” He replied immediately, causing the group's laughter to die as quickly as it started.

The men looked at each other for a moment before looking back at Yuno.

“ Then, it looks like we don’t have a choice but to show you why no one refuses to join our group and live to tell about it!”

But before the men could even take a step forward, Yuno rushed towards them and swiftly began to take them out one by one.

Neva and the old man watched in surprise as he landed quick yet precise punches to the men's bodies that knocked them all out cold.

“ No wonder William gave him the name ‘Ace’, because he truly is one.” She thought as she watched him knock one last man out with a direct punch to the jaw.

Yuno quickly fixed his suit jacket as the men on the ground groaned in pain; he hadn’t meant to hit them that hard, but he really hated it when people picked on others that were weaker than them, and when they tried to fight dirty.

“ Not bad, Ace,” Neva said as she walked up to him with one hand on her hip and the other behind her back. “ There’s just one thing you forgot…”

Yuno watched as she pulled what appeared to be a gun from behind her back, and when she pulled the trigger he watched as a pair of wires shot out from the end, flew past him, and hit something behind him.

He slowly turned around to see one of the men he thought he had knocked out earlier standing above him with a wooden plank in his hand. The man stiffened up before quickly falling to the ground as Neva hit the trigger on her taser.

“ Never turn your back on the enemy.”

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[sweethoneyrose83]

Pomni was watching closely, she was trying her best to contain this intense jealously and possessive desire. Watching them swayed together made this burning feeling grow even more, she didn't move from her spot. Seeing another man touch her made her feel so angry, as she continues watching them. Pomni was still watching, she felt relieved when she pulled away from the guy, but she was still very jealous, she watched her walk away, trying to fight off the possessive desire that grew, it's growing, she doesn't want to hold back anymore, she felt the strong craving to just wrap her arm around her waist and pull her close to her.

Pomni watched her, making eye contact, she was tempted to walk over to her, but she stayed where she is, not moving yet.

Inwardly, Pomni smiled when she saw her smile, but her expression stayed blank, as she watched her, the jealous desire grew more intense, it's so strong. The burning desire was now getting hard to resist. Pomni made her way toward her, though she tried to act so casual, trying her best to hide her intense jealous, possessiveness, and crave, she stood a few inches away from her. Pomni couldn't help but look at her, especially that dress, her attention is on her body for a moment, she didn't even try to hide the fact she was staring, she was really possessive right now.

Pomni watched her as she leans in, her attention is now on her as she looks at her, she doesn't lean away as she watches her, the burning desire grows more intense inside her, she bit her lip a little bit.

"How are you enjoying your night?"

"I'm..I'm enjoying my night...how about you?"

Pomni is still trying to hide her possessiveness, but she can't fight off temptation, she looks over her, observing the dress she's wearing, and how the dress hugs her.

" It's quite boring honestly…" She said with a sigh.

"Huh, boring?..well then..maybe we can make this more..interesting?"

Pomni spoke, as she bit her lip a little, trying to hide possessiveness, jealousy, and temptation.

"How so?" She says continuing to drink her wine

"You..know..maybe..we could do something fun.."

Pomni spoke, she was tempted to hold her, but she tried to hide the temptations, she watches her drink, as she bit her lip, trying to control herself.

"What kinda fun~?" She smirks looking at Pomni.

Pomni bit her lip, as she looked her up and down, her face turned slightly red, she was really tempted to hold her, wrap her arm around her waist

"You..know..kinds of fun, maybe a little..risky fun"

She giggles and stays close to Pomni.

"..so what do you say?..want to have some fun, just the two of us?"

Pomni watches her, as she wants to hold her, pull her close, she was tempted to touch her, feel her, pull her close, hold her, she was desperate to do just that.

Trivia wraps her arms around Pomni's neck "I love a little risky fun~"

Pomni can't help but grin a little bit, as she felt her wrap her arms around her neck, temptation, and desire grew even more intense inside of her. The burning feeling of possessiveness grew stronger, she wanted to hold her, she was tempted to grab her around her waist. She didn't, but the temptation was getting harder to ignore.

[sonikkublue]

Is there any characters that we haven't met from the mafia au yet? Like, is there a Rouge or Jet that's yet to be introduced?

Rouge

Honey the Cat

Chaotix

Robotnik

Metal Sonic (he is still a maybe)

Uncle Chuck

all these characters ive listed are characters yall have not seen visually, and sum u havent even heard of yet (till now ofc HFJKS) i do feel like im missin a couple characters, but I'll make a post abt it (hopefully visually) just listin all em

[teddy-the-queer-wizard]

SO

I'm writing if it kills me.

fair warning this is in first person.

Walking through the park, carrying two bags laden with groceries on one arm, while Rus carried the other one... it was easy to forget why he was here.

That he was after only one thing - Edge.

It was easy to walk and talk with him under the dappled light spilling in from the trees to paint light and shadows on Rus' oh so pretty face.

Easy on the eyes, yes, but worse - even easier on the heart.

Oh no Protests the rational part of my mind, but my heart beats a steady yes, yes, yes, in its cage.

May the angel forgive me, I've gone and fallen for the handsome PI.

I hadn't made a conscious decision to stop walking, but I found myself still and Rus half turning to see why. "what's up?" He asked, his voice as always smooth where Edge's was harsh.

My heart was overflowing with its revelation - revolution that it had fought for really - and I wanted to share it, make it clear how I felt.

There was just one problem - he was still significantly taller than me. There was no way of casually planting a kiss on his cheek to make my feelings clear.

"Can I see your hand for a minute?" My odd request came as much of a surprise to me as to him, but with the eay my heart was singing, I had to do something to let him know how I felt.

I'd rather die than just come out and say it though.

"sure?" He says, shifting his bag to one arm and offering me his left hand. I take it in mine, cradling his fingers into my palm and brushing my thumb against his knuckles. Then, before warmth could be replaced with nerves, I bowed my head and placed a kiss along those knuckles.

Looking up slowly, I release his hand and meet his stunned gaze. A delicate haze of orange dusts across his face, and he takes his hand back slowly.

"oh. aren't you just precious." He says in a breathy tone, and I can't help but smile, the caged bird of my heart singing louder in my chest.

[thegirlnextdoorssistersdiary]

Oh my 😳

Sharing Is Caring 🌶️🌶️ { Mafia!AU Joel Miller x Reader x Javier Peña }

{{ Several people asked what would happen if mafia enforcer Joel and corrupt agent Javi existed in the same universe. Then several others suggested the reader should be in a sandwich between them. I’m personally inclined to agree. This is the result. There’s no plot; it’s just smut. }}

CW: 18+ only / smut / language / age gap / degrading talk / unsafe sex / oral sex (m!receiving) / threesome / proceed at own caution?

This fic is for @joelsgirl xoxo

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You’re more than aware that you’re in a dangerous position. Both these men could kill you, think nothing of it, and bury you in a shallow grave somewhere. Hell, nobody would even bother looking. Except maybe the other.

You had never meant to become caught between two men who had more than enough hate and rivalry between them already. Two opposing sides of one coin; a corrupt DEA agent, and the right hand man of the local mafia.

And then there’s you. You serve drinks at a club they both frequent. Dance when you feel like it. Flirt with whoever catches your eye. In this instance, it’s gotten you in a whole load of trouble, with two dangerous men who don’t want to share you.

Too bad, because you’re not entirely sure you want to choose between them.

You were Joel’s first, one of his girls, his favourite. Then Javi got to you, fully intending on interrogating you for information about Joel’s criminal dealings. Only to end up fucking you senseless on the floor instead.

They don’t play fair, and their hate for each other is clear as day, but where you’re concerned? They’re willing to compromise.

It’s intoxicating, knowing you have so much sway over two men who could destroy you without blinking. You don’t take advantage of it, toeing a fine line to keep yourself safe, but you refuse to choose a side.

Which has led you to this situation, pinned between two men who hate each other, who at any other moment would be pointing weapons and trading insults. Brought to a stalemate by their mutual need for you.

You can’t ever say you don’t have power in this life.

The resemblance between them, physically, is startling. They could be brothers, even if Joel is older. Both attractive as hell. Both dangerous. Both fucking incredible in bed.

Joel’s mouth trails kisses down your bare throat, finding a spot he likes before he bites down, sucks a mark into sensitive skin.

“Possessive, much, Miller?” Javi almost drawls it, his accent thicker than usual as he watches, his fingers tracing circles on your hips. He can’t talk; he can’t keep his hands off you, grinding his still clothed cock against your bare ass.

How is it that you’re completely naked and neither of them have taken off anything more than their coats? You suppose it’s only fair that they at least manage to conspire against you for something.

“Reminding her of her place.” Joel doesn’t even bother looking at the other man, licks the mark he’s just left on you.

“Pretty sure she knows her place.” Javi lays a light slap to your ass. “It’s right where she wants to be.”

Of the pair, he’s the least likely to underestimate you. Has a feeling you’re in this situation because you want to be, that in spite of everything, you’re the one in control here.

Joel hates that he agrees with his rival, makes a somewhat grouchy noise of agreement, gives a noncommittal jerk of the head.

“If by that you mean on her knees or on her back with one of our cocks in her, I’m unfortunately inclined to agree.”

You love how they talk about you, like you’re not there. Like you’re just an object for their pleasure. Even more delicious is the way you’re literally pressed between them, Javi grinding against your ass, Joel against your cunt, neither of them trying to disguise how much they want you.

“Definitely.” Javi wraps his hand around your hair, makes a fist in it, turns your head so he can kiss you. It’s not a sweet kiss, not really, more rough and needy and possessive. Like he’s proving a point.

Maybe he is, but Joel doesn’t comment. He knows this alliance is only temporary, doesn’t want to tread on Javi’s toes too heavily. The agreement formed, the bribes and the information passed between them, is as delicate as a house of cards, and you’re the foundation.

Doesn’t mean it doesn’t piss him off, just a little, to see the way you lean into the agent, lips parted, moaning into his mouth. He doesn’t like seeing you so fucking needy for anyone else, even though he’s never officially decided you’re his.

He shouldn’t fucking have to. Everyone else gives you a wide berth, knowing he’s about two steps behind you, possessive and silent as a shadow. Apparently that menacing act doesn’t apply to Javi, doesn’t stop him from throwing down a challenge.

You know you should - theoretically - make a decision, but you’re selfish, and why not admit it? They’re both dangerous, sexy, and you love that they fight over you.

Joel’s rough, scarred hand cups your bare cunt, sliding two thick fingers into you. He’s not playing fair, but it’s immensely fucking satisfying to know that this time, when you moan into Javi’s mouth, it’s because of him.

The latter lets you go, and you get about twenty seconds to breathe before it’s Joel who drags you in, tongue sliding into your mouth and licking against yours in rhythm with his fingers inside you. He can feel you dripping down his knuckles, feel how eager and needy you are, not just for him, but for both of them.

“Such a good, obedient little thing, aren’t you?” Joel removes his fingers from you, turns your body so your back is to his chest. “You’re going to be a good girl and suck his cock now.”

If it wasn’t such a damn good idea, one that benefits him, Javi might have had a dig at Joel for calling the shots, but, well… you’ve got such soft, warm little hands, so eager as you look at him with big doe eyes as you unzip his jeans, pull his hard cock out and stroke it gently.

He hadn’t been so sure about getting you on your knees on a bed between the two of them, but well…

“You just want her pussy first.” He says it anyway, rolling his eyes at Joel.

You bat your eyes at Javi as you settle into a comfortable position, on your knees, your ass pressed against Joel, flick your tongue out to give the tip of his cock a tiny lick.

“We both know you like fucking me when I’m full of his cum.”

He’s not even going to protest that. There’s something immensely filthy about it, about sliding his cock into your tight little cunt after Joel’s used you, fucking a mixture of all three of you deep into you.

Besides the point, you choose that moment to wrap your soft, soft lips around his cock, taking his entire length into your throat, humming softly at the taste of him.

Behind you, Joel strokes himself slowly, watches you for a moment. Waits until you’ve pulled back, teasing the other man by sucking just the tip of his cock to line himself up with your dripping cunt and slam in to the hilt.

The momentum pushes you forward, forcing you to take far more of Javi’s length into your throat than you were prepared for, but to your credit, you don’t choke.

“That wasn’t very nice.” Javi smirks, dark eyes glittering with sadistic amusement as he surveys Joel.

“Fuck off.” The older man rolls his eyes, rough hands on your hips, holding you in place. “She can take it.”

You feel a surge of pride at that, at how well Joel knows your limits, knows what you can handle. He’ll never admit it, but a small part of him cares about you, beyond the physical and sexual aspects of things.

He starts to move properly, drilling his thick cock deep into you, letting the force of his thrusts push you forward, helping you take Javi deeper into your throat, drawing groans from both men.

It’s beyond empowering, knowing that you’re responsible for this, for the sounds they’re making, for the way you can feel Javi’s thigh shaking as you suck on him.

Joel doesn’t relent, not for a moment, slamming into you hard and fast, making you scream around Javi’s cock, knees shaking. Joel’s hands on your waist hold you up, but eventually Javi has to place your hands on his hips to give you something to hold onto.

They’re both rough, relentless, and you love it, feeling every inch of both of them, every slap Joel lays to your ass as he slams into you. He won’t last much longer, he knows this much. You’re too tight, too wet and needy for him, and the sight of you drooling over his rival’s cock is doing… questionable things to him.

Even worse - better? - when you tighten around him, moaning around Javi, cunt soaking his cock drilling into you, giving him more ability to get deeper and deeper inside you, fucking you through the intensity of your release.

He’s close and he knows it. He knows it, you know it, and so does Javi.

“Gonna cum in her already, old man? Can’t say I blame you, she has the tightest cunt I’ve ever seen, but damn.” He’s lazy in his taunting, in the way he’s rocking his hips into your throat, enjoying the way you work your tongue around him, the way your doe eyes are watching him, half rolled back from the feeling of Joel fucking into you.

“Thought I told you to shut the fuck up.” Joel almost growls it, but he doesn’t argue beyond that. He’s too close, you’re too tight, tiny little cunt milking his cock like you were made for it.

Leaning down over you, he pulls you up, away from Javi, crushes your back against his chest as he slams into you, grinding in deep and staying there.

“Such a good fucking girl, so fucking tight for me, such a sweet little pussy, gonna fill you up so good…”

It’s a string of filth that trails off into senseless growls as he slams you down onto his cock, drags another orgasm out of you as he holds you in place as he fills you, hot thick ropes deep into your aching, fluttering cunt.

He stays there for a moment, wants to be selfish, but it’s not all about him. He wants to see you overstimulated, sobbing and begging and needy for the both of them. Still, he’s a little reluctant to release his hold on you, pull out of your heat, idly watching as some of his release drips out of you onto the bed.

Joel likes you on all fours, or riding him, but Javi is the opposite. He likes you pressed beneath him, likes the feel of you under him. Once Joel releases you, he pulls you against his chest, kisses you again before dragging your legs out from under you, pinning your body beneath his.

You don’t even get a chance to react, not really, breath leaving your lungs as he nudges your thighs open with his knee, tosses one leg up over his shoulder before he slams into you, every inch of him sliding in at once, made easier by the slickness of your need and Joel’s cum.

He’s big, and it should hurt, but you’re so wet and needy that it doesn’t, barely stings. The position he has you in isn’t particularly comfortable, but it lets him get deep, lets him lean down and devour your mouth in hungry kisses whenever he feels like it, which is often.

You won’t admit it, but you love how he has such a fixation on kissing you, on nipping at your lips. He doesn’t need you to admit it; he can see it in your eyes, feel it in the way you kiss him back, hook your free leg around his waist as he pounds into you.

Joel lazes back on the bed, watches you with mild interest. You’re so responsive to both of them, but in different way. That’s almost reassuring. That you don’t respond to them both in the same way. That there’s a difference. He doesn’t know why it calms him, makes him less jealous, but it does. He knows how you are with him, and that’s good enough.

Instead he reaches out to stroke your hair, caressing softly as Javi drags his cock out of you, slams back in, over and over until you’re delirious from the pleasure of it, cunt tightening around him.

“That’s it, querida, take it,” Javi soothes you as he drills into you, fucking you hard and fast, sitting up, tossing your other leg over his other shoulder, getting rougher, more erratic.

Joel leans in, kisses you to muffle your screams as you tighten, pulse around the cock buried in your cunt. Your release is what drives Javi straight into his own, over the edge, hands on your waist tight enough to bruise.

“Fuck, baby, so fucking good…” his hips piston against yours, burying himself to the hilt and staying there; you’re so over sensitive you can feel every inch of his cock throbbing inside you as he fills you, adding his own release to the mix inside you, overflowing, dripping out down his cock onto the sheets.

You’re an absolute mess. Beyond a mess. Shaking, trembling on the bed, back arching as you try to recover. Javi gives you a moment, trying to breathe himself, before he pulls out of you, admires the mess he’s made. Joel shifts to take his place, pulling you gently against him, your head in his lap.

“Fuck, should take a picture.” He mutters to himself, surveying you a bit longer before he rolls off the bed, zips his jeans up.

“Won’t stop you.” You answer sleepily.

“You might not, but he will.” Javi nods over at Joel, who’s still idly playing with your hair, having already fixed his own pants a while back. “Ain’t that right?”

“That’s right.” Joel runs his hand along your side possessively; the game is over now, and he’s no longer interested in sharing you. He tolerates this because you want it, but he has no interest in letting Javi get cocky.

“Didn’t think so.” Javi grins, loops his coat over his shoulder, digs a packet of cigarettes out the pocket and lights one. You watch him, still dazed, as he slides his shoes back on, cigarette dangling from his lips.

He crosses back to the bed, drops the end of the cigarette into the ashtray on the side table, then leans down to kiss your forehead. Mostly to piss Joel off, but also because he wants to.

“I’ll catch you around, Miller.” He crosses the room, to the door, turns back to give you a brief fleeting look before he’s gone, closing the door behind him, leaving you nestled in Joel’s arms, and any resentment he may have about that with you.

[pretend-i-don-t-exist]

sy trying to create a pidw au would be so funny

i feel like he'd actually commit to it to spite airplane. at first, it garnered attention bc it was from the peerless cucumber, notorious critic and biggest pidw hater, so ofc they're all curious how pidw would look like in his eyes. it was surprisingly (well not really, considering the tens of paragraphs peerless cucumber wrote during his rants, all of which have immaculate grammar and spelling— bc ofc he can't let anyone find something to nitpick on his review so they're forced to see the point!) well-written and definitely more plot-focused.

majority of the readers disappeared after the first few chapters, mainly because of the lack of smutty scenes, but those that do remain are very engaged. one of them is airplane's burner account, when he needs to separate himself from his airplane persona. he's really, really curious as to what his hater is doing to his work.

he... he actually likes it. it's not really the novel he envisioned when he was first working on pidw, nor does it contain all the elements of his original draft, but it was good. he likes it a lot better than what pidw turned out to be.

airplane spent so much time contemplating and considering before finally saying fuck it, and dms peerless cucumber to see if he can work as a co-author with him and they can rewrite pidw together. he even sends parts of the original draft (what was left of it, anyway) as incentive!

it takes a long week before even peerless cucumber replies, and by then he has written a novella detailing how much better the original draft was and him screaming very informally at why airplane had to cast it aside.

lol i need money bro im broke af and porn sells, airplane answers.

it takes another week before peerless cucumber finally answers. then live with me, his message reads. no rent. i'll pay for whatever food you want. and whatever bills you have. just write a good fucking novel, i swear to god.

airplane thinks it's a joke, until he receives the address. an actual penthouse. in the richest streets of guangzhou. there is also a request to meet up (seeing as they don't actually know each other, and sy's brothers are very intent on not getting him murdered in his sleep) and airplane, after much, much thinking, accepts.

airplane does not really know what to feel when he finally meets and talks to shen yuan— pampered third son of a very wealthy family, with two protective older brothers and an even more protective little sister— and sy is just. well. he's exactly airplane's type. the beautiful, ice prince who apparently has only shown this much emotion around airplane. sy's meimei had told him cheerfully and then threatened to gut him if he so much as steps a foot out of line. airplane is starting to feel like he's just met a mafia family.

shen yuan's family aside, airplane is actually living his best life. he no longer has to worry about money. he lives in a luxurious (gods he has never seen such a large bedroom before wtf) penthouse without needing to pay rent (!!!) and utilities (!!!) and even food (!!!). he can write as much as he wants. this must be what artists felt like when they're taken care of noble families in exchange for their art.

he does... well. he and peerless cucumber are friends now. they work on the rewrite together. airplane keeps finding out many things, like how shen yuan likes his tea with a lot of honey, dislikes milk chocolate, and prefers drawing over writing. he also runs hot during the night, when he sleeps.

how does airplane know that? well. bros gotta do what bros gotta do. it's a good thing they both like to cuddle.

