#like... can i just enjoy my breaks. please

[redrosydiaz]

please please blushy eddie and buck trying to get him to blush bc he thinks it's so cute 😭

omg hi bestie ty for this i LOOOVE me some blushy eddie (if it was not obvious from my url lmao), please please enjoy this lil slice of sweetness!!

Buck does a double take.

"What— is that— are you blushing?"

Eddie splutters. "No, I'm not blushing," he denies, very firmly for a man whose cheeks are taking on a rapidly darkening shade of dusty rose. "I don't blush."

Buck narrows his eyes. Raises his brows. "Oh, but you do," he goads, and he can't keep the smile from dripping into the tease, "you are."

He makes the mistake of reaching out — the mesmerizing urge to feel the warmth of that rosy flush beneath his palm, his fingertips too strong to resist.

Eddie swats at his hand, and twists his torso away from Buck. "I'm not," he repeats, but even with his back to Buck, the stain of it still crawls across the nape of Eddie's neck. Colors the tips of his ears scarlet.

Grinning sharply, Buck redirects and pinches the shell of one. "Tell your ears that," he laughs.

Eddie yelps, and hunches forward, curling up like a bug. "Shut— shut up," he grumbles, embarrassed, and buries his face into his hands.

"Wait, wait, no," Buck pouts, clambering onto his knees so that he can shuffle forward on the sinking couch and drape himself over Eddie's back. His arms slip around either side of Eddie's neck, fingers closing around his wrists. "No, come on, don't hide! It's— Eddie, it's cute."

"Buck, oh my god."

"Eddie, come on!" Buck presses. "Please. Please let me see. Please."

Eddie groans, and sags back in an embarrassingly quick defeat, letting himself be caught against Buck's chest, in the cradle of his arms. He tips his chin up, his head falling onto Buck's shoulder, and, slowly, he peels his hands away from his face.

There he is.

Soft around the edges and still glowing gloriously pink. He's beautiful. So so beautiful.

Sometimes Buck can't even believe he gets to look at him. It feels too good to be his life.

"Happy?" Eddie grumbles, trying his damndest to frown, but his mouth just goes all pinched in the way it gets when he's clearly trying to hold back a smile.

Buck doesn't hold his back. He lets it spread across his cheeks, lets it stretch his mouth wide. He shifts, careful not to dislodge Eddie, but moves far enough back that he can draw his hands up. Can cup Eddie's face gently, between both palms. The skin is just as soft, just as warm as he'd hoped.

Their eyes catch, like this. Buck bent over Eddie, Eddie gazing moonily up.

Buck's smile goes lopsided. Eddie's breaks through. Bashful and sweet.

Buck's thumbs brush over the rosy red apples of those cheeks. Then, he dips down to smack a kiss to the left one. The right one. The bridge of Eddie's nose.

Mwah. Mwah. Mwah.

"Mm," Buck hums, relishing in the fresh bloom of crimson that spreads across Eddie's face, "very happy."

[thbbie]

༄ toji x f! reader

mmmhmn toji with out grown hair and week long stubble on his his handsome face because he doesn't usually shave when you arent around. who would he have complement his skin? who would he have to kiss or eat out? what would be the point of it? when you come back a day earlier then planned and he still hasn't taken the time to clean himself up, he doesn't expect you to pounce on him on sight.

your hands steadying you by holding on to his face, your legs wrapped around his waist and cling to him like a koala to a tree. he can't help but chuckle at your behaviour "miss me?" with a horribly smug grin on his lips. his emerald eyes glinting in your own.

"fhuc- toji,shut your mouth for once please"

"i thought you liked my voi- mmmnph~"

tojis strong hands hold you up against him from where they rest at your butt. still kissing you, he starts towards the direction of the bedroom, you break the kiss, interrupting his path while offering him the alternative situation of him taking you on the floor beneath your feet. your glassy eyes telling him that here is fine, here is perfect.

oh his pretty thing is so needy today.

but he'll indulge you.

he always does.

toji lays down on the floor, dark strands splaying out beneath him, and a smug smirk on his lips. should've thought a little more hair on him would get you acting like a desperate little slut.

"cmere' take a seat beautiful"

he watches your expression shift, his smile only growing wider as you quickly throw aside your clothing, but before you could pull of your panties he intervenes, "your taking too long, keep them on i'll take care of it yea? just cmere pretty thing, sit down."

when you get close enough for him to reach you, he takes your wrist in his hand and guides you to stand over his face, perfect fucking view.

toji hums in approval, letting go of your wrist to hold you by the back of your thighs, pulling you down, just above his waiting face, holding your hips to keep you there.

"here's how this is gonna work, m' just gonna lay back, not gonna hold you, not gonna touch you. i need you to use me to get yourself off alright. show me how bad you want me and i'll see if a desperate thing like yourself deserves my help at all." with that, he releases you hips, "go on, ma. don't keep ol' toji waiting"

oh you don't need to be told twice, he'll run his mouth forever if you don't shut him up. you lower yourself on him, his face fitting against your cunt like two puzzle pieces. his nose snug against your cute clit and his lips pressing at your clothed entrance.

s-shit

rocking your hips against him, back and forth motions as you rub all over his face. "t-tojii, open your mouth. pl- fuckk right there. let me ride your tongue please toji." and who was he to deny a pretty girls polite request? he opens his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out for you.

the minutes drag on, your movements are getting sloppy, youre soo close but the burning in your legs is becoming to much, you can't keep going, "tojitoji please. i'm- ohh~ im close, i n-need your help baby. please."

he'd stayed true to his promise, not touching you, not guiding you, simply laying back and letting you use him for your pleasure and now, as you beg and plead for his help, still toji does nothing. to occupied with enjoying the lovely view and your please that play like music to his ears.

"t-t-tojiii~ pleaseplea- i mmmngh i need you. c-can't cum without you. need y-you to touch me"

you're getting annoyed, your sweet orgasim right there, his face rubbing against your core so deliciously, your hands grasping at his dark hair but you can't go on for any longer.

"tojii!! god, stop being so difficult ill aahhh~ ill do whatever you want just help m-"

anything you say?

you don't get a response but tojis hands are back at your hips, pulling you off his face so your hovering again and he can hear your disappointment in the surprised 'toji!' that comes from your lips.

he pays you no mind, instead busing himself with effortlessly tearing off your underwear and pulling you down on his face with force. he's been desperate for a taste of you too, only he had managed to cont himself better up until now.

the torn flimsy fabric hangs pathetically off your his, tojis tongue slips inside you with ease and his nose numbing against your bare clit with every drag of your hips. his hands hold you, controlling the pace and helping you stay up right.

he pushes and pulls yoh over his face, switching between sucking and licking at you, occasionally bitting to get you to tug at his hair harder. he breaks for air once, when he pulls away to spit on your messy pussy and dives straight back in.

in a matter of minutes he makes you cum two times back to back.

when he knows your about to, toji takes your whole cunt in his mouth, drinking every drop from your high he could get, as if trying to suck your pussy dry.

the way he's panting, with his dark brows pulled together in a tight furrow, puffy lips shining with your essence, and his eyes glossy, you'd think he was the one getting the head of his life.

toji guides you to sit on his chest as you both catch your breaths. watching each other, faces flushed and sweaty. you both think at the same time, i'm the luckiest person alive.

bonus!!

you lean back on you hands, still sitting on his chest, a satisfied smile of someone who had their soul eaten through their pussy at your lips.

"tojii♡~ did you cum? just from having little ol' me use your face for a little?

his blush gets impossibly darker, but he doesn't deny your claim. one of your hands slips under the band of his sweat pants to touch him. an uncharacteristic moan is pulled from his throat when you do, fondling his sensitive dick in your hands "awww tojiii~~ you must really like me huh" as if you weren't begging and crying that you couldn't cum without his hands on you.

"shut it brat"

m.list <3

[dollracha]

𐙚 gentle punishment ⋆ b.c x reader

pairing: soft! daddy dom! chan x sub! fem!reader genre: smut warnings: daddy kink ⋆ light punishment ⋆ mild praise ⋆ soft dom chan ⋆ pussy rubbing ⋆ softie sweetie chan wc: 748 synopsis: wrote the draft a year ago and almost posted the list version before going to put it in a doc and realizing i actually wrote a more fleshed out story ready to post already. oops. and i'm back with an upload! life's been a whirlwind recently but i'll try to post some more.

© dollracha do not copy reupload or repost.

one of the most insane things about daddy!channie is that he can punish you without force and it works. he doesn’t spank you, or let his anger get the best of him and fuck your cunt until it’s sore. no, no. he knows you’ll enjoy being used like that. so punishing you often looks like this: one hand gripping your hip. his hand holding his cock between your pussy and panties, tip barely brushing against your clit with every little movement of his hips. and he ate you out and stopped just before you could cum so your cunt is all nice and messy and wet for him.

you try to push him away because he's been at it for so long, alternating between fingering your cunt, eating you out, and rubbing his cock against the slick lips of your pussy. every time you get close to coming he stops. his teasing is just enough to make your eyes all watery from the stimulation, and he’s just attentive enough to leave you hanging every time  you get close to the edge.

"too much, daddy, 's too much..."

"c'mon. be a good girl for daddy, yeah?"

he pushes your hair outta your face and grips your chin, thumbing across your jaw. "i know you can, baby." and if channie says you can then you can! so you lie there and take it like his good girl. that’s all he wants, is for you to realize that you’re still his good girl even when you’re being punished. good girls don’t act out and break rules.

that realization makes you mutter out an "i'm sorry, daddy."

chris doesn't stop as he responds. he knew you’d get there eventually, all it took was a little bit of coaxing. "sorry for what, babygirl?"

"for acting out earlier..."

"yeah?" he muses along, both hands gently resting on your hips. he finally stops rutting his cock against your pussy. he lets a hand trail down to your clit, slipping in between your soaked panties to rub circles on your clit. "gonna apologize to daddy properly?" 

you nod, and it takes you longer than it should to force the words out of your mouth. he's got you half dumb with all his teasing. "i'm sorry for acting out daddy."

chris smiles. he’s got a soft look on his face as he leans down to kiss your lips. "that's my girl." he praises, and sits back to admire the mess in your panties, the dazed look on your face, and the way your hands untangle themselves from the blankets to ask for his.

there's no hesitation on his end. all he wanted was for you to learn your lesson. it looks like you have. he can never resist you for too long. his hands grab yours, his thumbs trace soothingly against the back of your hand. 

"daddy," you murmur and look into his eyes. his attention shifts from your hands to your face. chris is so attentive with you. he’s also so amused by your apology. it’s what he wanted, but it never fails to make him giddy and proud. 

"what is it, baby?"

"can i cum... please?"

chan laughs. "nobody was stopping you, pretty girl." he definitely was, but you guess he’s right. he never said you couldn’t cum. he just stopped before you ever had the chance.

you think for a moment before asking another question.

"can you make me cum?" that’s an entirely different question. smart girl.

he can’t resist you. but he can't immediately reward you with whatever you want. what’s the point of punishing you if he’s just going to reward you immediately after? 

compromise. that's his specialty.

"you're gonna cum on my fingers or daddy's not gonna help you at all. understand?"

you frown, but nod. "i understand, daddy" you know him better than to ask for more, especially after you pissed him off. and he makes you cum so hard you're unable to do anything but lie there for a good minute afterwards.

maybe he did reward you a little too thoroughly… oops.

and aftercare with him is so so sweet too. he makes sure you're all clean, that you have food if you're hungry, water regardless of if you're thirsty or not, that you're cozy at his side. he can't keep his hands off you, can't stop praising and checking up on you.

he says things like: "you're such a good girl f'me... always such a good job."

"wasn't too much, was i? no... not too rough?"

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[natsnerd]

Answer your fucking phone.

Warnings: G!p Nat, Mentions of Husband, cheating(On husband) Billionaire nat, Mean nat, mentions of spanking, a little stalkish.

Word count: 806

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Your words is what she liked “Your terms” is what made her smirk, she loved that you knew immediately she would be in control, it put a thrill through her

Natasha put her phone down so she could think about terms, she wasn't going to be soft on you, that would allow you to be a brat and her husband is enough of one for her, she wanted an obedient girl who she could dot on.

After a few minutes of thinking she sent you a list.

The list

I'll give you a 10,000 dollar monthly allowance, if you don't spend all that in one month, I'll give you a spank for every thousand you didn't spend, if you don't spend it, it will be added onto your next monthly payment.

 if your going to beg me for something, call me mommy whilst begging, for example "Please mommy, I want this dress"

you'll get a copy of my black card

you will not flirt or sleep with anyone. as long as your spending MY money you belong to me

I'm going to pay your tuition. end of discussion 

you must send me a picture of every thing you use for school, if I find them acceptable, you can keep them but if they're cheap? I'm buying you better ones.

 no touching yourself without mommy's permission, when I come see you - that is if your comfortable meeting face to face, I want you to wear a dress

 Pick a safe word baby, I want you to be comfortable. 

 If you're comfortable I want to see your writing.

Tell me your kinks, I want to see if you're my good little girl.

I'll add more if I think of more

She smirked and hit send, a satisfied smile crossing her lips as she packed her things back into her purse, she had enough of work and just wanted to go home and take a break.

Her phone did not ping with a notification which annoyed her greatly but she decided to ignore it, she fixed her suit and left her office, walking down to the garage where her Lamborghini sat, enjoying the dark against its skin, the blood red colour matching Natasha's aesthetic perfectly 

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By the time Natasha got home, the sun was starting to set, she parked her car and scanned her security card on the apartment complex entrance before getting into the elevator, the drive here was over an hour and a half so she hadn't had time to check her phone yet, she digs her hand into her pocket to pull out her phone and checks if you've massaged her, a frustrated groan leaves her lips when you haven't, she checks and you haven't even read her message.

One thing Natasha could not stand was being ignored, she understood you were in college but you didn't even have time to reply to her message? Enough was enough. She decided to text you again

“Don't be a brat. I hate brats. Reply to my message now.” Her tone was stern and strict, she wanted you to know she wasn't playing around, she wanted you. She would get you even if it meant driving her ass to your school and spanking you until you understood that.

She unlocked the door to her penthouse and walked in, shrugging her jacket off

“Hello, Mrs Romanoff!” The maid says cheerfully as she pours Natasha a glass of vodka.

“Shut up, whore, I know you flirt with my husband, fuck him if you want, his small cock means absolutely nothing to me” She takes the vodka and walks off, not even noticing the maids face pale as she stuttered out apologises.

She drank her vodka as she checked her phone, you still havent fucking replied. 

She was starting to get pissed off, she slammed her glass down on the bedside table and ripped off her tie, rolling her sleeves up and walking back out the penthouse.

She was going to find your school. Your ass would be aching by the time she was done with you.

She checked your social media as she got in the driver's seat, she checked your friends and then your families until she found your college dorm address,

It only took her 15 minutes to get to your dorm, she was very happy it wasn't far, the closer you were to her personal home the more she could see you without her husband thinking she was cheating, she didn't care if he found out but she could not be bothered to go through the whole divorce process.

She checked what dorm your room was and began walking there, ready to spank your ass till her handprint was engraved.

She checked each dorm number before finding yours, a grin coming onto her face as she banged on your door.

[vyzoi]

MDNI

Character is aged up!

Warnings: smut, loss of virginity, breeding, fem reader, soft sex, gentle sex

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You and Kaiser are in his bed passionately deep kissing each other. He slips his tongue in your mouth gently. You couldn’t help make a soft moan. He breaks away from the kiss. “Do you want more?” You look at him with love in your eyes. “I want more.”

