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new pair of underwear immediately tore first time wearing them when they’re my size and everything 🧍🏻‍♀️

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risk ❀ s. reid x reader

in which you have the sweetest regular, and it’s probably too soon to tell him you love him!

pairing: spencer reid x barista!reader genre: fluff tags: s1 spencer. who rambles. biblically accurate career!reader sorry if some of the coffee talk makes no sense to you. reader makes all the first moves. y'all kiss (aww). written in timeskip sorta it's not crazy (like maybe a month). not proofread sorryyy (im not). word count: 2.2k a/n: first instalment of my spencer reid eras tour🙂‍↕️ season 1 spencer reid i freaking adore you. he's so cute. gif!! i thought gifs in this series could be cute lol. envisioned 1x10 spencer bc of his nightmares if that means anything. enjoyyy ily im off to work 🏃 

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There are many reasons you come to work each morning. The money (an obvious one), your coworkers who usually make each day a little bit more bearable. And Spencer. A regular who had become a little notorious for having an odd coffee order, that most of the store workers hated making. 

Except for you. 

It wasn't especially odd. But in a store that thrived on making the perfect cup of coffee, sometimes it meant remaking it three or four times because the shots didn't pour at the right amount of time, and recalibrating the machine was a hassle you all didn't want to deal with in the middle of the morning rush he usually came during. 

You had taken note of him the first few times he came in — always keeping to himself, flashing the most awkward smile you think you've ever seen on a human being, and ordering his old order (a large latte with as much sugar as you could fit in the cup). It was by the seventh time that had you thinking of him a little more often than just while you were at work. 

He looked a lot more exhausted than usual. His usually tame hair now loose and hanging over his face as he took a weary step towards the counter, fingers brushing strands away and tucking them behind his ears. 

"The latte, right?" you had asked him, and he had frozen, and you stood in fear of this not being the Spencer you thought he was, and you had just asked a total stranger about a coffee they've never ordered. 

But then he let out a nervous laugh, shaking his head. "Uh, no. Not today. Um—do you guys have a limit on how much coffee I can have?"

Your eyebrows furrowed. "No... we don't. I wouldn't recommend any more than like five shots in our largest size, though. It'd probably taste gross. But we can add as much as you need."

"Five's good. Yeah," he nodded his head, fingers wrapped tightly around the leather strap of his messenger bag. 

"Just... a five shot latte?" you clarified, and he froze again, shaking his head once more. 

"Do you recommend anything else? I—uh, I want it to be sweet enough still."

"I can do you a mocha?" you offered. "White chocolate mocha if you're looking for it to be even sweeter."

"I'll try that," he nodded his head, and out came his awkward smile, which had you smiling back just as awkwardly. 

Which was how he got to his current usual. It honestly became a test to ensure your coffee machines were actually running well, considering pulling five well-done espresso shots at once was no easy feat. And, again, most of your coworkers hated making his drink. 

Which was why it was palmed off to you. Every single morning without fail. And maybe in another universe you would join them in the hatred for this man's frustrating drink order. But then, in that universe, you wouldn't get to talk to him every morning (and slowly break him out of whatever shell he had locked himself up in). 

"I never asked," you began, staring at him over the top of the coffee machine while putting white chocolate fudge into the bottom of the cup. "Why did you change your order randomly?"

He parted his lips and his eyebrows creased together for a few seconds, as if he was deciding whether or not to tell you. You were kind of grateful he concluded on trusting you. 

"I wasn't really sleeping. When I asked about changing my order," he explained, hands letting go of the bag strap so he could talk with them. "Then I guess I just liked the taste of it? And it kept me awake. Which is a bonus."

"I can imagine it would," you nodded your head in agreement, flashing him a small smile, which he returned, bashfully. "Why weren't you sleeping?"

He went silent, and you almost cursed yourself for asking. Maybe you had gone too far. It was why, when you had begun to busy yourself with making his drink a little faster, you jumped when he spoke up again.

"I was getting these nightmares," he said, and your head lifted from the milk you were steaming. "Because of what I do for work."

"Law, right?" you asked, and he let out a small laugh, tucking hair behind his ear. 

"Sort of. I'm with the FBI."

"Oh, that's right," you replied, nodding your head in recognition. He had said that to you at some point in the earlier days when he first started coming in, because you had asked where he works so close by to be coming in as often as he did. "Can you tell me what part? Or is that confidential?"

"No, no, I can. I'm with the Behavioural Analysis Unit," when your face twisted into confusion, he added, "We use psychology to analyse serial killers and catch them. Well, not just serial killers, actually. But that's what we focus on."

"And it works?" you asked, eyebrows rising as you placed a lid atop his coffee, sliding it out on the pick-up section where he was standing by. His face fell slightly, and so you were quick to add, "Not—I didn't mean it like that. I just mean I'm shocked. That psychology is all you really need to catch a serial killer."

"It's not all we need. There's a lot of other elements that go into finding one. But our primary focus is how their brain works and we use behavioural science to figure that out. Actually, we used to be called the Behavioural Science Unit when it was first created."

He was too busy talking animatedly with his hands for him to have picked up his coffee, and you were too busy watching him with a smile to remind him it was ready. 

When he did reach for it, you could feel the familiar pang of disappointment that had started shooting through you every time he was picking up his coffee and leaving. A weird sensation that left you clawing at the walls of your brain to come up with something to say to keep him there. 

It was probably why you blurted out, "Are you seeing anyone?" Which was followed by stunned silence from him, and regretful silence from yourself. What a question. 

Slowly, he began to shake his head, his lips twitching into a confused frown. "No. I'm—I'm not." 

It shocked you a little. He wasn't jaw dropping, per se. But he was attractive. You had said it a few times to your coworkers whenever they asked why you talked to him so much — there was a running joke that you were already secretly dating him behind their backs. Not funny.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to..." you hesitated. "Go out for dinner? Maybe? I'm so sorry if I'm totally overstepping. In fact, I encourage you to say no, because this is a little weird. I'm so sorry," you rambled when you were met with only silence from him, wondering if you had weirded him out of the ability to talk. 

"With me?" he pushed out, his voice a little higher pitched than usual, and you nodded your head, because maybe he wasn't weirded out. Maybe you had just flustered him. You hoped so, at least.

"Yeah," you said. "Is that weird? Or is it okay? To ask that?"

"It's okay. Yeah. Yes. I would love—like to. I mean, that would be nice. Yeah," he stammered, and you smiled. 

"Here," you held your hand out and gestured for his coffee, taking it back and picking up a Sharpie to write your number atop the lid, before you slid it back to him. "I get off work at one. Call me?"

"I will," he nodded, eyes fixated on the number for a few seconds more, before he returned his eyes to you. "I will. Um—bye!" he took a step back, and you let out a loud laugh when he stumbled into a chair behind him. 

He was sheepish as he waved to you, bidding you another goodbye, the sound of the bell above the door ringing once, and then again when it fell shut. 

And you had, somehow, secured a date with Spencer.

Which turned into two dates. Then three. And then, with some weird stroke of luck and twist of fate, you were spending every evening you could at his apartment, and him at yours. 

But you were yet to kiss. 

Not by any particular reason. Really, nothing either of you did ever really called for a kiss. Which was as frustrating as it was understandable. Frustrating, because you felt like you were simply friends, who sometimes went out for dinner, and had feelings for each other. But he had told you very early on he'd never been with anyone before, let alone ever been on a date. Hence; understandable. 

But frustration was more overwhelming than you had thought, because you were on his couch, blanket draped over both of your bodies, as he read you a book — The Chameleon. A short story by Anton Chekhov (an author whom you were only barely familiar with). And yet, all you could think about was kissing him. 

In your defence, he was very kissable, as you stared at his lips while he spoke, your heart stuttering quite uncomfortably in your chest. You weren't sure what it was precisely about him that made him like that. Maybe it was the natural pout of his lips, or how they twitched in humour at the little jokes Chekhov had written into the book that only made sense in Russian, despite him attempting to translate it for you. 

Whatever it was, it was overriding your senses, and in true Spencer fashion, he hadn't noticed you weren't intently listening to his reading until he glanced down to catch a reaction to something he said. You caught as he closed the book and placed it off to the side, jostling you from your haze. 

"You don't like the book, do you?" he asked, and you were quick to shake your head. 

"No, I do," which was true. The parts you were actively listening to you enjoyed. "Sorry, I'm distracted."

"By what?" he shifted on the couch to face you.

You fell silent at that, the answer hanging on the tip of your tongue, unsure whether or not saying it could ruin things. You didn't think it would. "You."

"I'm distracting?" he asked, eyebrows creasing together and a confused frown pulling his lips down. 

Which confused you. "Yes?"

"I don't think I'm meant to be sorry for that," he said. "But I am."

"You shouldn't be," you breathed out with a small laugh. 

"Right," he nodded his head, laughing too, awkwardly. "How am I distracting?"

You studied his face for a few moments, which ended up being a pathetic excuse for a lip study, because you were fixated on them again, and you decided Spencer probably didn't even realise that that was what you were doing. 

"We haven't kissed yet," you told him, instead. 

"No. We haven't," he agreed. 

"Do you just not want to kiss me?" you asked.

He did that thing he does when he's thinking — furrowed eyebrows and parted lips, eyes blinking a few times, before he comes up with his response. 

"I just don't want you to be disappointed. I've never kissed anyone before."

"I concluded that," you answered. "I won't be disappointed."

"You might be," he mumbled, and his gaze averted from your own, which had another smile stretching across your lips. 

"Only one way to find out, right?"

He hesitated before nodding his head, lifting his eyes back up to look at you. It was then that you learned that, like everything else, you might have to make the first move on him. Again.

The thought made you laugh, and though he wanted to, he didn't get a chance to question why you were laughing, because your hands were on his face and you were pulling him into you, lips meeting his in a gentle kiss that elicited a surprised squeak from him. 

"You've gotta kiss me back," you murmured against his lips, and his response was a quiet 'oh'. 

But he was a fast learner, because soon after he was. Objectively, it wasn't the best kiss you've ever had in your life. But it got better by the second, and he was doing enough to make your heart stutter in your chest, his hands reaching up to cup your own face, palms and fingers covering the mass of your cheeks. 

His hands there provided him the ability to keep you there, and you had to pry them off your face so you were able to pull back for air, breaths coming out in short pants. Only for a short second, because he was chasing your lips again, and you laughed, before letting him kiss you again. And again. And again. 

Until both of you were out of air, and he was glassy-eyed and pink-lipped. Though, you were probably his mirror image of that.

And he smiled at you, crookedly. And you wondered if it was too soon to say you loved him. 

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[tempobaekh]

Light in the darkness

Pairings: grumpy!bucky x sunshine!nurse!f!reader

Warnings: little bit of angst, a bit of asshole bucky, hurt to comfort, kind of enemies to lovers but it’s mostly buck, no reader physical description so can be read as any appearance, female reader

A/N: got inspired to write this one after i came across @apparentlytheproblem account and enemies to lovers prompt list. there is a lot of good stuff there so i thank her for motivating me to write this, I used some of the prompts from that list, they will be highlighted in the fic. also got the trope inspiration from @buckyalpine (I absolutely love your writing) this fic here I absolutely love it, with perfect amount of angst and cuteness please go read it!! anyways enough of my yapping, enjoy reading!!<3 (also please listen to these two in this order for more feels, I myself was listening to them while writing this and omfg it got me in the feeeels)

The infirmary of the Avengers compound is a well-lit, sterile environment, but you've managed to make it warm with your presence.

Cute little potted plants all over that were practically your babies, small fidgeting gadgets for anyone to fidget with (particularly for Bruce and Tony), small snacks placed in different containers scattered around the infirmary (frequently emptied by Tony), and a few stuffed animals placed here and there, all meant to make the space less intimidating.

You’ve always been a naturally optimistic person, someone who sees the best in everyone and everything. The Avengers compound, with its high-stakes missions and often tense atmosphere, was a perfect place for you to share your sunny disposition.

The team appreciated it—your laughter, your kindness, your unwavering positivity. They said you were a breath of fresh air, a light in the often dark world they navigated.

Every day, you greet the team with a cheerful smile, your laughter echoing through the corridors like a soothing melody. Everyone seems to love you—everyone except for Bucky Barnes.

From the moment Bucky set foot in the compound, he knew he was out of place. Haunted by his past, he kept his distance from everyone, preferring the silence and solitude of his own company, he mostly stuck to Steve and would occasionally have a Sam-sized problem hanging behind him.

He barely speaks to anyone, and when he does, it’s usually to snap or grumble. With you, he’s even worse. There’s an edge to his voice, a coldness in his eyes that seems to cut through your sunny disposition like a knife.

When he first saw you, with your bright smile and cheerful demeanor, he felt a strange pang in his chest—a mix of longing and irritation.

You were everything he felt he could never be again: light-hearted, carefree, a beacon of hope in a world that still felt foreign and hostile to him.

A world where he was still hated by some- or many.

Every time you laughed, it reminded him of what he had lost, of the darkness that had claimed his tortured and scarred soul. He hated that feeling, that reminder, and by extension, he hated that you were the one to evoke it.

From the moment you met him, he seemed determined to extinguish your light. His coldness was a stark contrast to your warmth, his gruff demeanor a perpetual challenge to your cheerful one.

At first, you chalked it up to his history, his need for time to adjust and heal. You were patient, giving him space while still trying to make him feel welcome.

Every day, you made small efforts to connect with him. You brought him coffee with extra sugar, hoping the gesture would soften his grumpy exterior. You cracked light-hearted jokes, trying to coax a smile out of him. You even complimented his metal arm, not out of pity, but genuine admiration. Yet, every attempt was met with indifference or a sharp retort.

Your jokes were often greeted with a curt nod or a dismissive grunt, and your compliments seemed to make him even more uncomfortable, his eyes narrowing as if questioning your sincerity.

Despite your efforts Bucky kept his distance and rejected. When you brought him coffee with extra sugar, he grumbled about preferring it black.

“I prefer my coffee black,” he would say, barely looking at you as he set the cup aside, not noticing the hurt look on your face.

When you made light-hearted jokes, he responded with curt nods or dismissive remarks. When you complimented his metal arm, he saw it as pity, a reminder of his brokenness. Your persistent cheerfulness was like a spotlight on his scars, and he resented you for it.

But deep down, Bucky knew that his anger wasn't really directed at you. It was aimed at himself, at the man he used to be and the man he thought he could never become again.

Your presence forced him to confront emotions he had buried deep within himself—emotions he didn't know how to handle. Every time you tried to break through his defenses, it was like a chisel chipping away at the walls he had built around his heart, and it terrified him.

Each brush-off, each cold response, chipped away at your resolve, leaving you more confused and hurt.

It wasn’t just the rejection that stung; it was the feeling that you were the only one he treated this way.

Everyone else seemed to get along with him fine, or at least, they didn’t bear the brunt of his sharp edges. You couldn’t understand why you were the exception, why he seemed to harbor a special kind of disdain just for you.

You tried not to let it show, maintaining your sunny facade for the sake of the team. But inside, every encounter with Bucky left a small, invisible wound.

You would smile through the pain, and laugh through the hurt, but the weight of his rejection grew heavier with each passing day.

Nights were the hardest, lying in bed replaying your interactions, wondering what you had done to earn his ire. Wondering and thinking where you went wrong, blaming everything on yourself.

And yet, despite the pain, you found yourself drawn to him. Maybe it was the challenge he represented, the mystery of his cold exterior, and the glimpses of vulnerability you occasionally saw.

There were moments, fleeting and rare, where you caught a glimpse of something softer in his eyes—a hint of sorrow, a flicker of regret. Those moments made you wonder about the man beneath the armor, the soul behind the scowl.

Gradually, your frustration and sadness turned into something more complex.

You began to care for him, despite his harshness.

You noticed the way his jaw clenched when he was upset, the way his eyes softened when he thought no one was watching, the way he fiddled with either his dog tags around his neck or his sleeve when he would get anxious, the way the sound of any whirring machine close to him would subtly make him jump.

You saw the pain he carried, the ghosts that haunted him, and your heart ached for him.

You wanted to reach out, to comfort him, to show him that he didn’t have to face his demons alone.

But every time you tried, he pushed you away, and it hurt more than you cared to admit.

Your feelings grew in the quiet moments, in the way you found yourself thinking about him even when he wasn’t around, in the way your heart raced at the sound of his voice, even when it was laced with irritation.

You realized you were falling for him, despite his best efforts to keep you at arm’s length.

You were falling for James Buchanan Barnes.

And he hated you.

One evening, after a particularly brutal mission, you’re restocking the infirmary when the door slams open. You jump, nearly dropping a box of gauze.

When Bucky stumbled into the infirmary, bleeding and in pain, he didn't want to admit to himself why he came to you. He could have gone to anyone else, but something—an instinct, a need—drove him to seek you out.

Bucky stumbles in, clutching his side, blood seeping through his fingers. His face is pale, eyes dark with pain and something else—frustration? Anger? It’s hard to tell.

“Barnes!” you exclaim, rushing to his side. “What happened?”

A strange mix of emotions flooded you. Concern for his well-being, of course, but also a glimmer of hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, this would be the moment he finally let you in.

He grunts, shaking his head as if to dismiss your concern. “Just patch me up.”

You guide him to a bed, your hands surprisingly steady given the state he’s in. You quickly gather the necessary supplies, your mind racing with questions.

Why did he come to you? He usually avoids you like the plague, very often going to Helen instead of you no matter the severity of the injury.

As you begin to clean his wound, he hisses, muscles tensing under your touch.

“Sorry,” you murmur, your tone soft.

He doesn’t respond, just watches you with those intense baby-blue eyes. It’s unnerving, but you refuse to let it shake you. Instead, you focus on your work, your movements gentle yet efficient.

Bucky watched you work with a mixture of frustration and awe. Your hands were gentle, your touch soothing, and for a moment, he allowed himself to feel vulnerable in your presence.

As you stitch him up, the silence between you grows heavier, filled with unspoken words and unexpressed emotions.

Finally, you can’t take it anymore. You wrap up the last of his wound and look him straight in the eye. “Bucky, why do you hate me so much?” your voice trembled with frustration and hurt.

He blinks, clearly taken aback by your question and his response took you by surprise. “I don’t hate you.”

You blink for a second and then scoff, shaking your head, trying to process his words. “You could’ve fooled me. You’ve been nothing but cold and an asshole since the day we met. I just don’t get it. Everyone else likes me, but you. You go out of your way to avoid me like I'm some plague! You always brush me off rudely and call me a bother when I try speaking to you only to speak with the others like it's nothing! You can't even give me the decency of respect, you pretend that I don't even exist!."

You stop, realizing you have almost gone to shouting, and take a deep breath in.

"Why?" your voice is quiet and broken, hurt and horse. Your eyes glazing with unshed tears,

Bucky felt a surge of conflicting emotions. He wanted to push you away, to keep you at a distance where you couldn't hurt him. Where he couldn't hurt you with his broken soul, and the demons from his past.

But the heart-shattering sadness on your usually lit-up face, made him also want to pull you closer, to let you in and see the parts of him he kept hidden. It was a battle between his fear and his longing, and for the first time, he felt the fear of losing.

Specifically, losing you.

“I’m not...used to feeling this way, okay?” he snaps, the admission seeming to cost him. His jaw clenches, and he looks away, refusing to meet your gaze.

For the first time, you saw something other than anger in his eyes.

Vulnerability.

Fear.

“Feeling what way?” you press, your voice shaking slightly, your frustration bubbling over. “What did I ever do to you?”

He’s silent for a long moment, the tension in the room almost suffocating. Finally, he lets out a long breath, his shoulders slumping, his emotions pressing down on him. “I feel the opposite of hate...towards you,” he admitted, his voice raw and honest.

The revelation left you breathless. All this time, you thought he despised you, but in reality, he was struggling with feelings he didn’t know how to handle. Your heart ached for him, for the battles he fought within himself.

He watched your eyes widen in surprise, your mind trying to process his words.

The words hang in the air, and you can hardly believe your ears. “You...what?” your voice barely a whisper.

Bucky turns to face you, his expression a mix of vulnerability and determination. “You heard me. I don’t hate you., far from it. You’re always so...bright and happy. It messes with my head. Makes me feel things I thought I’d forgotten how to feel. You make me realize that I can feel a romantic attraction towards someone, you make me realize that I can have some goodness in life. You make me feel want. To want something and not feel selfish.”

You blink, trying to process his confession. “You...want me?” you asked, hardly daring to believe it.

Without hesitation, he answers, “You know I do.”

A slow smile spread across your face, and for the first time in a long while, Bucky felt a glimmer of hope.

The weight of his confession settled over you, bringing with it a mixture of relief and tenderness. You smiled a slow, genuine smile that lit up your face. “Such a pretty liar, mhmm. And here I stressed over that you hated me.” you teased, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

He couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips, his usual gruff demeanor softening.

He grumbles, his cheeks flushing slightly. “Shut up and kiss me.”

You don’t need any more encouragement.

You leaned in, your lips meeting his in a sweet, tender kiss. It’s hesitant at first as if you’re both testing the waters, but it quickly deepens, the pent-up emotions of the past months pouring out in that one perfect moment. It was a kiss that spoke of all the unspoken words, the hidden feelings, the pain and hope intertwined.

When you leaned in and kissed him, it was like a dam breaking. All the emotions he had bottled up for so long—fear, longing, hope—flooded out in that one perfect moment.

Your lips were soft and warm against his, and for the first time since he could remember, he felt at peace.

As the kiss deepened, Bucky knew that things wouldn’t be easy. He still had a long way to go, and there were still demons he needed to face. But with you by his side, he felt a renewed strength, a reason to keep fighting.

When you finally pulled back, breathless and smiling, Bucky felt something he hadn’t felt in years: happiness. Maybe, just maybe, he could be more than the sum of his past mistakes. With you, he could be the man he once was—the man he wanted to be.

You pulled back, breathless and smiling, and a little dazed, you knew that this was just the beginning. It wouldn’t be easy, but for the first time, you felt like you had a chance to break through his walls, to reach the man behind the mask.

You can’t help but laugh softly. “Maybe you’re not such a grump after all.”

