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Stay With Me(Sugar Daddy!Enji Todoroki x Fem!Sugar Baby!Reader)

warnings: smut, angst, swearing, heart break, sugar daddy and sugar baby relationship, post time skip in MHA, Enji has a prosthetic arm, Enji and Rei are divorced, Touya lives!, power dynamics, unprotected sex, kissing, slight dark themes, abandonment,

word count: 3.2k

pairings: Sugar Daddy!Enji Todoroki x Fem!Sugar Baby!Reader

summary: Enji gets the idea to hire a sugar baby, and while he thinks it's a good idea, he didn't think he'd develop feelings for her. instead of trying to work through these new feelings, he pushes her away.

a/n: for my little fic trade with @cherryblossombankai!! I hope you'll enjoy this mess!

dividers: @adornedwithlight

taglist: @thissaintjessi.  @cherryblossombankai , @thestarsystemsworld @pixelcafe-network

It had been his oldest son’s idea. They were all a little worried about him; his children thought about how this would affect his psyche. Rei had been right to leave. It wasn’t about the war, the fighting or even anything else. It was about her own feelings and her own want to pursue something different in life.

This left Enji with a lot of alone time. He enjoyed it at first. He finally felt like he could work on atoning for the hurt and the sins. He could self-reflect and think about how he was going to become a better father, a better hero, a better friend. Of course, he wasn’t doing the pro hero work anymore, but he was wondering how he could use his old image as a way to help out with charities.

And of course, since Touya had recovered from their last encounter, he’s been helping Touya become a member of society. It had been tough at first, considering how much damage he had done to his first born. But slowly, they were able to make amends and even attend therapy together. Touya felt like he could actually be a part of this world and Enji felt like he would be able to help his son through these tough times.

So when Touya came up to him one afternoon with his bright idea, Enji was very curious. Though, he had to admit that he wasn’t expecting it to be this.

“You should find someone to keep you company,” Touya says between bites of his dinner.

“That’s why you live with me, son.” Enji concludes.

Touya laughs, “Nah dad…you need to get laid. Come on, I know you do. It’s the only thing missing in your miserable life.”

This last comment causes Enji to spit out his drink. Did he hear that correctly? It had certainly been some time since he last had sex, but it wasn’t the first thing on his mind. Enji sighs softly before wiping his mouth off with a napkin.

“I don’t think that’s any of your concern.” He finally says to Touya.

Touya shrugs. “Look, all I’m sayin’ is that you could find yourself a little honey. I know of this app that connects you with—”

“I’m not going to fucking download some stupid dating app!”

And with that, dinner was over. Touya had pushed his buttons a bit too much and Enji went to bed miserable that night. He was lonely. He was tired of his bed feeling so damn cold. It was sad and pathetic. Here he was, nearing his mid-fifties and he had nobody to share this life with other than his oldest son who would one day leave the nest.

So the next day, he asked Touya for the app. Touya didn’t say anything more than give him tips on how to set up the profile.

Enji met with a number of young women. It was for a sugar baby, which he didn’t realize at first. But it suited him just fine. All he had to do was give the girl a little spending money and she’d go out on dates with him and fuck him. Truly it was the perfect solution to his loneliness. 

A lot of the young women were thrilled to be matched with former pro hero Endeavor. Some of them were disgusted. Then there were some who were just in it for the money. Still, he craved a little connection. Something to let him know he still meant something to someone.

When he met you, he found you so alluring. You were young, sweet and definitely beautiful. You made him laugh, which was a first during all these stupid dates. And he made you laugh, which made his stomach flip every time he heard it. Despite this, things were a bit more rocky than you had anticipated the first few times you two got together.

There were some ground rules you had to follow. After your initial date to get to know one another, Enji laid down the law with you.

“I don’t want you seeing anyone else. Mostly due to a safety thing…” he didn’t want to admit that he’d get jealous if you were to see someone else while seeing him. “If I call you or text you, I expect you to come to me as soon as possible.”

You nodded your head, surprised to hear him be this firm and disciplinary with you after such a fun first date together.

“This is the allotted allowance for now.” He slides over a folded piece of paper. “There are certain things I expect of you, but we don’t have to do the relationship thing.”

This surprised you in some ways. But who were you to judge him? You had initially joined to help pay your college debt. Still, you wanted some sort of companionship. Enji lists off the expectations to you: to keep him satisfied, to join him during special events and hero galas, to go on dates with him from time to time.

“Any money I send to you, I want you to use portions of it to buy yourself cute outfits.” He finally concludes the meeting. He hands you a wad of cash without looking back at you. 

You’re beginning to wonder what you got yourself into.

It starts off fairly easy. He asks you to come over a few times, but it only leads to kissing. He doesn’t even really look you in the eyes. It just seems too intimate for him, and he can’t handle the way you look at him. No, he fucking hates the way you look at him like he’s actually worth something. He fucking hates that you treat him like an actual human and not this disgraced man.

You get to know Touya fairly well, which doesn’t surprise you. He’s around your age, which does make things a little weird. But neither him nor Enji make it awkward for you. Touya knows you’re there to help his father transition into a different part of his life.

The first time Enji invites you out on a real date, you feel nervous about it. It’s the first time since your first meeting that you two will be going out. You’re not surprised to find a delivery person at your door an hour later with a huge bouquet of roses and a beautiful dress just for you. The card is signed by Enji.

He charms you in so many ways. He makes you question every single thing. He’s such an enigma, and you know he’s worth cracking the code. Deep down inside, you knew you were starting to fall for the traumatized man.

After the date, he invites you back to his place. And he’s rough with you. He kisses you like he’s never kissed someone in his life. It’s teeth clashing and tongues wrestling for dominance. He bends you over the side of the couch, lifting up the skirt of the dress he bought for you.

“You’ve been a good girl so far,” he growls in your ear as he pumps one of his fingers into you. You gasp at the sudden stretch. “Why don’t you let me show you how a real man makes love?”

The words that you were about to say get stuck in your throat as Enji curls his fingers deep inside of you. Your knees buckle and you’re very happy that he has you bent over the couch because you weren’t going to be able to stand up on your own two feet. You gasp once again when the big man kneels down behind you and begins lapping at your went cunt like it’s his last meal.

You’ve never had anyone push you to the edge quite like Enji does. And when you’re barely recovered from that earth shattering orgasm, he’s pushing into you from behind. It’s a rough pace to begin with, but it slowly gets more passionate. He pulls you to be flush against his chest, pressing kisses to your neck and shoulders.

“So beautiful…” he grunts in your ear. “So fucking perfect.”

He makes you cum a few more times before finishing on your ass and back. He doesn’t look you in the eyes when he throws the washcloth in your hands. Then he hands you his credit card, leaving you to get dressed and out of the house all by yourself.

The weeks that follow are even lonelier than before you met Enji. He only sends you money. He doesn’t ask for you to come see him anymore. It’s almost like he’s ashamed of himself and ashamed of what transpired between you two. It breaks your heart to think of him all alone in his bed,

You try to continue on with your life, but you have become quite attached to the older man. You remember the way you made each other laugh during that first meeting. You had butterflies in your tummy every time you thought about that. You know that deep down, Enji Todoroki is quite the charming man who is very much worthy of love.

Still, the days go by and you barely hear from him. You wonder if maybe the arrangement has been called off. You try to reach him, but you get no answer. The money comes in dribs and drabs, but nothing concrete. You finally gain the courage to message Touya.

The news that comes from Touya isn’t surprising, but it does break your heart. Apparently since that night, Enji has been locking himself in his room most days and not coming out. He’s been hiding from the world. The oldest Todoroki son doesn’t know what to make of it, but he has a sneaking suspicion it has to do with you.

“Look, can you just come over and talk to him? He’s just not doing well.”

How could you deny this? You get ready to head out to their place. You don’t know what to expect when you get there, but you’re hoping you can help out. Touya opens the door and he leads you to his father’s bedroom.

Quietly you knock. Your heart is in your throat. The door swings open and there stands the man you’ve developed feelings for. He looks worse for wear. His eyes narrow when he sees you. You’ve never seen him this disheveled before. He’s not even wearing his prosthetic arm.

“What the hell are you doing here? Didn’t you get the message?!” He snaps angrily. “I don’t want you around anymore!”

“B-but you never said that to me! You just stopped talking to me. Dropped me like I was yesterday’s news.”

He scoffs, “Quit the dramatics! You knew what this was. You know what you are to me.”

This breaks your heart. He might as well have hit you. It’s what it feels like. Despite knowing what this started as, you had hopes that maybe it would turn into something more. Maybe you and Enji would fall in love, but it’s not the way it’s going at all. It’s turning into a complete nightmare.

You sniffle and try to hide your tears. “If that’s how you feel, then I’ll stop bothering you.”

You leave the house, your heart heavy. It’s not the outcome you wanted, but it’s the outcome that happened. Maybe sometime down the line, you and Enji could fall in love and be happy. Or maybe you’d stay apart and move on with your lives.

Slowly, despite your broken heart, you move on. You find other things in your life. You meet new people. You get away from the sugar baby scene and you begin to see things from a different perspective. You missed Enji, yes, but things were different now. You were a different woman.

It was months later when you caught a glimpse of him. You two just happened to be at the same grocery store. He looks better than the last time you saw him. There’s something inside of you that desperately wants to go talk to him, but you know it’ll probably only cause trouble. So you let it slide, hiding your pain by leaving the store before he even spots you.

This begins to happen a bit more. You see Enji while you’re out and about. He seems happier than the last time you saw him. You wonder if maybe he’s seeing someone new. Someone who could treat him well and love him in the way he deserved. As much as you wish for that person to be you, you think you’ve missed your chance. You should have been more attentive to his needs.

Eventually, you accidentally bump into him. Your heart races in your chest when your body hits into the mass of muscles. His eyes widen and he smiles softly. There’s a pink tinge on his cheeks. It’s been almost a whole year since the last time you two talked.

“H-hi…” you offer shyly.

He smiles again. “Hi, how are you?”

This causes the two of you to begin gravitating towards one another. You two stand in the aisle at the grocery store and talk to one another like you were two old friends and not a sugar baby and her former sugar daddy. It tugged at your heartstrings like nothing else could. You were wondering if you could ever get over Enji Todoroki.

“Hey, want to go for coffee sometime?” He says, reaching over to gently brush some hair from your face.

You nod your head. “Yeah! I’d love that.”

A week from that day, you stand in front of one of your favorite cafes waiting for Enji. He arrives soon after, a bouquet of roses in his hands. Your eyes widen when you look at him. He seems almost completely different from the sad man you used to know. He kisses your cheek softly, handing you the bouquet.

Coffee goes well. You’re really surprised by how soft and sweet this man is. When you were his sugar baby, things didn’t go quite the way you wanted. It was always a little more awkward than you had anticipated. But now it felt like you two were getting along in a totally different way.

When he drops you off later on, you two make plans to see each other again. But when the day comes, he completely stands you up. You feel broken hearted. How could he do this to you again? How could he reach into your chest and rip your heart out again when you thought this could be different for you two?

You weren’t going to let him off easy. You make your way to his house by taxi. You’re fuming as you think of all the things you’re going to tell him. As you try to keep a levelhead, you know you’re going to explode.

Touya is the one who lets you in. He’s surprised to see you. He has a million and one questions, but he knows he can wait to ask you. This isn’t what’s important now. Based on the look on your face and how you stormed past him to get to Enji’s room, there is something else going on.

And you begin to slam your fist on Enji’s bedroom door. When he opens it, he’s shocked to see you. He figured you would have just forgotten about this old man. It’s what he deserves. He shouldn’t be allowed to even try to have something of a normal relationship with you.

“How dare you!? How fucking dare you, Enji Torodoki?! You keep fucking ripping my heart out of my chest.” There are tears streaming down your cheeks now.

“You shouldn’t be here!” He yells. “You’re supposed to just fucking forget about me!”

Both of you are angry. The tension is so high right now. You’re practically shaking as the words he said really hit you. You were supposed to just forget about him? How could you forget about the man who actually made you feel something instead of the steady numbness that life provides?

You push yourself against him, your chest mashing itself into his now-doughy body. He wasn’t nearly as muscular as he used to be. He looks at himself as this complete failure. He’s not meant to be loved.

“Enji Todoroki, I fucking love you. Do you understand me?! I love you!”

It’s all he needs to hear before he’s picking you up and pulling you into a heated kiss. He’s hungry as he kisses you, but it’s a little slower this time. It’s like he wants to memorize the taste and feel of you. Hurriedly, he pulls you into his bedroom and closes the door.

You’re pushed onto the bed, and you grab him by the collar of his shirt. He laughs softly when he lands on top of you, slightly crushing you. But it feels oh-so good. You never want this moment to end. You run your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly as he leans back in to kiss you. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.

“I love you too,” he pants between heated kisses. “I was so stupid to hurt you over and over again. I just couldn’t bring myself to drag you down to my level. You deserve the world.”

You shake your head. “You’re the one I want. Can’t you see that?”

He cups your face in his hands, using his thumbs to brush away your tears. Enji continues to kiss you over and over, pulling your clothes off with a needy haste. You do the same, making sure to spend extra time caressing his body. He feels old and worn out and washed up, but the way you touch him reminds him that maybe he can be loved.

Enji spends a long time kissing you all over. His tongue soothes over every little inch of your body. You can’t believe this is happening. It feels like heaven just to have him touching you in this way. When he finally has you ready to take him, you’re more than ready.

He slides into you slowly, watching your face contort into pure pleasure. Enji wants to commit this look into his mind for all eternity. Because that to him proves that he can do something right. He ruts into you deeply, but slowly. Every thrust is full of longing and love and need that neither of you could even put into words.

Your wrap your legs around him, pulling him into you even deeper. He smiles before burying his face in the crook of your neck. Enji places little love bites all over your tender flesh as he brings you to orgasm. The sounds you make just for him are what push him even further to his own peak.

“C-can I…inside?” He asks, his tone almost bashful.

You nod eagerly. “Please daddy.”

You watch as his eyes roll back and he growls. His body tenses as he begins to shoot his seed deep inside of you, and then he slowly stills. He holds onto you like you’re about to disappear.

“I love you, I always have. I was a dumb old man and made you feel like you weren’t good enough.” He finally confesses. “But I won’t ever do it anymore. No more…”

You kiss him back, smiling. “I love you too, Enji. I trust you.”