[ailoda]

updated: 17.02.25

ᯓ★ mob!au

Run For Your Life (❤✘): he was away from the city for a while, chasing after some bastards who betrayed him. But the traitors were no longer breathing now and Bucky Barnes was finally able to come home to the city he ruled. Mostly, he was excited to come back and see his girl again. However when he got to the strip club where you worked as a waitress, he didn’t find you there. They told him you didn’t work there anymore. No one knew where you went, or why you left. Nobody even knew your real name. Now it was up to him to search the whole wide world to find a nameless girl – one he was obsessively, mindlessly in love with. (@sinner-as-saint) (warning: stalking tendencies)

Passionfruit (❤✘): you spend a well deserved lazy day with your mafia husband and son… plus Bucky getting a little handsy. (@kurogxrix)

Look Don't Touch (❤): you accidentally walk onto your husband and his men during a meeting, clad in nothing else but a tight-fitting top and a baby in your arms. The sight is enough to send the many men drooling, but Bucky reminds them that you’re only his to look at, and will always be. (@kurogxrix)

The Alchemy (❤❅✘): about a decade ago you left your home and ran away, looking for a fresh start after having had your heart broken by the boy you loved. Now you’re back and turns out Bucky Barnes – the same man who once broke your heart – is adamant on tormenting you some more. But why? Why does he want you back at all cost when he was the one who once pushed you away and crushed your heart like it meant nothing to him? What secrets has he been keeping for almost a decade? Most importantly, what truly happened that night he broke your heart? (@sinner-as-saint) (warning: forced marriage/marriage of convenience, possessive behaviours)

4 Minutes (✘): you and Bucky had limited time to spend intimately during the past few days, leaving you both extremely sexually frustrated. When your son’s occupation offers you 4 minutes of free time, Bucky’s damn adamant on making your legs shake in less than 3. (@kurogxrix)

Protector (❤✧): ironically, the man with blood on his hands and a permanent target on his back was the one you’d never felt safer with. (@cherryrogers) (warning: mild violence, assault, stalking, mentions of illness, death)

Honey, There Is No Right Way (❤❅✘): when you agree to be the feared mobster Bucky Barnes’ sugar baby, you expect to get enough money to pay your bills. what you don’t expect is to fall head over heels for him. (@bonky-n-steeb)

A Love For The (P)ages (❤): Bucky might be the baddest mob boss in the city but he’s the softest and sweetest husband in the Universe. (@jobean12-blog)

Stealing Hearts (❤❅✘): his mansion was highly secured, and yet, breaking in and trying to steal from him was rather easy for a skilled thief like yourself. Key word: trying. Of course you got caught by his men. And the mob boss was known to be ruthless, cold, merciless – the list of his villainy was endless – so you thought he’d end you the moment he laid eyes on a thief like you. However, he didn’t. Instead, he made you an unusual offer. One you couldn’t resist. (@sinner-as-saint)

Come Home (❤✘): Bucky comes home to find you and your son asleep in your bed and his heart damn near explodes with how much he loves his family. And after putting your baby to sleep, Bucky proceeds to show you just how grateful he is to have you and how much he loves you… (@sinner-as-saint)

I Am Your Fall (❤❅✘): you’re hiding from your past, in Madripoor. You did nothing wrong, other than mix dangerous business with a lot of pleasure. You couldn’t go home because… he would find you, and Madripoor was the only place he didn’t do business, or had any allies or friends. But little did you know that the mob boss had finally found you, after obsessively looking for you ever since you left, and left him in pieces. He didn’t want revenge, he just wanted the one thing he had hopelessly fallen in love with; who also happened to be the one who had betrayed him and hurt him more than anyone or any bullet ever did before - you. (@sinner-as-saint)

Fallin' For Ya (❤): Bucky finds himself standing in front of your door with a bouquet of roses, wondering when he’s ever allowed his stone-cold mafia heart to fall in love with you. (@kurogxrix)

Yours To Wield (❤❅✘): with the enemy threatening to obliterate your family, you’re left with no choice but to take the hit just so he would spare your loved ones. Belonging to a mafia family requires sacrifices to be made at every step, and in order to save your family you make the ultimate one - you offer yourself up to the enemy. Bucky Barnes isn’t a man one negotiates with, he owns this city and whatever he says is considered law. But when you come to him with an irresistible offer, he bends his own rules for you. What starts out as an agreement becomes so much more, and the two of you find love where it wasn’t supposed to be. But rare are the love stories which don’t include some sort of war. (@sinner-as-saint)

Lover Boy (❅✘): it's the Bridgerton carriage scene, but make it mob!Bucky. (@cryptidcasanova)

Starting Over (❤❅): when Bucky throws you out of the house for a betrayal and won't listen to your side of the story, you know the only way out is through - it's time to start over. Maybe this was never going to be your happy ending. (@sashaisready)

Guard Dog (❤❅): Bucky doesn't take too kindly to people hurting his wife. (@auroralwriting)

Adore Her, Dior Her (❤): what good is having all that money if he can't spend it on the woman he loves? (@queers-gambit)

Ending, Beginning (❤❅): after months of physical therapies, Y/N was finally back in town and ready to jump right back into business as usual. Bucky, however, disagreed; he didn’t want her anywhere near the club anymore. (@leascorner)

The Threat of Intimacy (❅✘✧): a beautiful bride marrying the man of your dreams. But when faced with what comes after the vows and first dance as Mr. and Mrs Barnes, you suggest that a particular arrangement be made. (@darkdemeter)

Bad Romance (❤❅✘): in Brooklyn, everyone knows the unwritten rule: you don’t cross James Barnes. When you return after nearly half a decade, things are anything but the same. After the murder of your Uncle, you begin to learn that no one is who they say they are, and that you may have accidentally given your heart to a mobster; The White Wolf of Brooklyn. More dangerous than that, he’s given you his. (@samthemarvelfan)

Promises (❤❅): when your parents are murdered in cold blood, you turn to the most feared man on the east coast for answers. (@preciousbarnes) (warning: graphic depictions of murder)

Suite Spades (✘): at the club where you danced it wasn’t unusual for you to have regulars, they were normally gross married men but there was one regular that stood out from the rest, your favorite. a grumpy ‘business’ man with a black metal arm. (@lostalioth)

new! My Devotion (❅✘✧): the one where Bucky doesn’t take your breakup well. (@cryptidcasanova)

[ilium-ilia]

In Limbo

simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader | mafia!au | masterlist

Chapter Twenty-Four: my girl

tw: smut, anxiety, mention of past non-con, blood/wounds, (slight blood kink if you squint really hard)

The stubble of Simon’s jaw scrapes against the side of your neck as he kisses you, teeth hovering over your carotid artery—yearning, but not biting; not yet. 

His knees press into the mattress, then hook beneath your thighs. Grunting, he pushes you up the bed, duvet dragging along beneath your body, bunching up around your head as if crowning you in a pillow of murky water. He pretends he does not feel the pull of thread—the way marred flesh wishes to separate, never to mend, always a gaping wound. He’s tasted you. Now, the only thing powerful enough to stop him from devouring you whole is your word. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he murmurs hot against your skin. “Was bein’ a real arse.” 

Fingers running along the back of his skull, catching the short strands of his hair in your grasp, you hold him close in the crook of your neck. “You had me worried to death. 

“I know. I know, baby. Let me make it up to you.” 

His mouth wanders up. Throat, jaw, chin, lips—heavy on yours, grounding you while your arms wrap against the back of his neck again. Keeping him close. Keeping him safe. You think that as long as the two of you can stay like this, you’ll never let him go. You’ll never let him stray where harm can snatch him away from you. Not again. Not like this. 

Simon leans back, breaking your union with a quiet pop as the heels of his hands trowel into the mattress to keep himself from crushing you. You nearly begin to mourn the loss of him as he shimmies down your legs, but that loss abandons you the moment he leans to the side, leg bending, hand hooking beneath your knee to gently pry your legs open. 

The speed in which you comply shames you. You spread wide—you fall apart. Nothing but shards in his grasp, and Simon isn’t afraid to be torn to shreds as he falls back over you, hips nestled between your thighs, lips on yours again now that he can finally get closer to you. 

Dazed, you let him take control all while your hands mindlessly wander his body. Fingertips press into the bulging muscles in his back, and the thick layer of skin that covers them, over his scalp, the sides of his face, his chest. When you feel his heart thudding against his sternum, you almost start crying again. 

This is real. He is real, and in your arms, and Simon Riley is yours. 

“Fuck.” His curse is quiet. Forehead resting against your collarbones, nose pressing into your chest, he hisses between his teeth. “You dunno what you do to me, sweetheart.” 

Goosebumps dance along your skin as his thumbs start to hook beneath your shirt, rubbing at your waist. Your mind goes blank as his fingers wrap around your sides and dance towards the small of your back. Simon nearly groans when you lift your body, hands pulling at your shirt—an invitation, a request. He looks up at you, lips parted with excitement as he removes the unwanted garment. 

You try to keep the shame at bay as you lay here, chest bare, breasts fully exposed for Simon’s viewing. When you stare up at him, you realize that you’re too full of something else to feel that undesired trepidation. And when his hands reach for you, cupping your tits, you can only smile before his lips are on you again. 

A squeak escapes you as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. The warmth of his tongue running over the sensitive tissue has you experiencing something you never could recreate on your own. He scratches an itch you didn’t even know you had, forcing your back to arch into him. Soft tissue against his maw, pushing against bone, caught between careful teeth. When he chuckles, it gets caught in his throat—thick, like honey. 

“That feel good, baby?” he asks as he peppers kisses over your chest. 

Nodding your head, you hum in confirmation as he begins to move lower. Simon crawls down your body, lips pressing below your navel, fingers curling into your pants, nails grazing along your hip bones. Blinking, you look up at him as he leans back to view you—his ardor manifests in his eyes, sweet walnut burning to a crisp with his desire. 

“Yeah? Could give you more, if you want.” 

Eyes fluttering, you’re raising your hips off the bed in invitation before you can fully comprehend what you’re doing. 

“Please,” you say, voice tight, near pathetic. 

Simon’s avidity is poorly hidden as he yanks your bottoms off, panties and all, before discarding them into some forgotten corner of the world. He sits back on his haunches to look at you, and for a split moment you feel your stomach twist as you take in the sight of his wound. Puffy, irritated skin protrudes in an angry line through the scraps of his shirt, stitches hardly holding the edema. 

It only worsens as you look down at yourself. 

You stare at your mons and the way your pubic hair grows out, and you’re suddenly thrown back in time to another one of Marco’s torturous tirades. Always caught between voracious teeth, your only salvation from being devoured is from Marco’s dissolute enjoyment in watching you squirm. It was grueling. Suffocating. He went on and on about how he imagined you looked beneath the clothes you always wear—what you hide yourself with. Menthol burning your nose, heart thudding in your chest, you can still hear him. Still feel him. 

Bet you’re nice and smooth down there. Clean, like the cute little school girl you are, aren’t you? A nice pretty pussy. 

You don’t know why you started shaving after that—fear, mostly. Anxious that if you ever did take him up on his wretched offer, and your body wasn’t the way he imagined it to be, that you would suffer through that pain all for nothing. That he would take that part of you and hold onto it forever and you would still be stuck where you always have been, where you always will be—

—all thoughts of Marco and your stomach-churning past dissipates the moment Simon’s mouth lands on your inner thigh. 

Open lips, dull teeth against your skin, his kisses trail upwards just as he settles himself on the bed between your legs, head resting in the widening space between your thighs. Nothingness swallows your mind, numbs it in sweet euphoria just as Simon kisses your sex. His arms curl underneath you, shoulders burrowing beneath your legs, hands spreading flat over your stomach as if bracing himself before diving in. 

Twitching fingers press into the back of his head the moment his tongue finds your clit. Warmth sears through you, cleaving you clean in half, splitting your torso until your gooey insides are on display, steam emanating from your core as Simon continues to feed that heat into you. It prickles like needles into your cheeks, then flushes down your neck and to your chest—is this nirvana? The ecstasy you’ve always thought that has been too far from your reach? 

As Simon continues—hands pressing into your stomach, lips suckling at your clit, gasps falling from your mouth—you notice the world begins to sway. The bed rocks as if moved by the gentle waves of the ocean; turbulence of the marine. When you pick your head up off the bed and look past the expanse of Simon’s shoulders and back, you realize his hips move. Gentle, rocking; he’s grinding into the mattress, grunts smothered by your cunt. 

Eyes nearly rolling into the back of your sockets, your skull crashes back onto the bed, hands eagerly pulling at him, mind spinning faster than gears on a broken clock. Everything pulls taut; muscles threatening to shred themselves apart, core tensing as if ready for a blow—your back arches. Your vision becomes prismatic. Multicolored waves of incandescent water rippling as it grows larger, swallowing you whole, devouring you until—

—it crashes. Sends fractures all throughout your body until the heat of your blood feels too much to bear. The sound that leaves you feels foreign on your tongue. An animal howl. A fox’s cry. Simon takes it as praise and runs with it, still working along your clit, lapping at the arousal that drips from you, at the spit, drinking up your whining until your voice breaks. 

“Ah! Simon,” you gasp. 

Palm against his forehead, you push him away with writhing hips, thighs quivering, twitching uncontrollably, and though it feels like marring himself, he unlatches. Simon leans back and stares up at you, pupils wide, surveying you, anxious to have caused harm or discomfort. All his worries melt away when he sees the exhausted smile on your lips and how your chest heaves in breathless chuckles. 

“Fuck, that was- I…” The words escape you. They stumble and fall, crashing to the ground before they’re fully gestated, but Simon silences the thoughts as he hums and begins to crawl up over you again, palms digging into the mattress until he’s blanketing your body and hiding his face in the crook of your neck. 

Though your body feels like liquid, you manage to wrap your arms around his neck, holding his head close to you as the dopamine waves of your orgasm ebb and flow. Simon’s body is a comfortable weight upon yours, but you notice a distinct shift. Something swelling. Growing. It presses against you. Cuts into your thigh. Its need screams, and still Simon doesn’t speak a word about it. 

“So goddamn beautiful,” he mumbles between kisses against the side of your throat. 

Humming at his praise, you return the gesture with a kiss to the top of his head. “You’re so good to me, Si.” 

“Yeah?” he prompts. “Does this mean you forgive me?” 

His teasing pulls a chuckle from you, but you sigh in contemplation as your thumb rubs along the nape of his neck. “Maybe. I might still have to think about it.” 

“Oh?” 

Simon falls to the side with a grunt, fresh wound pressing into the duvet as he situates himself beside you. Still too much of a liquid to properly move, you turn your head to follow him, eyes studying his face and the bright pink that dusts the thin skin of his throat. His fingers trace your collarbones before gently gliding down the valley between your breasts, past your navel—down, down, down before they’re running through the overgrown hair on your mons. 

“Reckon I should put a bit more work in, then.” 

His fingers rub along your overworked clit, sending jolts of electricity through your body that forces your legs to twitch. A shaky breath expels from your lungs as your eyes screw shut, hand reaching out for his shoulder for stability. It’s too much, yet not enough. Half of your body yearns for another release, while the other half is still stuck with Simon’s tongue on your sex. 

He drinks in the way your body shivers beneath his touch. Simon thinks this might be the first time he’s seen you so relaxed. Not even in your sleep are you this malleable—so far removed from worry that the stress no longer manifests in the fibers of every muscle in your body. 

Grunting, he props himself up with his elbow before cupping your cheek. When he leans in for another kiss, you realize you can taste yourself on his lips. The sapor is thick. Musky with hidden brine. The union remains chaste before he’s pulling away and prodding at your mouth with the pad of his thumb. 

“Open f’me, baby,” he whispers. 

Mindlessly, you obey. Jaw unhinging, he takes the opportunity to press his fingers into your mouth, middle and ring gliding along your tongue. Iron—it flows over your tongue like fresh ichor wet in your mouth. He watches your eyes go blank while your lips close around him, cheeks nearly hollowing out as if to suck him in further. Cursing, he pulls himself free before his fingers float down between your legs, quickly prodding at your cunt before slowly sinking in. 

He smothers your gasp with a kiss just as the burn kicks in. It’s a cleansing sort of fire. Something holy. Near divine. It only consumes you more as he pushes deeper, knuckles spreading you further than you’ve ever been able to do on your own fingers, hitting deeper, petting that spot inside you that has your vision tunneling. Simon keeps things steady, restraining himself to the point his muscles shake and shiver. He doesn’t allow himself to speed up until your hips begin to move, urging his pace to pick up. 

“Oh fuck, Si, t-that feels so good, I…” Your voice wanders off, punctuated with a small squeak as his palm grinds against your clit. 

“Yeah?” he asks. He props himself up further, body hovering over yours, desperate to see every thought that flickers through your glassy eyes. 

You’re full. Worked open. Cunt fluttering tight around his fingers—sweat glues you to the mattress, sheets sticking to your feverish skin as Simon forces you to melt into the bed. Always so tightly wound—you and your silly string—you unravel. Frayed edges. Bare wire. 

You always thought sex would be scarier than this. Something to dread. Something that would hurt and pull you apart piece by piece until you were dismembered and on display—nothing but carrion for vultures to peck at. Something to feed while you were left to starve. But there’s no room inside of you. There’s no space for your fear, for any trepidation, for Marco. 

It’s just you and Simon. 

“Please!” 

The word erupts from your mouth before you fully understand what you’re even asking for, but the moment your hands find Simon’s stomach, you realize it. It’s been in front of you this whole time. 

“Please, Si,” you murmur as his fingers begin to slow. “I want you. I-I need you so bad.” 

Simon’s fingers go still, fat digits still keeping you open as he exhales, warm breath traversing across your face. He stares at you like you’ve spoken some unfamiliar language. Brows furrowing, lips pursing—his eyes betray his confusion. Deep down, that same concupiscence rises from the depths, surfacing in a gossamer glint. 

“You sure, sweetheart?” he questions.

His voice rumbles deep in his throat, and when he feels the way you clench around his fingers at the mere sound of him alone, something writhes inside of him. A monster waiting to break free. A beast waiting to devour. Simon nearly comes undone when you nod and your hips buck against him once more, chasing the stimulation he’s halted. 

“Yes. Please, Simon.” 

It doesn’t take much more convincing than that. Your very word alone could bring him to his knees, and if he wasn’t already lying next to you, it just might have. Carefully, he pulls his fingers out of you before his body moves away from yours, slipping off of the bed and onto his feet. In a single, rigid motion, he shucks his shirt off, presenting his torso and the injured flesh that lies beneath. 

Able to finally take in the full view of what Marco had done to him, your stomach drops when you realize how far back it goes. It slices along his ribs, going so far along bone and muscle that you don’t think your hand could fully wrap around the cut. Then, there’s the stitches. How many of them there are. How the skin pulls away from the thread. 

For a moment, you forget all about it as Simon’s hands work at the button of his trousers. Belt flinging free with a clink, blue jeans falling past his hips and over his thighs. Then, he is finally bare before you. Fatty muscle coating his abdomen, dark hair below his navel, a wide scar on his thigh—a thick cock in his hand, and the odd silver dots that line the shaft. 

“What is that?” The question leaves your mouth before you are able to think better of it, but you still can’t get your eyes to leave him. Ruddy tip, fat veins—you’ve never been so eagerly terrified in your life. 

As he finishes kicking his jeans off, Simon looks down at himself with furrowed brows before a crooked smirk pulls at his lips. “Oh, these?” he asks. He pulls his cock up so that it’s flat against his stomach, underside in plain view. You try not to pay attention to how far along his own abdomen it reaches, or how it’s supposed to compare to your own body. “My piercings?” 

“Piercings?” you repeat. Now that he’s said it, it makes perfect sense. Several barbells cut through his skin, all lining up like railroad tracks along the bottom of his penis. You count a dizzying amount of piercings… 3…4…5…

“It’s called a Jacob’s Ladder,” Simon chuckles as he lets himself go. Instead, he leans forward, hands hooking beneath your knees to pull you closer to the edge of the bed. Your squealing giggle makes him grin wider than you’ve ever seen as he places your legs to rest on either side of his hips. “Makes sex feel better. Both for me, and you.” 

As if to prove his point, Simon rests his cock on you. It’s warmer than you expected—emenating heat from his needy tip as his shaft settles right into your slit. Then, he moves. Languid thrusts, his piercings run along your clit with ease, well aided by his tongue and mouth from before, and you gasp as that electricity begins to build once more. Each bell sends a jolt through your body. Back and forth, as if sawing you open, your body shivers. 

“O-Oh, that feels- yeah that’s good,” you stutter just as your eyes flutter shut. 

Humming, Simon leans forward. One hand holding himself up, and the other cradling the back of your head to look at him, you feel the way he grinds into you, how he leaks onto your abdomen, warm and sticky. “Yeah? Do you want more, baby?” 

Bottom lip catching between your teeth, you nod. Simon chuckles and shakes his head as his thumb rubs along your jaw. 

“Gonna need to hear it from ya, sweetheart,” he goads. 

“Please, yes, I-I want more,” you spew like a broken faucet. “I love you so much, Si, I just- oh fuck.” 

Lining himself up with your cunt, he hardly pushes in before your mind is wiped clean—slate fresh and glistening. You try to throw your head back as he goes further, but Simon’s grip won’t let you. He keeps you steady. He keeps you looking at him as he moves in, then slightly out, then further; easing himself, letting you take all the time you need. 

Once he fully bottoms out, you exhale hot against his face. Your body is so full, so heavy. He’s filling something you never knew was empty, something you know he can’t leave because if he does, then you’ll always be aware of this cavern. Of this void within you. 

Then, his lips are on yours, drinking you in, palm against the base of your skull to hold you steady as he begins his thrusts. They’re careful, near courteous. Each drag brings with it a slow wave of fire that burns and spits. Swirling embers rising in your chest, up your throat, into his own mouth as you groan with shaky vocal cords. Your hands reach for Simon’s shoulders to hold yourself steady through the rocking as you moan into his mouth, knees digging into his sides. 

Simon only allows himself to speed up when your hips begin to writhe again, silently begging for more. Even then you can feel the restraint building within his muscles. How he chains himself back, collared and leashed, a bad dog turned good yet still yearning to fall back in his old ways. 

“That feels so good,” you mumble against his mouth. Humming in agreement, Simon trails kisses along your face until he’s burrowed in the side of your neck again. Dull teeth nip at your tender skin, and you gasp. “I just—fuck—this is- you are…” 

None of your words come out right. Jumbled. Half formed. Still, Simon smiles against your skin. 

“Yeah, baby? You’re so goddamn perfect, you know that?” he asks. His hips jerk forward, rougher this time, like a tick he can’t hold back, and your mellifluous gasp has him yearning for more. “Drivin’ me fuckin’ insane. I’d do anythin’ for you. Fuckin’ anything, you know that?” 

When you can’t bring yourself to think of a coherent answer, Simon pulls his torso off of you, body leaning back so that he’s standing once more. Hands gripping your hips, he once again pulls you closer, bum halfway off of the bed, before he hooks his arms beneath your knees, pushing your legs closer to your chest. This angle has him slicing through you, cock stretching you wide, pistoning so deep into your cunt that each thrust has you losing your breath. 

You slap a palm over your mouth to hold back a contorted moan. “Oh my god, Simon, f-fuck!” 

“My girl,” Simon growls over the lewd squelching of your pussy. “Gonna take good care of you. Gonna do whatever it fuckin’ takes. I love you so fuckin’ much, baby. Fuckin’ hell, I’m- you dunno what you fuckin’ do to me, sweetheart.” 

