#lets wait until i got enough money to order custom made

[txtfromcellx]

God I can’t wait for Lodge Lyra to be added so she can get her own plushie

[rafedaddy01]

Babes, I literally LOVE your writing, frrr! You're so talented! And OML- you write Rafe soo good! If you take requests, I would do ANYTHING for dark!Rafe x pogue!reader (noncon would be great) where reader dares to talk back to Rafe, and he shows her who's actually in charge😩😮‍💨of course, only if you can! I hope you're okay. Love ya!❤️❤️❤️

Rafe x fem.kook.reader

Warnings: NONCON, smut, spitting kink, name calling, not really proof read

Rafe was the type to always be in control and you knew that. To be honest it was really fucking annoying. He’d think that he could control you like you were a dog humping his leg, you were a women. A very much independent women. Rafe knew of your fierce side and often would warn you not to use it.

You being the stubborn bitch that you are would not obey. Which of course would result with a punishment. Sometimes it would be light spanking. Other times it would be him luring orgasm after orgasm out of you until you were passed out. You weren’t gonna lie, at times it turned you the fuck on when he’d dominate you, but other times it would just frustrate you. He’d think that he’d bark an order and you’d obey like a good little lap dog.

Tonight was gonna be different. Tonight you’d take a stand. Put him in his place. Oh how that would be a mistake. But you didn’t know that yet. The two of you attended a party as you always do every Friday night. Rafe often sold drugs there and had quite a few buyers. What do you expect from rich teenage asshole who like to waste their parents money. “Go sit over there and wait for me” Rafe barked out at you as he went off to deal with business. You figured annoying him at the start of the night would be stupid, so you obeyed. With an eye roll ofc.

An hour passed, then two, then three. You decided enough was enough. You downed a drink and stood up, eyes scanning the room for Rafe. You spotted him lining up some coke on the table in front of the couch with people around him. Your blood boiled as he snorted it and a tall blonde next to him had her hand on his thigh. He always did stupid shit like this. But when you’d flirt with others he’d “fucking kill them” quote Rafes words.

You stormed up to him, stopping in a Superman pose with your hands on your hips. He stopped telling his blonde friend something that made her blush and turned to see you. It was almost like he had no shame for letting someone else ogle him while you sat and waited for him, his eyes scanning your pissed off face and leaning back into the couch with a sign.

“Didn’t I tell you to sit out” he spit out as the blonde hand was on his chest now

Your eyes filled with rage as you stared at him.

A smirk lifting the side of your lips. “I got tired of listening to you” you said leaning in closer. His eyes switched to a black scolding stare. He was trying to hold himself together in front of his customers, who still sat on the loungers around the two of you. “What did you say?” He said through gritted teeth as he pushed the blonde away from him.

You threw you head back in a crazed laugh. His eyes squinted at you, yours falling back on his and holding his gaze.

His fists were balled up now. “I. Got. Tired. Of. Fucking. Listening. To. You.” You said slowly. “I’m done Rafe. I’m leaving. Enjoy his small sick” you said the last part to the blonde next to him. You turned on your heel and left the group. You weren’t sure where you were going to how you were gonna get there, Rafe being your ride. But you didn’t want to be here. So you headed outside.

Your eyes filled with tears, but it was like a weight lifted off your chest. You were finally free from Rafes hold and it felt good to stand up for yourself. You started walking on the sand near the water that the beach house was by. Your enjoyed the crisp night air as you made way home. “Y/n! Where the fuck do you think your going!” A voice you knew all too well

“Rafe I told you. I’m done listening. Find someone else to be your bitch!” You shouted

“Y/n.. don’t test me” his warning tone made you laugh crazed again.

Suddenly he was right behind you. Your body froze as you turned around. Your cheeks flushed with heat as your eyes met his. There was nothing behind them. They were dark and vengeful as his chest heaved with his breathing. His hands gripped your wrists and twisted, he pulled you closer to him. His musky scent filling your nostrils.

“Let me go Rafe!” You said tugging your wrists back, but no use. His crazed stare intensified as he held you tighter. “Ow!” You winced as he gripped both your hands with one of his and the other snaking around your throat. It wasn’t hard but hard enough to let you know he could easily choke you if he wanted to. “I think you forgot who your talking to princess” he said coming up in your face that you could taste the alcohol off him

You whimpered as he gripped your throat harder, a small gasp leaving your lips in hopes to get more oxygen in. His lips curled up in a sickening snarl. His eyes darted between yours as he kissed you, you resisted but he squeezed harder.

Your mouth stopped fighting and he engulfed you with his tongue, pushing it past your teeth and practically down your throat. You didn’t want it, but you knew it’s be no use fighting. Tears left your eyes as he continued his fight with his tongue down your throat. He pulled back and you sucked in a breath as his hand let go of your hands, one of his still on your throat. “I think you need to be punished, princess” his tone was husky and it shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was.

You spit out and it landed right on his face. Big mistake. His smirk vanished as he used his thumb to wipe it off. “Naughty girl” he growled out as he pushed you to the ground.

You scoot her back into the sand, trying to get away. He shook his head as he gripped your ankles and pulled you back to him, his hand gripping your wrists once again and pushing them above your head. At this point you were wiggling around, fear cascading your body at what you knew he was capable of. But you couldn’t help the wetness soaking through your panties. What the fuck was wrong with you! His lips tangled with yours again.

“Rafe! Please!” You cried as tears streamed down your cheeks, the saltiness stinging your eyes. “Shhh, someone will hear your pretty cries, princess” he whispered in your ear as his kiss travelled down your neck, pecking it softly before pulling back. He hovered over you and his signature smug smirk was back on his face. “You should have obeyed” he said gripping your chin with his free hand.

“Never!” You said back at him. Your own face twisted in a scowl as you stared back at him with a confident stare. It was inevitable to fight him. You knew Rafe all too well and you knew what he was capable of. It was better to give into him than fight against him. “Oh, princess. You just don’t know when to stop”

He let go of your chin and lowered his hand to your jeans, unbolting them and pulling the zipper down, one of his hands still pinning both your hands above your head, never letting go

“Smile, princess. You might like what I do to you” he said.

Your eyes held his gaze as his fingers dipped into your wetness. “Why you so wet, princess?” He teased as his smirk widened as his fingers gathered some wetness on them and brought them to your lips, coating them like lipgloss. “Taste how horny you get for me!” He instructed.

Your tongue darted out and licked them as he groaned, watching you.

His hard on was poking you in the thigh as he slightly grinded it to relieve so tension. His fingers dipped back in your jeans and shimmed them a little lower as he rubbed your clit. “Rafe please!” You whined as you tried wiggling against his hold. “Easy, princess. Wouldn’t want to hurt you” he said as he pinched your clit, making you whimper and jerk at the sensation. You didn’t want this but it was no use fighting the pleasure igniting in your body. “Your dripping, princess. You sure you don’t want this” it was like he was reading your mind.

“I don’t.” You said coldly. His smirk widening. He moved his fingers lower, separating your lips and running two fingers between them. A small moan leaves your lips, his eyes darting up to yours. You turn you head to not look at him. “Hey! Eyes on me or I stop” he warns. It took everything in you not to look at him, but surly your head rolls back to his gaze. “Good girl” he praises, resuming his assault.

“Does that feel good?” He asks at his fingers wiggle there way inside you, curling up in a come here motion and pumping in and out. Your mouth hands open. His fingers are so much bigger than yours and it always felt good when he fingered you. You shook the thoughts out as you remembered he was doing this against your will.

“No” you said, voice strained as he sped up, his thumb circling your throbbing clit. “I think your pussy says otherwise, she’s squeezing me so tight. Are you gonna cum slut? Huh?” He asked, shouting the last phrase a bit to loud. You always loved being degraded at he obviously knew that, using it to his advantage. He pumped faster as your legs began shaking. The familiar feeling of an orgasm creeping up.

You heard him groan as your juices leaked out of you. He was pumping your poor pussy so hard that the squelching sound could be heard from the house if the music wasn’t blaring so loud, covering up your screams. “Go ahead, princess. Let go, show me just how much you don’t want this” he chuckled as he inserted a third finger. Your body shook vigorously as you high took over and any feeling of not wanting it or of hating Rafe and standing up to him washed out of your body. You screeched a high pitched moan as you slumped back down on his hand.

Rafe retracted his hand and brought it to his lips this time, sucking his fingers clean and groaning at your smell and taste. His eyes darted back to you, tears running down your cheeks. He brushed them off with his thumb as he caressed your face, a false hope of love he was giving you. His gaze darkened as his hand reached down to his belt and undid his pants. Your eyes widening at the realization that he wasn’t done with you.

Rafe was practically foaming at the mouth at the thought of being deep inside you. You tried wiggling free once more but a grip on your jaw made you wince in pain. “Open” he ordered. He pried your mouth open as he let his spit drop onto your shaking tongue. He closed your mouth and watched you reluctantly swallow. “Good girl” he said petting your hair like you were some fucking animal.

His dick was free now and massaging your clit as you wiggled. He slid it between your folds and groaned at the way you gripped him. A low moan betrayed your body as he started thrusting. Laying his head on your shoulder, your own rolling to the side and quietening your cry’s. He thrusted into you hard, rolling his hips slightly and loving the moans that snuck out of you.

He felt you tighten around him and he lost it. Diving into you deeper and letting you wrists go to grip the sand on either side of you. Your hand flying to his neck and gripping for dear life as an orgasm approached. Your mind in a sex haze and forgetting about not wanting it. He fucked you relentlessly. “Your never gonna get rid of me” his threat lingered as your eyes fluttered and indulged in the dark pleasure he delivered your body. His own release shaking his body as he groaned as his pumps came to a stop, still deep inside you.

His breathing picked up as you felt his dick re-harden in you. “Rafe get off me!” You said trying to push him off

He pushed you down. “Not a chance, princess. This is your punishment” he growled. “I know you want it, your pussys practically sucking me in” he started thrusting again and you groaned. Your eyes rolling as you let him use you. He was right. There was no getting rid of him. Showing him your attitude would just get you in trouble.

“I hate you!” You cried as pleasure washed through you again. “Yeah” he said with one hard thrust. “But your pussy doesn’t” he continued slamming into you. Relentlessly. His breaths coating your skin and making you shiver, goosebumps evident. “Your my little whore and don’t you forget it” he scowled.

“Please..” you moaned. “Please” he mocked you. “What do you want?” He asked coming down to your neck and biting. “I-I need to cum” you moaned. His fingers dipped to your clit circled it roughly. Edging you on. “Fuck!” You screamed. “Hold it” he sternly said

His dick twitched as he went back to pounding into you, his balls contracting with his second high hitting him and your, oh you don’t even remember how many he stole from you tonight, hit you both like a truck. He slid out of you and landed his sweaty body on yours.

“Your never getting rid of me y/n.” He said breathing heavy, “and I’m in control here. You will fucking listen to me”

@v21sstuff @rafeysworldim19 @baby19sthings

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

Teslen and the cliché coffee shop au. :)

Nikola just wanted a blasted cup of coffee. That was all.

He didn't want to wait in lines that were too long for the quality of the coffee, he didn't want to have seasonal flavors shoved into his face. He just wanted a hot drink that contained plenty of caffeine.

He should have made it at home. He would have made it at home, if he hadn't ran out during the long night he had pulled before crashing for a few hours, getting ready, and rushing out.

Nikola turned his back on the bustling over-hyped chain coffee shop and found a smaller one, more...homely looking.

It had the air of a building that had been there for a long time, quietly continuing on despite the bustle around it. But the chalkboard outside stated that it had coffee, tea, and pastry selections.

Nikola pushed open the door and was greeted with the heady scent of coffee, teas, and baked goods, but not in an overwhelming way. Just strong enough to truly entice.

The shop itself was....charming came to mind, but that wasn't quite right.

Dark woods, plenty of cozy spots to sit and drink your beverage, artwork hung on goldish-cream walls, a shelf of books that said 'Take One, Leave One'.

Despite the number of people occupying the shop, it wasn't too loud or too crowded and there wasn't a long line as Nikola walked towards the counter.

Only two people were behind the counter, but the smells drifting from the door that presumably led to the kitchen indicated that there were more people at work there.

The woman was standing at the register when Nikola got there.

"Welcome to The Sanctuary." she greeted in a lilting British accent.

"Coffee, black, largest cup you have. To go." he said, digging in his pocket for money and not looking up.

He didn't care if it was plain and bitter, he just wanted the caffeine at this point.

The woman made a sound at his order and he looked up at her, meeting blue eyes that looked slightly amused, but it was hard to tell.

"What?" he asked.

"I was impressed with you until that order." she answered, picking up a large cup and pulling a marker out of her pocket.

"Because I want it plain?"

"Because you ordered coffee."

Nikola gave her a look.

"You run a coffee shop."

"I run a tea shop that serves coffee." she corrected, the distinction apparently incredibly important from her tone.

"Why do you care? I'm giving you money."

"We're not one of those big chain shops, Mister...?"

She let the question hang, marker poised on the cup, which Nikola noticed was some sort of paper and not plastic.

"Tesla."

She scribbled his name, told him the price, and walked over to the coffee maker that did, indeed, look like an afterthought to the shop and not the main focus of the business.

Nikola dropped his money on the counter and leaned against it to watch her as she pressed some buttons.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"We take a bigger interest in our customers than being given money in exchange for below-standard beverages."

"That means you judge their orders?"

"It means we want to give them something they will enjoy, something to brighten their day, not an over-priced shot of caffeine."

Had she read his mind? Nikola just had to stare as the machine kicked into gear and coffee started to fill the empty pot.

She poured it, snapped a lid on, and put a cardboard sleeve around the cup. Nikola wondered why she had written his name when she had been holding it the whole time and he was the only one standing at her end of the counter.

"Careful. It's hot." she said, handing it to him.

Nikola took it, his eyes falling to where a nametag should have been pinned to her apron, but there wasn't one. He stared at this, thinking it was odd, then looked back up to see her smirk and realize that it looked like he had been ogling her chest.

"Helen." she said, making change.

"Well, Helen. Why does a barista care what I drink?"

"Baristas are expresso 'artists' and you won't find them here, Mr. Tesla. And I believe the woman who owns the shop and has a certain intention may care about that intention being carried out."

Nikola just stared at her, the fact that he needed to get to work far in the back of his mind at this point.

She flashed him a smile that he automatically returned, because there was something about it that his brain immediately responded to.

"So, what would you recommend for my enjoyment?"

"One of our black tea blends. Though I'm not certain which one just yet. Perhaps one of the Earl Greys."

"Hmm."

Nikola did enjoy black tea. And he was finding himself intrigued by this woman.

Someone behind Nikola cleared their throat, making him realize that a few people had come in while they had been talking.

"Well." He straightened. "I suppose I'll have to come back later and try your black tea blend."

Helen smiled again, lowering her eyes for a moment as she closed the register and wiped her hands on a cloth.

"I'm looking forward to it, Mr. Tesla." she said, meeting his gaze as she raised her eyes again.

He had the pleasant feeling that she actually meant it.

Nikola gave her one last smile before he took his coffee and headed out of the shop.

On the sidewalk, he studied The Sanctuary for a moment before turning and walking away.

Yes, he would definitely come back and not just for the tea.

[slashingdisneypasta]

M.I. again :) Thanks for the turtle gif it was very sweet. Enemies to lovers is totally my jam, so I'm glad you like it. Though, if you ask Blackie it's just a friendly rivalry where people's souls hang in the balance...harmless fun

(BTW, read the thing you wrote about Wayne and lmao..."It's not cake, only Wayne. Disappointing" is such a sick burn. And good luck on your future wedding to breeding kink grandpa lol)

1972

The woman is shaking when she comes in, tucking herself into the booth furthest from the door. Keeping a watchful, wary eye on it as she does. She's fashionably dressed. Obviously comes from money, and you doubt she's ever let a hair slip out of place until now. The gray-streaked brown strands look like they haven't been brushed today.

"What can I get you," you chirp, maintaining a cheerful air even as you notice the gun shoved haphazardly under the jumble in her partially-zipped purse.

She keeps the purse in her lap, clutching it closed as best she can. But the gun is simply too large to be entirely hidden by the small bag.

"Just coffee," she says, never once looking at you.

All the same, you notice her eyes are glassy. She's been crying.

You hurry away, breathing a silent prayer that The Cafe had flickered into view before she could do whatever it was she'd meant to do. Adding a mental note to the freshly-brewed pot that she needs decaf. The sight of the weapon has made you uneasy, bringing to mind memories of a night filled with pain and hopelessness, but if you don't get back to her before Blackie shows up...

The amount of victories to failures has finally started to skew in your favor. Not that it stops him from trying. Though you've got to admit he helps as much as he hinders, the latter is practically a compulsion for him. He's forever trying to convince you or Tommy to make a bet with him on something. Or ignore a customer in need. Just let him handle it.

"Comfort food," you whisper hastily through the kitchen window to Tommy. "Tomato soup or something light."

He nods, then tilts his chin in a warning way. Look behind you. For a moment, you freeze in fear but upon forcing yourself to turn around it's replaced by irritation.

There's Blackie. Right on time. Sauntering in through the entrance. Making a beeline for the woman as she takes out a cigarette, smoothly offering a light as he sits down. She looks startled, but thanks him without protest.

Grabbing up the coffeepot and an empty cup, you nearly sprint back to her table. Narrowly avoiding sloshing the hot liquid all over the place with how quickly you pour.

"Is he bothering you?"

Not waiting for ana answer, you fix him with a stern expression.

"Go away," you order.

He holds up his hands in surrender, vacating the booth. The ease of it makes you trust him even less.

"Blackie, I swear-" you hiss in warning, grabbing his arm with your free hand.

"I know. At me. All the time."

He looks down at your hand, then back up to meet your eyes. Giving one of those grins that leaves you feeling violent. There are worse things than a disappearing dishtowel. Like thumbtacks appearing every time you sit down, waiting until after you've given the seat a thorough, paranoid once over. Or flopping into bed to find that your pillow is actually a rock. If you go past angry words into actions, he's definitely going to retaliate. While smugly acting as if he's got the moral highground for not physically touching you.

He's practically daring you to fall back into the habit he's broken you of. Maybe even do worse than swat him with the towel. And you know exactly why. There's a nervous, would-be murderer sitting at the table. If you give in, you don't have the right to tell her violence is never the answer.

You're not losing this one.

You let go of him, wrinkling your nose in disgust when he winks at you before walking away.

"I'm sorry," you say to her, loud enough for him to hear. "He's kind of a terrible person."

"Worse than someone who gives his mistress his wife's grandmother's engagement ring?"

Spinning around, you gape at him. Blackie's behind the counter, now, leaning forward; chin resting in his hands. He flutters his lashes like some wide-eyed ingenue as you give an outraged exclamation of his name. You'd been working up to gently asking her what the not-so-secret weapon was for..

"How did you-" the woman asks faintly at the same time, the words nearly drowned out by your cry.

"What," he asks. "I'm just saying. Guy like that should be shot. Don't you think?"

He looks past you at the last question, directing the remark toward the shocked woman. Pushing off from the counter, he turns toward the kitchen window with a languid grace that makes you incredibly angry. Swanning around all nonchalant, as if he didn't just detonate a conversational bomb.

"Soup ready? I'm starving."

Tommy's glaring as hard as you are, dipping and passing a bowl through the window. Blackie takes the booth right behind your customer, in the seat facing her. Sighing, you take the empty spot he left at her table. Apologizing again for his very existence and giving her the rundown of her situation.

She's at a crossroads. The Cafe came to her because she needed help. And for the love of God, please ignore Blackie and his thousand little interjections because he's a complete dick!

"Look, it's not an easy thing, taking someone's life-"

"-Is with a gun," he interrupts, tone absent. "Just pull the trigger, keep your distance and it's almost not even your fault."

"Shut up and eat," you snap, not giving him the satisfaction of looking behind. Keeping your eyes solely focused on the woman.

You try talking her around by pointing out that killing even one of the people who'd wronged her means they'll win. She'll be the one punished. But she's fully-prepared for jail, not caring as long as they aren't breathing. It's the only way either of them will know how much this hurts.

But wouldn't it be better, you ask, to get grandma's ring back the legal way and take her husband to the cleaners in the divorce? Imagine how much he'll hate signing the alimony check every month instead of spending more on that homewrecker.

Plus, you just happen to know a guy who can recommend some absolutely ruthless lawyers. (You know he'll do that much for her, even if he is likely the one who sold her the gun. He likes to amuse himself by handing out what he deems poetic justice.)

"Could I have some of that soup," the woman asks with a watery laugh.

"Sure thing. Tommy, soup," you call, raising your voice to carry into the kitchen.

You're a little peeved that he took Blackie's obvious hint and kept his distance from the lady with the gun. As if you aren't also afraid of them.

You immediately forgive him when the woman takes the gun from her purse, freezing Tommy in his tracks and making a chill crawl up your spine. Then you sag in relief when she only slides it across the table. He finishes bringing over the soup with an air of extreme caution.

"Here. I won't need this," she says.

You pick it up gingerly, unsure what you're meant to do with it beyond passing it along to Tommy.

"Get rid of it," you say and receive a confused, helpless glance in response.

He's not sure, either. Just carries it off to the kitchen. Who knows where it'll wind up from there.

The woman eats her soup and goes on her way with a different sort of determination than the one that brought her in.

Later, the three of you gather to watch the divorce hearing of Sarah and Jonathan Berkowitz. Blackie's perched on a stool, cigar in hand. You're standing directly across from him, arms folded and one hip jutted against the counter. Tommy's just behind, his taller form meaning he has no trouble seeing over you. His hand rests on your shoulder and you're okay with that.

You've slowly come to realize that you didn't love him anymore by the time your lives ended, only clinging to the words as a point of comfort. But since you've been here, he's started to become someone you could almost like. Introspective. Thinking before he acts.

You're even glad, now, that he hid from the gun. A little sad, too, because you remember a time when the only thing that scared him was your rightful anger. Still, his lack of involvement means that when Sarah hits the jackpot in court, it only compounds your already stunning victory. Yours.

Turning your head, you throw Blackie a triumphant smirk of your own.

He touches his index finger to his forehead and nods slightly, the tiniest salute but still an amazing acknowledgement of your latest win. Your first encounter with a would-be killer (sort of, but you're not counting the one who got you) and you've managed to stop her all by yourself.

Nice of him to admit that's a pretty big deal.

Your smile turns a little more sincere. This time his answering grin -stretched too wide around the cigar- feels more like a friendly challenge than condescension.

MMMMMMMMM I AM LOVING THIS SO SO MUCH YOU'RE A GENIUS WRITER XD

I can f e e l the chemistry! Ughh. I need her to compare Tommy and Blackie so b a d-

And thank you- wedding is set for the 31st of February ^^ XD

[gatekeeper-watchman]

Daily Devotionals for June 11, 2024

Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living

Devotional Scripture:

Proverbs 18:16(KJV): 16 A man's gift maketh room for him, and bringeth him before great men. Proverbs 18:16(Amp): 16 A man's gift makes room for him and brings him before great men.

Thought for the Day

A "gift" can be looked at in two ways; first, in the sense of a bribe. Those who can afford an expensive bribe can gain an audience with great men. Blessing others with a gift is not wrong, but using it to manipulate them for a favor is wrong. We must trust the Lord to give us favor with others when we need it and not resort to manipulation methods.

Years ago, Bud and I made a missionary journey to Africa, traveling from Kenya to Uganda and then back to Kenya before returning home. We were required to have certain immunizations to enter these countries, and we thought we had everything in order. However, when we came back to Kenya from Uganda, we discovered that somehow, I had failed to have a yellow fever shot. We were not required to have these shots go into Kenya or Uganda from the USA, but when we came back through customs, they informed us that they would allow Bud to enter Kenya, but that I could not.

