#they suddenly both changed for me from when i was last on them earlier today so

[velociheroviridi]

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It's been so many years since I first pondered the question and learned the harsh truth. There were once things only given to the chosen few - an unnecessary scarcity

But NOW

FINALLY

my prayers have been answered. We of the Android clan have finally seen the setting of the sun and the rise of the moon. Let it be known, that we finally have it in our grasp!

DARK MODE

ON BOTH TIKTOK AND SNAPCHAT

NEVER AGAIN WILL I BE BLINDED IN THE DARKNESS, NEVER AGAIN SHALL I FEAR THE LIGHT

I AM FREE

[woso-dreamzzz]

Breakfast IV

Ellie Carpenter x Daniëlle van de Donk x Child!Reader

Summary: The trip to the Maldives

"You can smile, you know," Mamma says," It won't hurt."

You don't give her the satisfaction, shovelling more food into your mouth.

"Oh? Giving me the silent treatment but now smile? Come on. Smile." Mamma pokes at your cheeks until the corners of your mouth lift up begrudgingly. "There's my beautiful girl. What's got you so grumpy?"

"It's hot," You complain.

Mamma laughs. "Well, maybe you would be less hot if you didn't insist on sleeping with me and Ellie last night."

"Should have kicked Ellie out. You've had me longer," You mutter but Mamma keeps laughing and presses a soft kiss to your hairline. You look behind you. "Is Ellie up yet? I'm bored."

"I thought you were hot."

"Mamma! I can be both!"

"Ellie's still sleeping," Mamma says," How about we head out and grab some ice cream if you're so hot?"

You look at Mamma suspiciously for a moment but then run to get your shoes before she changes her mind.

It's Christmas break and you're in the Maldives with Mamma and Ellie. You don't really like it much. It's too hot and the ocean makes your hair go all weird and Ellie's being extra annoying.

You made your truce in France so you don't really think it applies here.

Ellie's being extra annoying because of the heat, you think, because she threw you in the sea yesterday when you weren't ready all because you ate some of the snacks from Australia she'd brought with her.

You thought that was kind of mean because Ellie's an adult and you're only little and Mamma always says sharing is caring. Ellie should have acted like an adult and not thrown you in the sea.

You're good at swimming though so it didn't matter and you kicked her in the shin when you got back to shore and Mamma didn't even tell you off for it.

You get ice cream with Mamma and immediately beeline to her bedroom as soon as you're back.

"Ew! Why are your fingers sticky?!" Ellie demands as she wakes up.

You shovel more ice cream into your mouth, wiping off your hands against her arm.

"You got ice cream without me? Daan, how could you?!"

You knew she's joking around now and you've sufficiently annoyed her for today so you skip back to the lounge to watch some tv.

You know that Mamma and Ellie are kissing and being gross because you can hear them giggling and you know that's what they do when they kiss because you walked in on them once.

"Mamma! Ellie's being mean again!" You exclaim when they finally come back in and Ellie gives you a noogie on your head.

"Ellie! Leave her alone!"

"Daan! Your pipsqueak is trying to bite me again!"

"Y/N! Be nice!"

You stick your tongue out but keep your teeth to yourself as Ellie laces up her shoes and throws your own at you.

There's something about you that Ellie can admit that she'll never get. You're slightly feral at times. It shouldn't be endearing but it is and Ellie hopes that never changes even as you try to shove her off the boardwalk and into the ocean.

You're pushing with all your miniscule might but Ellie's refusing to budge. In an impressive show of strength, she picks you up and throws you over her shoulder as she walks to the oceanside bar that's nearby.

"If you're going to give me alcohol, Mamma will be mad," You say as she comes back from ordering drinks, having dropped you off at an empty table.

"I'm not giving you alcohol," Ellie says, dipping her hand into her purse a bit nervously.

"Unless it's in ice cream," You reply," Mamma lets me have ice cream that's got champagne in it when we go to the theatre. Can we get ice cream?"

"You've already had ice cream today, pipsqueak," Ellie reminds you, rolling something around her fingers.

"But you wanted ice cream earlier. I won't tell Mamma if you let me have some."

Ellie rolls her eyes fondly at you before suddenly turning serious.

You notice the switch instantly and it's like you immediately put your walls back up. You go stiff and rigid and look at her as suspiciously as the first time she slept around. One of her hands comes up to take yours but you pull away.

"Pipsqueak," She says gently," It's okay."

You shake your head. "Is something bad happening?" You ask, eyes darting around," Ellie, you're being weird. Stop it."

It's clear that you're panicking now but still rooted to your seat. You look like you're going to bolt at any moment and Ellie doesn't know if she has the wherewithal to catch you before you disappear.

It's now or never.

She slides you what she had hidden in one of her hands.

You stop breathing and suddenly it's Ellie's turn to panic now.