Knees pressed further to your chest, you feel that cord within you begin to fray. Exposed wire. Charged metal. Sparking. Shooting. Igniting. Your toes curl as your knees begin to stiffen, but Simon doesn’t allow you to become too rigid. Pushing himself deep inside and growing still, he drops one of your legs so that his hand is free to thumb over your clit, and you squeal. His name falls from your lips, fragmented and brittle, and he groans. 

“Yeah, that’s right, baby. C’mon. Yeah. Yeah, that’s it.”

Then, he feels it. The contractions. Heavy, throbbing, pulling tight around him, fluttering like butterfly wings and a hummingbird’s heart. And he sees it. You. Eyes widening, then closing, pulse pounding in your neck, jumping through your skin as your head tilts back, mouth half open, breasts pushing into the air. 

His girl lays out before him, cracked open, spilling like pomegranate seeds from an empty husk with a smile on her face. Simon doesn’t think he can fall more in love with you than he is in this moment. The sweet ivory peeking between wetted lips. The weak perspiration that dances along your collarbones. Something within him lurches despite the lack of stimulation—it tightens like a hand around his throat, snapping free like a rubber band pulled past its limit. 

“Shit,” he hisses. 

Simon yanks himself free of you, and you gasp at the sudden loneliness inside your cunt. Raising your head off of the mattress, you watch the way his hand wraps around the base of his cock, knuckles white as his cum shoots free in long lines on your stomach. He pants, chest heaving and stomach tensing, muscles faintly showing through a comfortable layer of fat, and you find yourself breathlessly laughing. 

You think you finally understand what everyone means when they talk about sex; this was… fun. 

Collapsing on top of you, Simon’s body blankets your torso, lips once more on your throat, cum smearing on your stomachs. Your laughs continue to flow as his stubble scrapes your skin, and you hum at the way his arms tighten around you, pulling you close, keeping you safe. 

For a moment, as the two of you lay there in each other’s arms, the world feels quiet. There is not a single car running through the street or vibration that cuts through the wall—there is only your heart beating in tandem with Simon’s. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” Simon lazily murmurs into your neck. 

“Me?” you repeat with a scoff. “Yeah fucking right. I’m not the one who came home with a million stitches.” 

His silence is smothered by a quiet smile against your skin. “Anythin’ for you, sweetheart.” 

The heels of his hands dig into the mattress as he pushes himself up, feet on the floor, body awkwardly leaning into you and the bed. Simon stares down at you and your glowing skin, that radiating smile no longer shrouded in secret fear, in skipped heartbeats, or agita. His cum still stains your skin—thickening as it cools, bright sheen going dull as it dries—but his smirk fades when he sees the red. 

Ichor. Fresh, oxygenated blood. Splatters. Drips. Bright spots on your torso. Grimacing at the sensation, you look down at yourself alarmed, but your eyes only grow wider when you notice the several popped stitches that fray along the laceration on his chest. 

“Simon, your cut,” you remind. 

“Didn’t even feel it.” He says with a huff. “It’s nothing. I think I’ve got a few butterfly bandages somewhere.” 

This is the part of sex no one ever told you about—the aftermath. The tending. Both you and Simon end up in the master bathroom together, fully naked, cleaning one another up. Wet rag against your stomach, he cleans up his mess. The best and worst parts of him that stain your skin soaked up in pink tinged cotton and tossed aside. Each swipe along your body is followed by a kiss. You are not disgusting or ruined from his intimate touch—you are all the more attractive. All the more loved. 

When it’s your turn, you sew him together with trembling hands. Untrained fingers delicately place bandages and pull skin together, mending the damage Marco had caused. Here, up close, you get to see just how far the harm goes. Further than skin deep. Further than it ever should have gone. He makes no sound as you pull the bandages taut, but you see the clenching of his jaw, the heat building in his throat. Simon hides it well, but it still hurts him. His anger still dwells somewhere within him, coursing through every artery and vein that has yet to cauterize shut. 

Once you’re finished, you wash your hands clean in the sink, rosy water swirling down the drain. Simon presses himself behind you, chest against your back, bare skin melting together, arms wrapped around your torso. You’re hardly able to dry your hands before you’re being assaulted with an onslaught of kisses. 

“You’re adorable,” you chuckle, damp hands resting on his forearms. 

“Thought I was an idiot?” he challenges. 

“That, too.” 

Gently, he spins you around to face him before he’s embracing you properly. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you rest your head against him. The two of you begin to sway. Bare feet on cold tile. Skin tightening from the cold, yet basking in his warmth. Your eyes flutter shut. Your mind buzzes, unknown radio frequencies cutting through your brain, nothing but a jumbled mess. 

“How’re you feelin’ baby?” he asks. Careful fingers glide along your spine, tracing the curve.

“Good,” you hum. “Maybe a little sore. Definitely ready for bed.” 

“Sore?” Simon repeats, alarmed. “I wasn’t too rough, was I? You could’ve told me to stop if-” 

“No,” you interject, grip on him tightening. “No, it was good. Perfect.” Head rising from his body, you look at him, eyes locking together. “I love you.” 

With one more kiss, the two of you prepare for bed. Simon opts to wear an old tanktop marred with grease and oil stains to ensure he doesn’t bleed on the sheets, and in no time the lights are off and the two of you are in each other’s arms. Head on his chest, right ear pressed against his ribs, the sound of his heart and blood filling your hearing—you’re almost able to fall asleep before it hits you. 

The mess. 

It’s halfway through February. Your last payment to Marco was in November. You doubt he’s idly sitting by, content with the fact that you’ve vanished from existence. That you’re here in Simon’s arms, virginity gone, no longer his to claim. His discontent is proved by the forming scar now tainting Simon’s skin. Swallowing, you nuzzle your nose further into his side. 

“Si?” you ask. 

“Yeah, baby?” 

“When you said Marco had pictures of me… what… what kind of pictures were they?” 

Even motionless in bed you feel the change in Simon’s body. The tension slices through him worse than a blade, unkind and unrelenting. Fingers curling. Fists clenching. It’s like he’s back in Tsar Trading again. Ready to fight. Ready to kill. 

“You shouldn’t worry ‘bout that, baby,” he whispers as he pulls you closer. 

The beat that separates your thoughts and mouth lasts for only a second. 

“They were from that day, weren’t they? The one I told you about, when Marco made me…” It dies on your tongue. Shrivels. Dissipates into dust. 

There’s no use in lying to you. “Yeah.” 

Silence falls over you like a weighted blanket, but Simon doesn’t dig for a response too quickly. He lets it settle. Lets it surface the way it needs to—naturally, slowly, lest he causes more harm. 

“I always thought that people were taking pictures,” you admit, voice more even than you anticipated. “I never knew for sure because he wouldn’t—like—let me look anywhere else but… well… I just—their sneers. The laughing. I just don’t know if the closure makes me feel better or worse.” 

“He’ll pay for it one day,” Simon promises. It’s a solemn troth that ought to scare you, but doesn’t. “I know that won’t make you feel better, but he’ll never do anythin’ like that again. He’ll leave you alone. Won’t ever lay a fuckin’ finger on you. You’ll at least get to heal from that cunt ‘n everything he did to you.” 

Yes. Payment. Revenge. Simon has told you as such over these last few weeks that he’ll take care of everything for you, still, there is secrecy to his words. There is something he’s withholding. When he first mentioned it—this nameless task he must complete for your sake—it only worried you. 

Now, it terrifies you. 

“Will you have to eat a cockroach for it?” you anxiously jest. 

“Maybe,” he humors. 

You hum, but it’s dull. Empty. Lacking warmth. “Will you at least tell me what it is before you have to do it? What it really is? Whatever… whatever it is?”

His thumb glides over your arm, gently rubs into your skin. Lovingly. Adoringly. “Course.” Leaning up, he presses a kiss to the crown of your head. “Try not to worry ‘bout it too much, baby. Like I said, I’ll take care of it.” 

“Okay.” 

“Promise?” 

A chuckle escapes you when Simon throws your own verbiage back in your face. Grinning, your fingers tap against his sternum, gentle and mindless, like he’s the only distraction you need. 

“Promise.”

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[unattainablesillygoose]

sugar and vice - epilogue

[continued from Part 23]

FOUR MONTHS LATER

Ice clinked against the stainless steel of her coffee tumbler like hollow wind chimes. She brought the pastel pink container to her lips, taking a careful sip. She’d already spilled some of it in her lap, and now brown spots dotted the yellow of her dress. Carefully, she set the tumbler down beside her, taking a moment to glance up at the scenery around her.

It was a golden-yellow summer day with a cloudless sky, save for the smog hanging over the city. Despite last week’s heat wave, the temperature was more moderate today, giving New York a much-needed break. From a bench in Central Park, she sat beneath the canopy of towering oak trees. A breeze rolled through that chilled her skin delightfully, aided by the icy beverage in her cup.

Nearby, a flock of pigeons scavenged for crumbs. On this particular Saturday, construction sounds were minor, reduced to distant echoes. The bright sounds of a street musician’s violin floated on the wind from nearby in the park. She heard a whistle from a group of children in the distance as they practiced soccer kicks. 

Soccer would be good for Bella, she thought. The seven-year-old girl had tons of energy and legs that were longer than she knew what to do with. Ever since the Olympics and watching Space Jam: A New Legacy, Bella had been obsessed with becoming the next WNBA champion. She described LeBron’s performance as a masterpiece. 

Her aunt knew better than to let her personal opinion spoil the girl’s fun.

That had been a good day. Today was a good day. She mused to herself as she took a breath. She was aware of the fact that the day wasn’t technically over. And perhaps there wasn’t anything particularly different from yesterday. But as her muscles relaxed beneath warm rays of sun on her shoulders, she found peace.

“Mind if I sit here?” a kind voice said from behind her. The muscles in her neck pulled taut. Her heart seized up and tripped over itself.

She glanced over her shoulder to find a pair of doe eyes fixed on her. Cherry lips twisted into a lopsided smile. 

Impossibly, Peter Parker looked younger than the last time she saw him. The only sign of age in his creamy smooth skin were tiny lines at the corners of his eyes, and a faint pink scar blending with the wrinkles above his brow.

Without the beard, he looked criminally soft. Big, bright amber eyes were fixated on her in a way that made her heart want to burst. She felt like she was floating in space and plummeting through the atmosphere. 

At the same time, the primal part of her brain screamed out shrill sirens. Just the sight of him and his soulful eyes felt like she was tearing off a broken limb. Watching as his teeth pinched his pouty lip gave her the sensation of ripping apart nerve endings. Her stomach soured as her heart ached. 

Beneath the heart, lava boiled in her belly. Her eyes were open wide, they could even be mistaken for shock. It wasn’t shock, however, but sheer rage burned in her eyes. 

Peter Parker, the persistent paradox. 

The only man that could stir every emotion in her, like the sun conjures every color of the rainbow out of drops of rain. He painted her world in vivid colors, and yet she was colorblind to everything but the golden hue of his eyes.

Peter Parker, who could make her feel stronger and weaker all at once.

She burned for him, in every sense of the phrase.

And at the present, he was holding his breath, waiting for her reply. She gazed up at him as emotions warred within her. He waited patiently, ready to accept whatever fate she thought he deserved.

She pursed both her lips tight, eyes narrowing. “I’ll allow it,” she said. 

His lungs came to life once again, as if he’d been spared the guillotine. Gently, Peter rounded the park bench and sat down in the spot to her right. She kept her nose forward, eyes focused on anything but him.

“Whatcha reading?” he asked gently, gazing down at the pamphlet in her lap.

She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment. “A brochure.”

He observed the glossy tri-fold sheet with a nod. “I see that.” Instantly, he recognized the pictures and logo on the pamphlet, recalling how he once read the same words. “ESU, huh?” he noted with a half smirk, observing the ivory towers of the campus nestled in Midtown Manhattan. “Thinkin’ about classes?” He bit his lip anxiously. “What d’you wanna study?”

She held still, remaining silent as she stared down at the brochure. She wouldn’t meet his gaze, and it felt like razors being shoved into his eye sockets. 

“Dunno,” she answered with a gentle shrug. “Interior Design, maybe.” She cleared her throat and spoke with a little more volume. “Thinkin’ about applying for a grant for this fall.”

A smile warmed his eyes, though melancholy weighed down the corners of his lips. “What’s in the cup?” he asked, pointing his nose towards her coffee tumbler.

Lashes fluttered, she followed the end of his fingertip down to her beverage, almost having forgotten that it was there. “Oh,” she said meekly. “It’s a Mauna Kea.”

Peter quirked up a brow. “A what-ya-saya?”

She pinched her lower lip between her teeth to keep it from curving. “Mauna Kea,” she repeated slowly, enunciating the syllables. “Means ‘White Mountain’ in Hawaiian.” She hesitated for a moment, licking her dry lips. “It’s the name of the tallest mountain on Earth,” she declared, mustering confidence, “from peak to summit.”

A crease formed in Peter’s brow. “I thought Everest was the tallest mountain?”

“Tallest by altitude,” she divulged with pride. “Mauna Kea is bigger.” She flicked her eyes over to his and was immediately captured by his soulful gaze.

“No joke?” he replied with a thousand-watt smile and rosy cheeks. 

“Yup,” he answered, as butterflies filled her belly.

He gazed at her as if he were witnessing the sunrise for the first time. “So, you’re drinkin’ a ‘White Mountain?’”

Her heart skipped a beat. “It’s a cold brew. Blended with honey, macadamia milk and ice, topped with coconut milk foam.” She intended to look down at her cup. Or at the pedestrians. Or the trees. Or the sun. She intended to look anywhere but at him. She really tried. “I made it myself,” she said, feeling heat crawl up her neck.

His eyes glowed, further enamored by her mere existence. “Wow. All this time, all I’ve been drinking is black coffee.” A smile glinted in his expression while his blush gave him away. “Just black coffee. Bitter. With extra sadness.”

She fought the smile her lips formed. “That’s a shame.”

“It is. People tell me I should take more risks, though. Go out on a limb.” His eyes wandered across the park before shifting back over to her. “I’m Peter, by the way. Peter Parker.” He chewed on his lower lip for a moment, and in his eyes she could spot his trepidation. If he looked young to her before, now he looked like a blushing boy asking his crush to prom. He gazed at her with the same terror, his heart in his throat and on his sleeve. “What’s your name?”

A fire burned bittersweetly in her heart as tears burned behind her eyes. She gazed at him, feeling her emotions swell. “Mari,” she answered, truthfully. She studied the bourbon and topaz facets of his irises and the lovely curve of his cupid’s bow. “But all my friends call me ‘Honey.’” 

Peter’s lip trembled at that, eyes glistening despite his attempt to control it. “Honey,” he repeated with a murmur, as if chanting a prayer, or a protection spell. As if it was the answer to everything in the universe. In his universe, at least. “It suits you.”

A bittersweet smile warmed his features as he gazed at her, lost in the universe and freefalling towards her singularity. Her eyes went glossy as she mapped the pores, freckles, and scars on his face like the constellations in the sky.

“I missed you,” he said, endearingly.

Her heart throbbed at the pain in his voice. “I know.” She licked her lips, sadness filling her expression. “You hurt me,” she said somberly.

With misty, red eyes, he whispered back, “I know.” He swallowed hard, tears swimming in his gaze. “I’m sorry for that. M’sorry for a lot of things. But I don’t regret a single moment.” 

Eyes glistening, a warm smile overtook her features, lighting up her gaze. She nodded in silent reply.

The sight of it made him want to die of joy. “If it doesn’t sound too forward,” he began gently, speaking with measured formality, “I was gonna ask you to come home with me.”

Home, he said. The significance of the word wasn’t lost on her. A tear rolled down her cheek, sliding along the curve of her grin. “Already?” she breathed out a laugh. “Geez. That was fast.”

His smile faded; he melted into enraptured awe. “No,” he whispered, eyes glowing with admiration. He leaned forward, breaking the invisible barriers between them. Her eyes fluttered shut as his calloused fingers brushed over her jaw, triggering a shiver down her spine. “I’ve waited years for you, remember?” he quietly rumbled. “I’ll keep waiting. For the rest of my life, if I have to.”

The sweetness of it all made her dizzy. It made her feel like her heart had spilled open and she would bleed out on the grass. “I’ll take it,” she sniffed, as Peter thumbed the tears from her cheeks.

“Take what?”

“The rest of your life.” 

He melted in her gaze, staring down at her lips. “Sweet girl. You are my life.”

Without hesitation, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. The sensation made her heart flutter, her mind soar, and her brain sizzle. It made her wounds heal and her soul sing. It made life worth living. It made hope real.

When they parted from the kiss, they were breathless and dizzy, hearts thrumming together in sync.

The honey hues of his chestnut eyes were fixed on hers. “So,” he said, thoughtfully. “Mauna Kea. Ever see it up close?”

She smirked. “Nope. Never been to Hawai’i.”

“Me neither,” Peter shrugged, his eyes alight with life. “Wanna change that?” 

End of Volume 1

A Note From Your Storyteller:

Whew. That was long.

I can't believe this has come to an end. Before I began writing, I was skeptical about this story, but honestly I could've never anticipated or expected the overwhelming support and love that I've gotten. People have made art from my art. They have showered me with gifts for my gift. If you'd say any gift is an expression of love, then gifted art is the ultimate expression of devotion. I love that you care about my characters, and about me!

What's next?

Good question. I've been at odds with this answer, and now it feels like I really need to commit to a path. My imagination is full of many more places that Honey and Peter can go. I could probably write 2-3 novels about these two with all of the effort I put into making these characters come to life. Realistically, I'm a mom with a baby, and I'm about to be a one-person band for the next few months. I'm excited to share these stories, but I'm not sure when or how, or even what that will look like.

The best thing you can do to interact with me is to keep your eyes on my updates from my Ko-fi page! I'm hoping to allow that to become a place where the S&V 'fandom' (wtf that sounds so weird what happened what is this life I am not worthy) can gather and where I can share updates.

In addition to S&V-related news, I'm going to post writing tips, best storytelling practices, AMAs, my favorite fics of the week, answer questions, and maybe even offer commissions. Keep in mind, none of this will be gatekeeped (gate-kept?) or behind a paywall. Even if you're not a regular... er, um, patron?... (barista?) on Ko-fi, you can still hopefully find some interesting stuff to check out.

But even if you don't do any of that, because... who cares, right? I do want you to do one thing for me. One tiny thing that will make the world better. One small thing that could end up changing someone's life.

The next fanfic you read, if you feel any emotions about it at all, please hit "reblog."

You don't have to write a long review, or leave a comment, or add any tags to it. You don't have to do anything more than click the reblog button. But please reblog. When you reblog, you get to share the gift fanfic writers make with someone else, regardless of whether you know them. And subconsciously, you tell the writer 'yes, I see you, and I think other people should, too,' and that small thing can save someone's life one day.

Forget engagement, forget likes vs comments vs reblogs vs community labels vs filtering settings—

Stories are gifts. They are expressions of love put to words. They are emotions lived, repackaged, wrapped in a bow, and then shared with others, along with a kind little note that says 'here's this moment of my heart, I hope it moves you the way it moved me.'

Reblog. And fill the world with a little more love.

[thedarkdisgrace]

Imagine an AU where everyone saw in black & white until they met their soulmate, then they saw colors for the first time.

Cue Dazai being kicked into a wall & upon opening his eyes the first colors he sees are within flaming red hair & piercing bright blue eyes. A green jacket hugging the kids figure as his foot remains planted on Dazai’s chest.

Chuuya sees stark white bandages across one eye and beneath an ill fitting white dress shirt. Dark chocolate colored locks. One honey brown iris with flecks of maroon shining in the sunlight. A black coat lying beneath him.

They both freeze for a moment, staring intently at each other, eyes blowing wide at colors they've never seen before.

Then they make eye contact, holding it for one beat, then two.

Then slowly it dawns on them what this means and, of course, their expressions move from awe to irritation. They bicker immediately, neither of them willing to give into fate.

Chuuya scoffs. "Oh fuck no, no way my *soulmate* is some shitty kid from the fucking mafia."

"How eloquent. As if such a tiny, brutish *slug* could ever be *my* soulmate." Dazai mocks in return.

Bonus points if the colors fade when they’re not together, until they accept they’re soulmates that is.

[bigtreefest]

Chapter 7: Have a Cow

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are finding your stride until a surprise shows up on the porch

Word count: 2,750

Content/warnings: Light mob themes, farming, kissing, lap sitting, fluffy fluff

Author’s Note: It’s been a minute! Hopefully this kickstarts me to get a couple more chapters out soon. Please enjoy, be sure to drop any feedback, I love hearing from you!!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You sighed as you walked into one of your barns tucked toward the back of the property, recently transformed into what looked almost looked like a city loft apartment to accommodate for Bucky’s workers on the farm. You were carrying produce crates and one of Bucky’s henchmen, Peter, came to take them from your hands.

Ever since Bucky’s construction crew has been working in the mines, most of the food that you would normally be selling at the farmer’s market has been going to them. That makes it easy for you, though. A few of them have even been around the fields helping out to pick it themselves, too, giving you a little more time to sort through documents, contracts, and future plans, without having to stay up late like your normally would to fit in all the work.

All the men had been a great help, and exceptionally respectful, which surprised you. Sure, you expected them to be formal and well-behaved, but their actions seemed almost rehearsed, like they had been told exactly what to do. Peter, probably the one kid who you had taken a liking to, was the only one who would really hold conversations with you, though. You assumed part of it was due to his status in Bucky’s organization. He was young, but extremely smart, earning him a spot of minor authority. Although every time he opened his mouth, you were never quite sure what would come out. It could either be something honest and profound, or a weird nervous babble. Sweet kid, though, so no harm done. He was like the best parts of Jake and Curtis at that age.

As you handed the crate over, you looked around at the high ceilings, now lined with bulb lights and the cool tones that decorated the previously wood-heavy space. “I’ve always wanted a barndiminium, just never had an excuse to make it.”

Peter added your box to the stack in what appeared to be a makeshift kitchenette. No way they had time to hook up appliances and water lines already, right? “I know our men seem pretty gruff, but if there’s one thing they like, it’s comfort and luxury where they lay their heads.”

You laughed and nodded your head. Just like their boss, although he didn’t seem to complain as much anymore, laying on sheets that were probably about as old as him.