We had been staying in mud huts in the bush country for ten days and were very tired when we got to the airport. We were ready for a bath and a good night's sleep in a hotel! I did not want to sit at the airport overnight until our flight left for the USA the next day, so I began to testify to the man at customs. I told him that I could not possibly have yellow fever, since the Lord had healed me seventeen years earlier of all my infirmities and I hadn't had any illness since then. Furthermore, we had just prayed for many sick people in Uganda, including a lame man and a leper, and the Lord had healed them.

The customs official looked at me rather strangely, but he told me there was no way he could allow me to enter the country. I continued telling him about other miracles the Lord had done during our trip. He finally sighed and waved me through. A local man told us later that the customs official was waiting for a bribe, which is common practice. Twenty dollars would have been enough to have gotten my passage into the country. However, the Lord's favor is more valuable than what we could buy with money. Because it was God's will for us to be in Africa, He gave us favor with the man by touching his heart to allow me back into Kenya without us having to resort to bribery.

Secondly, this "gift" can be seen in God's giftings to men. The spiritual gift that God gives us will "make room for us" to gain an audience or favor with great men. The Bible relates that the apostle Paul earned the right to preach before King Agrippa (Acts 25) and other men of authority. We do not have to use gifts or money to buy our way into a situation. When we have God's gift of favor, He will make room for us.

Prayer Devotional for the Day

Dear heavenly Father, we bless You today. Thank you for the wonderful favor You give us when serving You and Your causes. You have often made a way for us when there was no way to take care of something in the natural. I am grateful for the gifts You have given us. May we always use them to bless those that You send us to. Lord, keep us from the temptation to use money as a means of manipulation but rather let us use our money to bless and help others. Lord, may we also never be guilty of using the spiritual gifts You give us to manipulate others or for self-gain. Forgive Your ministers that have succumbed to this and deliver them and change their hearts. Purify our hearts and motives, Lord, that we might bring glory to You and no reproach. I ask this in the name of Jesus. Amen.

[milkywaygg]

Confidential Affairs Chapter 10

Cosma interpretation belongs to @eripops. Ik there's a lot of chapters in this but I swear things will hit the fan soon lol. Might be posted later tonight or tomorrow. We'll see.

Month 5

Weeks had passed and Euphemia’s lie had gotten unnoticed. Despite her parents constantly trying to set dates with random business partners and having to come up with crazy excuses not to go, Euphemia was at least thankful that they’d start sending her money to help with rent once more. Because of them, they were able to shop around for baby clothes and had the ability to pay for a wedding cake tasting, where Jules basically inhaled all the samples, even from flavors she knew he didn’t like. She also got a kick out of his indecisiveness; battling between chocolate and vanilla before going with two halves with each flavor, alongside buying a pack of red velvet cupcakes for Jules to pig out on. 

Meanwhile, Jules had finally reached the point where his baby bump was completely out in the open, his shirts barely able to still cover it. Throughout the days, Euphemia had also noticed Jules’ movement was slower and was now having trouble with simple things such as reaching for a cup from their cabinet, or bending over to pick something up. Occasionally, she even had to bridal carry him up and down the stairs, not that she minded. She smiled lovingly at him as she did so, imagining herself carrying him all the way down the aisle to the limo that said “Just Married” on the back. 

Despite loving the fact that he needed more attention, Euphemia couldn’t help but worry as she watched his wobble around, barely able to move like he used to, She thought about his job and how he and his unborn would potentially have to stand on his feet for 8 hours, bending and hurting his back as he crafted beautiful bouquets for people who treat him like absolute garbage and having to stress out about multiple orders from people too lazy to grow their own flowers. Deciding to take a break from her secret job searching, Euphemia turned off her computer and left the room, taking a seat on the couch to watch TV as she waited for Jules to get home from work.

“Oh? Euphemia! I’m surprised you’re home.”, Jules’ voice suddenly made an entrance through the room, alongside the sound of a closed door, “You usually don’t get home until late.”

“Meh..they let me go early. We uh…ended up having some technical difficulties with the servers. Plus..we were slow.”, Euphemia said, kissing Jules’ cheek, before noticing his tired, and somewhat sad face, “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Bad day.”

“The worst.”, Jules sighed, collapsing onto the couch next to his fiance, “A lot of the customers today were just…so rude for no reason…I-my mind has been so scrambled lately trying to take care of this baby and planning our wedding, I-I’ve been messing up on taking orders and preparing them. I’ve lost count of how many times I had apologized to them, and a few of them even complained about me to my supervisor. Calling me stupid…useless…”

“Oh hell no…”

“That’s not even the worst of it!”, Jules sighed, wiping small tears off his cheeks, “She came back.”

“She? What are you-oh…you mean that bitch back from when I visited you at work?”

“Yes..I was barely able to block her wand spells. I think if I had just been a little bit bigger, then she’d probably have gotten me.”

Euphemia shook as she listened to Jules vent, her magical cores boiling and her blood fuming. If only she knew where she lived. Euphemia wanted no more than to turn Karen into a toad and keep her like that for the rest of her life. She knew her magic was powerful enough. Unlike most fairies, her transforming spells were permanent to her victims, regardless if their fagiggly gland was perfect or not. She remembers the time she had to turn one of her bullies into a fly in high school, not for pounding her or shoving her in the locker, but for smacking Jules’ behind in a flirty way. If only she could have been there for him now..

“Well..maybe it’s time.”, Euphemia started, “I’ve been thinking, you’re on your 5th month now, and..I think it’s time you talked to your boss about taking paternity leave, or quitting.”

“Quit my job? Why?”

“I can’t help but think about our baby, and lately, you just look like you’ve been struggling a lot.”

“Not more than I had normally been.”

“Well sweetie..it’s not just that.”, Euphemia started, massaging Jules’ somewhat tense shoulders, “I’ve been thinking about after the baby is born, and I just can’t help but wonder if you would want to become a house husband. You know, so you can take care of the baby while I’m working.”

“That wouldn’t be a bad idea, but you know, I’ve worked there for 5 years now, and I absolutely love doing it. It would hurt having to leave.”

“You have your flowers in your garden to still tend to. Plus, would you rather spend a bunch of money having a stranger taking care of your little baby rather than doing it yourself for free?”

“I guess when you put it that way..”, Jules thought.

“And it really wouldn’t make sense for me to quit because, no offense sweetheart, but I do bring in more cash than you.”

“Well..”, Jules pondered for a moment. He had loved tending to his flowers and watching fairies fall in love over red roses every day since he had started his job. He loved watching women present the roses to their husband and getting some rather passionate kisses in return. He event had the pleasure of watching a proposal right in front of the counter; his co-workers yelping and cheering for the eloped couple. There was no doubt in his mind that he loved working at the flower shop and no amount of Karens or rude customers could level out the love flowing through the air.

But the more Euphemia tried to explain to him, the more he couldn’t help but agree with her. Of course, leaving the flower shop would hurt, but his parents had often taught him that no family could be healthy or strong without a few sacrifices here and there, and knowing how much Euphemia had sacrificed since he had told her about his pregnancy, Jules felt as if it was his time to return the favor.

“Well…if this it what you want.”, Jules said, smiling softly but sadly as Euphemia returned the look, stroking his seaweed colored hair.

“Trust me. I only want what’s best for you and our little one. Just let me handle everything on the finance end from now on. Until this wedding and baby comes, I want you to take it easy for a little while. Just do whatever household chores you can without hurting yourself and you’ll be doing more than your share.”

“Well..I…ok but, you know I can still help out, right? I mean,I’m not THAT big yet.”

“Sweetheart, just do this for me. Please?” Euphemia begged as she squeezed Jules’ hand, before earning a nod, kissing his lips passionately before snuggling up against him, “You know I love you right?”

“Of course. I love you too, hunny bunny.”

[sugarakis-p2]

Happy Birthday from Tenko!

Shigaraki just wants to get back to the hideout when he bumps into his old crush. His babysitter from when he was Tenko. You feel so familiar, so friendly to him, as you chat about your upcoming birthday, even though he can't remember you he wants you. You recognizes him right away but he appears to be dating a teen. Shigaraki is not going to let you walk out of his life.

Warning: Non/con stalking Shigaraki. Chubby darling, cake eating, tit licking, size kink, deflowering, older woman/younger man, bad words, specific mc body type, etc. too tired

“Pllllleeeeeaaaaaaasssseee, Tomura-Kun,” Toga begged.

“No! It’s early, no money, and nothing is open. Quit bothering me,” Shigaraki growled at Toga. He hated being alone with her. She’s like an annoying little sister.

“But I’m hangry. Oh, I can get us money,” She said, skipping off after a guy. Shigaraki didn’t notice until she ran up beside him, short of breath with a fistful of bloody yen. He stares at the little psycho. 

“What? I didn’t like him enough to kill him. Now can we get something to eat?” Toga whined until he agreed. The only place open was a bakery. Even this early, there was still a customer taking their sweet time. He really hated this. Toga shoved the wade of bloody money in his pocket and ran to wash up.

While waiting for the customer to stop jabbering, he looked at her plump round ass. He was almost hypnotized by it. He was starting to have lewd thoughts about biting and smacking it. Her hair is long and silken. He isn’t the type to hold back, but even he was surprised when he thought there was something familiar about her and leaned in close.

“I got the order, miss. Does your boyfriend want anything?” The cashier asked.

“Boyfriend? What boyfriend?” She turned to see Shigaraki holding a lock of hair to his nose, pressing the silken dark chocolate strands to his cracked lips, inhaling deeply with hooded lids. She smells like sunshine and warm fresh linen. She yelps and jerks away. Freezing when she gets a good look at his face.

“T-t-t-tenko? Tenko Shimura? Is that you?” She asked suddenly near his face on tiptoe. Close enough to kiss those pretty lips. Her large doe eyes roam over him, warm and brown, before giving him the broadest brilliant smile he has ever seen. Her soft features made his heart race. She is an earthen goddess, very exotic, and she only has eyes for him at this moment. 

His eyes can’t help but dart down to her small perky chest. He bet he could fit a whole one in his mouth. Her voluminous soft round curves. He wanted to touch her tanned skin. Something about her felt so familiar. Tenko is not a name he has heard in a long time. He vaguely remembers a young girl like you saying it.

“Have we met?” He wonders aloud.

“It's me! Your old babysitter. Oh my, you’ve really grown. Look how tall you’ve gotten. Your eyes and hair are a different color,” You nervously tittered as he loomed. Devouring you with his gaze. God, he wants to rail you so bad. You are so cute and soft looking, chubby and curvy in all the right ways. He wants to sink into you and get lost.

“It’s me, Tenko. What have you been up to?” He attempts awkward conversation. What he really wants to know is where you live. He feels like a predator that has locked onto prey and wants an easy hunt. Catch you relaxed and vulnerable. You chuckled and flipped your hair.

“I haven’t seen you since I was ten. Wow, Tenko. Well, I worked aboard for the past three years, but I’m back now. Oh, I’ve been back for about four months, just in time for my birthday in a week. That’s one of the things I was doing here, ordering my birthday cake while I picked up the office’s coffee order. By the way, what are you doing in the nex-,” You were saying. Talking to him casually like an old friend when Toga walked up.

“What are we ordering? Did you order?” Toga asked him. He saw it on your face, the puzzled, repulsed expression as your eyes darted from Toga back to him. You were about to invite him to your birthday, he just knows it, and Toga ruined it. He was itching to decay Toga. She ordered for them making it worse, “Two coffees. And a dozen honey almond cookies with green tea frosting.”

“Oh, is this your girlfriend?” You asked him. Your voice dripping with disgust.

“What this? Hell no,” he says, quickly shoving Toga away from him.  

“Hey, what the hell TS? You need extra sugar in your coffee. See if it makes you sweeter, meanie,” Toga whined, sticking her tongue out at him.

“So, how do you two know each other?” You asked with a cocked brow.

“Coworker!”

“Big brothers club!” They answered at once. He is going to choke Toga. Your face fell more. He could feel it. A wall had just been bricked up between the two of you.  

“Right. Well, it was nice seeing you again. I should get this order to work,” you said flatly.

“Wait, we should exchange num-fuck!” he rasped as you hurriedly walked out of his life. He gave Toga a death stare while he paid with the bloody crumpled Yen dropped on the counter in front of the cashier.

“I get nose bleeds,” Toga says flatly.

“Yeah, gushers,” Shigaraki gravels. The cashier looked disturbed but took the money and told them to have a nice day. Shigaraki turns to leave with his coffee, enraged he can’t see you on the street. The sun is coming up, and soon it will be too crowded for them. Toga follows cheerfully, sipping coffee. He is about to unleash his fury on her when she giggles at him.

“You are so obvious Tomura-Kun. So, that’s your type, huh? I bribed the cashier. Here’s the receipt. She paid with the company card and picks up coffee for the office at the same time daily,” Toga smirks. He snatches the receipt, shoving it in his pocket, he'll get the address off it later. He desperately wanted to look at it, but they needed to get going.

“Good job, you creepy little stalker. Give me a cookie,” he demands.   

The following week you are plagued with bad luck. You just feel this menacing vibe that you are constantly being watched. It got to the point you are thinking about getting an exorcism. Things in your house seemed to move around. Has your food been missing? Where is all your underwear? It doesn’t matter, you won’t need them for tonight.

You have a special birthday date with Fujisawa-san. He is so handsome and has been asking you out for months. You finally decided to grace him with your presence. You’re going to a fancy sushi place, drink sake, fuck his brains out and eat cake.

You look at yourself in the mirror. Admiring how this dress highlights all the right parts. When you get older, you don’t need a huge party. You are the party. You are going to get rid of your virginity. It wasn’t like you were saving it for anything special. It just never seemed to happen. The guys you picked turned out to be jerks, or you felt too nervous about being naked in front of them. Fujisawa-san seemed nice, and it’s not like you’re getting younger. Might as well say fuck it and enjoy yourself. You put on your lipstick and make your way to the restaurant.

A dark figure with a bag unlocks the back door as you leave through the front. He has been watching you for a week for this moment. Shigaraki tosses his bag under your bed. That’s going to be a part of his birthday present for you. Nothing irks him more than the thought that you were going to ask him on a date but changed your mind because of Toga. Shigaraki has some time. He goes through his rituals. Shifting and sniffing through your dirty underwear and pocketing his favorite.

Rooting through your frig. Hoping there is something you have taken a bite of. Shigaraki saw the box for your small personal cake. He takes a quick peek. The scent of spring peaches and natural vanilla makes his mouth water. He is going to have so many peaches in his mouth today. He licks your clit stimulators. Disappointed you clean them every time.

He moves on to your makeup. Pulling out the shade you used. Popping off the top to lick it and kiss the stick that has touched your lips. He swears he tastes a little of you on it. He shudders and sighs in longing. This indirect kiss isn’t enough. Shigaraki’s cell pings. He checks it. He better start getting ready. Turns out your date ended early.

You sat across from Fujisawa-san and wondered what the hell happened to him. He was not acting the same. Fujisawa immediately sat down and started eating. It was like he hit his head because he was rude and insulting. 

“Are you feeling ok?” you asked after a half hour of awkward conversation and only received head nods or grunts.

“Yeah, fine. Is something wrong with you?” Fujisawa snapped back. Oh boy, you must have been mistaken about Fujisawa. You drank all the sake. When you both reached for the last piece of sushi, he leaned forward and whispered, “Don’t you think you’ve had enough? You gained weight, haven’t you?”

The smack you landed on his cheek rang out in the restaurant. You will not be humiliated on your birthday like this. You thought he was a good man, but he taught you a lesson. You feel like crying as you hail a cab. Across the street, Mr. Compress texts Shigaraki letting him know Toga did a perfect job.

“Seems like a lot of work to get the creeper laid,” Dabi saws watching your date crumble into ash.

“Normally, I would agree. However, Toga and Shigaraki have hobbies. Indulging them keeps them stable with us. I enjoyed performing that sleight of hand and lifting her keys,” Compress response. Dabi lights a cigarette with a corpse and shakes his head.

Shigaraki waited for you to come home in the bedroom closet shirtless. He didn’t have to wait long before he heard you stomp into your apartment. Tossing your purse across the room. Snatching up a pillow and screaming in it. Red face and full of fury.

A beautiful sight to him. But just about anything you do that makes you wiggle provocatively, he likes. You yank off the dress and toss that too. Damn, Toga must have really let loose. No panties as you go into the bathroom to wipe off your makeup.

You wear your oversized nightshirt, turn off the lights and crawl onto your bed. This is perfect. He is about to slip out when a buzzing sound fills the room. He stops and watches, letting his eyes adjust. He sees your hand working a vibrator over your clit.

Shigaraki’s red eyes are transfixed, watching your plump lips wrap around the toy, your clit engorged. Your sweet little noises mix with the buzz. He’s growing painfully hard as he watches your pussy get sloppy wet, glistening with juices that start to drip on the blankets. Your eyes are closed as your head lolls to the side, rocking with your body as you hump the toy.

Shigaraki is at his damn limit. He slips out and slowly pulls his bag out. You are so busy you don't notice him until you feel the bed sink under his weight. Your eyes shoot open, and you open your mouth to scream, only to have some fabric violently shoved past your lips with a large hand clamped over your mouth. You flail, trying to kick and hit. There is a metal click around one wrist and then a forceful capture of your other wrist. Handcuffing you to your headboard.

“Behave yourself,” a voice gravels above you, eerily calm. Three fingers digging harshly into your cheeks. You stop struggling when you recognize the voice. It takes you a moment to focus on the face. But it’s him, Tenko.

“Temo?” you mumble. His feral manic expression softens.

“Yeah, it’s me. Happy birthday, birthday girl. You left before I could get your number. That was rude. But I still found you so I'll forgive you. I will take my hand away, but you have to promise not to scream. If you scream, I will hurt you,” he says. Playing with your chest over your shirt, tweaking your nipple before gripping your front with all five fingers. You jerked and squeaked when it turned to dust. He brushes the remains of the shirt away with the back of his hand. He had practiced this move just for this moment. One of his many gifts to you.

“Do you believe me?” he asks coldly. You nod your head frantically. He pulls your panties out of your mouth and pockets them again, “I want to give you a birthday present. I’m going to help you finish what you were doing.”

You whimper as he shifts, leaning over the bed to pick up something. You start to struggle again to no avail. You don't want his present. But the handcuffs are sturdy. He pulls the cake up from under the bed and places it between your legs. You tremble, your heart pounding so hard it’s impossible to think. You can taste the saltiness of your tears as they trickle down and dance on your tongue. Shigaraki dips his fingers in the frosting with an evil smile. His eyes dance with wicked thoughts as he watches you squirm.

“T-t-tenko, please don’t. I’m sorry about the misunderstanding. I-I-I,” you start to say when you flinch at his touch. Spreading frosting on your nipples while ignoring what your saying. In a panic, you blurt out, “What will your girlfriend think?”

Smile faltering, he moved the cake aside and shook his head.

“I told you she wasn’t my girlfriend. We’re criminals. I couldn’t say she’s my killing buddy, now could I? See, you are giving me that pretty wide-eyed look of fear. If you had done that in the bakery, I would have bent you over the counter and ravaged this tasty body,” he growled, looming over you with his tongue lolling. You squealed and tried to squirm from his mouth, aggressively coming towards your chest.

He found this game amusing. Like you could escape, it was adorable and pathetic, just how he likes you.  

“Nom!” he snorts when he captures your breast. Attempting to suck the whole thing in his mouth. You shriek in terror. He growls like a rabid dog, threatening to bite it off like an apple if you shriek again, grazing with his teeth to be sure you understood. You understand and shake in terror as he slurps and sucks at your breasts. Cock rubbing on your thigh. It's hot and heavy, scary even through the pants. 

Kneading them like dough, cautious with his fingers while he played with your tits. He licks all the frosting off, moving to the other breast. Tweaking and pinching your nipples until they peek and pebble under his tongue. When he is done, he sits up and licks the rest of the frost from his fingers.

“Peaches and cream. Mmmm, soft and warm,” he beams. He watches you as he frees his beast of a cock. Letting it hit your belly. You yelp in fear, jerking and trying to back away. It’s hot, huge, and keeps growing the longer you look at it. You think of it as a monster that could easily terrorize a village of virgins. It’s too big for the first time. The thought of it going inside you makes you sob.

“Open for me,” he barks, gripping your thighs and pulling you back to him.

“No! No! Please, I’m still a virgin, and that’s too big. You will never fit, Ten,” you cry.

“Virgin? Never had a virgin before. Calm down. I’ve watched enough porn to know this will fit. You are already wet, but since it’s your birthday, I can push the petals open more,” he rasps. Roughly forcing your legs open. Cruelly shoving a saliva-coated finger in. Crying out at the painful invasion, you tremble and clench to push him out.

“Wow, one finger is a lot for you. So, tight,” he chuckles. His finger is longer and thicker than anything put in you before.

“Please…..no….Ten, it hurts,” you mewl. He slowly pumps his finger in and out.  

“Careful with that name, birthday girl. Knowing it is what got you in trouble in the first place. No one calls me that anymore and that’s how we are going to keep it. Can’t have you running around using that name, getting yourself into trouble. Fuck, you are tight. Need to spread you more,” he says more to himself, adding another finger and scissoring.

All of his attention focused on your warm slick cunt glistening with juices. How your muscly walls are resistive to his touch. He reaches in deeper, to his knuckles, and rubs a soft spot. You shudder and mewl. This may not have been a waste of time. He just found your sweet spot.

“It hurts. You won’t fit. Please! We can do something else,” you weep. Your pussy twitches on his fingers. You glance at his cock again. It's rubbing and leaking all over you. Thick and sagging under its own weight. It looked angry as the red tip dribbled. He smirks when he notices where your eyes are at.

“It's ok, you can look as much as you want. Do something else. On your birthday! That would just be selfish of me. Just relax. It’s ok. There, there, breathe. Come on, you’re alright. I'll do most of the work. You just rest. You feel so damn hot and wet. I will be nice,” he soothed. Stroking your hair and planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Don’t,” you whine. Your cute blush and whimpers are pushing Shigaraki to his limit. Your pussy flutters as his fingers send shivers of pleasure through you.

“Oh, don’t tighten up. Are you close? So, damn pretty. Your little pussy is quivering. I think it’s about time,” Shigaraki announces. Pulling out his fingers and licking them clean, “Mmmm…peaches, and cream.”

“You are so lewd. Don't look. It's embarrassing,” you flustered when he spread you wide. You squirmed under his filthy gaze at your sex, straining to close your legs. He doesn't let you. He looked like a happy kid. He looked like Tenko again, which made you even more ashamed. He drags his cock over your pussy with a happy hum. Mixing your slick with his, the leaking head rubbing between your folds.

“N-n-n-no way is that going to fit!” You shout as he lines himself up to your little hole, notching and gripping your waist.

“It will be ok. Don’t worry. It will fit,” he snarls with a harsh thrust. You shrieked again as his head pushed past your hymen. It stings on your insides. A deep burning pain. His cock stretches you past your limits. 

“It huuuuurrts,” you groan. He looks at you with a moment of surprise. He grinds hard, his length demanding more, and you whimper in pain.

“Huh, it’s not going in at all. It’s only the head, and already you are still too tight. Relax. Shhhh. Calm down and spread yourself wider. It will stop hurting after a while,” he comforts, with more petting and kisses. He lightly bucks his hips to ease in slower.

“No, I can’t,” you wail with your eyes squeezed tight.

“There, there, it already went in a little bit further than before.”

“Really? Then we’re all done?”