Bucky smirks, a rare but genuine smile lighting up his face. “Don’t push your luck.”

You giggle, the sound like music to his ears.

As you finish bandaging his wounds, the atmosphere between you has shifted. There’s a new understanding, a connection that wasn’t there before. Maybe things won’t be easy, and maybe Bucky will always be a bit of a grump, but you’re determined to be his sunshine, to bring light into his dark world.

And maybe, just maybe, he’ll let you.

Bucky's confession had changed everything. In the days following that night in the infirmary, his demeanor towards you began to shift.

The once icy wall he maintained seemed to melt slightly, and while he wasn't exactly warm, there was a newfound softness in his eyes when he looked at you.

Still, the past months of his coldness and hostility left a lingering tension between you, a wound that needed healing.

You knew that a kiss and a confession would not be enough to cure his long-standing hostility toward you; you knew you both needed to have a conversation.

One evening, you stayed late at the compound, finishing up some paperwork in the infirmary. The sun had long set, casting the room in a dim, serene glow from the soft lights overhead.

You were engrossed in your work when you heard a knock at the door. Looking up, you saw Bucky standing there, looking hesitant and unsure. Your heart skipped a beat, a mixture of anticipation and wariness flooding you.

“Hey,” he said quietly, stepping inside.

“Hey there you,” you replied softly, setting your pen down. “What’s up?”

He took a deep breath, his expression serious. “I need to talk to you.”

You nodded, gesturing for him to sit in the white chair, that currently had a cute Dumbo plush placed on it. Bucky grabbed the plush before sitting down and placed it in his lap, fidgeting with the ears, his large frame taking up more space than usual, his presence filling the room.

There was a moment of silence, and you could see he was struggling to find the right words.

“I’ve been an asshole,” he finally said, his voice low and earnest. “I’ve treated you terribly, and you didn’t deserve any of it.”

You watched him, your heart aching at the sincerity in his eyes. “Bucky-”

He held up a hand, stopping you. “Please, let me finish, I've been wanting to say this for a while because you deserve an apology. You’ve been nothing but kind and patient with me, and I repaid you with coldness and cruelty. I pushed you away because...because I was scared. Scared of what I was feeling, scared of getting close to someone again. I know my behavior is not to be excused but I'm being honest doll." he pleaded.

You swallowed hard, the raw honesty in his words touching something deep inside you. “I get it, Bucky. But it still hurt.”

“I know,” he said, his voice pained.

He stepped towards you, gently taking your gentle hands into his calloused ones and continuing to speak while tracing patterns on your skin with his thumb, the gesture comforting him. “And I’m so sorry for that. I wish I could take it all back, but I can’t. What I can do is promise to make it up to you. I want to show you that you won’t regret giving me a chance.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, a tentative hope blooming within you. “How do you plan to do that?”

He looked at you with such intensity that it took your breath away. “By being there for you, by treating you the way you deserve to be treated. I want to make you happy, sweetness. I want to be the man you see in me, the man you’ve been so kind and patient with.”

You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by the sincerity and determination in his voice. “Oh Buck…”

“I crave you, doll,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I crave your touch, your smile, your laughter. Every part of you. I’ve tried to fight it, but I can’t anymore. I need you.”

The intensity of his confession left you breathless. You placed a hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm.

“I need to know you mean it,” you whispered, searching his eyes for any sign of doubt.

He covered your hand with his, his grip firm and reassuring. “I mean it, Y/N. I’ll spend every day of my life proving it to you if I have to.”

Before you could respond, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both desperate and tender. More intense than the last one. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer as if he needed to feel every inch of you against him. The kiss deepened, filled with all the pent-up emotions and longing that had been building between you.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily. You looked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. “You really want this? You really want me?”

“More than anything,” he said without hesitation. “You have no idea how much.”

A slow smile spread across your face, a mixture of relief and joy washing over you. “Well then, show me, Barnes.”

He grinned, a rare and genuine smile that made your heart soar. “With pleasure.”

He kissed you again, this time with even more passion and intensity. His hands roamed your back, pulling you impossibly closer, any distance in between being excruciating. You responded in kind, your fingers tangling in his hair as you poured all your emotions into the kiss. It was a promise, a beginning, and for the first time in a long while, you felt truly hopeful.

As the kiss ended, Bucky rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. “You won’t regret this, doll. I promise.”

“I believe you,” you whispered, feeling the truth of his words in your heart.

The moment of intimacy is shattered by the sound of cheering and whooping from the doorway. Startled, you both turn to see Tony, Natasha, Steve, and Sam standing there, grinning like a bunch of mischievous teenagers who had just witnessed their friends’ first kiss.

“Finally!” Tony exclaims, clapping his hands together. “I thought I was going to have to script it out for you two. Turns out Terminator actually has the balls to confess." he snickered, seizing a snack packet of dried blueberries and munching on them.

Natasha smirks, crossing her arms over her chest. “Took you long enough, Barnes. We were beginning to think you’d never make a move.” the redhead pauses and winks at you.

Steve steps forward, a proud smile on his face. “About time, punk. I knew you had it in you.”

Sam laughs, shaking his head. “And here I was thinking the Winter Soldier was all cold and no heart. Looks like our sunshine melted the ice.”

You feel your face heat up, a mix of embarrassment and amusement washing over you. Bucky, on the other hand, rolls his eyes, his cheeks slightly flushed. “Do you guys mind?”

Tony steps forward, still grinning and munching on his snack. “Not at all. We’ve been waiting for this moment for months. I mean, the tension was practically killing us.”

Natasha nods in agreement. “It was like watching a bad rom-com where the leads are too stubborn to admit they like each other.”

Bucky sighs, shaking his head but there’s a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. “Well, enjoy the show. It’s over now.”

Steve chuckles. “I don’t think it’s over. I think it’s just getting started.”

You laugh, feeling lighter than you have in weeks. “Alright, alright. You’ve had your fun. Now, can we have a moment?”

Tony raises his hands in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. We’ll leave you lovebirds alone. But don’t think we’re not going to talk about this later.”

He turns to you and points at the packet in his hand, "Also thanks for this sweets," and struts out.

As the group begins to disperse, Natasha gives you a wink. “We’re happy for you, babe. You deserve it.”

Steve pats Bucky on the shoulder. “Good job, Buck.”

Once they’re gone, you turn back to Bucky, who’s shaking his head, a look of exasperated affection on his face. “I swear, they’re worse than a bunch of kids.”

You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I think it’s sweet. They care about us.”

He sighs, pulling you closer. “Yeah, well, as long as I get you to myself now.”

You lean in, brushing your lips against his. “You do. And I’m not going anywhere.”

As you kiss him again, the echoes of your friends’ teasing fade away, leaving just the two of you in the warm, comforting glow of newfound love.

With that, you knew that this was the start of something new, something beautiful. It wouldn’t be easy, but together, you felt ready to face whatever came your way. And with Bucky by your side, you knew you could handle anything.

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[ramp-it-up]

Try a Little Tenderness

Paring: Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 3.7 K

Summary: Steve can’t win you with presents. He’s got to try a little tenderness.

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, Lil bit of ANGST. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Pining, flirting, organized crime, implied ice skating, teasing, former jerky boyfiend, inexperienced reader, nipple play, oral (both receiving) p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) breeding kink, size kink, crying during sex, violence (due to mob world).

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask.

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“Good morning, Steve!”

You were stocking onions, but you looked up and smiled as the tall blond entered the store, setting off the bell. He was well built and handsome and wearing a fine wool coat with a red scarf. It was a cool December, but New York had not yet had its first big snowfall.

“Mornin’, Ambrosia,” came his gruff response. 

You kind of liked his early morning voice. And the nickname. The first time he came in, he’d picked up an apple, already biting into it but also already paying. He handed you a twenty and said, “Mmmmm, Name?”, pointing to you with the apple. Flustered, you replied with the name of the apple instead of your name and the rest was history. 

This morning, Steve smiled at you and his blue eyes were sparkling. They always sparkled when he looked at you. He seemed very sweet.

“The usual.”

You laughed and went behind the counter to wash your hands.

“Of course, already had the fixin’s set up for you.”

You started the water for the espresso and got out the fresh everything bagels you’d put aside for him. Steve was one of your best customers, coming in every morning, and several evenings. He’d been coming in for about four months now.

Steve settled at the counter and watched you prepare his food. He looked at his watch: 7:42 am. He knew you'd been at work almost two hours now and that you were working very hard. One of your braids had come undone from your bun, and he wanted to put it back, but he didn’t touch you. You wore no makeup, yet your skin always glowed, and when you looked up at him, his heart nearly stopped. 

You were naturally beautiful. And your apron did not hide your curves. Or the fact that you were wearing the same pants that you’d worn three days ago. Steve figured that you didn’t have many clothes. He had the urge to take you shopping on Madison Avenue and let you go crazy. But somehow he knew you would never blow a load of cash on clothing. And that’s part of why he was so far gone on you.

He watched you battle your espresso machine with bemusement.

“Why haven’t you set up your new machine yet?”

You stopped and put your hands on your hips, looking so cute that Steve restrained himself from jumping over the counter.

“Is that from you?” You shook your head. “I suspected it.” 

Steve had unexpectedly given you many gifts, the espresso machine, a cash register. He’d even tried to have a new walk in cooler installed. You refused and sent back everything he’d sent. It wasn’t right. He barely knew you. 

You wondered what he did for a living, always dressed in the finest and able to afford multiple thousand dollar gifts. You figured that he was one of those Angel investors. Well, he wasn’t very good at being anonymous.

You watched as Steve gave you a lopsided grin, then leaned over the counter toward him. 

“Listen. Steve. Mr. Rogers.” 

You looked from his eyes, to his perfect lips, to his golden St. Christopher’s medal. He smelled so damn good. You bit your lip and Steve smiled, warmed by your proximity. This was his chance.

“Yeah, Ambrosia?”

“I’m not taking your gifts.”

You straightened up abruptly, handed him his drinks and finished his order. You gave him two folded newspapers.

“One Daily News for your friend and one News Day for you.” 

“Have you thought about it yet?”

You raised your eyebrow at him.

“About what?”

You thought he was finally going to ask you on a date. You knew the main reason he came in was to check you out. But you weren’t about to be bought.

“About the possibility of getting The Times in here? Alright, the Sunday Times at least.”

“Sorry Steve, it doesn’t sell. If it doesn’t sell, I don’t order. Can’t afford a non starter. But I do subscribe to the Sunday Times myself for the crossword. You can borrow mine any time.”

You winked at him. Something about Steve brought out your inner flirt.

Steve wanted to say something about sharing the Sunday Times in bed, but he thought better of it. Any other girl, and he would have been able to spit all kinds of game. But with you, he was tongue tied.

Steve sipped his coffee and shook his head as you gave him his bag.

“You are the most stubborn person I have ever met.”

You waved at him as he stood up.

“Have a great day!”

Steve chuckled at your dismissal as he walked out of the door. Bucky was waiting by the car. Steve handed him his cup and sandwich. 

“Send Sam to pick up the espresso machine.”

“Still a tough nut, eh?”

“Yeah. She’s still refusing gifts…”

Steve got in the passenger seat while Bucky sat behind the wheel.

“Instead of giving her all of this expensive shit, why don’t you just be nice to her?Ask her out ice skating or something.”

Steve scoffed. He didn’t know how to ask a girl out anymore. He felt like that scrawny kid running around with Bucky back in the day. Now, women were always clawing at each other to get to him. And they always wanted something. 

Steve didn’t respond to Bucky, just asked about his calendar.

“What’s on the agenda for today, Buck?”

“We gotta meet with the truckers today. They don’t want to bend to our terms.” Steve put on his sunglasses. 

“We know what to do to make ‘em bend, don't we Buck?”

“Sure do, buddy.” 

You were in your walk up apartment above the store halfway listening to the 10 o’clock news. They were doing a story about an explosion at the Eatern Tri-State Trucking hub in Bay Ridge as you put your body oil on after your shower. The reporter indicated that authorities thought that the Valkyrie crime organization was behind it. You were zoning out looking forward to the next day.

You were glad that Janie and Nate would be back at work tomorrow. Nate had just taken a week off, and Janie had recovered from the flu.  You were going to take the next afternoon off. You could have taken the entire day, but you wanted to open up for some reason.

Running an organic bodega in Brooklyn was a tough job, but the business was growing, but it was even tougher when your help was not there. You deserved a bit of a break.

The next morning, you were humming an Otis Redding song when Steve came in. You looked over your shoulder and caught him looking at your ass.

“Good morning, Mr. Rogers.”

“Mornin’ Ambrosia.”

“The usual?”

Steve wanted to say no, I want to ask you to marry me, but that might be a little too forward.

“Yeah.”

He sat down at the counter and noticed that you had on something brand new. When you turned around, he gestured to your outfit.

“What’s the occasion?”

You looked down and then grinned. 

“This outfit is my Christmas present to myself. I’m taking the afternoon off and I’m going into the city to go to the Central Public Library.”

Steve tried to respect your glee. But he had to do it.

“How thrilling.”

“You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch, “ you quipped.

Steve laughed at you. He thought about what Bucky said the day before.

“Grinch hunh. Well, would a Grinch offer to take you ice skating instead?”

You turned around and leaned on the counter. Steve leaned toward you.

“I don’t know. Are you offering, Mr. Grinch?”

You loved teasing him. Steve groaned.

“C’mon. I’m trying here. Ambrosia. Do you want to go ice skating with me in the city this afternoon? And to dinner afterward.”

“Are you asking me on a date?”

Steve was very close to you now, staring at your lips.

“Yes.”

You stood up and put your hands on your hips.

“It’s about time. Sure!”

Steve laughed at how easy it was. You shoved his order into his hands.

“Pick me up at 1.”

Steve was grinning like an idiot out at the car, and didn't know how he got there.

“So you finally asked her out, hunh?”

Steve snapped out of it as he got in the passenger seat.

“Move the talks up to 10. I’m taking the afternoon off.”

“Rumlow is stalling. I can handle it this evening.”

“You sure?”

Bucky looked at his best friend.

“Sure as shootin’.”

You and Steve had a great afternoon, and Steve thought that ice skating was genius. He had to thank Bucky. You had to hold hands to stay steady, and when he pulled you in close, you didn’t pull back so you could stay warm. He didn’t know that you were thinking the same things.

Steve got to treat you to Via Carota and you two walked right in. The food was great, the wine was amazing, and you even stole a kiss in your corner booth. The night was perfect.

He drove you back to your place and you sat in the car for a minute. He’d been a perfect gentleman, and you were the one to make the first move with the kiss. You looked at him quizzicaly.

“Can I ask you something, Steve?”

“Yes, Ambrosia, anything.”

“After today, this afternoon and tonight. Do you still like me?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course. Why do you ask?”

You looked down. 

“Well, you’ve been such a gentleman. I see how you look at me, all hungry all the time. And the gifts. I don’t know. I just thought you’d be. You know. More…”

“Aggressive?” Steve responded.

“Well. yeah. I just thought.”

You looked back up and saw that Steve’s eyes had darkened.

“I am not a gentle man in my everyday life, Ambrosia. And I know that I can come on strong. But you make me want to be tender with you. I want to cherish you.”

“Oh.”

And Steve pulled you in for a sweet, but sexy kiss.

“So, yes, I still like you. And I have very aggressive thoughts about you. Want to ruin you in fact. But I want to do it carefully. Make you feel it. And make you glad you did.”

“Oh. No one has ever…damn, Steve.”

He recognized that you had been hurt.

“Here’s an aggressive question. What kind of an asshole would make you feel that way about yourself? His name is all I need.”

You laughed.

“Do you want to come up for the answer?” You cocked your head at him as he chuckled and nodded.

“Yes.”

When you got up to your place, you were settled with a glass of wine on your couch.

“I’m not going to give you his name, but I will tell you that we were together for a few months, and we only did it a few times. He’s the only one I’ve ever been with.”

The way you looked as him made Steve’s heart soft, but other things hard.

“It…It didn’t feel good. He said I was frigid and too small. I… I went to the doctor and everything. She said I was fine physically. So I figured it must have been in my mind and I haven’t been able to get out of my head after that. He broke it off and then I just decided to focus on work.”

You peered at Steve to see his reaction.

Steve’s eyes flashed with anger, then cooled.

“That joker is a fucking idiot.” 

His eyes traced your body.

“He didn’t know what to do with all this?”

Steve reached for you and kissed you, this time with undeniable passion. You broke away and stood up, offering him your hand.

“Show me, Steve.”

He stood up and followed you to your bedroom.

You stood at the foot of the bed and reached up to kiss Steve, and he picked you up and sat down, sitting you down with both of your legs over his. You made out like this, Steve’s hands still in neutral places until you whined and scooted closer to him.

Then, he went under your sweater, finding your nipple in your bra and brushing it with his thumb. He was exhibiting intense will power, but he couldn’t hold it all back as you responded to his passionate kisses.

Steve lifted your sweater off and your tank top, which was underneath, with it. Your bra contained your breasts, but your nipples were erect and straining against the material. He brought your body towards his for a kiss, his thick fingers pressing and playing with your sensitive buttons. He had you squirming on his lap as he reached around and expertly unfastened your bra.

He looked down at you and then back up, eyes hungry. You’d been yearning for that look.

“I’m gonna cherish this moment, get you ready for me, Baby. You’re gonna feel so good.”

He was weighing and kneading your breast and tenderly flicking your nipple, then he leaned down and kissed you, moving down your neck and collarbone, descending your chest and kissing all around your areolas, teasing your stiff nipples.

He had you moaning and writhing, wanting some friction for your cunt.

“Patience, Baby. You’re gonna get everything you deserve. Including this.”

Steve moved your hand to the hard member in his pants, which you tried to grip in vain through his slacks. You whimpered in frustration.

“I know. I know. I want to do so many things with you.” 

Steve’s fingers were in your leggings, through our panties and tracing your wet pussy lips gently as he finally started sucking your nipples. You pulled his hair wantonly as he teased you.

“Mmmmm. Who’s got you all wet, Ambrosia?” he asked, as he pulled his fingers out and put them in his mouth.

“Y-you, Steve… unhhhhh.”

The sight of him relishing your taste made you even wetter. And he found out, because his hand was right back down your pants. 

His lips were at your ear and he was breathing hard.

“Can I…”

His thick finger parted your lips and the rough pads of two fingers slid over your clit into your wetness. You arched your back in anticipation.

“...Can I eat you out, my sweet Ambrosia?”

His voice and the request sent you on a tailspin. You nodded vigorously as Steve pulled his hand out to your whine of desperation at the loss of contact.

You quickly stood up as Steve captured your hips to stand still in front of him. His eyes raked up and down your form as he took hold of the waistband of your pants, and slowly pulled them and your panties down your legs. You stepped out of them and Steve’s hands ran back up your form as you looked down at him. He grabbed the backs of your thighs as he pulled you near him.

Steve put one knee over his shoulder and stared at your most intimate part. 

“She’s a sweet little flower. So pretty and tight.”

His fingers were parting your folds so he could see even more.

“But she will be ready for my thick cock, I know she will, Ambrosia.”

He pulled you forward and held you up as he licked through you, almost causing a near stroke as far as you could tell. 

“Mmmmmm,” Steve’s eyes rolled back into his head.  “You are so sweet. I could eat you all night.”

You almost cried as he dove back in, grabbing his hair for purchase. He grabbed your bottom and stood to place you on the bed. He kneeled on the floor and held you down and open with his huge hands.

Steve started his feast, gently licking at first, then made you build to a crescendo as he started tongue fucking you. He made sure to stimulate your nipples, and when he felt your hard little nub vibrate, he sucked your clit hard as you came.

“Was that good?”

“Oh my stars, that was good.”

You both laughed.

“You’re so fucking cute, Ambrosia, but there’s levels to this.”

You sat up and watched as  he took off his shirt. You were sure that your eyes were sparkling now.

“It’s just going to get better and better.”

He was just clad in his black boxer briefs, a huge bulge leading the charge. He reached in and you were certain that he was going to pull out an entire pack of socks, but instead, he showed you the largest, thickest dick you’d ever seen. Your eyes were like saucers. You were a little afraid, but your legs fell open out of reflex. 

“See what you do to me?”

You bit your lip and nodded, reaching out and touching it tentatively.

“I’ve never seen one that big.”

You looked up at him and his heart melted simultaneously as his cock jumped. Your trembling fingers around him made him almost bathe your hand in his spend.

“Oh, Baby.. So sweet.”

“You are too, Steve. I want to taste you.”

You looked up at him through your lashes and Steve groaned, trembling with the effort to hold back.

“Christ… I’m…I…. Whatever you want, Baby.”

You stared at his cock for what seemed like forever. Then, you tentatively reached out and kitten licked his tip, causing him to groan as he palmed the back of your head.

“You’re killing me here, Ambrosia.”

“Hmmm.” You smiled. “Lay down for me, Steve.”

He did as he was told and put his arm behind his head to watch you. The way his muscles bulged inspired you anew. He reached down and roamed his fingers over your body as you hovered over him. You stroked him a couple of times and then played with his balls, Steve putty in your hands.

“B-babyyyy.”

You smiled in triumph that you had him whining as you spread your lips over the thick mushroom cap and sucked it into your mouth vigorously, causing him to moan and buck his hips up. You took the cue and drew him into your mouth, making him hit the back of your throat and gag.

“Holyyyyyy sssssshit. Stop. StopStopStopStop.”

Steve pulled you off his dick, which made you release him with a plop. He sat up and stared at you, disbelief in his eyes. 

“Did I do it wrong?”

“Did you do it wrong. Fuck, you almost made me…. C’mere.”

You giggled as you ended up with your back on the bed again, Steve eating you out, this time one finger inside you as you came. You were in shambles as he looked up at you and inserted another finger inside as his opposite thumb stroked your still-quivering clit.

“Gotta get you up to three. Hold on.”

You did, and when he crooked his fingers this time, you let out a wail that caused dogs to bark down the street.

After your fourth orgasm, Steve looked up, smiling ear to ear.

“Still want this dick?”

You scowled at him.

“If you don’t…”

He laughed as he kneeled between your legs, stroking the magnificent beast. You opened your legs even wider and stared down at it.