Peter continued shifting crates around, unloading certain items likely for whatever meal they had planned next once the next round of workers got off their shift. “And of course, boss wouldn’t want anything less than the best when it comes to you. Says this’ll increase the property value. And it’s all yours to enjoy as you please when we’re gone.”

Ah, there it was. The kinda thing Bucky wouldn’t say to your face, but Peter’s lips let slip like it was nothing. Like it was obvious. You tried to change the subject, unsure if you could confront those types of feelings to Peter when you hadn’t even built up the courage to discuss them with Bucky yet. You knew Bucky cared about quality, and had a little understanding of the extent he was willing to go for you. But you didn’t even want to think about a time when Bucky could be gone.

“Don’t you need permits for this stuff?”

He winked. “I won’t tell if you won’t. Plus, I’m sure the higher ups worked their smooth talking magic and their connections. They’re amazing with things like that.”

You hummed in agreement. You had seen and heard first-hand how effortlessly Bucky could have something done for him. The world was at his fingertips. Surely that rule stood true for most people around him.

“Don’t I know, Peter. But I’m sure you’ve got your own charms. Some of your own connections that Buck doesn’t.”

He gave you a sheepish smile and shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess, sort of. But I’m not sure how much they’d really put me in charge of that stuff. Sometimes I just freeze up when I have to tell them things instead of them telling me what to do…I just get so flustered around Mr. Barnes.”

You nodded and put a hand on his shoulder. “Well, I’d say they trust you a lot for you to be in control of as much as you are right now. They definitely see through your nervousness. You’re doing a great job and I really appreciate you discretion and assistance around here.”

He gave you a soft smile. “Oh..wow, thanks.”

You nodded and turned on the newly laid floor, ready to head back to the house to continue your paperwork.

The mid-morning sun was at your back as you made your way inside towards the office. You were almost never inside at this time of day, so it was a wonderful pocket of time to be productive. You were greeted by Bucky sitting in your chair, shuffling though papers while he was on a phone call. He drew his gaze from the fan of parchment in front of him, smiling when he saw your face.

“Yeah, just keep an eye on her and increase security all around. Overlap shifts and monitor cameras 24/7. Thanks, Steve. Bye.”

You smiled as Bucky set the phone down. You had never heard him thank anyone before. As you took another step closer, though, you saw which papers he was looking through. Your own smile fell to see the contract from Cole for the hundredth time. Why was Bucky able to be so happy when this attempt at a forceful ‘offer’ was in front of him?

“C’mere, Honey.” Bucky gestured for you to come sit with him on your chair, but instead, you opted to take a seat opposite him, in front of your desk. There was work to be done and you couldn’t let yourself get distracted, even if he seemed oddly at ease.

You watched as his previously carefree gaze scrunched in on itself, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and lips in a slight pout. As you plopped down in the old cushion, you crossed your arms and legs.

“Bucket, I’m doing this for the good of both of us. Talk business with me first, then we can discuss…accessory ventures.”

You nodded in gesture to the papers, hoping he’d explain why this all needed to be looked over again. Was it not enough that it was constantly running through your mind? You had the power to just say ‘no,’ as long as Cole didn’t keep pushing or have anything over your head, but things were never that easy, so what was really going on?

“Honey, come on. We’ve got a little time to be close. This way we don’t have to flip papers back and forth to read them.” His voice had softened from his phone call, nearly reaching a whine.

“James…” oh, you weren’t messing around. You were taking this seriously. “I can read upside down. It’s fine. Just talk me through what’s going through your head.”

He sighed and his chin met his chest in defeat. “Ever since Curtis messaged me that Cole tried to get into the bar and Lloyd had been with him, I just want to be extra cautious, which is why I’m going through these. Again. I’ve already sent them to my lawyer in the city, so he’ll confirm for me.”

You nodded and stood up, finally walking over to him. “So is this what you’re really worried about? What’s not in the contracts, but real-life threats?”

You walked around your desk, hips swerving to miss the corners as you finally stood in front of Bucky. He swiveled the chair so you stood between his legs and threw his forehead against your stomach. You held him close and stroked his hair before he moved to look up at you, resting his chin on your sternum and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Yeah. I’m worried about you. And what’ll come when I have to leave. And just how involved Lloyd may be. I know I already told you about him, but I don’t think words can describe how much he truly doesn’t subscribe to caring for the well-being of others when they stand in his way. I know this is all that Cole has sent so far, but if Lloyd has anything to say about it, this won’t be the last push, but it’ll certainly be the nicest.”

You nodded down to him before gesturing for him to sit up so you could straddle his lap in the oversized leather chair. You held the sides of his face before leaning your forehead against his. You did your best to speak in a firm, yet placating tone.

“Jamie. I promise, I’m going to be fine. I was fine before you and I can take care of myself when you’re gone.”

He closed his eyes and sighed again. “I know, I know. But I just made the command to keep Peter here with you. He’s an extra precaution. You’ll barely notice him, and I’m sure having the help will be nice.”

You pulled away to smile and roll your eyes. “Bucky, he’s a kid. What’s he gonna do that I can’t? Plus, you know I like him. The last thing I would want is him putting himself in harm’s way for my sake.”

Bucky shook his head. “No, you know how capable he is. If I can see it, I know you sensed it from a mile away. He stays at least until it all blows over. Everyone is willing to do what is necessary to protect you. It’s what they signed on for.”

You knew that Bucky wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so instead, you simply kissed his temple and wrapped your arms around him, nestling against his neck. “Okay, fine. But he’s gonna become the buffest farmer you’ve ever seen when he comes back to you. I’m burning all his little suits. You’ll only ever see him in strictly flannel.”

Bucky let out a light chuckle as he rubbed your back, sitting in the chair and enjoying the moment with you before you mumbled against his neck in question.

“So you wanna tell me what Jake was really doing here? And what you did to make him into the same guy he used to be?”

Bucky hummed in thought at your question. He wasn’t quite sure if honesty was the best way to go here. Sure, you knew that everyone who knew about the mines had to come into town, but why have Jake help? And why didn’t Bucky hate him as much as you’d anticipated?

Bucky clicked his tongue before deciding on the diplomatic answer. “I just reminded him of his place and how valuable you are. Not much more than that. He’s smart if you direct the way he needs to think. I mean, he’s half the reason you’re in this mess, but he could help us get out if we do it right.”

“Yeah, okay Mr. Politician. Whatever you say. Just make sure you restock my duct tape. I’ve been running low lately and I’m not sure how that happened.” Bucky froze as you laughed at the reaction. Dang, he should’ve told the truth. You wouldn’t have asked if you didn’t already know, you were just giving him the opportunity to let you in. Noted.

The rest of the week on the farm was fairly easy as you and Bucky worked in tandem, sporadically getting updates on the mine reinforcements and spells of assistance from his men.

But otherwise, you got along well. Bucky was truly learning the farm chores and operations, catching on quicker than you had anticipated. He only ran the tractor into one ditch and his boots hadn’t gotten stuck in mud at all. Now you were helping, or at least trying to help, him reach mastery in what you thought he would’ve caught onto easily: barking orders.

The two of you were out in the pasture, as you finally taught him how to use your sheep and cattle dogs. Sure, they were practically self-sufficient, but sneaky little things sometimes with their own agendas. Bucky, in an attempt to boast about all the independent work he had done the previous week, revealed himself for the actual issues he had experienced with them, obviously not unbeknownst to you.

After a long day of running around and nearly a week since hearing anything from Cole, you and Bucky were spent, walking back up to your house to have a nice night in, just sitting on the porch and enjoying the peace. As you got closer, though, you could hardly make out a small brown blob waiting there next to one of the posts. Was it a package? You hadn’t ordered any new equipment lately….and then it moved.

You threw an arm out in front of Bucky, both of you stopping stark in your tracks.

“Wait. Hold on. You see that?”

Bucky grabbed your arm close to his chest when you stopped, leaning over it and squinting until it became clear. What was that doing on your porch?

The two of you cautiously kept walking towards it, finally deciphering what you were looking at: a brown, fluffy, baby… highland cow?

You could hear it moo more and more the closer you got, eventually seeing it tied to one of the porch posts with a rope and a ribbon around its neck: both Turner’s blue.

You walked up to the calf cautiously, holding out a hand and cooing at it to ease its evidently nervous state.

“Shhh, shhhh, hey there little thing. What are you doing up here?” Sure, you owned a plethora of livestock, but none of these. This was, for lack of a better term, a house cow. Something Decks had begged you to get for years, but you never had the need or the time for.

You pet the tuft of hair on top of its head as you squatted down, grabbing the piece of card stock attached to the ribbon before looking up over your shoulder at Bucky. You could already see the anger rising in his eyes and seeping through the rest of his demeanor, fists clenched and body rigid as he nodded for you to read.

“Peach, take a taste of what success could be. Here, have a cow. -Cole. P.S. all in good faith”

Oh, Bucky was gonna have a cow, alright. You rolled your eyes at another ridiculous note. This was very evidently not a dairy cow from his stock, so you weren’t sure why Cole was trying to pull one over on you by claiming it was. And he didn’t even leave it with any feed or water for who knows how long it had been there up until this point. The main question was: why didn’t Bucky’s men intercept? You guessed they were probably under specific instructions not to, as to keep a low profile.

When you looked back up at him, Bucky was already on the phone. Even before you had gotten to the porch, he had sent a message to Peter to check the cams and make sure no one had lingered on the property after the delivery. This new development instantly put him on high alert.

He held the phone to his ear now, though, as it rang only twice before you heard someone on the other side pick up. “Hey Barber, I know you’re busy with that other stuff I sent you, but what do you know about corporate gifting policies?”

Meanwhile, you had untied the poor baby from the post and scooped it up, carrying it inside and to the kitchen while Bucky slumped into the couch. You gave the calf—at least it was a girl capable of producing milk and not a boy-which you definitely would’ve roasted Cole for—some water before taking her over to the couch and setting her down next to Bucky. You ran your knuckles against his temple in a soothing stroke before petting through his hair and giving him a kiss on his hairline. When you pulled away, thumb moving to stroke his cheek, you mouthed ‘it’ll be okay,’ only seeing his jaw unclench slightly at the reassurance. You moved to sit on the couch on the other side of the calf and criss-crossed your legs, petting her and listening to Bucky’s lawyer walking him through corporate gifting laws, now on speaker.

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Bonus A/N: highland cows are so cute. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been sent a video of one getting a little spa day🥰

Series Taglist: @scuzmunkie @openup-yourmind @vicmc624 @hawkeyes-queen @blackhawkfanatic @morgthemagpie @buckybarnessimpp @calwitch

[lyranova]

Omnes Sumus Peccatores: Love is Rich with Both Honey and Venom

Chapter 2: The Confused Man and the Morning Sick Woman

Hiya guys, I hope you’re all doing well! I’m sorry that I’ve taken a while with thid chapter, I had it 98% done for a while but IRL has kind of kept me from being able to finish it…but now life has kind of slowed down a bit so I was finally able to finish it! The chapters with Zera and William will all, or mostly, be split between the past and the present, but i’ll try and have them marked so people won’t get confused! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy~!

Word Count: 3,087

Warnings: Swearing, Suggestive Themes, Morning Sickness, Mentions of Pregnancy, Dante (he needs his own warning 🤷🏻‍♀️)

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5 Years Earlier

Zera watched as all the Mafia families in Clover city gathered in the elegant ballroom. This was an annual event where all the families mixed and mingled, where deals were made, and where grievances were discussed.

But when things between the families grew too heated they were instantly thrown out. That was the one rule for this event; you did not fight, and you didn’t not argue. Heated debates and discussions were allowed, but anything more was strictly forbidden.

She sipped her champagne and looked around the ballroom. There were 9 major families now; There was The Golden Dawn, a relatively new family that had been climbing up the ladder the last few months and was now the second most influential family.

Then there were the Silver Eagles; who were considered one of the oldest families in the room. Their matriarch, Acier Silva, stood elegantly beside her younger children as she politely spoke with Mereoleona Vermillion.

Mereoleona was a member of the Crimson Lions family; their leader was her younger brother, Fuegoleon, and he was currently trying to keep their youngest brother Leopold out of trouble while simultaneously trying to work out a deal with Nozel Silva of the Silver Eagles.

Her ice blue eyes shifted to the other side of the room where The Coral Peacock family; led by Dorothy Unsworth, the Green Mantis family led by Jack the Ripper, and the Purple Orca family led by Kaiser Granvorka stood. They weren’t the most powerful families, nor were they the weakest.

The Blue Rose family stood a bit away from the others. They were led by Charlotte Roselei and were almost a completely all female family, and if there were any males in that family they tended to be treated as errand boys or less. Although, there was a little rumor floating around that a lot of her family members were in relationships despite all of them having ‘sworn off’ relationships with men.

Then there was the Aqua Deer family, they used to go by the Grey Deer, but after a few changes in leadership they decided to rebrand themselves. So, now they were known as the Aqua Deer and were considered the ‘youngest’ family despite actually being one of the oldest. They were currently being led by Morgen Faust.

Finally, there was the Black Bulls who were being led by Yami Sukehiro. They were one of the newest mafia families, and were considered to be the worst of the worst. They caused a lot of chaos and damage whenever they appeared, and were known for being the loudest and most rambunctious family out of the nine. Tonight only served to prove that as the Black Bulls were being loud and rowdy as they parties and had fun.

Zera smiled as she watched them; aside from her own family, the Black Bulls were her second favorite mafia family. They were just so…free, and chaotic, and just themselves! They didn’t care what people thought, they just marched to the beat of their own drum, and it was just really amazing to see.

If she were to join any family; it would be theirs.

“ Are you thinking about leaving us?” A familiar voice asked, and she smirked before turning around.

“ Of course not papa, I would never think to do that,” She replied as she saw her father, Rika, head of the Cassia family walking up to her.

“ Of course you wouldn’t,” He agreed as he also took a sip of his champagne. “ But just in case you ever decide to, I wouldn’t be upset if you married Yami and joined his family.”

Zera chuckled and shook her head.

“ Yami’s not my type,” She explained as she looked the man across the room up and down. “ He’s too…meaty.”

Rika choked and sputtered on his champagne at his daughters words.

“ Too meaty?!” Zera nodded sadly.

“ Yes. Unfortunately, I prefer my men to be more…willow branch like as opposed to bull like,” She said in a sad, tragic sounding voice, making Rika chuckle.

“ So you prefer men like Jack the Ripper?” He asked and her blue eyes glanced over at the tall, stick like man.

“ I also prefer my men less blood thirsty,” She replied as she took another sip of her drink, making her father sigh and shake his head.

“ Must you always be so picky?”

“ You always told me to keep my standards high, so I’m just doing as you said,” She responded with a soft smile. “ And besides; with such an amazing and loving man such as you who raised me, how can my standards not be high?”

Rika felt his chest swell with pride at Zera’s words. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulled her close, and placed a small kiss on the top of her head.

“ I always knew you were my favorite child,” He sniffled jokingly, making Zera laugh.

“ Yeah we all know she is your favorite,” Zera’s brother Casper said as he walked over to them. “ Dad, we need you outside; Felix and Meino are about to brawl with a couple of members of the Crimson Lions again!”

Rika sighed and hung his head; of course those two were going to start trouble.

“ I’ll be right back, and please try to stay out of trouble until I do,” He pleaded with his youngest child, and she grinned at him.

“ No promises!”

Rika groaned and gave her a look that said ‘please don’t. The last thing I need tonight is another child getting into trouble!’ before he quickly followed Casper.

Zera chuckled before turning to look back out at the ballroom, where everyone was now dancing. She hummed softly along with the melodic music that echoed through the spacious room, her eyes closing slightly as her body began to sway.

She wasn’t much of a dancer, but for some reason, right now, she really wished someone would ask her to dance.

“ May I?” A male’s voice asked from beside her, and she opened her eyes.

It seems like an angel decided to grant her wish, and as she turned to accept his offer she instantly groaned. It wasn’t an angel that granted her wish; but a devil.

A very, very mean devil.

“ Well? Care to dance?” Dante Zogratis, a member of law enforcement who had been trying to get the mafia families on something for months, asked with a sleazy grin and his hand outstretched towards her.

Zera rolled her eyes and began to walk away; this man, if one could call him that, was the last person she would ever want to dance with.

“ Where are you going, Zera?” He asked as he began to follow her.

“ Away from you obviously,” She snapped, not even turning around to look at him.

Since Dante, as well as his siblings who were all in law enforcement as well, had infiltrated the inner circles of the families he had decided to make moves on all of the prominent women in every mafia family, hoping to get some kind of information out of them as well as a good ‘fuck’ as he put it.

Recently, Zera had been his latest target; but instead of giving up and moving on like he did with the rest of the women, he just kept pestering her, over and over and over again.

She had to give it to him; his determination was admirable.

“ Now Zera don’t be like that,” He began, his voice feigning hurt as he followed her. “ You know I’m the only man here who could ever make you happy, so why don’t you just say yes to my proposal? That way everyone can be happy.”

Zera scoffed before turning around on her heel to face him.

“ Is that so?” She asked with a raised brow, her arms crossing under her chest as she gave him a very annoyed look.

“ Yes, we both know that I’m probably the richest, most handsome man in this room,” Dante gloated as he gestured around the room. “ Not to mention that I’m also great in bed,” He added as he leaned in close to her.

Zera openly laughed.

“ If you were really great in bed would you feel the need to announce it to everyone?” She questioned with a smirk.

Coughs and chuckles could be heard echoing throughout the ballroom as people eavesdropped on their conversation, which made Zera smirk a bit; she always did manage to gather an audience when she was putting people in their places.

Dante’s eyebrow twitched in anger, and she could see his jaw tense as he tried to keep his temper at bay.

“ What was that?”

“ You heard me!” She exclaimed boldly. “ I said if you were so great in bed then you wouldn’t feel the need to announce it!”

The room again began to chuckle, making Dantes jaw tense even more.

“ Now Zera-!”

“ Besides I don’t care how great you are ‘in bed’ because I,” She glanced around the room for a moment before her eyes caught a glimmer of someone's coat. “ I-I already have a boyfriend!”

Dante raised a suspicious eyebrow.

“ You do?”

“ Yep, and he’s right here!” She announced as she grabbed the person closest to her and pulled him to her side.

The room went silent, but one could easily sense the confusion and surprise amongst the guests.

“ Him?”

“ M-Me?!” The voice beside her exclaimed in confusion, and Zera’s head immediately snapped in his direction.

Her blue eyes widened and her jaw dropped slightly as she stared at the very shocked face of William Vangeance; the leader of the Golden Dawn family!

“ Shit! Why did it have to be him?!” She thought in panic as she glanced from him to Dante and back again.

Well, this would just have to do…

“Yep, this is my boyfriend, William Vangeance!” She repeated with the brightest smile she could muster. “ He’s smart, handsome, wealthy, and makes me see the gates of heaven every night we make hot, passionate love together! Isn’t that right darling?”

Williams face turned so red that one might mistake him for a stop light if they weren’t paying attention.

How…how did he end up in this mess? All he did was walk over in order to diffuse the situation, but now he was somehow in the middle of it?!

Dante was glaring at him, Yami was howling with laughter as he was watching the scene unfold, and he was currently dying of embarrassment.

He had never met this woman even once but now she’s claiming they had hot, passionate sex every night? Was she crazy?!

—————

Present Day

William closed his bedroom door with a tired sigh; that…had been a very awkward introduction between Neva and Yuno. The two had looked each other over silently before William began to explain the situation; and he could sufficiently say that neither one was very pleased at the idea of partnering up.

But, there was no way they could disobey the order of The King.

After telling the two to talk and get to know one another for the day, he decided to invite them both over for dinner, hoping that maybe Zera could help break the tension between them.

Speaking of, where was his fiancé?

“ Zera? Are you here?” He called as he began to look around their living quarters, he heard a soft groan come from their bedroom.

“ Zera?” He called again, and was once again met with a groan.

He began to quickly walk towards the sound and opened their bedroom door to see his fiancé lying curled up on the bed.

“ Zera?” He called softly for a third time, he watched as she slowly opened her eyes to look at him.

“ You’re home,” She began softly as a bright but tired smile appeared on her face. “ I would get up and give you a kiss, but your little seedling has decided to be very bad today by giving me an awful case of afternoon sickness.”

William blinked for a moment.

“ My little seedling?” He repeated in confusion as he slowly took his shoes off and began to unbutton his suit jacket.

“ Yes, your little seedling,” She confirmed with a pointed expression. “ You know, the one you planted inside my garden about six or seven weeks ago?”

He smirked a bit as he took off his suit jacket and threw it onto the cushioned bench that sat at the end of their bed.

“ But darling, if I remember correctly; weren’t you the one asking, no, begging me to plant my seed inside your garden over and over again until one finally took root?” He asked with a mock confused tone as he crawled onto the bed and towards his wife.

Zera smirked a bit before she quickly pouted.

“ Maybe. But just to clarify things; I didn’t beg you…I ordered you to.” She said as she looked at him over her shoulder.

William chuckled before nodding in agreement as he laid down behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her close to him.

“ You did, and there’s no way I could disobey an order from the Queen.” He muttered softly as he placed a kiss against her shoulder, then her neck, and finally her cheek.

A soft hum escaped her as she leaned her head back against his chest, the warmth radiating from his body made her body feel more relaxed and caused her intense nausea to dissipate slightly.

“ How did Neva take the news of needing to have a partner?” Zera asked softly, her eyes closing a bit as she grew more and more sleepy in his embrace.

“ About as well as I expected her to,” He replied softly as he buried his face into the crook of her neck.

“ So, not well at all?”

William chuckled before nodding slowly.

“ Not well at all.” He repeated, making her sigh.

She had a feeling that would happen. It was very well known to everyone that Neva didn’t work well with others unless it was William, he was the only person she would willingly work with, so for her to now be forced to work with others in order to stay in the family…she could only imagine how terrible of a reaction Neva had.

“ But she did choose a partner,” William said, making Zera’s eyes snap open in surprise before she rolled over to face her husband.

“ Really? Who?”

“ Yuno.”

“ Yuno?! The new kid?” She asked in disbelief, and her brows raised considerably when he nodded. “ Why would she want to work with him?”