He contents himself with holding you close, running his fingers through your hair. Tomorrow, he’ll make it all up to you. He promises from this day forward, he’s going to show you that he can be a better man.

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love bites - y. jungwon x reader

vampirism comes with unusual cravings and unique solutions

PAIRING: vampire! y. jungwon x vampire! reader GENRE: vampire au , established relationship, fluff | WORDCOUNT: 2.2 k WARNINGS: slightly suggestive , mentions of blood n bites

You do your best to ignore it, the aching sensation radiating from your teeth. But the pain is insistent, throbbing twinges extending from your gums down into your jaw. 

The feeling is almost enough to make you cave, to call your boyfriend and whine for any sort of relief. Almost. Instead you sigh, eyes flickering out the large windows looking at the expanse of the city, the light of the stars competing with the fluorescent buildings and signs. 

It had been weeks since you'd last left your apartment, you weren't ready, not fully turned or prepared to navigate the world in your new form. Jungwon’s words, not your own, and as much as you missed walking the bustling streets with him, you knew he was right. 

There's a faint hunger in the back of your mind, one that had become all too familiar these past weeks. Your brain supplies memories of warm tteokbokki, noodles and dumplings despite knowing that none of the former options could satiate your appetite. As your skin lost its warmth, your heart slowing in its cavity, you had lost your palate for real food, instead craving something that you currently had no way to get on your own. 

Wincing as another stab of pain steals your attention. you run your tongue gingerly running across the edge of your teeth, feeling out the sharp edge of the unfamiliar fangs that had begun to protrude. 

“I thought I told you to tell me if it hurts,” a low voice cuts through the silence, your heart jumping at the disruption. Even after years of dating, you could never get used to your boyfriend appearing abruptly from the shadows. You snap your mouth shut, glancing over to meet narrowed feline eyes with poorly feigned nonchalance. 

“It doesn't hurt, I’m fine,” you say breezily, drawing a scoff from Jungwon. He stalks forward, reaching out to cradle your face, his thumb brushing across your cheek. The icy temperature of his skin is a welcome sensation, and you lean into his palm letting it soothe the flaring ache in your jaw. 

“And you expect me to believe you when you're acting like this?” Jungwon mutters unamusedly. You crack your eyes open from where they had fluttered close, sweeping over his furrowed brows. Despite his best attempts at maintaining his stern expression, he was given away easily by the way his eyes softened upon making contact with yours. 

Jungwon knew your stubborn mannerisms well, that you would rather suffer than admit to him that you needed his help. Which is how he knew that once you had set your mind to joining him as a vampire you wouldn't relent until your wish was granted. Yet that hadn’t stopped him from trying for several weeks to convince you that it wasn't a necessary change. Promises that he would still love you regardless of how you aged and no he didn’t mind that one day you might be mistaken for his sugar mommy rather than his centuries younger girlfriend. His last comment had earned him an indignant scoff rather than an enamored smile like he had been expecting, and he had spent the rest of the day sucking up to you for your forgiveness. 

It had taken many arguments, tears, warnings, pleading kisses and long conversations on what exactly eternity together detailed before Jungwon had surrendered. His coven had been ecstatic at the news, congratulating him with hearty claps on the shoulder and teasing ‘about time’s. 

In all honesty, the pair of you both knew that when it came down to it, Jungwon would much rather have you by his side forever than let you wither away. You were his, and he was yours, and when he thought about an eternal lifetime with you his happiness was poorly concealed. Jungwon only wished that it wasn't at the cost of your own humanity. You would no longer be able to enjoy your favorite foods, your cheeks wouldn’t redden to the same degree when he teased you, you’d have to see your loved ones leave this earth, one by one. 

The guilt ate at him more than the pain ate at you, and that was your main motivation to hide the truth. So you did your best to swallow back the complaints and whines that threatened to spill from your lips, unwilling to see guilt swimming in his red tinted eyes. It’s a futile attempt, given that Jungwon could pick up on the waves of pain through your newly formed blood bond, his attentive eyes catching each wince.

Sighing in exasperation, Jungwon grasps your chin, tapping your bottom lip with his thumb, ”Open up for me baby, let me take a look at your fangs.” You consider insisting you’re fine, that his examination is entirely unnecessary, but the thought is dismissed by the firm look Jungwon gives you, and you comply baring your teeth as best as you could. 

You wait patiently as Jungwon inspects your teeth, tilting your chin up to grant him a better view. Instead you take the opportunity to admire your boyfriend's handsome features, the slope of his nose and the angle of his jawline. Your eyes trail down the expanse of his neck, decorated with traces of your lips and two faint puncture marks, long healed to where they looked more akin to moles than scars. 

From his close proximity you can smell an enticing fragrance wafting from his body. Jungwon always smelled good, of warm amber and clean linen sheets, but there was another underlying scent that caught your attention. There's blood pumping through his veins, fresh blood, Jungwon had recently hunted and fed. The thought causes your vision to cloud, hunger prickling at the edges of your mind.

“Baby,” Jungwon calls out softly, and your eyes drag away from his neck, struggling to find his own in your dazed state. “You're literally drooling,” he chuckles, tucking your hair behind your ear and tugging on the lobe affectionately. 

He had noticed your wandering attention, the way your stare locked onto his neck, a red tint slowly creeping into your eyes and your fangs fully extending against the pads of his prodding fingers. It was a good sign, your instincts were getting stronger and your senses sharper. Soon, you'd be a full fledged vampire. 

A slight flush spreads across your cheeks, the best it can with the limited blood flowing through your system. “Sorry,” you apologize meekly, embarrassed at the prospect of being caught openly salivating over him. 

Jungwon only coos at you teasingly, leaning down to peck your pink cheeks, and then grazing his lips against the slightly raw puncture wounds on your neck. Unlike other injuries which would quickly be remedied by their healing abilities, the initial bite, meant to turn you into a vampire, required much more patience, only closing when the transformation was complete.

The skin on your neck was still broken and bruised but as much as it pained Jungwon to know he had caused you hurt, it also gave him a twisted sense of satisfaction to see the mark he had left on you. He always loved littering your skin with love bites but seeing them fade was his least favorite part. His bite mark would forever remain, a testament to the vows you had made to each other the day he had turned you. 

“Nothing to apologize for my love, I drank extra today because I knew you'd be hungry. C’mere.” He tugs you towards the couch, sitting down on the plush seat then pulling you unceremoniously onto his lap. 

The minuscule distance makes your fangs push uncomfortably against your lips, unable to deny the alluring scent wafting from your boyfriend. You wait for Jungwon to bite into his wrist and present it to you, the way he had fed you each time these past few weeks. 

Instead Jungwon just smirks at you, a mischievous glint in his eye as he leans back against the cushions. “Well? I thought you were hungry baby, come kiss me and bite me.” You splutter, panicking at the mere mention of having to bite him, but Jungwon merely laughs in response, rubbing soothing circles into the small of your back. 

“Don’t be nervous, your fangs are more than ready to do the job and I’ll stop you if anything goes wrong. Remember darling, you bite firmly, sink your teeth in to make a clean wound instead of ripping tissue. As soon as it's secure, you release some venom to alleviate the pain, make it feel nice for everyone and only then do you start to drink. The hardest part is stopping before you do too much damage but I’ll let you know if you're getting to that point okay?” 

“Wonnie, I don't want to accidentally hurt you-,” you start to protest but Jungwon cuts you off with a firm kiss to your lips. 

“You’ll be fine. I promise. If you don’t trust yourself, trust in me, hm? You need to drink so you can feel better and who better to practice on than me? Come on love, I promise I don’t bite,” he murmurs cheekily against your lips, inciting a roll of your eyes, a derisive laugh escaping from your chest at the irony. 

Shaking your head in mock exasperation, you concede, leaning in to plant a peck against Jungwon’s smirking mouth. You trail kisses lower until you've reached the hollow of his neck, ears pricking as soft satisfied sighs escape from his parted lips. 

Angling your head, you finally sink your teeth into his skin, your hands finding his shoulders for support. Jungwon's grip on your waist tightens for a split second until you release your venom, relaxing as the pain subsides and gives way to pleasure. 

 A metallic flavor floods your mouth, relief washing over you as the pain and hunger ebb away. Instead you focus on the taste against your tongue and the way Jungwon strokes your hair tenderly, pressing mumbled praises and groans against the side of your head. 

It's when you begin to feel nearly intoxicated at the feeling of feeding that Jungwon whispers into the hollow of your ear softly, “Alright sweetheart, it's time to stop drinking. Let the last of your venom out and then retract your fangs, help the wound close up, you're doing so good for me baby.” You follow his instructions as best you can given the foggy state of your mind, finally pulling away to look into Jungwon’s eyes. 

He rests his forehead against yours, cupping your jaw fondly, “You did perfectly darling, I'm so proud of you,” Jungwon tilts his face, slotting your lips together, fingers tangling into your hair to bring you closer. You loop your arms around his broad shoulders melting into his embrace. He sighs into your mouth, humming contently at the faint taste before reluctantly pulling away. 

“You were so good baby, soon you'll be able to go out and hunt for yourself no problem,” Jungwon beams at you. Still dizzy from the rush that drinking gave you, blood rushing in your ears, you settle into his arms, burying into the crook of his neck.. 

“I’d rather just have you hunt enough for the both of us and just let me drink from you,” you bat your eyes at Jungwon sweetly and he snorts in response. 

“You must really be blood drunk if you expect me to act as your personal Uber eats for the rest of millenia,” he teases, pinching your cheek. 

You huff petulantly, “Considering I’ve been your walking bloodbag for the past few years I think you owe me at least a year or two of the same.” 

“Not my fault you smell so yummy,” Jungwon noses at the column of your neck, his fangs grazing the skin, “how could you expect me to want anything else?” 

You try to push his face away from your neck to little avail. Jungwon held you tightly in his grasp, knowing you were just being difficult to mess with him. “Well your pickiness and lack of self control is the reason all my neighbors think I get my neck mauled by a bear every night. I refuse to start hunting, you’re just gonna make me into your personal juicebox again,” you grumble, giving in and letting Jungwon continue his ministrations. Vampire my ass, if anything he was more akin to an overgrown kitten, always nuzzling and nipping at your neck. 

Jungwon leans back far enough to knock his head into yours playfully, “Yeah right, you love when I give you love bites.” You go to protest but Jungwon cocks his head challengingly, his eyes daring you to try and deny it. The words die in the base of your throat, and you swallow harshly, your face heating as you look away, muttering half hearted insults under your breath. 

“Did you say something sweetheart?” Jungwon asks teasingly, and you widen your eyes in mock horror, knowing that with his heightened senses he had very clearly heard every word. 

“Just saying how much I love you darling,” you blink up at him, with a saccharine smile. 

Jungwon laughs, his dimple on full display, pressing a sweet kiss on your lips. “I love you more baby, even if that means I have to hunt for two for the rest of my very long life.” You give a satisfied hum and cuddle happily into his hold. Forever seemed a lot less daunting in Jungwon’s arms. 

a/n: ,,,,,idk what to say about this one. I wanted to give you guys something bc MTM is taking so long and I'm about to leave for vacation,,, and this ended up being the product of my 2am thoughts.... hope u enjoy :)

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[beemovieerotica]

i think since a lot of people are recovering from both societal expectations and personal struggles with unhealthy dieting (me included) there's been a big swing in the opposite direction on here of "eat food that tastes good" "if it gives you energy then that's all that matters"

research is still ongoing into how processed food additives can cause pronounced gut microbiome shifts toward inflammatory/disease-causing states -- and a groundbreaking study showed that if even you're eating identical nutrient + fat + sugar content from "fast food" versus fresh food, fast food has measurably worse effects on common health markers in your blood work (possibly from the additives as well)

it's one of the reasons i'm constantly talking about dietary fiber on here as the easiest and cheapest way to protect your gut microbiome amidst the fact that, yeah, the most convenient option in a lot of cases is just stopping off at a drive thru after work and ordering what your body's craving

the solution will never be an all-or-nothing self-flagellating approach where you're vowing to never ever eat [X] food and if you do then you've fucked up etc etc

the solution is to genuinely keep in mind that companies who sell us cheap processed foods or mass-distributed fast foods to their restaurants are going to take short cuts in preparation and preserving their product for the sake of the bottom line. they're going to use additives and compounds for which the concentrations in their foods are not fully disclosed and which the FDA research is limited.

[desire4ella]

𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐔𝐏.𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Sugar Daddies! In-ho/Gi hun x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Your sugar daddies want to show you a little surprise…

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.4k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Breath Play!, Daddy kink, Spit play,Blowjob, They run a secret undercover business together, Reader wears a pink dress—so if u don’t like pink ignore the dress part

You were truly living the life that others craved and died for,while others had to work 9/5 jobs to get a few change; you however just had to show your puppy eyes to ether one of your sugar daddies and get thousands.What a life.

Gi hun was the most protective of you, always making sure you had enough money to sustain your lavish lifestyle, you were his princess if not a queen in his eyes; he would do anything just to see your eyes light up like fireworks and your crazed smile adorn your face because you received a diamond necklace.It truly made his day.

In-ho on the other hand was a bit more stern when giving you your allowance. He always had a few insisting questions ready to lash out when your pretty self begged him for a couple grands, “ what do you need the money for ?” was always his first question, as much as you love him, you couldn’t hide the fact that he slightly annoyed you when it came down to situations like this, because quite frankly as harsh as it sounds he was just your sugar daddy and not your actual father so he should start acting like it.

Anyways, tonight, something was definitely going to go down…you could feel it in air, especially when the normal stoic and calm In-ho responded with using “Xx” at the end of his sentence when messaging you, this was quite outlandish for his standards seeing as though his responses are always short and snappy; so this behaviour was really strange from him. Coming down 2 solutions as to why In-ho was so ‘happy’ you thought, it was ether he just made a huge deal with another incorporation and is feeling a lil babygirl today orrr someone drugged your man with laughing gas and now he’s suffering the consequences. Ether way it goes, you’re still gonna get that money regardless sooo….

Following orders from your sugar daddy’s ( which was to meet them 8pm sharp at their shared establishment), you got dolled up in your most luxurious outfit, which consisted of a sparkly pink dress,with each diamond etched into the fabric; some cute heals that gracefully adorned your feet and last but not least, a mini purse that shimmered like stars in the night sky. Hearing the sound of your designated chauffeur that your men ordered you, you got up from your vanity and headed out your bedroom.