“You’re cute. One last big thrust should do it. I’ll make it quick. Better than drawing out your suffering. Here we go,” he says, gripping your hips harshly to hold you in place. Before you can scream no, he pushes hard into your tight cunt with one severe snap of his hips.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow,” you cry at the sudden burning fullness. It feels like he is rearranging your innards just for him.

“It went in all the way. See! You did so well,” he praises with a kiss. This one to your lips. He tastes like tang, cigarettes, vanilla, and sweet peaches. His tongue licking at yours. His rough, cracked lips lightly scrape against your soft ones. He pulls away and encourages you to look where you are connected.

“It did go in all the way,” you say, shocked. The whole thing went in! Your mind reels. You thought he would be worse, but he has been surprisingly gentle while he violates you against your will.

“Alright, now that I’ve let you adjust and open up that flower, it’s time for the main event.”

“What? That wasn’t the end?”

“You are a cutie. No, my dick went in, is all. I will be gentle with my first virgin. My special birthday girl…..at first,” he smirks.

“Huh?” It was hard to think, but you squealed when his cock began to slowly move back and forth in the center of your core. He nuzzles the side of your head, holding you close, planting kisses between praising you for being a good birthday girl.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you being cruel and kind?”

He stills, lifting out of his embrace enough to look at you, his crimson eyes studying your hurt expression. You can feel him growing harder in you.

“That’s an odd question. Because I want to and your special. After all my changes physically and mentally, you still recognized me all these years later, so you must have thought about me. You’re luscious, caring, and your body delicious. You’re not like me, and I want to corrupt you. Yeah, I like the thought. I'm going to be your first and shape you to me…..I can be rougher if that’s what you want?”

“No, please,” you beg. Shigaraki embraces you again, whispering in the cone of your ear.

“Then stop asking stupid questions and take every inch and drop of my gift to you,” he hissed. You whimper in fear that you opened your mouth too much. But Shigaraki continued with his delicate, even pace, working your cunt to him. 

“Ah-oh-oh-ah,” you moaned. His hot panting mixes with the sounds of the wet slaps of your flesh. Your mind starts to feel like it’s going numb as you adjust to the pain. It no longer burns. It just stings as his length pumps in you, grinding against your cervix. A while later, it’s a sharp sting followed by a pleasant tingle as he rubs against a sweet spot in you. Slowly his hips buck harder, his pants picking up with his pace, the jerking of his hips becomes sporadic, and then a hot warmth spreads in your middle. His cock twitches in you, then it feels….nice.

He lifts with a grin looking at your quivering pussy. Your shaking body, lust-blown eyes, heaving chest. His cock still squirting hot jets of cum in you.

“Do virgins normally bleed this much? Why do you have such a pained expression?” he asks.  

 “I don’t know. It hurts. Are we done?”

“Not yet. Your pussy is really tight. Felt like my cock was being crushed for the first half. Hard to keep control like that. You should be fine after you cum. Flip on your knees,” he instructs. He grabs your ankle and helps you while staying inside. You shriek again. He pulls a glove on he had in his pants. Licks his two middle fingers, hunches over you, and wedges his hand between your thighs to press on your clit.

This time he is so deep and harsh that you cry out with each rough rut. He humps hard and fast. Not bothering to be gentle. Now he is whispering filthy possessive things in your ear.

“All mine. My tight virgin pussy. You are gripping and clenching down so hard. This is how you like it, huh? You turned into my little slut real quick. I can feel you are about to cum. What a good birthday, girl. Cum on my dick,” he growls.

Hot shudders of pleasure rack through you. Shigaraki works his cum in deeper with each hump. He is like the beast you initially suspected he was. Your clit pulses as he rubs tight circles. Oh god, you are going to cum. You can feel it is building and cresting quickly.

“No! I don’t want to! No! I'm cumming. I don't want to!”

“Too bad,” he growls. Bucking faster until you both scream. Shivering and shaking as tingles up ecstasy shoot through you. You came! You came hard on Tenko! You came at the same time!  You feel so good and ashamed. His cock twitches relentlessly. More hot jets of cum spread in you. It’s the same wonderful sensation of hot coco warming you from the inside on a cold winter night. You gasp for breath. Shigaraki’s eyes roll in the back of his head as he grits his teeth. It feels like you are one person for an infinite moment until he pulls away.

Unlocking your cuffs and holding you to his steaming body. You are so foggy; you can hear him mumbling sweet nothings to you in the background of your mind.

Next thing you know, he is feeding you cake. Sharing the same spoon and holding you like a lover.

“Happy birthday. I already made a copy of your key. Don’t bother going to work tomorrow. Your present is all of me. But to collect, you must be with me. You're mine from now on. I won't have my girl trying to escape. Not after I made you blossom and opened up your pussy,” Shigaraki rasped.

You wearily nod your head. What choice do you have? He's going to keep you, and you both know it. Slumping against him, dripping cum form your sore used pussy. He kisses you.

“Good girl,” he grins deviously, “Mmmm…peaches, and cream.”   

 

[writers notes: This is a gift, with a specific MC body type. Don't be a jerk and complain about how you don't have small tits, or long hair, etc. It's nice that they are willing to share so be kind, rewind and chill]

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Having Ningguang as a regular at your Coffee Shop

Characters: Ningguang x gn!reader

AU: Barista!AU

Warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: The original request by @bluesandpiper contained 6-7 AUs with different characters, but since I don’t want to keep you waiting until I’m finished with all of them, I’m just going to post them separately whenever I’m done with one.

I hope I got Ningguang right, she's not exactly a character that's too easy for me to write, so if I did something wrong, just tell me and I'll try again

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Ningguang

While you couldn’t exactly remember when or why you started making small-talk with Ningguang each morning as she ordered something to drink, it quickly became part of your morning-routine, your chats starting to resemble small-talk less and less with each day until they turned into actual conversations.

Before long, days where Ningguang didn’t visit the Coffee-shop started to feel like they were missing something—or rather someone. Your co-workers, not missing your less happy behaviour, quickly put two and two together, causing them to tease you about your “crush” while trying to persuade you to do something about it. And while you weren’t too sure if they did it because they cared or simply due to the lack of other interesting things happening, their words started echoing in your head every time Ningguang walked through the door.

As you finally finished setting up everything and flipped the sign outside of the door, signalling to whoever passed the building that the shop had opened, you let out a long-drawn yawn. While staring your shifts early wasn’t something you weren’t used to, you still couldn’t help but wonder why your boss was so stubborn about opening at least an hour before the competition. Sure, the amount of customers was large enough to justify continuing to do so, but they still weren’t comparable to the number of visitors later in the morning.

While you were still too busy silently wishing you had went to bed earlier the night before, you almost didn’t notice the door open, only to let out a small sigh of relief when you saw that it was Ningguang.

“Oh, good morning, Ningguang! You’re here earlier than expected”, you greeted, trying your best to cover your tiredness up with a smile, only for Ningguang’s silent stare to make you realise that she had long noticed.

“Work”, she stated, causing you to silently thank whatever gods were out there that had made her decide not to mention it while simply nodding in response. When Ningguang eventually made her order, you weren’t all too surprised by her ordering 2 cups of coffee—something she used to do from time to time—what you were surprised though, was her offering you one of them immediately after paying.

“You do look like you need it more than me, or am I wrong?”, she asked, although the small look of amusement on her face made it obvious enough that she already knew the answer.

“Thanks…”, you sheepishly answered while making a mental note to wash your face with cold water the next time you were on break, taking your first sip a few seconds after Ningguang, only for the two of you to quickly move on and have your usual chat. That was, until you were interrupted by the sound of the door opening as the next customer entered the shop, causing Ningguang to take a brief look at her watch before ordering another cup of coffee.

And while that would normally have been the end of your interaction until the next time you met, you couldn’t help but feel as if your conversation had been cut short, causing you to quickly scribble your phone number on the cup, something that’d probably cause you to lie awake at night and cringe later that day, handing it to her and receiving her money in turn.

But as Ningguang walked out of the shop and you were about to put the money into the cash register, you noticed a small piece of paper among the coins, slightly blushing once you made out the numbers written on it, realising that it also was a phone number, only for your thoughts to eventually get interrupted by an order.

And while you finished your shift as if nothing happened, the small piece of paper never left your mind.

[peanutpinet]

Fear - Alpha Jungwoo x Omega Fem Reader

A/N: So!! I've officially hit 300 followers on Tumblr and an honour for this and my 69th post 😏 (no smut I swear), I decided to dedicate this fic to a good friend I made on Tumblr, @mymoodwriting!! Lin!! This one is for you :]

Warning: fluff, near harassment, torture, Jungwoo being aggressive :D

Summary: you were an omega that managed to escape to the city and make a living with your natural talents. Despite loving the freedom and independence, your omega side decides something else; especially when a soft alpha pops by

Don’t have too high of an ambition they said. You’re just an omega, don’t think highly of yourself. You’re just made to be an alpha’s mate in the end. That’s what everyone kept telling you. Even your own pack back in the small town you used to live in. Well, they were wrong. Just because you were an omega, it doesn’t mean you can’t have ambitions.

So here you are, working for an upper-class cafe in the centre of the city that is dedicated to the wealthiest, flashiest alphas and betas from all over the country. Sometimes you’d like to thank the universe for gifting you with such amazing baking skills because that was the main reason why you were you were accepted; even though you secretly know that it was also because of your omega scent which most of the alphas would smell. But you were lucky because so far, no alphas have actually made a move or anything towards you.

You were happy in the city. Granted, you didn’t stay in the best place nor did you have a lot of money to be able to spend a lot on yourself. However, you weren’t too picky about it. You were quite content that you could get a decent place and good enough pay to live in the city and still enjoy the little pleasures of life.

Today was no difference. You woke up at 6 am as per usual, took a shower, got dressed and headed to the cafe where you worked. Since you typically took the morning shift, there was little to no staff but you didn’t mind, you enjoyed the quiet time. You put on your earphones and started to prepare all the pastries for the day.

However, you failed to notice that there was a customer that had already come into the store and was wondering where the staff were. Typically, the cafe would open as early as 6.30 and there would be others that would tend to the early morning customers. But for some reason, today, it was you and the other pastry chefs.

“Um, excuse me, is there anyone here?” a male voice called out

But despite the soft tone, your omega self immediately noticed that it was an alpha and for some reason, your omega self caved in and pushed you to go out of the kitchen to greet the alpha that was waiting outside. This was one of the few downsides of being an omega, especially in the big city.

“H-hi, welcome. Sorry, for some reason, w-we, we’re short on staff this early in the morning. C-can I get you something?” you stuttered, mainly because your omega side was slightly cowering, that is until you met the alpha’s gaze that quickly soften when he saw you

“Oh, hi! I didn’t know. Sorry that I had to make you come out. But my usual coffee shop is closed today, for some weird reason. And I heard that this place makes some of the best coffee and pastries. I’ll just have a typical americano and some pastries. What would you recommend?” the alpha asked, eyeing all the different pastries

“R-right away. For the pastries, I’d recommend getting our famous tartes or eclairs. We just made some fresh batch in the back. I can bring them to you if, if you’d like” you offered, keying in the alpha’s order

“One tarte and eclair then! I’ll be right by the window then. Oh, and the name is Jungwoo. For the coffee, you know. Cause coffee shops would typically call the name though you probably don’t have to since I’m the only one here this early” the alpha, Jungwoo mentioned, handing you his black card to pay

“No worries. I’ll get your order very soon, Jungwoo. Just let me whip you some coffee” you replied, giving him a soft smile and handing him back his card before going to make some coffee

Even though you typically handle the pastries and baking goods, it doesn’t mean that you don’t know how to make coffee. I mean, you practically run on coffee every day. After whipping the alpha, Jungwoo’s coffee, you packed the two pastries he ordered then went over to his table, handing it to him.

“Here you go. A cup of americano, one tarte and one eclair for Jungwoo” you mentioned, handing him his order as he turned to see you, his eyes were so soft that if you weren’t an omega, you might’ve not known that he was an alpha

“Thank you. Sorry again for having you go out of your daily job to fetch me these” Jungwoo replied, taking a sip of the coffee you made and let out a content hum

“As expected a delicious coffee made by a gorgeous girl. Looks like I found my new favorite coffee shop” Jungwoo hummed as you felt the heat rising to your cheeks. If Jungwoo couldn’t tell that you were an omega, he surely must have now by how your omega side was jumping with excitement that an alpha was praising you

“Unfortunately. As much as I want to stick around, I have to leave for a meeting with my pack very soon. I hope to see you often, cupcake” Jungwoo exclaimed, getting up and winking at you before he leaves

Snapping out of your thoughts, you were about to clean the table where Jungwoo had sat but noticed a small piece of paper with Jungwoo’s name and what seems to be his phone number plus some money for tips. Very smooth, you thought to yourself. As much as you’d like to take the money as a tip, Jungwoo gave around 100 dollars which was too much and you just kept it until the next time he comes.

Ever since that meeting, Jungwoo has been showing up at the cafe not only in the mornings but even during lunch break. At first, he would just pop by and order with someone else and just sit by his favourite spot of the cafe which was near the window, sip on his coffee and secretly glance over at you that was working at the back but occasionally come out to hand Jungwoo his order.

But soon after, Jungwoo had been a bit more daring, requesting you to order. Which you didn’t mind and even your co-workers would also nudge you whenever Jungwoo came to the cafe. The two of you even got to talk a bit more every time Jungwoo would come and visit. Though, you truly wonder if he knows that you’re an unclaimed omega and is playing with you.

As much as your omega side loves to be around Jungwoo, feeling safe and all, you can’t help but feel that it was just a dream. An alpha not even jumping at the chance to claim an unclaimed omega? Or were your omega senses messing with you that you accidentally established him as an alpha? You sighed at the thought. Maybe when you have the week off thanks to your heat, it’ll bring you some answers. Thankfully, your boss and co-workers were nice enough to not cut your payment and even gave you some suppressants to keep you tamed.

Today, you were allowed to go home early since you were expecting your heat to come in 2 days so might as well get home early so you don’t draw so much attention. Unfortunately, your omega side was betraying on you because it keeps longing for Jungwoo. The thought alone made your body heat up and you didn’t notice that your scent was slowly seeping through the streets that some were eyeing you.

You need to get home. Now. You quickly took longer steps and in a faster paced, trying to get home as fast as you can before any betas or worse, any other alphas would come after you. It was also at this time that your omega side sort of mentally cursed at you for not telling Jungwoo anything which you decided to mentally curse back by implementing the thought that he was practically a flirt. Well, you’ve only seen him slightly flirt with some of your other co-workers and that sort of made your omega side burning with jealousy. But luckily, none of them actually got Jungwoo’s number like yours.

As you were in your own thoughts, you got a notification, a message from Jungwoo. Asking why did you leave the cafe early. You were about to reply him when someone snatched your phone and before you could react, you were dragged and pinned to the nearest wall, a hand covered your mouth to muffle your voice, a simple snarl and it immediately made your omega side cower in fear, wishing, praying that someone, perhaps Jungwoo, would come to save you.

You tried your best to fight back, you really did. But since you were just an omega, the lowest amongst this system that you hate, you had to oblige to those who are in more power than you are. You hated it. You hate the feeling of being weak, and helpless. Because if you weren’t a werewolf, you were sure that you would most likely fight back without any hesitation.

“Well, well, an omega going to heat in the city? Where’s your alpha? Or perhaps you don’t have one? Maybe we’ll take you with us and we’ll take care of you, huh?” one of the betas purred at your ear whereas the other one was caressing your cheek

Despite your omega side repressing itself, it doesn’t discreet the fact that you were clearly uncomfortable and would shift yourself to try and wiggle out but the two betas were eager to keep you in place. You feel disgusted that your omega side was betraying you and being submissive that these disgusting betas had their hands all over you that you were whimpering.

Luckily, before these betas could do anything, you felt that their hands were ripped off of you and for some reason, your omega side started to calm down and you instantly know why that side of you calm down because when you opened your eyes, you immediately saw that tall broad shoulder yet snatched waist. But this time, he wasn’t alone. He was with two other men, one taller and another one slightly shorter than Jungwoo himself.

Within seconds, Jungwoo and the two other men managed to put down the two betas and even stepped on top of the betas, growling at them when they were tempted to move even by the inch. Heck, one of them might’ve “accidentally” cracked a bone whilst the beta was moving. Jungwoo however was more concerned about your well-being and the fact that he and his two friends most likely can smell you.

“Are you alright? I already had a feeling when I went to the cafe and you weren’t there. Your co-workers also told me about your heat so I bought you some suppressants. Here, let’s get you home, alright?” Jungwoo softly mentioned, gently taking your shaken hands

“Ya!! Who do you think you are stepping us like this!” one of the betas growled as Jungwoo’s taller friend growled back, immediately shutting the beta up

“If you want to last a day here I suggest you keep your mouth shut. Get them out of here. I’ll deal with them once I’m done” Jungwoo growled, his eyes flashing a bright red colour, making the two betas cower in fear and his two friends took them away

“Now, let’s get you home, alright?” Jungwoo cooed at you, bringing you back to your place and immediately making you drink your suppressants

“T-thank you. I, umm. H-how did you know where I was?” you mumbled, getting all cozy in your bed while Jungwoo brought you some warm tea

“Your scent is very particular. I mean, you’re an omega after all. It wasn’t that hard to tell since the first time I came and you were the first to come out and greet me. Also, not sure if it’s because I remembered your scent but when I came to the cafe before, I can still smell your scent lingering that I followed it. Sorry, I didn’t mean for you to know about me being an alpha like this and I surely didn’t mean to engrave your scent into my mind like this. I honestly don’t know what happened, but it just did. C-can we still stay friends?” Jungwoo replied, trying to focus on his breathing to distract him from your scent since he was in your property

“Actually…I’m thankful. I’m thankful that it was you that came to the cafe. That is was you that remembered my scent because, I, I don’t know w-what would’ve happened if…” you uttered out but Jungwoo was quick to shut you up by kissing your temple

“I’m glad then because you have no idea how much I’ve been holding back” Jungwoo snickered, both your noses were rubbing against each other while you whimpered under his touch

“Jungwoo…” you whimpered but Jungwoo chuckled and tucked you in

“Next time, alright. We’ll save that for next time, I promise. You get lots of rest and take your suppressants daily. If you want, I can book you a hotel for heats but we’ll talk about that tomorrow. You’ve had a long day. Sleep” Jungwoo whispered, lulling you to sleep

Once Jungwoo was sure that you were finally asleep, he quietly sneaked out of your room and back to his own apartment where he shared with his own pack, a pack that was filled with alphas, the biggest, scariest and richest pack in the city, NCT.

Arriving at one of the spare rooms, Jungwoo was met with Johnny and Yuta, two of his pack mates that accompanied him to find you since they were eager to meet the omega who managed to capture one of the softest alpha in the pack.

“You still smell like her, you know” Yuta pointed out

“So? Those two wouldn’t dare do a thing” Jungwoo replied, taking a step closer to the two betas

“They might go a bit feral. They don’t really have the control over their animalistic side like we do” Johnny reminded, standing on the right side of Jungwoo whilst Yuta was on the left

“Like I say, they wouldn’t dare to do anything. Would you?” Jungwoo barked, his eyes flashed red as the two betas whimpered

“Good. Now” Jungwoo crouched down to the same height as the betas. “I want you to know that you can scream if you need to, you can even cry, but just know that the more you do the more I enjoy it.” Jungwoo smirked as his claws were dug into one of the betas thighs that blood seeped through and flow until it stained the floor, matching Jungwoo’s current eye colour

“Let this be a lesson. I may be known as the softer alpha of the pack. But. If you ever touch what is mine ever again. I’ll kill you myself. And, when I kill. No one will ever know where you went off to” Jungwoo threatened, licking the blood on his claws

A/N: thank you to all that follow me on Tumblr and those who read, like, reblog and even comment on my posts T^T it means so much and I truly feel quite welcomed in this community and fandom!! I know my writing still sucks and I hope to improve more in the future!! Take care and stay safe everyone :) xoxo Vinet

[sinner-as-saint]

I Am Your Fall.

Mob!Bucky x Ex-Spy!Reader

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

Themes: mob!bucky, smut, angst, fluff, Ex-Spy!Reader, slight daddy kink, guns

“The usual?” 

You nodded at the man in front of you with a faint smile as you took a seat at the bar. You kept the hood of your jacket up as you let out a quiet sigh. Moments later the bartender placed a glass half filled with whiskey and ice in front of you.

You whispered a ‘thank you’ and swirled the drink around in the glass before lifting it up to your lips and taking just the tiniest sip. You often came into this bar after work, just to feel normal again. You worked at a diner right around the corner; it was lowkey and shabby and didn’t attract many customers, neither did it pay well but you weren’t there for the money. 

Your last job, the one you had before ending up in Lowtown Madripoor, paid really well. So much so that you wouldn’t have to worry about money for a long, long time but you still had to blend in and pretend to be as normal as you could; hence the job at the diner. 

You thought of home as you took your second sip. You grew up in a nice family before joining the organization you worked for, as a spy. You let out a quiet little chuckle as you thought of how ever since you were a kid you wanted to grow up and catch bad guys. Which is exactly what you did as a spy. And you were great at your job, your organization couldn’t be prouder of your work. 

You took another sip. Everything was going great for you, until the day you were assigned to infiltrate the life of and take down the infamous mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. The day you heard that you were being sent to him, you were excited because James was notorious for a lot of bad things. You couldn’t wait to step inside his evil lair and take him down. What you didn’t know was that you would end up finding love right where it wasn’t supposed to be. 

You felt a strange knot in your gut as you thought of him. Bucky… 

Oh you had loved him despite his mean, dark demeanor. He was a cold-hearted man to the rest of the world, but only you got to see the warmer side of him. And you fell in love, harder, faster and deeper than you ever thought you could. It got to a point where you had to choose between either betraying your organization or betraying the man who shouldn’t have fallen in love with. That’s when you ran away, far from home. Far from your work which you loved so much, and far from him. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to betray him, nor did you have the courage to tell your people that you failed in an important mission all because you fell in love with the enemy. You knew what happened to people who betrayed Bucky, you had seen it. And you also knew what happened to spies and agents who betrayed the organization you worked for. Both of those situations weren’t ones you wished to find yourself in, so in order to save yourself, you ran. 

And now here you were. 

As you took another sip of your drink, you felt the hair at the back of your neck stand up out of nowhere as a shiver ran down your spine. You were being watched. During your training you were taught to absolutely trust your gut, and if you ever got the feeling that you were being watched it meant that there was a high chance that you actually were. 

Shit. 

You set your glass down and placed the money down beside it before slowly sliding off the stool and casually walking out of the bar. You made sure your hood was still up, and you tucked your hands in your pockets. Your fingertips gently felt the hand gun you always kept with you, just in case, secured at your waist under your jacket. 

You looked around, and so far no one was following you. The streets were busy given that it was a Friday night and you were sure that you could make it home safe because no one would attack you or anything in a crowd like this. 

You lived in a modest, 2-bedroom apartment. And you always took the fire escape at the back to get into your apartment because you didn’t trust the rusty elevator at the front, nor did you ever want to run into a neighbor or anyone by taking the stairs inside the building. The fire escape was discreet and lowkey. 

You entered your living room shortly and sensed that something was off. The air was colder somehow, and you never left any windows open. Ever. You shut the door behind you, not locking it. You gently took out your gun and held it out in front of you, at the ready. You moved stealthily, quietly. You knew which spots on the wooden flooring made the most noise so you avoided those. 

Someone was in here, you could tell. The air… it smelt different the further you walked into your apartment. You didn’t switch on any lights, you checked the kitchen first. Clear. The living room. Clear. The spare room. Clear. And your heart raced as you went into your bedroom. The door which normally always remained closed, was wide open. 