“Do you want to have sex? I know it’s your first time, so no pressure.” You kiss his lips. “I want you, make love to me.” He smiles. “I’ll be good to you, I promise.” He gets off the bed and starts to take his clothes off. You’re already a blushing mess because he’s shirtless. You turn your face away from him.

You turn your head back to him at the wrong time. He’s taking his boxers off. “Enjoying the show?” He smirks. You really couldn’t take your eyes off of him. “You could say that.” He starts to rub himself off to get a little harder. He moans softly. It was like music to your ears. “Look who’s getting turned on over my moans.” When he got hard enough, he went back on the bed.

“Kaiser, can you take my clothes off for me?” He smiles. “This is your first time, I’m going to do whatever you want to do.” You sit up and remove the sheets off of you. Kaiser moves closer and takes your shirt off. “You’re so beautiful, really.” He starts kissing you passionately again. While doing so, he removes your bra. “Just thought you might wanted a little distraction.”

He goes back to kissing your lips. You fall back on the pillow and your hands are tangled in his hair. He sits up and looks at you. “You’re already a beautiful mess and we haven’t even started.” He moves his hands down to your thighs. “I don’t think there’s a distraction I could give you for this. You can look away though.” He slowly removes your pants. You have your eyes closed and your head turned away from him.

Once again, you look at him with bad timing. He’s slowly slipping your panties off of you. “You’re a curious little thing aren’t you?” He glides his fingers over your clit. “Haaa..” he smirks. “Are you sensitive?” You nodded your head yes. “It’s okay, let me get you a little more wet for me.”

He leans back down on top of you. You move your head up to face him. “Don’t even think about looking down there. It’s intense, even though I’m not in you yet. But if you’re very curious, go on ahead.” You couldn’t help but look down where his cock is against your pussy. He was right, it is enough to get you nervous.

“I don’t think it’ll fit.” You looked away. He kisses your neck softly. “It’s going to be okay, it’ll fit, it just takes time to get adjusted to the size.” He continues to kiss your neck. He doesn’t leave marks on it, he’s just softly kissing you. “Kaiser… haaa. Feels good.” He smirks. “I think I found your sweet spot.” He continues to kiss in that same place. “Kaiser, please, keep going.” He starts to slowly grind against you as he kisses your neck.”

You moan. “Kaiser. Oh Kaiser, haaa…” he stops kissing you and looks in your eyes. “Do you want me to make actual love to you now?” You start to match his grinding. “Yeah, please.” He kisses your forehead. He sits up and holds your thighs. “Do you want to watch me insert myself in? Or do you want to lay back and bury your face in the pillow?”

Curiosity is getting the better of you. “I’ll watch you insert yourself in me.” He kisses your cheek. “Okay, but if it gets too much, you can look away.” You sat up with him. “Kaiser, you’re so big.” He smirks. “Watch what you say, you don’t want to fulfill my ego right now. But thank you.” He gently holds your head as you look down. He guides his cock into your pussy with his other hand. Gently and slowly. “Feels, weird.” He lays you back down. “Let me know when you want me to move.”

You wait for a moment until you feel adjusted to him. You start gripping onto his cock. “There you go, you’re making me feel good.” He kisses your lips slowly. You start to moan a little bit. “I.. think I’m ready.” He gives you one last kiss on the lips. He buries his head in your neck and starts slowly thrusting. “If it gets to be too much, let me know.”

You couldn’t help but squirm in pleasure. “Yeah? Feel good? You don’t need to answer that. I know you feel good.” You moan loudly after that. “I love you, Kaiser!” He starts thrusting deeper but it’s still slow. “I love you too, darling. You feel so good.”

You grip his cock one more time. “Can I breed you? Can I cum inside that pretty hole of yours?”You took a breath. “Please, please do. It feels too good not to pull out.” He kisses your lips deeply and he cums inside of you. You have an orgasm shortly after that. “Kaiser! You feel so good! I love you!” You start to tear up.

He starts to tear up too. “I love you so much, that was the most emotional sex I’ve ever had.” He sits up and gently pulls out of you. “Not used to being empty now…” he smiles. “We’ll have another round if you want to later. For now, let’s take a shower and do some aftercare.”

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You guys don’t know how many irl interruptions I had while making this. I had the worst luck today.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this!!

Credit: @mihyas-dieehefrau for giving me the idea to write soft Kaiser smut. I write him too harshly in my other smut fics

[holylulusworld]

Flick the bean

Summary: Soldier Boy is getting on your nerves.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x fem!Reader

Warnings: arguments, SB being SB, talk about masturbation, nakedness, death of a sex toy, smut, unprotected sex, hate sex, calling each other names, light spanking

Catch up here: Diddle the skittle

You didn’t get to enjoy your new toy. Soldier Boy grabbed it and broke it into two halves without batting an eyelash.

You growled at him and called him names, but he didn’t care. He came to fulfill a mission, and he wanted to be damned if he didn’t go through with it.

“You goddamn asshole,” you growled at him as he tried to flip you over. He manhandled you on your belly and pushed your ass up. “What the fuck is wrong with you? How can you call yourself a hero and then come here and destroy my boyfriend?”

“That thing was your boyfriend,” he laughed. “Sweetness, don’t worry. I’ll give you something better and make you cum like a faucet.”

“You gross bastard!” You yelped when he roughly slapped your rear. “Hey! Who do you think you are, coming here and slapping my ass?”

“Shut up,” he barked. “I’m going to make it up to you.” Soldier Boy growled. Still in his tactical suit, he fought with the zipper to get his dick out. “You’ll not cum if you stop yelling at me.”

“Says the guy breaking my window and vibrator,” you huffed, looking over your shoulder. You leaned on your elbows, waiting for him to finish the job.

“Maybe next time, don’t whine like a cat in heat when you try to play with your cunt."

You rolled your eyes when he lazily stroked his cock. “Get it up or use your fingers. After breaking my vibrator, making me cum is the least you can do.”

“Greedy bitch,” he slapped your ass again, a little harder this time. “Stop talking and just take it.”

“I’m not some pillow princess,” you bit back. “Dude, get it up or leave me be. One way or another, you’ll get me a new dick.”

He growled and shoved you down, easily holding you pinned to the mattress with one hand. His other hand gripped his cock to tease your entrance. “If you don’t shut up, whore, I’ll gag you with that broken toy.”

You held your breath and lay still, waiting for him to give you what you were craving. He laughed before his palm connected with your rear again. You cried out, not expecting him to spank you again.

“Take that, slut,” he taunted and slapped your ass again, harder. You gasped, trying to mask the moan escaping your throat as the pain woke something more primal inside of you. “I bet you’re dripping for me.”

“Asshole!”

“Beg me, and I’ll help you get off.”

You gritted your teeth. “Fine, fuck me.”

“Do better. Be nice.” He slapped your ass again and again until you gave in and begged him—nicely.

“Please fuck me, oh breaker of hearts and windows,” you lied through your teeth, but he didn’t care. Soldier Boy himself was too far gone. 

He gripped your hips to guide his throbbing erection into your dripping cunt. One hard thrust later, he stretched you out, ignoring that your walls struggled to accommodate his size.

Soldier Boy held you down by your shoulders, groaning deeply as he began to move his hips. Your cries of pleasure and his grunts filled the room, growing louder with every thrust of his cock.

He leaned over you, pressing his hard body against your back. “That’s a good cunt. Good thinking; I came to your rescue. You’d have stayed a desperate housewife all your life without me.”

“Ass-hole!” You cried out, feeling him change the angle, now pounding into your stretched-out hole in abandon. Fuck, fuck. You couldn’t stop your treacherous pussy from clenching tightly around his thick cock.

“Yeah, squeeze me, baby,” he laughed in your neck, moving his hips even faster. “Do you want me to fuck this cunt harder?”

“Fuck…” You couldn’t think or speak. Your body gave in once again, soaking his cock, dragging him over the edge.

Soldier Boy came with a shout of your name. His release filled you to the brim, leaking out of your abused cunt as he didn’t stop moving. “You better hydrate because…” He slipped out of you to slap your cunt, “I’m not nearly done with you and your holes…”

[fixated-cookies]

nghghgh all i can think about is jealous pure vanilla + fucking the jealousy out </33 I NEED him so bad it's not even fair </33

my brain exploded writing this MDNI

It all started with a simple, elegant interaction.

A visiting noble from the neighboring Vanilla region—a refined gentleman Cookie with a sugar-dusted mustache and far too much charm—took your hand delicately in his gloved fingers. He bowed. Gracefully. Classically.

Pressed his lips to your knuckles.

And praised you.

“A blossom as rare as you should not be kept in the shade. You deserve to be adored in full sunlight.”

His voice was a murmur. Gentle. Flattering. Appropriate.

And yet…

You felt Pure Vanilla Cookie's gaze before you even turned your head. That soft presence, that warmth—he hadn’t moved. He hadn’t said a word.

You didn’t notice the way his eyes opened fully for once. You didn’t see the twitch of something dark behind the gold and blue.

Later. Behind the closed doors of your shared quarters. It’s silent.

You try to speak, maybe even joke.

He cuts you off gently.

“Did you enjoy it?”

The question is simple. Soft. Utterly terrifying.

You blink. “Wh-what?”

His hands are so tender, cupping yours. His smile is there, but it's tighter. His fingers stroke the spot where that noble’s lips had touched.

“The kiss. The compliment. His voice, his hands. Was it sweet? Was it sweeter than mine?”

You try to reassure him, but the look in his eyes is… shattering. The crack in that ever-composed mask. That trembling silence of a man who has never known fury like this before.

He kisses your hand—slow, deliberate, lingering.

“I’m going to kiss you everywhere he didn’t.”

Another kiss. Higher on your wrist. Then your elbow. Your throat.

“And then…” he murmurs, voice dropping like honey off a spoon, “…I’m going to fuck the idea of him out of you.”

His trembling hands glide over your body as if in worship. The silken robes he always wears are discarded with less grace than usual. There’s something raw behind his movements tonight. No pomp. No ceremony. No soft-spoken control.

Only him. Only his need.

He kisses your cheek, your jaw, your chest—but he’s quiet. Not speaking. His lips shake against your skin, like he’s biting down words he’s too ashamed to say aloud.

Until he finally breaks.

“I try,” he whispers, voice cracking like old glass. “I try to be enough for you. I try to be patient. Gentle. Good.”

His forehead presses to your collarbone. He’s breathing hard, body trembling with restrained hunger. He’s always been the composed one. The light. The guide.

But tonight, he’s just a man. A man who aches.

“But when I saw him touch you—” He swallows, painfully. “—I realized something awful. I’m not kind because I’m holy.” “I’m kind because I’m terrified of losing you.”

He raises his head. His eyes are open again. Fully. Shining. Tears glitter along his lashes, but he doesn’t look away.

“Tell me you love me.” “Not out of pity. Not out of mercy.” “Tell me you choose me.”

Your hand cups his cheek. And that’s all it takes.

His control snaps. --

He moans—quiet and high, like he’s been holding it back for centuries—and presses into you with aching need. Every thrust is deep, and slow, and so reverent it hurts. He’s whispering your name like a chant, his hands shaking as they clutch your waist, your hips, your throat.

“Only you,” he gasps. “Only you make me feel this. This—alive.”

He sobs into your neck when you wrap your legs around him, desperate to be closer, to be claimed.

“Please, please, let me stay like this… Let me give you everything.”

Your name falls from his lips over and over. His body is pressed so close you feel him in your soul—warmth and light and need all fused into one, driven to ruin by you.

Your fingers dig into his back as he rocks into you with trembling control—each thrust slow, deep, meaningful, but growing sloppier by the second. His golden hair hangs in his face, sweat beading at his temple, his mouth hanging open in breathless awe.

"You're—" he gasps, voice rasping, "you're perfect... You always are... I can't—"

He leans in, lips brushing yours but not kissing—just hovering, like he's afraid a kiss would make him come undone completely. But the way you're clutching at him, the way your hips meet his with every thrust... he's faltering.

“Look at me.”

His voice sharpens, firmer than you’ve ever heard it. A rare break in his soft tone.

“Please... don't look away. I want to see your eyes—when I give you everything.”

Your gaze meets his—and he shudders. His hips jerk. His rhythm falters.

And then he’s gone.

“Ah—! I—!”

The cry rips from his throat as he spills into you with a broken moan, his entire body convulsing from the force of it. “Mmh—hnngh—y-you’re mine—mine—mine—” he babbles, chest pressed to yours, hips still twitching as he pulses deep inside, his magic glowing faintly between your joined bodies.

His hands claw at the sheets beside your head, trying not to crush you beneath him as he empties himself—years of restraint, love, jealousy, everything poured into one desperate release. He groans your name again, a low, reverent chant that sounds like a man praying in tongues.

And he doesn't stop moving. He keeps grinding into you, gently, slowly, like he’s trying to push it deeper. Like he thinks he can bury it inside your heart.

His lips find your cheek, your temple, your shoulder—"I love you, I love you, I love you"—whispered between panting, dizzy gasps.

When his body finally stops shaking, he collapses forward, still buried in you, forehead resting against your chest.

“Forgive me,” he breathes, kissing your skin. “I just... I needed to know I was yours. I needed to feel it. To fill you.”

And there’s so much of him inside. Warm. Sticky. Claiming.

And he’s not pulling out.

[leannswritings]

HII, ive read both of your seong je fic's and i love them so much, i remember being at the verge of crashing out bc all of the other fics were basically pure assault and then i found yours 😭😭 you truly are a savior, could i request a fic where reader matches seong je's freak but has some mentalheath issues , reader has been holding in all her emotions for a while and was begining to lose hope in herself and while she and seong je were goofing around or doing something reader finally bursts and has a break down (she has never shown this vulnerable crying/depressed side of hers to him), i hope this isnt too much 😭✋

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Syn : this may be your last day with seongje

Warnings : NOT PROOFREADING! Mention of mental health, suicidal thoughts, angst

Word count : 1.8k

A/N : I HOPE I GOT THIS REQUEST RIGHT ! I’m so glad people are enjoying what I write, so thank you so much for reading omg 🫶🏽. This is my 1st or 2nd time writing angst so this may not be good so please let me know what I can fix next time around !! Enjoy

You were no stranger to anyone. Your beauty, your short temper, and well known boyfriend that fit you perfectly made you well known. You were looked up to by some of the union members due to your methods of work, “seongje part 2” in short. Those were the only things people knew you for, not knowing anything about your life, how you got into the union, or even if you were a student.

———

Music leaked out of your headphones, the moon shining down against your skin, smoke blowing out of your mouth.

You looked up at the bright glowing moon, wondering what life would’ve been like if things were just a little different. Lately your mind has been all over the place, you’ve struggled with your mental health since you were young but lately it seemed as if you were relapsing back into those dark times. Life was always against you in every shape and form, leading you to where you were now. You wondered if you did better in school– no. If you weren’t raised the way you wer–no, what if you weren’t even born in such a family would you have had a better life?

Better mental health? Better friends ? A chance to go to college? All these thoughts crowded your mind, a constant reminder that you were never and never will be good enough for the things you desired so much. The oh so little things seemed so big and crushing. You slowly wondered if you should just end it all. Should yo—

You looked down at your phone to see seongje was calling, you quickly cleared your throat and tried to clear your mind before answering.

“Hello..”

“Where are you? I’m at the Internet cafe you said you would play with me and the guys tonight.”