“No. look at me, look at me. You’re ready. I got you Baby.”

Steve supported himself with one arm as he got nearer to you and started swiping his head between your folds. You keened as he entered you.

“Ow. Steveeeee.”

Your face looked so adorable as you struggled to take him.

“Holy shit, you’re, fuck you’re so….”

Steve kissed you through your moan of shock and pleasure as he slid all the way home. You gripped his bicep, your fingernails leaving marks. Steve pecked your lips as you pounded together, waiting for you to get used to him.

“You ok? You good?”

Steve checked to make sure you were okay. You nodded at him with tears in your eyes.

“I- I- think it feels good. You’re so big, Steveee. But.. but I like it….”

You started moving, a little at first, and then more wantonly. Steve looked down to where you were impaled upon his dick.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. You are perfect. Just so.. Fucking… tiny…. But made for me…Shit.”

You felt Steve’s cock jumping inside you when he said those words, and you clasped your hands behind his back and uttered, “More!”

And that’s when you began to get fucked. Tenderly yet filthily. It was the best Steve had ever had, trying to be gentle and knowing that he wanted to put the bed under the ground. It was such a turn on. The ragged moans that you gave him with each stroke was a gift from god, and he started cumming before he could think.

“Shit! I didn’t use a condom…Fuck. But why does that just motivate me to keep going?” 

Steve laughed into your ear as he kept stroking for dear life. He was usually so careful, knowing that most women wanted his kid. But with you he didn’t care. You wrapped your legs around him, taking the pounding he was giving you now.

“Hmmmmmm. You want me to put a baby inside you? Pump you so full of cum that you get all round and full with my seed?”

“Hnnnnghhh. Steve… I…”

“Tell me. Do you want it? You want me to get you pregnant?”

“Ohhhh shitttttttt! Steeeveeeeee!”

You detonated around him and Steve cursed, finally pulling out and jacking hard onto your stomach as three fingers on the other hand continued to fuck you through your orgasm. His pearly spend looked beautiful on your skin.

“So gorgeous. There’s time for that yet, but we gotta get you to a doctor, because I don’t want to do this too many more times. And fucking you with condoms is no longer an option.”

You were fucked out, absentmindedly playing in his cum, causing him to spurt one last rope onto your fingers. When you brought them to your mouth was when he shivered. He collapsed beside you.

“I can’t even explain how good that was.”

You just smiled at him, lips shiny with gloss that he made.

“You are an angel. A Christmas angel.”

Steve sighed as you smiled at him. He got up and went to your bathroom to clean up and get a warm towel.

“I’m hungry.”

“Anything you want, Babe. I’ll get it for you.”

You grabbed the remote and  turned on the tv, catching the tail end of the news.

“Shootout in DUMBO tonight between the Rumlow and Valkyrie crime organizations. Several high-ranking officers dead or injured, including Brock Rumlow and James Bucky Barnes. More news when we have it.”

“Steve? Bucky? What’s going on? Valkyrie?”

Steve was up and grabbing for his clothes, an inscrutable look on his face.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this, but I gotta go.” 

He gave you a quick kiss. 

“Don’t leave. Sam will come back with some food for you and he will stay with you. Don’t open the store tomorrow.”

“But Steve!”

“No buts! I will call.”

And then Steve disappeared into the night, leaving you with so many questions.

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[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Hi , I was wondering if you’d like to write something with Logan where reader is a barista at a coffee shop and he’s started being a regular because of her, and then one day a costumer is rude to her and she’s crying . I just thought of it cause it happened to me at work the other day 🥲. Sorry I’ve never done a request before so sorry if it makes no sense

Thank you for requesting this, it made perfect sense! I hope you like it! And I'm so sorry that happened to you!! I did this with Worst!Logan in mind I hope that's ok!

Logan started visiting your cafe almost every day, the first time he stumbled through the door was about three months ago and you still giggle when you think about it. He was pulled through the door by Wade and forced to pay for the merc's coffee. "it's the least you can do for me Wolvie! You ruined the couch after that last fight, the blood stain still won't come out." Logan cringed not only from being reminded about the most recent fight that took forever to heal from but also from hearing what Wade ordered. "that's just sugar" he mumbled to himself before ordering what would become his regular coffee order. "a black coffee"

You nodded and asked, "What size sir?" He finally looked at you and he visibly relaxed, Wade was off to the side ready to fangirl over seeing how dilated Logan's eyes got just from a glance at you.

Now he's a regular at a stupid coffee cafe, something he never thought would ever happen but when he walks in and sees you, he's happy that it happened.

The bell chimed as he walked through the door and his eyes immediately went to find you. He huffed when he noticed you were already helping a customer but there was only one separating you from him. He was trying to figure out how to text Wade back to let him know that yes, he will order him his disgusting cup of pure sugar for him but before he could he heard your voice crack.

His head snapped up from his phone to your form behind the counter, and he focused more on what the customer was saying.

"How incompetent do you need to be to get this job? A toddler could make a cup of coffee and a muffin better than what your sorry excuse was! Thanks alot for just ruining my-" The man was cut off by Logan's hand coming down on his shoulder.

"Leave" Logan growled as he felt his claws to start coming out, the man started to try talking back, completely stuttering. "Leave." Logan said one more time before pushing the customer to the door. The man nodded and stumbled out of the door but Logan didn't care about he did, Logan cared about you being close to tears.

"Oh darlin'" he cooed before going to the counter. You sniffled and wiped your eyes gently as you gave him a wry smile. "What can I get you, Logan?" You asked while clearly choking back tears still. He shook his head, almost upset. Honestly, he was upset. He couldn't believe you were treating him as just some other customer.

"When do you get off, honey?" He asked, already knowing the answer. You looked at the clock hanging behind you before answering, "Ten minutes...why?" He hummed and looked towards the back. "Ain't one of your little coworkers already clocked in?" You nodded, still confused as to what he was trying to say. He hummed again and copied your nod.

"Go clock out. I'll order us something, maybe we can share one of your amazing muffins you've been talking about all week and go sit in that corner you like so much." The way he said it left no room for argument. You smiled more joyful...more yourself, you nodded quickly before turning around and going to clock out.

Your coworker came to take over the counter and gave Logan a knowing look, "So what can I get you two?" Logan looked over the menu and ordered what you usually recommended for him to try for you to have, a muffin for you two to share, and his usual black coffee.

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[gettinshiggywithit]

「“ᴍʀ & ᴍʀꜱ”」

Scenario :- “hmmm what about something like being kuni's housewife idk i just want him to come home and eat my meals” ( @diagonal-queen )

Pairing :- kunikida x wife!reader

Genre:- fluff!

Type:- headcannons!

TW:- mentions of sex but no actual nsfw!

A/N :- here’s a little something i did for @diagonal-queen!Hope y’all like it!

Okayyy so you wanna be MRS kunikida huh?

Let’s see what it’ll be like!

First off if you actually make the cut? Congratulations!

You’ve effectively beat out 99.99% of the women population 😭

But no fr if u and Kunikida actually get hitched that means you are his perfect person.

No matter what flaws you have or you think you have,to him it’s all immaterial.

And if you ever get down,remember he chose you!

If you guys get hitched and you wanna be a housewife he’s all for it!

Its very classic, if u know what i mean.

And he kinda likes that at least this one thing could be simple(in his not-at-all-simple life)

Let’s go back to your wedding day shall we?

Okay imagine after a beautiful ceremony yall go back to your room and then have the most romantic night ever.

Just you and him in each other’s company~

After that you move into his apartment and settle down.

Kunikida is a hard working lad so he most probably won’t be around much after your honeymoon.

He goes to work everyday without fail and comes back home to you,also without fail. (Although sometimes he’s a little more scraped up and scarred than usual)

He texts you to see if you’re okay during his breaks and always lets you know when he’s goin on a mission and where.

If he needs to cut communications cos it could interfere with the mission,he tells you and reassures you that everything would be alright

And honestly youre only worried about his and his colleagues safety.

Cos like let’s be real, a relationship with Kunikida would be secure af! Because we all KNOW he would never cheat!

On days where he gets days off he still works at home🥲 (im sorry but buddy NEEDSS to have his stuff in order

But when he’s done he spends his time with you.

Whether it be baking,watching a movie or your favorite show,or just cuddling or vibing,yall are together.

And lemme tell you mans is talll

He’d be the big spoon when cuddling btw!

Oh and on days when he does work he looks forward to coming home to you and unwinding~

Oh and he LOVESS your cooking!

It reminds him of his childhood and it’s just that good.

One time you suggest packing him some lunch for work and he later got sooo much shit from dazai (that bandaged bugget was making kissy faces and shit and jusy not letting mans eat!)

One time dazai sneaks a bite and then he’s like “okay yeah no i get it now”

(buddy takes a bite and says, serious as ever, “Kunikida…this food is truly magnificent! Please tell y/n to make me some on the day before my suicide🥰. He gets promptly whacked on the head☺️)

Oh and this man can COOK

in any instance where youre tired or dont feel like cooking,mans has got it!

Makes a simple yet delicious meal and astounds you~

OH! And imagine for your anniversaries he gives you a card and as you open it he says “doppo poet!” And he turns it into a mini bouquet! (And when i say mini,i mean it.remember guys he can only summon stuff that are smaller than or the size of his notebook!)

Oh and he never forgets important dates😌

He’s a little new to romance but is surprisingly good!

And when it comes to more intimate times, he knows exactly what to do and how to make it enjoyable for the both of you

(ROMANCE AND/OR EROTICA READING KUNIKIDA!!!!)

And in conclusion,

He’d literally be the best husband ever.all parents wish their daughters could marry him

And here you were! Doing just that!

I wish y’all the best frr♥️♥️

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[naayewolf]

“There There, Kitty” Kokushibo x Muzan Daughter!Reader [Smut]

Summary:

You are Muzan’s Demon Daughter, and he has ordered the top 3 uppermoons To be your personal servants. You decide to turn them into your personal lap dogs. 

*Might make this a whole book with different context*

*Uppermoon/Muzan Jackson’s impressions of y/n

Akaza: Wants to be stronger than her, they spar all the time even though y/n always wins.

Douma: Finds her VERY entertaining. Basically her girlfriend [In the sister sense]

Kokushibo: Follows her EVERY command~

Muzan: Loves her, gives her secondhand control over the top 3 uppermoons as a gift.

TW: 

Dubcon, Dominant reader, size difference, Loss of virginity, abuse of power,  rough riding,, bondage [tentacles daki style],  blowjobs, milking, lipstick play [It’ll make sense] Sado/masochism, bedpress, master/servant[pet] dynamics, degradation

You sit with a makeup brush in your hands, your eyes colorful shades of yellow and pink, your lips are blood red. Your hands work on Douma’s face, spreading blue powder across his cheeks. “Blue really suits your skin tone Douma!” You smile, putting glue on a jewel to place it under his eye. 

He squeals with joy in a high pitch, glad for the compliment. “You're the makeup artist, y/n!” He uses his blood art to make an ice mirror to see himself. He squeals louder than before and hugs the air out of you. “It’s perfect! I wasn’t sure at first, but you truly work magic y/n!” 

You Give him a closed eye smile, opening them again when you catch the aura of your other pets Akaza and ... Kokushibo. 

They both enter the room, Akaza throwing the door open unknowing of your presence. “DOUMA WHERE IS MY- What the actual f u c k ..” His eyes go wide at Douma,  him uncaring of you being here. Kokushibo on the other hand bows to the ground as if you were your Dad.

“Forgive us Master, we were unaware you were- tending to our fellow moon, forgive us for intruding.” He shuts his middle and bottom pair of eyes, looking at you through the top pair. You let out a giggle pulling his head to a sitting position with a tendril from your back. 

“It’s quite fine. Akaza, please refrain from breaking Douma’s door from now on.” he doesn’t bow, only letting out a very unapologetic grumble. Koku gives him a quick glare and he apologizes a bit more believable. You stand motioning for them to move from the door.

“Kokushibo. If you’ll follow me, I have something I need you for.” He lets out an immediate ‘Yes, Master’ before standing to follow you out. The second you two step out Akaza punches through Douma’s head. 

“Akaza dono .. you ruined my makeup ..” He whines while sitting up. The yukata he wears barely covers his crotch, as it’s usually worn for a married couple’s first night together. [Honeymoon lingerie] He pouts bending forward, the cloth covering his groin falling forward almost exposingly “Don’t you think I’m pretty in this?”

Akaza’s pale face turns red from embarrassment. In truth, he’s jealous Douma had this much time with you instead of him. He would’ve spent it training his strength instead of playing dress up though.  Douma goes to lift the cloth covering him. He kicks Douma in the groin.“You Fucking Would!” 

*With Y/n and Kokushibo*

*Koku POV* 

Kokushibo is positively TERRIFIED. He remains stoic as always on the outside, but on the inside he’s screaming with a million questions. What did I do? Where is she taking me? Is she mad? Is she gonna kill me? Is she gonna get THAT MAN to kill me? 

You walk on, arms crossed in front of you, him behind you as a symbol of your superiority towards him. He realizes that you’re nearing your quarters. That brings even more questions.  

*Y/n Pov* 

You’ve liked this pet for a while, and seeing him so obedient at the moment he realized you were there made you feel special. You realize that he’s the type to follow orders without a second thought. The control you had over him made you feel- a certain way. You decided to see just how far he’d go to meet your demands.  

You lead him towards your room, bouncing at the excitement of the game you're about to play. When you get to your door you move aside ushering him in. Kokushibo turns to you again with all six eyes on you in confusion and concern. 

“Master-” He begins, shutting up when your small figure presses against his tall one. “What are you-” A black tendril shoots out your back going through his wrists pinning him to the wall and dripping blood onto the floor mat. 

You shush him, pushing your finger to his lips. “It’s okay, just .. go with it.” He knows he could easily overpower you, or at least push you off, but he’s afraid it’ll anger That Man. With swift roughness you have him against your futon straddling his body. His hands twitch around from the pain. He doesn’t know what else to do but beg, afterall he doesn’t even know what he did. “P-Please Master, stop.”

 You’re dumbfounded for a second before letting out a laugh. “Ah! The little demon is begging .. how cute.” You let out a breathy moan before rolling your hips into him.  He moans lightly which causes you to grin. You move down to line your face up with his crotch. 

He yelps when you kiss him through the cloth, effectively smearing your lipstick. You let out a chuckle lifting up to look him in his eyes. “It’s ok, there there, kitty. Just stay very still.~” You undo his obi making his kimono come loose. You swiftly pull it off of his shoulders. He whines with his hands being unable to cover himself, not that his hands would do any good to cover it. 

You gasp at the size of it. Koku must be half horse or something- It’s about 12 inches with considerable length. You move down, placing a kiss at the base. He stiffens but stays still, not wanting to anger you. If this was you when you were giving mercy, he’d hate to see you withdraw it. 

You trail up and down his length leaving marks of bright red all over his pale cock. You nip at his base before looking up to admire your work. His cock was dripping with precum and he was a mewling mess. You smirk moving down and putting his legs over your shoulders making him gasp. “Looks like l made a mess~” You move in leaving another trace of lipstick on his shaft. You inhale, enjoying the smell of him in such a sinful position. “Let me clean that for you …” You take your tongue and lick from base to tip taking him in your mouth relishing in the taste of his precum. 

You bob your head, closing your eyes to focus on task. He begins to moan out your name repeatedly like a broken record. His groans of protest long since died out, he moans louder than he really should have. “Ah!~ Master .. Y/n please s- ngh .. slow down.” His requests are met with deaf ears, as you only increase your speed. 

His release hits you both hard, as when he feels the blood in his body move to his cock all at once. He thrusts his hips up into your mouth making you take his full length. You gag and soften your throat, relaxing him deeper into your throat. 

You take him out of your mouth with a pop and move up to sit in his lap. You undo your yukata with a quick tug and pull one of his hands through your tendril, ripping his wrist open. You pull his hand up to your breast knowing the injury was nothing to him. “Here, play with them! See? squishy!”  He complies by pinching your nipples reluctantly before circling your breasts in his palms. 

You let out a light moan while lining yourself up with his tip. He panics, all of his eyes widening and trying to move himself away from your dripping sex. “Wait, Master dont!” He did want this, but his length was the size of your arm by itself and he didn’t want to hurt you. You smile, taking your hand up to grip his cheek. You take his moment of distraction to drop yourself onto his full shaft. You cry out and pain shoots through your whole body in the best way.

You use your tendrils to move yourself up and down on his length. He moans even louder than before, surely his colleagues had heard you two by now. He loses control and shoves you against the futon roughly. He becomes feral and bares his fangs pressing you into your sheets. 

He goes at unmatched speed making sure to pound deep into you with each thrust. You moan loud enough for everyone present to hear you, an orgasm hitting you into a heaven like state. He falls back keeping himself inside you. You move up, crashing your lips together. Kokushibo releases his seed deep inside your womb.

You both pant loudly holding each other for the little sanity you both have left. You let out a breathless laugh snuggling into his chest. “I’ll tell you one thing .. W-We are definitely doing that again Kitten.” You kiss his nape moving into him to fall asleep. 

He hugs you back being released from your tendrils. He closes his eyes and plants a kiss on your forehead. “As you wish, Master.”

[delusionalvenusian]

The Long Con, Pt. 1

Pairing: Max Burnett x Fem!Reader (no use of y/n, reader eventually has a nickname)

Summary: Max, having parted ways with Madeline, still can't let go of his lust for a lavish life. He now finds himself at upscale hotel bars scouting out wealthy widows and divorcees to bed and steal from to keep afloat while he cooks up his first big solo con. What seems like a business-as-usual one night stand could just end up being his perfect long con. Or hers.

Warnings: 18+ only, smuuuuuuuuuut (pretty much right off the bat, but there is a plot in there somewhere), oral, unprotected p in v, swearing, drinking, kissing, dubcon (sorta), kinda subby Max, Max and reader are both little assholes

Word count: ~4k

a/n: Hellooooooo! I don't really know what the market is for this kind of thing since I've been out of the fanfic writing world for over a decade now, but I've had this little story brewing in my head since watching Sharper when it was first released and finally started putting it into words and feeling courageous enough to publish it somewhere on the off chance someone will enjoy it. This will be a few parts, but I'm not exactly sure how many at this point. Anyway, I so hope you enjoy this if you stumble upon it and give it a shot. :)

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Max swirled the whiskey in his glass as he leaned coolly against the bar, scanning the dim Manhattan establishment for what felt like the hundredth time, trying to locate his next mark.

With what he’d heard about the clientele here, he had expected the evening to go much smoother—get in, find a desperate 50-something to leave with, pocket some cash and blank checks after fucking her to sleep, repeat—but, after an hour or so of misses, he was ready to call it a night. Weekday evenings were usually perfect for this little game he’d adopted to pass the time while he figured out his next big solo move since breaking from Madeline. The too-young girls looking for rich old men weren’t out until the weekend, and the mature divorcees were out scouting for their next fling, more than happy to accept his attention. But tonight was a quiet one, and he was growing more frustrated with each dud he spotted. Downing the rest of the amber liquid, he slammed the glass down on the bar and moved to head for the door.

“Easy there!” He heard from behind. He turned quickly to study the source of the honeyed voice. “Excuse me,” she asked, effortlessly getting the bartender’s attention as soon as she stepped up to the bar.  “Could I get a vodka tonic, extra lime, and keep them coming, please? Actually, go ahead and make that a double.” She smiled softly at the bartender’s confirming nod and spun to face the crowd of patrons as she waited for her drink. Her gaze shifted lazily around the room, meeting Max’s eyes as he sized her up. “See something you like?”

She was perfect. Younger than his usual target, but old enough to have the resources he needed. Her glossy blown out hair and subtle designer label ensemble screamed trust fund baby. Her drink order suggested she was ready to loosen up for the evening, and she was at least regular enough here that she didn’t have to give a card for a tab. No ring on her finger. Cool demeanor. And she was much easier on the eyes than the women he had suffered the last few months to get by. Perfect.

“Absolutely,” he replied, pulling his most seductive smirk.

She chuckled amusedly, cocking her brow. “Forward.”

Max sidled back up to the bar to settle next to his prey, gesturing to the bartender for another. “Let me buy you a drink?”

“Not wasting any time, are we?” She took a sip of her cocktail as soon as it reached her hand. “No introductions, just right down to business. I respect that.”

“I’m—”

“No, unh-unh,” she interrupted with a fluid wave of her hand, “I don’t care. We’ve both got the same motive, so let’s just skip the unnecessary bullshit. Trust me, it’s so much more fun with no names.”

Max could hear the jackpot jingle ring in his brain as he registered her words. Beyond perfect. He wouldn’t even have to bother with creating an identity for the night or convincing her to take him home. Admittedly, it did suck some of the fun out of his scheme, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He clinked his glass against hers in enthusiastic agreement.

“Great. I’ve got this one, so next one’s on you.” She downed a few gulps of her drink and gave him a slow once over. “Not bad. I usually only catch old pervs here.”

Max snickered. “Glad to hear I don’t look like a perv.”

“You don’t look like an old perv,” she corrected.

“So then tell me what I look like,” Max prompted as he softly ran his knuckles up her bicep from elbow to shoulder, twisting her hair around his finger.

She studied his features for another moment through narrowed eyes before responding. “Attractive. New money. Arrogant, for sure. Devious— you’ve got that glint in your eye, I see it. And here tonight, so definitely a perv.”

“You’re here tonight, what does that make you?”

She smiled up at him teasingly. “You’ll just have to come back to my room and find out, I guess.”

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The walk from the bar, through the hotel lobby, and to the elevator was a short one, and Max couldn’t have been more thankful. The flowing liquor and flirtatious banter coupled with the anticipation of his scheme playing out successfully had his excitement at peak. The attraction certainly didn’t hurt either. It had been months since he found himself entangled with someone he felt legitimate physical desire for—not that that mattered to him in the end so long as he left with his pockets satisfactorily lined, but it was a welcome change.