𝟒𝟎 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑…

As I stepped into the lavish penthouse suite, my heart raced with anticipation. Tonight was going to be unforgettable, thanks to the two powerful men who had taken me under their wing - In-ho, the ruthless entrepreneur, and Gi-hun, his cunning right-hand man. It’s quite funny because you knew the other side to their jobs ( In-ho the leader of squid game and Gi-hun who surrendered and became In-ho’s right hand man) but still tried everything in their power to distract you from it.

They had promised me a night to remember, and I intended to hold them to that vow. In-ho, resplendent in a tailored black suit, greeted me with a firm kiss on the cheek. His eyes, dark and intense, seemed to devour me whole. “My dear, you look exquisite tonight”, he purred, his voice low and seductive. “Shall we begin our little game?”

As I nodded eagerly, Gi-hun emerged from the shadows, his chiseled features illuminated by the soft glow of candles. He wore a crisp white shirt unbuttoned to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of his chest. A sly smile graced his plump lips as he approached, his eyes roving over my body with undisguised hunger. “We've prepared something special for you”, Gi-hun said, leading me to a plush velvet sofa. “Something to satisfy all your deepest desires, seeing as though you’ve been really good for us.”

Gi hun knelt before me, his hands deftly removing my shoes and stockings. His fingers traced the sensitive skin of my ankles, sending shivers up my spine. As he worked his way up, his touch grew bolder, teasing the hem of my skirt.Suddenly, In-ho appeared at my side, his large hand cupping my chin. “Open wide, baby girl”, he commanded, his thumb pressing against my lower lip. I parted my mouth obediently, and he slipped in a finger, probing deep. The sensation made me gasp, and In Gi hun seized the opportunity to slide his own colossal hand beneath my skirt, his palm grazing the damp heat of my core through my panties.

In-ho withdrew his finger, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake. “Such a good little slut, aren't you?” he praised, his breath hot against my ear. “Now, let's see how well you can serve us both”.He guided me onto my knees, positioning me between Gi huns spread legs. The other man looked down at me with lust-glazed eyes, his cock straining against the zipper of his pants. “Show Daddy what a good girl you are”.

Gi hun instructed, his voice husky with desire. I reached for the button of his trousers, popping it open with trembling fingers. As I pulled down the zipper, his thick erection sprang free, slapping against his stomach. Creamy pre-cum glistened and oozed down from the tip, slowly trickling down his shaft like a stream, I couldn't resist leaning in to lap it up with my tongue. “Mmm, so sweet”, I moaned around his shaft, swirling my tongue around the head. Gi hun letted out a guttural groan as his cock hitted the back of my throat. His hands tangled in my hair as he guided me further down. I took him deeper, relishing the musky flavor and the way his cock throbbed in my mouth.

Just as I found a rhythm, In-ho loomed over us, his brown eyes blazing with possessiveness. “Enough playing nice”, he growled, roughly yanking me off Gi hun’s dick.Before I could even let out a whine of protest, In-ho spun me around and shoved me face-first onto the plush sofa cushions. My already short dress rode up, exposing my ass to his hungry gaze. With a swift motion, he ripped away my panties, leaving me bare and vulnerable.

“You're finally ours now, no more going back and forth , you’re gonna stay with us sweetheart”, he declared, his voice dripping with dominance. “And we're going to use you however we please”In-ho shuffled out the way, allowing Gi hun to take his spot behind me, his hands gripped my hips as he positioned himself at my entrance. Without warning, he thrusted inside, filling me to the brim with his thick length. I cried out at the sudden intrusion, my walls clenching around him as he set a brutal pace. In-ho watched intently, his own arousal evident in the bulge straining against his pants. “Look at her take it like a pro” he bellowed in the shadows as his eyes greedily took in the sight of me being used like a fuck toy.

Gi hun grunted in agreement, his hips slamming against mine with increasing force. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, mingling with my moans and whimpers. In-ho stepped closer, his hand wrapping around my throat from behind. He squeezed gently, just enough to make my pulse race. “Breathe for us, pet”, he commanded, his fingers tightening slightly. I gasped, the pressure on my windpipe sending a thrill straight to my core. The feeling of my life all in the clutches of the man I so desperately craved, drived me crazy to no end.

In response, Gi hun picked up speed, his cock pistoning in and out of me with reckless abandon. The combined sensations pushed me to the brink, my climax building with each stroke. Being the cunning man In-ho is, sensed my impending release and tightened his grip, cutting off my air supply entirely.Darkness crept in at the edges of my vision as I teetered on the edge, my body tensing in preparation for the inevitable. Just when I thought I might pass out, In-ho released his hold on my throat, allowing me to inhale raggedly.

The sudden rush of oxygen entering my lungs sent me careening over the edge like crashing waves. My orgasm hit with the force of a tsunami, waves of pleasure crashing through me as I spasmed around Gi hun’s still-thrusting cock. He groaned, his own release imminent, and buried himself to the hilt one final time before finding his peak.Thick ropes of cum painted my insides as he filled me to overflowing, his hot seed triggering another aftershock of ecstasy. In-ho watched with a satisfied smirk, his own erection straining painfully against his pants.

“ Ready for part two, sweetheart?”

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[youronebraincell]

Eat your heart out

Sofia Gigante x Fem!reader

Warnings: established relationship, romantic fluff, mild smut, oral (r receiving), kitchen sex, kinda short and sweet

Word count: 1200

Sofia can’t sleep. You set out to change that.

You wake up around five in the morning, your phone reading 5:07 when you grab it from the nightstand and narrow your eyes at the lit screen.

You groan and turn to face your girlfriend, only to find her absent, her side of the bed cold and empty.

The smell of freshly baked goods fills your nostrils.

You groan again before getting out of bed in nothing but an oversized tee and panties and following the scent of sweet heaven that leads you to the kitchen. You cross your arms over your chest and lean against the entryway as you watch Sofia pull a baking tray of something out of the oven and put it on the counter. She pulls the mittens off with her teeth and sets them aside. She grabs a sieve with powdered sugar and hits it gently to scatter it over the various croissants laid out in front of her that are on the opposite side of the counter.

“Are you just gonna stand there, honey?” Sofia questions without taking her eyes off the croissants.

You push yourself off the entryway and walk towards her. “Any reason why you’re baking at five in the goddamn morning in nothing but a dirty t-shirt and boxer shorts?” You wrap your arms around her waist from behind, your chin coming to rest on her shoulder. “Not that I’m complaining. Well, only about that first part. The rest is more than tolerable”

“Couldn’t sleep” Sofia says, her eyes still trained on the damn croissants. “You mentioned you’ve been craving croissants so I thought I’d make them for you while my insomnia got the better of me”

You slide your hands under her shirt, embracing the warmth of her body against your palm. You like how Sofia doesn’t mind the cold of your skin.

“Thought you might like something savory too so I also baked a shitload of fucking quiche muffins because apparently that’s a fucking thing”

“Why are you raising your voice?” You ask in an even tone that doesn’t betray a hint of emotion.

Sofia puts the sieve down. She grips the edge of the counter as she takes a breath. Then another. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I just..” She pauses to focus on her breathing. “With everything going on with that dickless traitor Oz and the Triad, it’s kinda hard for me to focus on anything else”

“Gee, thanks”

“Anything other than you” Sofia adds before turning around to face you. She cups your jaw with her hand, her other settling on your hip. “I swear, you’re the only saving grace in this whole situation, Y/N”

You hum, taking in the dark circles under her eyes. The pads of your thumbs trace them. “When was the last time you had a good night’s sleep?”

Sofia averts her gaze, her eyes downcast.

“Jesus, Sof. How are you still standing?”

“With a little help from the best energy drinks money can buy. That and a lotta rage”

You huff a laugh. “Don’t be cute. I told you to take care of yourself. Or at least let me do it for you”

“I’m fine”

“No, you’re not. You need to get some sleep”

An imaginary lightbulb lights up above your head.

You grin. “And I know just the right way to help”

You hop onto the counter.

Sofia raises a brow. Her eyes drift to the space between your thighs when you part your legs, revealing the lace panties she got you for your birthday. Her eyes don’t leave them as you slowly take them off and toss them on the floor.

You cross your legs.

“You always say you get drunk off me” You playfully tilt your head as you stare at her. “So maybe I can help you get that sleep you so desperately need”

“Your solution for my insomnia is for me to eat you out? Is that it?” Still, Sofia walks over to you. Her hands grips your waist. “If you wanted me to fuck you, you could’ve just asked, baby”

“Right now, I’m not asking”

The corner of your girlfriend’s mouth tugs upwards at your low, demanding tone. “Yes, ma’am”

Sofia eats you out for what feels like hours.

Her tongue darts and swirls, painting delicate patterns over your clit. You're already lost in the sea of pleasure, your breaths coming in gasps and moans. Each touch feels like a spark, igniting a fire deep within you. Your body arches off the counter, muscles taut as you chase the next wave of ecstasy. Sofia’s eyes are closed, lost in her own world, but her mouth is all focus. She's a maestro playing the most sensitive of instruments, and you're the music that fills the room.

Your legs tremble uncontrollably. You grip the edge of the counter, your knuckles whitening. The scent of your arousal fills the air, mingling with the faint smell of baked goods and sweat from your exertion. You've had so many orgasms, you've lost count, but she doesn't stop. Each stroke of her tongue sends you spiraling closer to the edge, and yet she pulls back, just enough to keep you there, teetering. It’s what you love about her.

You feel the tension building, your thighs quivering around her head. Your heart races, your pulse thundering in your ears. She senses your desperation and doubles down, her tongue relentless, her hands gripping your thighs. The pressure builds, a crescendo of sensation that you know will shatter you into a million pieces. You're so close, so close, you can almost taste it.

And then she does something different, a flick of her tongue, a change in rhythm. It sends you over the edge, your body convulsing as you scream out your release. But even as your climax washes over you, she doesn't let up. She continues, driving you into a realm of overstimulation, where pleasure meets pain and you're not sure if you can handle it. Yet, you find yourself begging for more, your voice hoarse from the cries that have escaped your lips. Her eyes open, meeting yours, and she smiles, knowing she has you exactly where she wants you.

But even Sofia has her limits.

By the time she’s decided that she’s done with you, she looks ready to hit the bed. You look at her as you try to catch your breath, your chest heaving.

Sofia smiles and cups your face before kissing you, passionately. “Thank you, bella” She says after breaking the kiss. “This is exactly what I needed”

“Glad I could be of service to ya”

“Are you coming to bed?”

You shake your head as you hop off the counter and grab your panties. “I’m gonna take a shower”

Sofia walks away from you. “Okay”

“Sleep tight!”

She shoots you a sleepy thumbs up without turning around before disappearing from your sight.

Just as you told her, you brush your teeth and take a shower then get dressed in something nice and comfy since you have no plans to leave the house.

You sit cross-legged on the couch, watching some new medical sitcom while eating the delicious croissants and quiche your girlfriend made for you.

[bardic-inspo]

Time Well Spent

Pairing: Astarion x Evelyn (Named Tav)

Rating: Mature

Key Tags: Holiday traditions, silly fic, fluff, a tiny touch of angst, overtures of future dadstarion

Summary:

“The Winter Solstice is a vampire’s favorite day,” Astarion drawls, fingers stroking pleasantly through her hair. With her ear settled near his sternum, his voice is a lulling, gentle lullaby.  “Do you know why?” “Hm,” Evelyn says, struggling against a yawn. “Because it’s the shortest one?” “Clever girl,” he purrs. “The shortest day. And the longest night.”

Astarion means to make the very most of his solstice spent with Evelyn.

A/N: A server secret santa gift for the ever-lovely @nyx-knox, who is a daily inspiration and a wonderful friend! The Tav (Evelyn) in this fic is hers. I hope I did her justice! Occurs sometime after the final battle with the Netherbrain, and/or in a dream if it better suits Evelyn’s story. :)

Also: Imposing American Christmas traditions on Faerun's solstice for funsies.

ALSO: Huge credit to my wonderful husband for helping me find direction with this fic, and for offering silly (and effective) solutions whenever I got stuck.

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“Well, well,” Astarion smirks with a self-satisfied sway of his hips. “We’re nearly there, aren’t we? Only one more sleep away.”

He looks like sun-kissed marble with the glow of the hearth soaking over his sculpted chest and lining the rest of his bare, stunning figure. 

Evelyn sprawls on the chaise where he left her, still panting with the aftermath of their pleasure. A wayward shiver shudders down her naked spine. Even though her lover may be cool to the touch, he has a way of melting the sharp edges of the cold into something pleasant. Something soothing. Like a dip into a cool pond, his embrace brings a weightless calm she’s come to crave. Without him, the chill has teeth that not even the crackling fire can dull.

Six chimes call out across the city, echoing through the walls of their private suite in the Elfsong. The sun will rise in another hour or so. Astarion pulls the curtains closed over the frosted window, sealing them off from the snow and wind whistling against the panes.

“O-Oh?” Evelyn gasps, teeth chattering. “I never knew you were the festive type, Astarion.”

She was sure that this sojourn to the surface, as Astarion called it, was all for her sake. She’d seen the pitying look on his face when Gale’s transmutation scroll arrived in their Underdark settlement. Evelyn had all but run to the nearest towering mushroom, eyes alight with glee as the spell swapped it for an evergreen. Maybe it was her use of frayed rope as garland that compelled him to humor her. Or, the ‘tree’ shedding all of its needles only a day later.

Although they have a supply line to the surface, Evelyn would hardly strain their resources for extra sugar and flour to celebrate a season that doesn’t even really reach the persistent humidity of their Underdark home. Nevermind the fact that none of the other residents of their settlement could enjoy sugar cut-out cookies or other festive delicacies. Vampire spawn don’t care for caramel and cinnamon. Though, she knows a few who would settle for a good spiced wine.

One such vampire stands before her with such an earnest sparkle in his eye. His excitement sets her heart skipping. Perhaps this visit is as much for Astarion as it is for her. They hadn’t made firm plans, other than seeing Baldur’s Gate steeped in snowfall. But she’s intimately acquainted with the mischief lifting her lover’s perfect lips.