“Oh. I’m already on the way, I just lost track of time I was taking care of something.”

“Something or someone? Hey just get your ass over here alright? We’ll play a game you like.”

He hung up the phone after quickly saying that, you decided you shouldn’t just leave him waiting for you, you started walking before catching a cab. Giving you enough time to fix yourself up in your phone camera and clear your mind.

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You arrived outside of the cafe, you inhaled before heading inside.

“Mrs. Keum is here”

One of the union members playfully said as we you walked in, you raised your hand in a motion to hit him playfully before pulling back. You walked over to seongje and giving him the usual shoulder touch to notify him that you were here and sat next to him.

“You should leave the game you’re playing, you’re getting your ass whooped anyways.”

You mocked him, you knew he would never fail at a game unless he was new at it, which he hated trying new game for that same reason. He quickly closed out of the game.

“I was done anyways.”

He said with an attitude.

“You should stick with your usual, it fits you better…”

“Shut up.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how upset he was over a game. It was funny how quickly your feelings changed, from being down in the dumps to laughing at a guy upset about a game.

“Let’s play a few rounds? I wanna go out after this.”

You said to him as you elbowed his arm.

A few rounds turned into..a lot? You both sat there for hours, the setting sun when you got there turned into dark night. After finishing your unknown round you picked up your phone to check the time.

“Oh shit. Hey let’s get out of here I wanna do stuff before everything closes”

You quickly turned off the computer and stood up, said bye to the familiar union faced,and went outside quicker than it could register in seongjes brain.

He soon followed after you.

“ I want to go to an arcade..or maybe a photobooth..and uh–“

“That’s random.”

Seongje stared at you with a slight smile, maybe even an awkward one, it was weird for you to ask to do things like this. You never asked to do anything extra but he said nothing more when you grabbed his hand and started forcing him to walk in the direction you wanted to go in. You didn’t say much to him on your walk, you just held his hand that he placed in his pocket. Soaking in the sweetness of the moment.

The next couple of hours you enjoyed your time yelling at him during arcade games and laser tag, arguing over who won and who cheated during the games, trying to play clearly rigged claw games to win cute keychains and plushies. The feeling reminded you of the sweet spring air, the blooming flowers, and the crowded streets. Everything felt just right. The last stop for the night was a photo-booth, which seongje didn’t take seriously, either not posing or making odd poses behind you, the last picture on the strip catching a kiss. Soon after you both left, walking in the direction of your home.

“Seongje.”

He stopped walking and turned his head waiting for what else you had to say.

“can I go home with you?”

The truth was. You didn’t want to go home, you knew if you did, your mind would just consume you again, and you didn’t know what would happen if it did.

“Why even ask?”

Seongje said in a smug way, walking towards you before wrapping his arm around your shoulder, before turning away from the path of your house.

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At seongjes place you continued to play games, you sat on his bed while he sat on the floor between your legs, his head resting against your thigh. The talking and laughter between you two lasted for hours, up until one question was asked.

“What would I do without you?”

You knew he wasn’t genuinely asking, you KNEW he was talking about the game you were playing, yet those words echoed in your mind. You started to feel worse than earlier, you were contemplating leaving this life behind, yet you never thought about seongje. What WOULD seongje do alone? You didn’t think about how he would react? How he would look at the moon differently? How he would play game differently? How he would act with the union? Seongje was also the only one in your messed up world you cared about so why didn’t you think about him?

You started to cry, you couldn’t help it. You didn’t want to act this way in front of him, you didn’t want him to see you act like a huge crybaby, but the more you tried to not cry the more the tears came out. You couldn’t see the game anymore so you put down the controller.

Seongje turned around after seeing you weren’t playing anymore and were sniffing. He just sat there staring, he wasn’t used to you seeing you cry, let alone upset? He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know how to comfort you. He quickly stood up in panic and looked around for anything he had to comfort you or at least wipe your face.

He ran out of the room and quickly returned with some tissue before sitting next to you trying to remove your hands from your face so he could wipe your face.

“What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?”

You looked up and looked in his eyes

“Seongje..”

You choked out before putting your face into his chest and continued crying. His hands were up in the air, he didn’t know what to do, the only time someone cried in front of him is when someone owed him, but never for anything else. He tried to search his mind for something to say. His hands finally went to your back, patting it.

“What’s wrong..? You can tell me. I promise I won’t get mad?”

He said softly. He thought you must’ve done something really wrong if you reacted this way, but usually if you did something wrong you would just argue about it, or just pretend you were in the right anyways. He wasn’t sure what to think or do.

“I’m sorry. Seongje I really am, I was gonna leave you alone. I wanted… to leave you here alone.”

“What.”

Seongje was in a shock, he knew what you meant, but he didn’t want to believe it. He wanted to believe this was a way for you to say you were breaking up with him, quitting the union, or just moving away. He wanted to believe any other outcome, he didn’t know you were struggling, and he didn’t want to believe you had gotten this bad without him knowing anything about it. He didn’t want to imagine what would’ve happened behind his back, and he would’ve never knew you were struggling.

“I’m just. Tired. Really tired. I don’t know what’s going on recently, I don’t know what triggered this. I don’t know what to do anymore, I don’t know what I want, I just feel like there’s no place for me.”

“That’s ok.. it’s ok. You don’t have to have the answer for anything, but you just have to keep going.”

He had no clue what to say but his mouth started moving before he knew it, trying to push out anything that could fix your freshly cut wound.

“Everyone struggles, that’s how we got here didn’t we? We can get through this together. You don’t have to hold everything in and keep it to yourself. I know I’m not the best at this type of stuff but I’m always here for you.”

It’s funny, a guy who usually crushes spirits trying to uplift someone else up.

He didn’t know what he was doing but it was working, you thought it was funny to see him ramble in anyway he can to comfort you. For the next few minutes you kept your head in his chest before his next ramble, this time making no sense. You lifted your head up and looked at him before laughing at the confused yet worried expression on his face.

“You look silly”

You said before wiping your eyes

“Says the one with snot coming out their nose.”

He rolled his eyes before taking more tissue to wipe your face.

“Hey. After this, promise to tell me when you’re upset? I don’t want to lose you. Seriously.”

“Promise.”

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That night..or early morning you laid in his arms, telling him all your worries and your history with your mental health. How far it went last time and the last time you struggled this bad. He learned another side of you then. How his tough lover was someone who struggled by themselves, he was thankful you were so strong, he was glad you made it this far, he was glad that he met you. He promised to himself in the future that he’ll be there for you, whatever it was. Work for the union, Giving someone a beating, or just being there for you in your hard times.

He was going to be there.

[divadowndivadown]

Part three of the vampire’s maid

Here’s part one and part two if you haven’t seen it yet~

Author’s Note: Omg, thank you divas for all the support?!? Hello? This has been my favorite part of the story to write and I’m so excited to show you! (It might be a little rough) but I hope you’ve enjoyed this little trilogy as much as I have. This is the longest part of the story but it’s so worth it I promise and feel free to comment on the story 🥹

Warnings: smut, tons of begging, biting (no blood tho), praise, a lot of pet names, very sweet, teasing, slight cunnilingus?, bro is DOWN BAAAAAAAD, we love pathetic men here

P.s. During the last bit the reader is described to have female anatomy, appreciate you diva <3

You can feel your heart pounding harder than ever, is he being serious or was it just your imagination..? You could’ve sworn he was disinterested in you.. but he just kissed you.

Lungs burning for air as you look up at him, still slightly apprehensive, “I- I mean.. well, what type of reward are you talking about..?” You faltered, a warm blush growing on your face as his smirk grew wider.

“What reward do you think will be suitable for such a hard worker such as yourself, my sweet dove..?” He encourages quietly as he gently runs his thumb across your bottom lip. “I can feel your mind racing, my sweet… I implore you.. share your every thought with me.” His breath scorching as he leans in closer to you.

You take a deep breath and sigh shakily at the innuendo, “would you give me anything I wanted..? Anything at all?” You murmur softly, curiously testing the waters as your anxiety gives way to a new set of nerves…

Lord Damascus could have died happy, beyond thrilled when you asked, he couldn’t help but get excited. His cock eagerly throbbing as he thought of all the ways he could show his devotion, this passion that had drowned him into depths so deep, so far down he didn’t know what to do with himself.

He wasn’t even aware of how much emotion he could have for another, and it’s all because of you. He saw your big, curious eyes watching his every move, but he also felt as your trust in him grow and it made him exhilarated. How could he not be so delighted?

He wanted to taste you anywhere… everywhere if you would give him the opportunity. And he found his opening with your sly, innocent question. You were so delectable in that moment, so utterly beautiful in every aspect of the word, he wanted nothing but to start worshipping you the moment those teasing words left your soft lips. But he held himself back.

He was a vampire, for heaven’s sake. He was a dignified, elegant lord.. yet around you, all he wanted to do was fall to his knees and watch you come apart from his touch. With you in his hold, he felt completely enraptured by your aura as his soul, and cock, ached to never be away from you.

He needed to see how your face would twist in ecstasy, how sweet your moans would sound, to feel the heat of your warm, lovely skin glistening with salty sweat when you cum for him for the first time…

He salivated over thoughts of you riding him till he broke down in tears from the overstimulation, commanding him to please you till the sun rose, breaking him down into your loyal pet, teaching him everything you needed to experience to get you to near-heaven.

Lord Damascus was desperate, deplorably needy, and pathetic. Yet he couldn’t even bring himself to care.

He was intoxicated, and he would happily become your inordinate, mindless fool.

“Anything.” He practically croakes, looking at you with unwavering attention, it feels like he’s just waiting for your approval.

You can feel your heart race even faster as you gulp down the last bit of reluctance left in your throat and lean in till there’s only a centimeter of space between your face and his..

“..Show me how much you appreciate me.”

A deafening silence follows, but your anxiety doesn’t even get a chance to set in as a surprise yelp rips from your throat as he throws you over his shoulder.

Everything goes by in a blur until he gently lays you on a soft bed, cool silk sheets hitting your back as he crawls on top of you. “Please, please.. please let me touch you… please darling..” he cried weakly, his hair was unruly as his chest heaved from how he was losing his breath, and his hands unsteady as they trembled against your stomach.

Despite that, what really caught your attention was those menacing maroon eyes that struck fear and anxiety through your body, were now completely amorous as they were vulnerable.

And for the first time, you felt yourself disarm completely with him.

“Touch me, my lord. I… I want you to..” you murmur gently.

That’s all he needed to hear, because moments later all you could do is feel. His inhumane strength ripping away any clothing that had kept your warm skin away from him. Soft gasps escaped your throat as you felt his scorching touch run up and down your sides.

Your face blooming in a heavy blush as his lips find your bare neck, raising your chin slowly to invite more of his touch. Sighing breathlessly as his fangs drag against the expanse of your throat, little whimpers fall from your lips as his hand cups your breast, his thick tender fingers rubbing and tugging at your sensitive nipple.

“Lord Damascus-” you plead quietly, a sob of pleasure catching in your throat as he bites into your neck, the sting giving way to pure arousal from the tease of danger.

“My sweet darling… my beloved… you need work no longer… I will care for you.. now and forever,” he pledges against your skin as he licks the pain away. He was simply beatific, tasting your skin was more extraordinary than he could have ever dreamed.

His tongue and lips make slow work of your bare skin, licking and tasting up and down your arms as his hands were preoccupied with stimulating your senses. Making feather light caresses upon your skin as he sucked at your fingers while his hips grinded against your clothed pussy.

And it made your body outright restless, squirming as you tried to move your hips closer to his, aching for more stimulation. “My lord, please stop playing games with me…” you whine, groaning even louder as he stops all movement.

“You think this a.. game? A farce, little one?” He challenged, grabbing your cheeks and smushing them between his fingers so your pretty lips purse, leaving you entirely stunned and nervous as his stern voice tantalized your senses.

“No- I didn’t mean it like that-” you denied eagerly before he puts his hand up, silencing you as your panties grow wetter with your slick.

“Nothing about this is a.. game.. to me…. Enlighten me, darling. Do you want to gamble with your lord..? Because I will if I must… I could play your body like a fiddle, I could lit every single nerve ablaze.. I could make you ache.. and wait till your lips overflow with pleas for release.. and then refuse,” his voice a low growl in your ear.

He lets out a deep chuckle when he sees you bite your lip, impatiently shake your head no. Truth be told he was only joking, but seeing you as eager and desperate for him as he was for you had his heart soaring and his cock pulsating.

With a satisfied smile he goes back to worshipping your skin, but now it’s a little rougher, scrambling as he takes your nipple into his mouth, nipping on the bud gently before latching on and sucking as much boob into his mouth as possible.

Moans of satisfaction come out in cries as your back arches, chasing him and the pleasure he brings you. A thrilled smile grows on your lips as you watch him roughly shove off his tailored suit, squirming as he pulls back to finish undressing.

Drool collects in your mouth as you see his bare, sublime form. He’s broad, slim and not overly muscular, but you couldn’t care less as your eyes drop from his toned chest to his dick. Seven good inches of thick girth, slightly veiny and just slightly curved to the left.

“Fuck” is whimpered from your lips, thoughts of him stretching you out beyond capacity has your legs clenching together in excitement and slight worry, and he picks up on it immediately.

“Trust me, beloved… remember what I told you, hm?” He coos as he gently coaxes your legs wide open, growling as the scent of you fills his nostrils, salivating as he sees your glistening wetness coating your panties.

“You… you take care of the things that are yours…” you concede, mewling as he presses two, thick fingers against your covered folds.

“Yes.. I do…. Do you want me to take care of you my sweet..? You need me to quell the flames inside you? Admit it… tell me that you need me..” he entreats hopelessly as he leans down and presses his nose against your mound, whimpering at your perfect smell.

“Please, please take care of me! I need you.. I need your care, please my lord…” you cry out, your hips twitching up to grind on his face, your body and words begging so beautifully for him, how could he deny both of your needs anymore?

A sharp gasp leaves you as he rips your panties off with his fangs, grabbing onto his hair eagerly as he hikes your legs over his shoulders, mewls of bliss bubbling in your throat as he licks and sucks at your soaked folds.

Shivers running up your spine as he growls into your pussy:

Fuck..

Fuck…

“Fuck. You’re a dream, darling… my dream… you taste perfect for me… just me.”

His tongue is absolutely relentless, his attention on you couldn’t be broken, he was finally getting his wish and he wouldn’t stop, he couldn’t. Paying attention to every minute detail so he could please you even better than the second before.

It’s unbearable in the best way possible as you get stuck between moving closer and running away from his mouth, as if he’d let you. He was devouring your needy cunt like it was his last meal, and he savored the symphony of wails and broken moans that ripped from you when he found your clit.

“Please” falls from your lips like a prayer as you got closer, restraint long gone as you desperately tug at his hair, thoughts melting away as your sensitive little bud gets the attention it deserves. Tugging harder at his hair when he gently tugs at your clit with his teeth before drawing circles on it.

Before you can even warn him, you’re already cumming on his tongue, and he was living in rapture. Greedily drinking down everything you could give him as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, slowly slipping his finger inside your sobbing entrance.

“One more my precious one… can you give be another beloved..? I know you can… such a good darling.. just let me do this for you” he begs, his mouth never leaving your clit as he slowly dips another finger into your cunt, whimpers of pure delight leaving his lips as he feels your drenched walls squeeze around him.