She kept her hands to herself as she led Max to the elevators, unable to leave behind the strict societal manners she was raised on and give in to her temptation to grab him and take him in the nearest secluded corner. It had been months since she’d had a good lay, and Max’s assertive air had her convinced that he’d be the one to break that depressing trend. Impatient and aroused as ever, she fought not to drum her fingers or tap her foot waiting for the elevator to finish its slow descent, not wanting to drop her poised façade and let Max see how desperate she was to be alone with him, to touch him, to taste him. She let out a silent breath in relief as the doors finally parted, quickly fishing a key out and stepping in.

Max’s eyes lit up watching her insert the key and press the accompanying “P” button. Penthouse. His cock jumped in exhilaration, and suddenly his hands were on her as the elevator doors closed. The touch of his hands on her waist and his soft breath on her neck threatened to break her and make her go feral. She fought her urge to whip around, grab his hair roughly, and pull his lips to meet hers—her resolve to appear as composed as possible still strong. As Max wound himself around her like the snake he was, pressing his body to hers and peppering lazy kisses along her throat, she counted down the seconds until the elevator stopped at her floor.

Stepping out of the claustrophobic box into the airy suite instantly flipped the switch on her demeanor. The freedom of absolute privacy from the outside world washed over her and she suddenly found herself unreservedly overtaken by the lust that had been simmering within her, pulling Max out of the elevator by the lapel of his jacket. Greedy lips collided while hands caressed skin and pulled hair. Neither wanting to waste another second, they clumsily made their way through the bedroom doorway, quickly discarding the last of each other’s clothing.

Max continued backing her toward the plush bed as she nipped and sucked at his neck. The groan he let out at her teeth grazing his skin told her he liked a little dominance. When the backs of her knees met the side of the bed she disconnected from him, looking into his eyes through her long lashes and shaking her head as she rounded on him and shoved him down instead. Max grinned devilishly as she straddled him and roughly reclaimed his lips.

“Touch me,” she said breathily between sloppy kisses, guiding his right hand from her hair at the nape of her neck down to her aching core.

“Right down to business. I respect that,” Max said, teasingly repeating her words from earlier that evening. Without hesitation, he inserted two digits, eliciting a deep moan from her right into his mouth. “So wet for me.” He gathered her slick and languidly drew out his fingers to tightly circle her swollen clit.

The sob she let out was nearly animal as he applied just the right amount of pressure but kept his movement frustratingly slow. “Fuck,” she keened, “faster.”

Max bit her bottom lip and quickened his pace ever so slightly. “’Atta girl, tell me what to do.”

She slid a hand down his chest and abdomen, grasping his firm cock, and quickly jerked his head back by the hair with the other to look him in his dilated eyes. “Make me cum and you can have whatever you want,” she promised as she stroked him so softly that he physically ached for more.

He tried to hide the breath that caught in his throat and laid back on his elbows. “Get up here,” he said, grabbing the backs of her thighs and pulling her toward his face. She laughed sensually as she shuffled her way up his torso. He greeted her throbbing bundle of nerves with a smooth lap of his tongue and hooked his arms around each thigh to draw her down until she was sat on him completely. He teased her no longer, tasting her sweetness deeply and sucking her clit, immediately turning her into a whimpering mess.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that, don’t stop.” Her cries of satisfaction and writhing on Max’s skilled tongue elicited his own moans and had him bucking his hips in anticipation of burying himself deep inside her wet heat. “Yes! Right there, right there” she chanted. Max increased the pace of his massage and shook his head, sucking her in impossibly deeper, his encouraging moans sending vibrations through her body and overstimulating her. She couldn’t form words any longer as the growing knot in her stomach came undone and she convulsed, crying out the god she did or didn’t believe in and releasing her orgasm into Max’s welcoming mouth.

Max—ever the proud lover—didn’t stop until she’d nearly collapsed. He finally freed her tender clit when she pulled his hair so hard it threatened to rip out at the root. Despite her promise, she didn’t wait for Max’s direction before taking her next steps, needing him inside of her as soon as humanly possible. She slithered down his body until her wanting core hovered just above his painfully hard cock. Before she could grip him herself, Max grabbed her roughly by the hip to hold her steady as he lined himself up and ran his leaking tip through her soaked folds. They moaned in unison while he repeated his movements once, twice, three times, until he abruptly thrust up into her. He bottomed out, sheathing her completely, and gave her a moment to adjust to his size.

Without a word, she ran a hand up his chiseled abdomen and placed it on his chest for leverage as she began to slowly rise up off of him. She stopped as the head of his dick reached her entrance, just before it could fall out, and sank back down as slowly as she had risen. Max threw his head back into the mattress, eyes rolled far back in his head, and cried out in ecstasy. She lifted herself again, reiterating her slow descent and moaned proudly at the sight of Max’s nods of pleasure. “You like that, huh, baby,” she cooed.

“Mhmm,” Max nodded again.

“Use your words. Tell me what you want,” she said, continuing to lazily ride him, drawing out each lift and descent.

Max grunted as her cervix bumped his sensitive tip once more. “Need you to ride me,” he said. “So fucking tight and wet for me. Bounce on my cock.” He gave her no chance to quicken her pace herself. He took hold of her ass cheeks brusquely, spreading them slightly, and guiding her down hard over his length, meeting her in the middle with a thrust.

She didn’t protest, giving up control and allowing Max to set his desired pace. It was fast and raucous by this point as Max’s need for release had steadily built up in the act of giving pleasure.

 “God, you’re so fucking good,” she sighed out through a hazy, cock-drunk smile.

Max practically growled at the praise, tightening his grip to hold her in place and giving her everything he had. The bottom of his spine was starting to tingle and his need to cum was taking over.

She intuited the meaning of his increased intensity and woke slightly from her sex-induced fog as she remembered they hadn’t used a condom. “Shit, wait,” she exclaimed. “You can’t cum inside me, you have to pull out.”

“But you feel so fucking good,” he said without really processing the bigger picture. She was right, of course, and had he been in his right mind he would have agreed in an instant.

“Please,” she said through her moans. “Fuck me on my back. I want you to cum all over me.”

The sound of her begging and the thought of her with her legs spread for him, covered in his cum, got his full attention. He flipped them over and kept his rhythm, throwing her legs over his shoulders and hitting even deeper now than before. He watched himself fill her over and over as she writhed beneath him and grabbed at whatever she could get her hands on. The tingling at the base of his spine formed again and his hips jerked erratically. “I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he let out through gritted teeth. He pulled out just in time and she quickly grabbed his shaft, pumping him fervently and letting his ropes of cum spread across her stomach and chest.

Max stayed hovered over her for a moment while he caught his breath, eventually flopping over next to her. As he recovered, she raised herself onto her elbows, surveying the mess they’d painted onto her body together, giggling in her pleasured, post-coital daze. “I’ll clean this up in a minute,” she muttered, collapsing back down with a smile and closing her eyes.

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Max slowly left the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping beauty next to him. She was gorgeous, and she’d been the best fuck he’d had in quite some time, but he had a job to do. Somewhere in the well-decorated penthouse was the money he’d come for. He had no trouble finding and pocketing the cash in her purse that she’d so carelessly left right by the elevator, but $1,500 wasn’t going to get him far—he needed the trust checks. Based on the state of the place, it was clear she had taken up permanent residence there. As stealthily as he could, he tore the place apart searching for the coveted checkbook, growing more and more irritated as he continued to find nothing.

Time passed quickly, and he found himself scavenging through her purse yet again. Knowing nothing was likely to magically appear, he decided to take a moment to study the contents of her wallet. He pulled out her ID card, finally putting a name to the face. He smiled to himself when he read her last name, recognizing it instantly and feeling pride in his ability to successfully spot old money types in a crowd. He was still silently patting himself on the back when the sound of a throat clearing behind him broke the early morning silence he’d been working in. Fuck.

“You’re robbing me,” she asked flatly, seemingly unsurprised. “Pathetic.”

Max chuckled darkly, dropping the charm he’d laid on mere hours ago. “You let a nameless stranger fuck you raw and spend the night in your pretty little penthouse suite. Yeah, I’m pathetic.”

“Oh, please.” She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest as he approached her, ID still clutched in his fingers.

“What’ll you tell daddy when your money’s all gone,” he taunted, brushing a featherlight knuckle across her cheekbone. He was taken aback as she broke into laughter instead of starting to break under his touch like he expected.

“’What’ll you tell daddy when your money’s all gone,’” she mimicked through her laughter. “Man, you are funny. See, for you take all my money, I’d have to have it first, you fucking idiot.”

Max’s eyes widened. Admittedly he hadn’t inquired about her age, trusting that she looked old enough to be an adult, and he hadn’t checked her date of birth on her ID for lack of interest. She stared him down, enjoying seeing the wheels furiously spinning in his head.

“Calm down, I’m not even close to a child,” she assured him. “Daddy is just a misogynist.” Max’s expression turned from alarm to confusion. “We’ll get to that in a second. First, your name.”

“Fuck off,” Max said.

She scoffed sarcastically. “Well, that’s not very nice. It’s only fair now that you know who I am, and you’re trying to take me for everything I’ve got.” She waited a moment, but Max stayed silent. “Ah, come on. You tell me your name, and I won’t have your kneecaps shot out by daddy’s friends.”

Max’s eyes darted toward the window as if he’d be able to see in the flesh the burly henchmen he was now imagining. He’d never been in this position before and he couldn’t confidently call her bluff—how else do these old money types keep their money and connections but through brute force? He resigned with a sigh. “Max.”

“Max,” she repeated. “I’d say nice to meet you, but—well, you get it. Anyway, Max, you can call me Doe.”

Max sneered. “Dough? Like money? The jokes really wri—”

“No,” she interjected. “Doe, D-O-E, like a deer. For my eyes.”

Max snorted derisively. “Okay, Doe.”

“Oh, shut up,” she snapped. “Anyway, misogyny. You know what that word means, right? Maybe a big one for someone of your… station.”

“My station? God, you fucking people. Yes, I know what misogyny means.”

Doe nodded, smiling up at him in jest. “Impressive. See, daddy does have me set up with a trust—you’re right about that. The problem is, daddy doesn’t think women can handle millions, let alone billions of dollars, no matter how old we are or how much education we have or how long we work our asses off to prove ourselves. So, daddy set my trust up with one stipulation: I get married, I get the money.” Max raised a brow as he took in her predicament. “Right? You see my problem, then.”

Max shook his head as if to clear it. “Wait, so you have a billion-fucking-dollar trust waiting for you—billion with a ‘b’—and you won’t just do what you have to do to get it?”

“No, I will not,” she exclaimed, disgusted at the notion of even considering it. “Not in his way, anyway.”

“The will,” Max said, seemingly connecting the dots. “You think he’s leaving it all to you? He won’t let you touch your own trust and you think he’s leaving his entire empire to you?”

Doe glowered at him. She had thought that a possibility at one time, of course, but had long since admitted to herself that he would never entrust her with the family fortune. She’d even hoped that he would at least leave her enough by her standards, but that wasn’t going to happen either. Deep down, Doe wasn’t much different from Max. She wanted her money, she wanted all the money, and the thought of losing the luxurious life she’d grown accustomed to all her life made her sick. She wasn’t cut out for a boring, regular life. And, thus, she found herself here.

“Fuck you,” she retorted. “No, not the will—I’m not a fool. I have a plan, and that’s where you come in.”

Max stared at her in silent confusion.

“Please don’t drool on my floor,” Doe teased, patting his slack jaw. “Here, let me spell it out for you. I went down to the bar last night to hunt, just like you. I’ve been scouting and, like I said, only finding old pervs. Do you have any idea what it’s like to be face to face with a 70-year-old man’s flaccid penis while you wait for the blue pill to kick in? Not worth the fucking money. I physically could not do it anymore. Anyway, I pivoted to the leeches—at least you’re hot, ya know?”

“Leeches?”

“Yes, leeches. You look for money, that’s all you want, and you’ll bleed it from any woman who has it and is charitable enough to look past the Brooks Brothers sale rack suit and take you home,” Doe continued. “Call me altruistic—I scoped you out, caught you in your most desperate moment when you were just about to throw in the towel, and reeled you right in. I’ll admit I wasn’t sure how it would turn out at first, but you’re a fantastic lay.”

“Truly pathetic,” Max muttered.

“Aw, Maxy, don’t be mad,” Doe tutted, running a hand through his sleek hair. “Really, you were so talented even just as a quickie. And then, even better than I expected, I woke up for a little morning round two only to find you trying to burgle me. I mean, truly, what a perfect set up.”

“You’re pitiful,” Max spat, trying to gain some control over the unforeseen situation he now found himself in. “And the saddest part is how easy it all could’ve been. Look at you. You’re beautiful, smart, you could cut practically any man down with that fucking mouth of yours, good in bed, and fucking loaded. You could pull any sucker out there and live happily ever after. Hell, just pick one, get married, get the money, then divorce him.”

“Just good in bed? Not even great?” Max blustered in annoyance at her quips. “Don’t get huffy with me. Anyway, you just laid out the whole plan.” She paused, waiting for it to click for him.

Max’s expression quickly shifted from annoyance to an amused smirk. “I’m the sucker, huh?”

“Now you’re getting it,” Doe smiled back.

“No,” Max said, dropping the smirk in in instant. “Absolutely fucking not.”

Doe laughed sweetly. “Oh, but you are. I wasn’t kidding about the kneecaps.”

Max stepped away from her, pointing an angry finger in her face. “You’re a fucking psychopath. I’m not fucking marrying you.”

Doe rolled her eyes at Max’s aggravation. “Chill out, you’ll get your cut.”

That got Max’s attention. “My cut?” He could feel his frustration diffusing from a boil to a simmer.

“Of course,” Doe said. “What, you didn’t think I’d leave you high and dry, did you? I’m not a monster, like you.” She teased, sidling her way back into his space, gently caressing his chest. “I told you last night, make me cum and you can have whatever you want. You kept up your end of the bargain and I plan to keep mine. We’ll just get married, get the money, split it, and we can go our separate ways. We’ll be set for life—do whatever we want. Billions with a ‘b,’ remember?”

Doe’s soft touch and devious mind coupled with the thought of money the likes of which Max couldn’t fully comprehend had his cock twitching in his briefs. It was extreme—far beyond anything he’d ever planned—but he couldn’t deny it was genius. He’d striven to not be tied to another person in his game again after working with Madeline for so long, ultimately becoming completely unable to trust her as a partner, but this allowed him a freedom to walk away that he’d never had before so long as Doe kept her word. And even if she didn’t, the marriage would grant him access to the funds whether she liked it or not. He had nothing to lose.

Doe placed a delicate kiss on his neck. “So? What do you say,” she asked, pulling him out of his contemplative trance. “60/40?”

Max smiled widely, cupping either side of Doe’s face and, just like the night before, led her backward into the dimly lit bedroom. “Billions with a fucking ‘b,’” he shouted excitedly and captured her mouth in a heated kiss. Doe would get her money and her morning round two.

[euphoniumpets]

THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM | CHAPTER FOUR

Prompt: ''As long as I can rememer, I've been protecting Alina, it's always Alina who I will protect,'' You told him, looking at Nikolai. ''But who will protect you?''

Warnings: Violence, blood and gore.

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. 

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x Starkov! Reader

A/N: the banter between y/n and Nikolai send me everytime, especially when she gets to know when Sturmhond is actually Nikolai Lantsov lmao. Also, decided to post this chapter since i posted chapter three not long ago :) please comment if i forgot anyone to tag!

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prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - epilogue

‘’Thanks to navigation from our Sun Summoner’s tracker friend here, we’ve traversed the Bone Road to the island of Jelka,’’ 

Sturmhond spoke as the crew and including you, Alina, and Mal surrounded the table that was filled with maps, books, and other objects. ‘’As for the Sea Whip, we have some storybook drawings, not telling what it looks like, rule of thumb for the unknown, is come prepared!’’ He replied and showed the weapons hidden behind the curtains that were placed against the walls. 

‘’Are all pirates this well-armed?’’ You questioned. ‘’Privateer,’’ He replied and you rolled your eyes. ‘’Can’t tell the difference,’’ You spoke as you and Mal looked at the weapons in front of you. ‘’The difference is that I have a license,’’ He remarked. 

‘’And a healthy love for innovation,’’ He told you and placed his hand on his hip. ‘’Gadgets, marvels, things that go boom,’’ He explained and you rolled your eyes as you and Alina exchanged a look. ‘’Anything piques your interest?’’ He asked and looked at you and Mal. 

‘’Yes,’’ Mal answered. 

‘’Me?’’ You asked surprised. ‘’Well, yes, who else?’’ He questioned. ‘’Well, take it, for our excursion,’’ Sturmhond replied and looked at Mal. Mal looked at you and you gestured for him to grab the weapon first. He grinned at you before he grabbed the weapon. 

‘’Fabulous choice, you have excellent taste in weaponry, Mal,’’ He said. ‘’The cable’s Fabrikator-made,’’ Sturmhond explained. ‘’Tensile strength of 80,000, yield, 50,’’ Sturmhond informed as you kept looking at the weapons in front of you. ‘’Impossible,’’

‘’When people say impossible, they usually mean improbable,’’ Sturmhond replied. ‘’Not to me, it’s incredible,’’ Mal spoke. Your eyes trailed over to a pair of twin blades in front of you. They were small, but it was a perfect size for you since you didn’t like having big weapons that made you clumsy. 

You smirked and grabbed the twin blades as you drew out the swords. ‘’I’ll take these,’’ You replied. ‘’Never thought that you were much of a blade person,’’ Sturmhond replied and you rolled your eyes. ‘’I designed it by myself,’’ Sturmhond replied and looked at you. ‘’In fact, my innovations are all around you,’’ 

‘’You just have to know where to look,’’ Sturmhond whispered and sent you a flirtatious wink before turning to the rest of his crew. You and Alina exchanged a look as you placed your swords behind your back. ‘’So, we will go in quietly, on Miss Starkov’s orders to injure for your death blow,’’ Sturmhond explained and gestured toward Alina. 

‘’I’m not killing it,’’ Alina replied. ‘’You have to kill it, to claim its power, that’s how amplifiers work,’’ Tamar informed her and Alina shook her head. ‘’It wasn’t with the Stag, I think I can do it without killing it,’’

‘’As lovely as that sounds, I’m not sending my crew in to tame a mythical beast with nest and good intentions,’’ Sturmhond spoke and you looked at him. ‘’This is the job you were hired for, privateer,’’ You replied and mocked him by his statement before turning to the others. ‘’We capture it, alive,’’ You ordered them. You heard one of the members of the crew approaching the room and speaking in Shu. 

‘’We’ve reached the island,’’ He told you. ‘’Here we go,’’ Sturmhond spoke as you all walked upstairs to the deck. ‘’Well, that’s not foreboding,’’ Sturmhond commented as you all looked at the island in front of you. 

‘’Could be anywhere in there,’’ Mal commented as thunder boomed over the island. 

-

You drew your sword out as all of you stepped inside the cave. Luckily, the water was not deep enough so you had to swim but below enough so you could walk. ‘’There are holes in the cave floor,’’ 

‘’So be careful where you step, otherwise, no,’’ The man replied. ‘’No, you can’t tell, or no, there’s nothing in there?’’ Mal asked him. ‘’Whichever makes you feel more comfortable,’’ Tolya remarked. 

‘’Comfort is overrated,’’ Tamar commented. The three of you exchanged a look and suddenly, you heard a strange noise. You winced as you armed your sword and listened closer. Nobody dared to move any further and before you knew it, one of the crew got snatched by the Sea Whip. 

‘’Drop the nets! Aim to kill!’’ One of them spoke. ‘’No, don’t!’’ You protested and you looked at your surroundings, hoping to see the Sea Whip. ‘’I couldn’t see us, it’s toying with us,’’ Sturmhond replied. ‘’Conserve your ammo, or we’ll be dry by the time we need it,’’ 

You exclaimed when one of the crews next to you got dragged by the Sea Whip into the water. ‘’It can camouflage,’’ Sturmhond replied. You looked around at the cave walls and you narrowed your eyes slightly, and before you knew it, you saw the Sea Whip. ‘’Alina!’’ You shouted when the Sea Whip began to charge forward her, you grabbed her by the side so that the Sea Whip wouldn’t attack her. 

The Sea Whip went into the water again. ‘’It sounds like it’s everywhere,’’ Sturmhond spoke as you all looked up. Suddenly, the Sea Whip appeared again and you charged your swords, but before you knew it, you let out a scream when the Sea Whip knocked your swords out and tossed you at the cave wall. 

‘’Y/N!’’ Alina, Mal, and Sturmhond shouted and the Sea Whip was about to charge you again, before Alina used her powers against it, killing it. Mal rushed over to you with a concerned expression. 

‘’Are you alright?’’ He asked. ‘’I’m fine,’’ You replied and breathed heavily before your eyes turned toward the Sea Whip in front of you. ‘’It’s dead,’’ Sturmhond replied and you met his gaze. You couldn’t tell but his eyes showed a look of concern, you nodded slightly to know that you were fine. 

The sky had just turned dark and everybody was back at the ship to mourn the people who you lost and to place the amplifiers on Alina. ‘’Alina, we’re ready,’’ Sturmhond said and you looked at Alina with a soft smile. ‘’We got this,’’ You assured her and she smiled. ‘’Ready?’’ You asked her and grabbed her hand in comfort. 

‘’Yeah,’’ Alina responded and walked over to the Heartrender who placed one of the amplifiers on Alina’s wrist. You saw Alina frown before her gaze trailed over to you and Mal. 

‘’Are you all right?’’ The woman asked her and you frowned with concern. ‘’I’m fine, second scale, please,’’ Alina told her and placed on the second scale. Then, a searing burst of light appeared and you knew that Alina was stronger. You smiled as her powers began to grow stronger and stronger and everybody had to shield their eyes. 

‘’Alina!’’ Mal shouted, trying to stop her before she sank the ship. ‘’Allie!’’ You shouted. ‘’Allie!’’ You shouted and tried to step closer. ‘’Alina!’’ You shouted again before you embraced her tightly to stop her from before she could destroy the ship. 

Alina let out a laugh and stopped and accepted the embrace. ‘’No matter how much I love you, you could seriously have drowned us,’’ You commented with a smile and she shook her head. Sturmhond approached the two of you with a grin on his face. 

‘’Well, then, where to now, Sun Summoner?’’ 