“ Because, according to Neva, he can give an unbiased evaluation,” William explained. “ Which I have to agree with; if she were to work with Langris or Alecdora their reports would be very biased against her because of their history with each other.”

“ So this is the best way to get an accurate assessment on Neva’s improvements.”

Zera nodded slowly as she listened to her fiancé explain; they had a point, this would be the best way to get an accurate assessment, but still, she couldn’t help but worry.

“ What’ll you do if Yuno’s assessment of Neva is the same as Alecdora’s and Langris’s?” She asked softly, and she watched as William’s eyes searched hers for a moment before they slowly closed in thought.

“ I’m not really sure,” He admitted quietly. “ I told her that she would have to leave the family but…I don’t think I could make her do that.”

She nodded again slowly, she knew of William and Neva’s history together, and knew that this was the only place she knew and the only family she had ever had. So if he were to force Neva to leave…she wouldn’t have anywhere else to go.

“ Well, if you want my opinion,” Zera began as she reached up and placed a hand against the side of his face. “ I don’t think it’ll come to that, I think everything will work out between them.”

William’s eyes slowly opened and his brow furrowed.

“ How do you know that?”

Zera hummed.

“ Let’s just call it a woman’s intuition?” She said mysteriously, which only made his brows furrow more.

It was probably one of Zera’s many ‘gut feelings’ that she tended to get every now and then when it came to things that involved the family and it’s members…

“ By the way,” Zera continued, changing the subject. “ Is Neva still coming by for dinner tonight?”

Her fiancé blinked in surprise at the sudden change of subject, but nodded.

“ She said she would, but after our meeting I wouldn’t be surprised if she canceled at the last minute since I also asked Yuno to join.” William said with a chuckle, making her sigh and shake her head in disapproval.

“ I’m sure she’ll still come, because if she doesn’t, she knows I’ll never forgive her for it.” Zera told him with a small pout.

William chuckled again and nodded in agreement before he pulled her towards him and held her close.

“ We still have some time before dinner,” He muttered as he leaned his face down towards hers. “ We could take a nap, or maybe we could do something a little more…fun?” He suggested warmly, a hint of seduction in his voice.

Zera smirked at him as her hand slid from his face to his chest.

“ A little more fun, huh? What kind of fun did you have in mind?” She asked, her voice playful and flirty as she moved her face closer to his, their lips now only mere inches from each other.

William hummed, his eyes gazing down at her lips for a moment before slowly working their way back up to her face.

“ Perhaps the kind that doesn’t involve any clothes?” He suggested lustfully, and that only caused her smirk to widen.

“ I was hoping you would say that.” She muttered softly as their lips moved closer…and closer…and closer…

But just as they were about to touch, Zera’s hand immediately shot up to clamp over her mouth, and she pulled her face away from his.

“ Sorry!” She muttered quickly before climbing over him, getting out of bed, and rushing over to their bathroom where, as soon as she closed the door, William could hear her retching into the toilet.

A sad sigh escaped him as he sat up, climbed out of bed, and began to walk to the bathroom so he could hold Zera’s hair back.

Later, he would have to remind their child to try and be a little nicer to their mama and not make her so sick over the next few months.

————

Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[cult-of-husbandos]

yami ai [yandere] - Hot Yandere Singles Near You

synopsis: you click on a random pop-up ad and are visited by weird smiling man in suit.

genre: pure crack (like fr), fluff, tbh there's not really a plot

word count: 4.4k

warnings: implied stalking

Isn’t insomnia just the worst? Like, seriously? What’s the point of being a human being with antiquated thoughts and impressive cognitive and motor skills when your brain fights you on the most basic stuff. For example, like sleeping!!

You must’ve refreshed YouTube and Twitter over a thousand times. Over 8 billion people in the world and there’s no new content anywhere? You groaned and jumped back over onto Twitter, silently praying and pleading for something new to show up on your feed. Maybe a wacky billionaire got eaten by a mob of homeless people or maybe a news article about a Floridian doing something gross and outrageous and virtually impossible.

But nope. Nothing.

Not a single thing piqued your interest. You groaned again and looked at the time on your dimly lit phone. It was past 2 a.m. and you were bored out of your mind. You then lazily clicked on Google and sighed.

‘Maybe someone posted a new fanfic over something…’ you hoped. And even if there wasn’t a new fic uploaded you’ll just read the old ones you favorited. Perhaps reading something might put you to sleep.

As you were scrolling through your favorite ship tags, you were startled by a pop up ad covering up 90% of the screen and flashing emojis.

“Ugh… seriously?” you groaned. “They should make ad-blockers on phones for this shit.” You squinted at the bright lettering emanating from your phone even though it was at the lowest brightness setting.

⚠️(99+) Hot Yandere Singles NEAR YOU⚠️

Yandere’s…? Singles? Near me?

The pop-up ad had flashing peach, cherry, and eggplant emojis with a water splash emoji at the end to signify… well, you’re not sure what it was trying to signify. On the sides of the ad, it showed pictures of very gorgeous men and women, all striking suggestive poses. Underneath the title was a small summary that read. ‘These lonely desperate yanderes wanna meet you! They’ll most likely find you anyway, but wouldn’t you rather be the honey to a bee instead of a fly? Try it NOW for FREE!! No hookups! No catfishes! No sign ups!’ Then below that were a few empty boxes to fill out requiring your personal information.

"..."

Was this a porn ad?!

No way at 2:45 in the freaking morning did you just get a porn pop-up ad while googling mafia au fanfiction. This has to be some kind of joke. Maybe it was prank and someone was just fucking with you. And how and why would there be 99+ yanderes in your area?! You couldn’t be surrounded by that many psychos. Could you? Whatever the case may be, it was now past 2 a.m. and as the rule of life states ‘Nothing good happens after 2 a.m.’. You don’t know if it was the lack of sleep or just reckless curiosity, but you gave your shoulders a shrug and mumbled a ‘fuck it’ as you put in your information. Your name, number, gender, age, preferred sex, email, and mailing address. As you clicked submit and continued scrolling, you gave very little thought about how this would go down.

On one hand, the ad turns out to be real and you get a partner out of this. Or

You get quartered, stalked, doxxed, and murdered like the dumbass you are for putting your personal info into a sketchy porno-like pop-up on Google.

Or, it turns out to be a prank and some asshole sitting in a basement has a good laugh at you.

Meh. You’ll deal with it in the morning.

*****

You were jolted awake with the sound of rapid knocking coming from your front door. You groaned into your pillow as you tried to ignore the person desperately wanting your attention from outside your apartment. You finally got some sleep only for it to get interrupted. Only minutes and minutes of continued knocking without any signs of letting up, you decide to get up and shoo away whoever it was. You wearily grabbed your phone to check the time.

8:02 a.m.

You huffed as you stormed towards the front door.

“If this a fucking Jehova’s Witness, I swear to god…” you grumbled. You swung open the door and threw the person a harsh glare, only to be met with popping sounds as confetti flew in your face.

“Good morning, my dear darling~!! Are you ready to begin on the road to happiness and love?” the stranger shouted a far too happy tone for 8 in the morning.

You took a step back in shock, fully awake as you waved and dusted the confetti from your face and hair. You looked the strange man up and down. He was smiling ear to ear and wore an expensive looking suit to warm for the summer weather. A briefcase stood right beside him along with dozens of other party poppers and a white plastic bag filled with brown bottles with oddly enough no labels on them. You looked at the man’s face. He was surprisingly attractive and without a single flaw anywhere. His hair was jet black and shined a very prominent gloss. You were honestly kind of embarrassed to be seen by him when you looked like such a mess. The man let out a chuckle.

“Oh my.” he said, gently putting his hand over his mouth with vague concern. “I hope I didn’t startle you too much. I probably should’ve sent you an email notifying you of the time I was coming. I’m sorry that must’ve been a troubling awakening.”

You quirked your eyebrow and took another step back, grabbing onto the doorknob so that you could slam it right in his face if things got too weird.

“And… you are?”

“Oh my, oh my. Where are my manners? How careless of me to assume.” The man bowed with a curtsy. “I am the ‘Matchmaker’. My job is to pair two people with their fated soulmate and give each of my clients their happily ever after. It’s very nice to meet you, (Y/N) (L/N).”

You felt a chill crawl down your spine. How’d this weirdo know your name?! You tried to close the door as fast as you could, but the ‘Matchmaker’ was even faster. He clicked his tongue at you, his smile unchanging, but his eyes seemed to harden his gentle tone.

“My, how rude. Is that any way to treat a guest?” He let out another chuckle. “You’ll never find love that way.”

“H-How did you know my name?” you stuttered.

Again, another chuckle. What was so funny? “My dear~. You gave it to me.”

What the hell was he talking about? How could you have given this creep your name? Was he a stalker? A junkie? Noticing the confusion on your face, the man spoke up again.

“Oh my dear. Do you really not remember?” he asked, tilting his head in feign innocence. “You filled out an ad to meet singles in your area. And here I am, coming to fulfill that ad.”

You eased up on the tension you had on the door and tilted your head in surprised confusion. “That was a real ad?”

The man stood up tall and smiled earnestly again. “Of course. However, you are the first person to actually fill out that ad. Really, this is more of a celebration to both of us.”

Huh, so the pop-up ad was real.

Not a prank.

And now there’s a psycho standing at your front door promising you a partner from an actual yandere.

“I honestly thought it was a prank. I mean… yanderes? Isn’t that just an anime thing?”

“Oh, I assure you my darling.” he said with a snide smirk. “Yanderes are real. And when they heard about signing up, it was like tossing chicken in a sea of alligators. All clamoring to be the first person to take a bite.”

Okay, gross but kind of sweet.

“May I come in?”

“Huh?”

“Well, my dear. It would be easier to come in and talk through the process of how this goes instead of standing here.”

“Oh, um… Suuuree-”

“Great! My my darling~. What a lovely home. Very well decorated.” The man quickly strided into your house and made himself comfortable in your living room, looking as if he was analyzing every detail about your house.

Richard Chase would’ve loved your dumbass.

You shut the door and followed him into your own apartment and offered him a seat on your couch. Might as well, right? You’ve gone this far and you're still alive.

“Umm…” you hesitantly shifted from one foot to another. “Do you… um… want some coffee maybe? Or tea? Maybe a glass of water? If you haven;t eaten breakfast yet, I whip you up something.”

Yeah, sure. Feed the man with only a title for a name and waltzed right into your house after showing up after you put in your personal information into a random pop-up ad at 3 a.m. promising you a happy life with hot single yanderes in your area. You are the pinnacle of human genius. The apex of natural selection. The creme de la creme of common sense. Charles Darwin would be so impressed.

“How thoughtful. Just coffee would be fine. Thank you.”

After brewing a quick pot, you sat across from the man facing him heads on and gently slid him his steaming cup. After a while of taking little sips in weird silence, he spoke up again.

“Before we continue, I’d just like to say: Thank you so much for applying for this wonderful opportunity!! Not many people would click on an ad requiring doxxing information to meet their soulmates! Again, congrats on being our number one willing client!”

“Willing client?” you asked.

“Well, of course! For some reason, humans seem to really love the idea of a yandere until there’s one standing on their front porch!” he laughed.

“Humans? I’m sorry. Are you not human, Mr…?”

“Ah ah! No need for formalities! Just ‘The Matchmaker’ or simply ‘Matchmaker’.

“Oh, so… you don’t have a true name? Or is that just a title?”

“Oh darling~.” he sang sweetly. “That’s none of anyone’s fucking business, is it?”

Your eyes widened and let out a nervous chuckle. “Okay, got it! Just Matchmaker. Lovely name. Adore it. In fact, I love when strange mysterious men only give a title for a name.” What the hell does that even mean? You had no idea what you were saying anymore.

“Heh, smart cookie.” He winked. “Shall we begin?”

“Um, yeah, so… how does this work exactly?” you finally asked.

“Simple, my dear darling. Think of this as an ordinary matchmaking appointment. I have a stack of potential soulmates all ready to meet you. I have the same information about them that I also have of you. Each potential soulmate also has a picture so if you don’t really feel up to meeting face-to-face just yet you can look over the picture and see who captures your heart.”

“Face-to-face? So these guys have my picture too?” “Of course! And might I say, those pictures don’t do you justice. In all my years in this business, I’ve never seen such an obsession and overload of potential soulmates for just one person.”

You lightly blushed. “I-I don’t know about that… I barely got any sleep last night so I probably look like a zombie right now…”

“Au contraire, Darling. You look absolutely stunning. If I weren’t such a professional I would burn all these forms and claim you as my one and only~.”

You felt your entire face flush red as the Matchmaker pierced your soul with his longing gaze. It felt like he was staring into your very essence – like he could read you like a book. You nervously cleared your throat and shifted your eyes away, hoping to bring down your blush.

“S-So! Um… should we get started?” you stuttered, internally kicking yourself for being so easily flustered by a couple of smooth words. Ted Bundy would’ve had a field day with your dumbass.

“Ready whenever you are, my dear.” The Matchmaker set his briefcase on your coffee table and pulled out a single form and slid it over towards you. “Let’s start off with an easy one.”

You looked at the form along with the picture of a very attractive man paperclipped to the paper. According to the form, his name is Hamazawa Akita. He was in his early 20’s, had a varying array of hobbies from hiking to scuba diving, and was very much in love with you.

“Well, what do you think?”

“Hm, well, he’s very cute. And very active.”

“Would you like to meet him?”

“Um, sure… is there a number I could call or…?”

“No need! We can bring him in right now.” The Matchmaker snapped his fingers and you whipped your head towards the front door where Akita strolled in, all smiles. You looked back over the Matchmaker. “Did I not lock my door? Wait. More importantly, how’d he get here?!”

The Matchmaker smiled. “My dear, when you’re in this business you pick up a few tricks.” He then turned his attention towards Akita who now stood in the middle of the living room. “No. 1 would you like to introduce yourself?”

Akita stood tall and his eyes seemed to beam directly at you. “My name is Hamazawa Akita. Ever since I saw your picture I’ve dreamed about sweeping you off your feet and claiming you all to myself!”

“So, like 8 hours ago?”

“Yes!! But those hours feel like years when being away from you.”

“Hmm.”

“So, what do you think? Are you feeling the butterflies?”

You looked up Akita up and down and your face twisted as if you’re deciding on whether or not to buy a car or a piece of clothing.

“Um, to be honest my guy. I’m not feeling it.”

“Huh?”

“Excuse me, my darling?”

“Weeeelllll…. I mean, don’t get me wrong! You’re very attractive and your words are sweet, but I don’t think I believe any of it. Like, you just admitted to wanting me all to yourself only 8 hours ago, but I don’t really feel anything. Not even a shiver.”

The Matchmaker and Akita both looked at each other like they weren’t really expecting that. With a quick wave of his hand, Akita slumped his shoulders and headed towards your front door. You shouted out an apology as the dejected suitor walked out.

“Well, I didn’t expect that. I don’t normally get such competent clients. At least those that get past kicking and screaming.” The Matchmaker grinned. You shrugged.

“I guess I just know what I like. All the anime I’ve watched kind of gives you that high standard of what makes a yandere a real yandere, y’know?”

He nodded. “I cannot agree more. Well, we have plenty more where that came from. Shall we continue?”

*****

Papers were strewn across your coffee table in an unorganized fashion as both you and your estranged guest were tired beyond belief. You had no idea how many hours had passed nor how many guests were in and out of your apartment. You’re honestly surprised none of your neighbors complained or called the police. Your apartment would’ve looked like a clown car if anyone had been watching from the outside. You honestly lost count after No. 256. You let out another yawn and laid on your side trying your best to keep your eyes open. Maybe 2 hours of sleep wasn’t enough for the multiple interviews you had to conduct today. Maybe your 9th grade biology teacher was right. Maybe you are going to die alone. A weary sigh brought you from your thoughts.

“My, my. You are definitely the most high standard client I’ve ever had. I didn’t think we’d get to the triple digits in just one day.”

You also sighed and sat up in your seat. “I know. I’m sorry. It’s just… All these guys are cute and all, but they’re all lacking something. They’re either too forceful or not forceful enough. Too wimpy or too strong. Or too obsessed or just incredibly so lovesick that I feel like they’d fall in love with just about anyone who’d be willing. Ugh, why can’t this be simpler like adopting an animal?” You groaned. You also hadn’t thought this would take this long. You didn’t really think of yourself as having high standards until today. Until today, you’d be happy with anyone close to you in age and with a heartbeat. Who knew picking out a yandere soulmate would be so challenging. And who knew that there’d be so many willing participants! The Matchmaker reached into his briefcase and pulled another stack of forms and slid them over to you. There must be at least over a hundred papers in front of you. How did he have so many?!

“How about we switch things up, hm? You’ll look over the papers and when you see someone that catches your eye, I’ll bring him in.” He made it sound like you were adopting a dog or a cat. But if this made it go any faster, you were willing to try.

After about 3 more stacks of papers, you were starting to lose hope and patience. When you got to the last few papers, you stopped dead in your tracks. Woah baby!

“Woah baby!” you exclaimed.

“Did you find someone you like?” The Matchmaker asked hopefully.

“Oh yeah. This guy.” You showed him the paper. He furrowed his brows a little.

“Are you sure? I don’t think I remember this man. His name and face don’t seem familiar.”

“Really? Maybe he’s a late entry or something?”

Matchmaker stroked his chin in thought. “I’ll go check it out. Be right back, dear. I’m very sorry for this inconvenience.”

You waved off his apology with a smile and he left your apartment. You then leaned back with a groan. You just wanted to find your ‘soulmate’ or whatever and move on with this day. You closed your eyes for a second and waited patiently for Matchmaker to come back.

Tap tap tap

Just like deja vu, you were awoken by rapid knocking. Except this time it wasn’t coming from your front door.

Tap tap tap tap

It sounds like it’s coming from… your window?

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap

You quickly got up and walked towards your window and opened it.

“Woah!” You jumped back a little as you were met face to face with the man that you had picked out and that the Matchmaker went to go find.

‘Wow… he’s even cuter in person!!’

He let out a delicious chuckle and gave you a charming smile.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, darling~. Hehe, though I think that fear in your eyes was worth it. So adorable~.” For the second time today, a complete weirdo stranger has made you blush. Wait…

“Wait! I don’t have a balcony and I’m on the third floor. How’d you-?” You peeked over the window to see if he was pulling a Criss Angel.

“I have incredible grip strength~.” he winked.

“Oooh I’m sure~.” you swooned. For a weirdo, he was a smooth talking weirdo.

“Oh, I got these for you, sweetheart~.” He pulled himself up and sat on your windowsill and pulled out a bouquet of roughly cut flowers from behind him. You gasped and grabbed them, giving them a smell.

“These are my favorite!! How did you know? I don’t think that was one of the pieces of info required for the Matchmaker.” you asked.

The stranger chuckled. “Easy. I never filled out that stupid application.”

You looked up from your flowers and titled your head like a confused puppy.

“I already know everything about you. I don’t need a stupid piece of paper to tell me what I already know about you. Like, how I know that you have secret sweets hidden all throughout your room. Or that whenever you have a good day you love to sing Stray Kids.”

He inched closer to you as you backed up further into the room.

“You won’t eat frozen pizza, but every so often you eat a lobster roll from a food truck from Gary on Main St.. You have life destroying evidence of your boss that you’re planning on using on your last day. You’ve seen the Barbie movie 5 times. And…”

You felt your legs hit the couch and tried to keep yourself from falling onto your back like a defenseless turtle.

“Your favorite anime is… Dar-” You quickly covered the stranger’s mouth with a furious blush.

“I only watch it ironically!! I don’t love it! It’s not my favorite!” you quickly clarified. The gravity of the situation was made perfectly clear after that. This man really knew all about you. Honestly, you’re so loud that you’re pretty sure that people on the ground outside could hear you singing. And you don’t really pay attention to your surroundings so it's easy for someone to know that you eat from a food truck every other week at specific times. But, knowing your favorite secretly watched anime?

“W-Who… are you?” you stuttered. You’re pretty sure you already knew the answer.

He laughed and you felt his lips brush against your fingers. You blushed and tried to pull back, only to be stopped by his hands.

“Sweetie~. You already know who I am.” He grabbed the paper from the stack and put it next to his face. “See? I’m Yami Ai. Your soulmate.”

Before you could even process what was happening, you were gently pushed onto the couch with Yami hovering over you holding your hands beside your head. You couldn’t stop the blush erupting from your neck to your face. Your heart was beating way too fast and your stomach felt jumpy and queasy. Butterflies.

You cleared your throat. “Um… so, if you didn’t fill out a form then how come The Matchmaker had your profile and picture? And why didn’t you use the front door?”

Yami smirked and leaned in closer. “It’s pretty simple to pull off when your apartment does security checks on new guests entering the building.”

“But, my apartment doesn’t–” you stopped. “Ooooh… So you impersonated a security guard, slipped your profile and info into his briefcase, and were planning on showing up as one of the potential singles? That’s… convoluted. But, smart.” You shrugged. “And since you obviously knew which floor I was on and which window was mine, I assume you’ve been watching me for a while and were watching me last night when I couldn’t sleep?”

Yami laughed again. “You are so smart~. You really catch on quickly, don’t you?”

You shrugged again with a nervous smile. “W-Well, obviously not smart enough to not put in my personal info and have strange men come in and out of my apartment.”

Yami was quick to turn his gentle smile into a hard, harsh frown. His grip on your wrists grew tighter and you winced under the force he placed in you.

“You know, my darling. It’s partially my fault. If I hadn’t backed out and taken you that night, you’d never be in this situation. With those men eyeing you up and down like you were theirs. Having that smiling freak calling you ‘dear’ and ‘darling’ when only I can call you that. I was planning on getting rid of the competition, but you did that for me.”

Yami loosened his grip and lifted you up, staring into your eyes. You blushed again.

“Rejection after rejection. Some guys didn’t even get 2 words out before you turned away. Of course my darling would only want the most perfect man. Isn’t that right, darling~?”

“Hehehe~” you leaned in with a giggle. “You’re so sweet~.”

You are such a baby for flattery.

*****

“My dear darling, I’m so very sorry for the inconvenience. I didn’t mean to be gone for so long, but I could not find this person you–” Matchmaker explained, rushing in and stopping dead in his tracks when he saw both you and Yami, the man who left 30 minutes ago to go find, eating breakfast in the living room.