You couldn’t even run. Whatever it was, whoever it was you were gonna have to face it. You stepped into your room and with whatever little light was coming through the windows, you tried to scan the room. 

“Lower your gun, babygirl. You don’t need it. I’m not gonna hurt you, and I know you don’t wanna hurt me.” 

The sound of his voice had you frozen in the spot where you stood, a few feet away from your bed. The voice came from behind you. You slowly turned around, not lowering your gun and keeping it aimed right at him. It took you a few seconds to process everything. 

You could make out his silhouette as he stood in front of one of your bedroom windows. Tall, built, his metal arm glistening. He was here. You let out a shaky breath. He was here, he found you. 

You didn’t move from the spot that you were standing on. There was a time when whenever you saw him you’d run into his arms, and despite wanting to do just that even now, you knew you couldn’t. That was back then, this was different, wasn’t it? 

He sighed before moving, walking to the other side of the room to light a table lamp. The soft, golden light illuminated the room just enough. Your heart burned as you took in his appearance; dark suit as always, shorter hair, his metal arm just as intimidating and mean as always and his pretty blue eyes - the same ones you loved, belonging to a man who eventually became the reason why you had to leave your old life behind. 

Bucky was still; calm and composed as always. He was the kind of man who had mastered the art of looking completely steady even when he wasn’t. He could have a storm inside of him, or raging flames of anger but on the outside it would never show. He was as devious and subtle as a predator, moving with the grace and elegance of a ferocious but calculated animal. 

“You seriously thought that moving across the globe and changing your hair color would keep me away from you?” He sounded like he was mocking you. “Took me about almost a year, but I found you.” He walked towards you, making you envy the way he could move so effortlessly. You couldn’t read him. His face was… blank. Void of any emotion. 

He spoke again once he stood right in front of you. “Now, you’re gonna tell me why you ran away.” 

You remained quiet. He could tell you were thinking. He could always tell, he knew you too well. You made a makeshift plan in your head. If you were to shoot him in his arm, just to injure him enough to make him lose his focus, you could grab the emergency bag you always kept under your bed and run. But you didn’t want to hurt him. 

Also, how far would you go? Knowing Bucky, if he had made it to Madripoor he probably had his men surrounding this apartment building right now; all armed and ready to fight. He probably even had people from here all the way to Hightown; which meant that even if you ran from here right now you wouldn’t be able to make it out of Madripoor. 

Like you said earlier, he had found you. There was no way to run anymore. 

“I know you’re thinking about running again.” He teased, shoving his hands in his pockets, letting you know that he had his guard down; which meant that he had thought this through. “Maybe you have an emergency bag somewhere, or you plan on shooting at me to distract me and make a run for it.” He chuckled. “Trust me, you wouldn’t make it out of this apartment, babygirl. And even if by some miracle you did, I will burn this island to the ground to find you again.” 

Despite his tone being all calm, and almost monotonous you could hear the bitterness and the evil promise in his words. He was probably angry, he felt betrayed for sure, he was also frustrated given that he mentioned having searched for you for a year, he was also probably hungry for answers. 

You still remembered that night you left. Your people at work had been pestering you to hand over information and sending you all sorts of threats if you didn’t, but you also could no longer lie and manipulate Bucky, because you loved him. So you left in the middle of the night, leaving your old life, your job, the man you loved, your family, everything behind. 

No notes, no messages, nothing. You and him had been together for a little over a year at that point. And you just snuck out of a one year relationship with no explanation. It was wrong you’d admit, and Bucky had every right to be hurt and angry. 

“Answer me. Why did you run? Why did you leave out of nowhere? And didn’t you go back to your people like the good little spy you are? Why Madripoor?” 

So he knew about your past. You could only imagine what he did to the organization you used to work for when he found them. 

“How did you find me?” You knew how much he hated it when people answered a question with another question. You were surprised when he answered instead of being even more pissed off. 

“It took a lot of people, a lot of bullets and a lot of patience to track you down.” He chuckled. “I must say, you’re good at whatever games you play. But I’m gonna need you to stop for a moment, and give me the answers I need.” He took a small step forward, reducing the distance between you and him. “Why?” 

Such a broad question, why. 

“I had to.” You gave him the most vague answer ever. 

He scoffed. “Okay, let me make this easier for you. Let’s start with, what’s your real name?” 

You almost rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t afford to let your guard down at the moment. Not when you couldn’t even figure out what he was here for. 

“You know my name.” 

Of course he did, he had moaned it so many times in bed. 

He gave you his signature smirk, the one who captured the hearts of many including yours. “I’m assuming that since you’re a spy everything which comes out of your pretty mouth is a lie. So what is your name?” 

You corrected him. “I used to be a spy. I don’t do that anymore. And I didn’t lie about my name. I didn’t lie about many things.” You looked him dead in the eyes when you said so. You wondered if he thought that you lied when you said you loved him. That was real. 

He scoffed. “I’d beg to differ.” 

“You plan on killing me?” You asked, thinking that now would be a good time to know whether or not you would be dying tonight. 

“No.” 

“Then why are you here, Bucky? Why did you look for me for a year, why are you halfway across the globe right now if you don’t plan on killing me for betraying you? What do you want?” 

“You.” 

You rolled your eyes, finally lowering your weapon. You still couldn’t read him. 

He spoke up again, “Why didn’t you lead your people to me? Why didn’t you finish your job?” 

“You might have actually done just that yourself. If you were able to find me, so could they. They probably have eyes on right now. By coming here you just-,”

He cut you off. “They don’t have eyes on you. No one does.” He answered confidently. 

“You don’t know that. You-,” 

He cut you off yet again, he smirked, “Oh I do know, babygirl. I know because I… dealt with each and every last one of them. The people you used to work for, the whole organization, it doesn’t exist anymore I made sure of that. You see, I’ve been quite busy this past year. Between dealing with your people, dealing with my own and playing hide and seek with you.” 

You froze again. Dealt with? “And how exactly did you deal with the organization?” 

“I watched it burn.” He answered, proudly. 

Oh. “You plan on doing the same with me? After your little Q and A, you’re gonna just… deal with me?” 

He fake gasped and placed his metal hand over his chest as though surprised. “I would never do that to you. You see, unlike you I didn’t lie when I said I loved you.” 

That caught you by surprise. You said nothing, pretending like that confession didn’t make your heart race. 

“I’m gonna ask one more time, why did you run?” His tone was cold. 

You scoffed. “I didn’t think you’d be understanding regarding the whole situation. If you ever found out who I was, let’s be real, you’d kill me right where I stood. And I could no longer go back to my people because they would force me to lead them to you.” 

He raised his eyebrows, then chuckled. “You protected me? What for?” 

I didn’t lie when I said I loved you either. “I didn’t want to manipulate or lie. I didn’t want to infiltrate lives and be dishonest. I didn’t want to have to live a double life any longer. I needed freedom, I needed a way out. So I came here.” You paused. “I’m not proud of what I did to you.” You added. 

You lowered your eyes once you finished talking. Bucky moved closer to you, he reached out and grabbed your chin with his metal hand, tilting your head back gently until you looked into his stormy, ocean blue eyes. You hated how you still couldn’t read him. Was he angry or no? 

“Are you lying right now?” He whispered, and smirked knowing it would piss you off. You pushed his hand away. He chuckled, leaning into your ear, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke and it sent shivers down your spine, “Let’s play a game.” He pulled away and took a few steps back. “You love games, don’t you babygirl?” 

Your heart raced. Oh this can’t be good… 

He took some more steps back and then pulled out his gun; the shiny golden one he loved the most out of the arsenal he owned. He aimed it at you, smirking. “I’m gonna ask you some questions and as long as you answer truthfully, I won’t shoot.” 

You remained very still. You hated to admit it, but there was something so immorally powerful about him when he handled his guns. You remember back when you two were together, you could spend hours watching him clean his guns; his favorite toys he called them. Bucky always told you that he believed that weapons shouldn’t be intimidating, but the person handling them should. 

In his case, it was true. Just looking at him made your body throb for a moment. You tried not to let it show but judging by the smug look on his face you could tell that he knew exactly how you felt. 

You knew he would never shoot you.

Bucky Barnes was, afterall, a cunning man who knew how to toy with one’s head. He could have easily taken your gun away from you, could have tied you down on a chair and interrogated you until you gave in. But no, by doing this he was letting you think that you still had some control over this. He knew he had given you the chance, you could’ve easily shot him the moment you walked into the room. But you didn’t. You chose not to. And he knew that. 

You almost smirked when you put it all together. He wasn’t here for answers, because he already had them. He just wanted to hear it from you. He wanted you to verbally say it. He was here for this dark, twisted game of his. 

“Fine.” You agreed. 

He cocked his gun, the sound rang in your ears and it reminded you of the times you pretended not to know shit about guns and had him teach you how to aim. He had done so with a lot of patience and a lot of kisses. 

“How much did you tell your people about me?” He asked. 

You could tell he was easing into it. “I stopped feeding them information after the first six months. I told them it would be risky to keep meeting up with them in secrecy, and that I would soon come back with everything I can gather about you. But I never did.” 

He seemed pleased with that answer. “Of course you didn’t. Instead you ran away.” He watched you cautiously, “How many people know you’re here?” 

“No one does, except for you.” 

That was true. You couldn’t risk going back to your family, not when you were certain that the moment you stepped foot outside of Madripoor your people would find you. 

“Why Madripoor?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. “You could’ve easily hid in the country itself given your… skills.” He knew just where to poke you to make it hurt. “Then why here?” 

“Anonymity. No one knows or cares about who you are or where you come from here. Also because I knew that neither the organization nor you had any connections here whatsoever.” You paused. “Clearly I was wrong.” 

He got really serious, clenching and unclenching his jaw. “Why didn’t you just tell me the truth then? If you couldn’t trust your people at the time, why not turn to me?” 

His question made you chuckle. “I already told you, you would’ve killed me.” 

“And I already told you that I-,” he cut himself off and took a breath. “Why didn’t you trust me?” 

You stared into his eyes, looking. Searching for something you once saw in them. Love, for you. There was a time when he would look at you with nothing but adoration and love. Now he was angry, hurt, frustrated, his power challenged. 

“Because I’ve seen what you do to people who betray you. I knew how much loyalty mattered to you. And I… I couldn’t have possibly looked you in the eyes and tell you that I’ve been lying and manipulating you for a whole year, and that I was sent to take you down.” 

It hurt to say it out loud. 

“You ran because you were scared of me? Of what I would do to you if I found out?” He didn’t bother hiding the hurt. He wasn’t calm and composed anymore, he was visibly troubled. Jaws clenched, fingers tightening around his gun, eyes shooting daggers at you. “Answer me!” He raised his voice out of nowhere and you jumped. 

You lowered your gaze to the floor. In all those years, be it during training or even while on missions, you had never succumbed in any way when a weapon, no matter the size, was aimed at you. Yet now, you could feel your hands starting to shake just a little. 

“Yes. I ran because I was scared of you.” You answered, not having the courage to look up at him. 

He was quiet for four seconds - you know because you counted them - before he lowered his gun and shot at the wooden floor, several feet away from your legs. The sound made you flinch and groan, not in fear but in annoyance. He was breaking you, he was getting everything he wanted out of you. You were giving in, too easily. You hated it. 

“Liar!” He growled and walked right over to you, quickly. His eyes reflected the anger and frustration he felt inside. He placed the barrel of his gun right under your chin. The cold metal made you shiver, mainly because you still remembered that his metal arm felt the same way against your warm skin. “I said no lies.” 

He used the gun to tilt your head back, making you look up into his eyes. He spoke up again, “You ran because you love me, and you couldn’t live with yourself after betraying me. You chose not to lead your people to me, because how could you? How could you do that when you fell in love with the enemy?” Bucky chuckled, removing his gun from your chin and replacing it with his metal hand. 

He leaned in so close that when he spoke next, his lips brushed against yours. “You chose to run away rather than give them what they wanted, because they wanted my fall. You ran from me because you couldn’t admit, nor accept that you cared too much about me.” He chuckled. “You did all of this not because you were scared of me, but because you were scared of them since you had failed in a mission.” He shrugged. “That’s understandable, given you fell in love with the one they sent you to ruin.” 

Your eyes watered. He broke you, finally. He said everything you’ve been avoiding to tell yourself over this past year. And he was right about everything. You were quiet. You didn’t have anything to say to him. 

He spoke up again. “I know for a fact that you knew I would never, ever hurt you. Betrayal or no betrayal.” 

“Buck…” You whispered, your voice cracked as you held back a sob. You felt a single tear slide down your cheek. 

His hand moved from your chin, down to your waist. He pulled you closer, pressing his body to yours. The feeling of his built, taut body against yours brought back memories you weren’t sure you could ever forget. 

“Say it.” He demanded, looking down at your lips, then back into your eyes. His scent filled your senses. He was all you could, and wanted, to focus on. “Tell me I’m right. Tell me the truth you’ve been running from.” He leaned in, as though he was going for a kiss. “Tell me you love me.”

“Bucky, I…” you almost choked on another sob you couldn’t let out. You wanted to tell that you loved him. But the words wouldn’t come out. Something was stopping you; worry or fear or just guilt. 

It was guilt. 

He scoffed. “Too proud? Too self-righteous to admit that the good little spy fell in love with the bad guy?” He pressed his forehead to yours as he walked the two of you back, towards your bed. You knew what he was doing, and you didn’t stop him. “Admit it, babygirl,” he leaned in to whisper in your ear and you felt goosebumps all over your body, “Or maybe I should remind you…” 

Bucky pushed you down on your bed, and he hovered over you supporting himself with one hand while the metal one held his gun right above your face. “You’ve been a bad, bad girl lately.” He murmured, gently lowering his gun and brushing the barrel against your lips, then slowly dragged it down your skin. “Did you think you could hide from me forever?” 

He dragged the tip of his gun all the way down till your thighs, making you tremble. His eyes stared down into yours as he carelessly tossed his gun aside and brought his metal hand over to your mouth again. 

“Do you know how bad I’ve missed you?” He mumbled, tracing your mouth with his cold fingers. For a moment he forgot why he was here in the first place. 

You shivered under his touch. “I’m sorry, Bucky. I never meant to-,” 

He scoffed, cutting you off. “Shut up, babygirl.” He had a mean smirk on his face. “You’ve been bad. And what did daddy tell you about babygirls who misbehave?” His calm demeanor could fool anyone. Anyone but you. 

You knew him too well. You could tell he was burning inside, agitated. Like a wounded predator, planning his next attack. There was no escaping him now. Not that you truly wanted to. 

“They get punished.” You whispered quietly as he tugged on your bottom lip with his thumb. The simple gesture reminded you of all those times spent with him; the nights you spent in his bed, in his arms… 

He chuckled. “Exactly. Now come on, you have a lot to make up for.” He pulled away, and stood up straight at the end of your bed. “Take your clothes off. All of it.” 

The sound of his authoritative voice had your thighs clenching together to try and alleviate the sweet pain in between your legs. That tone of his was a weakness of yours, and he knew it. 

You hesitated only for a moment, but the longer he stared into your eyes the warmer your body felt, and all you wanted to do was to get rid of all that you were wearing. You took your jacket off first, followed by the long sleeved shirt underneath it. You scooted forward, sitting on the edge of the bed to take the rest of your clothes off; shoes, skirt, stockings which left you in your matching set of black underwear. 

You looked up at him, waiting for further instructions. 

“I said, all of it.” He let his eyes roam your body for a moment and then he spoke up again, “Don’t be shy baby, I’ve seen it all before, haven’t I?” 

He had done so much more than just seeing it all. You held his stare as you took your underwear off and had to fight the urge to throw it at his face just for the hell of it. 

“Good girl.” He whispered. “Now lie down, spread those legs for me. Show me what’s mine.” 

The crudeness of his words would’ve surely made you blush if you didn’t know just how vulgar and dirty he could really get, this was nothing. 

You did just as he asked. You held yourself up on your elbows, still holding his stare. Bucky eyed you like you were a warm meal and he was a starving man. There was nothing but lust and mischief in his eyes. 

“Touch yourself for me.” 

You felt your face get really hot for a moment as your heartbeats rang in your ears. “What?” The question just slipped out before you could stop yourself. 

Bucky smirked. “You heard me. Use your pretty fingers and touch yourself. I assume you thought of me each time you… tended to your needs over these past many, many months. I’m sure you missed me,” he chuckled, just as cocky as you expected him to be, “Or at least you missed having my cock buried deep inside of you. Hmm?”  

You studied his face for a moment. Your emotions were shifting; from guilt to annoyance to shame to lust. And you hated how well he had you figured out. “How do you know I haven’t had someone else tending to my needs instead?” You asked, quickly realizing that this wasn’t an ideal situation to be the brat you used to be back then. 

Bucky let out a little laugh; a hot and evil laugh. “No one will ever satisfy you like I do.” He shoved both of his hands in his pockets. “Even if you did, for some reason, fool around with someone here I assure you they won't be breathing for long.” He responded with a straight face. “You are mine. Nobody touches what’s mine and lives.” 

That speech shouldn’t have turned you on as much as it did. 

“Now come on, be a good girl and do as you’re told.” He spoke softly. “Show me how you touched yourself when I wasn’t here to take care of you.” 

Your hands moved on their own; caressing your inner thighs before placing your fingers right over your clit. The look in his eyes made your walls clench around nothing. Your lips parted and you let out a shaky breath as you toyed with your clit, smearing your wetness around before slowly rubbing down your folds and slipping past your entrance with ease given that you were dripping already. Your other hand toyed with your nipple, twisting and tugging. 

Needless to say, Bucky was hard just looking at you. 

You stared into his eyes as you gasped in pleasure as your fingers effortlessly slipped in and out of you. You whined as you fingered yourself, thinking about the last time he touched you – all those months back, on the same night that you left him. And how lovely his mouth felt against your body. Whining in need and frustration, the palm of your hands rubbed against your sensitive clit over and over again as your middle finger slipped in and out of you. 

“Bucky…” you whimpered. 

He just stood there and smirked. “Faster. And don’t you dare cum.” 

You whined, slipping your finger in and out of your wet hole rapidly. “Fuck…” Your own touch took you higher, and higher, and you were on the edge. 

“Stop.” He ordered, moving closer to you but not touching you yet. “Add another finger.” He waited until you did, whimpering as you pushed another finger in. “Good girl, now fuck your little cunt faster for me.” He leaned over and traced your lips with his cold, metal finger, his touch was agonizingly slow. He was so close, but he still wasn’t touching you like you desperately needed him to. 

You took your bottom lip in between your teeth to keep yourself from moaning too loudly. Bucky smirked when he saw how you were struggling to keep quiet. He noticed the way your body squirmed, and he knew you too well so he could tell that you were so close to coming undone. 

“Poor baby,” he cooed, “Is it hard?” he taunted, his fake concern morphing into an evil, handsome and sly smile. “Is it frustrating to not be allowed to have something you so desperately want? Hmm?” 

“Buck… please,” you whined, releasing your swollen lip from your teeth. Your body felt hot, and you needed to just let go and come undone. 

“Stop.” He ordered, shamelessly ignoring your pleas. You stopped, and pulled your hand away from in between your legs. He knelt on your bed, in between your legs. You tried to look away but he grabbed your chin before you could turn your face to the side. He stared into your eyes for a few seconds, not saying anything. Eventually he spoke up, “What do I do with you?” 

You stared at him, a thousand thoughts in your head. “You’re crazy.” You spat, hoping to rile him up. 

He just chuckled softly. “You did this to me.” He sounded bitter, and hurt. He leaned in to brush his lips against yours, making your heart race, “Thoughts of you were messing with my head for the past year.” He confessed, and you felt your heart hurt. “People think I’m cruel, clearly they haven’t had their heart broken by you.” 

You opened your mouth to say something, or maybe apologize, or perhaps you’d say something which would piss him off even more but before you could, his mouth was on yours. He kissed you with passion, but also pent up anger and frustration. He was conflicted, so were you. Both of your pride were hurt, egos bruised but your hearts still yearned for each other. Nothing could change that. 

Before you could process anything, Bucky was kissing down your body; you were a whimpering mess by the time he kissed along your inner thighs. He chuckled darkly when you let out a loud moan as he kissed your throbbing clit ever so gently. Like he used to when he was madly in love with you. 

“Your body remembers me, babygirl.” He seemed proud of that. 

You hated how you couldn’t resist him. You hated how you didn’t even try to. You melted right under his touch as his tongue gently licked down your folds. His hand found yours and he laced his metal fingers with yours while his other hand rubbed up and down your thigh as he pushed his face further into your wet core. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to look down at him, but you were sure he looked enticing with his plump, pink lips on your wet heat; your arousal dripping down his chin and coating his lips as he devoured you. You heard him growl before he bit down on the soft skin at your inner thighs to get your attention. 

“Look at me.” He mumbled. And when you didn’t obey him right away, you earned yourself a gentle smack on your thigh, which only made you squirm even more; causing you to accidentally grind against his mouth. He chuckled again. “Impatient, are we?” 

You supported yourself up on your elbows finally, and looked down at him. His handsome face in between your thighs was a sight you weren’t sure you would ever get used to. You could feel his warm breath fanning your wet skin occasionally as he stared into your eyes until you couldn’t handle the intensity of his stare. 

Bucky held your stare as he attached his lips to your core again, making you whimper in pleasure. He wasn’t planning on stopping until you beg him to. He had missed you, your taste. He had missed this; your warmth and your soft whimpers as he teased you with his tongue. 

“Do you wanna cum for me, babygirl?” He asked, before pressing his lips back against your wet folds. 

You nodded, quickly. “Yes, please…” your legs had begun shaking just a little as he took his time and dragged his tongue up and down your slit. But the way his lips lifted into a smirk gave away that his answer would only disappoint you. 

“No, you’re not allowed to cum.” He cooed, playfully. “Not so easily.” He whispered before he got back to teasing your sensitive spot with his warm and wet tongue; relishing your taste and humming in pleasure as he ate you out. He let out a little laugh, “I forgot how good you taste.” 

You moaned out loud as your back arched off the bed for just a moment, your eyes closing and your head leaning back as you felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over you. You weren’t sure how long you could take this sweet torture. Your fingers tightened around his and he chuckled against your skin. 

“What is it baby, you can’t take it? Hmm? All that sass, all those mind games and now you can’t even handle my tongue?” 

He taunted you before getting back to teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue. Your body tingled and you felt a sweet pressure forming in between your legs. You were sure he could see the tears of frustration escaping your eyes, falling down your warm cheeks. 

“Please…” you moaned pathetically. 

He licked around your clit one last time before pulling away and kissing his way up your body again. The twisted side of him loved the way you whined when you realized he wasn’t gonna let you cum so easily. He leaned in to kiss your open mouth eventually, making you gasp and moan and forget how to breathe with just one kiss. 

When he pulled away to look at you he smiled at the mess you were. Lips swollen, and bruised with how many times you or him bit down on it. Red marks all over your neck, bite marks along your inner thigh, and your arousal dripping out of you. He quickly placed his fingers where his mouth had been earlier, teasing your clit before shoving two fingers inside of you and stroking your walls so slowly that you were losing your mind. 

“Why won’t you admit it?” he kissed along your cheek and reached your ear where he whispered, “Are you that proud? That heartless?” Judging by his tone you could tell that his emotions were wavering as well. “I searched the whole world to find you.” His fingers sped up as he spoke, your moans got more frequent and holding them back became much more difficult. “And now you’re still gonna be a stubborn, disrespectful brat?” 

The bitterness in his tone woke something inside of you. Did he not realize that you’re not exactly pleased with what you had to do? Did he not understand? Pissed, your annoyance mirroring his, you pushed his hand away and pushed him down on the bed. He wasn’t expecting it so he went down rather easily. You got on top of him, straddling his waist, ignoring the nudity, and stared down at him. 