“It’s okay… s’all okay.. just let your master do whatever he wants… gonna take such good care of my pretty cunt..” he coos. Your pitiful cries and mewls echo through the room as his fingers slowly work you open, squirming and huffing out whimpers as you try to get away, but he has other plans.

He gives the side of your ass a firm yet careful slap, and grins as he feels your walls clench down on his fingers.

“Shhh… just breathe darling.. how are you supposed to take my shaft if you’re not prepared, hm..? I just want you to feel.. incredible my darling…. Do you feel incredible..?” He whispers against your skin as he kisses up your belly and chest to look you in your eyes, his fingers still gently opening you up, but you can see his genuine need to know how you’re feeling.

“..I’m.. I do feel incredible.. but.. just give me a second to catch my breath..” you pant heavily, your face becoming warm as his eyes soften and he peppers kisses all over your face, neck and shoulders, every kiss filling your heart with comfort and joy.

After a few minutes you take a deep breath and look him in his eyes, “I’m ready…” you whisper as your head unconsciously nods, and his grin grows wider.

“You’re certain, my darling.. because when we start.. I fear I won’t be able to stop for a long time… I’m holding on by a thread, my sweet…” he whispers back as he gently pulls his fingers out of you before positioning himself in between your legs, his cock practically leaking like a fountain at this point, his veins are even more pronounced now and it makes you that much more excited.

“Yes.. I need you now, my lord…” you plead, shivering as he lays you back down on the bed, tugging at your lip as he lines himself up with your sweet cunt.

“You have me, my dear… all of me.” He pledges, both of you whimpering in unison as he slowly pushes himself into you, the stretch is practically mind numbing as he takes his time sliding in with the last of his patience.

His hands grab onto yours and interlocks your fingers together as he pins them to either side of your head, helpless whines escaping both of you as he bottoms out and you can see tears of bliss well up in his eyes before he blinks them away.

“My lord…” you whimper weakly, your body trembling underneath his as your body adjusts and stretches around him.

“My sweet one… you are utter perfection. Do you hear me..?” His voice a hoarse, growling demand against your lips, and his cock throbs as you nod in agreement.

He tries to move slow, to savor every moment, but he should have known better. Your warm pussy sucked him into the trenches, and he never wants to leave.

Pitiful moans and cries catch in your throat as he pounds into your warm heat like an animal, his heavy balls slapping the swell of your ass with each thrust as his tip bullies your cervix.

Your hands cling to his for support as you both get close, your breaths intermingled in a heady haze as your shared whimpers get more pathetic and needy as his pace quickens.

He whimpers “mine” repeatedly against your lips, his mind lost in you as he leans down and crashes his lips against yours in a desperate attempt of a kiss.

He clings to you like your a figment of his imagination, if he let you go you would disappear, croaking in your ear, “close… m’so close, darling… cum for me… I need you to cum for me…”

You nod eagerly and moan loudly as his fingers pinch and tug at our nipples, his hips pitifully rutting into you as he watches you with pure devotion.

And after a minute, a silent scream wretches from your throat as you cum, milking him for all he’s worth as he cums instantly after you.

Ragged pants is all that can be heard as you both come down from your high, gently rolling you over to lay on his chest, he slowly caresses your back, just completely infatuated by you as he makes sure you’re good and satisfied.

You give him a sweet smile and draw invisible, gentle shapes on his chest while he holds you. Comforting silence enveloping you both as you embrace your new position..

by his side, for eternity.

Dividers are from: @kodaswrld and @anitalenia

[nocturnebite]

⟡ 𝙒 𝙃 𝙀 𝙉⠀𝙒 𝙀⠀𝙒 𝙀 𝙍 𝙀⠀𝙒 𝙃 𝙊 𝙇 𝙀 {pt 3} 𝙒 𝙃 𝘼 𝙏⠀𝙒 𝘼 𝙎⠀𝙏 𝘼 𝙆 𝙀 𝙉 ⟡

⟡ 𝙒 𝙃 𝘼 𝙏⠀𝙒 𝘼 𝙎⠀𝙏 𝘼 𝙆 𝙀 𝙉... You just needed answers. A location ping, a cab ride, a few steps too far into a world that was never meant to touch yours. Now you’re in it. And they know who you are. They know exactly how to break him.

⋆˙⟡. tw: violence || physical assault || implied (slight) torture || kidnapping || fear, panic, emotional distress || cigarette burn || references to organized crime. ⋆˙⟡. pair: ?? jungwon x female! reader ⋆˙⟡. wc: 1.59k

⋆˙⟡. ash's notes: okay.. i think i might need a few more parts.. but this is taking over my whole mind rn!! i just have too many ideas on where to take this.. we cookin them out tho, dw ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ i hope you’re enjoying!!

His face pales. “Shit,” he breathes. And he runs.

The lobby of the restaurant is quiet, too calm for how fast his heart is racing.

Jungwon pushes through the slight crowd of people by the restaurant doors, scanning the room in a panic. “Excuse me,” he says breathlessly to the host, leaning over the stand. “I-I was with a girl earlier—did she leave? Did you see her?”

The host shakes his head, caught off guard. “She left about five minutes ago,” he says, glancing toward the now-empty table. “Didn’t say much — just mentioned she was leaving the money on the table and walked out pretty quickly.”

His stomach drops.

He mumbles a barely audible “Thanks” before rushing out the front doors. The air outside is colder now, sharp against his overheated skin. He looks left, then right, down the quiet street lined with parked cars and glowing shop signs.

“Come on, come on…” he mutters, jogging a few steps down the sidewalk and turning the corner, eyes darting, hoping maybe—just maybe—you’re still close.

But you’re not.

No sign of you.

He pulls out his phone, checking the message — the pin you sent to yourself. His heart lurches. He tries to flag down a cab, waving frantically at one turning the corner. It speeds past, ignoring him. There’s no time to wait.

So he runs.

Shoulder brushing past startled strangers, feet pounding the pavement. Breath shallow, panicked. Praying he’s not too late.

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The cab smells faintly like lavender and old leather. It’s too quiet.

You sit stiffly in the backseat, hands folded tightly in your lap as the city moves past the window in a blur of lights. The phone in your purse buzzes again.

You don’t need to look. You already know who it is.

You pull it out anyway.

Wonnie 🐾💗 Calling…

You stare at it. Watch the screen light up with his name, the little emojis he added months ago when everything between you felt light and simple. Your finger hovers, trembling slightly.

And then you hit decline.

The cab driver glances at you through the rearview mirror, sensing the tension. “Everything alright, miss?”

You nod quickly, voice small. “Yeah. Just… can we keep going, please?”

He gives a short nod and keeps driving.

The screen lights up again.

Wonnie 🐾💗 1 New Message: “Please just tell me where you are. I’ll explain everything. Please.”

Another buzz. Another call.

You close your eyes and let the screen go dark.

Because whatever’s waiting for you at that pinned location — whatever secrets Jungwon’s been burying — you need to know. Not the excuses. Not the charm. The truth.

Even if it hurts.

The cab slows to a crawl, then stops.

“This is the pin,” the driver says, uncertain as he looks out the window. “You sure this is the right place?”

You glance outside.

The street is quiet — too quiet — lined with chain-link fences, abandoned buildings, and old lamplight flickering overhead. Definitely not where you expected to be on a date night.

“Yeah,” you say softly, heart thudding. “Thanks.”

You pay and step out into the night, gripping your phone tightly. The cab drives off behind you, tires hissing on the pavement, leaving only silence in its wake.

You turn slowly in a circle, trying to make sense of the surroundings. There's no one in sight. Just rusted dumpsters, graffiti-tagged walls, and the low hum of the city in the distance. You begin walking, cautious, eyes scanning every shadow.

Then, faintly, you hear it — voices. Low. Tense.

You follow the sound, heart hammering in your chest, until you reach the mouth of a narrow alleyway tucked between two buildings. You press yourself against the wall and peek around the corner.

There they are.

Three guys, maybe four, all dressed in dark hoodies, standing in a half-circle. One of them is pacing, angry, gesturing wildly as he speaks.

“—said he’d show. Where the hell is he?” “He’s late. Again.” “This better not be one of his games.”

Then you hear something else.

A choked sound. A grunt of pain.

You peer just a little farther — and that’s when you see it.

There’s someone on the ground. Knees and elbows scraped against the concrete, arms up trying to shield their face. One of the men lunges forward and kicks him hard in the ribs, and he cries out, curling in tighter.

“Talk now!” one of them shouts. “Or we’ll finish what we started.”

You cover your mouth with your hand to keep from gasping. You’re frozen, heart in your throat, afraid to even breathe too loudly. You don’t know what’s going on, but you know one thing for sure:

You shouldn’t be here.

And yet... a small, awful part of you wonders—

Is this what Jungwon’s involved in?

You’re about to pull back, to turn and get the hell out of there before anyone notices— But then a voice cuts through the night like a blade.

“Hey.”

Your blood runs cold.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You snap your head up. One of the men is staring straight at you from the alleyway, brows furrowed, already moving toward you.

You stumble back a step, heart jackhammering as panic floods your veins. You turn to run, but a hand grabs your arm — too fast, too strong — and yanks you back with a force that knocks the breath from your chest.

“No, no, don’t run now,” the man sneers. “You came to watch, right? Let’s not waste your front row seat.”

“Let go of me!” you shout, struggling, but another guy comes up behind him and grabs your other arm. They drag you deeper into the alley.

The man on the ground — the one they were beating — lifts his head slightly. You barely catch a glimpse through the shadows, but it’s not Jungwon. Relief flashes through you for a second… until dread floods back in full force.

They’re not done.

You're shoved through a metal door at the back of one of the buildings, and it clangs shut behind you. The corridor is dimly lit and smells like rust and oil. One of them leads the way while the other keeps a firm grip on your arm, ignoring your protests.

“Boss’ll want to see this,” one mutters. “Yeah,” the other says with a grin. “Look who we found snooping around.”

They push open a heavy door at the end of the hall, revealing a room that’s somehow even darker than the alley. A man sits behind a desk, face cast in shadow except for the glow of a cigarette between his fingers.

He looks up slowly, eyes glinting in the dim light.

“Well, well,” he says, blowing out smoke lazily. “Didn’t expect company tonight.”

You stare at him, jaw tight, refusing to show fear — even though your hands are shaking.

“Who are you?” he asks, sitting up straighter in his chair. Eyes cold. Expressionless. “And what exactly did you think you were going to find out there?”

“I was just out for a walk,” you say quickly, the lie tumbling out through your panic. “I got lost— I didn’t know anyone was here—”

One of them barks a laugh. The other scoffs.

“At this hour?” the man holding you sneers. “Near a back alley full of guys who don’t like being watched?”

Before you can answer, pain explodes across your face — a sharp backhand that knocks you to the ground.

“Try again,” the second man growls.

You choke on a breath, eyes stinging. “I-I’m telling the truth—”

A kick lands hard against your ribs. You cry out, curling in on yourself as boots hit you again. And again.

“We’re not above hitting women,” one of them says darkly, grabbing your arm and hauling you up just to slam you back against the wall. “Especially liars.”

You’re gasping, stars blinking at the corners of your vision. Your head is spinning. You don’t know how much more you can take.

And then it slips out.

“I’m— I’m with Jungwon.”

Everything stills.

The room, once buzzing with menace and cruelty, freezes.

You can hear your own ragged breathing. The two men exchange glances, their smug expressions faltering for the first time.

One of them whispers, voice taut, “Did she just say Jungwon?”

The boss, who had been silent behind his desk, suddenly moves — the chair screeches violently as he stands, sending it clattering backward to the floor. His footsteps echo as he approaches you, slow, deliberate.

Your blood goes cold.

He stops right in front of you, crouches to your level, and studies your face like you’re some kind of puzzle. Then, with zero warning, he lifts his cigarette and presses it straight into your cheek.

You scream, body jolting, the scent of burnt skin filling the air as he flicks the butt aside.

“Well, well, well,” he murmurs, that cruel smile stretching across his face. He looks up at the others, dark amusement in his eyes. “Looks like we’ve found ourselves a little piece of leverage.”

Your stomach turns.

“He’s gotten real comfortable, hasn’t he?” he continues, standing to his full height. “Dating like he’s not got enemies. Like there aren’t people who still remember what he did.”

You barely register the words — you’re too busy shaking, trying to push yourself up from the floor. Your cheek is on fire, your ribs ache, and your mind is reeling from the look on their faces when you said Jungwon’s name.

They’re afraid of him… but they also know exactly how to hurt him.

And now they have you.

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[smutmind]

Show & Tell pt 2

Tiffany & Winter x Male Reader.

note: this is the continuation. i just placed the reader in the POV of the OC to make it better. enjoy

You’re still catching your breath when she steps in front of you.

Winter’s bare feet move like thought—silent, certain. Her ribbon sways with each slow shift of her weight. She doesn’t speak. Just stands there, looking down at you.

You can’t hold her gaze. Not for long.

The silence stretches. Tightens. Your fingers dig into your jeans.

She kneels again.

Not behind you this time.

In front. Close.

So close you can feel the heat off her skin. But she doesn’t touch. Doesn’t even lean. Her hands rest on her lap, posture perfect, like this is a prayer session and you’re the confession.

Tiffany doesn’t interrupt. You’d forgotten she was there.

Winter tilts her head slightly. The ribbon slides down her shoulder. She blinks once, slowly. Her lips part—but she doesn’t speak.

Your chest lifts. Drops.

And then you break.

“Please,” you whisper, your voice barely yours.

She doesn’t react. Not even a flicker.

You lean in, just a little. “Please, Winter.”

Still nothing.

You can feel how hard you are. The ache, constant now. You’re throbbing against the inside of your jeans and you swear she can see it. She probably can.

Her eyes stay soft. Curious. Not cruel.

That makes it worse.

“Please…” you try again, quieter. “I need… I need your mouth.”

A tiny lift of her brow.

Not rejection. Just a question.

You drop your voice lower, words catching in your throat. “I want to feel you… I want to come in your mouth.”

She blinks.

Then finally speaks.

“Why?”

It floors you. That one word.

Your throat tightens. “Because I’m losing it.”

She leans forward—just enough for her breath to brush your jaw.

“I haven’t touched you,” she says again.

“I know.”

“I haven’t kissed you.”

You nod, swallowing. “Still—fuck—I want it. I want you.”

Her lips twitch, the ghost of a smile.

“You want to come?”

“Yes.”

“You think I should help you with that?”

You nod.

“Beg better.”

The words slap the air between you.

“I…” You clear your throat. “I want you to take it from me.”

Still not enough.

“I want to beg on my knees if that’s what it takes. I want to feel your lips. I want to hear you breathe around it. I want to watch you own it. Own me.”

Now her eyes light—something behind them snapping into place.

She shifts—just one movement forward—until her chest brushes your knees.

Still not touching.

Still not giving.

She smiles, finally, and it’s slow, deliberate, devastating.

“Good,” she whispers. “Now suffer for it.”

She rises, steps back.

You nearly fall forward.

Tiffany clicks her pen, nodding from the shadows.

“Scene’s good. Let him sit with that.”

You look up.

Winter’s halfway off the set already.

The ache doesn’t fade.

And you don’t move.

Time: 3:17 A.M.

The studio had gone still. No cues. No camera. Just you, the mattress beneath you, and the taste of heat in the air.

Tiffany stood beside the bed, arms folded, eyes pinned to your lap.

Winter crouched low, chin on her knees, watching you like she already knew how the night would end.

Tiffany’s voice broke the quiet.