"I..." You say, staring down at what is now cradled in your palm," I...I don't understand."

"I want to marry your Mamma," Ellie says to you. She reaches out for you again.

You let her.

"I don't want to be temporary in your or her lives. I really want to marry your Mamma."

You pop open the box to look at the ring.

"And I know we have a truce but I don't think it covers this. So, I need to ask. Are you okay with this? Is this alright with you?"

You're still not looking at her. "But...But why? I'm mean to you all the time. I get you all sticky with ice cream and I know you don't like walking to school with me when we can just drive. Why are you staying?"

"I love your Mamma, pipsqueak," Ellie says," Can I tell you a secret?"

She moves to sit on your side of the table, gently bringing you closer in case any sudden move will startle you.

"I love you too."

Your eyes starting stinging with tears.

"And I promise that I don't actually care if you put your sticky ice cream hands on my skin or make me walk half an hour in the rain when the car journey is basically ten minutes. I want all of that with you and your Mamma but only if you want that too."

You look up at Ellie and clamber onto her lap, curling up so you can press your ear against her chest and listen to the beating of her heart.

When you come back to the villa, Daan knows that you're acting weird. You're a little jumpy and you can't seem to make eye contact.

Ellie's no help, telling her nothing of what you've done to waste almost three hours together. She just shrugs and shepherds you into their room for your usual afternoon nap.

"You know how she is," Ellie says after getting you settled," The heat's getting to her a bit." She offers up no other explanation but that one before heading out again.

Daan's left to stew in her own worries for a few hours before familiar feet draw her attention.

"Did you have a good nap?"

She cranes her head back to look at you, brow furrowing as she does so.

You've changed out of what you were wearing earlier, with your shoes already on and holding hers in your hand.

"Have we got plans?" She teases when you force her into her shoes and drag her out the door.

You don't answer, holding your Mamma's hand tightly. You pull her along the walkway to the beach, weaving through the sparse trees to where Ellie's waiting for you both.

"What are you two troublemakers doing?" Daan asks," Wearing the same clothes now? What have you planned?"

You drop her hand to stand next to Ellie, who leans down to whisper something in your ear. You giggle before going to grab something out of Ellie's bag.

Ellie smiles.

She steps closer.

She gets on one knee.

Daan says yes before she even asks.

You throw confetti into the air.

[a-small-safe-place]

His Haven Pt. 3

Part 1 Part 2

Homelander x Psychiatrist!Reader

Homelander had arrived at your office earlier than your usual meeting time. You had asked him to be there around an hour earlier than your scheduled session. He was putting on a fake smile; he was always good at that. Homelander thought he knew what was happening. You were dropping him as a client. You had to be. You had all but threatened it the last time he came to your house when he was desperate for someone to talk to or even just be around. When his reflection was saying things that were beyond harsh and his penthouse felt a little too empty. Even if you did drop him as a client, he didn’t plan on going anywhere, but it bothered him that you would have even tried.

Homelander stepped into the office without knocking, like he always did. He knew that bothered you, but he didn’t need to knock. It was obvious to him when someone else was in the room, and you would not be dumb enough to book someone over his time with you. He immediately noticed your heart beating faster and the stink of adrenaline all over your body. You were afraid. The smell of adrenaline was fresh, so that meant one thing: you were afraid of him.

Homelander took his seat across from you. You smiled a fake smile before asking, “How are you today?” He wanted to gripe about you, tell you that you had no reason to be afraid of him right now, tell you that even if you tried to drop him as a client, he wasn’t leaving. “Fine,” is all he says with an irritated tone. “What’s so important that I had to be here an hour before our meeting? You know I’m a busy man,” he scolds. Your heart rate spikes.

“Well, we’ve been having some issues with boundaries. Usually, I discuss these things in our first meeting, but since my contract with The Seven was a unique experience, I hadn’t bothered to have a boundaries talk with any of you, at least not an in-depth one.” After you finish talking, Homelander relaxes a bit. You weren’t trying to get rid of him. It was a relief. He figured since you were human; you probably didn’t notice the change in his demeanor, but in reality, it was a very noticeable change. He was like a feral cat finally calming down enough to eat or drink.

“Boundaries, boundaries, boundaries,” Homelander mocks a bit. “Is that all you doctors want to talk about? I thought you wanted to talk about me?”

“This is about you. It’s about both of us,” you counter. He stands back up and begins pacing a bit with his hands behind his back. “Look, we need to have boundaries. They are important. In our first session, I said that I am here for you, and I cannot be here for you if we have no boundaries. If these boundaries continue to be pressed, then I will recommend you to another psychiatrist, one that will be better suited to your needs.” It’s obvious this pisses him off enough that his mask drops. Homelander’s already thin lips flatten into a line of a scowl. At first, his eyes widen a bit, clearly shocked at your sudden assertiveness, but then narrowing somewhat out of anger. He is not looking at you. He’s looking in your direction but pointedly avoiding you or maybe looking through you. Homelander seems to be lost in thought or as if he has suddenly begun to disassociate.