“Enough! You can’t just walk in here and do or say whatever the fuck you want.” Your sudden outburst took him by surprise. Part of him had always loved it when you got a little aggressive. “I’m not proud of what I did. That’s why I left, the guilt was killing me. It still kills me, every single day. I haven’t had the best year of my life since I left you either. I had to leave my homeland, my family, and I… I had to leave you.” 

He remained quiet. 

“I moved to a place where I knew no one. I’ve been alone for the past year, living amongst strangers, no friends, no family, nothing! All because I couldn’t let them get to me. You were right, because if my people found me they would somehow find a way to get the information they needed and they would’ve surely taken you down. You would’ve never seen it coming.” You sniffled, realizing that you were tearing up again. 

Bucky had, surprisingly, nothing to say. You went on. 

“You want answers? There you have it then. I couldn’t just stay and watch myself become that reason for your fall. I couldn’t let that happen to you, because I love you too much. When I realized I loved you, I panicked. I ran because I didn’t know what else to do, or how to keep them away from you. And I am so sorry for what I did. I understand if you-,”

He cut your long speech off by sitting up and grabbing you just in time before you lost your balance, pressing his lips to yours. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and let him hold you, kiss you like he wanted to for so long. His kiss was gentle this time, careful, loving. His metal hand ran up and down your spine slowly as his other hand grabbed you and pulled you close to him by your butt.  

He slowly pulled away and his heart felt like it tore in half at the sight of your teary face. He had been so busy being heartbroken after you left that he didn’t even take a minute to consider this perspective. He was too hurt to even think properly. 

“You could’ve just told me the truth. I would’ve handled them. I would’ve done anything for you, I… I would’ve done whatever it took to keep you safe. You know that, right?” Bucky finally spoke up, sounding much more emotional than he thought he ever could. 

Truth is, before meeting you he always thought that he was incapable of love. But then you walked into his life and everything changed for the better. So when he lost you, without any explanation, he went insane. 

You sighed. “I was scared. I didn’t understand, I thought I was doing the right thing. I was hurting too. You think disappearing out of your life and leaving you behind without saying a proper goodbye was easy?” Your voice cracked as you fought back a sob. “How many times do I have to-,” 

He cut you off. Once he saw the tears accumulating along your water line again. “Okay, okay shh. I just got you back, I don’t wanna fight.” He mumbled, pressing his forehead to yours. 

You sniffled, your heart skipping a beat as his body heat wrapped around you. “I’ve missed you. Every day. I missed you so much. I couldn’t risk reaching out to you to even apologize, I was so scared. I… I didn’t…,” your sentence ended in a whisper, you didn’t know how to articulate your thoughts too well. 

He tightened his arms around you. “It’s okay, baby. Everything is fine now, I found you.” 

You were quiet for a while, enjoying his calming touch and processing all that happened since you stepped inside your apartment tonight. “Are you mad at me?” you asked, seeking to find some sort of sense in all that just happened. 

He sighed, and kissed your forehead. “I was. When I woke up the next morning after you left, I was confused, hurt. Then you didn’t show up for a couple more days and I had my people look you up, and I was told that you were a spy.” His words made you feel uneasy and ashamed of your past. “I was broken, but I never knew what a heartbreak feels like so instead all I felt was anger. But despite all of it, all I wanted was to have you back. Then I found the organization you worked for, and I made sure to destroy it. Since then I’ve been looking for you like a madman.” 

He pulled away to look at you. You managed to look up into his eyes without tearing up again. “I’m sorry.” You whispered. 

He pulled you closer. “I’m sorry too.” 

“I love you.” 

Bucky smiled at you. “Say it again.” 

You reached up and cupped his face in your hands. “I love you. I love you so much and I’m sorry. For everything. I just… I just want you back, please.” 

He leaned in for a kiss, whispering against your lips, “I’m right here, babygirl.” He gently turned to the side and laid you back down on the bed. “I’ve got you now,” he mumbled, pulling away to take his suit jacket off, then his shirt. He tossed both somewhere on the floor and bent down to kiss you again. He kissed down your neck, leisurely; taking his time on you as he unzipped his pants. 

“Buck…” you groaned as he teased you with the soft, feathery touch of his lips. He had been teasing you for so long now, you couldn’t take anymore. Your body felt burning hot again, you needed him. Bad. You needed him like you needed air. 

“Yes, baby?” He asked, kissing down your cleavage; pretending he doesn’t know that you were practically shaking in need. 

You whined, sliding your finger into his dark, soft hair. “I need you. Please, I need you. Now.” You spoke through gritted teeth by the end, tugging at the roots of his hair. 

He chuckled. “So aggressive.” He murmured, kissing up your neck until he reached your mouth. He noticed the way you had unintentionally, gradually parted your legs to accommodate him; your naked body squirming under him, your bare chest pressing up against his, your body heat mixing with his. “I’m gonna take care of you, baby…” he whispered as he lowered his underwear just enough to free his cock. He was rock hard.

You were a whimpering mess by the time he aligned his erected cock to your entrance. You instinctively spread your legs further apart to give him more room. With a slow, steady push, he inserted his length into you. You shuddered, moaning as you felt all of him filling you up. You heard his ragged breaths as he seated himself completely inside you and waited, giving your body time to adjust to him. 

He could still make you tremble in pleasure just like the first time he touched you. Bucky held back his moans and growls as he felt your warmth wrap around him so perfectly. He clenched his jaw as he relished the feeling of being inside of you, finally. 

“Is this what you needed, babygirl?” he asked, looking down at you, and gently grabbing your face, causing you to look up at him. 

You couldn’t talk given how full you were. You just stared at him with parted lips, breathing heavily. Bucky smirked, pulling out just a little before pushing back into you again. You closed your eyes and moaned, arching your back off the surface of the bed again. 

He smirked as he looked down at you. “You waited, didn’t you? You waited only for daddy to stretch you out like this. I know you didn’t let anyone touch you while I wasn’t here.” He remained still as he leaned into your ear, whispering, “The way you’re clenching around my cock right now gives it away.” He chuckled, proud. 

Your face burned. He knew you too well. 

Bucky leaned in to kiss your open mouth, shamelessly shoving his tongue past your parted lips and stroking the inside of your mouth while he began moving in and out of you. He sped up gradually, rocking his hips against yours; his hand reached up to grab your chin gently. He stared into your eyes, speeding up into you again. You gripped the bed sheets as he pounded into you. 

He stretched you out deliciously, perfectly. Filling you up and reaching all the right places as he went. He couldn’t hold back any longer, so he moaned and growled right against your mouth, clenching his jaw or occasionally biting down on your lip as he pounded into you relentlessly. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” He spoke as he sped up into you again. You could whine senselessly, overwhelmed by how good he felt deep inside you. 

He leaned down to push his face into your neck as he lifted one of your legs and hooked it to his waist, pushing himself deeper inside you. “Fuck…” he moaned as you clenched hard around him. He down for a moment just to hear you moan wantonly before he sped up again, fucking you relentlessly. “You’re mine. Only mine, you hear me?” 

You nodded, or at least tried to.  

The louder you got, the closer he felt his release coming and the filthier his mouth got. “Your little cunt is mine. Only mine.” He spoke through messy kisses; growling and causing goosebumps to erupt all over your body. “Only I can fuck you like this, you hear me?” Bucky quickened his pace and pounded into you harder than before; the sounds of your skin slapping one another resonated around the modest room. 

Bucky was all you could focus on. The sound of his voice. His body pressing down on yours. His cock inside you. Your walls began to clench tighter around him. His moans, his hot breath against your cheek, his messy kisses. Just him. You had missed him so terribly, and only now did you wonder how in the world did you survive so long without him? 

He took you higher, and higher, and higher until you felt more tears escape your eyes. “Please, Buck…” you whined, begging pathetically and unable to arrange your words or your thoughts any better. “Please…” 

Your eyes were droopy in lust. His eyes were too as he stared down at you with a handsome and arrogant smirk on his face. “Please what, babygirl?” 

His pretty blue eyes put you under a trance. “Please, can I cum?” 

Bucky caressed your cheek with his knuckles, his metal hand holding him up above you. He didn’t know how he managed to survive without you all these months. He was barely living without you. He looked down at you with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes. 

“Go on, baby. Cum for me.” 

You let the pressure build inside you, before simply letting go. He didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, Bucky kept pounding into you as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came. You whimpered at how he kept slamming into you even as you came, and your face burned as you felt a familiar knot forming again right at your core.

He fucked into you relentlessly. “Fuck…” He panted and groaned at how good you felt around him; wet and warm all for him. Your walls clenched around him violently and your body arched off the bed. 

You felt your second release approaching even before you could recover from the first one. Your leg around his waist was numb but you still wanted more of what he had to give. You would take whatever he gave you in that moment, given you had gone so long without him. 

You felt your mind getting foggy again. His large frame hovering above you as he fucked deeper into you, just a little more. “Cum for me again, baby.” He growled, his lips dangerously close to yours as you whined and whimpered under him. Your body trembled as you came for the second time, walls tightening around his length, gushing out around his cock while he still pounded relentlessly into you until he came as well.

You felt his thrust getting sloppy and irregular until he came to a stop and just groaned as he came violently. His warm cum filled you up and some of it trickled out of you when he carefully removed his cock from your entrance.

He collapsed on the bed beside you, catching his breath before pulling you into him. You were slightly shaking as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your skin wherever he could, murmuring sweet nothings. 

“You okay, babe?” he asked after a few minutes of just holding you in his arms, in silence; both of you just enjoying each other’s warmth and presence. 

You nodded, placing your arm over his chest and scooting closer to him, pressing up against his side. 

You both remained quiet for a while longer. Thinking about the past, and the future. 

“Are you sure you’re not mad at me?” You asked, your brain starting to overthink again. 

Bucky sighed. “Baby I couldn’t stay mad at you even if you intentionally stabbed me through the heart and watched me bleed to death.” 

You took a second to process what he just spoke of, and you made a face at him, showing your horror and concern, which then made him laugh out loud. “You’re sick.” You muttered, placing a gentle kiss to his metal arm. The cold metal against your lips reminded of somewhere you desperately wanted to be - home. 

He shrugged, pulling you closer. “Yeah. Also cruel, devious and pure evil. But you love me nonetheless.” He teased. 

You smiled, your worn out body snuggled up against him. You felt your eyelids drooping as sleep slowly took over you. Today has been a lot. “I do.” You spoke softly. 

Bucky looked down and saw that you were slowly drifting off to sleep. He adjusted the covers so that you were well covered with the warm blankets. He tucked you in and wrapped his arms around you protectively, as though you might slip away from his grasp again. 

“I love you, babygirl. Sleep tight, we’re going home soon.” 

You didn’t respond so he figured you must have fallen asleep. While he hugged your sleeping figure, he thought back on everything you said tonight. Your biggest fear was that you might end up being the reason for his fall. But little did you know that ultimately, you had been the only reason he knew what truly falling in love was like.

[holysmokesblog]

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲

Vi x reader

Sevika x reader

Warnings: violence

Words: 3.1k

Summary: You must make what seems like the hardest decision of your life, help your first love or be loyal to the lady you have mixed feelings for, all while trying to stay alive.

Note 1: My infinite thanks to @eexphoria, who is always willing to help me with English grammatical errors and makes my day with her comments every time she edits

Note 2: I swear to you that in a short time I will finish the requests that I have pending, I am slow but I comply :,(

I sincerely hope you like it, the likes and reblogs are always welcome

You ran the palms of your hands over the newly made bed trying to remove every wrinkle, until it was completely smooth, like a sky clear of clouds. It conveyed peace to you, even momentarily, as if you were not locked in a dark forbidden city of the sky and fresh air.

You heard Mr. Gogh leave a generous tip on the table near the door before leaving, he was one of the last customers of the day, at this time only the wealthiest regulars visited you, the rest didn't have enough money to squander. You adjusted your mask so that it didn't obstruct your vision and began to put everything in order in the room. If you were lucky, no one would come at the last minute and you could go home early so you could sleep on your own sheets, the ones you knew hadn't touched any body other than yours.

"Honey, the bathroom is free if you want to take a shower!" One of the girls who also worked here called you from the door. "You can get in before you leave."

You simply nodded, tempted with the idea of ​​cleaning your body. Although you had to do it quickly, you had the advantage that the brothel had hot water, which your little apartment lacked.

It barely took you five minutes to bathe before someone knocked on the door to remind you to hurry. You walked to your room praying that no one had thought to visit you at the last minute, but unfortunately there was a small red ribbon hanging from the frame of the door, indicating that someone had already taken it. Quite heavily you adjusted your mask before entering the room.

The client was sitting on the bed that had been so carefully arranged, his back to you and hiding his head with a hood. It was not someone you have attended before, you were sure, the vast majority pounced on you as soon as you entered the room or were anxiously waiting for you on the sofa in the other corner. You didn't give too much importance to him, maybe he was a pretty shy Piltie and new to these things.

"I'm sorry if I made you wait darling," you spoke hoping that he would turn so you could see his face, but he remained in the same position, just a little tenser. "You don't have to be nervous, I assume it must be your first time in a place like that."

You used the sweetest voice you had, the one you only used at work. “ Do you have a name or would prefer a nickname?"

You climbed up the opposite side of the bed, cautiously approaching from behind. The last thing you wanted was to scare him more, but the sooner you get up your courage the sooner you could finish and go home.

"Well," He began to speak, by his voice you realized that it was a woman and not a man as you had assumed. "Most know me by Vi, but I know you have called me an idiot a handful of times."

You looked at her confused until the pieces fit perfectly in your mind when she pulled the hood down, letting you see her face.

Her hair gave her away from miles away and her face, no matter how changed, you could recognize it anywhere. But it couldn't be real, she was dead, they all were, it had to be a damn dream.

Your entire facade trying to be sexily decayed, you were petrified, you could not move a muscle or move forward in bed, you had so many questions but they all got stuck in your throat for not finishing processing what was happening.

"Wow…" she spoke again. "I admit I expected a more friendly welcome, although I'm not complaining about the clothes. You look good cupcake."

Even her way of words hadn't changed at all. "

Oh no, don't cry cupcake, I swear it was a joke — don't take it the wrong way... " You hadn't even noticed the tears escaping from your mask until she highlighted it.

You saw her get up from the bed to position herself in front of you, she must be a few inches (taller/shorter) than you, she was so different, but in a way, she retained part of her essence, like that old cut from her childhood and her eyes that remained intact. Has it really been that long since the factory explosion?

"Where were you?" Barely whispering. You watched her face crumble slightly.

"Believe me it was not my fault, I was in prison, after the factory I… I would never leave, I wouldn't leave you or Powder."

You had so many questions to ask her, but she looked so fragile, neither did the years have given her a truce. You scrambled to the edge of the bed and hugged her waist, burying your face into her chest. It didn't take long for her to reciprocate, laughing lightly at the tickle you caused her. "I also missed you so much, little one." There was a silence between the two of you. "I don't want to think about everything you had to go through alone..." Her arms tightened even more, the mask felt uncomfortable so you tore it off, your cheeks were soaked by the tears.

Vi released one of her hands to rest it on your chin, forcing you to look at her. "I promise you won't be alone again. We will be together, we will get Powder back and we will be fine." She left a kiss on your lips. "I promise." Another kiss.

You were so intoxicated with her return and the sudden affection that you didn't stop to think about her words. Powder? Fuck. It was about Jinx.

That beautiful cloud that you had climbed on with your childhood sweetheart completely burst, making you fall back on your bed and your disgusting reality. You turned your face away from the young girl with pink hair who looked at you strangely for ending that moment.

"I see there are many things you should know… Powder… Your sister..."

"Yes, I know," she interrupted you. "Silco has her, I know. That's why I need your help."

You cursed under your breath at how difficult it would be to make her aware of everything that was really happening in the lanes.

"Babette told me that Sevika is one of your most frequent clients, that you can know where to find her."

You felt a slight pinch in the heart knowing that she had not come only for you, but for the information you could give her, but you understood, after all, Powder was her little sister.

"I see, I ..."

Sevika was strange. It generated such confusing feelings, it is true that she was one of your most common clients, she visited you at least four times a week and she was the one who paid the best. You liked to pretend she wasn't a customer, when you finally convinced her sometimes she would stay in bed with you, she didn't talk too much, well she didn't really say a word, she just let you lie on her chest and listened to your everyday problems, grunting in affirmation from time to time or giggling when you rant non-stop.

Those moments felt strangely warm like you weren't working for her, and like she wasn't one of the accomplices in what happened to your family. As if she wasn't Silco's terrifying lady and right-hand man, but just Sevika.

"I don't blame you for that cupcake," Vi leaned her forehead against yours, brushing her nose. "You did what it took to survive... Like everyone else... That's why I need your help darling, tell me where I can find her."

You closed your eyes tightly to avoid looking at her, afraid that she would discover the truth, if she discovered that you had feelings for the person who had betrayed her father and been part of all the disaster in her life… She would hate you forever.

"No, you don't understand, if I tell you something she would kill me." Your whole body began to tremble, in a certain way what you were saying was real. If Vi was back, threatening Silco's reign and rumors spread that she was with you, Sevika wouldn't hesitate for a second to assassinate you.

"No, no, no, I'm not going to let anything happen to you, little one." Her strong arms surrounded you, hiding you against her again. Breathing hard, you were truly terrified, her "return from death" not only brought back your first childhood love but also returned the spotlight on Zaun's past, one in which Vander was in charge of controlling the lanes and you knew that those who were in control wouldn't like that. "Please cupcake, help me get my little sister back."

You looked down again, the sheets were scraped and crumpled on your knees, the past had appeared to wreak havoc. You were between a rock and a hard place for helping your old childhood sweetheart or being loyal to your best client for whom you had started to have feelings.

"Your sister is not a prisoner… She is with Silco because she decided so." Your old lover's arms slowly released you, then the scarcity of clothes did its job and you felt how the cold slipped through every bone of your body, although you didn't understand if it was because of the low temperature or the distanced Vi.

"She did what was necessary to survive… Like you sleeping with the one who betrayed the man who took care of you."

The second prick, this one hurt more than the previous one as it was more direct. Vi's expression softened instantly at the way you looked at her.

"Sorry, it wasn't my intention," she muttered an apology quickly. "I know I have been absent for a long time and I have no right to claim anything, but I really want you back Y/N, just like I want my sister back... You are the only ones I have left." She took your hands in hers. "Help me regain a part of my life."

You couldn't take your gaze off her eyes, they were also flooded, although they refused to let any tears escape, she looked so sincere, and the deepest part of your heart told you that she was right, they had taken everything and the least you could do is to give her a hand.

"Tomorrow," you said. "She always comes with extra money that she wins in the cards, a hidden alley a few meters from the Last Drop— I'm sure you know there, we used to hide there frequently." You felt dirty for betraying Sevika, but you knew that Vi deserved your help, after all, you were alive thanks to her and Vander, you owe to both of them.

Vi's lips returned to crash against yours with gratitude, it felt so nice, you wish you could've kept her there for hours, in your little cloud where nothing bad could happen.

"Come with me," she asked you. "Let's ..."

“No” You stopped her. “If any of Silco's men see me with you they will come here immediately, they will hurt my friends.” You caressed her face with your thumbs, stopping especially on that tattoo of her name. “I think you owe it to yourself to meet again with Jin- Powder." You corrected yourself. " You will know what to do when you see her.” She only nodded resignedly, leaving a kiss on your hands.

“I'm going to get you cupcakes again, I promise. We will be a family again."

"I know you will." You felt her lips against yours again, but this time her lips moved firmly but slowly against yours. It was still a bit rough, just like a few years ago, but it didn't take away the charm at all.

Reluctantly she separated from you before heading to the door but not before caressing your face one last time, you nodded supporting her and she ended up leaving, hiding her hair with her hood.

You were extremely shocked, too many things in a very limited time, the hope of being able to return to her side, something that you thought you would never have a chance of, but something kept hammering in your mind.

Did you really do well ratting out Sevika?

…

The next morning you continued normally, you trusted Vi's promise that she would come back for you, but in the meantime you needed to act normally as if you didn't have a knot in your chest because of that “betrayal” and you had the creeps because someone will break your face for it.

"Baby, you have a client waiting in your room." One of your companions said. You walked fearfully to the room to find what you feared the most, Sevika was there, sitting on the floor doing repairs to her arm on the small table on the side.

"For a moment I thought you wouldn't come", she welcomed you.

You repeated for the last time that you should remain calm, you gave your best smile and walked slowly to where she was, sitting next to her, supporting your body close to her healthy arm. You saw her move the fingers of her metal hand in an attempt to check if everything was in order, you also wondered if Vi had managed to find her or… if she had lost against her.

Bruises weren't abnormal for her, you really wanted to ask her about them, but you were afraid of being too obvious.

"How have you been this week? You didn't come the other day." Her body shook slightly with a slight laugh.

“A week of shit, doll.” Her arm wrapped around you, pulling you even closer. It didn't bother you at all, it was usual for your clients, but this time it felt strange. “How have you been? Did you receive any special visitors?"

All your alarms went off, your first survival instinct would have been to get away from her, but you knew it would be a certain death sentence.

"Not at all..." You lied. "The same clients as always, but they don't even reach your heels," you tried to joke. You ran one of your hands close to her face and neck but it was stopped abruptly by her metal claw, causing some discomfort to the skin, she had never used that arm when she was with you.

"You are really pretty." She complimented you, turning your hand close to her face, leaving a short kiss on the back. "And I don't think you are aware of the effect you have on me ... Which is best for both of us" You remained silent, watching her cautiously. "I ran into your old friend, Vi, I remember you two were like nails and flesh back in the old days." She rambled without looking you directly in the eye.

"Saw her? Did she come back from the dead?" You tried to lighten the atmosphere, you were fully aware that with little effort she could break your arm into pieces.

"Apparently. And I have no idea how the bitch found me." Her grip tightened, completely immobilizing your hand and cutting off blood circulation.

"Vika, y-you're hurting me," you said, but she didn't let go.

"If I ever found out that you had something to do with this… I'm going to break you darling… And it won't be cute… You're special — But I don't tolerate snitches." With that last word she released your arm to let you attend to her. It had a large dark stripe that would soon evolve to purple. You didn't have too much time before her hand, this time the flesh one was close to your chin forcing you to look at her. "I would hate to have to hurt you again, don't force me," she kissed you, "please."

"I had nothing to do with Vi, I swear," You lied to her, she didn't take her eyes off yours, for a moment you feared that she would retaliate against you, but finally her face relaxed.

"I believe you," she said.

That terrifying aura that surrounded her slowly faded away, leaving room for the woman you were used to dealing with. The one that had begun to awaken feelings that you needed to turn off. Violet was back, you didn't need Sevika, right?

“What I said before, about you being special. It's real, doll." She wasn't looking at you, but at her metallic arm, you were still a little scared to approach her side again. "I've never met someone like you... And that scares me a little. That's why if it had been you who told the bitch where to find me or Silco it would be painful."

It was the first time you heard her talk so much, normally it was you who did the talking and she listened, but at this moment you wouldn't dare to interrupt her, afraid that she would stop talking at all. "Silco would never allow snitches and if nostalgia wins him he will also come looking for you." She paused. "That's why I want you to come with me."

You held your breath with the proposal. "I have no idea what you did to me, I just know I don't love you far."

Everything froze again, living with Sevika, the idea did not displease you at all and perhaps in other circumstances they would have accepted instantly, but your recent betrayal of her and Vi's return to the city put everything in a different perspective. Not only did you run the risk that the terrifying lady would end up learning about the information you provided to your former girlfriend, but if Vi found out about this she would loathe you forever.