Sitting in his lap.

And feeding each other.

“Oh! Matchmaker!” you exclaimed, quickly swallowing your food. You didn’t notice Yami tightening his grip on your waist nor did you notice the cold glare and tense atmosphere enveloping the room. “Look who I found~.”

“I see…” he said hesitantly.

“He climbed up the building and came in through the window.”

“My~. How romantic~.” he sang. “So, I take it that you are satisfied with your soulmate? Or… do you wish to continue searching?” he asked teasingly. Before Yami could say anything, you quickly spoke again.

“Yep! I’m sure.” You ruffled Yami’s hair and nuzzled up against him. “I wouldn’t trade him for anyone else.” Yami hugged you closer to his chest as you giggled. “Plus, he makes the most amazing breakfast in the world, so extra points!” you cheered. You reached out towards the Matchmaker’s briefcase.

“Here you go! I put all the papers back in for you.”

Matchmaker quickly walked over and grabbed his briefcase along with your hand. “Well, my dear. It’s been an honor. You are truly the most remarkable and memorable client I have ever had.” he said with a bow and made his way towards the door. However, before leaving he chuckled and looked back at the both of you. “Although, it’s a shame,” he sighed. “Maybe if I had stayed, I would’ve snatched you up myself.”

And with a final loud laugh, The Matchmaker disappeared, but not before Yami stood up to lounge and attack the fleeting man like a guard dog. You snorted and caressed his face to calm him down. “Relax, Yami. He’s just joking.”

“Well, I hated his joke. Fuckin’ freak…” he grumbled. “And it’s Ai. You’re mine now. You should get used to calling each other by our first names.”

You smiled and leaned against him. “Okay, Ai. Whatever you say.”

“And if a man comes to the door, never EVER answer it, got it!”

“Mhm.”

“I’m serious, darling. I’ll gouge their eyes out right in front of you.”

“Yes sir.”

The rest of your life was going to be very interesting. Suck it, Ms. Braxton. I guess you’re the one dying alone. Because you have a yandere boyfriend! And she has gonorrhea. Bitch.

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a/n: this is so shit. i'm so sorry that i've been MIA for a while. work has been pretty crazy and i haven't really felt much motivated to write. however, i'm trying to get back into it now. with this goofy shit. kind of a joke piece, but i needed to write something silly and not serious at all to relax. (also i've been writing since 4 a.m., so...) anyways, i'm going to try and update regulary or at least post something.

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Promises

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | more coming soon..

“I make no promises, I can't do golden rings, but I'll give you everything tonight”

Pairing: Mafia Leader!Jaehyun x female reader (bakery/cafe owner)

Genre: Friends to lovers au, fluff, smut and angst

Warnings: gun and violence mention, blood mention, murder, stalking, alcohol mention, Minors DNI! Smut (unprotected sex, knife play, impregnation kink, rough sex, overstimulation, public sex, car sex)

Word Count: 13k

((A/N: WELL...its been some time, I apologize :( We got two new characters hehe! Also, if you are. jjk fan, the getou version is on our AO3 ;) I hope you enjoy this part, there will be a few more, Im thinking of actually publishing this one so I would love to receive feedback if you have any! Thank youuuu <3)

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[A month later]

“Hey..what do you want to drink?” Your friend taps your shoulder to awaken you from your daze.

With the music booming and the lights flashing, you’d think you’d be wide awake in the club, but the truth was you were thinking about him.

You missed him. You missed his smile, his voice, his comfort. Sure, he was mean when he left, but it didn’t stop your heart from falling in love with him. Although, your mind knew better. He wanted nothing to do with you, so why think about him?

“I’ll take cranberry vodka.” You nod at her.

After a few minutes she hands the drink to you and smiles. “I’m so happy you got a break. Let’s go dance!”

And so you down your drink and head to the dance floor, doing your best to push his image and touch out of your head.

You twirl around, moving your hips freely to the music and feeling your head become heavier by the second.

After nearly 20 minutes you stumble towards the back in search of the bathroom.

“It’s down the hall, honey.” Another bartender points.

You sigh as you relieve yourself. Few things felt as good as peeing while drunk. You look at yourself in the mirror, laughing at how dizzy you felt. But damn were you hot, you went with the perfect dress tonight, how could you not get any attention from the men out there?

Well, you’ll just have to try again, you thought to yourself and stepped out after washing your hands. The only problem with this plan is that you accidentally turned in the opposite direction and left through the back door of the club.

By the time you realized and turned around to get back in, the heavy metal door slammed shut. “Shit.”

You balance yourself on the wall and walk around, and just as you turn the corner you see something familiar.

It’s Jaehyun’s car.

Your eyes widen, your brain immediately pushing away your desire for any male attention other than his. Wait, why are you like this? He doesn’t want you, remember?

But still, it wouldn’t hurt to get a glimpse of him, right?

You walk towards his car and look up at the building it’s parked in front of.

The building is dark, except for one floor with lit up bulbs. Tipsy and without a plan, you head up to it.

The area is sketchy so you really shouldn’t be snooping around, but you text your friends you’ll be back.

As you approach the level, you hear a lot of talking and arguing. You then peek through a hole in a wall separating the hall from the lit up room and see a man tied up in a chair with a bag over his head.

You look to the left to see Jaehyun. The man of your dreams wears a black t-shirt and jeans, and still looks wonderful.

Your eyes widen when you see him wiping a knife with a long blade clean, blood stains the cloth and you breathe heavily as you notice that the man’s arm is dripping in blood.

“It’s a pity you won’t tell us what we need, we’ll find it out anyway..” His familiar voice echoes in the warehouse. 

“You can try to drink your problems away but you’ll never escape me.” Jaehyun smiles wickedly at him. It’s a sinister smile that would send anyone running, but not you, of course not. You strangely have the adverse reaction, needing to see that face, one he’d give you as you look over your shoulder to see him ruining you from behind. 

Stop.

That’s your drunk mind talking. He was right, no matter how much you drank, you’d never escape him.

Nonetheless, it seems they’d caught the man at the bar you were at right before you got there.

Another henchman brings a crying and tied up woman out from another room and throws her onto the floor in front of the man. The gang member then takes the covering off of the man’s head and the man screams a blood curdling scream as he sees the woman on the floor.

“Your wife has been through a lot already, Leonidas..put her out of her misery now by just telling us the truth..” 

Her husband won’t budge, shaking his head and repeating “I’m sorry..I’m sorry I can’t” over and over. You swallow hard. Your hands start to tremble. What is Jaehyun’s plan if he still refuses to cooperate?

And then, one of Jaehyun’s men kicks her in the stomach repeatedly, making her spew out blood. You squint and look away, but the sound of her screams of agony pierce your ears. 

You start to cry, covering our mouth to quiet your own sobbing.

“Do you really want to see how ugly this gets?” Jaehyun marches over then stabs her thigh.

You gasp as your eyes widen. No. How could he do this to an innocent woman?

The sight is messy and you turn away again. You shouldn’t be here, you have no business watching this. This can’t be the same man that you daydream about. This can’t be the man that you served pastries and coffee to, or the one that made sure you got home safe every night. You feel sick to your stomach.

The man is still silent, Jaehyun rolls his eyes before leaning down in front of him. “She will suffer because of you, is that really what you want?”

The man looks at his wife who is curled up on the ground and in tears. “Please..forgive me.”

“Leonidas! Please!!” She begs while reaching out for him.

Jaehyun steps back and nods towards another henchman who picks up a gun and shoots the lower part of the woman’s spine before your brain can even comprehend what is happening. The sharp sound nearly deafens you, but you still don’t run away. 

Jaehyun looks back at the man as he winces from seeing her writhe like a fish out of water. “Now..she’s paralyzed, was it worth it?”

You step back, but you’re suddenly grabbed up by the collar and dragged into the room by one of the members. 

“Hey! Ow!”

He throws you onto the floor, making you jam your knees onto the concrete.

“Look what we got here boss, a snitch.”

Jaehyun turns to you as you curse out. “Shit! Let me go!”

His eyes widen as he breaks his intimidating presence for a moment. “What the hell?!”

“Do you want us to tie her up?” The man grabs you up by your hair as you grunt. You raise your hands in an effort to scratch his strong arms.

“No! Get your hands off her!” Jaehyun hurries over.

The man lets your hair go, making you fall to the floor and grunt.

Jaehyun quickly places the gun down and helps you up. He grabs your wrist, tighter than ever before, nearly crushing your bone as he drags you out and into the hall. “Ow! Jaehyun..you’re hurting me!”

“What the fuck are you doing? Are you crazy?!” He tosses you into a wall, and the fact that you look amazing tonight still doesn’t stop him from being upset about you being there.

“I’m-I’m sorry, I just...I saw your car and -I wanted to see what you were up to and..” you start to sob.

“Why?!”

You sniffle, still tipsy, you can’t hold back the truth. “I missed you and I think..I think I love you.”

His brows furrow. “Love? You can’t fucking love me..”

“Those people..Jaehyun, I…I saw what you did, why are you doing this?”

“Did you like what you fucking saw?! Can you still love me after this? This is what I do, y/n. Get that through your thick skull! I’m not a nice fucking person, I hurt people!” He is infuriated, he doesn’t try to calm you down as you cry harder. He should take a moment to remember that you're probably drunk out of your mind right now, but in his anger, he can't seem to think of that fact.

He’s frightening, you can’t help but tremble under him. His face is filled with fury, and it’s the same face you saw the night he saved you from those two men, but you’re not so sure if you’re as lucky as you were last time.

“I’m sorry-it’s just..I didn’t expect you to—“

“To what?! What y/n?!” He steps closer as he yells.

“Kill innocent people!” You finally let out.

He nods. “Innocent?? What- well! Merry fucking Christmas, hope you liked your surprise. This is exactly why you should stay away from me! You don’t know me! You don’t want to know me! And I don’t want to see you again, do you understand?!”

You don’t respond, you only cry into your hands.

He grabs your wrist again to pull you back into the room.

“Hold her still!” He points to two large men who hold your arms up.

“Jaehyun..stop..please..I’ll leave..” You heave. He picks a gun from the table up. 

“No!! Don’t do this..you don’t have to! There’s another way..Jaehyun..please!!”

The man and woman beg him as well, pleading loudly as they desperately try to escape the men and rope that keep them in place as well.

He shoots the husband and wife 3 times each, making you jump and turn away.

You push the henchmen away from you and wail while on the floor. 

“Look at me!” Jaehyun commands.

He bends down and takes your chin into his hand, forcing you to look into his eyes as his fingers dig into your cheeks. He looks into your wet, red eyes, but not an ounce of regret flows through him. You had to see this, you had to hate him. Only then could you truly want this separation.

He hated to see you cry, but it was necessary. If you saw him as a saint, if you fell in love with who you thought was a “good man” only to find out how evil he is further down the line, it would only hurt more.

“This is who I am..you shouldn’t..you can’t love me..now get out of here.”

He lets you go. You quickly scurry to your feet.

You run as far as you can while crying, a million thoughts run through your head, the loudest being “how could you be so stupid to fall in love with a gang leader?”

Jaehyun turns to one of the men who starts to put their guns away.

“You just killed our lead, boss.”

Jaehyun stares at the dead man who should’ve provided key information as to where enemy shipments were docking.

“The bastard wasn’t going to tell us anything, he even let his wife die..tomorrow, we’ll see if his friend is just as selfish.”

Jaehyun puts his jacket on and heads out without another word.

On his drive back home, he thinks about everything that happened and if he had to do what he did. The truth is he had to kill them. The minute his guy dragged you into the room, this was decided. Should the man and his wife be let free, they would quickly expose your identity to his rivals and put your life at risk, and he couldn’t have that happening. You messed things up and didn’t even know. To make matters worse, based on his reaction everyone in the room could tell you were special to him. 

He lays down in bed and tries to sleep, but after tossing and turning, he decides he should just go to the gym to take out his frustrations.

The punching bag becomes his main target. With every punch he thinks of how he felt when he yelled at you. Why was he so rough? You just confessed your love and this is how he reacts? He doesn’t deserve you. He knew that from the very beginning and his greed and lust still pushed it. He knew it because he didn’t want to just say ‘goodbye’ after having sex with you, he wanted to stay and hold you close, hugging you until the sun rose. 

He wanted to whisper sweet words as he watched you sleep in his arms. He had never wanted this from any sexual partner before. Thus, he realized he loves you too, he always will and for that reason he cannot put your life at risk. 

He sweats large drops of salty water as he pants.

He sits on the bench, wondering if he should call and apologize for being too harsh on you. He plans on leaving you alone, but the least he could do is apologize first.

He picks the phone up and stares at your unsaved number. But after a few seconds, he decides not to call, putting the phone back on the bench beside him and picking up his water bottle instead.

As he gulps it down, and as he does, he remembers how drunk you were and can’t help but wonder if you got home safely. So he picks the phone up and checks your location.

You’re home.

He sighs. He should stop by and see if you’re awake. 

No. He shouldn’t

But once again, Jaehyun can’t resist you.

He uses a lock pick to get into your apartment easily, making note of how he should really get you a chain lock for the inside.

He walks in slowly and quietly before pushing your room door open slightly. And there you were, curled up in bed and snoring lightly. It was nice to know you were sleeping soundly, but he knew his words and actions cut deep this time, maybe too deep to recover from.

He observes your cute face, your brows furrowed slightly and your lips pursed. To be with you—no—to even look at you is a privilege, one he did not deserve.

He places a soothing cream for your wrist on your nightstand as well as a hangover cure drink, then turns to leave.

You take in a sharp breath, causing him to turn around swiftly. Did you wake up?

You breathe heavily, your eyes move quickly under your lids.

“No..no..” You mumble and groan. Your breathing quickens. It sounds like you’re on the verge of a panic attack.

Not knowing how else to help you before it’s too late, he quickly lays down in bed beside you and hugs you from behind. “I got you, baby, it’ll be okay shh.”  

He holds you in his arms until you start to breathe normally again. Your eyes never open. 

I could stay here..just tonight..it wouldn’t hurt, would it? He already knows the answer. He tells himself he is doing this to help you, but he knows he’s doing it for his own selfish reasons. To be able to feel your warmth, to smell your hair, to listen to you breathe in the stillness of the night, that’s why he does it.

Your eyes open slightly but he can’t see, you try to process what exactly is happening while panicking for a moment, but then it clicks. His cologne surrounds you just as his arms do.

Jaehyun.

He was hugging you close as you dreamt.

You decide to close your eyes and enjoy your last moment with him, with the man you could only know now as a cold hearted killer.

After a few minutes, he slowly releases you from his hold and gets out of the bed. 

You both needed to be away from each other for now, so he silently leaves your apartment and heads home.

You wake up the next morning alone and with a splitting headache.

You rub your temple, squinting as the sun peers through your window. Then, you feel another aching pain. 

You look down at your wrist and it all comes back to you.

“Shit.” You whisper to yourself. 

What happened the night before was real..very real actually. Jaehyun made it clear that he wasn’t interested in you anymore, so now the only thing you can do is move on and try to forget him. Try.. at least try. You get up and get ready for work after downing the drink he left for you on your nightstand. That strange bastard. How can he care for you, but hurt you at the same time?

[One Month Later]

Jaehyun mustered up the courage to face you finally. He just couldn’t bear it anymore. Every day he had to watch you travel your usual route from home to work as a little dot on his phone screen. He refused to do it any longer. He had to see you, hear from you, touch you..hold you. It’s the only way he’d feel sane again.

He sits at his usual spot, meanwhile, you didn’t notice he’s even opened the door. Why? You’re too caught up in a conversation with another man. You smile and laugh a bit too much for his liking. How could you? How could you share your happiness with another man while he aches for you?

How and why are you flirting with another customer? And in just a few minutes he hears it. 

 “Thank you Johnny, I’ll see you next time.”

You even call him by his first name? 

The man takes his bag of bread and heads out with a small smile.

Jaehyun looks back at you, only to catch you smiling hard as Johnny leaves.

But then, your smile fades when you see him.

You flinch when you see him at your counter and he notices. He really did scare you that night. He thinks to himself. His heart does hurt when he remembers how badly he messed up, but his mind is enraged with the thought that you may have moved on.

You look away and start to wipe down the counter. 

“Do you know all your customer’s first name’s now?” Jaehyun says as he tilts his head. You ignore him. 

You look over your shoulder to the back.

“Mark! There’s someone out here who needs help”

“Ok!”

You resume your chore, scrubbing an already clean surface as you try not to face Jaehyun. He controlled your every thought night and day. He’s no good for you, you know that, and you figured distance and time would help. Yet, here he was. Never allowing that theory to come true as he closes in on distance and takes up your time.

Mark looks around nervously. You hired Mark shortly after that incident so you could 1. Not be alone with any creeps and 2. Get some help in the bakery. There’s no way you can handle all the work yourself. 

He clears his throat. “What would you like to order?

Jaehyun chuckles, “A minute with the owner.”

Mark sighs then looks back at you while you place fresh cookies on the display. He turns back to Jaehyun and pouts. “Unfortunately, we don’t have that”

Jaehyun frowns. He feels like an asshole for how he acted. Technically, he had no right to be upset with you, and he only came to apologize. You don’t owe him a word and you’re clearly upset, so there’s no point in making your pain last longer.

Mark sighs and walks away.

“Y/n..how I acted that night..was completely unacceptable. I was..worried about you, but I made a fool of myself and went too far. You don’t deserve that, and I’m so sorry. I understand why you don’t wish to speak with me..but I will never stop hoping that one day you do.” He stands up.

You look him in the eyes, holding back tears as your chest rumbles.

”Please leave if you don’t plan on ordering anything.” You say through thin lips.

You head to the back office as Mark takes over the front. 

You try to act like you don’t care but deep down you do. and as you sit at your desk, you lay on your arms and wonder what should you do. Why does your heart feel so heavy with guilt? You’re the one that’s hurt, right? You deserve better, so just wait for it. But no..you want him, you can’t deny it. He was terrifying that night, he went too far. 

However, as news surfaced about the couple he killed, mysteriously found dead in the woods, the truth about their wrongdoings came to light. They used money from drug trafficking to start up their own ring of slave trafficking, a completely new level of crime. You remembered enjoying coffee one night while closing. You asked Jaehyun if his job entailed hurting innocent people and he assured you he didn’t, turns out, he was right. 

Long story short, he saved a few innocent lives by taking care of those rotten demons. He is an interesting variation of Batman.

He still scared you though, that you wouldn’t deny.

Jaehyun is dissatisfied with you ignoring him, but he leaves you alone.

[The Next Month]

“Happy Birthday Mark!” You and your friends yell out at the busy nightclub.

Mark smiles widely and thanks everyone before putting two soon-to-be-emptied bottles up in the air. 

You dance the night away and do some drinking yourself. You bump hips with Mark and throw your hands in the air while having an amazing time. The lights flash, the music is nearly deafening and the floor shakes under your feet. It’s nice to let go.

“Want another shot?” Mark pushes his hair back while leaning towards you.

Feeling quite tipsy, you shake your head. “I’m good!” You didn’t need things to go south like they did the last time you got drunk.

Mark hugs you tightly before running off to the bar. You laugh while watching him prance away without a care in the world.

A few feet away from you sits the club's owner. He takes a long drag from his cigarette and lets it rest inbetween his fingers while leaning back.

“Let’s dance, babe…it’s too boring here!” The girl in a tight hot pink dress sitting beside him runs her hand over his thigh. He brushes her away and scoots further down on the couch. 

“I’ll tell you what..go ahead and dance and if I like the way you move, I’ll join you.”

She jumps up and runs to the floor, still oblivious to the fact that his attention has been on someone else the entire time.

“Hey.” You hear a low voice call out from behind. You turn to see a tall man with blue hair gazing down at you with wide eyes. 

Why not? You think to yourself. It’s been a while since you’ve felt the embrace of a hot guy.

You start to dance, letting the music flow through your bodies as they grind against each other.

He runs his hand along your throat, tilting your chin so that he can access your lips from behind. You can feel his steamy breath hit your bottom lip, you’re so close and then-

You’re separated. 

“What the fuck, dude?” The man lets out when he sees a girl in a tight pink dress walk away after bumping into the two of you hard.

“Sorry about that.” a male voice calls out from behind you. You turn and gasp.

Jaehyun.

“She got a little carried away.” He walks after the girl. Your heart drops. Did he just brush past you like that? Not even a glance or “hi.” Are you really nothing to him?

You shouldn’t be surprised. You’re the one that cut things off. So why does it hurt so bad to see him with someone else?

“You good?” The blue haired man interrupts your thoughts. 

You force a smile. “Yeah..yeah for sure! Do you..want to go to the bathroom?”

He smiles widely and takes your hand. The two of you struggle to make your way through the crowd and towards the back to continue your makeout session. 

Jaehyun watches you and sends a message to one of his men.

He tells them to lock the bathroom doors. He knew you were less likely to make out with the guy in public like this.

He had to stop it.

“Hey! You said you like the way I move, let’s dance!” The girl grabs his arm.

He pulls away, gently taking her hand off of him. “I’ll be right back.”

He hurries to the back where he sees you both struggling to open the door. Suddenly, the power is cut off. You can’t see anything and now the guy's hand has left yours. Everyone yells and screams. Some screaming out of fear, some screaming out of excitement. It’s chaos, but after just 10 seconds, the flashing lights and music come back on.

Your makeout partner, however, is gone.

You look everywhere for the handsome blueberry, but he’s nowhere to be found. 

“Shit.” You say quietly then head back to the dance floor to look for Mark and your friends.

Jaehyun owned the club so it didn’t take long for him to get what he wanted. Power off? Got it. Bathrooms closed? Done. Blue haired guys get kicked out for no reason? Absolutely.

You push your way through the crowd and bump into Jaehyun again. This time, the girl he was with earlier has an arm around his neck while dancing against his chest. He has a cigarette in his mouth, but gives you a sly smile when he sees you watching them.

She grinds on him but his eyes are focused on you. His dark eyes are hard to resist, boring holes into your skull and making your clothes feel even tighter than they were before. You swallow hard then turn away quickly and continue to look for Mark.

The night goes on and you continue to dance with your friends. It’s not until about 3 AM that everyone is ready to leave.

You wait for an UVER outside with a hammered Mark.