“Lesson two,” she said, slow and clear. “You don’t reward desperation.”

Winter looked up. “Then what do you do?”

“You own it.”

Tiffany stepped forward, heels discarded somewhere behind her. Her blouse was loose now, collarbones sharp in the low light.

She didn’t ask.

She undid your belt with a practiced flick, exposing just enough to make your breath catch.

Winter followed her movements carefully, like choreography.

“Don’t rush,” Tiffany said, voice low. “Let them feel the waiting. That’s where the break lives.”

Winter nodded.

You tried to sit up.

Tiffany pressed one hand to your chest—flat, firm. “No. Stay down.”

You obeyed.

She knelt, movements slow, and took you in her hand—just her hand.

Winter leaned closer, brows lifting. “Like this?”

“No,” Tiffany murmured. “With control.”

She guided Winter’s fingers over you, adjusting the grip.

“Not to please him. To possess him.”

Winter mimicked the motion, watching you twitch.

Your breath caught.

“See that?” Tiffany said. “That twitch isn’t pleasure. It’s surrender.”

Winter looked up at you, eyes wide. “He’s not even speaking.”

“He doesn’t have to,” Tiffany said. “He’s already ours.”

Then she bent forward.

Took you into her mouth—slow, steady, her eyes never leaving Winter.

“Control isn’t in the act,” she said between strokes, voice calm. “It’s in who leads the rhythm.”

Winter watched, lips parted, then slid beside her and took over.

Her mouth was warmer. Slower. Less practiced but hungrier.

Tiffany smiled. “Good. Now pull back. Don’t give him what he wants—give him just less than that.”

Winter obeyed.

You whimpered.

Tiffany cupped your thigh. “Now you hear that? That sound means he’s cracking. So ask him.”

Winter looked up. “Ask what?”

“If he deserves it.”

Winter tilted her head. “Do you?”

Your answer was a gasp.

Tiffany chuckled. “That’s not an answer. He should beg, not breathe.”

Winter leaned in, lips against your thigh. “Beg me.”

“I—I want to come,” you stammered. “I need to.”

Tiffany raised a brow. “Need?”

Winter pulled back, her tongue tracing the air just above you. “Why?”

“Because I—fuck—I can’t hold it.”

“You don’t get to hold it,” Tiffany said, voice like silk over steel. “We do.”

They both leaned in again.

This time, together.

One tongue teasing, one mouth full.

Tiffany held your jaw in her hand as Winter sucked harder.

“You’re not coming because you want to,” she whispered. “You’re coming because we allow it.”

And you did.

Hard.

Fast.

Twitching beneath them, undone.

They pulled back together—matching breath, matching pace.

Your cum between them.

Winter looked to Tiffany.

Tiffany nodded once.

They kissed.

Slow.

Hungry.

Deliberate.

Your taste passed between them—shared, savored.

Winter exhaled, lips wet. “So this is control.”

Tiffany smiled.

“No,” she said. “This is just the warm-up.”

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[thirteenheavens]

fwb w wonwoo pls

Want to come over?|| Jeon Wonwoo

Word count: 1656

Notes: hope you enjoy guys back from my lil break <3

Your phone buzzes on your nightstand, interrupting your late-night reading. You glance at the screen and see Wonwoo's name, along with a message that makes your heart skip a beat.

Wonwoo: Hey Y-N, I can't sleep. I need you. Want to come over?

You've been friends with benefits with Wonwoo for a while now, but you still get butterflies whenever he initiates something. He knows your body so well, and his texts always get your imagination racing. You bite your lip, considering his invitation. It's late, but you know how worked up he can get when he can't sleep. And honestly, the thought of him needing you like this is making you wet already.

Y/N: Sure, I'll be there in 15.

You send the message and quickly get dressed, your mind already racing with images of what's to come. You know Wonwoo won't be able to keep his hands off you once you arrive.

You grab your keys and wallet, throwing on a casual outfit that's easy to remove. The drive to Wonwoo's place feels longer than usual, your anticipation growing with each passing minute. When you arrive, you see his lights are still on and his car is parked in the driveway. You knock on the door, and he answers almost immediately, his hair messy and eyes dark with desire.

"You came," he says huskily, pulling you inside and pressing you against the wall. "I've been thinking about you all night." His hands slide under your shirt, his fingers hot against your skin as he kisses you deeply. The familiar taste of him makes your knees weak, and you can feel his hardness pressing against you through his sweatpants.

"I couldn't resist," you gasp between kisses, running your hands down his bare chest. "You know I can't say no to you." Wonwoo groans against your neck, his hands roaming over your body possessively. "Good," he murmurs, nipping at your skin. "Because I need you too much." He lifts you effortlessly, carrying you to his bedroom while still kissing you hungrily. Once there, he lays you down on the bed and climbs on top of you, his body caging you in.

"You're so beautiful," he says, his eyes drinking in the sight of you beneath him. "I've been craving you all day." Wonwoo settles between your legs, his body warm and heavy against yours. His hands slide under your shirt again, this time pushing it up and over your head.

"So perfect," he murmurs, admiring your bare breasts as he tosses your shirt aside. His lips find your neck, trailing down to your collarbone as his hands cup your breasts. You arch into his touch, feeling his hard cock pressing against your thigh through his sweatpants. "Wonwoo..." you moan softly, tangling your fingers in his hair.

He smiles against your skin, his fingers finding your nipples and rolling them gently between his thumb and forefinger. "That's it, baby," he encourages. "Let me hear you." Wonwoo's mouth continues its path down your body, leaving hot kisses on your chest and stomach. He stops at the waistband of your pants, looking up at you with a smirk.

"These need to come off," he says, his fingers already working on undoing them. "I want to taste you properly." He slides your pants down and tosses them aside, his eyes darkening at the sight of your wet panties. "You're already so wet for me," he groans, running a finger along the damp fabric.

"Wonwoo, please," you beg, needing more than just his teasing touches. "I need you inside me." Wonwoo's smile widens as he hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls them down slowly, revealing your glistening folds.

"Patience," he chides playfully, though his own control is slipping. "I want to make you feel good first." He lowers his head between your legs, inhaling deeply before pressing his tongue against your clit. "You smell amazing," he murmurs against you, before licking a slow stripe up your slit.

His tongue circles your clit teasingly, sending waves of pleasure through your body. He knows exactly how to play your body like an instrument, and he's eager to make you sing. Wonwoo usually moves quickly when he's with you, but tonight he's taking his time. He's savoring the taste of you, exploring every inch of your sensitive flesh with his tongue.

"I want to make this last," he murmurs between licks, his hot breath fanning against your skin. "I want to feel you trembling around my tongue." He gently pushes your legs wider apart, giving him better access to your most intimate parts. His tongue delves deeper, teasing at your entrance before sliding back up to circle your clit.

"You taste so sweet," he groans, his hands gripping your thighs possessively. "I could do this all night."

"Wonwoo, I can't take it anymore," you whimper, your body writhing beneath his skilled tongue. "I need you inside me. Please." He looks up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Since you asked so nicely..." He crawls up your body, leaving a trail of kisses along the way. When he reaches your lips, he kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

"Roll over," he commands huskily, his hand caressing your hip. "I want to take you from behind." You roll over onto your stomach, presenting yourself to him in a vulnerable position. Wonwoo positions himself behind you, his hard cock pressing against your entrance.

"So obedient," he praises, his hands gripping your hips as he guides himself inside. "You're always so good for me." He slides in slowly, savoring the feeling of your tight heat enveloping him. "Fuck," he groans, once he's fully seated inside you. "You're always so tight." He starts to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm that has you moaning into the pillow. His hands grip your hips tighter, pulling you back to meet each thrust.

"You take me so well," he growls, his pace increasing as he gets more worked up. "Like you were made for my cock.” Wonwoo's usual playful demeanor is gone, replaced by a darker, more intense energy. His thrusts are rougher than usual, his grip on your hips almost bruising.

"Mine," he growls possessively, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. "You're all mine, no one else can have you." He leans over you, his chest pressing against your back as he fucks you harder. "I don't want anyone else touching you," he whispers harshly in your ear. "You belong to me."

His words and actions are unexpectedly dominant and claiming, making you wonder what's gotten into him tonight. Wonwoo's words are sending shivers down your spine, but there's an edge to his possessiveness that's both exciting and worrying.

He continues to pound into you, his thrusts becoming almost brutal as he claims you. "Say it," he demands, his voice low and rough. "Say you're mine." You're not sure where this sudden need for possession is coming from, but you can't deny the way it's making your heart race. "I'm yours, Wonwoo," you moan, surrendering to his dominance.

He growls in satisfaction, his hips slamming against yours as he chases his own release. "Good girl," he praises, though there's a hint of darkness in his tone. "Now cum for me. Let me feel you cum all over my cock." You feel yourself getting closer to the edge, the combination of his rough thrusts and possessive words driving you wild.

"I'm going to cum," you gasp, your fingers clutching the sheets as your orgasm builds. "Please, don't stop." Wonwoo leans down to bite your ear. "Cum for me, baby," he commands, his voice rough with need. "I want to feel you fall apart." His fingers find your clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he continues to pound into you. The added stimulation pushes you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave.

You cry out his name as you cum, your body convulsing around him. Wonwoo follows closely behind, his own orgasm triggered by your tightening walls. He buries himself deep inside you, filling you with his hot cum as he moans your name. "Mine," he whispers again, collapsing on top of you as he catches his breath.

You lie there in silence, your bodies still pressed together as you both come down from your intense orgasms. Wonwoo's breathing is heavy against your ear, his heartbeat racing against your back. The possessive air from earlier still lingers, but he seems more subdued now, his grip on you loosening slightly. You can sense that something is still on his mind, something he's not saying.

"Y-N," he finally breaks the silence, his voice soft and uncertain. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," you reply gently, turning your head to look at him. "What is it?" Wonwoo hesitates for a moment, his eyes searching your face. "I know we agreed on this arrangement," he says slowly. "But lately... I've been thinking that maybe I want more." Your heart skips a beat at his words. You've never discussed exclusivity or deeper feelings, but his possessiveness tonight makes sense now.

"What kind of more?" you ask carefully, wanting to understand what he's feeling. Wonwoo's eyes meet yours, his expression vulnerable and uncertain. "I don't know exactly," he admits. "But every time I see you with someone else, or when we're together and I have to hold back... I just can't stop thinking about how much I want you all to myself."

He takes a deep breath, running a hand through his messy hair. "I know it's complicated because of our agreement, but I need to know if there's a chance for us to be more than just friends with benefits." His confession hangs in the air between you, raw and honest. You can see the mixture of hope and fear in his eyes, unsure of how you'll respond.

[gooner127]

back 2 u - lee jeno

word count- 861

summary- you and jeno dated for about three years. broken up multiple times, he says he’ll change but never does and everytime you take him back, not this time though!!! you’re tired of his lies and his bullshit so you finally stand up for yourself in hopes that he’ll move on and finally give you the peace you’ve been needing.

w- cussing, angst and idk

authors note- hai guys i tried angst also based it off back 2 u one of 127s best songs of course!!! jeno take the damn hint bruh🥀 but uhm enjoy please😛 also for @neogotmysam who requested jeno for angst!!!

01:27 AM

you wake up to the sound of your phone ringing for the 5th time that night. you sigh and reach for your phone about to decline until you read the contact name ‘jeno.’, with slight hesitation and a groan you answer the call rubbing your eyes and running your hand through you hair.

“y/n plea-“ jeno opens his mouth to speak but you quickly cut him off. “jeno, don’t do this.” you manage to say with a groggy voice.

jenos voice is shaky, sounds like he has been crying. “baby, please. i can change for you i swear just give me sometime to get everything together then it’ll all go back to normal yeah? sounds good right? that’s what you want for everything to be ho-“

“jeno stop.” you cut him off once again. “you say that every single time. when have you actually changed? no, no, when have you actually put the effort into changing? you always say “oh baby i’ll change i swear” but you never fucking do. it’s the same bullshit over and over again and i am tired, exhausted of letting you walk all over me.”

that’s when he finally stays quiet. “..i..” “you what jeno? what’s your excuse this time? is it finally something different and believable or is it the same bullshit you’ve fed me the past three years? i’m serious jeno i’m not doing this anymore, i’m not going back. not to you.”

pushing through sniffles and shakiness jeno opens his mouth again. “please just he-“

you groan loud enough for him to hear you, holy shit he can’t take a hint. “stop calling me. stop coming by my place. stop looking for me. you have to let it go jeno. you’re making this worse for the both of us. move on. let me go. you’ve done this way too many times and i fall for it each time. every single fucking time i’m left hurt and feeling like shit, i don’t want that anymore. stop trying. i’m not letting the cycle repeat itself again. this, us, it’s already over. there is no place left for you.” you managed to choke the last part out, this hurts to say the more you think. one little part of you wants to take jeno back but you know you shouldn’t, it’ll end up like every single other time. he wont change. so you need to.

silence after that. you can hear a pin drop kind of quiet. after multiple calls every night, hundreds of desperate messages, showing up at your apartment about two times a week, he’s quiet. his mouth is shut. he has nothing left to say. it breaks your heart a little feeling as if you were too harsh, well then you get out of that haze and remember the hell he put you through.

the next thirty seconds are in silence just you, your mind and jenos shaky breathing. you’re pulled out of your thoughts when jeno opens his mouth to speak, his voice cracking.

“..i..i..i-i’m.. s..sorry.” took him about 10 seconds to just say those two words. “i..i’m sorry for pushing my luck. i should’ve backed off the second you told me to…stop.”

you immediately talk after him. “you’re hard headed. one thing that bothered me about you at times. i get that..you want us to give it another try but that’s not going to happen jeno. i’ve given you so many chan-“

he cuts you off this time. “and i’ve fucked them all up i know. i’m the dumbass but i can’t help how i am no matter how hard i try.”

you sigh. “which is why i’m not taking you back jeno. you never actually change. you don’t try to and you don’t want to. you saying ‘i can’t help how i am’ doesn’t help your pleas. you could’ve put an effort into wanting to be a better person but you never have. what we used to have is no more. it’s gone. it wont happen again. you need to let me go and go our separate ways. stop contacting me jeno. please.”

like always jeno opens his mouth and you’re back to square one. “please i’m serious i can change, were so good together and you know it too. i can’t live without you i love you.” you can hear him crying more as he continues to speak “please y/n just once more, i can’t do this i need you here with me i wont be me anymore without you. i’m sorry for being a dick take me back, one more chance i’ll do anything i’ll put an effort into changing just like you want i swear. please i don’t know what more you want fro-“

you can’t handle it anymore, you grab your phone and hang up the call. hearing him saying the same phrases that you’ve been an idiot to and believed made you so fucking irritated.

he calls you again. you decline.

he calls you again. you decline.

once more jeno calls. you decline, you click his contact and block his number. maybe this way you’ll finally get the peace you’ve hoped for because one thing is for sure, you’re not going back.

[ultralightpoe]

I'm Confessin' That I Love You - Bucky Barnes

Authors Note: This has many parts already written but I was always scared to release it. Now or never y'all.. Next part queued up soon. -Ultralightpoe

Word Count: Over 5k

Warnings: Mind control.

Description: Bucky and You find yourself trapped in the hex. 50s start.

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“You don’t understand-” The words are rushed out between sobs, your throat squeezing in on itself as you push to speak. Pushing the rain out of your eyes is no easy task, with the way your hands were shaking and the wind was making the weather beat down harder. It was even more of a struggle to see through it all, and yet the eyes you stared into were magnetic enough that you’d probably be able to find them in even the darkest nights. “I n-need Steve. Something is wrong.”