-

You walked toward Alina as you saw her with Mal talking. You were on your way toward the Fold and ready to take it down once and for all. ‘’How are you feeling?’’ You asked her and she turned around to face you with a smile. ‘’Ready to take down the Fold?’’ You questioned, watching her glance at the amplifier on her wrist. 

‘’I feel ready to take on the world,’’ She answered, making you smile. ‘’No need to take on the world,’’ Mal replied with a smile and you chuckled. ‘’He’s right, just everyone currently after us is enough,’’ You told her with a shrug. ‘’So, the world,’’ Alina commented and gave you two a look. 

‘’We’ll keep us off the beaten path but we’ll be on our own again,’’ Mal replied with his hands into his pockets. ‘’Who says you’ll be on your own?’’ You heard Sturmhond comment from behind and the three of you turned around. ‘’I want a front-row seat to the light show, thanks,’’ He commented and you scoffed. 

‘’Plus, the king is on the other side of the Fold ergo so is my payment,’’ Sturmhond replied and you rolled your eyes. ‘’We could use your arsenal,’’ You suggested and looked at Mal, who nodded at you in agreement. ‘’Maybe some kind of fortified carriage?’’ Alina questioned. 

‘’Carriage? Land travel is so boring,’’ Sturmhond replied. ‘’And that’ll take days,’’ He continued as he walked away from the three of you. ‘’Come along,’’ He urged you and you sighed. ‘’Prepare to decouple!’’ He shouted as everyone was back at the dock and the three of you exchanged a look. ‘’What is going on?’’ You asked them as Mal and Alina looked confused as you were. ‘’Kovu,’’ He spoke before he pulled the lever down as the squaller prepared for the wind. You widened your eyes when you realized that the ship was going to fly in the sky. ‘’Engage secondary sail,’’ Sturmhond demanded and you tried to steady yourself on the ship. Then, the next thing you knew, a part of the ship was flying in the sky and you laughed with a smile. 

‘’You’ve got to be kidding me,’’ You replied and looked at the view in front of you. You smiled when you felt the wind blow on your face and you turned around to see Alina sitting on the bench with slight fear in her eyes. ‘’Alina, you got to see this!’’ You exclaimed next to Mal as you stood over the edge and looked over the sea. 

‘’No, I really don’t,’’ She answered as you and Mal looked at each other with a grin. ‘’No, trust me, you do,’’ Mal replied and turned around. Alina shook her head in protest while Mal approached her with a chuckle. You giggled when you saw Alina shielding her eyes as Mal dragged her over to the edge. ‘’Told ya,’’ You replied and playfully nudged her elbow. Alina laughed and shook her head and placed her arm around yours. 

‘’How is this even possible?’’ You questioned. ‘’Did you expect any less?’’ Sturmhond spoke and approached the four of you. ‘’It’s like you haven’t met me,’’ He replied. ‘’Years and years of designs and several dozen crashed prototypes,’’ 

‘’Crashed?’’ Alina questioned. ‘’I call her the hummingbird,’’ Sturmhond informed, ignoring Alina's question. ‘’Captain, the Fold’s in sight!’’ Tamar replied as Sturmhond looked at you with a smirk. 

‘’Next stop, destiny,’’ 

-

As the ship approached the Fold closer, all the memories brought you back to the moment Alina discovered her powers and how the story began. You took a deep breath and the next thing you knew, you were in the Fold. You shivered, remembering how it went the first time when Alina tried to save you and Mal before she discovered her powers and now, it was time to finish her job of taking down the Fold.

‘’I hate this place,’’ Mal murmured and you nodded. ‘’Me too,’’ You commented as Sturmhond glanced at the two of you. ‘’Just a bit of pitch black and bloodthirsty monsters,’’ He replied while Mal, you, and Alina gave him a look. ‘’What’s not to love?’’ He questioned as Tamar handed him a rifle. 

‘’Seems like a good day to kill some Volcra,’’ Tamar commented and handed you the gun. ‘’I’d much rather have a hot bath and a book of sonnets,’’ Tolya replied and you shook your head with a smile. ‘’Are you sure you’re ready?’’ Mal asked Alina, uncertain. ‘’I feel stronger than ever,’’ Alina replied and nodded. 

‘’This is my chance to finally eradicate it,’’ 

‘’For good,’’ Alina said and stepped on the edge of the ship. Alina closed her eyes before you saw the power radiate out from her. She reached her arms out as the light surrounded all of you. An explosion of light appeared and you hoped that the Fold would go down as you saw the rift forming in front of you. Alina gasped and you noticed that something was wrong. The powers flickered and you narrowed your eyes at her with concern. ‘’Alina?’’ You questioned as you and Mal exchanged concerned looks. ‘’What’s happening?’’ Sturmhond asked. 

‘’Alina!’’ You and Mal shouted in unison and you saw her collapse on the floor. ‘’Alina!’’ You shouted as you and Mal rushed over to her. ‘’Kovu, get us out!’’ Sturmhond yelled as the Fold grew darker. ‘’Alina, wake up,’’ You stressed out when you heard the Volcras growl. 

‘’You’re alright,’’ You assured her as you heard the others fighting against the Volcras. Alina looked at you with a confused expression as you helped her up from the floor. You heard a Volcra growl and you turned around to see the Volcra approaching you. Alina stood up and used her powers to kill it. 

‘’Kovu, begin to descent,’’ Sturmhond demanded as the ship was out of the Fold. ‘’Brace yourselves for landing,’’ He exclaimed and you widened your eyes. You and Alina gripped tightly at the edge of the ship as Mal tried to protect the both of you before the ship landed on the ground. 

‘’Is everyone okay?’’ You heard him ask as the rest of the crew stood up. 

‘’The Fold’s too strong,’’ Alina replied and looked at you with concern. ‘’I thought with two amplifiers, but…’’ She trailed off her sentence. ‘’It wasn’t enough,’’ She added with disappointment. Suddenly, you heard a whistle blow and you saw the Ravkan Army approach. ‘’Well, looks like we’re about to enjoy a traditional Ravkan welcome,’’ Tolya commented. 

You frowned as Mal helped you step over the ship and onto the ground. ‘’You’ve crossed illegally onto Ravkan soil, identify yourselves,’’ The three of you shared a concerned look. ‘’I’ll handle this,’’ Sturmhond replied and you looked at him in confusion. 

‘’What are you doing?’’ You whispered to him as Alina tried to shield herself. ‘’Identify yourselves or get shot,’’ 

‘’Have I really changed much, Raevsky?’’ Sturmhond asked and approached him. You looked at Sturmhond and frowned. It appears that Sturmhond knew the man in front of you. 

‘’I know it’s been several years, but people swear I remain boyishly handsome,’’ Sturmhond replied before turning to you with a smirk before turning to him. You wrinkled your face in confusion as he kept taking the outer clothes off. ‘’It can’t be,’’ He replied and your face changed. 

‘’You’ve got to be kidding me,’’ You replied when you realized that Sturmhond was Nikolai Lantsov. You watched as he took off his coat and handed it over to Tolya before approaching me. ‘’Yes, it is,’’ Nikolai replied with  grin. You couldn’t believe your eyes when you realized that Sturmhond was prince Nikolai all along. You scoffed and clenched your fist when you realized that he lied about his identity from the moment you stepped on his ship. 

That's why you couldn't shake your feelings that something was off about Sturmhond from the moment you met him. During the night talk at the ship, and how he talked about his family.

And not the mention, the endless flirting with you made your blood boil. ‘’Moi tsarevich,’’ 

‘’My prince,’’ He spoke and bent his knee. You, Mal, and Alina exchanged a disbelieving look. ‘’We’d all but given up hope,’’ He spoke as Nikolai chuckled before he shook his hand to the man and helped him up. ‘’I present, Nikolai Lantsov major of the 22nd Regiment, soldier of the King’s army, Grand Duke of Udova, and second Son to his most royal majesty, king Pytor the third, Ruler of the Double Eagle Throne,’’

‘’You’ve got to be joking,’’ Mal commented. ‘’Saints,’’ Alina replied and you shook your head. ‘’And in your words, as I recall the greenest and most useless grunt you ever had the misfortune of commanding,’’ Nikolai commented. 

‘’At your service, I wanted to return sooner, but not without them,’’ He responded and gestured to you, Mal, and Alina. ‘’May I represent my esteemed traveling companion, former cartographer and sometimes Saint, Alina Starkov,’’ Nikolai introduced. ‘’And her sister in the second command and a great fighter, Y/N Starkov,’’ 

‘’Sol Koroleva, we heard you were dead,’’

You didn’t think much since you felt that you were going towards him with your fist clenched as you glared at him. ‘’You lying bastard!’’ You shouted and punched Nikolai in the face.

-

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[dr-trafalgar-law]

Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader

4

Your first night with Azul was not what you expected. It had been a long time since you had a puppy in the house. So long you forgot how much sleep gets lost. On top of being a pup she was still recovering from surgery and coming down off the pain medication before her next dose was due was difficult. The nights that followed seemed easier but perhaps you were just lost in your delirium. 

You stood at the coffee maker in the break room. 

"Are you trying to use your mind-yoi?" 

"Hmm?" you looked up at your boss as he glanced between you and the machine. 

"Oh, F/N… are you ok?"

Before you could answer he'd already switched into doctor mode, placing his hand on your forehead and looking over your clammy, paler than usual face. You thought you'd successfully covered the deep circles under your eyes - but apparently not. 

"Wha-?" you muttered, slowly registering what was happening, "I'm fine, I'm fine. It's just Azul…" a huge yawn interrupted you, making Marco chuckle.

"Ah, side effects of a puppy in recovery-yoi. Should I have Shachi help Chopper up front today so you can go home and rest?"

"No, it's ok. I'm fine really." you insisted. 

"She's sick?" Dr. Trafalgar questioned flatly, entering the room. 

"Just a little exhaustion-yoi."

"She should go home then," the other doctor murmured glancing over you and turning back to Marco. 

"I'm right here, ya know." you pouted, "I can't go home anyway - the reason I'm so tired lives with me now." 

"Just board her then-yoi. She's familiar with the staff." the blonde suggested. 

"I don't want her to think I've abandoned her." 

The slightest hint of amusement crossed the tattooed doctor's lips. 

"And we need to get used to each other." you added finally pressing the start button on the coffee machine. 

"Take a nap in overnight's office at least. I can't have my receptionist toppling over at the front desk." Dr. Newgate ordered. 

"Ok, ok. The phones quiet down between two and three. I'll have Chopper fly solo for an hour." 

Marco nodded moving to make his own cup of coffee while Law grabbed a can of tea from the fridge and exited quietly. Abandoning your coffee in the fridge for later, you made your way upfront to give Chopper the rundown. 

The overnight office was small and cold, perfect for an afternoon nap. There was a bunk bed against the back wall with a nightstand, an alarm clock and a touch lamp. The left side of the room was lined with shelves and storage bins, while the right was plastered with VetMed memes. 

You shut the door and pulled fresh blankets off the shelf before kicking off your shoes and getting comfortable on the bottom bunk. It really didn't take long to fall asleep once you got cuddled up. 

The sound of cardboard shuffling and crashing to the floor startled you. 

"Shit." The curse was so soft you thought you might've dreamt it. 

Yawning, you sat up as Trafalgar turned to pick up the box with a frustrated sigh. 

"Can I help ya with something doc?"

"That's - I didn't come in here to wake you up."

You pushed the blanket aside and stretched,"But you look like you need help." 

He reached into his scrub pocket retrieving a battery as you tapped the bedside lamp to brighten the room. 

"Where can I get this?" he redirected his gaze while you fixed your hair and slipped into your shoes. 

"What size?" you asked, stepping toward him. 

"Size?" he looked back at you confused before processing what'd you'd asked.

"Yeah," you chuckled, taking it from him, "your hands are huge, I couldn't tell if it was a double or triple A."

There was an awkward moment of silence while his ears began to burn. It was just a moment of confusion. He obviously knew batteries came in different sizes. But now he felt so stupid for pausing and you just chuckled it off like you always did. 

"We keep them in IMed*. I can show you." you offered with a small smile. 

"I have an appointment to get to." he murmured gruffly before excusing himself. 

You stood there alone with the battery in your hand not even knowing how many or for what device he needed. 

"What are you doing back here-yoi?" your boss asked as you stepped into his treatment area, "It has barely been 45 minutes."

Opening the drawer under the desk next to him you rummaged around for the box of double A batteries, "Doctor T couldn't find these." 

"So he woke you up?" The amount of outrage in his usually calm voice was almost flattering. 

"He really didn't mean to. He thought we kept them in the back office and dropped a box. Poor guy was so embarrassed he just walked out." you laughed, easing Marco's frustration. 

After collecting what you needed you made your way to Law's office. The mouse on his desk was turned upside down with the battery removed. You replaced it and set the extra you'd brought with you next to his keyboard.

"Here's a spare!" You wrote on a small post-it. 

On your way back to the lobby you stopped at the break room to retrieve your now cold coffee from the fridge. 

Chopper wasn't alone long but he had managed very well on his own. You were still tired but had enough of a nap to be able to focus on work. Luckily the afternoon picked up and you didn't have the down time to think about sleep. 

As you were preparing to close for the day and get Azul ready to go, your extension rang. 

"What's up?" you answered assuming it was one of the technicians. 

"Thank you, F/N-ya." Law's voice was soft and low. 

"Oh - uh right… the battery." you stammered feeling a little rush in your chest. 

"Yes, and I put some CBD chews in the bag hanging on Azul's kennel. That should help her wind down at night."

"Thanks doc, ya didn't have to do all that." you smiled resting the receiver against your shoulder while you powered the computer down. 

"No worries. Enjoy your evening." 

"Yeah, you too." you replied brightly. 

The last few interactions you'd had with Law were almost painfully awkward. Well, more so than usual. He was already not a very social human and reserved most of his politeness and niceties for the clients. Though on more than a few occasions someone complained that he was too cold and straight forward. All of that was fine with you until recently - you didn't have to speak with him often. Now one of his patients belonged to you. 

Perhaps you'd end up bonding with him after all. 

*Internal Medicine 

[starlost-andfound]

americano / seo changbin

seo changbin x gn!reader

summary: a very necessary blurb about barista!changbin.

warnings: fluff, barista changbin because that needs a warning on its own

word count: 947

a/n: my unfinished assignments cried watching me write this

gif creds to: @xxnothingbutstrangerxx​

The truth is y/n hated coffee. 

They hated the bitter taste, the smell, they hated everything about it- and yet, every morning they found themself standing in line at their local coffee shop. They craned their neck slightly, mentally keeping track of how many more customers stood in front of them. With just one customer left, y/n quickly patted down their hair and adjusted their shirt.

“Next customer please.”

(*cue Careless Whisper instrumental in the background*)

Seo Changbin, printed on his nametag, pinned delicately to his shirt pocket on his chest. His cheeky smile, and soft curls of hair- his mesmerising eyes that lured you in like the tide on the shore. Changbin. Changbin. Changbi-

“What can I get for you?”

Y/n cleared their throat, looking up at the menu on the display board. “I- um- I-”

Changbin chuckled and leaned against the counter.  “It’s okay, take your time.”

Y/n glanced back down at Changbin and gulped, their cheeks painted in a red glow. They looked back up at the menu.

The truth is y/n hated coffee but everytime they tried to order something different, they found themselves lost, distracted by Changbin’s gaze, heart pounding in their chest every time they made a slither of eye contact with him-

“Um- I- I-anything is fine.”

Changbin smiled, “How about your usual? An Americano?”

Y/n’s heart pounded so loudly they could feel it in their ears. Their throat dried up and if it was humanly possible, they blushed harder. “I-uh-yeah, that’s perfect.”

Americano was Changbin’s favourite. The first time y/n ever ordered at the café- or attempted to, at least - Changbin had offered his favourite type of coffee, an Americano. Y/n loathed the taste of it but everyday they picked up their Americano at the call of their name and sat down in the corner of the café, quietly sipping on the medium sized mug of bitter liquid, masking their disgust behind a smile and a wave every time Changbin glanced their way.

Saturday mornings were a little quieter in the small café and y/n loved the tranquil atmosphere - and being able to interact with Changbin more. When the queues disappeared he would often pass by to talk to them, offering them a pastry or a refill to their Americano. They always politely denied the latter and sometimes accepted a pastry. 

“Y/n”

Y/n nearly choked on their half finished Americano.

“Changbin,” they smiled, glancing up as he approached their table. Changbin lifted a spare chair from an empty table and placed it down across from y/n. He spun it around, to face him and sat down. He rolled up his sleeves and upon noticing, y/n dropped their head back down to their coffee, hiding their blush. They lifted up their mug, taking a small sip, suppressing a grimace at the aftertaste.

“If you don’t like coffee, why do you always order it?”

“Huh?” Y/n’s eyes widened and they placed their mug down. “What do you mean?”

Changbin threw his head back and laughed. “Y/n, I have worked in this coffee shop for five years, and in all my years of working I have never seen someone take two hours to finish a cup of coffee.”

Y/n gulped, “I mean - I-”

Changbin giggled, “You’re cute when you get flustered like that. It’s okay, take your time.”

Y/n inhaled and exhaled slowly. They covered their cheeks hiding their blush. “This is embarrassing.”

“It’s cute.”

“Embarrassing.”

“Cute.”

Y/n took a deep breath, covering their face. “I just feel very nervous around you because you’re really cute and so handsome, and that’s why I always come here, and that’s why I always just go with the Americano because I can never get myself to focus and think properly around you.”

Suddenly, unexpected to Changbin, it was his turn to get flustered. 

“Wow, I -um-” he cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck. The tips of Changbin’s ears turned a deep red. “uh-”.

The bell at the café door rang as a customer walked in and Changbin abruptly stood up. He turned his chair back around, pushing it into place. Seeming to gain a bit of confidence he decided to test the waters and pressed his hands onto the table, leaning his weight against them. “How about this time, you tell me what you actually want to order, and I’ll make it myself, just for you?”

Y/n could feel their heart pounding, aching to jump out of their chest. “I would like that very much, thank you.”

Changbin picked up y/n’s half empty mug of coffee, “So, what can I get you today, sweetheart?”

Y/n hummed, glancing at the menu display above the counter. “I’ll have a hot chocolate, please.”

“One hot chocolate, coming right up,” Changbin winked.

Y/n watched with a shameless grin and blush on their face as Changbin greeted the new customer, punching in their order and directing it to his coworker. Then he moved away from the cash counter and began making their hot chocolate. 

After a few moments he walked over to y/n’s table, hot chocolate in hand. The hot chocolate was covered with a generous amount of marshmallows and whipped cream, with a drizzle of chocolate sauce. They smiled, “Thank you, Changbin. This looks delicious.”

Changbin grinned with a slight pink tint on his cheeks. He slid a napkin across the table to y/n, with his number scribbled on in black pen. “Maybe sometime I could take you out for dinner? Or some drinks? I promise there will be no coffee included.”

[austinpetrini]

Chapter One Clara

Tucking a strand of hair behind my ears, I fastened small silver hoop earrings in and spritzed myself with perfume. While I waited for my date, I took a moment to admire myself in the mirror. It’s not like I’d had many options lately to look or feel this good. The knock at my door pulled me out of my admiration. James, of course.

Shutting the bathroom door behind me, I walked to the front door, smoothing out my dark red dress one last time and smiled before opening it. “Hi. James, right?”

“Yeah, nice to meet you, Clara.” He smiled back pleasantly enough, wth just  a glimmer of his canines showing, sending a shiver down my spine.

“I’ll grab my purse and we can go.” Rushing to my bedroom I smoothed my dress before grabbing my small black purse I used for date nights. Leaving my room, I looked at him and grinned. “Okay, I’m ready if you are.”

“Sounds good, let’s go.” We both hopped into his car as he pulled out of the driveway and started driving to Lore, the nightclub James swore would be perfect for a first date ten minutes after we matched. He blasted music I didn’t recognize on the way there, but at least he drove safe.

Even before walking into Lore, the thumping bass and the monster sized bouncer in front of the entrance gave me goosebumps, but James seemed like the partying type, especially with how pale he was and I was always much more easygoing. My friends convinced me it would be good to try something out of my comfort zone because I may be surprised by what I like. They were wrong. Despite the uneasy feeling, I smiled through it, sending a small prayer to any god with a listening ear.

Either way, it was too late to back out now. Once James pocketed his keys, we walked inside. The club was dark and filled with strange looking people, many of them dressed as if it was a goth club. Doing my best to avert my gaze respectfully, I focused on finding a quiet secluded place to sit, though secluded would be an absurd way to explain Lore. The entire place was packed like a can of sardines, but this spot was a little less intense. James sauntered up to the bar and ordered drinks, though he didn’t ask what I’d like. Walking back, he set one drink down on my side. “I ordered you a fuzzy navel, I hope that’s okay.”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” I called out, feeling a light smile grow on my face over the beat of the music as I slowly sipped at my drink, shocked he knew my taste. Still, it sucked being dragged out here when we could’ve gone to the movies or something else nice and quiet. We spent a few minutes trying to talk over the music, though it was more like yelling. Luckily, he could tell this wasn’t my normal date. Some time passed before I was drunk enough for James to talk me into dancing with him.

Finishing my drink, we rushed out to the dance floor and I slowly went from a more conservative dance to grinding on him, though it didn’t take as long as it usually would with my body finally loosened up from the drinks. He ordered me another drink, something I should’ve questioned and would’ve if I was in my right mind. It was called an Irish Trash Can and I downed it, barely able to taste at all, or even wonder why it was called a trash can.

My body and mind felt so delayed, it hurt to think. “James… help.” I couldn’t say anything else, it felt like so much effort just to say that, let alone think but he pulled me in closer and tighter to him and after that everything went black.

A/N: This is the first chapter to a sapphic vampire book I've been writing and plan to self publish in the future. I'll post more chapters/extra information about the characters and world in the future, but for now my intentions are 1. to see if there is an audience for this book and 2. to take my first steps towards being able to support myself as a writer, as my physical and mental health limit me in other career fields.

[ahsokathegray]

I Bleed the Same || Twelve

Pairing: Rexsoka

Summary: Ahsoka and Rex try and make sense of who and what they are after Order 66 occurs. Figuring out what to do with themselves, they remain together for a period of time before parting in their own directions.