Astarion turns to her again, his smile softening in sympathy. He plucks the plush blanket pooled on the floor where they left it. Spent and shivering as she is, she can’t help the fresh heat that sweeps her brow at the sight of him, lithe and licked in light and shadow, sauntering over to her with an effortless elegance. A low chuckle rumbles in Astarion’s chest as he slips behind her on the chaise and shrouds them both in the blanket.

“It’s not just any holiday, darling,” he hums, sighing contentedly into her hair.

“Enlighten me,” she says, snuggling against his chest. A serene sigh leaks from her lips as she settles.

“The Winter Solstice is a vampire’s favorite day,” Astarion drawls, fingers stroking pleasantly through her hair. With her ear settled near his sternum, his voice is a lulling, gentle lullaby.  “Do you know why?”

“Hm,” Evelyn says, struggling against a yawn. “Because it’s the shortest one?”

“Clever girl,” he purrs. “The shortest day. And the longest night.”

His scent of brandy, bergamot, and rosemary tingles against her nose. They could be anywhere, and it would still be home, so long as the smell of him still surrounds her. Her eyes grow heavy, gradually slipping shut.

“Sleep well, my little sorceress,” he whispers, sealing the sentiment with a tender kiss atop her head. “We’ve quite the night ahead of us, after all.”

Sleep claims her before she can ponder the promise brimming in his words. 

And all too quickly, her dreams are snatched away by familiar hands. Astarion’s touch is firmer this time. He nudges her side insistently.

“Wake up, little sorceress,” Astarion hums in her ear. “We’ve a solstice to celebrate!”

Evelyn groans groggily, turning to tuck back into the covers. She stiffens to the sound of a throat clearing -- one not so near as her lover.

“And,” the warm but stern voice says pointedly, “an old friend to say ‘hello’ to, in addition to a very hearty ‘thank you’. Though, the latter is Astarion’s burden to bear. I have the sense this was hardly your idea, Evelyn.”

Evelyn clutches the quilt for dear life, eyes ripping open to see--

“Gale?!” She blurts.

Sure enough, the wizard stands at the foot of the bed, clad in violet, fur-lined robes, with fresh snowflakes still wetting his windswept hair. Evelyn’s heart leaps. Perhaps this is what Astarion was alluded to -- a surprise solstice reunion with old comrades!

“I’ve already paid you your thanks, wizard,” Astarion says with a scowl. “And it seems it was for naught at all!”

Gale sighs wearily, muttering intelligible words beneath his breath. It sounds an awful lot like a curse, but when he raises his hands, the spell furling between them carries a gentle warmth.

“Astarion!” Evelyn laughs, the flutter of magic brushing her skin with a fleeting, greenish glow. “What’s going on?”

He leans his head against her shoulder. The plaintive pout of his lower lip banishes any inkling she had of chiding his rudeness.

“We’ve only so much nighttime to spend, even on the longest one,” he says earnestly. He fidgets with the sheets bunched in his fist. “I mean to make the very most of our evening together, darling.”

Evelyn huffs softly, but she can’t fight the grin from her cheeks, not with the tentative one creeping over Astarion’s.

“I cast longstrider on you both,” Gale clarifies. “It will help speed you through your festivities. I understand you’ve a lot of them to attend to. I’m less certain Astarion has grasped the concept of quality over quantity.”

He drifts towards the door. Evelyn sits up, still swaddled in the sheets. Melancholy spikes in her chest, the closer her friend slips towards the door.

“Wait!” She sputters. “Gale, I haven’t seen you in ages! Can’t you stay for--”

“No, he cannot!” Astarion interjects. “We've got things to do, darling! Gabbing with Gale is not on the list!”

Evelyn’s jaw drops. The list is literal. Astarion brandishes a curled parchment from his breast pocket. She’d scarcely registered that he’s fully dressed -- and rather handsomely, in a deep burgundy day coat with black trousers. But her admiration is put on hold as her attention sticks to the scroll unfurling down the side of the bed and rolling halfway to the door. Dimly, she recognizes bits of Astatrion’s script: snow angels, sugar cookies, plum pie, mistletoe, hot chocolate...

She blinks, dumbfounded. “You made plans? You made…all of those plans?”

“What can I say?” He preens. “I’m a man of many talents.”

“Including getting Gale to come all the way from Waterdeep so he can make us walk faster?” Evelyn giggles in disbelief.

“And getting him out of our hair after,” Astarion says with a pointed side-eye. The wizard in question shuffles sheepishly for the door.

“Don’t you worry,” Gale groans. “I won’t take up any more of your precious time. Tonight, at least. I expect to see you both tomorrow for supper, or I should consider your debt unpaid!”

“Good!” Astarion smirks, once their friend has taken his leave. “And good riddance! We’re already late to see the lights!”

Without warning, Astarion snatches the sheets, with Evelyn still twined in them, and tugs them towards the edge of the bed. She shrieks as she’s taken overboard, pouring onto the floor with breathless laughter. 

Astarion peers down at her, his face haloed in silver curls. “Do get dressed, dear,” he says, his reproach softened with a smug smile. 

For a moment, she’s mesmerized. But something tugs on the back of her mind; his coat matches his eyes so brilliantly. And his smile doesn’t reach them.

Evelyn emerges into the nipping night air. The street is alive with glowing lanterns, simmering like coals in deep, velvet dark of only four chimes past noon. Her breath clouds in front of her, mingling in the air with the warm scent of cider and spice. Snow lines the avenues, coating the rooftops in a sugary shimmer. The crunch it gives underfoot makes her think of crumbling wafer cookies. 

Hauling every layer they had with them turned out to be a worthwhile effort; her hat, scarf, and boots stave off the worst of the cold from her extremities. The mysterious, fur-lined frock coat she found among her other garments doesn’t hurt, either. It’s the same winey red as Astarion’s, with a stark white fur on the inside so soft, she could melt into it. Fondly, she traces the holly-leaf embroidery across her shoulders with a gloved hand. Astarion hastily snatches it. Evelyn raises a brow as Astarion clutches it tightly, planting a chaste kiss to the leather on her knuckles.

Without warning, he starts off down the street at a jog, his hand still locked with hers, and Evelyn helpless but to follow.

“Astarion! What exactly are we running f-- I -- oh!”

A fizzing sound tears past them. Evelyn tracks the noise, craning her neck up to see dazzling, silver sparks streaking through the sky.

“The lights, darling,” Astarion coos in her ear. Her eyelids flutter to the drag of her lips along its slightly angled edge. The soft sound gives way to a frustrated groan as they come to a crowd clogging the avenue. Evelyn strains, standing on tippy-toes to peer past heads and hats to catch a glimpse of the spiralling magic flaring somewhere in front of them.

“Oh, forget this,” Astarion mutters. “Come on!”

He leads her around the edges of the audience. Her excitement spikes as they duck into a narrow alley and she sees what he intends. Effortlessly, he scales the brick walls to reach the folded ladder on a balcony above. With a few nimble flourishes, the ladder drops down to where she waits. She takes the rungs to the top, and takes Astarion’s hand again once she’s there. With a mischievous grin, he pulls her up above the balcony and onto the angled rooftop.

Her stomach swoops as her feet slide against the slick shingles. A deft grip catches her.

“Steady, love,” Astarion purrs, and she can’t help but blush.

A rosy glow blooms in the air behind him. Eagerly, Evelyn peers past his shoulders to the show unfolding below. Astarion carefully steers them both into a seat along the rooftop. From their vantage point high above the other spectators, she has a clear view of the wizards working their spells at the heart of the crowd. Their magic twines and tangles in mesmerizing patterns. The weave itself dances before her eyes. 

And yet, even in the wake of such sparkling showmanship, Evelyn still finds herself turning her cheek to a vision far more striking.

Emerald greens and vivid reds flash across her lover’s face, glimmering in crimson eyes that seem too busy skimming the crowd to soak in the spectacle he hurried them to. A golden orb bursts overhead, breaking into sizzling cinders and setting a tangy static in the air. The magic crackles pleasantly against Evelyn’s skin, but she’s awestruck by the way it seeps over Astarion. For one wonder of a moment, he’s bleached in radiance. The dark circles beneath his eyes dissolve in the brightness.

As if he’s standing in the sun again.

“There!” He points suddenly, breaking her reverie. 

“What is it?” She asks, following his finger with a slight frown.

Astarion licks his lips. He says the word with the same rolling, hungry growl he uses when a hunt is on his mind. “Gingerbread!”

Evelyn balks at him. “Since when do you eat gingerbread?!”

“I don’t. But you’re going to,” he says firmly, as if the matter’s settled. Before she can manage a word in edgewise, she’s thoroughly unsettled. Astarion scoops her from her seat, deposits her back onto the balcony, and makes it halfway down the ladder again before she’s managed a breath.

“The show isn’t over yet!” She calls after him. “Don’t you want to--”

“Exactly. We’ll beat everyone else to the bakery, and in so doing, be sure that all sorts of delectable things find their way into that gorgeous mouth.”

Well, when he says it like that…how could she say no? Evelyn swallows hard. Her rakish rogue could make a swamp sound like paradise with all the magic in that silver tongue of his. 

She hurries after him, skirting the crowd, and pushing inside the corner patisserie. Astarion’s low, rolling chuckle teases her ears as her eyes flutter shut and a satisfied hum leaks from her lips, unbidden. Sweetness floods her senses: the tartness of sugared plums, the butteriness of fresh pastries, and the warmth of rising dough. Her mouth waters.

“Open up, darling,” Astarion bades her.

She’d follow that man through the hells (again) if he asked. But when she acquiesces to this simple command, it’s heaven she gets in return. Icing melts against her tongue and it's divine. With a plaintive groan, Evelyn takes the cookie from Astarion’s hand and takes a proper bite. 

“Good?” He prompts with a raised brow.

“So good!” She replies emphatically. 

“And this one?”

“Mmmm.” This one is a thin wafer coated in smooth dark chocolate and tingling with peppermint. It’s good enough to get her toes curled inside her boots.  

“You did pay for these, right?” Evelyn asks, brushing crumbs from her coat.

He doesn’t deign to answer. And she doesn’t hesitate to take the third cookie he conjures from seemingly nowhere.

More patrons trickle in, brushing past Evelyn’s shoulders. She shuffles to the side, eyeing Astarion suspiciously as he seems to look anywhere but her. He peers past the shuddering doors, back out into the avenue, searching for something he can’t seem to find.

“Perfect!” Astarion declares abruptly, eyes glinting with fresh mischief. She’s caught in his whirlwind again, his hand latched with hers, dragging her back out into the frosty night.

“Mmmf!” Her protest is muffled by gingerbread. “MMmhariammm!”

This time, he pulls her along down a short footpath to the docks, where the Sea of Swords is sealed in a pearly sheen of ice as far as the eye can see. Her jaw drops slack. Her confusion -- and growing concern -- over Astarion’s hastiness is cast aside in the wake of utter amazement. 

“It’s saltwater,” she says, marvelling at the shimmer. “It never freezes like this!”

Astarion offers a conspiratorial smile. “For just one night, and just a touch of magic, it does. Shall we?”

A flash of silver catches her eye. He snags something from the shrubbery behind them -- a pair of skates for each of them.

“Oh!” Evelyn grins, giddy even though her eyes narrow. “Did you pay for those?”

“These are simply borrowed,” he shrugs, unrepentant.

And, of course, they fit perfectly. Astarion knows her every inch like the back of his hand. Together, they pick their way carefully down to the frozen sea. Astarion glides effortlessly across the surface, as if it were easy as breathing. He turns back, offering a hand and the slight lift of his lips that she loves so dearly.

“If I take your hand,” she says with a sly smile, “promise we won’t go tearing off across the sea Alaron? Or to the other side of the city for at least five minutes? I’m sure it’s beautiful, but I think we have our own piece of paradise right here, hm?”

“Hm,” Astarion echoes, though the humor in his tone doesn’t touch the tight corners near his eyes. “I suppose I can manage that.”

She takes his open hand, and out onto the ice she slides. 

“You must’ve done this before!” She pants against Astarion’s shoulder. 

His other hand presses the small of her back. He leads in fluid, elegant movements. Twined together like this, they could be dancing in some Lord’s pristine ballroom. All the better that out here, away from the hustle and bustle of the city streets, it’s only each other and the quiet woosh of frostfall that keeps them company. 

This corner of the world is calm. Serene. Smooth and stunning as porcelain.

“No, I haven’t,” Astarion chuckles softly. The sound vibrates pleasantly against her ear. “Not that I can remember, anyway. But I am good at it.”

And gods, does he look good when he lets himself savor the moment instead of hunting for the next one. The moonlight casts a glowing, ivory crown around his head. Dimly, she’s aware of others taking to the ice, but she’s too swept up in his tender gaze to care. Footsteps crunch through the snow along the banks. Evelyn’s heart thumps within her ribs. The world smears as Astarion spins her out away from him, and then reels her back against his chest. Her lips tilt towards the cool caress of his lips.

But they don’t meet hers. Instead, a burst of sudden, hard, frigid cold breaks against her shoulder. Evelyn’s hand flies to her mouth, muffling her startled shout.

Astarion bristles, eyes tearing after three figures streaking through the dark: two young boys pelting another, younger one relentlessly with snowballs. The one that hit Evelyn must’ve been a stray. They’ve clearly no care for fairness, or collateral damage.

“Oh, the little scamps!” Astarion fumes. “Shall we show them to pick on someone their own size?”

“Let’s,” Evelyn says, magic coiling in her palm. Wind rushes from her fist, barreling towards the snow banks and carving fresh ammo for their arsenal. By the time they’ve reached the shore, a half-dozen snowballs await them. Evelyn redirects her magic, fanning out the gust until it forms a makeshift barricade of snow for them to crouch against.

Up ahead, the pair haven’t let up on their onslaught of the third. The boy cowers, arms shielding his face.

“Excuse me!” Astarion calls out. “You ought to get over here behind cover, no?”

The pair pause their assault, turning towards Astarion, incredulous.

“Oh, not you!” Astarion snaps irritably.

It’s then their newfound ward realizes his luck; the boy’s eyes widen as they meet Evelyn’s. Hastily, he scrambles towards their makeshift shelter.

“That’s better,” Astarion huffs. “Now,” he tells the boy, placing a snowball into his quivering hand, “take this, and take your revenge.”

It falls short -- or it would have, if not for the gust of wind Evelyn sends after it that sends it splatting against their adversaries’ legs.