"I… I don't know what to say… Sevika, I have to think about it." It was the only thing that occurred to you at that moment. You saw her nod before getting up on your side, but not before leaving a bag of money on the table.

"You don't have to pay me, we didn't do anything," you told her.

"For the inconvenience, wrist and this ..." She took out a small sparkling vial under her cape. "It's for the pain." She pointed to your already slightly swollen arm. "If you end up accepting my proposal, you know you'll be much better than here, you know ... Just think about it."

And finally the great lady left, leaving you alone with a million thoughts in mind.

[idy-ll-ique]

His Lovely Girl.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Requested: nope

Warnings: insecurity

Summary: Sebastian spoils her all the time. What has she ever done for him? When someone leaves a rude comment under her Instagram post, she can't help but rethink her entire relationship with the handsome actor.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! We're back to Marvel lol, enjoy!

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"I'll see you later, dove, have fun!" Y/N grinned when her boyfriend leaned over, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Bye, Seb, I'll miss you," she whispered and he looked down at her, his heart swelling in his chest, full of appreciation for her. He loved her so much. "I'll miss you too, Y/N, but I'll only be gone for around 6 hours." Y/N pouted and he couldn't help it.

He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers in a chaste kiss. "I know. Go now, I don't want to be the reason you're late." He laughed heartily when she pushed him away with a smile. "Oh, doll, everyone knows about us, they'll know anyway." With that, he waved at her and left the apartment they shared. Y/N had moved in with him 2 years into dating.

Sebastian Stan; let's just say, he was a busy man. Y/N sighed and got up from the bed, feeling hungry. They had started dating 4 years ago, and what years those were; the most blissful ones in both their lives. They loved each other to death, and they knew that. Y/N waddled into the kitchen and looked around the various cabinets, finding a box of Mac and Cheese.

It was a funny story, actually, how they met. Y/N, at the time, was working as a barista at Starbucks. One day, Sebastian had walked into the Starbucks where she worked, and she was the one who took his order. He was extremely polite, funny and a bit awkward and just like that, she fell in love with him all over again. Y/N was a Marvel geek and Sebastian had noticed.

"I really like your hoodie, doll, where'd you get it?" he had asked her after telling her his order. And she had looked down, seeing the custom-made hoodie she wore. It was black in colour, but one of the sleeves was silver and had a red star on the bicep, just like his arm from the movie Captain America: Winter Soldier.

Bucky's trigger words were printed on the front of the hoodie. She had blushed furiously, simultaneously cursing and thanking her fate and coincidence. "I had it custom made," she had told him at the time and he had grinned so wide he thought his mouth would tear open. That was the moment where he, too, realized that he was getting a crush on the pretty barista.

And he hadn't hesitated to ask her for her number. He had taken a tissue paper, scribbled his number down and had written what's yours? ;) underneath. When he went to pay for his coffee, he purposely made sure that he wasn't giving her any change. With his notes, he slid her the tissue and she took it, giving him a confused look.

When she read it, her breath hitched. While pulling out his change, she had discreetly written her number down on the tissue, saved his on her phone and had given the tissue back to him with the coins. Both of them had grinned widely at each other when he left. While walking home, he had taken out the tissue and had seen her number written neatly under his. And his heart raced, Y/N is worth it.

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*@yn_yln posted a photo*

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yn_yln Mac and Cheese, anyone? :D

Y/N smiled and logged out of her Instagram account after posting the photo. She just couldn't resist; she looked good that day, one of those days where she felt confident enough to post a picture. She kept her phone away and sauntered into the sitting room to watch something on the television. An hour passed before she yawned, feeling tired.

2:05 pm, her watch displayed. Well, there's no harm in an afternoon nap, am I right? Sebastian wasn't home anyway, and it's not like she had anything to do. Grabbing her phone off the dining table, she walked into hers and Sebastian's shared bedroom, plopping down on the bed. She decided to check her Instagram before falling asleep and opened the said app.

She went through the page that displayed all the likes and comments, pausing at one comment. Her heart dropped as she clicked on the comment, her entire being filling with an uneasy feeling. You're only dating him for the money, admit it. Until then, she had never even thought… about that. Throwing her phone to the side she sat up, breathing heavily.

Y/N was currently jobless. After they started going out, she continued working at Starbucks until last year; Sebastian had suggested that she leave the job and work somewhere better, earn a higher salary. Y/N had discarded the idea at first, since the job paid enough for her to go about her daily things and where would she even find another job?

Starbucks was okay. But Sebastian wouldn't hear it. So she left the job, now jobless. She had applied to a few places but hadn't received any news as of yet. They're right. I'm living off of him. I don't even have a job. What does it look like? A broke woman dating a rich, handsome guy? Oh my God, am I leeching off his hard work? All those thoughts rushed through her head in a span of a few seconds.

The more she thought about it, the more she teared up. Blinking the tears away, she lay back down and curled up under the comfortable blankets. His blankets. She closed her eyes, trying her hardest to fall asleep but the tears were proving it to be difficult. Fortunately, she drifted off into an uneasy slumber 15 minutes later.

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"Baby, I'm home!"

Silence. Sebastian frowned, carefully walking into the house. "Y/N?" he called out but there was no answer. Keeping the bag he was holding away, he walked further into the apartment, stopping at the doorway of their bedroom. "Aw," he whispered under his breath, smiling, stepping into the bedroom. He gently sat next to his sleeping girlfriend.

His knuckles traced her cheeks but he froze. Why is she so cold? His soft touch was enough to wake her up, because she stirred and blinked up at him. "Seb, hi, welcome back." Her voice was hoarse. "Y/N? Did you fall sick?" he asked worriedly as she sat up, distancing herself from him. "I'm not sick," she muttered but Sebastian wouldn't buy it.

He reached out to cup her cheek, feeling like he had been stabbed multiple times when she leaned away from his touch. "Y/N?" She shook her head and looked out of the window, bringing her knees to her chest. "Just wanna be alone right now." She didn't want to send him away. She wanted to sit in his lap, listen to him rambling about his day…

But she also didn't want to be near him. Do I even deserve him? "What happened?" he insisted, his eyes going wide when she glared at him. "Go. Away." He scrambled off the bed without another word, softly closing the door behind him as he walked into the sitting room, running a hand through his hair. He sat down on the couch and looked around.

What happened in those 6 hours that he was away? Sebastian knew she wasn't on her cycle, it still had another week to come. So it wasn't mood swings. His eyes landed on the empty bowl of Mac and Cheese sitting on the dining table but they skimmed right past it, not knowing that that bowl was the reason for Y/N's sadness. Then he stared at the designer handbag on the opposite couch.

Picking up the bag, he strode back to their room, knocking on the door. Maybe seeing a pretty purse would lighten her mood? "What?" Y/N called out from inside and he opened the door, holding the purse up. "I brought you a gift." Y/N's heart started thudding in her chest and tears glistened in her eyes anew as she stared at the bag with utmost resentment.

"I don't want it."

Sebastian went rigid. She never rejects my gifts. "Y/N—" She started shaking her head. "No. Return it. I'm not taking it. I don't want it," she repeated, her glare now directed at him. "But doll…" he tried, freezing when her jaw clenched. "Get out." Disheartened, he walked out once more, more confused than anything. Now I have to know what happened.

Inside the room, Y/N sobbed silently. The bag was so pretty, her favorite color, the sleek design… she wanted to keep it so bad, but she knew she wasn't worthy of it. Sebastian brought her gifts all the time. Most of them expensive as shit; he had the money to blow off. What had she done for him? Nothing, really. He spoiled her heartily, never once allowing her to do the same.

"You're mine, baby girl, mine to love, mine to cherish, mine to spoil."

She was definitely leeching off him. Outside the room, Sebastian took out his phone and texted Y/F/N, who was Y/N's closest friend. They rarely spoke, but Y/N told Y/F/N everything and he knew she'd have answers.

hey, do you know what's up with y/n

why what happened

she's in a really bad mood

she's angry at me and I brought her a gift but she won't take it

she usually loves them but today…

OH WAIT

I know what happened

she texted me in the afternoon

something about a comment on Instagram or something

ig that's why she's in a bad mood

oh

thanks

I'll check it out

He ended the conversation and opened Instagram, seeing a new post from his dear girlfriend. Sebastian couldn't help but smile as he liked the photo, commenting a heart emoji. There were only around 22 comments on the post, so he decided to go through them. Which comment had triggered her? He found it instantly and his nostrils flared.

Replying to the fairly rude comment, he typed, how about you fuck off and mind your own damn business? If you don't like her, unfollow and leave. There's literally nothing else you need to do. After hitting send, he kept his phone away and, determination shining in his eyes, ran back to the bedroom.

He threw open the door and a sob escaped the lips of the startled woman. He started taking off the annoying clothes he was wearing until he was just in his boxers, sliding into the bed next to her. She attempted to push him away but the strong man didn't budge, holding her on his lap as she thrashed. Soon, she gave up the fight and melted against him, crying her eyes out.

"I'm sorry," she apologized again and again, her breath hitching. "Hush, baby, it's okay, I'm not mad," he whispered, rubbing her back, helping her calm down. She rested her head on his shoulder, her arms tight around him. "Tell me the truth. What happened?" he asked even though he knew the answer. Tiredly, Y/N narrated everything; from the comment to all her insecurities.

Sebastian gently cupped her cheeks, wiping her tears off. "Y/N, you're mine. I love taking care of you, I love spoiling you, and I don't do it because I expect something in return, I do it because I love you. Don't listen to strangers on the internet, what better work do they have? Nothing but lowlifes. You don't have to do anything for me. I don't want you to do anything for me."

"But Seb…"

"No. No, you're my girlfriend and only the best for my girl. I love all the gifts you get me. I cherish them wholeheartedly. Just you being my girl is a gift better than anything else in the world, to be honest. But I'm going to continue looking after you whether you like it or not. You don't even have to go to work, I'm here for you. I love you." Y/N teared up again.

They were happy tears.

"I love you so much," she cried weakly and Sebastian pulled her to him, cradling her head, breathing her in. "I love you too, doll. Now will you take my gift, please?" She nodded against him and he gently lowered her on the bed, going outside to get the bag. Once back in their room he handed the bag to her, smiling at the way her eager hands reached up to accept the gift.

As he watched her admiring the bag, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, till death do them part.

His girl, his lovely girl.

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A/N: Leave a like if you enjoyed, thanks for reading!

[nyuksw]

The Shop — Sunwoo, smut

warnings: sex toys, kinda public sex, unprotected sex, masturbation, oral (my old work being modified and re-posted)

You were walking towards the shop you’ve seen so many times as you drove by almost every day. You decided to wear a hoodie despite the warm weather just to pull on the soft material over your head, wearing some dark shades and hugging your bag closer to your chest. Anyone that could see you right now would think you were buying something else. You parked just in front of the shop, yet the walk through the short distance felt way too long for your liking.

Walking through the big front doors, the sensor bell goes off making you pursue your lips. Why did it have to indicate someone coming in?! You took a deep breath, hoping no one would come to greet you or even offer their help, a blush already creeping up your cheeks just by thinking about it.

You looked around the shop, plenty of toys decorating the walls and the shelves, some that you have never seen or even imagined existed. Different sizes, uses, what even are those?! Your eyes widening upon seeing a weird long shaped object by one of the shelves.

“Okay maybe I should leave, I shouldn’t have listened to my friends.” you whispered to yourself, turning around and ready to sprint towards your car.

But before you could even take a step, a male voice spoke behind you. “Hello, welcome to Cupid’s Box. Looking for anything in particular?”

You closed your eyes, suddenly feeling too shy to even move. You turned around slowly, coming face to face with a tall and handsome guy, flashing you a bright and friendly smile. You scanned his face, eyes moving down his tall body. Luckily you were still wearing those shades or he would’ve noticed you were checking him out.

“I was uhm, I was just looking around.” you said, your voice coming out hesitant.

He raised an eyebrow at you, eyeing you quickly and biting back a smile. It’s not the first time he has encountered customers like you, coming in in disguise to shop, some even leaving without stepping inside. You were nervous and embarrassed, he clearly could see that.

Bringing a hand up to your face he took the glasses and removed them from your face, revealing your pretty eyes that were already wide in surprise and frantically looking at everything and everyone but him.

“If you’re going to just look around, you should remove these at least so you could see better.” He said while chuckling, “I’m Sunwoo by the way, I’d gladly assist you today.”

“Thank you, Sunwoo. But I was just passing by, not really shopping.” you said one more time, rather than trying to convince him it sounded more like you were trying to convince yourself of it.

“Are you sure? I mean, based on your outfit, the dark shades and the way you’re holding your bag, I can tell that you entered the shop with plans of buying something but you got too embarrassed and if it wasn’t for me talking to you, you would’ve ran out. Am I right?” He tilted his head to the side slightly and raised an eyebrow at you.

You pulled your hood away from your head, fixing your hair with a huff, “Fine, yes. I wanted to get a.... toy.” you said, still avoiding his eyes.

“Do you have anything in mind? A dildo, vibrator, perhaps both in one?” he asked and for the first time you locked eyes with him, he was very handsome and that smile, ugh that smile was enough to get your knees buckling.

“I don’t know, I came here without a clue of what exactly I'm looking for.” you laughed nervously but he smiled at you yet again

“Don’t worry, that’s why I'm here. First of all I need to know something, do you prefer clit or g-spot stimulation?”

“Well I have never had a g-spot orgasm,” you chuckle awkwardly, remembering how your ex never really focused on your pleasure and rather on his own, as well as other casual one night stands you’ve had here and there, which is why you’re currently standing on a sex shop. Hoping to get something to pleasure you the way no guy has ever done, and when you look up at him again he is just looking at you expectantly, “so I think a clit one will work better.”

“A vibrator it is then!” he said excitedly, clapping his hands together, “please follow me.”

You followed him through the shop towards the other side, glancing around and seeing the amount of toys there were besides the typical ones you knew. There were nipple clamps, butt plugs, whips, cock rings, lubes. Eyes wide and a deep pink blush over your cheeks as you eyed them, quickly turning around and gluing your eyes on the back of the tall and handsome worker.

“Here it is, our most famous vibrator.” he said, suddenly stopping and making you crash on his back, letting out a small sorry you took a few steps back and observed the pink colored device on his hand.

“This guy here is made from body safe silicone, it has 10 ultra powerful vibration intensities and 6 vibration patterns. It’s usb rechargeable and shower friendly too. Pretty good for someone who is just starting to get into toys.” he explained, extending the toy out for you to take it and see it yourself, but instead of focusing on the pink toy, your eyes were glued to his long pretty fingers. Unsure if it was because of the shop’s atmosphere or because you were that needy, your mind started to wonder how those fingers would feel if he- wait, no. You blinked rapidly, quickly glancing up at him and nodded, “I’ll buy that one.”

He raised his eyebrows at you, “Are you sure? You don’t want to see other options? There are some other ones with more functions.” he suggested but you quickly shook your head.

“Alright then.” he grinned and started to walk towards the cash register.

“Would you like to buy anything else?” he asked as he started to scan the code, looking up at you a few seconds later only to see you looking at some cuffs that were on the counter next to you.

“Perhaps those?” he suggested.

You looked at him, shaking your head and looking down as you took out your wallet, “I don’t have anyone to use those with so I’ll pass. How much do I owe you?”

He raised an eyebrow at you, biting his lip to prevent a smirk from forming on his lips as he just learned that you were single, but you caught it and yet again, just by it you were somehow getting aroused. Damn it, you really need to get out of there soon and get home right now.

“That would be $95.” he said and you immediately handed him the money.

He started to work packing your order, and you noticed he was hesitant about something. Eyeing him curiously until he finally decided to speak up.

“You don’t remember me?” he questioned.

You frowned, “Remember you?”

“Yeah from school, I’m Kim Sunwoo. We were classmates pretty much from kids until highschool.” he chuckled.

Your eyes widened in shock and horror, your life almost flashing right in front of you. As if this wasn’t already embarrassing enough, the guy working there and helping you get a sex toy, was an old friend.

“I thought you would recognize me. I guess I changed?” he chuckled, trying to hide the small disappointment from you not recognizing him.

You took the bag and tried to hide it in your purse but it was too big so frustrated you simply rolled the plastic bag with the box trying to cover the name of the shop on it and held it closer to you.

“Thank you for purchasing here at Cupid’s Box. I hope to see you around here again.” He said smiling at you but you quickly nodded and muttered a quick thank you before turning around and quickly walked towards your car, totally missing the way he made emphasis on the last sentence.

You arrived back home, already feeling a little bored as it was still a little too early. Your mind going back to Sunwoo, there was something about him that caught your eye. Just thinking about him already made you feel that tingling sensation down there, biting your lip you took the toy from the bag and went into your room.

Laying in bed after removing your clothes, hands exploring your own body, sliding your hand down your body, thinking all the time about Sunwoo, wishing it was his hand the one touching you right now. A soft moan leaving your lips the moment your fingers came in contact with your already sensitive clit, squirming a little as you started to rub it slowly.

You extended your arm to the side where you left the vibrator, taking it and turning it on in the lowest mode, you opened your legs a little more, fingers spreading your own folds as you lowered the toy against your clit. Moaning loudly as it sent waves of pleasure, throwing your head back, thinking about how that pretty face would look between your legs with those pretty plump lips eating you out. You clicked on another button, putting the vibrator on a higher mode, the sudden shock making you close your legs with the toy still between them as you became a whiny mess.

You were getting closer to your orgasm, but before you could even reach it, the vibrator stopped working. Snapping your eyes open, you clicked continuously on the buttons trying to get it on again.

“This can’t be happening.” you groaned in frustration, taking the toy from between your legs and continued pushing every button. You stood up from bed and grabbed the charger, maybe it ran out of battery. But plugging in you realized the battery light didn’t turn on, which meant the vibrator completely died out of nowhere after purchasing it just an hour ago.

“Best one my ass.” you muttered angrily, quickly putting on some clothes again after cleaning up and throwing the toy into your purse, storming out of your apartment and driving all the way to the shop again.

It was almost closing time, Sunwoo was preparing everything to close when he saw a car carelessly pull up in front of the shop, sighing and thinking that maybe it was another weird customer doing some last minute shopping before their night wild adventures. But to his surprise he saw you walking into the store, hair a little messy as well as the clothes, it was like you just threw on whatever and didn’t even look in the mirror.

Raising his eyebrows as he watched you walk towards him, hand going inside your bag and pulling the vibrator you got earlier that day, slamming it down on the counter right in front of him and looking down at it with a questioning look before looking back at you, this time noticing your flushed cheeks.

“I want a refund.” you said glaring at him.

“I’m sorry but our policy says we can’t refund money for us-”

“This thing died on me right before I was about to orgasm. It didn’t even last 20 minutes and it simply stopped working. It seems I just can’t get pleasure, not even with a damn toy. My ex, who was a total asshole by the way, never cared about satisfying me too, no guy has ever for that matter. I came here hoping to get something better that could do the work they don’t but I just got scammed because this thing didn’t do anything.” you rambled and Sunwoo only stared at you. You were very frustrated, sexually frustrated to be exact, so you didn’t care at this point about rambling to a hot old classmate at a sex shop.

“I’m really sorry for the inconvenience, some toys come with malfunctions from the factory. Since the toy has been used I can’t give you a refund, but I can offer you some amazing deals for another toy.” he suggested, quickly glancing at the clock to his side.

“No, I don’t want another toy! Or maybe I do, I don’t know. I just want to be fucked either by a dick or a toy, I don’t care anymore.” you groaned, throwing your hands in the air.

Sunwoo glanced at the clock again, 9:00 PM finally, closing time. Smirking, he turned around to look at you again. “Here at Cupid’s Box, our customer’s satisfaction is our priority. So let me make it up to you and not exactly with a toy.”

It took you a moment to fully process what he just said, opening your mouth to talk only to close it again. You were taken aback, but you weren’t even sure if he really insinuated that or you just misinterpreted his words.

“How?” you asked, decided to play along and maybe get to somewhere with it.

“Let me be the one to pleasure you,” He smirked, walking behind the counter until he was out of there and in front of you. Placing his hands against the counter, making sure you cage you in his arms, he leaned closer to you, lips ghosting over yours as he kept talking, “let me be the one to make up for the toy and all those assholes you’ve slept with that doesn’t know how to treat you right and give you what you need.”

“Do it already then.” you said and he crashed his lips against yours, hands messily touching each other. You weren’t the only one who wanted this, the moment he stepped in Sunwoo laid his eyes on you, so timid and innocent yet you wanted to buy a sex toy. But then when he took off your glasses he recognized you, the person who he always had a crush on, old feelings surfacing again and seeing you buying toys really turned him on. Leaving him the entire day alone with his imagination thinking about you using the vibrator and maybe, just maybe, thinking of him as you did.

He lowered his hands, unbuttoning your pants and dragging them down. He grabbed you by the waist and lifted you up, placing you on the counter without breaking the kiss. He settled between your legs, moving his hands up to lift your shirt and remove your bra. Licking his lips when he saw your exposed body, his cold fingers ghosting over your nipples, watching them get hard before leaning down to wrap his pretty lips around one.

He explored your upper body with his lips and tongue, attacking your neck and chest, leaving marks as he lowered a hand until it was on your clothed core, making you gasp and buck your hips against his hand. He smirked against your skin, liking the way you were reacting to his touch and he didn't even start yet. He pressed his fingers against it, feeling your wetness through the material.

“You’re already this wet for me?” He murmured, trailing kisses all the way up to your neck.

He pushed your panties to the side, fingers tracing up and down your slit before pushing two inside you. The coldness of his fingers just made it feel even better before they warmed up, he moved his head and captured your lips once again as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you. He pulled his fingers out of you and pulled down your panties, spreading your legs again and kneeling down until his face was in front of you.

He decided to tease you painfully slowly, looking up at you with a smirk on his face before sticking his tongue out and giving you a quick lick, lips leaving kisses all over your thighs before moving back and started giving you short kitten licks. The movements of his tongue were slow but precise, starting from your slit all the way up towards your clit. Flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue, earning a moan from you. Smirking proudly against your folds, he decided to speed up his work.

Thrusting two fingers inside you again, his lips wrapped around your clit and started to lick and suck on it, feeling you clench around his fingers making him groan against you. The sounds coming out from his throat sent vibrations against you, lowering a hand you ran your fingers through his curly hair, pulling on it as you started to grind against his mouth. He curled his fingers inside you, pressing on your sweet spot as his tongue quickly laped over your clit.

“that’s it, cum on my mouth.” he murmured, tongue going back to doing its job, pushing you over the edge seconds later and orgasming. You let go of his hair, slamming your hand on the counter for support as you leaned back, shaking and moaning in pleasure as he kept licking clean your folds.

You opened your eyes, looking down at him as he placed one last kiss on your inner thigh and stood up, licking his lips.

“You taste so sweet.” he said, hands sneaking around your waist pulling you towards him, lips meeting yours again into a slower but still heated kiss. He lifted you up from the counter, helping you to get off.

Hands quickly moving to unbutton his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear, his erection touching your thighs making you pull away. You looked down, licking your lips at the sight, quickly getting on your knees you wrapped a hand around it and took him into your mouth, humming in satisfaction as you did. You bobbed your head, taking him fully before pulling away, using your hand to jerk him off. Your tongue giving him a long lick from the base to the tip, lips wrapping around it again.

“Oh fuck, fuck Y/N.” he said under his breath. Looking down, eyes fixed on how pretty you are looking with his dick in your mouth. You started to speed up your movements, making him shut his eyes and groan. But before he could even get closer to his own climax, he pulled you away and helped you up. A hand wrapped around your neck and the other one cupping your boob, thumb playing with your nipple.