“Boss. That was..so..fun..” he slurs out.

“I’m glad you had a great time.” you laugh out as he rests his head on your shoulder.

30 minutes have passed and UVER drivers have either declined the ride or not shown up at all. “What the hell is going on?”

Other people had their designated drivers and were heading home already. The night air starts to feel extra chilly when you realize it’s just the two of you outside now.

“Busy night?..” a man says as he drives up to the front of the club.

You look into the car. “Yeah it seems like-“ your face drops.

“I can drop you guys off if you’d like.” Jaehyun continues.

You step back. “We’re good..thank you.”

“Please y/n..you’re on the way anyway.”

“I said we’re fine! Just leave us-“

Mark stumbles to the ground, falling face flat. 

“Shit!” You yell out then try to pick him up.

Jaehyun hops out of the car to help you.

“The UVER should..ugh..be here in a few minutes.”

Jaehyun leans Mark against his car and looks at you with a serious, almost scary expression. “Are you lying to me?”

You roll your eyes. “Why are you talking to me like I’m a child? Just leave us alone.”

“I’ll wait until it gets here.”

“We don’t need you to do that” 

“It’s my choice, I won’t go home until everyone else does.”

“Oh, are you pulling a Batman again?”

“Come on y/n, think about the surge rates..”

You look away and cross your arms.

“I was a dick, I know-“

“Was?” You raise an eyebrow.

“But let me make it up to you, I’ll drop you both off, he can get rest and you can get home safely..please.”

You look at your phone and sure enough UVER has boosted the price 5x.

You look at Mark then at Jaehyun. “Fine.”

He helps you put Mark in the car. He sleeps and lays on his side on the backseat.

You then sit in the passenger seat with your hands in your lap. A few minutes pass and Jaehyun can’t help it.

“How are you?”

“I’m fine.”

He nods. 

“Did you like the nightclub?”

You don’t respond this time, you only look out of the window as he drives.

A few seconds pass and only Mark’s snoring fills the tense air.

“We worked hard on it, changed the tiles, redid the bar, and-“

“How are you always conveniently popping up?” You ask him angrily.

“You can’t just come to my club and not expect to see me, y/n..” he says smoothly.

You turn to him.

“My..club?”

He can’t contain his laughter “oh you had no idea huh?”

“You never told me you owned a nightclub..” 

“I never told you much about my job, baby”

You shiver when he says “baby” in such a low tone. 

You scoff. “Job..if that’s what you call it.” You roll your eyes and relax into the seat.

‘And that’s why it didn’t work’ is what you want to say, but you don’t.

“I also didn’t know you started smoking again.”

Jaehyun can’t help but smile. You’re worried about him, and it shows in how much attention you give him. You still care.

“I didn’t..just needed a little something tonight.”

“Good. I hate the smell.”

He looks at you to see if you realized your mistake. 

“Does it matter anymore? I’m never near you..” He tilts his head.

“Oh…right.” You say quietly.

He clears his throat. “How have you been though? Is the business doing well?”

“I don’t want to talk, Jaehyun.” 

And there it is. You shut him out again. Was what he did that bad? Yeah, he may have killed a person..two people..in front of you..twice, and yeah, he may have yelled and said awful things. But did it warrant this treatment from you? Well..yes. You’re too good for him, he needs to remember that. He swallows hard when he comes to the realization that he will never stop trying to get you back. Whether it takes 1 month, 5 years, or a decade, deep down, he will always want you. 

He waits for a few minutes to pass then he tries again.

“Come on sweetheart, we can start over.” He grips the steering wheel tightly with one hand.

The slight airiness in his voice sends you back to the night you had with him. His sweaty skin against your body, his large hands gripping you tightly enough to wring you dry. All while he pants and leans into your ear to call you “sweetheart.”

You close your legs tightly and shake the memory away.

You chuckle. You can’t believe the audacity of this man.

“First of all don’t call me that…and it seems to me you’re already starting something with another girl.”

“Oh?..did that upset you?”

You turn to him. “Seeing a cold killer dance with someone? No..no I’m not upset at all, I feel bad for her.”

he glances at Mark to make sure he’s still sleeping. “A killer? Me?” He chuckles.

“He’s passed out, and even if he wasn’t I’d kill you if you laid a finger on him.”

“Oo a threat?, I’d like to see you try, I wonder if you’d start trembling again?”

“Oh fuck off.” You roll your eyes.

“What about that Johnny guy? What’s his deal?”

You bunch your brows. “Oh did that upset you?”

Jaehyun shakes his head and looks into the road sternly. “You guys just seem close, that’s all.”

“You think I’m sleeping with every customer I know on a first name basis now?”

“No-that’s not-“

“Yes, Jaehyun, you caught me. I’m fucking Johnny and other customers before and after work every day, happy?”

He turns to you, clenching his jaw and narrowing his eyes. 

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” You turn back to him.

“Don’t get sarcastic with me.”

“Or what?”

Just then Mark snores loudly, so loud you jump in your seat. The two of you burst out into laughter.

The rest of the drive is silent. You both help Mark into his apartment, then Jaehyun drives you to yours.

He lets you out at the loop right in front of the building. “Do you want me to walk you up?”

You turn to him before stepping out of his car. “Since when do I need help to get to my apartment?. Goodbye Jaehyun.”

He takes your hand. “I..I’m sorry.”

“I know you are.” You withdraw it from his hold and walk away. 

The night ends just like countless other nights have ended for him, he dreams about you, grasping the sheets on his bed, hoping to feel your skin just once. Eventually, he gives up and either works out or stands in front of his floor to ceiling windows with a cigarette in hand while watching the sun rise.

[Two Weeks Later]

Jaehyun holds your hand gently, helping you into the massive teacup you’re about to ride in together. It’s been a great day at Disney, and now with the sun setting, casting a warm glow onto your lover's face, you enjoy one last ride together.

The cups spin and spin, making you slide up and down the curved bench inside. Jaehyun giggles and reaches out for you to hold you close. You rest in his broad arms, time seems to stand still for a moment. You only feel the peace of the air in between you, the longing gazes, and the golden hue of the sky. 

His smile fades into a frown. “I’m sorry sweetheart..”

Your brows bunch together. “Sorry? About what?”

You’re jolted awake by the sound of your vibrating phone.

“Damn it..” you rub your eyes before grabbing your phone. Another stupid dream about your stupid ex-wait, could you even call him that?

You yawn while scratching your head. “I really gotta stop doing that.” But you can’t control your dreams, they manifest from what your heart wants. Nonetheless, you unlock your phone to see what the notification is.

It’s a text

Banker: let’s meet to discuss a few things about your application.

You nod to yourself. “Perfect.”

You knew what the Banker meant when he said he wanted to meet up. In exchange for him tweaking a few things on your loan application, you’ll satisfy his..specific needs. Will this be your proudest moment? Probably not, but you need to do what you need to do.

You swallow hard. Jaehyun’s face of disappointment enters your mind. 

“Ugh…” you lay back down in bed. He did have a point. Why should you sell yourself when someone you actually like is willing to give you money for just existing?

Then you remind yourself. Where is that money coming from? It’s blood money, and you want nothing to do with it.

And sure, he’d be disappointed, but what does that change? At the end of the day you still have a stack of bills that are starting to tilt like the tower of Pisa on your dining table. 

“Wait..what he thinks doesn’t matter.” You sit back up in bed and laugh to yourself.

You: Okay

[The Next Day]

Jaehyun pours the milk over his cereal before exhaling loudly. He still regrets how he acted with you, he misses you more than anything, but what can he do to fix everything? The truth is he knows he’ll have to let you go, you deserve better anyway. You deserve peace and a partner that can help you run your business. A partner that will bake with you then go over your finances together. 

Jaehyun sits down while imagining what he thinks is the life you deserve. You and your partner could eventually offer catering and delivery services for your bakery, you could hire more people so you wouldn’t have to work so hard. And then you’d have time for kids-

Kids..

Jaehyun’s smiles fondly. “She’d be a good mom…”

All of this can and will happen..just not with him. He needs to let you go, for the thought of you being with someone else is just too hurtful. The time is now, he needs to change now. And the first step is deleting the tracker app.

He unlocks his phone and opens the app for the last time. “She’s probably at the bakery right now..”

But no…you’re not at the bakery. You’re in a random parking lot.

He chews slowly and stares with a puzzled expression.

Any plans that you made would likely be in your text or map history, so he decides to take a look at your recent texts.

He puts his spoon down, standing straight up as what he sees shocks him to his core.

“The fucking banker.” 

Jaehyun grabs his jacket and runs out.

He’s furious especially since you already tried doing it this way and he stopped it. How could you do this to him? How could you do this to yourself? He speeds to your location.

Meanwhile, you and the banker sit in his car in the middle of a relatively empty parking lot. You sit nervously in the passenger seat.

The banker tells you that he went over your profile and application, and he’d be happy to approve your loan with the minimum interest. 

You’re ecstatic and relieved. “Oh my god…that’s amazing, thank you!”

The 50-something year old looks into your eyes and nods. “I made it work for you.”

“I appreciate that..”

He leans forward and stares at your lips. “You are so beautiful, I had to do something to help.”

You take a deep breath and try to accept what’s happening, but you can’t bring yourself to meet him halfway.

He opens his eyes. “Oh..is this too much? I’m sorry, I-“

“Oh no..it’s fine..but I’m..not ready yet..”

He looks defeated, and sits back in his seat.

The guilt starts to rip through you, he isn’t pushy or aggressive. He genuinely is helpful, but the attraction just isn’t there. 

You break the silence. “I’d rather let you touch me.” 

You’re quiet and shy, a stark contrast to how you are with Jaehyun because deep down, you don’t really want it.

“Oh..really?”

You nod.

He leans forward, biting his bottom lip as he reaches out. He caresses the warm skin of your neck before moving his hand further down to your shoulder.

You swallow hard as the man pushes your strap off your shoulder slowly, then drags his thumb over your bra. 

“Is this okay?” He asks. You nod, desperate to have him finish quickly so you can go home and relax. He puts his other hand into his pants.

Yes, finally-just get it over with and-

*crash*

The driver window suddenly shatters as someone punches through it.

You scream as you watch the masked man covered in black attire from head-to-toe punch the banker through the window in seconds. There’s glass everywhere, on the floor, in your lap, and all over the banker’s clothing and hair.

He then grabs him by the collar and drags him out of the car through the space created by the broken window.

The banker screams, but the man holds the banker up by the collar and chokes him until he loses consciousness. Your mouth falls open, he may just kill the banker.

“Stop! Please! He didn’t do anything! We were just-“

The man lets the banker’s limp body drop to the floor. You sit in silence as you watch him look down on his body for a few seconds. Then, a chill attacks your spine. He lifts his head and his focus slowly shifts to your face.

Your eyes widen. The panic sets in and you jump out of the car, running away from the masked man. 

He runs after you at an alarming speed.  His steps triple that of yours. You can’t out run him. He grabs you by the waist and swings you around. 

You flail in his arms. “Please!! Please don’t hurt me!”

He doesn’t say anything, he simply throws you over his shoulder and takes you to his black van. You sob and beg him to let you go.

He only turns back around and walks to the banker. He takes his wallet and watch then walks back to you while shoving them in his pocket. Through the small slit over his eyes you can see a menacing darkness. You have no idea what his intentions are, but you don’t think they’re good. You look around you to see rope, tape, bags of cement, bricks, and a shovel. You start hyperventilating and scurry to the corner of the van to get away from him, but he still gets closer and closer to you. 

“Hands behind you.” The man says through a voice changing box. You do as he says and place your arms behind you. He easily spins you around and ties you up with rope. He then spins you back and stares into your eyes.

“Please..let me go..I don’t even know him that well..if he owes you, just take it out on him..”

The man doesn’t say anything, he looks at your exposed shoulder and drooping bra cup now resting slightly above your nipple. He reaches over, a flinch escaping you as a result.

He keeps moving his hand until he grabs the strap and fixes your dress over your bra again. His icy fingers graze your skin.

You swallow hard and start to relax just a bit. “Th-thank you.”

He leaves the back of the van, slamming the door shut before jumping into the driver’s seat.

In a few hours, the banker is hit with the worst headache of his life. He stands up slowly and looks at his broken window. Then, it all starts to come back to him. He sighs. He doesn’t have his wallet or watch, but he’s more than happy to be alive. He heads home like nothing happened. He’s pretty sure you were kidnapped, but what could he do? He can’t tell any one of what happened or call the police because technically he isn’t supposed to be meeting with clients, especially not in sketchy areas like that.

Telling the truth would only make things harder for him. He shrugs his shoulders and turns the radio up.

Once in a secluded area, the man parks and opens the van door.

“Please let me go, I won’t tell anyone about this I-“

He takes his mask off and you gasp.

“Y-you..you fucking bastard.”

Jaehyun doesn’t respond, he unties you and with the van door still open, you dash out of the van and run.

Finally, you’re free. Just keep running and then-

You come to an abrupt halt when you realize you’re at the edge of a cliff.

“Shit.” Your eyes widen. 

“Help!!! Help me!!!” You yell but the echo only comes back to you.

“No one can hear you scream out here, sweetheart.” Jaehyun says as he walks towards you at a leisurely pace.

You walk back to him angrily. He smirks slightly.

You slap him hard. “Take me home now! I can’t believe you fucking kidnapped me!” His face swings to the left, and he steps back in surprise. He looks back at you with narrow eyes as he clenches his jaw.

“Saved you. And no, not until you explain what the hell you were doing with that creep.”

“Oh my god…I don’t even know if he’s okay..did you kill him?” Your hands grip your head.

“No, he’ll just be out for a little while.”

“Why the hell would you do that?”

“I could’ve done worse if I wanted to, you already know that.” He steps closer to you. His eyes darken, and that scary, murderous glint in them starts to show through. 

“Now..explain what you were doing…or I WILL go back and kill him so there’s no chance of it happening again.”

“You’re crazy! I don’t owe you an explanation! You mean nothing to me!” You say too fast without realizing that it was a lie and mistake.

Jaehyun is shocked, but he chuckles, tilting his head to the side in a sort of ‘well, well, well’ manner.

Is this what he needs to hear to finally let you go? 

“I-“ you sigh and your voice lowers slightly. “You know what I mean, Jaehyun. We aren’t married, we aren’t dating, we’re not even friends. Why should I explain my personal life to you?”

“So what? I’m supposed to act like I don’t fucking care?”

Your eyes widen as you walk towards him again with frantically moving hands. “Yes! Yes exactly! Because one second you do care and the next you don’t, it’s driving me crazy! What is it that you want?!”

“You already know that answer.” He tilts his head.

“God, Jaehyun. I’m done with your games.” You wave him off and turn away. 

“You didn’t want it, y/n. I saved you.” 

You flick your head back to him. “Well, Batman, guess what? I was so close to getting what I needed! But of course, you make it about yourself.” You put your hands on your hips and look back out at the cliff. “Plus, you scared the shit out of me!”

“And I’m sorry about that, but it was necessary.”

You scoff. “Necessary? You always do what you think is necessary without considering how it might affect me…”

“It’s what’s best for you, y/n.”

You close your eyes tightly. “Oh my God, you’re impossible.” 

After a few seconds of silence, you pretend to walk by him, but quickly grab his pocket knife from his front pocket. He spins around when he notices, but you press it into his neck quickly.

He chuckles before tilting his mouth into a devious smile. “You never told me you were a spy..” he says sarcastically after seeing you move with such precision. 

Truth was, after nearly getting pick pocketed, and possibly worse, on the night he saved you, you took up self-defense classes.

“I’m not playing around, Jaehyun. Take me home.” You press the blade in slightly.

He’s surprised, but he knows you won’t actually hurt him. “Come on y/n..this isn’t you.” 

He has to admit that seeing you like this did turn him on slightly. He feels a twitch in his pants as he imagines you holding the knife to his neck, riding him while you cry his name out to the heavens. Then he’d grab it from you and flip you over so he could pound into you from behind, holding the knife to your neck as he smashes his hips into you. You’d be the prettiest broken thing by the time he’s done with you.

“I’m different now, I’ve seen the things you do, I want nothing to do with you.” You were lying, you still love him. You dream about him nearly every night and your heart races when you think of him, even as you try to remember how cruel he is. 

He steps forward, forcing you to walk backwards to the van, still looking into your wide eyes. 

“W-what are you doing? Stop moving!” You blink rapidly.

“Do it, sweetheart, kill me, if I mean nothing to you…do it.” He smiles.

As turned on as he is right now, he knows that you are heartbroken because of him and now is his chance to be completely honest about his adoration of you. He needed to fix things fast. If you wanted to leave him after this, you should at least know how he feels first.

With the knife still pressed against him, he leans down closer to you. 

“I’m sorry..I’m so sorry. But I miss you..” he searches your panicking eyes before continuing. “I need you, I can’t go five minutes without wishing you were near me. You’re the only person I’ve truly..felt something with and I panicked, I don’t know what to do, I’ve never…”

You swallow hard, but don’t lift the knife away. Not yet. You need to hear more.

He pauses and looks away. “I don’t know. I don’t deserve you, I know that. But I’m a greedy bastard, I want you anyway.” His eyes float downward to your lips. Despite trembling like he expected you to, you don’t remove the knife.

“You can kill me if you’d like, that will be the only way for my mind and body to rest without you..” He continues to close the distance between you. “..but before you do, just kiss me one last time.”

Your mouth falls open. You’re stunned, still searching his eyes for a sign that he may be joking, but of course, no sign is there. The stone cold man with menacing tattoos just revealed how madly in love he is with you and you can’t do anything but stare in shock.

Your mind is telling you to run, to grab the keys, start the van, and drive home. But your heart..your body..your soul..you can’t leave him. 

You stumble and fall into the van. The knife drops out of your hand and Jaehyun leans forward, caging you in between his arms as you lay down. You breathe heavily and stare at each other’s lips.

He wants to taste them so badly, but he waits for you. It could take all night, but he’d wait for you. Just one, that’s all he asks for before this is all over.

And after waiting for a painfully long amount of time, you hold his face with your hand and kiss him. Your heads turn and your tongues explore each other.

He crawls over you, holding himself up with one arm while the other hooks itself under your leg and pushes your knee to your chest. Frantic and steamy breaths cover your bodies.

You lean forward on your elbows, starting to zip your dress down from the back, but he stops you. He picks his pocket knife up and cuts through it easily, causing an embarrassing moan to escape you. You help him take his shirt off too. The look on his face is one of pure hunger and it’s hot.

“I hate you so much.” You say softly then reach for his face again. You kiss harder, so hard your teeth clink against his. 

He leans back to get air after a few seconds then pants as he looks down at your body in a gorgeous lilac lingerie set. “You were really about to let that loser see you in this?” He tilts head while carefully dragging the knife against your bare skin.

You take in a sharp breath as goosebumps raise across it. Answer incorrectly and you could just become a kebab right then and there. But part of you wants to push him

You nod. “If you don’t love me right, I may still let him see it after this .”

His eyes narrow as his tone deepens. “Don’t..push it.”

“Don’t disappoint me..” you hold his face in one hand while looking into his eyes, easily maneuvering your way to his thick hair. He blushes then begins to kiss you as your hands run through this locs. He groans at the feeling of your fingertips on his scalp.

You giggle. “Are you blushing?”

“No..” he groans against your chest, ignoring the way his face feels like it is on absolute fire.

“Liar.” You smile and massage his scalp with your fingers. You unhook your bra and throw it to the side.

He caresses your breasts while kissing you then grabs your legs by the crook of your knees and fixes himself between them. 

“I want you too, Jaehyun..I’ve never felt this way either..but I can’t take you hurting me anymore.” You whisper. “Promise me you won’t hurt me again.”

He kisses your neck. “I promise..to love you and care for you for as long as you’ll let me, y/n.”

He leans back and takes in the sight once more. You look up at him, staring at his defined abs, impressive chest and rock hard biceps. You should’ve recognized him as the masked man from the beginning. Only he could confidently swing you around like you weigh nothing. He drags the cold tip of the knife along your thigh and then hip. You shiver at the feeling, he loves to see your chest rising and falling. 

He uses the knife to tug the fabric covering your pussy. You gasp as you feel the cold object being so close to you.

Then with a quick swipe he cuts through the left strap of your underwear that hugs your hips. “Jaehyun! I love this set! What are you-“

He cuts the other side.

You draw in a sharp breath. “Damn it.” 

“Now..no one else will have seen it but me.” He lightly drags the dull side of the knife along your cloth-covered slit to see goosebumps a little bit longer the second time. When he finally cuts the other side, he removes the wet fabric to see your flower dripping and aching for him. He licks his lips and breathes heavily. He feels he might go crazy if he doesn’t fuck you right away.

He leans down to kiss you again.

His fingers find your folds, collecting the essence. You whimper into his mouth, feeling his digits enter you slowly, stretching you out to prepare for him.

He pulls away to speak softly against your lips. “Are you going to listen to me? Are you going to obey me like a good girl?”

And in the golden hue of the setting sun, he is magnificent. You can’t help but moan and nod. You’ll say yes to anything at this point, he could tell you to walk 100 miles with him in the rain or snow and you’d agree to it.

Your eyes roll back, you shut them and bite your lip as he works his fingers, your hips rocking against his palm.

He leans back and grabs your chin with his other hand. He looks into your eyes with a dark, lustful gaze like he can’t wait to tear you apart. “Speak.”

“Yes…I’ll do whatever you say.” Your eyes round as you look up at him, feeling beautiful in (half of) your special set.

The corner of his mouth lifts slightly. “Perfect.” He pushes his pants down in one quick motion.

“Can you close the van door?” You ask innocently, trying not to look down at his long dick, tip red and swollen with pre cum leaking. He strokes it slowly, watching as you swallow hard.

And if he had time, he’d torture you by forcing you to watch him pleasure himself before decorating your belly with all that he’s saved up for you. 

He’d lick it up, then kiss you so you could taste it too. He’d lick along your opening until you beg for him to stop, then he’d be hard again and start all over. All while not letting you feel his dick.

You’d be unsatisfied like he’s been all these painful weeks without you. The desperate pleading and whiny noises that would escape you would get him there quickly too. Fortunately for you, your pussy feels so good around his fingers, he knows he’d be a fool not to paint your insides tonight.