“I get that.” His voice soothes you, reaching a hand out before something shudders across his face and he draws a hand back with a flinch. “But he’s not here. And he left you my information for a reason….”

He was right, you knew he was right. But a part of you was breaking, something in your chest caving in. Thunder cracked behind you loud enough to make you shudder as the ground beneath you shook, and you could see the man before you move as if he was preparing to block you from whatever threat was coming. 

“You can trust me here….”

“Something is wrong and I think-” Another sob racked through your body, making your ribs ache a bit. “Steve would know how to talk to her.”

“We can go together, just take a look.” He offers, bending a little to catch your eye. “Once we see where the problem is we can come up with a plan. Yeah?”

“I don’t want to bother you.”

“You’re never a bother to me.” Bucky whispers, shaking his head. “And if you think something is wrong then something is wrong.”

- 

The clock at the bottom of the stairs rang out just as the sun was beginning to climb its way up the sky, stretching the light across half the bedroom in a villainous motion that had Bucky Barnes turning for cover, using the pillow to cover his eyes before he reached his hand across the bed in effort to grab you, only to feel the chill of your side empty. With a betrayed sort of look he manages to hoist himself into sitting up, eyes still closed and leaning all his weight on his left arm as he calls out, “Doll?”

He waits a moment, then another, and once he realizes there would be no answer a small groan escapes him knowing there was no way he’d get back to sleep if you weren’t there with him. So he shifts his weight, hauling himself out of the bed and finally managing to crack his eyes open to the new light of the day. 

Your bed sits untouched in the side of the room, not surprising since the second you both moved in here it became useless. Two newlyweds who refused to sleep apart, many said it would pass, and yet you were still going strong. Instead you both slept in his, and he took care to at least somewhat make his side so you would have less to do today before he shuffles his feet down the hall and down the steps, breathing in the smell of your cooking. 

“Please tell me you did not abandon me to make breakfast.” He whines, leaning on the doorway of the kitchen as he takes you in, chest tightening at the way the early morning sunlight seems to wrap around you like a glow. 

“Of course I did.” You huff back, a smile cracking across your face that makes one slide across his own in response as you move gracefully to his side of the room to try and kiss his cheek in a greeting. Ever the greedy husband he moves until your lips land on his, and it doesn’t take you long to melt into it. 

And just like that, all his dreams came true. The way your body seemed to melt into his own as his arms wrapped around you to pull you in as close as possible, lips glued together as if both think if you separated now you would never be able to kiss again. And Bucky just wasn’t willing to risk that.

Ever since your first kiss, which was….. 

As if you could hear how fast his head was moving you pulled back, pulling a slight whine from him until you looked up at him with the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen and all worries seemed to vanish from him immediately. 

“I've been dreamin’ about you since the moment I met ya.” He drawls out, leaning his forehead to touch yours, and nothing could fight off the smile that spreads across his face when he feels you hug him. 

That was before the smell of burning filled the kitchen and you gasped out, pushing away from him with enough force he let out an “oomph” before you dash to the stove and try to pull the bacon off the stove. 

“Damn you and your magnetic eyes.” You huff, whirling around with an accusatory look. “You better shake a leg, dreamboat. Or else you’re gonna be late again.”

“Or we can turn everything off and head up for another couple hours of sleep?” He counters, attempting to grab you into his arms again before you stop him with a shake of your head. “You have work. Now go.”

He does what you tell him, rushing up the stairs to find something to wear only to see that you had already laid out clothes for him on the bed….. Only…. Had they been there when he woke up? Why would you have laid them on the bed and not hanging on the wardrobe door if he was still in the bed earlier? And he swore he hadn’t seen the suit….. 

A pulsing fills his ears as he stares down at the fabric before moving to slide a finger over the left sleeve, until his gaze rips from the jacket to his arm where flesh now sat. 

Something felt odd. 

There was a feeling sitting on the back of his spine as he whirled to take in the room, but he recognized everything. Your hairbrush on the dresser, his dog tags hanging on your lamp where you insisted you keep them. Your honeymoon photos decorating any open space he could find when you moved in…. Only…. 

This didn’t feel right. 

Where had you both gone for your honeymoon? Sure the photos showed you both in some suits at a beach, you on his shoulders posing with the sun behind you both, but he couldn’t remember the day at all. 

And when he wracked his brain he couldn’t remember your wedding, or your first date or first kiss. 

“James!” Your voice calls up the stairs, snapping his attention to the door. He hadn’t even realized it but he had walked until he was right in front of the pictures on the nightstand, and his heart was thundering.

“Be right down.” He calls back, casting one more look to the photo before rushing to get dressed as he had promised you. 

His chest felt tight, and he kept casting paranoid looks around the room until he was back down the stairs with you waiting for him with a plate, and when you kissed him all his worries vanished. “You took too long. It’s a little cold.” 

“And I’m sure it will still be delicious, Doll.” 

“Come sit, let me get you some orange juice.” You boss him around, leading him to the table before moving to grab the glass pitcher. 

“Hey Doll, you remember our honeymoon?” He blurts, eyes watching you with nothing but adoration as you cross the room to sit by him at the table. 

“Of course! We had the best time in……” Your smile remains wide but he notes something flashing in your eyes as your eyebrows pinch in. 

“But not as much fun as our first date I’m sure.” He supplies, watching your face pinch up even more. 

“Oh, our first date… when we…”

A moment of silence hits the table, both of you staring at each other with round eyes before a laugh escapes you. “I’m having such a frazzled morning. Please ignore me darling.”

“Me? Ignore you?” He laughs, shaking his head. “I don’t think I could if I tried, Angel.” 

And just like that the morning was fixed, you made sure he ate, and he put up a fit until ate with him, before grabbing the lunch you packed and walking him to his car. 

“Have a wonderful day.” 

And it feels like heaven when he gets to lean in and kiss you goodbye before getting into his car and heading off to work, but the second you vanish from his sight that tight feeling in his chest returns once more. 

He was being absurd, and a terrible husband. Oh how his Ma’ would kill him if she found out he had forgotten these things. 

The wedding had been in… 

“Watch out!” Someone calls out, a moment too late for the metal arm that had already wrapped the hand around the agents neck, squeezing tightly as panic filled her eyes, her nails clawing in a desperate attempt to get some air. 

You had forgotten to pack a swimsuit and you dragged him to go buy a new one when you were on your honeymoon out in….. 

The Soldat was so intent on watching the woman choke that he missed the shield thrown at him, the metal throwing him back, and since he had a firm grip the agent came with him. Only he let go at the last second to try and catch himself. And once he had his footing he moved to reach her only to realize she was already gone. 

Oh golly, he was being a terrible husband. He should know these things. And frustration was beginning to claim him as he tried to think of anything at all. 

Tension rose on the back of the Soldats neck, and he turned just in time for the agent to attack him, her legs wrapping around his shoulders as she used the momentum and her own body weight to lay them both out. Both of you managed to catch yourselves at the same time and he was quick to try and punch you only for you to block once more. A field hits him, and it takes a moment to realize the agent had shielded themselves with an energy barrier he had never seen before, and the second her hand touches his now exposed cheek he collapses with exhaustion. 

“James? Are you alright?” Someone asks, snapping Bucky out of his…. Dream? Drawing his attention to where his coworker now stood. 

“How…. When did I get to work?”

“You parked a couple minutes ago pal. You have been standing here since.” 

“Right…. “ He nods, clearing his throat before a calm ease overtakes him. “Let’s get a move on. The quicker I get this day over the quicker I get back to my best gal.”

“No need to rub it in hotshot.” 

- 

The conversation between you and Bucky from the morning had stuck with you for some reason, and it was all you could think about as you watched him drive down the street on his way to work. 

Oh what a terrible wife you were. 

What kind of wife forgot her wedding?! Or her honeymoon?! Even the first kiss! 

“Is everything all right?” Someone asks, pulling your attention to a woman with black hair and an oddly knowing smile, her plaid dress swishing at her calves as she took you in. “You look like you’ve lost the plot of this whole show!”

“I…. I’m sorry?” 

“Agatha. Friends call me Aggy, you can call me Agatha.” She teases, holding out her hand for you to shake, only the second your skin touches hers she jumps a bit in surprise. “Oh golly, aren’t you just a ball of energy? Even I could feel it.”

“The study is showing great signs, no one has fed off the energy the way this subject has.” Your father explains, not quite managing to look at where you stood behind him, his entire body tense. “The mutant blood mixed with the dna from the-”

“I understand, but it doesn’t make a difference. Hydra does not want…. Energy… they want super soldiers.”

“She can supply or take energy in just a second with just a simple touch, Ray. She can make plants grow without so much as breaking a sweat. You have to show them. I wouldn’t have put my own daughter down as a subject if I didn’t believe it.” 

“Your daughter is the only one to come out alive. And you’re lucky she had. I recommend you grab her and get as far away from here as possible. They are sending…..” The words muffle out for a moment as you look around the room but you pay attention once more when your father grabs your arm. 

“The Winter Soldier is a myth.” 

“You need to run. There is no way out. Hydra does not forgive easily.”

“Hellooooo?” Polished nails snap in front of your face, pulling your attention back to Agatha. “I was asking you questions, dear. Where are you from? Are you married? Are you single? Not for me of course, maybe for my husband if it gets him out of my hair.”

“Oh! I’m sorry.” You laugh, casting your eyes down to the empty garden plot behind her before looking back at her, or more specifically the broach on the collar of her dress. “Isn’t that nice? Family heirloom?”

For some reason you could feel nothing but energy coming off of it, almost like if you touched it then you’d see something, and without even fully knowing what you were doing you reached a hand out to try. 

The woman in front of you stepped back sharply, eyes slashing a moment of fury before her face fixed back to the smiling happy look she started with. “Look at the time, I gotta run. And I don’t want to be a wet rag on your morning now. Have a good day!” 

And with that she is off, walking down the street in a hurry before you look down to the garden plot once more and lean forward. You really should plant something, it would be perfect weather for it. 

You allow your hands to get a feel of the dirt, breathing in the smell before looking up at the house with narrowed eyes as you try to decide. Maybe roses, though you wanted something with a bit more of a pop. And Bucky worked so hard to find a house you wanted to make it look good. Bushes were boring, maybe some poppies? But those were so closely related to the military you didn’t want them to upset your husband. 

Maybe Catmint or Azaleas? Both of those had a brilliant color and you were sure Bucky would-

You felt the shift in the air, and the moment a zing passed through your ribs in a way that made your breath hitch, looking down just in time to see both Catmint and Azaleas begin to grow at a rapid pace from the once barron dirt. 

Panic claws through you as you jump away, landing in the grass beneath you as you continue to stare at the flowers with wild eyes. 

“What are your seduction techniques?” A familiar voice calls out and you turn to find Wanda standing by your fence- Wanda! 

“Oh Wanda! I was looking for you!” You exclaim, jumping up to rush and hug her. 

“Whatever for?” 

“I….. well I have no…..” Why had you been looking for Wanda? “Oh enough about me. Why are you asking about seduction techniques?”

“Oh you will never believe the mess I’m in.” She begins, and you link arms with her to lead her inside, casting one last look at the flower bed before shutting the door behind you. 

- 

The screen flickers to life in black and white, framed with soft static. A cheerful jingle trills in the background, all xylophones and harmony that you could hum along to.  The camera pans over a pristine kitchen: floral curtains, sparkling countertops, and a smiling housewife. Her hair is curled to perfection and her dress moves at her calves with every slight move she makes.  She’s humming as she waters a potted plant, which droops sadly.

The narrator's voice is chipper and crisp, unmistakably male:

“Feeling a little wilted, darling? Has your energy been drained by the day-to-day grind?”

The housewife pauses, a perfect housewife smile frozen in place as she glances at the drooping leaves. Her brows pinch together, just a touch. Then she reaches out. As her fingers brush the plant, something pulses. The leaves twitch. Then swell. The entire flower perks up, too fast, too bright, glowing faintly at the edges.

She smiles again, but the corners of her eyes don't join in.

“Introducing VitaRays! The only household tonic that gives and takes, with just a touch!”

Cut to animated line art of a flower smiling wide, then cut again to the same flower draining the sun dry like a straw.

“Infused with the latest in scientific innovation, and thoroughly family-tested!”

A black-and-white photo fades in: the housewife as a young girl, standing beside a man in a lab coat. Her smile is small. His hand rests heavy on her shoulder. Behind his glasses, his eyes are unreadable.

“Why, with VitaRays, you’ll be the brightest bloom on the block! Whether you’re tending your garden, keeping your husband happy, or bringing back what ought to stay gone…”

The audio warps the slightest notch, pausing on the word gone before stopping.  A breath of static follows, ringing in your ears. But before anyone could realize a jingle takes its place, the harmony once again keeping beat. But there is something there…. A voice under the jingle, too low to make out but almost familiar. The screen skips.

The housewife stares into the camera now. Just for a second. Too long. Her smile doesn't change, but her eyes are pleading.

Then the screen cuts to a bright, spinning logo: “VitaRays It’s not magic. It’s inheritance.”

A final chime plays. High-pitched and grating, like the ringing in your ears after a bomb.

Then black.

- 

“She was found by shield as a kid, in the laboratory her father worked in. Hydra owned, they were paying for everything in his experiments. Intel says that they… “ Natasha starts, a look of guilt passing over her face as she takes in Steve’s angry face.

“Got tired of waiting?”

“No one ever saw him go in and out, it just fed into the Winter Soldier myth all the more. But he was definitely there. Killed them all.”

“Then who is that standing over Fury?”

“The lead scientist was…… using his daughter as a trial. She was found in the lab, unharmed but a bit confused. Fury said that she didn’t have a scratch on her but she swore she had been shot. And her father had been shot as well but he was walking around the lab with her.”

“She brought him back?” 

“Not fully. He was like a walking zombie.”

“And we are bringing her in to heal him?”

“He’s not dead and she’s not a scared five year old. He was shot and she can help.”

“I figure there are more important things for you both to be doing than hiding in this snack room gossiping about me.” You sigh, leaning on the doorframe as they both whip around to spot you. “Aren’t you both supposed to have heightened senses? Couldn’t hear me standing here the whole time?”

“What do you know about the winter soldier?” Steve asks, something a lot more gentle in his voice than he had a minute ago. 

“I know he’s dangerous, and broken.” You shrug. “But we all have been at some point, right?”

You leave them there, walking back to Fury’s room as you try to forget everything. 

- 

“Oh honey,” Bucky trills as he swings in at the door, a large smile plastered on his face as he takes you in. “I’m home.”

“You’re late.” You huff, turning your chin just the slightest bit to perform a fake dramatic moment that has him chuckling. “I have been waiting far too long.”

“Oh don’t I know it. Every moment from you feels like torture.” He moves closer with an easy stride until he is kneeling in front of where you sit, pulling your chin until you look at him. “How about we make up for lost time with some backseat bingo?”

“James Buchanan Barnes, you are fast!” 

“Can you be fast when you’re married? Or is it just following your vows?” 

“Yes! Our….Vows…..” You nod, a fog in your eyes making his chest ache with nerves. 

“Which…. Were….” He continues, leaning up a bit to press his nose into yours as his brain racks. 

“Absolutely wonderful!” You rush, leaning forward to press your lips into his before he can object, allowing a small moan to slip out when he immediately kisses back which just makes his arms wrap a little tighter around you as your legs wrap around him to pull him in. 