“Not quite,” Astarion says gently. “Like this.”

He demonstrates with master precision; a pair of snowballs pelt the older boys square in the chest, sending them staggering back. She thinks he means to press his advantage, but instead, he plants another snowball in the younger boy’s palm. Evelyn watches, mesmerized, as he fixes the child’s grip, guides the boy’s arm back, and thrusts it forward with a measured force. 

The projectile meets its mark against a gangly shoulder.

“Woah,” the child gasps. 

“Cheater!” One of the older boys blurts. 

“You’re not cheating,” Astarion tells their new friend firmly. “You’re just…resourceful. There’s no harm in having help. Now, try another on your own.”

The boy’s brow furrows fiercely in concentration. He reels his arm back, and throws. Smack!

“Better,” Astarion smiles.

In no time at all, the tides of battle turn. The bullies flee in short order, their one-time ally tearing after them with a wild cry, pelting snowballs at their heels. Evelyn laughs herself breathless, watching them dart off into the dark.

Astarion leans back against their snowy fortifications with the sort of sated grin he usually wears after feeding. He looks relaxed. Carefree. Happy.

“You’re good with them, you know,” she says softly. It was on her lips as soon as she thought it -- before she could consider if it was a thought that should be said out loud at all. 

She always relished seeing this soft streak in him. The way he treats children. The way he treated Arabella, and Yenna. It wakes a warmth in her, the same, hopeful lift in her spirit that comes when winter thaws to spring.

She’d never had to worry about censoring herself with Astarion. But now, she babbles for something, anything else to say to staunch the flabbergasted look on his face.

“I beg your pardon?!” He blurts.

“I-I said, ‘is that mistletoe’?”

His eyes narrow, like a predator fixing on its prey. “Mistletoe!”

Oh, no. Evelyn groans inwardly. That must’ve been another word from the list that’s driven him from every moment she’s wanted to linger in tonight. He’s already feverishly untying his skates when she holds up a hand.

“Astarion, wait!” She pleads.

“Wait?” He whines, a faux pout on his lips. “But darling, I’ve been dying to kiss you all night.”

She feels the static building on her skin from his coat brushing hers. It’s a welcome friend, a familiar, pleasant sensation for a storm sorceress such as herself. One that might just make him listen.

“Then why wait any longer, love?” She says, soft and sultry. Her fingers tug along Astarion’s collar as she leans in and hovers.

He doesn’t disappoint; with a hungry groan low in his throat, Astarion dips his lips to hers.

Snap!

The static bursts across their mouths, the pleasure and pain equally brief and tantalizing. Astarion draws back only slightly, his nose nudging hers playfully.

“Is someone starved for attention?” He snickers. More earnestly he says, “You have mine now, love.”

“Astarion,” she says pointedly, “what is this all really about?”

He eases back, tilting his head. “Whatever do you mean?”

Evelyn raises a brow.

He gestures broadly, as if the motion itself is an explanation. When it evidently isn’t, he adds hastily, “Oh, it’s the solstice! It’s merry and joyous and bright, or whatever!”

Evelyn crosses her arms. “I don’t believe you care this much about the solstice.”

His head bobs sheepishly. “Maybe I didn’t before, but you do, and I adore you thoroughly.”

Evelyn dips her head, finding his eyes again. “Then why are we doing more rushing than we are relishing, hm?”

Her heart clenches as his shoulders slump. Ruefully, he meets her gaze. “I-I know it isn’t -- I mean, I know you said this is what you wanted,” he says, gesturing to himself hesitantly, “but the Underdark can’t be everything you wish for. If only for one night, I wanted you to have everything you long for. Everything a vampire spawn can give you, anyway.”

“My rakish, foolish rogue,” she says, throat thick. “The only wish I have left for tonight is that you enjoy it, too. This time is special because it’s ours. It’s spent together. Starting traditions! Making memories!”

She reaches out a hand to cradle his cheek. He leans into the touch at once, lips pressing tenderly to her inner wrist.

“I want to make all of them with you,” he whispers, reverent.

“Maybe not all in one night,” she says with a fond smile. “And maybe we don’t need the mistletoe, hm?”

She gets to taste that tender, secret smile of his as he leans forward and catches her in an eager kiss. Astarion reels her close, the scent of bergamot, brandy, and rosemary caressing her cheek as he cradles her jaw. Her eyes flutter shut, her satisfied hum thrumming from her lips to his.

The snow, the wind, the world around them melts into dull distance. They could be anywhere, but with him at her side, it could only be called ‘home’.

A/N: Per Mr. Megh, 'ladies love pre-planned activities'. 😆 Specific credit to him for pointing out why vampires might like the winter solstice, the idea of dragging poor Gale into this, and setting Astarion on his quest of holiday over-achievement. Divider credit to @firefly-graphics.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!! <3 <3 <3

[cassiebones]

What headcanons would you have for Alice or Jen in Agatha All Along? :)

Alice was a mama's girl despite their difficult relationship. Her mother was much better at showing her love for Alice than Evanora was at showing hers (if there ever was any love for Agatha) but she focused so much on breaking a curse that Alice was certain was never actually real. Alice still craved her attention, always proud to show her something she made or playing her a new song that she learned.

Alice is not a morning person. She was the one who signed up for graveyard shifts as a cop. She thrived on late nights, the moon giving her more energy. She was always happy to take somebody's late night shifts for them. She sometimes had to work mornings, which made her long for the sweet release of Death.

Despite her moody, edgy style, she needs a crap ton of sugar in her coffee. She cannot drink it black like her co-workers always did. They teased her for this, but she was fine with her Cinnamon Dolce lattes, thank you very much.

That tattoo was not her mother's idea, originally. Alice saw her mother stressing out over the curse and looked up ways that she could protect herself in a more permanent way than wearing a necklace she may lose or something else like that. So she looked up the symbol and showed her mother, who didn't even hesitate to book her with a friend. Lorna held her hand the entire time, and Alice forced herself not to cry from the pain, trying to be brave for her mother.

Alice visited her mother's grave (which wasn't a real grave bc she didn't have enough of her mother to bury) on every major holiday, leaving flowers and crystals (because her mother believed in their power) and talking to her about how her life is going.

She had a cat, named Cheeto, who was the most orange cat you ever met. She loved him, though. She found him while working, when he was still a kitten. She fell in love with him immediately and brought him home with her after her shift ended. She told Jen about him before she died. Jen goes to her apartment after getting off The Road, and takes Cheeto home with her, honoring Alice in the only way she can.

Jen is almost the opposite of Alice.

She is a morning person. She likes to wake with the sun and do yoga and all that healthy shit. She has a brand to uphold, after all.

She does GRWM videos all the time, showing people what she puts in her organic smoothies (cutting out the part where she puts in protein powder that nobody can know she uses) and egg-white omelettes. She's a vegetarian onscreen only.

Again, it's her brand. Her last name is literally a vegetable (she makes cannibalism jokes when she adds kale to her smoothies).

She's always been openly bisexual and has several pieces of art that reflect that in her home. She laments about her dating life a lot online and has gotten several offers from her fans to be taken on dates. She almost always declines, but she's touched obviously by the interest.

She and Agatha had a situationship. Jen started to catch feelings, but Agatha was closed off emotionally because she was still hung up on Rio and the pain she'd caused. When Jen tried to get closer, Agatha pushed her away and was not nice about it. She figured it'd be easier if Jen hated her. Jen was definitely bitter, which is why she believed every bad thing that anybody had to say about Agatha, including that she traded away her own son for the Darkhold.

She bound herself, I think. I think Agatha was lying about having bound her in the 1920's. Not that I don't think she would have done that for money (she'd probably do it for shits and giggles tbh) but I don't think Agatha actually did it to Jen. I think Jen was so traumatized by the men who tried to bind her that she actually end up binding herself. She just convinced herself that it was them that bound her because it was the easier solution.

Jen genuinely loves hiking. It's the best way to unplug and just be herself for a little bit. She'll go to the nearest mountain and just walk for miles until she gets tired. She loves watching sunsets on these hikes. She also secretly loves camping because it reminds her of the years she had to spend living off the land as a younger witch.

She also really loves spas. She has a standing bi-weekly appointment at her local spa. She's a complicated person.

If Alice had lived, there's no doubt in my mind that she and Jen would have become a thing. Opposites attract and all that. They both have trauma, even if it's different kinds of trauma. I think they'd make a good pair.

Agatha would tease them and claim to be the reason they got together. She wouldn't exactly be wrong.

[sawyerslvt]

Johnny or Leland? | Episode 1

Previous Episode ♡ Next Episode Hiyyaa <33 This is a choose your own ending story. I'm sure this has been done before on here, but I've always been obsessed with the option of choosing your own path in stories. I wanted to make a love triangle story between Leland and Johnny but I just couldn't choose who to pick in the end so this was the best solution to my problem. I have also included links to porn in this series, for better visualization ;) I hope you enjoy the story! <3 Word Count: 1,644 Warnings: MDNI, kidnapping

You've always had such a hard time choosing. You find yourself spending ages making simple decisions and you don't understand how hard it can be… Do I want regular Coca Cola or Coca Cola cherry? You're standing in front of the open fridge at the convenience store, shutting it only after the cashier starts giving you dirty looks. You continue holding both of the glass bottles in your hand. Taking turns looking from one soda to the other. You feel this is a losing battle regardless, whatever you end up not choosing, will be the one you crave after taking one sip of your chosen drink. You take a deep sigh and don't take notice of the man approaching you. 

“Havin’ a hard time deciding?” Your gaze shoots up from the bottles and you're met with a young man smirking at you, leaned up against one of the soda fridges. “uhh, yeah… which one would you pick?”, you tilt your head curiously. You just want this small inconvenience to be over with already. “I'm more of a classic guy. Don't like cherry too much. Go with the original”. He’s confident in the way he’s speaking. “Well, I do like cherry. I just-” He cuts you off, “cherry it is then sweetheart, come on, i'll get it for ya”. He opens the fridge and grabs the original coke from your hand to place it back in its place. You feel his hand graze yours, making your eyes shoot up to look at his face. He’s close to you as he reaches into the fridge. You get a whiff of his cologne and he smells really good. 

He walks over to the cash register and you place the cherry coke on the counter. The man pulls out his wallet and flips through his cash to bring out a dollar bill. You haven't stopped staring since the first time you laid eyes on him, he’s beautiful and the way he occasionally licks his lips makes you feel some type of way. He finally takes notice, and as the cashier collects his change, he looks over to you to shoot you a quick wink. He lets his head drop, chuckling and your cheeks burn hotter than the sun. The cashier is unamused, rolling his eyes at the cheesy scene unfolding before his unfortunate eyes. You grab your drink off the counter while your head stays down to hide your hard blushing. 

He holds the door open for you and gestures for you to walk in front of him. Once you exit the store, you're met with the cool night breeze. The sun has already set so it doesn't burn your skin to be outside, but you still feel that damn heat nonetheless. “Thank you for the drink, sir. You shouldn't have” your voice is sweet and gentle, you appreciate his kind gesture. “Sir?! alright, please don't tell me I look like a sir to you!”. His mouth is left agape but you see him smiling through his shock. You giggle at his reaction… it was intentional, he didn't look old at all but you just couldn't refrain from teasing him. “Oh, I don't know. Why don't you introduce yourself?”. You look up at him with a warm smile and he laughs, loving your playfulness. “Well darlin’, since you asked so kindly. The name’s Leland, I'm not a sir and I’d love to get to know a beautiful woman like yourself”. He looks down to your blushed face and smirks, loving your mannerism every time he directly flirts with you. 

You look down at the ground but he steps closer to you, bringing his hand to your chin to have you facing him again. “No need to act all shy with me, sugar”. He’s only inches away from your face. You feel the warmth of his breath bounce off your lips. He’s still holding onto your chin and staring directly at your lips, making you lick them to prepare for him. He looks into your eyes briefly, smirking, then quickly pulls in to connect his lips with yours. His lips are soft and you feel like you're melting into the strangers arms as he uses his free hand to pull your waist closer. You shoot your eyes open as you hear a tree branch breaking behind you. It sounded close enough for you to turn around completely, facing the direction of the noise. 

Leland looks at you with a raised eyebrow, wondering what's with the theatrics. “Did you hear that?” Your voice is almost whispering. “It was probably some squirrel. What? You're scared of some cute critter?”. He teases you and you laugh, playfully hitting his shoulder. He makes a face, pretending you hurt him, holding his shoulder and letting out fake pained grunts until he eventually also breaks into laughter with you. His teasing made you let your guard back down. He gently turns you back around and pulls you in again, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched as you continued kissing him. You were most likely paranoid due to the pitch blackness of the forest behind you. Anything could lurk in the shadows and your fear of the unknown is taking a toll on you, it was probably nothing. You feel a chill run up your spine, making you shiver and hug yourself. Leland notices your discomfort and  pulls away from the kiss. He places both his arms around you, covering you like a warm blanket. “...you wanna warm up in my car?”. He looks down at you with his kind eyes. You nod into his chest and look up at him giving him a warm smile. He returns the smile and keeps one arm around your shoulder as the two of you walk over to his car. 

Once both of you are seated in his car, he looks over to you. Your hands are tucked between your thighs, partially because of the dropping temperature. But it was also a way to calm the butterflies going wild between your legs. Just looking at the man made your thoughts act up. His lips were softer than cotton and thinking about them again made your lips tingle. Your thoughts get interrupted by his hand making its way to your thigh. His hand gives you a gentle squeeze as it rests warm and soft on your thigh. “You’re beautiful”. His words escaped him as if he was nervous. There were no hints of nervousness coming from him from the second you met him. You look at him and there is innocence to his mannerism, you find yourself smiling over his sweetness. Without saying anything, you lean in and let your lips find his. Your hands rest on his lap and he has one of his hands wrapped around your waist while the other is behind your neck. 

You deepen the kiss, squeezing your hands in his lap. Your hands are resting close to his bulge and you feel how big the curve is. You moan into his kiss and he responds giving you a deep groan. He introduces his tongue and you gladly welcome it inside your mouth. Your spit and tongues swirl together and you can tell he’s experienced. You feel your pussy get wetter as you kiss him but break away from it to look down at his growing bulge. You look into his narrowed eyes and you can tell he wants you badly. You stroke the print of his shaft from the outside of his tight fitting jeans. You bite your lip as you continue stroking and he leans his head back, releasing a wonderful groan to express how good your soft hands feel on his clothed cock. 