Warnings: slow burn, mentions of Order 66, ptsd, injury, death, and future nsfw situations

Word Count: 2,756

A/N: a shorter chapter than what I've been producing, but also the last slow one! things will be picking up and moving fast from here on out. also, rexsoka week 2022 starts this sunday 12/4 so keep an eye out for my one shots! (they're to blame for this week's short chapter lol). final note... would anyone like a playlist dedicated to this series??

read on ao3! / series masterlist

The things that went through his mind during her absence horrified him. Every worst case scenario he could imagine was running rampant in his head. His brothers, Maul, the citizens — anyone killing her and him having to leave without her. Rex struggled to keep his train of thought from derailing. 

He dug the plastoid he’d found on Jabiim out of his pocket and began mending the blaster shot in his pauldron. That shiny had hit him with pure luck. It was honestly an impressive shot. He’d be congratulating the rookie if he hadn’t been aiming to kill. It was about as perfect as he could get it, the color was close too. It was no 501st blue, but it would do the job. Once they had more proper materials, he’d focus on getting it more exact.

Rex's internal conflict had returned at full momentum. 

His nervous ticks began to set in. It started with the bouncing of his right leg, then rubbing the back of his neck. Rex then clasped his hands together to try and keep them still, only to rapidly tap his thumbs against one another. It wasn’t long after that he stood from his spot by the water and started pacing. 

R7 beeped at him. 

“I know how long it’s been… I’m just worried about her. I can’t be patient. You should power down R7, we don’t want to draw any attention.”

The droid gave a solemn beep and Rex felt bad for hushing him.

Waiting wouldn’t be so bad if he’d had something else to distract himself with; something to keep his hands busy. His usual solution to this problem would be to clean his blasters — take every small piece apart and scrub them all individually until he could see himself in them. This was neither the time or the place for that. It was, however, something he did need to do eventually. 

He wished for a distraction. Distractions had become a way for him to escape his worries. He’d nearly worried himself to death over Ahsoka when she left the Jedi Order. At this point, he’d spent most of his life worried over her. He figured he’d be doing just that for the remainder of it, too.

Focusing on negative outcomes didn’t benefit him in any way. What were the positives? He thought of the last good news he received. 

The day Skywalker told him she was coming back was the best news he’d received since finding Echo alive on Skako Minor. Good news had become scarce.

The General had trusted him with the box that housed her lightsabers. Besides her silka beads, they were the only other indication that she’d been real. Rex had longed to see them again after Anakin told him she’d left them with him. All he ever got were glimpses of her Padawan beads in her Master’s chest pocket. 

After the box had been handed over to him, Anakin rushed off to retrieve their Commander.  

While the boys nervously chatted and admired their paint jobs, Rex turned his back to them and started to lift the lid of the box. He hesitated at first… heart racing at something so small. A deep breath helped him regain some clarity and he opened it. Ahsoka’s lightsabers. Just as she left them. Just as he remembered. 

When he’d laid his eyes on her again after all that time, it took everything in him not to run up to her, pick her up, and lock her in the tightest embrace he could manage. His heart swelled three times its size at the sight of her. She’d grown and grown even more beautiful than before, if such a thing was possible. He noticed that her lekku were longer as well, more shapely, the chevrons in her pattern were starting to become complex.

Her anticipated reaction to the helmets had made him anxious. It was a rush job in truth, but she seemed to enjoy them nonetheless. He wished he’d come up with the idea himself, but it was actually Jesse who asked if they could paint their helmets in her honor. Jesse wanted to join in, but he and Rex agreed to keep their buckets as is. 

The irony stung.

Right when he thought all the excitement had died, she’d ignited her twin sabers. 501st blue. His blue. 

They were gone now, for good. Left behind on that moon, with the rest of the men and remnants of their now previous life. She’d parted with them for the final time. 

Rex left a defeated sigh loose and went to grab the datapad from the ship. He sat back down by the river, outstretching one leg. He needed to stop moving so much. If the situation were switched and it was Ahsoka who was waiting, she would have begun to meditate. It was either that or tinker with the ship and R7, but he thought he knew her well enough to know what she’d choose.

Although, she hasn’t meditated since everything went down. 

He gazed across the water. It was still and looked like glass. Small insects skated around the surface, creating the tiniest of ripples. Rex took a few breaths, trying to recall how she explained meditation to him.

“You just take deep, even breaths. Focus on that. Once you get it down, listen. Listen to everything around you. Don’t hone in on only one thing. You’ll notice everything humming and buzzing with life. Go past that. There is where you’ll find a center. When you’re still, and calm, and everything goes quiet then you’ve reached the destination. You can stay there as long as you like.”

She was much younger when she’d offered him that explanation. It was a lot of words with not much actual direction. His first attempt at meditation would not be tonight. Focusing on anything but not losing her was an impossible task. All he wanted was to see her climb back down the towering cliffs that she had effortlessly scaled earlier. 

When she returned to fight Mandalore’s battle for them, he didn’t think for a second that he’d be back in this position. Yet, here he was again, yearning for her safe return to him. 

He settled on scrounging the public online databanks for news on… Well, just about anything. 

The battle droids were being decommissioned effective immediately following the Declaration of New Order. Hah! So long clankers. Maybe not all good news was gone.

Decommissioning of the clone army was currently being determined by Admiral Tarkin. Rex knew the man left a bad taste in his mouth when they’d rescued him from the Citadel. The report stated that the Admiral was making regular trips to Kamino to oversee operations. Yeah, Rex had a feeling that Kamino would be under heavy surveillance. 

It was looking like something called chain codes were being enforced as well. Now everyone would have an assigned number, not just the clones. Rex couldn’t stop finding the irony in each of these situations. 

He then found the article on the Declaration of New Order he saw mentioned further up in the feed. Footage from the Senate was attached. He put the datapad on low volume and played the holo of Chancellor Palpatine’s speech. 

“Citizens of the civilized galaxy, on this day we mark a transition. For a thousand years, the Republic stood as the crowning achievement of civilized beings. But there were those who would set us against one another, and we took arms to defend our way of life against the Separatists. In doing so, we never suspected that the greatest threat came from within.

The Jedi, and some within our own Senate, had conspired to create the shadow of Separatism using one of their own as the enemy's leader. They had hoped to grind the Republic into ruin. But the hatred in their hearts could not be hidden forever. At last, there came a day when our enemies showed their true natures.

The Jedi hoped to unleash their destructive power against the Republic by assassinating the head of government and usurping control of the clone army. But the aims of the would-be tyrants were valiantly opposed by those without elitist, dangerous powers. Our loyal clone troopers contained the insurrection within the Jedi Temple and quelled uprisings on a thousand worlds.

The remaining Jedi will be hunted down and defeated. Any collaborators will suffer the same fate. These have been trying times, but we have passed the test.

The attempt on my life has left me scarred and deformed, but I assure you my resolve has never been stronger. The war is over. The Separatists have been defeated, and the Jedi rebellion has been foiled. We stand on the threshold of a new beginning.

In order to ensure the security and continuing stability, the Republic will be reorganized into the first Galactic Empire, for a safe and secure society, which I assure you will last for 10,000 years. An Empire that will continue to be ruled by this august body and a sovereign ruler chosen for life. An Empire ruled by the majority, ruled by a new constitution.

By bringing the entire galaxy under one law, one language, and the enlightened guidance of one individual, the corruption that plagued the Republic in its later years will never take root. Regional governors will eliminate the bureaucracy that allowed the Separatist movement to grow unchecked. A strong and growing military will ensure the rule of law.

Under the Empire's New Order, our most cherished beliefs will be safeguarded. We will defend our ideals by force of arms. We will give no ground to our enemies and we will stand together against attacks from with or within. Let the enemies of the Empire take heed: Those who challenge Imperial resolve will be crushed.

We have taken on a task that will be difficult, but the people of the Empire are ready for the challenge. Because of our efforts, the galaxy has traded war for peace and anarchy for stability. Billions of beings now look forward to a secure future. The Empire will grow as more planets feel the call, from the Rim to the wilds of unknown space.

Imperial citizens must do their part. Join our grand star fleet. Become the eyes of the Empire by reporting suspected insurrectionists. Travel to the corners of the galaxy to spread the principles of the New Order to barbarians. Build monuments and technical wonders that will speak of our glory for generations to come.

The clone troopers, and proudly wearing the name of Imperial stormtroopers, have tackled the dangerous work of fighting our enemies on the front lines. Many have died in their devotion to the Empire. Imperial citizens would do well to remember their example.

The New Order of peace has triumphed over the shadowy secrecy of shameful magicians. The direction of our course is clear. I will lead the Empire to glories beyond imagination.

We have been tested, but we have emerged stronger. We moved forward as one people — the Imperial citizens of the first Galactic Empire. We will prevail. Ten thousand years of peace begins today.”

Rex’s entire body burned. Every single word the man spoke was a lie. The Jedi would never start an uprising. They were not the enemy. 

He couldn’t speak for Krell, or Barriss, or any other Jedi turned Sith. To Rex, the Jedi were the epitome of peace. Sure, they had their faults, even Ahsoka saw the clarity of that. But they weren’t evil.

They’d but hunted down and defeated, along with their collaborators. Rex already knew he and Ahsoka were walking targets, this only confirmed it. She wasn’t even a Jedi, but his list was steadily growing. 

He was a deserter, an enemy of the Empire for refusing a direct order, and a Jedi conspirator. 

His brothers… The stormtroopers had all taken part in executing Order 66. They had all rendered the Jedi extinct. Rex felt sick. 