It deepens more and more, almost like both of you are desperate for this, like you need it to breathe. But just your luck the phone shrills out, making you both jump and pull apart before he moves to answer it. 

“Barnes residence.” He sighs, wiggling his eyebrows at you as you giggle. “Well ain’t that a bite….. Uh huh…. Alright now, easy…. No need to flip your lid now. You know the Mrs. and I will be right over.” 

He hangs up quickly before standing up and extending a hand to you, which you gladly accept. “Wanda needs us.” 

“Something is wrong with Wanda.” You gasp out the second Bucky Barnes opens his door, the rain pelting on you as he took in your appearance with wild eyes. “S-Steve promised and he’s not here and I can’t find Sam or Clint or- And Steve told me where to find you when I saw him at the home- I don’t-”

“Easy now.” He tries, reaching his arms out to try and touch you only for you to flinch away. He feels like he has just been stabbed as he watches you, but it’s not entirely surprising considering everything he has done. “Tell me what you know.”

“I don’t know anything. That’s the problem! I can’t feel her! All I feel is this odd shifted energy but none of Wandas…. It’s just….. Chaos.”

- 

“Alright goose it.” You laugh, watching Bucky dramatically hit the gas before guiding the car down the street in the direction Wanda lives. “Remind me again why we drove?”

“To make it seem like we are not last minute invites, Doll.”

“But we are?”

“Optical illusion I believe.”

“I won’t question your judgement.”

“And yet I think you will.” He laughs, hopping out of the car before dashing to open your door. “Milady’.”

“Oh what a gentlemen.” You laugh, allowing him to help you out before grabbing the bowl of fruit you had rushed to cut.

“Say, Doll, where’d you get all this fruit anyways?” “I…. went to the garden?” The garden in the backyard, that had been empty before you touched it.

“You’ve really been working hard while I’m at work.” He smiles, grabbing your hand and letting you lead him up to the door. “Is that a lobster?”

“It’s Wanda and Visions home, are you surprised?” He shrugs at your words, reaching to use the lobster as a door knock before Vision opens the door with a wild look. 

“Oh! Look dear, another couple!” An older woman yells, pushing past Vision to greet you both at the door. 

“Aren’t you two just the apple of ones eye. Oh my.”

“I’m James and this is my wife.” Bucky greets, allowing her to pull him but not before giving you a helpless look. 

“I do believe that Wanda might need a bit of help if you would.” Vision mumbles under his breath, pushing you to the door gently. You reach up to pat his hand in comfort, and the second your skin touches his something feels funky. 

The energy is not…. Human? It feels…. Like a machine. 

“Are you alright dear?” The older woman calls and you place a smile on your face before exclaiming some excuse about hating running late before pushing into the kitchen to find Wanda. 

“Oh don’t you look dolly!” You smile, rushing to hug her tightly. “I brought fruit!” 

“You are my saviour. Let’s get to work.”

- 

Bucky was placed besides Mrs. Hart at the table, across from you which he could not complain about. Who could complain when they were staring at an angel? No matter how weird the night had been so far. 

A weird night indeed. Between Vision breaking out into the song yakety yak, and Mrs. Hart claimed she was beginning to feel woozy due to lack of food. 

But it was all done, and they were seated at a the dinner table in front of a brilliant spread of breakfast for dinner. 

“Very european.” Mrs. Hart compliments, giving Bucky a little giggle as he smiles at her. 

“So where did both of you couples move from? What brought you here? How long have you been married? Why don’t you have any ankle biters yet?” She asks, her cheeks tinted with a blush that could be seen through the black and white film. 

“Oh! We moved from….” Wanda starts, fixing up her napkin nervously. 

“Yes! We moved from….” Vision continues for her. 

“We got married in…..” Bucky starts, his head spinning a little as he looks to you for an answer. 

“Yes! Way back in…..”

“Well?” Mr. Hart asks, his voice layered in aggravation. “Moved from where? Married when?”

“Oh easy now, they are just building up the story for us!” Mrs. Hart defends, reaching forward to pat your hand across the table before moving to pat Vis’ arm right next to her. 

But when no one could think of a thing to say Mr. Hart could only get more aggravated, looking at Wanda as he began to ask. “Why did you come here? Why?”

Wanda was frozen, her eyes holding a glassy look that had you freezing as well as that feeling of Deja Vu pushed in a bit. 

Mr. Hart slams his hands on the table, and Bucky snaps straight with a firm look in his eyes as he assesses any threat and how quickly he could get to you. He notes the exits and anything he can use as a weapon before looking at you. 

“Damn it, why?! Why did you…” And just like that Mr. Hart begins to huff for air, his eyes growing panicky. 

“Oh Arthur, stop it!” Mrs. Hart giggles, but the energy coming off of her was nothing but fear as he continued to struggle for breath. “Stop it. Stop it. STOP IT. PLEASE STOP IT!”

Each time she said it the words turned more and more into a plea as she looked at Wanda, tears beginning to slip from her eyes while Arthur Hart continued to choke right beside you and yet you were frozen to your seat. You wanted to reach for him, but a red haze blocked your mind's decision as you merely watched it all. 

Bucky was in the same boat, fighting to get any piece of his body to move but being stuck in the motion. 

It isn’t until he collapses to the ground that the spell breaks and Wanda looks to Vision, finally ordering him to do something. 

And he does, phasing his hand through to grab the sausage that had lodged in Mr. Harts throat. 

And then the room shifts completely, no more clock chiming, nothing but a happy serene moment. 

“Well, would you look at the time?” Mr. Hart chuckles, without a single hint that he had just been choking. “We best be off.”

“What?” Bucky asks, blinking at them as they both rush to leave, giggling and jolly once more. 

He makes it to your side of the table, a hand on your back rubbing up and down to comfort you before you both head to grab your jackets. 

“I’m glad you came.” Wanda hums, hugging you a bit before pulling back. Bucky moves to lead you away, face strung up in confusion before Wanda calls your name once more. His hand clenches where it sits on your back, gripping at your dress like he is afraid she’ll snatch you away and his energy looms over you like a comforting blanket. 

“Do you mind?” She asks, using her finger to gesture around the room where each and every plant is wilted and dying. 

“Oh….” You gape, blinking slowly at them before closing your eyes and taking a deep breath in. You hear Bucky’s breath hitch and by the time you open your eyes the plants are blooming beautifully. 

He pushes you out quickly, casting a quick goodnight before gripping his hand in yours. 

“That was….”

“It was.” You agree, nodding blankly as he watches the sidewalk before you both as you walk home. 

“I don’t remember seeing Mr. Hart take a bite of food.” You hum, head spinning a little. 

“I don’t either.” Bucky nods before stopping in front of your shared home. “Do you remember when we moved in?”

A part of you wanted to rush out a lie, not ready to be caught for the terrible wife you were, but you were so tired. “Not a bit.”

“Odd.” He comments, leading you in. He stays close, a panicky feel to him and you can see him studying every angle, every door and window like he was waiting for a threat. But then a pulse of chaotic energy fills the air, and an easy smile fills his face as he turns to you. 

“Come on snake, let’s rattle.” He offers out a hand, which you gladly accept as he leads you to the middle of the living room as music from your records begins to play. 

“I’m confessin’ that I love you. One of my favorites.” He sighs, keeping his forehead pressed to yours as the song plays out. 

“I must confess, Buck, I don’t seem to remember anything about our romance. The years must have gotten to me.” You mumble, eyes watering a bit as you wait for his reaction only for him to laugh out. 

“Doll, I can’t remember a damn thing myself. We must be too stressed.” 

“Then we need to make a deal to stop being so stressed. I waited too long for you not to remember.” You smile, gazing up at him as he gazes back down at you. 

“I don’t remember, but I know that I have waited far too long for you as well.”

And when he leans down to kiss you it feels like home. If only you could figure out why it was wrong. 

- 

The next morning you wake up wrapped in your husband's arms, only something has shifted. The first thing you notice is his arm, the metal humming under your hand as you trace a finger up until you get to the shirt sleeve. The next thing you notice is that the room has shifted ever so slightly. A 60s look now. 

And when you gaze out the window you see that a car is parked in the driveway, even though you were sure you and Bucky had walked home. 

“What is going on here…..?”

- 

You had met Bucky Barnes three times in your life. 

The first being as a child, stuck in your fathers lab the night the winter soldier had been sent to kill you all. And he had. You remember the taste of iron, the way your throat burned from screaming so much, slipping in the blood spilling from your father as the Soldat followed you easily. 

He completed his mission of course. But how was he supposed to know that the girl would come back to life after draining all the plants in the room? How was he supposed to know she would try to bring her dad back?

The next time you met him was right on the edge of Bucky and the soldat. Brought in to heal Fury, and Steve had thought that maybe you would be able to help heal his friend once it was confirmed that the soldat was his friend. 

But you had felt so guilty, in a moment of panic you had drained the energy from him and made him pass out. It had been years since you had lost control so blindly and as you gazed down at him, sleeping at your feet, you will yourself not to get sick. 

You were a monster. Your father had made a monster. 

And you had promised to keep your distance from him at that point on, not willing to accept the look of fear that would surely meet his eyes when he saw you next. Only he never did. 

The next time you saw him he was Bucky Barnes, not the winter soldier. And he was a broken man. 

“We were hoping you could help him.” Steve mumbles, a guilty look in his eyes. You were friends now, after Ultron and the mess of that war. He hated asking this of you, but Bucky needed help. 

Bucky refused to meet your eyes, caving in on himself a bit and flinching whenever someone came near. 

“I can try….” 

If only you had known it would all go wrong.

Next Part : Something [Out SOON]

[glitchy-npc]

Seeing everyones fan kids for their Steps made me realize how monumentally bad Tegan would be with children so have a little drabble about it. I imagine Ortega slips into Spanish half way through the argument.

Tegan can't sense Ortega's approach the way he can with most people but he can certainly hear his heavy, hurried footsteps. From the sound of it, it seems like there's an argument to be had so Tegan takes the first swing.

"Look, I didn't leave I just needed a break." He strikes a match and lights the cigarette dangling from his lips. "Your family is a lot so don't get pissy about-"

"That's not why I'm- I am not pissy." Ortega's folded arms tell a different story.

"So you're just yelling at me because…" Tegan gestures vaguely, cigarette in hand, the smoke wafting patterns through the air.

"Did you give my cousin a pack of cigarettes?"

"Oh, yeah."

"She's eleven!" Ortega throws his hands up in a gesture often preformed by his mother. As if revelations could be imparted to the listener by simply tossing them into the air.

"So?" In Tegan's experience most humans have been eleven at one point.

"Tegan."

"What? I didn't tell her to smoke 'em." Tegan shrugs, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"Then why-"

"I told her to sell 'em."

"Wh- you get that that's not better right? Why did you do that?" Ortega folds his arms again.

"I wanted her to leave me alone." Tegan holds up a finger for each new point he makes. "I'm light on cash right now and you told me to keep my brain to myself around your family. I'm doing what you asked."

"You didn't have to bribe an eleven year old! You could have just walked away."

"Huh, good advice." Tegan tosses his half spent cigarette and turns on his heel, striding away from the man scolding him.

"Oh you are not getting off he hook that easily." Ortega's long legs catch up to his escapee easily.

"Look what do you want from me?" He should know Tegan well enough by now that there's not an apology incoming.

"Just don't do it again. Please." Ortega rubs his forehead. "My aunt already jumped down my throat thinking that I did it."

"So cousin Ricky's the bad influence?" Tegan snorts, fishing around in his pocket for another cigarette.

"I do have a reputation." Ortega shrugs. "Hey can I have one of those?"

"You're such hypocrite." Tegan hands him the freshly lit cigarette before shaking another one out of the pack.

"Maybe. You love me though." Ortega smiles.

"Don't push it." Tegan fights the smile tugging at his own lips.

They enjoy the rest of their smoke break in quiet.

[sunflowerwinds]

bite it | v.a

summary: you and vi have decided that maybe each others company wasn’t the worst thing in the world. but you lay down some ground rules that you can’t help but break when you get pent up.

prev. part -> try it

pairing: fem!cheerleader!reader x soccer player!vi

contains: modern!au, mature content (MEN & MINORS DNI 18+) — fingering (r! & vi!recieving), oral (vi! & r! recieving), tit-sucking (r!recieving), possesive!vi (if you squint & reader if you squint harder), shower sex, kind of exhibitionism (they’re in the showers in a locker room so it’s open).

word count: 3.9K

a/n: SUPRISE!!!! let’s all pretend that i was supposed to post this over two weeks ago. okay? okay. THANK YOU TO MY VAL, MY GOLDEN GIRL @valeisaslut for editing this for me. ily 4ever <3 ENJOY HORNY FREAKS!!!

You and Vi came to an agreement.

If you were going to be fucking while you were partners for this project, there has to be ground rules. Mostly so that Caitlyn wouldn’t find out about it.

One: Only fuck during your ‘work’ time a.k.a your breaks to avoid being seen around campus together.

Two: Do not tell anyone about this as word spreads insanely fast. You two didn’t need your teammates finding out.

Two easy and simple rules that shouldn’t be hard to not break. Well, at least, that’s what you thought.

For the past two days, you had been feeling an abnormal amount of horniness; an aching feeling that can only be described as animalistic. You zoned out during practice and almost got kicked in the nose.

When Caitlyn asked you what’s wrong with you recently, you gave her a short response.

“I’m just stressed about classes,” you responded as you chug your bottle of water as during your break.

Being the absolute angel she was, she offered a quick solution. “Oh, we could study together down in the library on our free days. I’ve got Monday afternoons open.”

The guilt hit at that moment: reminding you of what she didn’t know and how terrible of a friend you’re being to her.

You couldn’t go five seconds without thinking of Vi’s tongue tracing over your clit or her abs pressed up against your back when she finger-fucks you from behind or the way her hands would tighten on your skin with such a natural dominance.

Then the daunting realization washes over you when you check your period calendar.

It’s ovulation week. And you aren’t going to see Vi for another three fucking days.

You tried to get off on your own but your hands and vibrator aren't good enough. Nothing feels as good as her as much as you hate to admit it.

You suck in a deep breath as you attempt to focus on one of your other courses but your mind desperately lingers to the last photo you remember Vi sending you just yesterday.

Being the absolute pain in your ass that she is, she sent you a photo of her ‘injury’ on her stomach on the toned skin that had been scraped from tripping over the ball when it had been passed to her without her realizing. Her hand had held up her jersey to reveal the miniscule spot of redness, the band of her black sports bra peeking from the top of the photo and the waistband of her briefs from the bottom.

Fucking tease, you had thought as you had texted her back immediately to put her shirt down as you couldn’t bare for her to know how you touched yourself to the sight of it ten minutes later.

You shake your head with harsh blinks as you click your pen on your notebook page rapidly to attempt to shush your arousing thoughts, taking in long stabilizing breaths.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You’ve been sleeping with this girl for two weeks now and she’s making you feel like you’re slowly losing your sanity.

Should you–

No. No, you agreed. Only your Wednesdays with her.

But maybe she won’t mind one time. Just once, you try to convince yourself that you aren’t acting feral.

You grab your phone from next to your laptop on your desk, opening your messages with Vi to type something and send it before you can take it back.

You | come over, please?

You watch as the bubbles pop up for a moment, anxiously tapping your fingers on the desk. Your phone buzzes in your hand to show her response.

Violet | wow a please? did someone steal your phone?