He lets his head return to meet your gaze and in that moment it was just you and him. Both of you were completely unaware of your surroundings as you started to unbuckle his belt. You unzip his jeans, breaking away from the kiss to focus on the zipper for a second. To your absolute horror, you hear the driver’s window shatter, and before you realize what had happened, you see Leland’s head collapsed on the steering wheel and blood gushing from the back of his head. You see the stone that was used to break the window and a faceless man rushing behind the car to make his way to your side. 

“Leland!!! Please wake up!” you try shaking him but your desperate pleas prove to be useless as he’s knocked out cold. Your fight or flight kicks in and you unlock the door to get away before the man gets to you. You swing the car door open, crying as you feel horrible for leaving Leland behind. You run but your heart skips a beat when you hear heavy footsteps chase after you. You’re smart enough to not look back and continue running for your life, screaming for help as you try to make it back to the convenience store. You had no idea how close the man was to you but you become very aware the second he manages to hit you across the back of your head, making you fall to the ground. Your head is pressed against the concrete with his big hands, making it impossible to move and your vision starts to blur until everything fades to black. 

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credit for dividers: @y-onb @plutism <3

[sosa2imagines]

Hey I just got my wisdom teeth removed so I’m wondering if you can write a fic where Sebastian Stan’s and Chris Evans’s characters takes care of reader after they got their wisdom teeth removed please 😊

Hey, I hope you are doing well, please take care. Also thank you for this ask, I had lots of fun writing this.

Warnings- only fluff. ___________________

Sebastian Stan.

Bucky Barnes-

Bucky loves you and he was trying for you. It made him sad to see you this way, curled up on his couch, your eyes squeezed shut as you whine every now and then.

Bucky will panic and be worried at the same time. He would hold a cold compress on your face, help you to stay hydrated.

Every now and then he would ask, “Uh… do you want cold water?” “How about a cold juice?”, “ice cream is good, I brought your favorite flavor.” He’ll make sure to follow the instructions given by the dentist, to ease your pain.

Even in pain and swollen face, he thinks you're absolutely adorable.

You want his cool metal palm on you? It is all yours.

Oh, you are hungry? Even though he can’t cook, he will try his best, to make a soup for you. Bucky will go to the kitchen, a bit panicked and not sure what to do. He had never taken care of someone before, so this was all new to him. But you are not just someone, you are his doll.

He’ll do anything for you.

Nick Fowler-

Let’s say before the procedure even begin, Nick had warned the dentist, to go easy on you, to make it as painless as possible.

The dentist had told you; you did feel “little” pain. Nick was okay with that; you can deal with “little” pain. So why the hell are there tears in your eyes, because of the pain? Yup the dentist can kiss goodbye to their life job for lying.

Nick will not let you leave the bed. You will just relax and chill in the air-conditioned room. Everything will be at your service. From cold water to cold juices and ice creams.

There’s a min freezer in the room, full of cold- compression just for you.

You have a project to complete? Nope, not happening. You are just going to rest. The project can wait. Or the person who want’s the project done, can wait or say good bye to life it.

Lee Bodecker-

Lee just can’t stand, to see you in pain. He may not be good in taking care, but that does not mean, he won’t try.

He won’t eat sweets. If you can’t have them, he won’t have them either. You can only have soup? He’ll have soup too.

Before going out to work, he will remind you, to rest and take the pain killers, if absolute necessary.

But let’s face it. Looking after the town and the upcoming elections, he is tired. He has needs. The stress is making him crave something sweet.

So, he’ll come up with the best solution. He’ll go down on you. It’s a win-win situation for you two. He gets his dose of sweet, from eating you and you get the best distraction from the pain.

Chris Evans.

Steve Rogers-

Steve will instantly become the mother hen. Concern face on. Every fifteen minutes, he’ll ask “Hey, how are you feeling?”

He will gently examine your face, his fingers probing the swollen areas with a tender touch. “You're going to be okay, I'm here for you.” he says reassuringly.

He proceeds to pamper you with ice cream, painkillers, and a constant supply of cold compresses, even singing a soft rendition of ‘Star-Spangled Man with a Plan’ to distract you, from the discomfort. Even though he hates it. But for you, he’ll do anything. (Even take a break from avenging.)

Lloyd Hansen-

Let’s just say the dentist was bit hesitant, to treat you. Lloyd was sitting in the room, with pilers, just to make sure, you are having a painless treatment.

Back at the fortress of solitude, he has given everyone a strict order, to be quiet. No noise. Noise is ban. His sugar had a painful treatment and he’ll make sure you get to rest, without any disturbance.

He will lie down on the bed, next to you, letting you rest your head on his firm chest. Making you feel comfortable and safe. He gently caresses your hair, proud of himself, to see you are sleeping peacefully.

But someone makes a noise, waking you up. You whimper, because of the pain. He quickly gives you painkillers, kissing your forehead. He will find out who made the noise.

Lloyd removes that person’s tooth and makes the person wear headphones. Heavy metal playing in them. Let’s see how that person likes, getting disturb.

Lloyd, has filled the bedroom with magazines and books you like. Netflix ready to play. He has called in the best chefs, to make different types of delicious soups and ice-cream for you.

He will even let you play with his moustache.

Andy Barber-

As a district attorney, Andy is used to dealing with tough cases, but seeing you in pain, brings out his protective instincts. He proceeds to pamper you with ice cream, painkillers, cold compresses, music and even offering to make you a warm bath to relax.

As you two spend the day together, Andy tells you, stories of his courtroom victories and the latest town gossip, making you laugh despite your discomfort. He's determined to take your mind off the pain and make you feel loved and cared for.

Andy will keep on whispering, “You're doing great, love. Just remember, no strenuous activities for a while, okay?”

In the process of distracting you, he’ll end up distracting himself and you won’t even realize, when he started to do…..ahem

[thousand-winters]

Because my family tends to have low blood sugar, I'm kinda used to unconsciously thinking that sugar is always a good solution for anything. "Ugh, my head hurts. I'm going to eat this entire bag of marshmallows and surely it'll help", "I'm kinda dizzy, but surely this chocolate truffle will solve it".

Anyway, I like to think Saiki would do that because he's incredibly biased toward sweets and also refuses to admit when he's feeling sick for unrelated reasons to his psychic powers, so I like to think he would justify any symptoms by "mmm, surely I'm just craving sugar and thinking about it is making my powers act off" <- actually experiencing symptoms™️ of sickness.

[wayfayrr]

Good day dear!

I want to order a Red Velvet spiked latte, sugar-free! I'm craving Warriors in a qpr, and I'm having one of those days involving being Aromantic :')

I hope you're doing well; please and thank you 🙏🙏🙏

Here's your order - I hope it's to your liking <3

I get having those days, sometimes they just like to sneak up on you without any warning and it's the worst ;-; I know it's a bit late but I hope wars can make you feel better darling

[Event masterlist]

Why did the portal have to split us up and spit me and wars out in the hebra region of all places. Did the shadow get sick of throwing monsters at us and decide to off us with hypothermia? Even with that, why drop us off in a cave rather than in the snow?

“You still have our bed rolls right? I’m not entirely sure we’ll make it through the night if we don’t have them and I’d really prefer to not risk losing any limbs.”

Oh, no, no, no, don’t look through your bag then at me like that. That shy smile with those adorable eyes, like you’re waiting to tell me you don’t have them. I could have sworn that he had packed them both away in there this morning, did my own eyes lie to me? 

“Only one of them is still intact, I think the other one started tearing this morning and seeing as legend has the group's only sewing kit…”

“So we shouldn’t risk making it any worse till we can fix it but this cold it’s sure to be worse at night.”

“If we light a fire and sleep in shifts it shouldn’t be so bad.”

This is how people die, I’ve seen it in films back home, and I’ve heard stories of overzealous climbers perishing to the cold, I refuse to let us become like them. Even if it is being over cautious. 

“We could share the last bedroll and use the torn one as an extra blanket. If we scout out the cave and push some of those loose boulders into the entrance we most likely won’t need to take shifts.”

“You’d be alright with sleeping like that when there’s no one on lookout?”

“Any other way and it might only be one of us waking up tomorrow if we’re lucky.”

I’m not sure he likes that suggestion, he’s glancing around and biting his lip like something is wrong. Any link to be uncomfortable with the idea, wars makes the most sense. He’s the captain, someone who’s had to live through too many betrayals and ambushes to stay sane, why wouldn’t he be nervous of being alone like this? I’d like to hope he knows that I wouldn’t ever betray him though, why would his partner do something like that to him? 

“if you're alright with it then, I don't want to make you uncomfortable being that close?”

That's what he's worried about right now? my comfort over us freezing to death, is he out of his mind?

“I'm certain, it'd be far more uncomfortable waking up to the frozen corpse of my closest.”

“...”

“did you really not consider that?”

“I just want to make sure you're safe… if that means killing myself… well anything for you.”

Was that drilled into him during his training, that he should be willing to die like this for any reason? With the blush on his face I would say otherwise though, why would he get so flustered over something like this. We’re talking about his potential death here, not some vacation together.

"Wars you idiot why would you let yourself die of hypothermia if there's such an easy solution?"

“I didn’t want to think about that but you’re right. We need to stay as warm as we can.”

Finally, that’s gotten through his thick skull that I don’t want him sacrificing himself for something as stupid as that. So we can get to preparing our very hasty camp for the night, with his scouting showing we’ll be free of any monsters and my efforts in shifting a couple of rocks closing most of the entrance. The two bed-rolls thrown on top of each other look more inviting than anything I’ve seen in a long while. 

“After you.”

“Sure.”

It is not as warm as it looked. “Stop looking so uncertain, I promise I’m not going to suddenly stab you in your sleep.”

“That’s not what I’m…”

The squeak that left him when I pulled him down on top of me was cute. He’s redder than I’ve ever seen him too, but that started to die down after I pulled the makeshift blankets over us, or it might’ve, not that I could see it after turning over anyway. 

“Night link.”

Not even an answer then. He must be a bit flustered still. Nothing even as my eyes flutter closed, when I feel a very soft weight on my side, keeping me barely awake to hear what he says, but not enough to respond.

“Would you be bothered if we never reunited with the others? I’m all you’ll ever need right… I’m sure we could find a way back to your world, even if I have to call in a few overdue favours. They wouldn’t even need to know we’re still alive… just you and I forever. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

What?

“Even if you don’t know what I’m really looking for we can start tomorrow. Sleep well darling, I hope you’re warm enough like this…”

[mcufan72]

Sugar and Cinnamon

Loki x female reader (AU) / 18+

Chapter 5

Chapter 4

Warnings: nothing special, always contains more or less fluff, angst, sex, smut, smoking, and alcohol drinking. I won't put specific warnings so far. It's 18+. Hopefully, it's not a boring chapter.

When you arrived home, you tossed your bag on the floor of your bedroom and headed for the bathroom to get ready for bed. You were exhausted and just wanted to sleep now.

‘Do you believe in love, Sugar?’

Your thoughts revolved around Luke's question.

‘Love, love…love is for kids and dogs…’

You did believe in love until you didn't anymore. You had wasted years of loving someone who never felt the same for you. How blind you had been. But as your mother always told you, everything in life happens for a reason… you just couldn't see it yet and life could be cruel.

You got into bed and thought about the sex with Luke. He told you that he's not a tender lover. Why did he say that? He had been so tender with you, that you could hardly restrain yourself to not give in to him. You genuinely regretted having faked your orgasm. He deserved more and better. You still didn't know how he recognised it. Was he a man who truly cared about you and your feelings, about what you might like and need to have a satisfying sexual experience? You were sure, you'd like to try other things with him too. There were some things you didn't like but it seemed possible to try them with him. And you were sure he wouldn't say no. He gave you that vibe. You've never been blindfolded before but you liked it.

“I deserve to enjoy life…and sex,” you said to yourself. Maybe Luke was still willing to show you pleasure and you might offer him a further night in case he's going to book you as his escort again. You didn't know why but you trusted him right from the beginning and he didn't disappoint you. He stood true to his word. But you should be careful with trusting someone too soon. You should know better. Nonetheless, you felt ashamed. You've just been scared to fall for Luke, scared of the feelings that came up inside of you when you were together with him, feelings of shameless lust and complete devotion. But you weren't able to give it to him, a man who wasn't yours. You were just his escort…just his whore… and his alone. Nothing could change this.

While thinking of him, you felt his breath on your body again. Shivers ran down your spine when you thought about his warm, tender hands on your body, him going down on you, licking that spot where you craved him most. Jesus, what could've happened if you had allowed him to have that full game of foreplay with you and while you were questioning yourself about it, you had your fingers between your spread legs and rubbed and circled yourself gently and firmly to completion… and you moaned his name when the waves of a badly needed orgasm were washing over and through your trembling body.

When the orgasmic high ebbed away you came back to reality. You would likely never see him again but you would never forget how gentle he had been with you and with how much respect he had treated you. If there was one thing you had learned tonight, it was the realization that you would never be able to spend a night with another man but him. You weren't made for it. You could only ever give yourself to a man you liked and trusted as much as you liked and trusted him, and only ever just to this one man, not ten or twenty. Escorting men and spending some hours with them at events or just a dinner in a restaurant was okay but nothing more than that. It would change your considerations about how to boost your financial situation and you would have to think about another solution to solve your problem. You turned to your side, pulled your sleeping mask over your eyes and fell asleep.

When you woke up, the first thing you did was take a shower again, then you pressed the button on your coffee machine for a latte macchiato and emptied the items of your small travel bag onto your bed. You grabbed the biscuits you couldn't find in your bag the night before and ate one. Still munching on your biscuit, you sorted the rest of your stuff so you could clean or wash them and filled the bag with fresh lingerie and spare clothes to bring to REA later. Maybe you would need the bag again in case Luke was going to book you for a further event but you didn't believe that this would happen. When you grabbed the worn kimono to put it into the laundry basket, a blue-green scarf fell to the floor. You picked it up from the carpet and stared at it. You must've grabbed it from the hotel suite’s floor when you packed your bag after Luke had left the suite. And then you remembered the scarf wasn't wrapped around his neck when he left. The scarf felt so soft in your hands and you buried your nose into the silken fabric. Memories of how he blindfolded you with it came back into your mind. It still smelled of his cologne and him, somehow familiar and safe. You had a closer look at it and you found two swung golden letters, embroidered onto the one end of the scarf: L L

...for Luke Larsson. That was rare nowadays and maybe a bit old-fashioned but you loved it. A further proof of his class and elegance. You had to give it back to him or you had to ask Rhea to do it for you but for now, you'd put it into the drawer of your dresser. You took a last sniff, folded it neatly, and put it into the drawer. Shortly afterwards you got dressed and ready to visit your mum like every Sunday. You would spend the afternoon with her and after lunch, you'd go with her for a walk in the nursery home's Park. You'd push her in her wheelchair to her favourite places and you'd eat some cinnamon rolls you would buy on the way before you'd drive to her.