“I want to fuck you, I want to cum with my dick buried inside of you.” he said, lips hovering yours as he spoke before pressing them and kissing you, biting your lip as he pulled away.

“Wait, what if someone walks in?” you said, remembering you were still in the shop.

“Are you worrying about that now? Someone could have already walked in and see your pretty pussy being eaten by me or you sucking my cock.” he chuckled, “this is a sex shop, weird and kinky people walk in every day. I don’t think they would have a problem seeing me fuck you right here, doesn’t being caught excites you? Hm?” he said, murmuring against your skin as he trailed kisses down your neck.

Those words alone were making you wet again already, throbbing and clenching around nothing as he whispered next to your ear and neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin and sending shivers down your spine. He turned you around, bending you over the counter and spreading your legs with his knee. He removed his shirt and threw it somewhere on the floor along with the other clothes, pumping himself a few times as he took a good look at you all bent over, throbbing and waiting for him.

He teased your entrance with the tip, pushing in slowly and taking it out again, making you whine. “Sunwoo, please. Just put it in already, please. Fill me up, I need to feel you inside me, I need you...” you begged, eyes shut and fingers gripping the edge of the counter.

“You really want it? Do you really want me to fuck you Y/N?” he asked, slapping his cock against your clit, what a tease.

“Just do it already Sunwoo or I swear t-”

He thrusted deep in you, making you gasp. It felt better than what you imagined, he filled you up just right, thrusting at a fast pace just like you needed, making sure you felt every inch as he was balls deep inside you. Your nipples rub against the cold surface of the counter as your tits bounced with every snap of his hips, adding more pleasure to the whole thing.

You were soaked, aching for him ever since you saw him earlier. It has been quite a long time since anyone has been inside of you, let alone fucking you this good. It was a pleasure that you never felt with anyone else, and definitely not even with the short period of time that vibrator worked. You hissed as he pulled out of you and slammed back in, hands sliding down from your hips to squeeze your ass before slapping it, his hand leaving a red mark.

His hand slid down your ass and towards your thigh, lifting your leg up until your knee was resting against the edge of the counter, the new angle giving him not only a better view but better access for him to sneak his hand between your legs and start rubbing your clit in circles. The new position making his cock hit your g-spot with every single thrust, “oh fuck.” you wailed, starting to clench around him.

Leaning down to kiss your shoulder as he kept thrusting and stimulating your clit, “come on baby, cum for me.” he murmured, your whimpers filling his ears making him groan by your hot sounds.

You felt it bubbling up in your stomach, slowly washing all over you until you were screaming out his name, still clenching around him as you rode out of your orgasm. You managed to lean back a little, just enough to turn your head to the side just enough, he cupped the side of your neck and leaned in to kiss you. He thrusted hard a few more times before he came, grunting and moaning your name against your lips. Feeling him twitch inside of you and filling you up with his cum.

He moved slowly inside you, making both of you whimper at the overstimulation. Letting go of your face he leaned back, pulling out of you and resting his forehead against your shoulder, you could feel his warm cum leaking out of you. He took a few seconds to steady his breathing before taking a step back just to see how his cum was dripping down your core, smirking proudly.

He extended a hand behind the counter and took out some wipes and paper towel, helping you clean up before handing you your clothes. You leaned back against the counter for support, your legs still shaking from the action. He finished putting on his clothes and turned around to look at you, a warm smile and fond look over his features now.

“You do that with every customer?” you questioned, unsure of what to say, trying to lift the mood even more in a playful way.

“Not really, you’re the first one.” he chuckled, making you raise an eyebrow at him. “And the last one because once my boss finds out what I did here, he will fire me. Not that I mind, I was planning to quit anyway.”

There was silence between you two, glancing at him to see him fixing his hair, probably not knowing what to say either.

“Thank you, Sunwoo. That was amazing.” you whispered, and you really meant it.

He turned around to look at you, his eyes getting lost in yours and a smile making its way on his lips. Shaking his head slightly, as if telling you that you don’t even have to thank him.

He took a step closer to you, “I, uh…” he was getting lost in his own words, not knowing how to properly phrase them. “I don’t want this to be just a one time thing and I don’t mean it just for the sex. Even though it was indeed amazing, I also want to be able to take you out and let me treat you right, like you deserve.”

You bit your lip, a blush creeping up on your cheeks and a smile already forming on your lips, “I would love that.”

His smile grew bigger, his eyes turning into cute crescents and you felt your heart swoon. “I have to close up, how about we get some dinner?”

“Sounds just perfect.” you said, leaning in and pecking his cheek, “i’ll wait.”

But before he could turn around to lock the front door, he extended an arm, taking something from the counter beside you. Wriggling in the air the handcuffs you were eyeing earlier that day, “better get these for the next time.” he said, shoving them into his pocket and winked at you, finally turning around to lock the place.

[secondhand-trash]

Tyrant

A/N: hi sorry to interrupt the event content but I just have to write this before I run out of motivation lol

Pairing: Fushiguro Toji x afab!reader

Description: You knew you were already conquered when he looked up with an uninterested gaze, and suddenly he did not look so uninterested anymore.

Warning: vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, degredation, daddy kink, Toji is not nice, yes I used the word “cunny”, breeding kink, he called you a good girl once, creampie, might give dubcon vibes at one point depending on how you interpret it (I don’t think it is but just putting it here to be safe)

Word count: 4018

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The most subconscious, most primal base of your instinct told you to run when you met eyes with Fushiguro Toji for the first time. 

He wasn’t even doing anything, just his hands twirling the empty shot glass in his hand mindlessly as he stared at it aimlessly with boredom. You had been avoiding this particular patron of the ragged pub you worked at for as long as you could, risking the annoyed eye rolls from your coworkers just to find whatever excuse you could to not go up to him. 

They did not understand why you were so afraid of this man who was not even affiliated with any of the gangs that were a known danger in the city. You could not tell them why too, but you were convinced that some gut feelings were best to be trusted.

A sheep would know a wolf even if it had never seen one.

The other people who frequented this place was by no means the elite of the city, anyone who would choose to come into this shady bar shoved at the very center of one of the messiest neighborhoods of the city came because any other place would call on them the moment they even tried to walk through. They were all the same, same bunch from the same world and as a result, these people that were your customers had no issue talking about what they do for a living right in front of the bar table where many others could hear.

They knew that no one would rat them out, especially not the people that worked there, because it wouldn’t be very hard to trace back to exactly who it was that did it.

These people intimidated you, but the number of people from different walks all of the same field who gathered here also meant that none of these people would bother to hurt you and ruin the perfectly tipped balance of this safe spot. You could deal with the other customers just fine, they might be dangerous but most of them wouldn’t do anything but looking at the exposed skin of your short top far too directly when you put down their drinks. 

It was an unwritten rule for the staff to stay as impersonal towards the bar-goers as possible, but the people who did the same thing always managed to find their circle and after a while, you would have a blurry image of what they do. Gang leaders would always found another man of their rank from the corner of their eyes, snippers and hired guns had their own corner of the pub they crowd at. Fushiguro Toji was not the same as the rest of them. He always came along, slipping into the far end of the bar counter without a word and just stayed for hours until most others had already left. You had never seen him interacting with any other people at the bar, making what he did for him to come here instead of any other place still a mystery to you. He was not eager to tell people what he did, how many scars he had under the same black shirt he always wore. He had never gotten drunk, never raised his voice, never showed a hint of interest when brawls broke out between the other drunken men. And it seemed the neglect was mutual, you didn’t think you had seen anyone trying to slip into the empty seat next to his at the bar even when it was the only one left. He was in his own bubble, away from the other gangs and mobs.

He did not look like he cares about anything, and that was terrifying in a man

Running away was not really an option, not when he was always here and you could only excuse yourself so many times before you started to sense that if you run again, it wouldn’t be so long until you wouldn’t even have a job anymore. 

“Sir, your drink,” You were sure your voice was near shaking when you had to break him out of his daze as you put his usual shot in front of him. It was a Wednesday midnight and it was just you working at the front, and surely he was there on the day you finally had nowhere to hide. Heat drained from your face when you walked up to him, the feeling of the cooler’s wind fanning against your exposed skin beneath the skimpy uniform you were wearing made you feel all the more self-conscious. If he looked up, he would see the way your shirt rested just below your chest, the fabric taut against the curve of your bra. The cut of your jean shorts was almost meaningly, with the fray resting at the root of your thighs and barely below the roundness of your ass.

You knew you were already conquered when he looked up with an uninterested gaze, and suddenly he did not look so uninterested anymore.

Your body could not move when his eyes trailed down from your wide eyes to your nervously pursed lips, to your collarbone and your tits that were pushed out as you crossed your arms in front of you like a child, and down the skin of your stomach before going back up when he got to the flesh of your thighs. You gulped, feeling the fever that speeded through your veins and holding back the unknown urge to clench your legs tighter together out of reflex.  

He knew you were afraid of him, and your timid posture seemed to entertain him greatly when he picked up the shot glass that looked miniature in his large hand and brought it up to his scarred lips. He was smirking now, opening his back as he tilted the hard liquor into his mouth. The knot in his throat bobbed, and you almost let out a disgraced whimper when you saw the lines of his abdomen against his shirt when he let out a sigh.

“Waiter!”

You jumped when you heard the yell from the other side of the pub, frantically pulling your eyes away and swallowing down the chills on your scalp. You gave him a quick nod before you nearly stumbled away, and your heart pounded in your ear when you heard a grumbled chuckle ringing behind you.

He was gone by the time you gathered enough courage to look at his usual seat again, but you could not stop thinking about the way he looked at you even after you were alone in your bed that night.

-

“What had you done with the man who always sat at the corner?” your coworker asked you in the changing room when you came back from your day off.

Your hands that were zipping up your hot shorts froze in place. “Nothing,” you hid the fact that you felt your skin heating up just as the familiar image appeared in your head, tugging your shorts as low as you could to hide more of your skin as you followed up, sounding as nonchalant as you could, “why did you ask?”

“Really?”

You felt goosebumps exploding on your skin when they said the one thing you had feared they would say.

“Because he asked about you when you weren’t here yesterday.”

-

Once the wolf locked onto its target, it wouldn’t stop until the little lamb finally fell into right where he wanted it to be.

He started to request for you to serve his drinks. Your owner couldn’t wait to send you his way, because the man who usually ordered two shots max was now ordering repeatedly as long as you were the one walking up to him. The more you could not meet his gaze, the wilder he seemed to grin as he started coaxing you to stay with him for longer after you put down his drinks. The primal instinct to bow down to the dominant and the one that pushed you to run from the predator battled in your head when he asked for you to sit down with him, with the former winning when you realised you were nothing but a puddle of water as soon as he put his hand on your wrist.

That was the most dangerous part about him, because he seemed to have figured out that your body wanted to obey him.

One hand on the wrist eventually turned into his palm on your thigh. His touch always soft enough for you to flinch away, delighting him all the more when you didn’t. It was only a matter of time before he asked for your name, how old you were, what you do when you weren’t here serving beer to gangs.

You told him you need the money, and he looked very understanding when he nodded and gave your thigh a pat before taking his hand back. “No wonder,” you sat up straighter when you felt the chills running along your spine from his calloused finger brushing against your skin, “I was thinking why a little thing like you would be at a place like this.”

One night, Toji did not come into the pub like he used to. He was already there by the time you walked up to the backdoor, your mouth parting but nothing came out at why he was here at the staff entrance and so early too.

“When does your shift end?” he asked, long fingers picking out a cigarette from the packet before holding it between his teeth.

Your skin crawled, before the warmth stirring in your stomach won over.

He nodded when you answered him, the sharp click of his lighter followed by a spark as he dipped his head down.

The shivers were back when he exhaled, throwing his head back as he leaned against the brick wall. 

“Good,” he said, putting the lit cig back between his teeth when he made a gesture with his hand for you to go inside.

When you came out, he had just taken his last puff. There was a glint in his eyes when he saw you standing there in front of the door, your hands gripping onto the strap of your bag.

The half-burnt butt joined the several others on the floor when he pushed himself off the wall and walked up to you.

-

The wolf showed his claws once the lamb was in his lair.

Your head was hazy when Toji backed off of you for the first time after your back hit his mattress. A manic smile hung on his face when he looked down at the figure beneath him, shaking and panting as you were trapped between his knees. 

He had an image in his head of how you would look with your body sunk into his bed, and boy were you a fragile, pretty little thing when he finally got to put his hands on you.

Your lips were puffy from his nibbling and sucking, looking awfully like a pout as heavy breaths fell from the trembling petals. Your arms remained where he had pinned them down above your head even long after his hands wandered away, your face buried to the side of your upper arm as you tried to hide your expression away. His rampant lips had left your head light and with his weight off of you, you finally remembered to breathe. 

Toji licked his lips as his gaze burned into you, darting his tongue out to wet his lips as he racked his eyes all over your exposed torso. The first thing that he tore off of you was the flimsy crop top that he had always see as a pain in the eye, pulling it above your tits roughly right after he shoved you onto his bed. The gasp that fell from your lips had him hard in an instance when he yanked down your bra, your arms completely helpless from shielding your chest from him with him one step ahead of you and pinning them above your head. You made the most pathetic noises when he sucked on your nipples, licking and flicking the bud with his tongue as you writhed underneath him. Now they were hard and standing for attention as he groped the flesh while staring right into your face, the sheen left on your peaks from his saliva as he rolled it between the gap of his fingers.

Fragile, pretty little thing, and a sensitive one too, Toji sniggered to himself as he  palmed his erection over his pants, his cock already twitching when he thought of how he could train your body to react the way he wanted you to.

A wet patch had already formed at the crotch of your panties and you let out a broken moan when his thumb pressed down on where your clit would be. “Little slut, getting so wet just from having your tits played with...” he mused, hooking the strip of fabric under his index finger and watching you squirmed when it stuck between your folds. You whimpered when he tugged it back and forth, your juices gushing out when it rubbed against your clit.

Your body jerked when he snapped it against your cunt, and he laughed. Your arousal formed a string when he pulled your soaked panties off of you, shoving it in the pocket of his pants but not before bringing the fabric near his nose and took a hard sniff. Your face burnt with humiliation and arousal at the sharp noise, but the heat dropped when he shoved the band of his wide-legged pants down roughly and his hard cock sprung up against his abdomen.

His head was already leaking with pre and a thick, pulsing vein crawling all the way down to his base from the crown. Your eyes widened when he fisted it in his hand, giving the girth a few jerks before tapping it against your cunt. His fingers dug into your thighs as he hooked it around his waist, rolling his hips slowly as he slid his length along your wet folds.

The weight between your legs was hard to brush off. He was hot, heavy, and his tip was right below your naval when his balls tapped against your ass. A loud squelch echoed in your ear when he pulled back, your wetness coating his cock from top to bottom as he dragged it along.

The fuse in your head burnt to ashes when you felt his hardness lining up at your entrance.

“Wait, please-” 

Your blood curled when Toji froze in place, the drop in his lust-riddled gaze shifting from your cunt slowly to your face.

“Huh?” he huffed, the grumble sending shocks straight to your core as he hoisted your legs higher up his sides.

“Please, it’s not going to fit,” your voice was weak as you whimpered, feeling your nervous tears gathering at the corner of your eyes when something nudged at your pussy.

You hissed when he pushed his tip in. He let out a wolfish chuckle when your body shuddered, “It seems like it’ll fit in this needy hole just fine.”

“No, no...” the tears were pushed down your cheeks when you shook your head, “please, I’ve never had anything this big. I-”

The wolf, so hungry and ready to devour you, halted any of his movements. Your eyes widened when the grin on his face dropped, and a dark cloud hazed over his sharp eyes.

You had said the wrong thing, you realised that when a wide grin split on Toji’s face.

“Never had anything this big,” he repeated mockingly, staring at your watery eyes from above when he pulled his tip out of you, “I see how this is...”

You yelped when he suddenly pushed your knees all the way back until it was right against your chest. The pain at the sides of your thighs had you slamming your head back, arching yourself off the mattress as Toji licked his hips at the sight of your dripping cunt all out for his eyes to see.

“You are such a slut for me because no one has ever fucked you right before...” he mused, gripping you by the back of your knees as he positioned himself at your clenching hole.

“Tell daddy,” your face heated up when he purred, “how big were the other people that you’ve had before?”

A sharp mewl ripped from the back of your throat when he pushed in, not even halfway through but your hands were already clawing at the sheets beneath you at the stretch. Your walls clamped down at the newfound fullness, stretching apart by a girth you had never experienced before.

His cock pulsed in you when he laughed, his lips curling up at the way your toes pointed straight and your eyes rolling back. “This big?”

You could only whimper when he pushed more of his cock inside. “This big?” he asked again, his throat bobbing when your tight walls fluttered around him.

More. “This big?”

The laugh rumbled out from the back of his chest when your voice came out high pitched and broken. The painful hiss stuck at the back of your throat when he gave one final push, his heavy balls slapped against your ass when he was finally all the way in. Your body was being torn apart by the seams, treading between the line of pain and pleasure as your vision saw white from getting stretched. He was hot inside of you, and his cock sitting inside of you was impossible for you to ignore as every cell in your body was set aflame by the numbing feeling.

“Hu- ah!” you panted when he shifted his weight onto your body, nuzzling his tip deeper into you as if it was even possible.

“Let daddy show you how real men fuck their whores.”

Loud slaps echoed in the room when he started thrusting, holding your shaking legs tight as he pounded into your cunt with feverish intent. The crescent marks of his nails digging into your skin was painful, and your body did not feel like it was under your own control as he drilled in and out of your sloppy hole. Your ass jiggled under each slap of his thighs against your cheeks, everywhere his cock had dragged against feeling like it was set on fire as he fucked you at a frantic pace. Your mouth parted when the initial pain was taken over by an undeniable lust, your brain melting into mush with his cock bottoming out in you so hard you could not even think straight. 

“Hm- mm! ‘S good, feels so good- Daddy, please please please...” 

Toji laughed at your incoherent babbles. His chest pressing up against the back of your thighs as he thrust deep into you, there was nowhere for you to hide your lust-blown gaze from his eyes. Drool was rolling down your jaw as your mouth hung wide, your tongue almost lolling out with each slam of his hips against yours. Your vision was blurry and you could barely keep your eyes open, fighting against the urge to close them up under the stimulation your body was being put through.

He only went harder when aroused tears ran down your face, the wetness of his tongue licking away the salty droplet making you whimper. “Aw, what’s wrong?” the condescending tone made your face burn, his warm breath brushing against your cheek as he accentuated each word with a roll of his hips, “Crying because this is the first time someone has reached so deep into your cunny?”

You let out a loud whine. Cunny, how humiliating for him to talk to you like you were a thoughtless child when he knew you could barely breathe properly with how he was rearranging your guts. The tantalizing tuts of his tongue made your walls clench and he let out a beastly grunt at the sudden friction around his cock.

“Any of the men you always flaunt around would kill someone to trade places with me,” he grunted, nibbling at the sensitive skin of your neck as he dragged his teeth down. He chuckled and the vibration made you roll your head back, “A cock whore like you would love that, won’t you? People killing just for a chance to pound your naughty hole?”

“No, no-” you shook your head when he suddenly slowed down, every hair on your body standing up at the sudden drop and your hands flew to grab onto his shoulders just for a chance for him to keep going, “only want you. Only want daddy’s cock- Ah! Hng!”

Your pleas satisfied him greatly, even more so when your wanton moans rang loudly in his ears as he aimed each thrust right at the spongey spot deep inside of you. “I should just knock you up, huh?” he smirked when you clamped down around him the moment his words dropped, “fuck a baby inside of you so other men can’t ogle at your tits and ass in that fucking uniform anymore.”

You could not process a word of what he was saying, the only thought your head could generate was that you would do anything for him to keep going. One strong pound tipped you off the edge, and you could not stop the rambling from falling off your tongue as his cock kept driving in and out of you while the orgasmic waves rush over you.

“I’m not gonna stop fucking you until you’re nothing but daddy’s little cumdump, is that what you want?”

“Yes yes yes yes- fuck yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop-”

Toji cackled, and kissed you square on the lips.

“Good,” Thrust, “fucking,” Thrust, “girl...” Thrust. 

He kept going as his load spilt inside of you. You whined at the warmth that filled you up, the stickiness leaking out with each push of his fat cock out of your abused hole and running down where your bodies connected. Toji leaned his body back as he slowed down, his eyes gluing onto the mess between your legs as your juices mixed with his released dripped onto the sheets.

You whimpered at the soreness when he slipped his limp cock out, the fluttering of your folds pushing his cum out of you. “Ha...” you sucked in a deep breath when he put your legs down, the twitching not once stopping when he leaned down and kissed your puffy clit.

Your sensitive body jumped at the touch, and he kissed the nub again as he pushed the leaking cum back into your pussy. “Good girl.”

You were far too worn out to do anything when he took your top off of you and unhooked your bra that had been sitting uncomfortably under your chest. The things he had said to you while he was ravaging you finally sank into your skin when you had the breaths to think about it, and Toji gave your head a soft pat when your eyes followed him like a lost puppy when he got up.

“Sleep,” he kissed your temple, and it appeared you still couldn’t win over the want to listen to him as the tiredness in your lids took in.

Fushiguro Toji watched as you drifted away into slumber, the silence stirring in the air as he contemplated what to do with you. It had been a while since he had last wanted something but he had been quick to recognise the fume in his chest when he saw you walking around and forcefully smiling at people not less dangerous than himself the first time he went into that pub. 

The tyrant would stop at nothing to get what he wanted, and he had no plans to let go once he took his first bite.

You did not hear him, he took your sleepy whimper as an answer on his own when he whispered against your hair.

“We talk about you and that job when you wake up.”

[valdomarx]

A Marriage of Convenience

Octoberfest romcom tropes day 1: fake dating

Jaskier pushed his ale aside and broke the wax seal on the letter. As he read the contents, his face pinched into a frown.

“Anything important?” Geralt asked, glancing up from his soup. 

Jaskier chewed his lower lip. “Not really. It’s from my family.” He took a breath. “They’re going to disinherit me.”

Geralt raised an eyebrow. “What did you do this time?”

Jaskier scoffed. “Nothing, thank you very much! But it’s my 35th birthday next month, and the stipulations of the Lettenhove family will are quite clear. If the oldest son isn’t married by the age of 35, inheritance passes to the next married cousin.”

“Very keen on weddings in Lettenhove, are they?”

“Rather less keen on unmarried bachelors, actually.”

Geralt grunted. “That’s too bad. I imagine a viscount’s fortune could have come in handy for you.”

“Oh, I don’t care about the money.” Jaskier waved a hand dismissively. “It’s just,” he sighed. “I have younger sisters who rely on me for support. If the inheritance goes to cousin Edward, he’ll turn them out without a penny to their names.”

“That’s unkind.”

“It is.” Jaskier slumped. He was glad to have left Lettenhove and its court intrigues behind, but the thought of his sisters being at the mercy of his greedy cousin was unconscionable. He knew too well all the terrible things that could befall a woman alone in the world.

“This will,” Geralt said, stirring his soup absentmindedly, “does it have any rules about who you have to marry?”

“No. Any old wedding will do. But it’s not like I’m going to find anyone willing to tie themselves to me in the next month.”

Geralt shrugged one shoulder. “I’ll marry you.”

Jaskier choked on his ale. “You?”

“Why not?”

“Because…” he broke off and mopped the sweat from his brow. Because I’ve been in love with you for decades. Because I’ve fantasised about you saying this in a million different ways. Because having to pretend it’s real is going to break my heart.