You | you’re an ass

Violet | that’s not what you were saying last week when you sat on my face

Your face heats up at the memory of her sloppy noises underneath you as your hands gripped tightly to your headboard and her strong forearms holding you down by your trembling thighs on her face.

Fuck, that isn’t helping.

You | well, is that a no?

Violet | as much as i’d love to, i got practice rn.

Violet | but it ends in 30. i’ll hit the showers then head on over, gorgeous.

Part of you wants to just leave it there; ignore her and stand on your ground to yourself on having the patience you claimed to have. But, the more feverish part of you wants to run down to the field and take her right there in front of everyone.

Wait. Why couldn’t you just go down there?

You type on your phone's keyboard screen, setting it aside out of nerves.

You | i’ll come to you. wait in the showers for me

You resume your studying as if you hadn’t just sent that message, your leg bouncing out of anticipation. Hearing the soft buzz of her response coming through five minutes later, you snatch your phone and hold the screen up to your face.

Violet liked your message

Violet | will do, baby ;)

Desperation gains a whole new definition as you wait around the corner, watching as the last of Vi’s soccer team leaves the locker room, but not seeing her come out. So she can listen every once in a while and not be a stubborn pain.

You place a hand on the cold door, pushing it open with a grunt at the weight of it. The moment it was open, you could faintly hear the sound of a shower running towards the back.

Without further thought, you make your way past the tall blue lockers to enter the showers.

“Vi?” You call out, the echo of your voice filling the area.

The sudden squeak of a handle makes you wince before you hear the sound of a shower curtain being tossed open.

“Down here!” She calls back before resuming the water.

You suck in a deep breath to mentally prepare yourself to see Vi, following the sound of her voice, finding yourself standing in front of the only shut curtain amongst the others that were empty. You curse mentally at the sight of her silhouette, shaking your head.

“Are you just gonna stand there or come on in, gorgeous? I don’t bite.” Vi teases through the curtain, a soft chuckle leaving her. “Much.”

You roll your eyes before stripping yourself of the minimal clothing you had on, ignoring how your underwear had stuck to your sopping cunt. You simply set them down on the bench before gripping onto the flimsy plastic of the shower curtain, tugging it back with a harsh screech.

And god, you couldn’t suppress the moan that left your throat the second your eyes landed on Vi.

The steamy water from the shower head trickles down her delectably toned body, highlighting every ridge of her ribs and abs. Her back tattoo glistens in a way that nearly had you dropping to your knees to lick every line of ink. You truly couldn’t tell how much time passed of you gawking at her until you heard her clear her throat.

“Did you ask to come down here just to stare at me, princess? I mean I don’t mind but…” She trails off as her cocky expression somehow grows wider.

You blink as you lock eyes with her, stepping more into the shower so that the scorching water runs down your own bare body.

“Shut up,” you groan, placing your hands on her chest and pushing her up against the cold yellow tile.

Vi’s eyes, for a moment, widen at your eagerness before she smirks down at you. You don’t give her not even one second to say a smart-ass comment as you press your lips to hers with assertion, cupping either side of her neck to keep her steady. You moan into her mouth as her hands find their way to your ass, gripping the flesh with just as much desperation. Your tongue swipes over her bottom lip, humming as she sucks on your tongue with a soft moan.

You press your hips flush against her lower half, almost grinding into her for any sort of relief. Your clit pulses with need as Vi’s left pointer and middle finger tease at your slit from behind as her right hand holds one cheek open for easier access.

“You want my fingers, baby?” Vi mutters as she nibbles at your bottom lip then trailing down to the nape of your neck.

You whine as you nod against her, wrapping your arms around her neck to keep her somehow even closer to you.

“But,” you gasp as she captures one of your nipples into her mouth, distracting your train of thought. “I-I want to taste you first.”

Vi halts her movements for a moment, taken aback by your words. She pants softly against your skin as her hands grip your waist for a moment. You knew you weren’t as experienced with women but, somehow, the mere thought of getting a taste of her sparked that impulse in you.

“...If you’ll let me.” You add for reassurance, a hand cradling the back of her head as she’s still latched to your boob.

The red haired girl slowly releases your hard nipple from her lips, not before making sure to lick over it once more and standing upright. A ghost of a smile lingers on her lips, the water falling past her face in a cinematic light.

“Get on your knees, gorgeous.” She mutters as her hands follow up your body, as if trying to memorize every inch of you, before stopping to settle on your shoulders.

Her grips tightens slightly, doing as you're told, knees digging into the round drain over and jagged title. Your eyes are immediately hit by the streams of water as you attempt to look up at Vi, cursing at the feeling.

“Shit, sorry,” Vi reaches a hand up to maneuver the mounted neck so that it wouldn’t bother you too much.

You can’t help but feel your heart tighten at the simple yet gentle gesture, but still try to push it as quickly as the feeling comes. You wave her off with a chuckle, brushing your hair out of your face as you realize that your face is right in front of Vi’s crotch. Her bush has you salivating as you lean forward.

You press a kiss just below her belly button, her stomach visibly tightening at the feeling of your lips against her skin. Your hands settle on the thick meat of her muscular thighs as you trail the kisses down her v-line to her aching clit. It’s a hot red, calling for you to cool it down.

Finally, your arm hooks underneath her thigh to lift her leg. She gets the hint and rests her thigh over your shoulder, cursing when you lick that first long stripe over her puffy cunt. She gasps softly, her hips bucking into your face, chasing your tongue with a desperate libido.

“O-oh,” a broken soft moan leaves her lips.

Soaking in the encouragement, you continue your eager motions at her slit. You, shamelessly, moan into her cunt from the sole taste of her.

You can't help but think of what you had been missing out on. Was this why Vi would ravish you and ‘could never get enough of you’?

The addicting musky scent that lingers on your tongue along with the sound of her attempting to shield her noises sparks a flame in you even stronger. Your eyes lock on hers as you suck her clit, humming when she jerks her hips against your face. Your ego shoots through the roof as she lifts one of her toned arms to cover her eyes, her mouth falling open to prettily pant into the steamy shower space.

Her abs tighten as her grinding hips follow your tongue eagerly.

What you would give to have this image imprinted in your mind forever.

Sure, Vi would moan and groan softly into your mouth when she fucked you until you couldn’t hear your own thoughts. But these sounds? The quiet begging and endearing whimpers? Oh, they are driving you insane.

You’re relentless with your tongue along her slit as her breathing picks up, signaling you that she’s getting close. Your arm keeps her thigh up on your shoulder as the thick muscle tightens and threatens to fall back to the ground.

“Fuck, fuck, oh, just like that, baby,” she praises through stuttered whines.

You moan against her clit as you raise your free hand to her cunt, teasing the tip of your pointer and middle through the folds. Vi nods rapidly the second she feels your fingers, pushing her hips against your face.

You gently and gradually slide your fingers into her, making sure to not be too rough with her. She grinds down to follow the new feeling, eager to chase her orgasm that you’re pulling out of her. You curl your fingers as you continue to lick and suck on the sensitive bud.

Vi’s moans are growing higher in pitch, her jaw going slack. Keeping your pace with your tongue and eager fingers, you watch as her flushed face contorts, gripping onto your head to shove your face into her cunt harshly.

You weren’t complaining, that's for damn sure.

You feel her thigh shaking on your shoulder as she finally cums, coating your fingers, the warmth dribbling down your hand. You pull away from her clit but slow down your movements, eager to taste her arousal. Her knees buckle as she chases the orgasm, harsh pants leaving her lips as she attempts to recover.

“Well, fuck, princess,” she says with a shaky chuckle.

You peer up at her from your kneeled position, placing a few soft kisses on her clit teasingly. You hold back a cheeky smirk as she bucks her hips before standing on wobbly knees. Vi takes notice of this as her hands land on your waist to keep you upright, tugging you against her as she captures your lips into a hungry kiss.

Teeth clanking and loud panting fill your ears as you pull away slightly to raise the hand that was inside of her, holding up your two fingers to her red bitten lips. She stares at you with blown out pupils, greedily letting you wipe her own cum in her mouth.

“You taste good, huh?” You mutter with a hum.

Vi groans as she licks her lips to show you she agrees.

“Up against the wall and spread your legs for me,” she instructs as she places harsh kisses to your neck all the way down to your tits.

Usually, you would scold her about marking you up, but that lust blinded part of you wants to shamelessly show them off. So you simply do as you're told, licking over your own lips to remind yourself what you just did. Your back hits the cold tile as the shower water is running lukewarm at this point, no longer steaming up the confined space.

Vi’s teeth bare as she bites at your collarbone, digging her canines into your hot skin. You moan softly as her hand travels down to in between your spread legs to feel your slit with her middle and ring finger.

“Fuck, eating my pussy got you all wet for me, baby?” Vi questions.

You nod as you look at her with nothing but desire.

“I—fuck—needed you,” you admit with a soft whimper.

Vi’s baby blues lock on yours as her smile grows eagerly. You press your lips to hers to attempt to conceal that giddy grin (and the fact that her eye contact alone made your heart skip in an alarming way).

She chuckles, sliding her middle finger into you, messily making out with you as you wanted. Her tongue glides over your own as she easily slides in her ring finger next.

You shiver at the stretch as your arms wrap around her shoulders to keep her close. Her tits press against your own as she continues her sloppy kisses, beginning to pump her fingers into your needy cunt. She detaches her lips from your own to watch your furrowed brows and heavy eyes threatening to shut from the titillating feeling.

“So fuckin’ greedy, baby. What happened to only Wednesday’s, huh?” She teases.

You would snip back but you only moan when she asks the taunting question.

The two of you freeze at the sound of the heavy locker room door opening and shutting with an echoing rumble. Rushed footsteps follow along with low curses of annoyance.

The silence that comes over the two of you is deafening.

“Damn, Vi, you still here?” This person, who you assume is one of her teammates, calls out to the girl who has her fingers inside of you.

Vi stares at you with an eyebrow raise, holding her free hand up to press her pointer finger on her lips. You roll your eyes at her cocky smirk but hold your breath as you listen to the footsteps echoing around the locker room.

“Yeah. I’ll be out soon.” Vi calls back as she continues to pump her fingers in and out of you.

“Well, I think I left my phone here. Did you see it?”

Still, you'd be lying if you said the thought of almost getting caught doesn’t thrill you, just a little.

Your body is the one to give that away for you, clenching around her lengthy fingers, and meeting her eyes. Vi mouths a shush that only makes you want to release the moans itching at your throat even more.

The sound of lockers opening and closing and shuffling of clothes are reminders that you can’t make a sound.

“Did you check the field or the bleachers?” Vi calls out to her teammate as she continues her feverish pumps.

“Shit, you’re probably right.” The teammate mutters to herself as she slams her locker shut.

Vi curls her fingers to meet your g-spot, a sudden moan slipping from your lips at the overwhelming pressure, but she quickly uses her free hand to cover your mouth, your hips stuttering to chase her fingers.

You whine at the way her natural dominance took over in that moment.

“Stay quiet for me, gorgeous. She’s almost gone,” Vi whispers in your ear with a gentle kiss to your cheek.

You huff as you feel your stomach tighten, your orgasm begging to release.

“Vi, did you say something?”

The red haired girl grins at you before calling back: “No. Good luck with finding your phone.”

A beat of excruciatingly long silence passes.

“Alright. Uh, yeah, thanks. Don’t take too long or else Coach will have you running 100 laps again.”

Your brows furrow at Vi at her teammates' insinuation.

Again?

Has she fucked a girl in the showers before?

“Yeah, okay.” Vi snorts as she presses her lips to yours.

The two of you listen for the receding footsteps before the sound of the large door slams once again. You grab onto Vi’s wrist to push her hand away from your shielded mouth as you bury your face into her neck, freely letting your timid moans out now.

“You’re a d-dick,” you stutter out into her damp skin, nibbling a possessive hickey on her skin.

Vi throws her head back to allow better access for your markings, a grunt leaving her lips.

“Oh, you love it, baby,” she mutters smugly.

And the upsetting thing is you really fucking do.

Her arrogant words draw you closer to cumming all over her fingers. Your clit throbs as you remove one of your hands to reach in between your bodies, rubbing your own aching bud.

“Vi, please. ‘M so close.” You whimper.

Vi takes notice of how you’re touching yourself, shaking her head with disappointment.

“Take your hand off.”

Your brow quips at her tone. She sighs as she leans in more to kiss you deeply, making you hum as she pulls away to ghost her lips over your own.

“Please?” She adds with a cheeky grin.

You hesitantly remove your hand, watching as she drops down on her knees with her fingers still pumping inside of you. You watch her latch her lips around your clit and moan lowly at the relieving feeling of her tongue. Your hands weave into her hair instantly, rolling your hips against her face shamelessly, your orgasm clawing at the base of your spine.

Vi’s eyes are hooded with concentration, and she doesn’t dare let up her persistent thrusts. You fold over, attempting to clench your legs to ease the pressure. The familiar overwhelming feeling rips through your chest and stomach.

“I– oh my god,” you whimper throughout your orgasm.

Your inner thighs shake with sensitivity as you can feel yourself leaking down her toned forearm. You let out soft pants as you come down from the orgasm, pushing Vi’s face back as carefully as you could manage. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears as you lean your head back against the tile, shutting your eyes to calm yourself down.

A few seconds pass of Vi placing kisses up your body before you feel the stream of the lukewarm water hitting your boneless naked body.

“So, now, should I be expecting you to ambush me while I’m in the shower from here on out or what’s our schedule looking like?” She tilts her head at you, brushing your hair out of your face.

“I didn’t ambush you. I let you know I was coming,” you shake your head with an amused grin.

Vi’s smile grows at your accidental innuendo, placing a hand over her own lips to attempt to hide it. Before she can say anything, you roll your eyes as you push her chest slightly.

“Ha, ha. Yes, I definitely let you know I was coming. You are so–”

Vi holds her hands up in defense with a shake of her head. “Hey, you said it. I didn’t.”

You two shared heavy kisses until the water runs cold. Showering together felt eerily domestic; not fitting the dynamic you’ve established.

As much as you insisted on just leaving in the clothes you came in, Vi had the brilliant idea to swap clothes. You left the locker room in her baggy joggers and her black wife pleaser, while she sported your ribbed lace grey cami and Hello Kitty pajama shorts that had her ass nearly hanging out of them.

You giggle at the sight as she reaches behind her to tug the back down, walking down the hall to the exit door.

“Well, this is the sexiest you’ve ever looked, Vi,” you motion to her (your) clothing.

Vi scoffs before ranking her eyes up and down your body. “It’s definitely worth it seeing you in my clothes. You look…”

You finish for her as you fold your arms in front of your chest with a knowing smile. “Douchey?”

“Beautiful.” She says simply, her eyes shining as she tilts her head at you.

The soft comment throws you off guard.

It means nothing, you repeat mentally before you take one step forward to capture her lips into a gentle kiss; too gentle for what you two are. Her hands find your waist, thumbing at your hips.

You pull away, hooking your finger onto the strap of the cami to snap it against her skin. “Have fun walking home in that.”

“Same goes to you, princess.” She kisses you once more, lingering as if she wants to stay here with you. “I’ll see you Wednesday?”

“Sadly.” You sigh dramatically.

Vi’s eyes flicker to your lips again once she detaches herself from you completely, pressing her back against the heavy exit door. You watch her leave into the bright midday sun, making her way to her own dorm room.

But you couldn’t help but wonder as you walked home:

Why the fuck did you miss her so much?

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