This so-called New Order was not about peace. It was about control, complete control. This Empire, this Imperial rule would not go unchecked. Rex vowed to uncover the truth and get to the bottom of what had happened to them, to the galaxy as a whole. If anything, he would do it for her. Someone like Ahsoka deserved so much more. She deserved better cards than the ones she had been dealt. 

~~~

As promised, Ahsoka did return. He stood at attention. She said nothing. Rex’s shoulders dropped as she walked into his arms. He wrapped himself around her small form, holding her close and tight, convincing himself he could shield her from the galaxy if he wanted it badly enough. 

“He’s gone,” she choked out, hand gripping the armor on his bicep. 

He further enveloped her, “Was he with her?”

Ahsoka inhaled a shaky breath and pulled away, “No… Bail told me. He didn’t say how.” She held out her hand, revealing an oversized comlink. 

Rex took it from her outstretched palm, knowing there was no tracking element but checking the device anyway. 

“He said that it’s easy to get lost with everything that’s happened, that we have a duty… an obligation to uphold when we’re able. I tried to refuse it… He insisted I contact him if I needed anything at all,” she recounted slowly. 

Rex processed the information. They had at least one ally. One was better than none. He hoped that other Senators shared Bail Organa’s same philosophy. After what he heard on the holonet, surely there were others who knew how wrong this all was.

“We should get going,” she suggested and slipped away from him. Rex placed a hand to the middle of her back and guided her to the open hatch of their ship. 

He saw to it that she got in comfortably before following suit. The engines powered up, and he lifted them off of the ground and into Naboo’s indigo washed night sky. It’s a shame. For how beautiful the planet was, it now only looked haunting to him. The last time he’d been here, both he and Ahsoka had almost died. 

There was that irony again. Somehow the cold, emptiness of space was more welcoming than the planet itself. Rex moved to look at the forlorn Togruta behind him. She had a hand pressed to her cheek and was leaned up against the glass.

“We can’t go back to Jabiim… At least for the time being,” Rex stated. 

“No,” she agreed, “We cannot.”

Based upon the holo, he knew he needed to figure out everywhere that was no longer safe. Coruscant would be one planet and Kamino would be another. More would follow and soon.

Suddenly, Rex remembered one brother in particular, a brother that the Empire wouldn’t know about. The deserter. His mouth fell agape. She gave him a look, wondering what loop he’d just found for them to jump through. 

“The deserter, Cut Lawquane. Early in the war, we were sent to Saleucami. I was injured… He helped me. I have to warn him about the chips.”

Ahsoka didn’t have any idea what he was talking about, but nodded with fresh determination, “Let’s go find him, then.”

Rex returned her nod and began punching in Saleucami’s coordinates. Hope beat in his chest. He might still have a brother who didn’t want to kill him. Whether that was true or not, they’d find out soon enough. 

The ship hurtled into the route and they began back the way they came. Rex's mind was so scrambled when they’d been on Jabiim that he didn’t think about how Saleucami was so close. They’d been right there the entire time. Choosing to hide out on Jabiim had been the best choice they could’ve made.

“Look, Ahsoka… This may be difficult for you to hear right now,” Rex started, the blue of hyperspeed dancing across his facial features. 

She pressed her lips into a firm line, preparing for yet another blow. 

“You’re gonna want to watch the holo on that datapad.”

He motioned his head down to where he’d placed it back into her pack. The footage was still pulled up. Rex asked R7 to take over for them. 

Her features fell with every word the self-proclaimed Emperor uttered. 

Rex wished that their seats were not compartmentalized, he felt helpless with only a small piece of ship between them. There was nothing he could do except listen as she cried and watch as her tears fell onto the screen in front of her.

[jhnyluvr24]

just for the night

in hopes of having a good time, toji takes home the perfect whore to fuck her brains out. but how will he react when he finds out she’s a virgin?

a/n: this was my first requested fic! i hope you like it 🥺 once more, feedback is always welcome

word count: 2.5k

warnings: "teaching" corruption, age gap (y/n is in her early 20s, while toji is mid 30s), virginity loss, size kink, fingering, rough sex, manhandling, unprotected sex, MINORS DNI

it was friday night and the club was even more packed than usual. bright lights flickered off the walls, the bass blared through the speakers and people all around were dancing.

toji leaned against the bar nursing a can of beer. he tuned out the background noise, focused more on eyeing every woman that sauntered past him. on nights like this, he went to the club to wind down after a long day of work. and what better way to release pent-up stress than to take a not so innocent girl back to his house and fuck her senseless?

but tonight, none of the girls in the club caught his eye. they all looked too preppy or their lovers were close by. who the fuck brings their boyfriends to the club anyway?

he was just about to take his leave until he saw you and your friend group walk into the section. it was like you knew he was watching with the way your hips swayed. you were wearing the shortest, tightest, black dress. the fabric leaving little to the imagination as it deliciously hugged your curves, your tits bouncing with every step. you walked past toji, unbeknownst of his lingering stare. he caught a whiff of your perfume and right then and there, he was hooked.

he watched as you let loose with your circle of friends, taking shots and grinding on each other on the dance floor. it wasn’t until you made your way towards the bar that he knew he had to make a move. you stood next to him ordering some fruity drink.

“‘s on me, beautiful” he slid his card towards the bartender, taking in your beauty up close.

your lipgloss sparkled, dazzling lights reflected onto your lips as you smiled up at him. he could only imagine the remaining gloss from your lips staining his dick while you sucked him dry.

wasting no time, he leaned into your ear, “you look so fuckin’ sexy in that dress. wanna get outta here?”

after a brief exchange of names, you both left the club, his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

__________________________________________

within moments of stepping into the threshold of his apartment, toji had hoisted you into his arms. you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he carried you into the dimly lit room.

he eyed the couch and gave you a devilish smirk. he was fully prepared to rip that flimsy fabric off and pin you against the nearby surface, fucking you until you couldn’t walk the next morning. you shuddered underneath his glare, the air thick of sexual tension.

the couch cushion creaked as toji sat down. he gripped the meat of your ass, forcing you to grind down onto the protruding bulge that poked through his pants. “you feel that princess? that’s how hard you made me with that fuckin’ dress” he whisperer into your ear before sucking love marks into your neck, littering red and purple kisses into the area.

you twitched on top of his lap in nervousness. you didn’t think the nights events would lead to this. you loved your friends dearly, but you were a homebody at heart. you had no desire of going out tonight, hoping to spend the evening in bed and binge watching your favorite show. eventually you gave into their pleads on going to the club. and of course you had to dress the part, borrowing your best friend’s little black dress that was one size too small. what you didn’t expect was to be in a grown man’s lap with said grown man tonguing at your neck. it was only a matter of time before he found out that—

“i-i’m a virgin…”you propped yourself up to look at the man before you.

his lips twitched at your words. did he hear that correctly?

“wait what are you—hold on, how old are ya anyway?” he asked raising an eyebrow. he gripped your shoulders, slightly pushed you away so that he can look at you clearly, as if he could confirm your age just by looking at you himself.

“i’m 21” he stared back in disbelief, and then he puffed in frustration. as old as you were and you were a fucking virgin? you looked down in shame, tears welled your eyes in embarrassment.

“fuck,” toji let your shoulders go and he ran his hands through his hair with a sigh, he couldn’t believe what he had gotten himself into. the last thing he wanted to do was to waste his time with some young, dumb, inexperienced girl. he was just about to kick you out when you grasped at his swole arm.

“c-can you teach me? i’ll be good! just please don’t kick me out,” you begged, tears threatened to fall as you looked up at the muscular man.

“you’ll be good eh?” the thought of corrupting your pure little mind made his cock jump in his trousers, but he played it cool and rolled his eyes, “fuck, fine. just don’t look at me like that”

toji leaned back into the couch, taking in your appearance; bright, inquisitive eyes stared back at him, quick breaths escaping your full and plush lips. he was eager to know the sounds you’d make as he pleasured you, which touches would make you squirm, and the faces you’d make when he’s impaling you with his cock.

“have you ever kissed a man before?” he explored your deep irises, your lips quivered in nervousness.

you shook your head, “n-no, never,” you already admitted to this man that you were a virgin, but to also say that you never even had your first kiss? that was shameful to say the least. you looked away in defeat, however this only intrigued toji even more. he grasped your hair, moving your head so that he pushed your face closer to his. “just follow my lead,” he whispered before locking his lips with yours.

the kiss was nothing you had ever experienced before. the amount of pressure he forced onto your lips, every swipe of his tongue and quick nips to your bottom lip, it was perfect. wet smacking of your lips filled the room.

the longer you kissed him, the more toji yearned to take control. he pushed his lips harder against yours, no longer in the mood for gentle kisses. the grip on your hair tightened as he forced his tongue into your mouth, his lips muting your muffled moans as an unoccupied hand snuck it’s way between your legs. dressed hiked up to your waist, toji rubbed his fingers against your moistened lips through your panties.

“shit, you’re already so fuckin wet,” he whispered against your lips. his thick fingers teased at your sodded panties. nimble fingers flicked at the hood of your clit before going back down to caress your lips. he wanted to see just how needy his innocent girl really was. with skillful fingers, he slid the frilly cloth aside and slowly dipped a finger into your wet heat, getting little to no resistance as his middle finger slid in to the third knuckle. he bit down into your neck before soothing the area with quick licks of his tongue.

“t-toji—” you moaned at the intrusion, grasping at his shoulders. it’s not like you haven’t touched yourself before. in the late nights, you’d be found getting off to the numerous nsfw videos on your twitter page. you’d lay in your bed, one hand holding the illuminated phone while the other would tweak at your swollen clit. none of those times could compare to how toji was touching you now.

toji slowly split you open with his finger, exploring your gummy walls before adding a second. he cooed into your ear, “you’re doing s’ good angel. ‘m gonna make you feel so good.”

you responded deliciously to his praise, soft whimpering pleads leaving yours lips, nails digging deeper into his shoulder as you ground your hips into his palm. his fingers twisted and coiled in your soaked pussy, eagerly looking for that one touch that had you spiraling in his lap.

“found it” he grinned, gummy walls convulsing around his fingers as he abused that same spot over and over again. you arched into his chest, nails scratching lines into his back.

his fingers moved swiftly within your pulsing walls. toji whispering dirty praises and kissed at your ear. it was all becoming too much for your poor little head. you didn’t know whether to push him away, or to pull him in closer, that familiar heat building up in your lower tummy. toji answered this for you when he suddenly pushed himself away. you whined at the absence of his fingers, pouting at the older man before you.

“how did that feel, pretty girl?” toji asked, popping two of his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the sweet remains of your needy pussy.

you met toji’s glance with hazy eyes, “i-it felt so good” you sighed, still riding the waves of your pending orgasm.

“mmm i know it did” he hummed, grabbing at your hips and flipped you over, your cheek smushed against the couch cushions. from behind, sounds of rustling fabric met your ears as toji unfastened his pants, pulling his cock out in one swift motion.

toji hoisted your waist so that it was leveled with his. he stroked his member lazily, pre cum leaking at the tip. he took in the view, cock twitching at the sight of your dripping folds, your slick trickling slowly down the back of your thighs.

“it’s gonna feel so good baby,” he slapped his dick against your sodded folds, you moaned in response, slightly twitched underneath him. he aligned his hips, placing a hand on your lower back, before slowly pushing the tip inside.

“a-ah shit,” he gasped, “you’re greedy little pussy’s suckin’ me in, you’re grippin’ me like a fuckin’ vice,” he barely had the tip inside and yet you were squirming so much underneath him, lips shaped in an “o” as you whimpered underneath him.

“t-toji, i-it hurts”, you looked over your shoulder at the older man with teary eyes.

god the way you were looking at him, it drove him fucking crazy. with those innocent eyes and the way you gripped around him, he couldn’t hold back anymore, he was going to fucking ruin you. he grasped your hips and gave a deep thrust, sheathing his thick girth inside your poor little hole.

you wailed loudly, eyes rolling and back arching as you took in the stretch of his cock splitting you in two.

without a moment to rest, toji slid out to the tip, “you’ve been a fuckin’ tease all night,” he punctuated the last word with a deep thrust, forcing his way back inside your velvety walls. you clawed at the cushion below. “you deserve to get fucked like a little slut” with that, he had pressed his chest against your back and pounded into you at a brutal pace, the sound of wet slaps of his thighs ramming your ass and the creaks of the couch hitting the wall filled the room. every slide of his cock was so deliciously sweet. the way toji filled your insides left you babbling underneath him.

“please please please please” you whined in a high pitch mantra, “i-i’m your slut, feel so so good! p-please give me more!” you fucked yourself back onto toji’s dick, mind empty and only needy for the feeling of him stuffing you full.

“oho, my pretty girl isn’t so shy when she’s being fucked like a damned whore eh? i’ll give you what you want, since you asked so nicely”

he let his hands roam to you puffy clit, resuming the ministrations from before. your walls fluttered around him at the additional sensation, the familiar warmth bubbling in your core.

“this pussy’s so fuckin’ good,”

he purred into your ear, never slowing down his brutal pace.

“you love me stretching your tight little pussy open? no ones ever gonna fuck you like me, remember that angel”

it all became too much, your body trembled under his touch as he groaned more dirty things into your ear.

“you’re so cute, fucking yourself on my dick like a damned slut. you’re doing so fucking good baby.”

he felt it before you, the way your walls convulsed around him, he knew you were about to cum. he leaned back and rolled his hips,

“you’re getting close, i can feel the way you tighten around me. come on my fucking dick, mmm that’s right angel”

a particular thrust had pushed you over the edge, eyes rolling back and mouth hanging in a silent scream as you squirted on his dick, making a mess on the couch below. the powerful orgasm had you twitching in his arms, you legs felt like jelly and your knees could collapse at any moment

as if reading your mind, he briefly pulled out. you whined at the loss. he flipped you onto your back and practically folded you in half, your knees knocking the sides of your head. pussy on full display, glistening from the aftermath of your orgasm.

“fuck, you look so good like this. maybe next time i’ll eat that sweet pussy of yours until you’re crying out for me. i bet you’d like that huh?” he teased at your cunt once more, rubbing your clit with the swollen tip of his cock

you barely comprehended what he said. you laid there in a heap, still coming down from your previous orgasm. you were reduced to a blabbering murmur of stuttering moans and pleads, no longer able to form complete sentences. your poor fucked out body couldn’t take anymore, but from the way toji fisted at his cock above you, you knew he wasn’t finished with you.

toji gripped the back of your knees, sliding his dick back inside, reveling in the feeling of you slick pussy. in this position, it felt as if toji was rearranging your guts, toes curling as you weakly grasped at the cushions. he was already close, his hips stuttering against yours as he fucked you into the couch.

“you did so fucking good, beautiful. you’re gonna be a good girl and take all of my cum”

he pumped once, then twice, before shooting his sticky load deep inside. your overstimulated body twitched beneath him as he shallowly fucked his cum into you, eventually pulling out. he leaned back and watched how his cum mixed with your juices, pooling out of your spent pussy, completely ruining the couch. the way you were laid out underneath him, sweat streaks running down your face and your hair disheveled, you were properly fucked out. your eyes dropping before slipping into an unconscious slumber. he just couldn’t send you back home. the least he could do was have you stay the night.

he waddled into the bathroom, coming back with a warm washcloth and gently cleaned off your body. he retrieved an old shirt from his room and replaced the now forgotten black dress. he eyed your frilly panties, slyly looking over his shoulder at your sleeping frame before snatching the garments,

“and a special gift for me,” he smirked to himself, already making plans to cum in your panties later on. he carried your sleeping body into his room, gently placing you on the opposite side of the bed before climbing into his usual spot. he pulled you closer, muscular arms encasing your smaller frame, before falling asleep.

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Kinktober: Doing it raw for the first time [Modern AU] (Minors do not interact) Not SFW

Notes: And so it comes to this. I’m just jumping in >_> I don’t usually write smut but I guess I was in the mood?

Warning: gosh I don’t know where to start. no protection, rope play, breeding kink, overstim, size kink, praise kink, not proofread, giving head, established relationship. Pretty soft for Albedo and Diluc then it goes a bit hard for the others >_>

Characters: Albedo, Diluc, Kaeya, Tartaglia, Xiao, Zhongli x fem!reader

Juicy stuff below the cut

Albedo

Albedo was not one to push you into doing things. Even when your bodies were pressed up against each other, the warm touch of his bare skin on yours almost sticky, yet intoxicatingly so.

“Bedo, please,” 

You whimper under him as he slaps his cock against your glistening folds. So pretty, he thought to himself. Even the subtle slap of his cock on your wetness was making him shiver. 

He grabs your hips and pulls you towards him easily, his stature might seem small but his work with the fencing sword proved him to be strong and able. He leans in to whisper in your ear, his tip lining up to your opening. “Ready?” His husky breath tickles your ear, but before you could reply, you can feel him stretching you open. 

You close your eyes and throw your head back at how painfully slow he was going. You could feel every inch of him push through you and you hear him stifle a groan. “B-Bedo...!” you mewl his name, feeling him fully for the first time, as he does you. 

“Shhh...” He whispers out, trying to concentrate on the tight squeeze of your cunt around him. Trying to ground himself. Trying not to just plow you through your orgasm. He bottoms out, his whole length buried into your damp hole. He looks down to see how connected the two of you are, face flushed into one of bliss. “...Beautiful, Y/N,” 

Still, he’s calm. He’s calm as he takes his hand and starts rubbing on your sensitive nub. You jerk up and you clench around him, earning another groan. “T-Tight...” He pants, unable to wrap his head around the fact that he’s getting squeezed by you. 

And suddenly, both his hands are on your waist again, he pulls out nearly completely, leaving only the tip inside and you lift your head up giving him a questioning look, until he thrusts his hips forward, sheathing himself in one swift motion. “A--aghh!” A strangled moan leaves your mouth as he ruts into you almost violently.

He can’t control himself. It’s different. His bare cock in you. “I-I can’t stop--” the bed creaks, his hold on your waist nearly bruising, pistoning himself. Grunting, groaning, hitting you in all the right spots as he hears you cry out “Mmggh! A-Albedo! There, right there!” 

It’s like fuel for him, chasing his own high and yours. The friction on his cock is unreal. The wetness. The vice-grip. His head is spinning and you watch as he throws his head back in a beautiful moan. “Y/N...!” You watch as his hips continue in a magical pace, your hands suddenly gripping the bedsheets as you arch your back, reaching your orgasm before him, “-t’so good, so good! Albedo I’m cumming!” he thrusts a few more times, you can’t even feel him stiffen, just coming down from your high. He quickly pulls out and fists his cock, spurts of white shooting out to your stomach, grunting “Wish I could cum in you...” 

He rarely says such things, but you grin when he does.

“How about for next time...?” you suggest.

Diluc

He’s a gentle lover...for the most part. But there are days where even he loses control as he stands above you, worshipping your body. How could he not? It was a divine gift from God. Every time the two of you tangled in the sheets, it was a little piece of heaven for him, just seeing you bare and open.

The moans that you give out are even more of a blessing. He loves to please you. Loves to hear his name in whimpers and in squeals. So, his first order of events is tasting you. Letting you cum on his face as much as he wanted, it wasn’t your choice. 

Now he towers over you, your face already flushed out from the two orgasms he has licked out of you. He smiles at the look on your face, hair sticking to your forehead with sweat. He lays over you and starts peppering kisses up your jaw, stopping at your ear. “On your front, darling,” He helps you turn, your ass is now grinding against his hardness and he ruts into the smooth surface of your skin as he kisses your neck. He’s deliberately slow, but you’ve anticipated tonight for far too long. “Diluc, I want you...”

He chuckles behind you, but moves up, and prods your opening with his tip. “...You’re...extremely wet...” he whispers in awe. He could guess that you were a lot more excited today than usual. So was he, the tip of his cock seemed a lot more enflamed than usual. 

He pushes in, there’s some resistance but he manages to slide it halfway.

SLAP.

You yelp as you feel his hand smack your ass. “Y/N... God-- Sorry, I--” It was just too good. It was entirely different from usual. You can feel his hands grip on your ass, squeezing it as he finally rests fully inside you. You can’t see it, but he shivers. The way your walls are clamping down on him is sending him to a high.

Slowly, he pulls out halfway and thrusts in again. His pace is mellow, but you can feel every inch of him all the same. His perfect cock curves in the right places, hitting you just as you like it. “Love you, Y/N,” He has his eyes closed as he says this, reveling in the feeling of your warmth. “Love you so much,” and yet his hands are gripping your ass tighter, his pace is quickening. The control he once had is slipping fast and before long all you can hear is the loud slap slap slap of his skin hitting yours. 

The feeling is intense, your face smothered on the bed as he gradually drills into you. “Diluc! Diluc!” that’s the sound he loves. The sound of your fucked-out voice moaning his name. “Ohhh feels so good... your cock feels so good... Don’t stop!” you whimper as his hips thrust at the same time he pulls you down. 

He grits his teeth as he groans, “Cu-cumming!” every thrust he sends you feels like fireworks in your tummy. You stiffen up as the pleasure you feel peaks, you moan into the pillow as you orgasm, a little embarrassed at the feral sounds you were making. “Mine, all mine,” he grunts as he bottoms into you, cumming deep into your walls, and collapsing on top of you, his arms barely able to keep him propped up. He kisses your shoulder as he comes down from his high, still grunting and panting until he slips out of you, spent. 

“You’re a goddess, Y/N,” 

Kaeya

There’s a red blindfold round your head, and your wrists are tied up above it. Kaeya watches as you squirm a little. It’s his favourite type of play, for a special type of occasion. 

Your folds are already glistening for him, and although he didn’t tie your legs up he’s got them spread wide open with his strong hands. He’d been fingering you, getting you ready for his cock. “Please,” 

Of course, he doesn’t make it easy. “Please what, love?” a smirk on his face that you can’t see. “Want you in me...” you whimper out, lifting your hips up a little in hopes that you would find what you were looking for. His cock on your folds. “Whose cock do you want, Y/N?” he continues to tease you with his hands, his finger running a circle around your clit, completely avoiding it. “Yours Kaeya, just yours, please...”

He chuckles at this moment, “Good girl,” and you can feel him shifting his weight, can feel him pushing your knees up to your chest in the breeding position. Then, without any warning, he ruts into you all in one go. “Oh my God!” you keen at the painful and sudden stretch, but a few seconds later as his length pulses in you, fills you up in every corner, stars erupt in your eyes. “More, please, more!” 

You’re not quite sure how loud you’re being, but he’s in total bliss at the raw feeling. “Shit...That’s my girl,” he hammers into you relentlessly, almost painfully but the pain hurts so good. “This pussy’s officially mine,” he grunts as he fucks you out, the rough in and out earning stuttered moans from you. “You cumming, pretty?” his eyes trail down towards your pressed back head, open mouth wailing him praises. “Ohh yes, yes! S-So close!”

He crouches over you and presses your tied hands onto the bed, hips blindingly fast. “Mm, such a good pussy for me. Take it, take it all...” he starts to grunt more, head dipping lower into your neck as he feels the pleasure grip all around him. “Fuck,” he spits out as he stiffens, an animalistic growl escaping his lips just as you grip tighter around him and reach your own high. “Fuuuck, you’re so good, Y/N,” 

He slips out, handfuls of cum spilling out from your hole as he leans his body over yours.

Tartaglia

“Relax babe, you’re always so good at this,” He’s laid out on the bed, arms behind his head as he watches you grind your clothed pussy on his bare cock. Such a sight for sore eyes. Your lids are shut, cheeks are flushed and your mouth open in silent gasps. “You like that, huh?” His smirk is obvious, thoroughly entertained, as if watching a show that was made just for him. 

“Mmhmm...” You whimper, feeling your clit rub against his long, veiny cock. Your voice seems to spur something in him as he reaches out and pulls your panties aside. “Lift up,” he commands you and you follow, propping yourself up on your knees. “Go on now,” his shit-eating grin is almost teasing, but when you line yourself up on him, tip slipping past the tightness allowing you to fully sit on his raw cock for the first time, his grin disappears and is replaced with a strangled, guttural groan. “Oh shit,” his hands grab your hips and stills you, glues you to your sitting spot. 

You watch with half-lidded eyes as he closes his eyes and struggles. “Oh fuck it’s better than I thought,” he inches his hips up a little, provoking a moan from you. “I-I like this better too...” you murmur. You can feel every vein on him, every curve and thickness rubbing against your walls. Slowly he takes his hands away and places it on his side, rutting his hips up, making you bounce slightly and squeal, a signal for you to start.

You waste no time in bouncing up and down on him, hands on his chest, balancing yourself. The only sounds in the bedroom is the slap of skin on skin, your wanton moans and his animalistic growls. “Y/N, fuck,” one of his hands grips your thigh, he can feel his cock grow warmer, feel the knot in his stomach tighten. He’s nearing his orgasm and he can’t keep still anymore. 

He starts plowing up against you. Your bouncing is now fueled by his hips and not your own accord, you scream at how rough he’s going, how his dick kisses your cervix with every hard thrust up. “So deep! More, don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop” your words string together and are hardly coherent. He takes that as a sign to keep pulling your hips down just as he thrusts up, somehow, one of his hands manage to rub at your clit despite all the bouncing and you tighten up almost immediately.

“Childe!”

“SHIT!”

The two of you scream out at the same time, reaching orgasm mere seconds apart from each other. You collapse on him, and he wraps his arms around you. He takes a few seconds to recover before he flips you over onto the bed. “...You can’t expect me to just go one round... I’m addicted now...”

Xiao

“You want to do it...without this?”

He already has the condom in his hand, and you’re laid out on the bed prettily. “...I’ve been taking birth control instead,” those words has him on top of you in seconds. He’s kissing you fervently, the bulge in his boxers seem to keep growing. Xiao is well-endowed and you know it from the countless times you’ve taken him deep in your throat. 

“I love you, you know that? If you don’t want to it’s okay,”

“I want to,” the words between kisses are fast and heated. He wants to make sure you’re alright with it. He seems gentle now, but the truth is he’s insatiable in bed. He has a hunger for you that doesn’t end. As with any other session, he preps you for his cock with his fingers. One, two, up until the third one stretches you out so well and good that you start asking for more. You start asking for him. 

“Xiao...Want your cock..”

He takes his fingers away and rubs your wetness on him, hoping that the slight lubrication would make it easier for you today. But it’s never easy with him. Every time is like the first time, the painful stretch of his massive girth, the way you feel so full even when it’s just halfway in. 

“C’mere,” he pulls you easily towards the edge of the bed and instructs you to flip over, your ass is hanging on the edge and he thumbs in gently, positioning himself into your damp hole and slowly pushing in. “X-Xiao! S’too big... too much!”

Dear Gods the sensation is a hundred times more intense. He doesn’t even hear you talking about how big he is, he’s lost in the velvety folds of your cunt, in the way your walls stretch out to accommodate to him. He doesn’t answer you and he’s lost in the pleasure, pulling your hips back to make you stretch out all the way and take him all in. “XIAO!” 

You feel like cumming just from him being all the way inside and truthfully he feels the same. He’s afraid he might cum in just a few pumps, so he takes it slow, reaching in front of you to play with your clit, to ease up the stretch you feel. “A-Ah! No! Too much!” 

You start to squirm as his fingers find the sensitive nerves. This time, he hears you and replies. “Shhh... You’re doing well, Y/N,” his fingers rub faster circles on your clit and finally, he feels that he can move a little better now as you keen and rut your hips against his hand. “That’s it...” he whispers and starts at a demonic pace. He can’t help it, it’s too good. “I won’t last long, Y/N,” but you’re already at your orgasm, you’re already reaching your second, his fingers still relentlessly rubbing on you. “The best, it’s the best!” you moan and he watches as your ass bounces on his big cock. “Mmmrghhh... Fuck, so fucking tight,” 

His last few thrusts are brutal. Deep, strong and forceful, until he freezes and unloads inside you with a groan. 

Zhongli

You look at him as you finish up your blowjob. You see him looking down at you on your knees, obediently bobbing your head up and down. Today though, he doesn’t let himself finish in your mouth. He pulls your head back gently and looks you in the eyes. “...Y/N...Let me make you feel good,” 

He gathers you in his arms and places you on his office desk, the papers are strewn around on the floor already. He kisses you hungrily, hands roaming up and down before settling on rubbing you through your underwear. “Zhongli...” He’s a lot stronger than he looks, and this time he pushes your legs apart, his cock is right at your entrance, just waiting for his pushing motion. “Last chance to say no,” he mutters and you answer with a lewd “Fuck me raw,”