You both missed the times when you baked them every Sunday and enjoyed them fresh from the oven. Freshly baked, they tasted best. But after her stroke, which left her paralyzed on one side some years ago, it wasn't possible anymore but the bought ones were also tasty and you could keep the tradition of eating some together on Sunday afternoons. The worst thing was to keep on pretending that everything in your life was fine. You hated lying to her but the truth would kill her and so you had no other choice.

In the evening you met another gentleman at Vivian's Velvet. Or you should better say you intended to meet him. But the appointment got cancelled and so did three more appointments this week except one with a gentleman called Mr Lang. Scott was such a funny guy, you laughed a lot and he showed you some magic tricks and you had no idea how he did those amazing things. He just wanted to spend time with you even though you considered offering him to sleep with you but you couldn't. Luke was always on your mind and still the only one imaginable. Scott drank a lot so you would get additional money for the drinks he consumed. That wasn't as much as you would've gotten for pleasuring him in bed but better than nothing. When he said goodbye, he asked you for a kiss. He was really charming and all but you stayed with your rule, so you refused. You'd just kiss a man you were in love with. He took it easy and you thanked him for this funny evening. He's distracted you from your real big problems and you were grateful for it.

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After Loki had waited a couple of weeks for it, he finally got the invitation to the annual gala dinner hosted by a certain Mr. Smith. Everyone important working for international and intergalactic security got invited, ambassadors, negotiators, spokespersons and other important people with their companions. He already knew that this event would happen and that he was invited but he needed the written confirmation. The event would take place this Saturday and Loki had waited eagerly for it because he needed a reason to book you again. He was insecure about how to act after your intimate encounter, he also had no events to appear and he somehow didn't dare ask you for just an evening at Vivian's Velvet or a restaurant. And in general, he should stay away from you. He already had more feelings for you than he should have and he knew you weren't interested in him as an exclusive lover or a boyfriend. You made yourself very clear about that.

He made several phone calls because some arrangements needed to be made before he could call Rhea.

“Thank you, Rhea. I have something for Miss Black. Could you please make sure she gets my gift?”

“Sure, Mr.Larsson but I don't know if Miss Black will accept your present.” Rhea gave to consider.

“Please let her know this gift is connected to our next date. Could you please do this for me?”

“Of course, Mr.Larsson. Will you bring it here yourself or…”

“No, I ordered a delivery service and it should arrive tomorrow morning at the latest.”

“Okay, Mr.Larsson. I'll give Miss Black a call so she can collect it from here. Have a nice day, Mr Larsson and thank you for booking Miss Black again.”

“You're welcome, Rhea. Miss Black is lovely and the most amazing woman. She's the finest woman I've seen in ages.” Loki said enthusiastically.

“Oh, Mr. Larsson, that's very kind of you, and you're so generous. You should tell her, she deserves to know that,” Rhea told him enraptured.

“I'll do, Rhea, promised. Have a nice day and thanks again.” Loki ended the call and hopefully, you would go with him to the event and accept the present he bought for you.

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You were preparing your dinner when you got a message from Rhea. You opened it on your phone and she asked you to come to the agency's office tomorrow around noon. You sent her a short confirmation and continued cooking. What could she want? Tell you that more appointments got cancelled? You had no idea why it happened frequently in the last few days but it seemed a lot of men had the flu these days. Hopefully, it hadn't to do with you as a person that the men cancelled the dates. You were sad you hadn't heard from Luke. It seemed you had been right. He had had you in the sheets and now he wasn't interested in you and your company anymore.

You missed him and his ridiculously pretty face, his stupid soft curls and the way he used to look at you, the warmth he radiated when he was around you and the attention he gave you. You growled quietly and scolded yourself for always thinking of him. He shouldn't be always on your mind. Where was the professional distance you wanted to keep? Before you went to bed you took the only piece out of the drawer you had of him. You craved his presence. A longing between your thighs made you finger yourself again, your nose buried deeply into the softness of his scarf, inhaling his scent and in the morning light when you woke up, you still held his scarf in your hand.

Around noon you arrived at your agency, nervous for what Rhea wanted to tell you.

“Glad to see you again, dear. How's it going”

“I'm doing good, how about you?”you asked Rhea.

“I'm fine, thank you, honey. Take a seat.“

“Thanks. I'm sure I'm not here because you have nothing else to do or to just have a chit-chat with me…” and you passed her your small travel bag to store it for you and sat down on the chair.

“I'd love to have some chit-chatting with you but no, I need to tell you that I just got a cancellation for your appointment tonight…” Rhea said, busily tapping on the keyboard of her laptop.

“Really? Is there anything I can do better? I'm slowly getting nervous about it, it's always my appointments,” you complained.

“Don't worry, dear, it's not your fault, you still got payment for tonight and I think it's just the flu going around and some men called me after making an appointment to tell me what type of hair colour they prefer and it just didn't match yours. That's definitely not your fault, darling. You could continue studying tonight or just take a relaxing bath. Enjoy some spare time, you work a lot.”

“Yeah, maybe you're right, I should do that.”

“That's what I wanted to hear, honey. Buuut …there's something else…” Rhea sounded enthusiastic.

“Don't make it so exciting, please”

“You made a really big deal, you have an appointment for a gala dinner with a reception with champagne, hosted by one of the most important diplomats, Mr.Smith. I once saw an interview with him. He's an attractive, charming man I can tell you,” Rhea gushed.

“Is there a little shade of pink on your cheeks, Rhea?” you mocked her jokingly.

“What?... Of course, not…ahmm yeah, right…ahm back to the topic…the reception and the gala dinner. It'll happen tomorrow evening at 7.30, Walker will pick you up at 6.30 and drive you to the location,” and she grinned from ear to ear.

“What's your big smile about and why will I meet the client directly? I'm used to meeting a client at Vivian's Velvet first?” you asked her curiously.

“There's no need for that, dear. Any idea who your date is, hm?” she asked knowingly.

“Nooo, you tell me, please,” and you got an answer you hadn't expected anymore.

“It's Mr.Larsson, dear,” she said and gave you a bright smile.

“What? I thought he would never book me again. We haven't heard anything from him for one week but wow, that's awesome. I'm glad, I think it's a privilege to go there with him.” You were genuinely glad and utterly relieved. He still wanted to spend time with you. That was more than you deserved after the last time you saw him.

“That's fantastic and of course, I'll escort him, I'm looking forward to it. Please send him my confirmation.”

“With pleasure, honey…and wait…he left something for you…,” and Rhea picked something up from the floor under her desk.

“He was here?” You asked and you remembered the scarf you had forgotten at home. But now you could give it back to him personally.

“No, he wasn't, a delivery service brought it this morning,” and she handed you a longish black box, tied with a glossy satin ribbon and a sumptuous satin-finish bow decorating the centre of the box.

“Wow…that looks gorgeous and expensive. I'm not sure if I can accept such a gift,” you stated doubtfully.

“Do you know what's in it?” you asked Rhea.

“No, I don't but whatever it is, Mr.Larsson seems to like you quite a lot. He only told me that it's related to your date with him.” Rhea wiggled her eyebrows.

“Nahh, I'm sure it's just something he wants me to wear for the gala dinner, something to his liking. Maybe he thinks I've nothing in my closet for an event like this. And if it's a dress I doubt it has the right size. Or it's some kinky stuff perhaps?” you joked and you both chuckled.

“Maybe… May I ask how the intimacy with him was? I don't want to hear any details, I just want to know if he has been nice to you,” Rhea asked concernedly.

“He was wonderful but I'm sure I made a beginner's mistake. I tried to stay detached and separate myself from it, I tried to perform, you know. But I failed and he noticed. My performance was just …awful and I thought it cost me his attention and bookings. And to be honest, Rhea I don't think I can do this with any other man,” you told her sadly.

“It's never easy, dear and you don't have to do it at all. It's completely your decision and I totally get it that you just want him. He's so beautiful and charming, someone who radiates strength and responsibility. It wouldn't be a surprise for me if he captures your heart. And about the gift…he insisted that you accept it. Whatever it is in that box, darling, please, send me a photo, okay? I need to know what's in this gorgeous-looking box,” Rhea seemed more excited than you but it made her even more likeable.

“Of course, Rhea. Will do. But I won't fall for him, okay? It would violate my rules.”

“Everything is only your decision, dear and yours alone. Just don't miss a chance to meet someone who could be more to you. It happens that an escort lady falls in love with her client and he falls in love with his escort lady. If it's mutual then there's nothing wrong or bad about it. Why not give in to that feeling? Don't be too hard on yourself,” Rhea said.

“It's not that easy for me and I might better stay alone. Okay, then…is there anything else that you want to talk about with me?” You asked her.

“No, darling that's all for today. Thanks again for coming,” Rhea answered kindly and you got up from the chair you were sitting on.

“No worries. Can't wait to unpack the box. Bye Rhea, and thank you for always listening to me.” You said kindly.

“Bye, darling and take care. Enjoy the gala dinner,” and Rhea waved at you and stored your bag next to her chair while you were already heading for the door with the box under your arm.

“Will do!” You waved back, left the office and headed back home.

Later in your apartment, you placed the box on the kitchen counter. You opened the fridge and poured some water into a glass. While staring at the elegant package you took several sips of water, briefly noticing how thirsty you had been. Why would Luke give you a gift? Should you leave the box unopened? But it would be impolite to ignore his gift. You still could give it back to him in case you didn't like the content of the box. What was his intention? He had an intention, right? Of course, he had. Smart bastard. You grinned at the thought of him. You liked him, more than you should, this untouchable, sometimes grumpy guy but he treated you with respect and decency and the way he tried to show others that you ‘belonged’ to him as long as you were his companion at an event made you feel safe and protected, and it made you feel valued.

You still had big problems to solve but when you were together with him, he eased your mind and you could breathe again. Somehow it seemed he could be your way out of your fucked up situation. You enjoyed every minute of being together with him. But you couldn't allow yourself to fall for him. Nonetheless, you've missed him and you couldn't wait for tomorrow evening to see him again. In light of that, you had a free afternoon and evening tonight, and you considered meeting your best friend Gabby later. You haven't seen her for weeks and you have a lot to tell her. You risked a little peek into the box and closed it rapidly.

"Oh.My.Goodness,” you murmured unbelievingly. You opened the box again, completely this time and you couldn't believe what you were seeing there. Against a bed of black tissue paper, a dark-green silk dress nestled in there. You ran a hand over the green silk and a smile curved your lips.

“Incredible” you whispered. You had worn several pricey and elegant dresses but none of them compared to this one. The urge to try it and wrap your body in it overtook you.

You sucked in a sharp breath when you stood in front of your mirror because the dress fitted perfectly. The deep V-neck emphasized your cleavage and transformed your breasts into something luscious, the colour gave your skin an ethereal glow. The skirt was floor length and had a tempting slit up one side and the elegantly crossed spaghetti straps turned your back into a real eye-catcher. Every silken inch of the gorgeous evening gown clung to your body as if it were tailored for you. It shimmered brightly every time you moved. It seemed he remembered every curve and every detail of your body and he saw you naked just once. But it seemed to be enough for him to find this perfect gown for you.

You never wanted to be a dressed-up doll again for a man, never again wearing something just for a man’s liking. But you saw clearly that it mattered who gave a dress like this to you. It was chosen with so much care and love. Luke's choice was perfect, he knew exactly what you would like to wear. He was perfect, honestly too perfect to be real. You took this dream of a dress off again and when you wanted to put it back into the box you saw an envelope lying in the box, a handwritten letter in it.

My lovely

Sugar,

When you read this letter, you have already seen the evening gown I would love to give to you. I hope fervently, that you like it and that it fits you well. I'm sure you look stunning in it and I would feel honoured if you would wear it for the gala dinner. But it's completely your decision if you want to wear it or not. I'm just glad to meet you again. You can definitely keep it, it's made just for you.

Please don't be mad at me that I haven't booked you for days but I've been busy. Maybe against your expectations, I still would love to have you as my companion at events.

I know our professional relationship is not about emotions or any private things but I hope you still want to see and escort me.

I missed you and your company and I also haven't forgotten our shared night. Thank you for allowing me to have you and for the nice words you said to me before I left. I'm still convinced that I'm not a tender lover but your words mean a lot to me.

I'm excited to see you again for the gala dinner on Saturday, at least I'm hoping for it and I hope we'll have a wonderful time there. Take care, sweet thing!

Devotedly yours,

Luke

Your mouth stood open, your eyebrows raised. Why did this feel like a love letter? He owed you nothing, at least an explanation why he hadn't booked and met you. Of course, you would definitely wear this dress for the gala dinner. You couldn't wait to see him again and tell him how much you liked the dress he had chosen for you and how much you appreciated his gift. Now you definitely needed to see Gabby and you send her a message if she would like to meet you in Central Park later this afternoon.

“Heeyyyy, it has been ages, y/n… How's it going? Gabby greeted you, a box of donuts in her hand. Gabby has been your best friend since you moved to New York five years ago. You met her at a grocery store and since then you have been best friends. You two just matched perfectly. She was the only person who knew that you had lost your job and what you were now doing for a living.

“I'm doing good, how about you?” you asked her and you hugged each other. You took a short walk through the park and Gabby gave you an update on her life and her family. You found a vacant bench and took a seat, the box with donuts placed between you.

“Spill the beans, dear…did you meet any hot guys and escort them to fancy events?” she asked you curiously, taking a donut out of the box and biting into it.

“I met a lot of guys in the past months,” you answered and took a donut out of the box, too.

“And? Any husband material among them?” She wanted to know and took another bite of the pastry.

“You know I'm not looking for a husband, I don't need that.”