He looks back at the quiet woods surrounding the van, no one is there, but the thought of someone actually peaking from behind a tree to watch and listen to him fuck you until you’re a sobbing mess makes it hotter. They can see how good he, only himself, can make you feel. They can grow envious of how well you take him, all while not being able to do a damn thing about it.

Of course, he’s being dramatic. No one is there. But it doesn’t mean he won’t put on a show.

He smirks when he turns back to you.

“Why? Scared someone will see you being a complete slut for me? Scared someone will hear you?”

You shake your head. “N-no, it’s just-”

He enters you quickly, pushing in so deep your body can’t help but clench in an effort to push out the penetrative object. You hold back a loud scream as he takes you suddenly.

You arch your back.

“Fuck..nno..I..” you press your hands against his chest. 

“Hmmm what was that?” He pulls out then pushes in again. You feel every ridge, every vein. Even after all this time, you still have each and every inch memorized. It’s like he owns you. Like he’s made you into his own personal fuck toy.

He grabs your waist with both hands and pulls out then pushes all the way back in like he’s trying to beat some world record for deepest penetration.

He goes even deeper than before, knocking the wind out of your chest.

This time, you can’t hold back, you scream loudly and grab his shoulders with both hands. “Jaehyun! I can’t-!”

He chuckles then places both ankles on his shoulders. He places his hand on your stomach. “Relax, my love, have you forgotten how I feel?”

He pulls out completely then pushes in again. He clicks his tongues. “Shame..now this will take more time.”

He stays in and rubs his hand along your stomach while you pant.

You push his pelvis away as your head falls back. “Too much!”

“Nothing is too..” he thrusts. “Much..” he thrusts harder then pulls out. “For..” he thrusts hard enough to shake the entire van.

“You..” he pulls out then pushes completely in again, ruthlessly fucking you to fit him. “I know my good girl can handle it.”

You whine and shake your head. “Jaehyun! Ahhh..I ca-..” he shuts you up with a kiss, licking over your bottom lip and swallowing your tongue as you cry. Your nails dig tiny craters into his back while he drives you insane.

He pulls away and kisses your jaw. “So..tight, my love.” He starts to suck your neck hard.

You feel his hands grip you tightly to hold you still. Tears fall from the sides of your eyes after feeling so stuffed you might break. 

But within a few minutes, you’re meeting him halfway, swaying your hips slightly to get him to hit that spot. You can’t stop mewling and telling him how good it feels. Your head falls back, your mouth falls open. He controls your body with every movement he makes, fulfilling every filthy desire you’ve had for him these last few days. How could you ever hope to be satisfied by anyone else? You want to praise him, you need to praise him. And so you do, chanting his name over and over in between faint and breathy yes’.

“See? You take me so well.” He watches your boobs move up and down with each thrust and even in this dull van, you are vibrant. Your beauty is that of angels that only grace this earth for minutes at a time before returning to heaven. He’s never seen anything like it.

He loves everything about you, from the curve of your top lip to your warm thighs, he can’t get enough. 

“My pretty girl..” he runs his hand down the center of your chest as one hand holds your waist. His hand goes all the way down, just to hover over your clit.

You look down and moan, but quickly swallow it as it’d be embarrassingly loud.

He only laughs while rubbing circles onto your clit. “Cum for me, baby..I can feel you holding it in. Remember, no one can hear you out here.”

He moves in and out more easily as your slick coats him. He leans forward, biting a nipple while his fingertips massage your clit. “Come on..give it to me, sweetheart, I missed you.”

And so you do. You shake and hold his arms for stability, crying out his name amongst swear words only nature can hear. “Good girl…” he teasingly flicks his tongue against your nipple while staying inside you.

Your hand caresses his scalp as you start to come down. You breathe heavily, quickly building sweat on your body.

He leans back and pulls out slowly, staring down at your entrance that leaks all over the floor of the van.

“Give me another one sweetheart, you’re so pretty like this.”

You shake your head. “I’m sensitive..I just need-.” But it’s too late, he’s already slid his slender fingers back into you, brushing against your walls so he can coat them with his own slick. “Wait!”

Your fingernails find his back and scratch into him again as he moves faster. “S-slow…please.”

“You said you’d follow my orders..” he pulls out completely, then pushes his fingers into you. He lays on his side while you still lay on your back, trying to regain your composure.

He watches as your eyes and legs close tightly.

“Let me see my pretty girl..” He swats your legs apart then rubs your clit mercilessly with his other hand. 

“Hnn..not yet, please..” you gasp as you feel the pressure of his fingertips.

“That’s it, right?” He says as he finds your sweet spot. He kisses your lips, swallowing your whimpers. You start to melt.

You can’t take it anymore, you yell his name out into the night and grab his wrist as you climax again. He chuckles, then removes your hand so he can keep moving. A puddle builds under you as your entire body loses all sense of control. “Good girl..look at the mess you’re making.”

You pant and your mouth falls open.

He places his fingers into it. “Taste yourself.” 

You lick around his fingers but his other hand still circles around your clit at a fast pace. Your eyes widen. “Don’t look so shocked.” He gives a sly smile. 

You squirm in his arms, picking your body up from the floor, but his toned body won’t let you escape. 

“It’s what you want..what you need.” He turns you on your side and hugs you tightly from behind. You reach out for the back of the driver seat to try to pull yourself away from him, but your fingertips just brush the black leather.

Jaehyun chuckles.

“Where are you going? You have to give me more..” he holds you tightly against him, entering you once more. 

“No more, please!” you push against his hips, but there’s no use. He continues to hold onto you and make you mush.

He moves repeatedly as you reach out for anything to grab, but only finding the cold metal of the van.

“Jaehyun!” Your head falls back. You shut your eyes tightly, feeling that ache in the pit of your stomach grow stronger. You have no choice but to accept that he won’t let you go. He stimulates you so well, you wonder how you can cry out for release, but desire more at the same time.

“Imagine someone IS out there..imagine they’re watching us and touching themselves right now..you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he whispers into your ear.

Unfortunately, your pussy betrays you by clenching at the possibility.

He chuckles lowly and it makes goosebumps raise. “That’s my girl..you like people watching you take my seed…it’s gonna be so deep inside, and you’re gonna show them how well you hold it in for me like a good girl, right?”

All you can do is whimper. 

He chuckles when seeing how mesmerized you are by him. Your mouth falls open but nothing comes out.

“What if I keep you here? Breed you over and over?” He places his hand on your stomach again. “You’d be even prettier with a swollen belly and big, full tits. What do you say?“

You moan loudly and tremble.

Everything he says pushes you closer, you can’t think straight, you want to feel him everywhere. He’s all you can think about. 

“Sweetheart? I need an answer.” He nips the back of your neck.

“Yes..yes!”

You quiver around him. His steamy breath hits the back of your ear while he bends over you.

“Yes that’s it, this pretty pussy wants more and more..it’s never satisfied.” His low voice ruins you.

You clench uncontrollably and cum again, this time you lose your breath and nearly pass out. You’re so weak, all you can focus on is steadying your body.

He turns you over onto your stomach, grabbing your ass before staring at your dripping and swollen entrance.

He slides his dick in between the slit to tease both himself and you, watching as you flinch from the sensation. “You’re so wet today, maybe I’ll fuck you in public more often.”

His hands grip your waist once more, pulling you back onto his cock. 

He pushes into you slowly this time. His arms wrap tightly around your chest as if he is afraid you’ll slip away at any moment. His fingers pinch your nipples as he groans.

“You smell so good..” his face rests on the back of your neck, he kisses it and breathes heavily. 

You moan as he moves slowly against your aching walls.

“Are you ready to take it all?”

You nod and whimper. “Yes.” There’s no point in telling him you’re still reeling from your last climax and are too sensitive for the next one. He needs you now and he won’t stop for anything.

“Say it.”

“I..l” you close your eyes tightly.

“Come on sweetheart, look at me.” He places a hand to your chin to turn your head towards his. You look over your shoulder and into the eyes of the dark haired man bringing you to the edge with deliciously long strokes. He’s beautiful, a work of art even.

With your eyes locked you lick your lips. “Make me yours…I need you..”

Jaehyun’s movement stutters. He holds himself back from cumming just from your words and glossy eyes alone. He can’t believe this is real, he can’t believe he isn’t dreaming of making love to you right now and is actually doing it.

He kisses you and groans into your mouth, while your fingers still intertwine with his hair. His grip on your hip tightens and he moves faster.

“I need you too, my love..so badly.. keep me in”

“Yes..yes!” You arch your back again. You can’t believe yourself right now. Thirty minutes ago you wanted to kill this man, and yet, here you are allowing him to fuck your brains out and make you so stupid you can only think about being full enough to bear children for him.

His fingers move to your clit again and you see stars, your body tenses and you can’t stop clenching around him. 

You feel his abs flex on your back. “You can handle it right? Please..please tell me you can.” He speaks right over your round lips, and his voice is higher now. You gasp at the sound of his suddenly desperate and breathy pleas.

“God yes! I can! I’m your good girl..” you cry out. He feels so good, you can’t take it. You know you sound pathetic, but it doesn’t matter. The idea of being fucked until you’re leaking for days is so hot to you, it’s nothing but embarrassing.

“Tell me..you love me..tell me…please.” His voice cracks slightly in between his groans.

You look into his glossy eyes, searching them for a light that will tell you how he truly feels. You hesitate to tell him the truth. Not for fear that it will break his heart, but that it will break yours.

You love him, however, it’s never enough to make him stay.

“I love you..”

“Again..” he pants.

“I love..you.” 

“Again..”

“I love you, Jaehyun.” You whimper.

“Again, sweetheart..” he moves faster, feeling dizzy with how tightly you hold him.

“Jaehyun..please..I love you..Jaehyun.”

His fingertips dig into your skin. “One more.” He could listen to you chant his name in between “I love you’s” all day and night.

“I love you so much..I need you.” You let out as your body grows weaker.

“Yes, that’s it..I’m here for you, my love..take it.” He releases deep inside you, moving slowly to ensure you have every drop. He holds you fast against him until he’s sure your skin will be sore for a few days.

You moan loudly, convulsing around him before your body collapses.

“Fuck...” he lets out breathlessly when he pulls out. He lays down beside you and hugs you from behind for a few minutes.

“I’m sorry..”

You brace yourself, you can’t believe he’s doing this again. “..for what?”

“For ruining your beautiful set..I’ll get you another one.” 

You breathe a sigh of relief and smile.

You both get up and try to get dressed with what’s left.

Jaehyun takes his shirt up and drapes it over you. You tie the remnants of your dress around your hips to turn it into a skirt. You then get into the passenger seat as he gets into the driver seat, and head home.

When you’re halfway there, you notice Jaehyun doesn’t head in the direction of your place. “Wait..where-“

“I’m taking you home.” He drives with one hand on the steering wheel. 

“Home?” You smile to yourself, hoping he doesn’t look over to see how excited you are.

Once at his ridiculously large apartment, he runs a bath for you and cleans you thoroughly. You relax in the tub after he places epsom beads into the hot water to soothe your aching body. You close your eyes and feel him gently pour water over your back. It’s quiet. You’re too hoarse to speak, meanwhile Jaehyun is too nervous to say the first word. 

Jaehyun thinks about how much he loves you as never in his life has he pleaded for anything and especially not during sex. He doesn’t know how you do it, but you’ve got a hold on him unlike anything else. After several minutes, he speaks up.

He sits on the edge of the tub. “If you can give me another chance, I promise not to mess it up. I need you.”

You look into his eyes. “..you scare me.”

He stops moving. “I’m sorry.”

“You change your mind and act differently every day, and with no regard for other people. You have to let me know what you want.”

He leans down and kisses you deeply. When he pulls away he kisses your forehead. “Does that answer it?”

You smile softly and nod. 

He then lays you in his bed and after he showers, you fall asleep as he rubs your back and looks onto your soft face.

The truth is, you scare him too. These feelings are all too new to him. He used to live without care for anyone, even himself. Risking his life daily, for he did not care what would happen to him. But now..now he has someone to care for..someone to live for. You are someone he wants to be better for and the power you hold over him for this reason is scary. He felt this longing and care for you even before you let him touch you. Just being your friend was something he was grateful for, but now that you returned his feelings, he truly felt the magnitude of his desire for you.

The next morning, you’re happy to see you’re still in Jaehyun’s arms.

He’s happy to feel you next to him in reality, he doesn’t have to dream about it for once.

[The Next Night]

Johnny loosens his tie as he watches his neighbor pull into his driveway. He sits in his car before heading into his house, sighing while looking out into the night sky. One day, just one day, he’d like to be able to leave work on time. Overtime is his least favorite thing in the world—just in front of gang leaders of course. They make his job incredibly difficult. As the lead detective in his unit, he always has to pick up where the officers slack off at. To make matters worse, he went to his favorite spot for lunch, but the owner wasn’t there for once. He just hopes she’s okay. Maybe she’s getting some well deserved rest finally, he thinks to himself. Although, he finds it odd that you did promise to let him try out a new recipe for an Italian inspired bread. You were so excited when you spoke to him about it two days ago, and yet, you didn’t show.

“And the final touch is oregano! I’m so excited about it, you have to try it on Thursday for me! I trust your opinion.” You said with a wide smile as you sat with him. 

“Cute.” He thought to himself as he watched your eyes crinkle.

Suddenly, something catches Johnny’s eye. His neighbor’s front driver window is broken or rather-crumbling apart as he drives in.

He leaves his car and walks over to him.

“What happened?” Johnny’s brows furrow.

His neighbor jumps, startled by the deep voice just behind (and above) his head.

“Oh! UHhh hmmm..well..I work at a bank you know..sometimes people uhhh think I take money home with me haha!” The banker laughs loudly.

Johnny stands there with a stern expression. He doesn’t find it funny.

The banker then clears his throat. “Yeah umm someone broke into it..”

“Did you see them?”

“..kinda.” He shrugs

“Oh that’s terrible..come by tomorrow to submit an official re-“

“No!” The banker raises his voice suddenly, shocking Johnny into stillness.

“I mean..it’s all good, it’s not necessary. I was out on unofficial business anyway!”

Johnny continues. “Are you sure?”

“Yup! I have insurance too so it’ll be fixed within 24 hours! You have a good night!” He waves and starts to walk away.

Johnny watches and wonders why he’d be so nonchalant about the entire thing.

“Quick question..” he calls out and the banker turns hesitantly.

“What did they look like? I’d like to at least know that in case they continue to rob others in the city.”

“Of course! Although..I can’t describe him well..”

“It was a man?”

“Yes..that much I know.. a relatively tall man..he wore all black..a thick black turtleneck and black mask so I couldn’t see anything..”

“What did he use to break into your car?”

The banker chuckles. “You’re not gonna believe this but..he used his fist.”

Johnny’s eyes grow. What kinda maniac breaks through glass like that?

“Anyway! Goodnight!” The banker runs off into his house.

[Two Days Later]

You head back into work like normal, returning after receiving calls from a numerous amount of people asking where you were. It’s unlike you to be missing from your bakery for so long.

Truth is, you and Jaehyun spent A LOT of time together. Each time you tried to recover from your..sessions..Jaehyun would start all over again. It’s clear to see he missed you dearly. Luckily, you knew he didn’t just miss your body. He missed laughing with you too. You watched movies together and he even cooked for you. You couldn’t be happier to be in an official relationship with him.

“I’ll see you later.” You kiss his cheek and pull away. The two of you were leaning against his car, unconcerned about whoever saw you flirting with each other for 15 minutes.

Johnny watches from inside the bakery, sitting at the counter and sipping his coffee.

He looks at Jaehyun who wears a simple black T-shirt and jeans. The tall man looked good, but not as good as he’d look without all those ridiculous drawings in his body. He chuckles, is that jealousy he feels? He could end all of this by just arresting Jaehyun. You’d be safe, he’d be put behind bars finally.. Johnny knows what Jaehyun does, however he  doesn’t have enough evidence to put him away for a long time. Jaehyun kept things clean.

What are you doing with him? With a dangerous man that has tattoos covering his neck and arms?

“..covering his neck..” Johnny looks at the counter as he thinks to himself

a thick black turtleneck…

He remembers the banker's description. Who wears a thick black turtleneck in June? Normally, robbers wore a hoodie or thin sweatshirt

His eyes float back up to Jaehyun.

Jaehyun pulls you back for one final kiss and that’s when Johnny sees it.

A bruised right hand with little cuts along his knuckles.

Johnny’s eyes widen, but he quickly becomes calm when you walk in with a wide smile. “Hi! How are you?” You say with a grin.

You’re glowing, and Johnny feels that jealousy tinge in his chest again.

He takes a moment to respond. You put your bags down in the back then come back out while putting your apron on.

“Johnny? Everything okay?”

“Oh! Yes..yes of course…I see you took some time off.”

You smile brightly. “Yes! I needed a little break. I’m glad Mark was able to keep the place in one piece.” You laugh as you look around the somewhat clean bakery.

“Where did you go?”

“Oh..I was here..I mean, in the city..I just spent some time with my..boyfriend.” You smile even harder and giggle to yourself.

He forces a smile. “That’s nice to hear, y/n. I’m glad you’re back.”

“Thanks, Johnny!” You start to load the display with freshly baked cookies and cupcakes as Johnny gets back to drinking his coffee.

If you knew the kind of person Jaehyun was..why would you decide to date him? Jaehyun had to have been hiding his identity from you, Johnny thinks to himself.

And robbing a banker? That’s a low, petty crime for Jaehyun. Why would he do something like that himself? Surely, he’d have one of his minions do it? There were many questions on Johnny’s mind as he sipped quietly. He knows he has to find the answers quickly so he can free you from the deadly man that is Jaehyun.

To Be Continued....

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hii! brownies with a side of martini with lando for me please 🤭

bakery menu

want to suggest your own order? look at the menu! i'm constantly writing up orders! i even accept for fandoms outside of formula one!! as for this suggestion, i am really liking that people really want mafia au lando, it's very nice and allows me to think a little more outside the box with the au! i just don't want them all read the same, right? this won't be the last time you'll see lando in a mafia au!! i hope you enjoy this!! <3

brownies ("you're so much more agreeable when you have something to occupy that mouth of yours.") + martini (mafia au) served by lando norris (formula one)!

cw: smut/pwp, mafia au, enforcer!lando, baker!reader, kitchen sex, oral sex (reader receiving), affectionate!lando, mentions of au typical violence

"these are amazing, honey." lando groaned as he took a bite of the warm brownies you just made. it was comfort food in a way. you always know how to make them perfectly.

you leaned against the counter of the kitchen, you watched your boyfriend devour a piece of the treat with excitement, you sighed, "i don't know. i think it's a little too sweet."

"no way, impossible." he said, "these are going to sell like crazy at the shop. can i have another one?"

you chuckled, and leaned towards him. you wiped a bit of stray chocolate off the corner of his mouth, "you're so much more agreeable when you have something to occupy that mouth of yours."

he beamed at you, "well of course." he then snaked an arm around your waist and kissed you on the cheek, "anything of yours that goes into my mouth would shut me up.

this would look like a true domestic scene. a young couple in love, sharing a late night treat on a thursday. but if someone looked closely at the tattoos on your lover's arms. they would know that he wasn't the prince charming on a full rise scholarship to a university. he was an enforcer for the mclaren family.

lando could fight. that was his whole job, he told you about growing up and the brawls he'd get into. he always told you how many he won and told you not to worry at the number his loss.

when he walked down the street and people saw the tattoos along his arms and the cigarette tucked behind his head. they thought he was big trouble, when you two walked together you often got double-takes from people. why was someone like you, with someone like him.

and while you'd go into detail about how much of a caring lover he was. how much he adored you, all the times he brought you home flowers and kept a polaroid photo on you in the back of his jean pocket. there was something undeniable about lando that made you blush.

he was really good in the bedroom.

not that it was the only good thing about him! he went above and beyond anything any other boyfriend had done for you. he was your ray of sunshine. he made sure his woman was taken care of.

you got up onto the counter after you got your sweatpants and panties off. you knew you should be heading to bed soon for another long day at work. but lando was insistent that he made sure that the love of his life got a proper thank you for making him such a nice treat when he came home.

"double chocolate is great and all." he as he got closer to you. bent over to get between those thighs of yours. he held your legs open and licked his lips, "but, it's nothing like your pussy." he chuckled before he pressed a kiss at your slit.

you held onto the edge of the counter while he started to lick at your sex. his tongue between your pussy lips. he groaned against you as he held onto your hips.

lando was a dangerous man, you had heard whispers through the area you lived in about how evil he was. there was a story about him taking out a guy's teeth tooth by tooth and then smashing his jaw.

he could be intimidating, those eyes could go from friend to sharp in mere seconds. his hands were lined with scarring from other the years and many of his tattoos covered up the other scars.

he'd walk around the main street in nothing but a tank top, loose jeans and a gold chain, his face card never failed and his wit was unmatched. but when he stumbled up the bakery you worked at one day, it was like his entire life changed.

now he was between your legs with his tongue up against your pussy. his nose rubbed against your clit which made you clench up. you held onto the back of his head and guided him up against your pussy. the pleasure was a steady throb that made you flushed.

he was in love with you, if he had to describe the feeling. it was like his heart was whole. that the pieces of him were glued back together by your love. and he in turn wanted to give all his love to you.

"please, lando." you said softly as you ran your fingers through his hair, "you know exactly how to do it." you shuddered at the pleasure in your body.

"only the best for you." he said softly, "only the best." before he gave your thigh a little love tap before he continued to lap at your pussy. you held onto him tighter and his cock twitched in his sweats.

you held onto his curly hair tightly and whined a little. you tensed up as you came, finishing on his tongue. the noises you made had lando feeling good all over. he worked quickly to send you right over the edge. when you nails grazed along his scalp his brain turned off for a moment.

"shit." he grumbled against your slit.

you relaxed after a few moments and panted heavily. you rested up against the cabinets behind you and clung to your boyfriend for a moment longer.

he lazily licked at your sweet slit as he nosed at your clit. he was insatiable when it came to you. you then stroked the back of his head lovingly. he groaned a little at the soft touch.

lando was a mafia enforcer, he hurt people for a living. but his true weakness was his baker girlfriend and her lovely desserts. <3