Geralt reached over the table and patted his hand. “It’ll just be pretend,” he said, as if that were in any way reassuring. “This is a problem easily solved. Let me help you.”

Jaskier sagged. This was going to be a disaster.

-

“This is going to be a disaster!” Jaskier paced anxiously around their room. “There are so many ways this could go horribly wrong.”

Geralt sat on the bed counting bundles of herbs. “It’ll be fine.” He was infuriatingly calm. “We’ll head to Lettenhove, have a quick wedding, get your family off your back, and be on our way. It’ll only take a few days.”

“But,” Jaskier kept pacing. “We’ll have to. You know. We’ll have to do couple things. There are certain… expectations of a newly married pair.”

Geralt got to his feet and placed his hands on Jaskier’s shoulders, stopping his anxious traipsing. “We’ll manage. Can’t be any worse than fighting drowners.”

Jaskier looked into amber eyes and felt his heart turn over in his chest. “Everyone will expect us to be holding hands, and kissing, and gods know what else. And you can’t do that.” He sighed. “You don’t even like men.”

Geralt leaned in closer, close enough that strands of his silver hair tickled Jaskier’s cheek. “I like men just fine,” he said, and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Then Jaskier did something terribly foolish. His body moved before his mind, his feet stepping closer, his arms wrapping around Geralt’s neck. He kissed him, hard, and to his astonishment Geralt kissed him back hungrily, lips parting to allow Jaskier to taste him fully, tongue exploring, hands roaming, and by the time they broke apart Jaskier was flushed and breathing hard.

“See?” Geralt said, his deep voice sending a shiver up his spine. “We can do this.”

-

Jaskier wrote to his family to tell them the good news, and he and Geralt wasted no time in heading off to Lettenhove. The journey was long but nothing they were unused to. They traveled by day, slept under the stars by night, and Geralt even picked up a few quick contracts to help pay their way.

It was comfortable, and normal, and Jaskier could almost forget about what he was about to put himself through.

At least, until they reached the outskirts of Lettenhove and they heard the whoosh of an incoming portal. The ground shook, the air rippled, and through the rent in reality stepped Yennefer, terrifying and beautiful as ever.

She raised one perfectly arched eyebrow at them. “I hear congratulations are in order.”

Jaskier couldn’t even bring himself to come up with a snarky reply as she swept past him and went to Geralt. He stood back and watched the two of them, powerful and dazzling together, each other’s equals in capability and composure.

He had never had a chance in this competition, he thought bitterly. He would be pretending with Geralt, while she had his heart for real.

Jaskier was left at camp while Geralt and Yennefer went off to do... whatever it was they did together. (He could guess what that was.) He spent a cold, lonely night with no one but Roach for company, berating himself for feeling so hurt by something he knew from the beginning was nothing but a ruse.

-

With their arrival in Lettenhove proper, there was nothing to do but face his family. The brightest spot of his day was walking into the estate and having his sisters squeal and jump on him just as they had done as children.

He stopped laughing and caught his breath long enough to introduce them. “Essi and Priscilla, this is Geralt.” My husband to be, he thought, and something twisted inside him at that. “Geralt, these are my troublesome sisters.”

Essi dipped her head and Priscilla performed a theatrical bow. “We were wondering if Jaskier would ever settle down,” Essi said with a sly smile.

“But seeing how handsome you are, I can’t blame him!” Priscilla replied, and the two of them broke into fits of giggles. 

Geralt, for his part, took them with good humour. Where Jaskier had been expecting him to be dour, he smiled indulgently and took each of their hands in turn and pressed a kiss to their knuckles, resulting in another uproar of giggling.

“Thank you for that,” Jaskier said quietly as they made their way to the room waiting for them.

Geralt inclined his head. “Have to make a good impression on the future in-laws,” he said, the corner of his lips quirking upward in amusement. 

The rest of his family were predictable as clockwork. Cousin Edward was sour, his father was distant, and his mother was simply relieved to see him married off as was proper. Geralt sat through all of it with more patience and good grace than Jaskier would have thought him capable of.

-

The day of the wedding itself passed in a blur. With such short notice the ceremony was terribly paired down by noble standards, but still, there was the formal breakfast, the dressing in formal garments, the journey to the temple outside of the city, the clamour of priestesses and officials and his family, the exchanging of rings, the reading of texts, and of course the formal dinner.

Jaskier barely remembered any of it. Looking back, the only thing that stuck out in his mind was the feeling of Geralt’s hand clasping his own during the handfasting. And the way that, whenever he was feeling overwhelmed over the course of the day, Geralt’s hand would find his own and give a comforting squeeze. 

-

Finally the ceremonies were complete and they were left in peace in their chambers, the two of them alone for the first time all day. Geralt’s hair had been braided into two slim plaits running either side of his face, though by now they were starting to become mussed. He’d even put on a shirt of dark blue silk as opposed to his standard uniform of all black. The effect was quite stunning.

As the door closed, Jaskier’s shoulders slumped and he breathed for what felt like the first time in hours.

Geralt cupped one cheek tenderly. “You good?”

Jaskier exhaled, letting the anxiety and stress of the day slowly unwind. He looked into Geralt’s warm eyes and felt, for once, safe and unjudged. “I’m good.”

Geralt brought their lips together, soft as could be, and Jaskier’s knees shook. He grabbed Geralt’s forearms to hold himself upright and, desperate for some sort of control, some sort of meaning, he pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. 

This was a bad idea, he was aware, but Geralt felt so good in his arms. He ran his hands through silky silver hair like he’d always wanted to, he pressed himself close to that muscled chest he’d spent more time than he should have admiring, and he moaned unrestrainedly when Geralt picked him up, locking his legs around his waist.

This was a terrible idea, he knew, but Geralt carried him over to the bed with firm, confident steps, and the temptation to touch, to hold, to kiss was overwhelming. This would only lead to heartache, but he was weak in the face of love, as always. 

Geralt laid him out and took him apart with soft lips and careful fingers and a wicked tongue, and it was everything he’d been dreaming of for years, and yet so much more intense than anything he could have imagined. Geralt was dazzling beneath him, warm amber eyes and pale scarred flesh, beautiful and kind and more than he could possibly deserve.

-

Nuptial celebrations in Lettenhove were mercifully brief, and with the ceremony completed and recorded to the satisfaction of the genealogists, they were free to depart.

There were, however, some customs which could not be avoided.

“You’ll be honeymooning nearby?” Jaskier’s mother asked, with the understanding that this was not a question.

“Actually, we thought -”

“They’ll be staying in my cottage, won’t you?” Priscilla interjected. She’d availed herself of her position, such as it was, to secure a tiny ramshackle cottage on the Kerack coast. It wasn’t opulent but it was, thankfully, far from prying eyes.

Jaskier gave her a tiny nod of thanks and she winked.

“A cottage?” His mother’s lip turned up in distaste. “How quaint.”

“And there’s ever so much to pack, so we must be on our way -” he excused himself with a bow, tugging Geralt behind him.

Out of the view of their parents, Priscilla and Essi set upon him with hugs and kisses, thanked him for saving them from the horrors of cousin Edward, and packed up an obscene quantity of cheeses and wine to take with them.

By the time they departed the estate, Jaskier was even smiling.

-

It was quiet and calm on the coast. The cottage overlooked the sea, rolling and tempestuous, and had just enough space for a kitchen, a bed, and a bath. They had everything they needed, even a stable for Roach outside.

Even though it was only for a few days, Jaskier imagined Geralt would be bored and unhappy, feeling trapped in a place so small. But he seemed content: riding along the coastline in the morning, brushing Roach out, going fishing in the afternoon, preparing the catch for their evening meal.

Jaskier showed him his favourite spices and how to prepare the fish with butter to make it rich and indulgent, and in the quiet moments he wrote poetry or simply sat on the battered chair on the porch of the cottage and watched the waves.

Geralt returned to the cottage with a net bulging with fish and a smile on his face. He’d been doing that more recently, Jaskier had noticed, smiling in a way that seemed natural and unforced. He even left his armour and swords in the cottage and waded down to the sea in just his trousers and shirtsleeves, disarmingly casual.

It was comfortable, almost domestic. 

And it was a torment, showing Jaskier a tiny glimpse of a life he’d never have.

-

Their last night on the coast, Geralt cooked the remainder of their provisions into a feast, poured the best wine they had, and set a fire in the hearth. He piled up blankets and pillows, laid down their warmest furs, and pulled Jaskier into his arms in front of the flames.

“Thank you,” he said, dotting kisses in a line up Jaskier’s neck, “for taking such good care of me.”

Jaskier fidgeted unhappily. “You’re the one doing me a favour,” he reminded him. That seemed important to remember. This was a favour from a friend, nothing more.

Geralt hummed against his neck, the vibrations rippling against his skin. “I can see some advantages to me,” he murmured, continuing his line of kisses up Jaskier’s jaw and toward his lips.

Jaskier, stupidly, allowed Geralt to turn him around, hands delicate around his waist, allowed him to bring their lips together. He allowed a kiss, soft at first, and then another, more intense, moaning into Geralt’s mouth. 

“Can I interest you in an early night?” Geralt purred in his ear, and everything in Jaskier’s body said yes, and everything in his mind said no.

Eventually, his mind won out and he pushed Geralt away. 

“No,” he said, struggling to keep his voice steady. “I can’t. I won’t. I’m sorry, Geralt, but this was a terrible mistake.”

He pushed himself to his feet, ignoring Geralt’s sad expression. He was hit by the urge to run, but there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. Tears welled in his eyes.

“Hey,” Geralt’s voice was so soft behind him. “It’s okay, Jaskier. Whatever it is. I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable. I won’t do it again.”

Jaskier deflated. He turned to face Geralt, watery eyes and all. “That’s not the problem. I don’t want you to stop. I want this to be real.”

Geralt stood carefully still. “What do you mean, real?”

Jaskier took a breath, tried to imagine how to explain himself, how to convey what he felt. “I’m in love with you!” he snapped in the end. Not his most eloquent work, but perhaps his most honest.

Geralt tilted his head. “I know,” he said. He looked down at the ring on his finger. “Isn’t that the point?”

“The point?” Jaskier exploded. “The point!” He couldn’t stop himself from waving his arms as he ranted. “Oh, sure, I’m certain that the ideal marriage is between one person who’s hopelessly in love and one person who’s indifferent and besotted with another. I’m sure Yennefer will be delighted when she hears about this whole situation.”

Geralt’s eyes narrowed. “You think I’m in love with Yennefer?”

“Yes! Obviously!”

He paused, obviously weighing his words. “That night when she visited us outside Lettenhove, she wasn’t surprised by the news. She told me congratulations, and that it had taken long enough. I think she knew long before I did that I wasn’t in love with her, not really. My heart already belonged to another.”

Jaskier’s breath caught in his throat. “You mean… You and her, you’re not...”

Geralt shook his head. “What she most wants is something I can’t give her.”

“And you?” Jaskier asked, dreading the answer.

Geralt took his hand. “What I most want,” he stroked his thumb over the ring around Jaskier’s finger, “is something I already have.”

Jaskier’s heart leapt. It was almost too much. It was overwhelming. “You really love me?”

Geralt smiled softly. “I really do.”

Jaskier threw himself into Geralt’s lap, arms around his neck, foreheads pressed together. “Tell me again,” he said, because he was needy.

“I love you,” Geralt said, kissing down the side of his face. “I love you,” he said, lacing their fingers together against the furs. “I love you,” he said, their bodies moving together, finally free to feel with the intensity they had been hiding for so long, their scents mingling together with the fresh salt tang of the sea.

-

The sun shone brightly and the wind whipped their hair as they packed up Roach the next morning. Jaskier paused to admire the view one last time: The rolling waves, the steep cliffs, the shingled beach. 

Geralt slipped his arms around his waist from behind and dropped a kiss just beneath his ear. 

“What does our life look like now?” Jaskier asked, eyes on the waves.

He felt Geralt’s smile against his hair. “Much the same as before,” he said. “With perhaps a few improvements.”

Jaskier turned then and kissed him fully, no need to hold himself back, taking Geralt’s hand and running his fingers over the ring there.

“Ready to head back to the Path?” 

Geralt smiled, and Jaskier would never tire of that. “Ready if you are,” he said with softness in his eyes, “husband.”

[myherowritings]

order’s up!

— Osamu gets a big order of some rather strange rice ball combinations an hour before closing. He doesn’t expect that he’d find the customer who ordered to be so damn cute.

pairing: miya osamu x reader word count: 2,387 genre: fluff, post manga timeskip

a/n: first haikyuu fic and aHH it was so fun to write ,, i didn’t expect osamu to be my first but here we are and tbh i am not mad~ ;) FJSDHKJ hope u enjoy!!

“One unagi onigiri to go-- Your order’s ready!”

A middle-aged man stood up from his seat at the waiting area and headed over to the counter, thanking Osamu for the fresh onigiri and making brief small talk. As the man left, Osamu looked at the customer next in line, thankful there was only one person in here so close to closing time.

“I’ll be with you in a moment,” he stated when your gaze met his, lips quirking up to give his best customer service smile.

You nodded with a warm smile of your own before looking down at the phone in your hands, murmuring what he thought sounded like “salmon, plum, beef, extra green onions, heavy on the seasoning.” Now, he liked to think there were no rules to onigiri, but part of him did hope you wouldn’t ask for all those ingredients in one gigantic, imbalanced rice ball. Maybe you were reciting a large number of individual orders.

He shrugged. Money was money, and all onigiri was good onigiri when made with his special Miya love. Miya love that was specific to Osamu in particular, of course. Atsumu could never recreate it even if he tried-- Not that he ever tried. The day he tried in something other than volleyball would be the day Osamu said he was the worst onigiri chef in Japan.

In other words, never.

Osamu hustled over to the cash register and you took that as your cue to step forward, hands fidgeting with your wallet and cellphone.

He smirked to himself in silent amusement. A shy one, were you? By now he had lost count of all the nervous and fidgety costumers he had gotten at his shop, but to allow them to stay that way simply wouldn’t do. If his patrons weren’t 100% comfortable in his care--well, as comfortable they could be in an onigiri shop--it meant he was doing his job wrong.

As the owner of Onigiri Miya he wanted to make sure every customer would leave with a smile and a desire to come again soon. That was how he built rapport and got so many regulars after all.

“I can take your order whenever you’re ready,” said Osamu in a slow pace, encouraging you to slow your rhythm as you tapped your fingertip restlessly against your protective phone case. Were you in a hurry? You seemed rather antsy, but he went on. “There’s no rush here.”

There was less than an hour until closing and he figured you would be the last customer of the day-- Meaning there was no reason not to slow down. As much as Osamu appreciated how lively his hometown could be, he also enjoyed quieter moments like these.

Not everything had to be so loud. Not everything had to be moving so fucking fast all the time. And he learned that in some instances, he could just control the pace himself.

Your worried chatter brought him out of his musing. “Are you sure? Because I know you close soon and I really didn’t want to come in so late but the guys are still down over a loss and said this was their favorite comfort food,” you said, eyebrows furrowed in a tell of concern. “It’s kind of a big order, so if you need to start cleaning up for closing I can just go to another store-- Sorry for imposing!”

He blinked. He thought he just said there was no rush to imply he wasn’t worried and you shouldn’t be either, but you didn’t seem to pick up on that.

“Hey, you’re not imposing,” Osamu soothed, somewhat alarmed at your apprehension. “You said someone was down over a loss? You on a sports team?”

Losing sucked. Osamu knew this firsthand.

Sure, in hindsight it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but while it could sure feel that way sometimes. If it was bad enough, it could take a few days to really get over and grow from it. So hearing that Onigiri Miya was someone’s comfort food that could help cheer them up on days like those… That certainly gave him reason to puff his chest up a little more.

“Yeah! Well, kind of.” You moved your head side-to-side as if unsure of your answer. “I help assist the volleyball team at my university. It’s my last year in school and I’m sure all of the other fourth years are bummed too.” Catching the small frown on your face, you stopped yourself before it spread, clearing your throat. “But it’s okay! At least we all had fun. And now they’ll be getting some of their favorite food to cheer them up-- If you’re still taking orders, that is…?”

He nodded. “‘Course I am.” Osamu flashed you a grin intended to make your worries disappear. “What kinda store owner would I be if I couldn’t make your team their pick-me-up food?”

The two of you shared a look before you tore your gaze away, biting your lower lip to hide your smile.

“Thank you, then,” you murmured, unlocking your phone to what appeared to be a notes app.

Osamu picked up his pen with a short hum. “Ready to take your order when you are.”

“Right.” You stared at your screen in concentration before listing off what you had written. “Can I have three salmon onigiris with green onions, two umeboshi and mentaiko with light seasoning and ginger, one tempura and unagi with green onions and sesame seeds and heavy seasoning, two…”

As he noted your orders, some arguably stranger than others--not that he should be one to judge, what with his own peculiar preferences--he made a mental note of how cute your voice sounded and tucked it away in the depth of his mind. Was cute the word for it? He wasn’t exactly sure, but he guessed that sounded okay enough. There was something about hearing you talk that made Osamu want to hear more, even if it was just a list of onigiri ingredients.

He huffed. Weird.

When you finished he repeated back your order, affirming it was all correct.

“Great, so I’ll be with you in about 15 to 20 minutes with your order ready,” he informed as he held the paper with the dishes he had to make. “You can have a seat at one of the tables ‘til I return.”

You nodded at his words but hesitantly opened your mouth. “Erm-- Wait!”

He looked back at you, mere steps away from the cooking area.

“Is it just you working at this hour?” you asked, standing with your hands folded behind your back as you craned your neck.

“Yeah, we don’t get many late customers on a Tuesday night so I’m the only one closin’ today.” Osamu gave you a curious once-over. Bright eyes, nervous yet playful smile, cute outfit-- Damn, he sure was using the word cute a lot today. All in relation to you nonetheless. “Why?”

“Are you sure the order isn’t too big for you in this hour?” Once again, you were fretting. He reckoned he ought to teach you some relaxation techniques and tips of how to be less...selfless. “Do you need some, uh, help?”

The corner of Osamu’s lip twitched upwards. Help? What were you planning on doing if he said yes? Learn the basics of food safety and onigiri-making in less than 20 minutes so you could assist him in making your order?

Something told him that was, in fact, what you were ready to do.

Cute.

“Stop stressin’, sweetheart,” he said with a tsk, not bothering to hide his amused grin. “I’ve handled bigger orders than this. You just rest your pretty little head and I’ll be finished before you know it.”

Though you still looked concerned, you nodded and sat down, probably figuring you would be more of a hindrance in his onigiri-making flow than anything else.

“Don’t miss me too much-- And don’t even think of saying sorry or anythin’ like that!” His tone was teasing but he meant what he said. You were a customer at Onigiri Miya and he wanted no patron of his to be worrying this much if he could do anything to help it. “The store’s still open and I’ve no issue taking your order. ‘Kay?”

You blinked. “Okay. I… Thank you, uh, Miya-san.”

“Just Miya’s fine.”

“Right. Miya. Thank you.”

He sauntered off into the kitchen to get started with your order and as he went through making your onigiri, he hoped you wouldn’t still be feeling bad about a big order that wasn’t even that big compared to others he got. Besides, you had already paid for the order. There was no point worrying after the transaction went through.

Osamu soon made his way down the list of rice balls and, just like he promised, popped his head out of the kitchen along with three, full takeout containers in record time.

“For the cutest customer here tonight-- Order’s up!”

You perked up at the mouthwatering smell of his onigiri, pressing a hand to your stomach as you hummed. “I’m the only customer here tonight, but since your food smells so yummy I will choose to let that comment slide.”

Holding the bag of takeout in front of his, Osamu smirked at your surprisingly steadfast composure. You didn’t get flustered at his unabashed compliment like he thought you would, and for some reason that made you seem even more appealing.

As you accepted the order, he quipped, “Only customer here or not, you’re still the cutest.”

You wrapped your fingers around the handle of the takeout bag, the edge of your pinky brushing against his thumb. “Hmm, then-- I guess you’re definitely the cutest worker here tonight, even though it is by default.”

Osamu laughed, both in amusement and in happiness after finally getting you to feel comfortable in his shop.

“A compliment’s a compliment and I’m not above being the cutest by default,” he said with a lazy drawl, watching as you set the onigiri bag on the counter in front of you while easing into a conversation with him.

“As if you would ever have to win by default. You seem much too handsome and talented for that.”

It sounded like you were flirting. Were you flirting? He noted the mischievous glint in your eyes and the way you lingered in the store instead of leaving once you received your order.

Yeah. You were so flirting.

“Cute.”

“Huh?”

“Oh, nothing.” He smiled secretively but wouldn’t expand on what he said despite your questioning look.

You narrowed your eyes. “Sure, okay then.” Your fingers wrapped and unwrapped themselves from the handle of the to-go bag, like you didn’t want to leave just yet but didn’t know what was left to say. “Well-- Um, thank you for the order! I’m sure this’ll cheer the team right up.”

“And you as well, I hope.”

“Of course. I haven’t even tasted it but it already has.”

Just being here already has, is what you seemed to say. Osamu rather liked that implication.

“But… I still feel kind of bad for ordering all this so close to your closing hours,” you said sheepishly, rubbing the side of your neck like it had a knot. “I’m sorry.”

Osamu waved his hand at your words. “Please, what do you have to apologize for? Making me do my job?” he asked cheekily, his sideways grin showing teeth. “You shouldn’t feel bad.” He noticed the way you brought your lower lip into your mouth with uncertainty and he continued, “But if you still do...there is a way you could repay me and soothe those worries.”

You looked up, eyes widened. “How? I’d do anything.”

Dangerous words coming from such pretty little lips.

He adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves, unintentionally bringing your attention to his forearms. “Let me treat you out this weekend, yeah?”

Your gaze followed his hands as you nodded. “Yea--” You blinked to snap out of your daze and he stifled a laugh. “Wait, wait! Shouldn’t I be the one to treat you?”

“What kinda gentleman would I be if I were to ask you out on a date and tell you to pay?”

Maybe Atsumu would’ve made his date pay for their meal and activities of the day, but Osamu wasn’t him. Osamu had class.

“A date?” you parroted. “As in one with me? And you? Together?”

There wasn’t anyone else in the store he could be asking. Nope, just you and your awkwardly cute self.

Osamu nodded in affirmation. A date is just what he was asking you out on. “Well, only if you want, of course.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to contain the wide smile that threatened to spread across your face. “I wouldn’t mind a date with the cutest worker here tonight,” you teased, looking around the store before meeting landing on his face. “I still want to be the one to treat you, though. It’s the least I could do.”

As happy as he was that you didn’t reject him, he didn’t give. “Don’t worry about treating me-- Your company’s a better treat than money could buy.” You snorted at his pickup line and Osamu silently cursed his brother for saying that line would always work. And then cursed himself for believing it. “Look, I’ll pay. I insist.”

“I insist too.”

You held each other’s gaze, neither one wavering. He seemed to realize you weren’t going to give in, but he wasn’t planning on it either. He huffed, shaking his head, entertained. “Okay, then. How ‘bout we rock-paper-scissors it when the day comes?”

“Fine by me,” you laughed, hiding the bottom half of your face with your hand. He wanted to hold it in his so he could see the full smile you were covering, but Osamu decided he could save that for another time. “But don’t think you’ll have an easy win! I’ll have you know I play a mean game of rock-paper-scissors.”

“‘Course you do, sweetheart.”

And he didn’t doubt that at all.

As strange as the orders were and as nervous as you may have been at the start, Osamu found himself rather fond of you. Was working overtime worth it just for a date with a cute costumer?

Yeah, he decided. It was.

a/n: y/n’s vball team waiting for their comfort food after a bad loss while y/n and osamu are just there flirting after hours: 👁💧👄💧👁