“C'mon, dear…don't tell me you didn't meet at least one hot lad,” she said, grinning at you. “Uhhh…you're blushing, baby” she teased you.

“I'm not blushing…” you stated vehemently, feeling the heat in your face. How embarrassing.

“Tell me everything about him, I want every detail.” Gabby shifted curiously back and forth on the bench.

“There's not much to tell…”

“I don't believe you…There's something in your eyes, come on, tell me about him,” Gabby insisted.

“He's tall, lean, with broad shoulders and a slender waist, endless long legs, every muscle of his body perfectly defined, his big hands know how to hold you, his beautiful blue eyes are staring into my soul like no one's eyes did before and his long black curls are an invitation to bury your nose and your fingers in it…and he always smells so good. But most importantly he's nice, eloquent and smart and he knows how to treat you like a lady, even if you're far away from being one.”

“Summarized, the guy is hot,” Gabby said, biting lustfully into her donut.

“And? Could he become your new boyfriend?” she mumbled.

“You know my rules, Gab, never fall in love with a client,” you answered, upset.

“Sure… you already failed, you have the heart-eyes, dearie” she teased you.

“That's not the only failure,” you murmured sadly.

“What do you mean?” Gabby questioned concernedly.

“I slept with him,” you continued, staring to the ground.

“What? Generally, it's not a failure but you just wanted to escort men to events or parties but you never wanted to have sex with them,” Gabby sounded genuinely concerned. “Why did you change your mind?”

“Because of my financial situation, my rent and the rent for mum's nursing home increased…and… I'm living really large.“

“Bullshit, we both know that's not true… was he nice to you, some men are… rampant when it's not their own girl they have sex with …”

“He was lovely and careful, he treated me with respect like he always does,” you answered silently.

“It wasn't easy to do it, was it?”

“With him it was, I feel kinda safe with him…otherwise, I couldn't have done it,” you explained.

“Sooo, you could enjoy it? Did you have lots of fun with him? Was he good with his…You know you deserve to have some fun, girl…bad enough you had to do it because you need more money.”

“Gabby, it's not about having fun. I don't want… not…with him…he's…he's…,” you stuttered and interrupted her harshly before she interrupted you again.

“...the sexiest guy? The hottest shit in town? The best you’ll ever get?” she questioned wonderingly.

“Don't make it just sexual. He's more than that…I'm… sure. If I just want to have sex I could have it with every man I escort,” you answered, trying to sound convinced.

“And, do you?” she wanted to know.

“Do what?”

“Having sex with the hottest or wealthiest men in town, you escort to events or to who knows what and had fun in bed with them?”

“No!” you answered harshly.

“Okay, so you don't want to have sex? Nasty, toe-curling sex?”

“No, I don't want to have… yes, I want it, but I want it just with him since…since…”You stuttered again.

“Since you got laid by him and since he did it right? The way you need it and deserve it? There's nothing wrong about it, get your cake and eat it. So why do you think it was a failure?” when Gabby talked about it, everything sounded so easy.

“I faked it,” you said sheepishly.

“Faked what?”

“My climax, I faked my climax.” You told her meekly.

“Are you serious? Why?” she asked unbelievingly.

“I wanted it to be done, it felt too good and I was afraid to give in to my emotions and enjoy the intimacy with him.”

“Why would you want it to end quickly when it felt so good? I don't get it.” Gabby smiled at you.

“I don't know, I'm just used to quickies, a man done within five minutes, not caring about what I want, not listening to me what I need…”

“But he hadn't finished within five minutes,” Gabby confirmed.

“No, he took his time with me”

“And you didn't want that?” Gabby asked unbelievingly.

“No…Yes…Damn Gab, I'm afraid to fall in love with him. And I'm sure he'd never want to be with someone like me, so my feelings for him would be futile,” you said whiney.

“You're afraid of loving him because he makes you feel good? Girl, you deserve to enjoy life and sex. Bad enough you have to make your money as an escort. Damn y/n let him fuck you into oblivion. Go and get your man! Fuck him, love him, marry him, have babies with him and leave that fucking agency.” she told you vehemently.

“If only I could, but I can't.” You retorted dejectedly.

“Of course, you can. You had a damn well-paid, serious job before. Why don't you work for another marketing agency? Do you just hesitate because of that damn bloody asshole you wasted the last five years on?”

“It wasn't like that right from the beginning…and it's not that easy...”

“Don't make me angry, dearest, I don't want to talk about that prick ever again. He's gone and he shouldn't affect your life anymore. Finish studying, look for another job quickly and grab Mr. Hotshot.” Gabby said, trying to encourage you.

“It's not that easy, studying is expensive, I have to pay my bills…”

“What are you not telling me, sweetheart? Hey, it's me, your old friend Gabby…I'm all ears, always,” she offered you.

You didn't know what to answer her but you couldn't tell her about every issue that plagued you and you just looked sadly at her.

Gabby didn't insist further on an answer, she knew sooner or later you would tell her everything about your problems and to pressure you wouldn't be successful.

“Is he the only one of your clients you have sex with?” Gabby wanted to know.

“Yes, he was the first and he'll be the only one. He's the only one imaginable for me,” you answered her genuinely.

“Does he know?”

“No, I try to stay a mystery, I don't want him to like me too much or to care too much about me,” you said calmly.

“And you're sure this is going to work?” Gabby raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

“We both keep it as a professional relationship,” you shrugged your shoulders.

“Of course, you do. Does he have extra females? Or just you and you only?” curiosity in her voice.

“I don't know. He's not obliged to tell me.”

“No sneaky stuff with other women? Girl, he wants to love you. He could have any woman but he wants you, he pays to see you. Will you see him again? Will you try to meet him again?”

“He has already booked me again, yes. For a fancy gala dinner and…he gifted me a dream of a silk evening gown,” and you showed her a photo of you, dressed in it, standing in front of your mirror.

“Gosh, girl you look amazing in that dress… and you want to tell me he just wants you as his escort? That evening gown is perfect. He did that on purpose and if you ask me, he has already left the ‘professional relationship area’. He wants to parade you around like: hey everyone, look at my stunning girl and she's mine, no one dares touch her and I'll protect her at any cost … I'd love to know what he looks like. I'm sure you're a gorgeous couple…”

“Forget it, I won't show you a photo of him. I protect my clients’ privacy. And I'm sure it's not his intention to parade me around. He just wanted to make sure that I'm properly dressed for said event.”

“If you say so,” and a knowing smile showed upon her face.

“Are you going to have sex with him again?”

“If he's open to it. I'd like to erase my mistake and maybe we can both have satisfying sex.”

“Hey, do it, enjoy it, there's nothing wrong with it,” Gabby assured you.

“But I let him pay for it. I need the money but to let him pay doesn't feel right somehow,” you complained.

“That's true but that's the deal. An escort lady gets paid. Fact is, if he is such a good-looking guy with a decent character he could have any woman, I suppose but he wants to be with you and is willing to pay for your service, whatever your services include. Give him and yourself a chance. But promise me to be always careful, you'll never know what's going on in a man’s head,” she said concernedly.

“I promise to take care of me and Walker looks after me when I'm on a date, intimate or not,” you tried to soothe her concern.

“Yeah, that's good. I'm glad he's there for you.”

“Yeah, I'm glad to have him. He makes me feel safe when I'm on a date,” you said, well aware that he was not the only one who gave you that feeling.

******************

Loki sat on a bench in Central Park on this sunny afternoon and read a few pages of his book. He recently got confirmation from Rhea, that you will escort him to the gala dinner tomorrow. He was excited to meet you. Would you wear the dress? It would be marvellous. The park was crowded with people jogging, parents playing with their kids and students sitting on the lawn and having lively discussions. People walked by his bench, talking, and laughing and some of them just silently walked side by side. Loki minded his own business and kept reading. When two women walked along the way, one of them telling funny stories about her kids, he looked up from his book for a brief moment, when they had already passed his bench and he just saw the backs of the casually dressed ladies.

The only thing that caught his attention were the trainers of the woman who listened to the other woman, who was talking. He liked the shoes’ colour, dark green, his favourite colour. He frowned and continued reading. He was sure he had seen trainers like these before. It seems, that green trainers are the trend this year.

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[headmate-gambling]

（⭒ ˘ ˘） the crimson dealer has dealt your hand. Let's see..

　��　　　　　　dealers choice - shio kobe

🩸 ᛝ Names ┈ Shio , Lace , Dollie , Dollette ,

♠️ ᛝ Pronouns ┈ she / her , shi /hir , vow/vows , dee/devote , sh♡/h♡r, love/loves ,

🩸 ᛝ Genders ┈ buberry , crusheayne ,

♣️ ᛝ Source ┈ Shio , Post Satou (Happy Sugar Life)

🩸 ᛝ Age ┈ 17 , Perma17, TeenAdultflux , Ageslider, 17-21

♦️ ᛝ Cis IDs ┈ Delusions , Sweet , Shy , DPD , Anxiety, Paranoid , Depression , Stockholm Syndrome , HyperDependent , Isolated

🩸 ᛝ Trans IDs ┈ TrisHallucinations , TransObsession , PermaVictim , PermaKidnapped , PermaInLove , PermaDating , PermaAbused , TransObsessiveDPD , Trans Hampster Personality Disorder , TransBPD , TransHistronicPD , TransTBMC , PermaFpCareabled , Blueberryscentic , TransPleasant , TransMemoWipe , TransPositiveOutlook

♥️ ᛝ Para(s) ┈ 💌 , 🔭 , 🧵 , 🍭 , ⛓️

🩸 ᛝ Roles ┈ Devotee , Advocate , Assidumate , Attentionmate , Battery

♠️ ᛝ Likes ┈ Sweets , Baking , Cleaning , Plushies , Candy , Blueberries , Strawberries , Bunnies

🩸 ᛝ Dislikes ┈ Being Abandoned , Silent Houses , Open windows , Mess , Spicy things

♣️ ᛝ Personality ┈ Shy and sweet outwardly, Inside she is very paranoid and worried about constant perceived abandonment. She struggles on a day to day basis with making decisions without someone there to guide her thoughts and emotions the 'correct' way.

🩸 ᛝ Possible Triggers ┈ Positive ; Baking , Cleaning , Candy , Neutral ; Mentions of Satou , Positive or negative attention , Strawberries , Negative ; Being Alone at home , People flirting with her , Negative mentions of Satou , Her source family

♦️ ᛝ Interaction ┈ Interact Gently

🩸 ᛝ Description ┈ She is a very paranoid teenager. She wishes she could see Satou again after the events on the roof. She's started hearing her voice, but that's not enough. She loves her life in fear of Satou truly being gone. Solution? Satou isn't really gone. Shio has begun to hallucinate Satou, and she feels so loved. Even day, Shio cooks and cleans, but she doesn't think she's doing all the work. It's her loving and caring Satou, making sure her life is perfect beyond the grave. This hallucination helps her, and she loves Satou dearly. Satou is her family, the only family that matters to her. Satou takes care of her, inside of her distorted reality. But she does crave attention from someone. Someone with flesh and blood she can feel hold her. She's trying to have a positive outlook, but this is deeply affecting her.

[bubbles0bop]

The Way of the House Husband

Tatsu Tending to a Pregnant Miku

Contains: mentions of pregnancy, string language, fluff

Snow fell on the rooftops of every house in town. Miku was home alone this afternoon, patiently waiting for her husband to return from the store as she lounged in bed.

There really wasn't much to do on such a lazy day like this one, not particularly feeling the urge to do anything other than this. The last few months had been of a similar routine, feeling a restless sort of fatigue as she went through the duration of her pregnancy.

Tatsu returns home from his grocery run, promptly slamming open the door with his foot, arms filled with brown grocery bags. He calls to his wife from the front door, expecting to hear her response from the cracked bedroom door.

When he is greeted by silence, worry envelopes his mind as he slams the bags down on the kitchen counter. Tatsu swiftly makes his way towards to bedroom door positioning himself right outside of it, holding an imaginary finger gun to his chest.

He listens intently as he hears what appears to be his loving wife grumbling in pain from inside!

"Miku!" He exclaims, bursting through the door to catch whatever jackass had taken his wife hostage. He pointed the finger gun around the room, frantically gazing the area only to be found with his wife snuggled under the covers with a hand over her stomach.

"Tatsu..." She groans, throwing a dramatic hand over her forehead. "The pain... The pain is unbearable! This is it for me..." The expecting mother tosses her head to the side, feigning death.

Tatsu falls dramatically to his knees at her bedside, reaching a hand out to her and even wiping away some nonexistent tears.

"Oh Miku! This can't be- there's no other explanation! You must have been poisoned... Who did this to you?!" He exclaims while grabbing his wife's smaller hands into both of his as if she was truly on her death bed.

"No... No it's much worse, Tatsu... I'm starving" Her voice is laced with weary and pain, playing along with the act. "Can you make me some brownies?" Miku sticks out her lips in a pleading pout.

"Of course, Miku ! How could I ever let my wife and baby starve like this?! So ignorant..." He wipes one remaining 'tear' from his cheek, as he hastily makes his way to the kitchen.

In a flash, all of the ingredients were hastily slammed on the kitchen counter. He followed the instructions to a T, throwing various kitchen items into a bowl. Eggs, sugar, butter, and chocolate chips, all being whisked into a large bowl with some much force that it could kill a man.

The batter was poured into a baking platter and thrown (literally thrown) into the oven and set to 350°.

Tatsu waited patiently for the beep of the oven, causally looking through household magazines and circling items off his shopping list in a very domestic way.

Eventually, after some waiting, the critical sound of the oven beep sounded through the kitchen and he sprinted to attend to the freshly baked goods. Pulling the brownies out of the oven he rushed over to the counter to check the instructions one last time- reading, "Let brownies rest out of the oven for 15 minutes to cool."

"What the hell?! My wife is dying in there and you expect me to wait for another 15 minutes to serve her her food?!"

Tatsu, trying to find an innovative solution, grabs his oven mitts and waves them in the air in a fan-like motion. He screams with intensity as he watches the brownies closely so any signs of them cooling.

In a matter of minutes, Tatsu is able to present the dish to his patiently waiting wife in their shared bedroom.

"Eat up." He declares as he presents her with some precisely cut brownies.

"Oh! Thank you so much, Tatsu! But.. Honestly, I'm kind of having a craving for Ramen now..."