He pushes through the muscle of your opening, groaning as he does so. “Gods, Y/N, you’re tighter than usual,” he doesn’t hold back. He knows you can take it and fucks into you rough. He picks you up in his arms as he fucks you and your legs wrap around his waist automatically. He’s making you bounce on his cock at a vicious pace. He can hardly steal a glance at his cock as it disappears right back into your hole. “Zhongli, c-cum in me,” 

You wrap your arms around his neck, as if trapping him. Something snaps inside of him at your words and he maneuvers you onto his office chair and starts pistoning inside of you, his hands gripping the arms tightly. “O-Oh my God. Give it to me, pleasepleasepleaseplease,”

He’s never been this rough before, and you wonder if it’s because of what you said or the fact that he’s doing it raw. He isn’t a very vocal person but today he promises to give you his all. “This.is.all.yours.” he says in between hard thrusts. “Take it all, Y/N, take it--” he stops talking when his pleasure cuts him off, fireworks going off in his head and he shivers on top of you. He growls under his breath and suddenly slaps your cunt, right above the clit and your jerk up with a howl. “FUCK!” 

All of a sudden he’s starting again, he’s fucking into you hard even through your orgasm. “Oh shit! Li! fill me up!” You’re shuddering under him, body out of control at the sheer amount of pleasure he’s giving you, his fingers continue to rub and tap on your clit. “C-Cumming! I’m cumming! OH ff-”

You feel him stop inside of you, and by his low groans you can tell that he’s released his thick strings of cum inside. You wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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🌿| HEY GUYS here i am with my first black butler smut- fem reader!it is quite long tbh I kinda went feral😭😭 so uh anyways enjoy<33

"I believe that is all- might you have any suggestions?"

You and Sebastian Michaelis were standing in one of the less explored bedrooms of the Phantomhive Manor, posture perfect and position poised as usual, discussing surprise plans for your master's upcoming birthday. As usual, the demon butler in front of you stood tall and elegant, while you stood something like a head shorter, although equally as composed as Sebastian. Just a few minutes prior, he had requested that you join him in the back of the manor in an unused guest room to discuss celebration plans for Ciel Phantomhive. It had been necessary for you both to go to the back out of sight- as physically capable as your fellow servants may have been, not one of them could keep their mouths shut for the life of them. And as the second butler to Ciel, Sebastian had decided it was best to consult you.

"It takes quite a bit to surprise the master," you noted dubiously, looking down at the floor in a pensive manner. "Are you sure it's best to have a party anyway? We know how he feels about his birthday."

"Of course, the master's wishes are our top priority." Sebastian replied, maintaining his sly but polite smile, never looking away from you. "However, my aim is to ensure his contentedness on his birthday, and allowing him to sit in his bedroom and pretend as if it is not his birthday will simply not do."

You glanced back up at Sebastian with a knowing expression. "Alright, who was it- Prince Soma or Lady Elizabeth?"

"Ah, you know me too well," Sebastian chuckled. "As a matter of fact, both of them confronted me in order to make sure that the master's birthday would be a festive occasion- although, I'm sure each had their own reasons for doing so."

"I don't doubt it." You laughed as well before resuming your typical stoic expression. "Anyway- back to our original topic- master's birthday." You paused for a moment, in thought before grimacing suddenly and lifting your gaze to meet Sebastian's. "Uh- what exactly makes the master happy, exactly?"

"I haven't a clue the true answer to that," Sebastian admitted, his tone hardened slightly. "But he enjoys eating cake and drinking tea, and he has a penchant for the game of chess."

"Ah. Well, that's rather vague..." You trailed off, racking your brain for anything else Ciel liked to do, but came up with nothing after a few seconds of silence. "Hm- I have an idea. Perhaps we could have the chefs prepare several kinds of cakes, and allow the master to try many varieties. You are right about him being fond of cake- I think he'll find it pleasing. Of course, he'll be made to exercise several times over over the next few days..."

Sebastian opened his mouth to answer- but before he could, the embellished wood door was kicked down, making the both of you startle and turn around to see a rattled Finnian, gasping and appearance disheveled as ever.

Sebastian's crimson eyes widened. "Why, Finnian, whatever happened to you?"

"Why, there you two are! Why do you both keep vanishing?!" Finnian demanded. "But never mind that! There's... there's a bloody rat in the kitchen!" the childlike blonde exclaimed, slumped in the doorway on the door frame, chest heaving. "It's got to be the size of a cat! We tried to have... have Pluto eat it for us, but the dog wouldn't even... wouldn't even go near the thing!"

"A rat? In our kitchen?" you repeated quizzically, narrowing your eyes. "That seems impossible- the kitchens are always kept in top condition."

"Oh, no, Y/N- I'm not trying to say that our kitchen is dirty, no- it must have slipped inside somehow-" Abruptly, Finnian whirled around to face someone outside of the doorway; you and Sebastian were unable to see who it was. "Bardroy! Bardroy, what- Bardroy! Take that monster outside right now! Take it- Bardroy!" And with that, Finnian took off running, soon followed by a sprinting Bardroy, holding something in his hands and racing after Finnian. "Oh, hey, you two! Gotta go!" he called back, tossing you and Sebastian a quick wave before disappearing as well.

Both of you stood there, blinking at the empty space where Finnian had just been in confusion. Finally, you walked briskly towards the door, shut it, and promptly returned to your place in front of Sebastian.

"...right. Anyway, I actually quite relish the cake idea, Y/N- of course, provided there are an equal amount of fruits and vegetables present as well," Sebastian added sharply.

"Oh, of course. Wouldn't want the master falling ill or some sort of thing," you agreed airily. "Obviously, we'll have the master's favorite dish prepared, and have enough so he can eat to his heart's content. Now, since we have covered the food area... let's discuss decoration. Every good party needs suitable decoration."

"Oh, certainly- that was one of the first things Lady Elizabeth brought up during our encounter. If I recall correctly, she stated that the master's favorite color was blue- so that will need to be one of the colors we use when we decorate."

"Yes- the shade of blue that he wears in his usual attire. But of course, the party won't be monochromatic- we shall have to add other colors as well." Bringing up an image in your mind of Ciel's typical outfit, you rattled off the colors you could name. "Black, white, navy blue, gray... hm. It seems a bit dull, don't you think?"

"Perhaps- but I believe we will be able to make it appear pleasing to the eye. Especially since Lady Elizabeth made it clear she intends on helping to decorate."

"She is? Well, that should cover this entire category, then."

Sebastian smiled a little wider. "Lovely. We have taken care of good and decoration- now we should begin discussing entertainme-"

Cutting Sebastian off, the door was once again thrown open, and in burst Mey-Rin, nearly hysterical and babbling unintelligible nonsense. One of the lenses on her round glasses was cracked- and it proved to have an extremely detrimental effect on her vision as she stumbled around like an intoxicated man.

"Y/N! Sebastian! You've got to help me, yes you do! I've been clumsy again and cracked me glasses- oy!" Mey-rin began to topple over, arms flailing like mad as she struggled to see what was going on. Both you and Sebastian were there in a flash, and you each caught one arm just before she faceplanted into the ground. Silently, you brought her to her feet, and she clutched her head as if she was dizzy, still wobbling on her legs and feeling around in front of her for her glasses.

"Mey-rin... you're aware you can remove your glasses at any time, correct? It seems you may need a new pair, as we've said several times-" You began, but were cut off by Mey-rin violently shaking her head, red pigtails flailing. "Oh, no, no, no! The master gave me these and I don't ever intend to replace them! Now if I could only find them-"

"Here you are." Sebastian was suddenly in front of the flustered Mey-rin, holding her spectacles delicately in his gloved hand. Smoothing a loose strand of hair behind the maid's ear, he bent down to meet her eye level, and staring right into her often concealed eyes, he slid her glasses back on her face before straightening back up. "That should do for now- that is, until you can get them repaired. For now, however, I advise you to stay away from the stairs..."

You watched with a slightly arched brow as Mey-rin's cheeks flushed a glowing red before she stumbled back towards the open door, nodding frantically. "Y-yes, of course, Sebastian! Will do! I''ll see you later-" she knocked into the door frame- "and you too, Y/N! Bye-bye!"

"Wait, Mey-rin, please inform your colleagues that we are having a private discussion-" You called after her, not wanting any further interruptions. But Mey-rin was off, her footsteps scurrying down the hallway.

Once the woman was out of earshot, you let out an exasperated sigh and once again reached out to push the door shut. "Goodness. They never seem to stop with their antics, do they?" You chuckled lightly, moving back towards Sebastian. "Mm... now, where were we?"

"We've taken care of decorations... I believe we were talking about entertainment."

"Yes, that's right. Hmm... this will certainly be a tough category to cover. We've established Lord Phantomhive likes chess, but that seems to be his only hobby. And that won't be enough to entertain the guests..."

Sebastian nodded, seeming pensive. "Yes... and course, there will need to be dancing- that is simply not an option. The master rather desperately needs an excuse to brush up on his ballroom dancing skills, and Lady Elizabeth will be quite unhappy if she does not get the chance to dance with Lord Phantomhive."

"Yes, you're right- especially about the part where the master needs to touch up his dancing skills. But people will be expecting to have to dance- what about other things for the guests to do?"

"Most people include games at a party, I know that- but games aren't quite Lord Phantomhive's forte, don't you think? Although there-"

"AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

Suddenly, there was a horribly shrill scream, and seconds later it was followed by a loud BOOM- and having known Bardroy for quite some time, you nor Sebastian needed to question what it was. Surely Bardroy was cooking up a dish that would surely make your taste buds explode with flavor.

You and Sebastian had barely turned to face the door before it was thrown open for what felt like the hundredth time, revealing a soot-covered Finnian and an equally filthy Bardroy, hair formed into an dingy afro. You couldn't even inhale before Finnian burst into his frenetic ramble.

"Bardroy! It was Bardroy's fault! He wouldn't let the rat go- instead, he wanted to kill it himself! Why did you think that was a remotely good idea?"

"Hey-" Bardroy, looking as unapologetic as ever, shrugged coolly with his palms facing up. "- why let good explosives go to waste? The explosion scared away the monster, anyway. That thing couldn't have been a mere rat- consider this a favor."

"A favor?! Bardroy, the kitchen is covered in ash and so are we! This will certainly take hours to clean up! And the master- he'll have our heads for doing this again! Of course-" Finnian gestured wildly towards you and Sebastian- "assuming Sebastian and Y/N don't kill us first! After all, they are Lord Phantomhive's right hand men!"

Completely exhausted now, you waved a hand limply at the two men in the doorway. "Really, I don't care. I'll clean the mess myself later, alright? How about you two see about helping Mey-rin get around- she's cracked her glasses again."

"Oh, she has? Poor thing really loves those spectacles, eh? Alright, that sounds easy enough." Bardroy stood up straight and dusted himself off some. "Alright, you heard the lady- let's go find Mey-rin before she kills herself trying to climb down a staircase." Bardroy took off, leaving a stunned Finnian in the doorway to gape.

"As if you didn't almost kill everyone in this manor ten minutes ago- wait up, Bardroy!" Finnian sprinted after him, a breeze in his wake, providing you and Sebastian a brief modicum of cool air.

"Good god." You slammed the door closed now, thoroughly enervated. "Can't get a moment's peace around here- how are we ever going to keep them out? Obviously, simply asking won't work..." You exhaled loudly and pinched the bridge of your nose.

Sebastian eyed the door from the corner of his eye with mild disdain, edging toward you. "Yes, those three can be quite persistent. In order to keep the master's party as much of a surprise as possible, we will certainly have to come up with a better way to prevent the others from intruding on our conversation."

"I don't see how we're going to do that," you muttered, still staring at the ground with an annoyed expression. "And the master won't be napping for much longer, I'm sure...what a dilemma..."

It was then you became aware of the sensation of gloved hands around your waist, firmly gripping your sides- and Sebastian's lips right by your ear, his chin hovering just above your shoulder. "I believe I may have come up with a solution to our little problem, hm?" The darkly dressed butler whispered gently into your ear, hands beginning to slide up your waist slowly- and suddenly you knew exactly what Sebastian had in mind.

"Sebastian." Your tone was flat, and you made no move to push Sebastian off of you. "You're not saying-"

"I'm afraid this is our only fix," Sebastian interrupted stonily. "If we wish to keep the young Lord's birthday party a surprise, we must prevent those servants from barging in. And I believe this will be most efficient."

You let out a light, exasperated sigh. "Alright- I believe I have your plan in mind. If I'm not mistaken, you want us to sound like we are making love behind this door so that we'll ward off any potential intruders."

"You're quite correct."

"And tell me why we can't simply fake the sounds you're looking for without actually engaging in anything lewd?"

Sebastian smiled and let out a small, rueful chuckle. "Tell me, knowing yourself, would you really be willing to moan for me, Y/N?"

His emphasis on that particular word sent an unexpected wave of heat towards your cheeks, and you quickly masked the slight hitch in your breathing, putting on an expression of defiance.

"I most certainly would not." You folded your arms across your chest with a derisive scoff. "Alright, then. But I don't want this to take too long."

"As you wish, my darling."

Your brow arched at the unfamiliar nickname, but you made no comment as Sebastian smoothly but wordlessly led you to the bed propped beside the large, gleaming window, rays of golden sunlight streaming through the freshly shined glass. And after a few moments of you desperately trying to avoid eye contact while Sebastian stripped you down to your underwear, he gently adjusted your body on the mattress so that he had a full view of your figure, his cunning crimson eyes running down your exposed body as his own hovered above you, his knees outside of your thighs and his face only inches from yours.

"Hm... I cannot help but note that you are really not unattractive, Y/N- I don't know why you always insist on wearing such concealing clothing constantly," Sebastian noted slyly, his trademark smirk widening slightly on his lips.

"You're joking." You snorted a little patronizingly, tilting your head at the demon butler above you. "The master would kill me if I ever came out in something provocative. As his butler, it is simply unprofessional to wear the clothing you speak of. And frankly, I find it a bit distasteful- I'm not fond of showing my body to just anyone."

"So I see." Sebastian replied, expression not wavering. "Mm, I suppose perhaps we should begin before we are interrupted once more, don't you agree?"

"First, you must strip as well."

Sebastian's expression changed abruptly, clearly caught off guard. "Me? Why, Y/N, I couldn't possibly-"

"I did, so yes, you could possibly. I don't want to be the only one exposed here."

Sebastian chuckled as he straightened up and climbed off of the bed, getting to his feet, and you sat up as well. "Self-conscious?"

"Wha- of course not. It's only fair," you countered insistently, fluffing your hair so that it covered your cleavage, your breasts and genitalia covered by no more than a simple matching pair of underwear and a bra- not skimpy, but not necessarily modest either.

Sebastian sighed somewhat endearingly as he gazed down at you. "Well, now, I can't turn down a lady, can I? As you wish."

You nodded, and feeling as if it was appropriate, you turned your head to peer out of the window while Sebastian undressed.

After about a minute, Sebastian cleared his throat and promptly joined you back on the bed, sitting down in front of you neatly as you turned back around to face him, trying to keep your eyes from drifting.

"Much better," you stated, a little too authoritatively. "Now- please, let's hurry this up."

You would never say so out loud, but Sebastian had quite an attractive physique- muscular and toned but not buff, prominent collarbones, and a slim but not bony frame. As for his undergarments, he kept his genitals covered for the time being.

"Well, I can't promise speed, my dear. But what I can promise-" Sebastian leaned in to whisper in your ear- "is satisfaction."

Now you were definitely flushed, and reflexively, your eyes dropped down to your knees- you could literally sense Sebastian's coy smile widen in front of you as your composure wavered slightly.

"Hm... while it isn't my priority, I suppose time is something we should take into account," Sebastian mused, eyes narrowing some as he thought. "I suppose there isn't much time for foreplay, so I hope for your sake that you are already lubricated."

Alright then- that was far more blunt than you'd expected, and you had to fight the urge to cough. Blinking rapidly, you nodded. "I'll be fine. Just do whatever you believe is necessary and we can achieve our goal."

"Yes, of course." Sebastian's eyes instantly fell to your panties as he said this. "I'll be wanting these out of the way first..." he mumbled pensively. Without warning, Sebastian slid a hand around your neck and pushed you back onto the bed so that you were laying down, on display for him as he hooked a long finger around the waistband of your underwear, hand rubbing just above your crotch, and slowly dragged your underwear down your legs, eventually sliding them down your ankles and placing them neatly at the foot of the bed.

You took a shaky breath, watching your stomach rise and fall as the air hit you in between your legs- thankfully, you were wet already. Years ago, you would have certainly been more reserved about this, but you were a Phantomhive butler now- this was merely business, and you were sure Sebastian felt similarly.

Sebastian took his index finger and unexpectedly slid the tip of it down your opening, making you let out a tiny gasp, and he seemed satisfied when he withdrew it and was covered in your slick.

"Lovely- you're wet. And it seems your hygiene is quite good- that smell I am not very fond of seems to be absent."

"I don't believe that is on subject, Sebastian," you snapped, sounding a bit too defensive. Sebastian startled, then fixed you with a seductive stare that probably would have made you stumble had you not been laying down already.

"You're right, I do keep getting distracted. How inconvenient- I do apologize, my dear. I suppose anyone would be impatient by now."

"Impatient? Sebastian, I am not-"

You were immediately cut off when a finger suddenly entered you, eliciting a quiet whimper as the digit began to move slowly and diligently inside of you.

Sebastian leaned down towards you, his lips mere centimeters from yours as he hissed, "Don't get so worked up, darling- alright? You maintain your composure quite well- but today, I believe I'll be the one to shatter it."

You opened your mouth again to protest once more, heart racing, but Sebastian stopped you again when he added a second finger, curled it, and began to pick up the pace.

This time you audibly moaned, wrapping your fingers tightly around the blankets you lay on top of to stop yourself from crying out. You knew that this was nothing more than a professional matter- but the way Sebastian was making you feel was everything short of professional, and the more you tried to bite back your whimpers out of pride, the more they seemed to escape your lips. Sebastian, of course, read your mind, smiling almost sinisterly as his gaze remained locked with yours no matter how much you averted your eyes.

"Ah- that's what we're looking for," Sebastian purred in a tone you had never heard before, a low growl barely audible in his voice. "How lovely- we're off to an early start. Now as long as you make no more attempts to try and speak, I believe this will go rather smoothly, don't you think- my love?"

You only nodded, lips parted as you thrust your hips gently into Sebastian's fingers, more whines absconding from you. A smile that could almost be called evil spread across Sebastian's lips as he gradually began to speed up, his fingers getting drenched in your juices as he lowered his head to kiss softly along the exposed skin of your neck, fingering you relentlessly all the while.

You gasped at the sudden feeling of Sebastian's soft lips on your neck, lifting your chin towards the ceiling to allow him more access as you lifted your arms to wrap them around Sebastian's neck, stroking his hair with your fingertips.

"I must say- I didn't know you were so sensitive, Y/N," Sebastian remarked casually, nipping at your earlobe and drawing a muted squeak from you. "Your demeanor; it's always so cold. I never would have imagined this." Sebastian lifted his head a tiny bit to observe your face as he said this- beautifully flushed around your cheeks, glossy lips parted, eyes unable to focus on one place. "My fingers haven't even left you yet- and I can already feel that they're drenched."

Your legs writhed as Sebastian pushed his fingers further inside you, and all you could manage was a stuttered "Shut- shut up, Sebastian."

He chuckled, apparently not minding you in the slightest. "Oh, my dear- why don't you make me?" He suddenly withdrew his fingers in one swift pull, causing you to arch your back slightly and clench your thighs as you bit down hard on your bottom lip to catch a whine. Cheeks burning, you watched the man sitting above you as he observed his middle and ring fingers, dripping as promised onto the bed, your clear juices lustrous on his hand.

"Now what did I tell you, darling?" Sebastian chuckled self-assuredly, his eyes snapping towards yours. "It's alright- don't look so aggravated. I do have a tendency to make people get like this in bed- but I must say, you've already lasted longer than any other partner I have slept with."

You smiled, sitting up on your knees and letting out a breath- much to the butler in front of you's surprise. "I suppose I'll take that as a compliment- you are also better than any other person I have gone to bed with as well."

Sebastian was clearly a little startled to see that you weren't nearly as flustered as you had seemed only seconds ago, and it gave you a sense of pride to have knocked the man off of his high horse. But he masked it quickly, and instead returned your smile. "Ah- I should have known you weren't going to be so easy to crack.

"The task was to make noise- and that is what I did. You can't possibly think that I would have actually allowed myself to get caught up in the moment." You sighed again, then let your palms drop to your knees, making a sharp slapping sound. "I don't hear anybody passing by- perhaps that means this is proving effective? We should probably continue for a while longer to ensure our privacy."

Sebastian only blinked at you, head cocked in a somewhat curious manner. Then he lifted his head back up with a modest grin. "You impress me more with each day, Y/N."

"Thank you. Now, let's just go ahead and finish up, hm?"

"Yes, let's."

Sebastian's eyes drifted down to your lips, and he took your chin abruptly in his hand, forcing you to look right at him. Your eyes widened questioningly, and Sebastian brought his other hand to your lips, extending his two still wet middle fingers, and spread the slick all over them, making your lips appear even shinier; now you tasted your own self.

"Sebastian-"

You were swiftly cut off by the man himself, one hand coming up to cradle your cheek while the other one slipped around your bare waist to kiss you passionately, and you couldn't stifle the sudden flutter in your stomach as he lowered your body back down towards the bed. You could still taste your own juices as well as Sebastian's lips, and the combined flavor made your head spin a little, as if you had drank a bit too much wine. There was something you couldn't quite decipher about the way Sebastian kissed you, the way his fingers tightened around you more than they had before, and the way you could feel his own sped-up heartbeat drum in tune with yours. Was it truly passion, desire? Was it ego-damage-control, his pride in his own skill pushing him to try and push you over the edge? Or was this only obligation, a business matter, like you'd claimed it to be? Either way, you had never felt like this before when someone kissed you- and it made you feel a little like you were high.

"Your taste is... sweet," you heard Sebastian say; he almost seemed incredulous. "You truly aren't like any other woman I've ever had."

As if from a distance, you heard yourself say, "I could say the same about you, my dear."

It seemed like Sebastian's lips stayed on yours much longer than they should have, his tongue darting out to slip smoothly past your lips to intertwine with your tongue, deepening the kiss even further. You found his taste to be quite mesmerizing itself, and you didn't really want to pull away as you took both sides of his face in your own hands and pressed your body further into his, both your bodies warm as they made contact.

His voice sounded muffled and bleary when he spoke again, whispering softly in your ear, "I'm going to enter you now- please, don't hesitate to tell me if you are uncomfortable at all or in any pain."

You nodded in agreement, thinking that it seemed impossible for you to feel any pain in such a state- but nonetheless, you did feel your walls stretch harrowingly once you felt his tip push into you, making you wince and purse your lips. You'd never felt so full before, and you weren't 100 percent sure if you could take it all once most of Sebastian's length had gently been pushed into your slick entrance.

"Tell me if you are feeling any discomfort, Y/N." Sebastian's voice was firm, his hands around your hips and his body in between your legs.

"Se- Sebastian, I'm alright, really." You assured him, doing your best to cover up the tightness of your face. "I'm not new to this, you know."

"If you're sure," Sebastian replied, expression seeming focused as he began to move back and forth at a slow and steady pace, allowing you to adjust to his size.

You let out a shuddery breath as the discomfort slowly faded into mild pleasure. Sebastian, seeing that you'd adjusted more, began to move a little faster, occasional low grunts emitting from his throat as he did-now he was the one not meeting your gaze. You allowed a quiet moan to leave your lips as you felt his cock move expertly inside of you, your wet walls tightening around him.

"Nngh- Y/N, you're... rather tight- are you sure you're com...comfortable?" Sebastian queried again, his facial features tightened. He was beginning to lose his composure- he hadn't expected this feeling once he entered you. Your insides seemed absolutely perfect for him, and you two came together like a puzzle piece snapping into place. He'd feigned a sound or two when he slept with other women for information to make it seem like he was really interested, but with you he found he didn't have to force a single sound at all, and he was incredulous. Sebastian dared say- you genuinely did feel rather pleasant.

"Yes, I- I'm alright." You too felt your bravado beginning to melt away; he stroked every perfect spot in your body with the rhythmic motions of his hips. "Ple-ease... don't stop."

"Mm... as you wish." Sebastian's hands slid up to your waist, gripping your skin roughly as he maneuvered your body to bring you into him harder, his face beginning to flush ever so slightly. Your breaths grew heavier, quicker as you threw your head back with a much less stifled moan, hair spilling over the edge of the bed. Both of you found yourselves unraveling beneath the other's touch, and within a few more minutes you both were gasping, Sebastian's thrusts far harder than they'd been before and the warmth in your stomach building and building, and you knew your peak was fast approaching- and by how uncharacteristically sloppy Sebastian's thrusts had gotten, you could tell his was, too.

"Oh- fuck, Sebastian, please, don't stop, you feel so-" You let out a cry of ecstasy as you harshly gripped his hands around your waist, back arching off of the violently bouncing bed and making Sebastian groan.

"Ah- mind your profanity," Sebastian gasped, his eyes more turbulent than ever as he stared directly into yours. "We wouldn't want to- to be a poor influence on the master if he happens to hear us."

"Shut u- shut up, Sebastian," you replied, voice shaky, and Sebastian only smirked at you as he continued to pound into you, bringing you both to your climax at last.

"Oh- oh, ah- Sebastian, Sebastian, please, I'm co-"

His reply was breathless and full of desire, his mesmerizing gaze never breaking away from yours. "Nngh- I- I believe I am as well- but where-"

"Don't mess up the sheets- inside me, please," you gasped, chest rising and falling with your frenetic breaths. You felt your hot juices spill from your hole as you let out one final cry of pleasure, legs trembling violently, and Sebastian emitted a throaty groan above you as he came as well, and you instantly felt his seed spill inside of you, your mixed juices only adding to your ecstasy.

It was a good thirty more seconds before you two finally came down from your high, faces glistening with sweat and cheeks pink. Dazed, you felt Sebastian pull out of you, and you pushed off of his hands to sit up straight, lips meeting his parted ones in a sweet closing kiss. You felt his hand leave your waist to cup your chin, kissing you back before you both pulled away, gazes still lingering on the other's lips.

Sebastian only smiled at you like usual for a little bit before his eyes widened, and suddenly he dropped his head beneath your still-open thighs to swipe his tongue over your still dripping entrance, closing his lips around it to catch all of your and his cum before abruptly straightening back up, lips sticky and wet. Flustered, you gaped at him, and he simply cocked his head at you.

"As you stated earlier- we can't allow the sheets to get stained, can we? I can't have you dripping all over the bed clothes, my dear." His smile widened as he watched your face redden, and you narrowed your eyes at him.

"Whatever. Let's just hope our performance was adequate... perhaps we can discuss the master's birthday plans in peace now."

"Yes, let's hope so. Anyway- shall we get dressed? I'll leave if you'd like me to- I wouldn't want to seem improper, watching a lady get dressed."

You cast Sebastian a beseeching glare as you climbed off of the bed and stood up, making him chuckle lightly at your expression. "Well- that'll hardly be necessary, don't you think?"

"Tsk- I suppose you're right." Sebastian stood up as well, tugging at the bed covers to straighten them out. "Perhaps we can talk as we redress? I wouldn't want to lose any time."

"That will be fine," you nodded, bending down to retrieve your top. "So, we were discussing-"

"Did you two have fun in there?"

Both you and Sebastian jerked your heads towards the door, shocked. The voice was...

...none other than Ciel Phantomhive, surely standing outside the thick door with his cane in hand and top hat upon his head, donning his usual unamused stare.

Your eyes widened, not knowing quite what to do- you were naked behind this door with the butler, and outside stood your thirteen-year-old boss. But Sebastian, witty as always, replied mischievously with: "Yes, my Lord, as a matter of fact we did- would you like to hear the details?"

There was silence- then a muttered, barely audible "You're disgusting, Sebastian" before the sound of footsteps receding echoed in the hall.

"My, you are awful." You shook your head in amusement at Sebastian, who did not reply except for a self-satisfied grin. Quietly, you both redressed, and sat down on the bed once more to resume your discussion as if nothing had happened.

Business as usual in the Phantomhive manor.