“So you are dropping me?” he finally says. His voice is flat, and his eyes are somewhat glassy. “No. I am still your psychiatrist. We will just be working on our boundaries. It’s my fault. I should have discussed this with you the minute I realized we would be meeting regularly, and I should not have been so indulgent, but that stops now. We will both be good, okay? And you can continue to be my patient. But there will be no time for us outside of this office, and you will quit showing up at my house or following me home. I know you are lonely, but I cannot fill that loneliness as your psychiatrist. I can help you understand why you are having those feelings, but I cannot fix them.” You speak with a confidence that Homelander has never seen from you. He likes this attitude you have.

He ponders it for a moment before sitting back down. Homelander thinks he can make this work, for now. He will still get to see you and visit your house while you’re out. You’re still his. “Okay, I’ll behave,” Homelander says in a way that borders on pride and flirting. He feels somewhat proud of you for being so assertive with you, even if he’s not a huge fan of the outcome.

He knows you will come around eventually, and when you do, he will be waiting with a dinner reservation and the mirror on the ceiling of his bedroom freshly cleaned.

Tag list: @demodemo909 @misadventures0fdes

[curseofhecate]

MERRY CHRISTMAS, PLEASE DON'T CALL |LN4

an: This is obviously based on merry Christmas, palase don't call by the bleachers, which I have on repeat ever since it came out. Ik this is a bit depressing, but in a suckered for angst so you can't blame me. This is from the readers point for view.

w.c.: 1.3k

December 25th, Christmas.

Outside, the snow was falling softly, the glow of the streetlights casting a yellow glow over it. Her apartment was cold and dark and awfully quiet. Up until a few hours ago, the living room, the very room she was sitting in now, had been so warm, so full of life. 

This year it had been her turn to host the annual family Christmas gathering.The chaos of it had done a good job keeping her distracted. But her family had left hours ago. Normally, said gathering would drag on well into the evening, but this year her parents had left earlier, having flown over to London on Christmas Eve and with the excuse of needing to catch up with jet lag, while her sister and husband had left as soon as Nicole, her niece had started getting sleepy. 

That left her alone, in a messy apartment that suddenly seemed too warm, too bright, suffocating. It took another hour or so to clean up everything. And when everything was back to normal, she sat down on her couch in the living room, watching the snow fall outside with the lights off except for the lights on the christmas tree.

It is weird how fast time moves.

This time last year they were on their way back to his apartment from his parents house. He had taken her to meet this family, insisting that they would love her when she was nervously telling him they might think its too soon on the car ride there. And he was right. His family ended up loving her.

This time last year they were driving home, and when they’d get there, they would change into more comfortable clothes, her in hoodie that belonged to him which had a big 4 printed on the back which made Lando go crazy, and they'd settle down on the couch, covered in blankets and holding a steaming mug of hot chocolate each, while christmas movies played on the tv.

Two years ago today, she hadn’t even known he existed. Well, technically she did, since he was a famous formula 1 driver and all of that, but she’d never met him and she didn’t really care to do so. Two years ago right now, she would have been getting ready for that party her friends insisted she went to. 

That’s where she met him. A Christmas party, hosted by a friend of a friend. She wasn’t big on parties, she never had been. Normally she would sit back, maybe have a drink or two but never more and wait for the time to pass until it was acceptable to leave or until one of her friends decided to ditch. 

Lando was there with a girl, one he had been hooking up with at that fraction in time. And even though it wasn’t serious enough to turn into a relationship, they were friends above all and his plans had been cancelled last minute so he had decided to tag along. 

Now, Lando wasn’t really a loner, quite the contrary actually but he liked to befriend the people who were a bit more closed off. Besides, he had had a lot of practice getting to know his new teammate for next year and so, as soon as he was left alone, he walked up to the first person he judged as socially awkward. That was her.

And the rest was history. 

Two years later, whatever had started that night in December in a quiet corner of a party that neither of them should have really been there in the first place was long gone. Dead and buried under the pain that came with the conclusion that they couldn’t possibly work.

That’s the price that comes with being an F1 driver. And as much as they both would like to think that their relationship was full of happiness and love, the bad moments were nearly as much as the good ones. With him constantly gone and away for races and her too focused on her degree to be with him even when he wasn’t at the other side of the world made up for sure distraction. 

But maybe it was because he wasn’t ready for a relationship and the commitment that came with him or maybe it was because she was new at this and didn’t know how to let him know how she really felt. But most probably it was the fact that they couldn’t communicate their feelings with each other, mainly because they weren’t used to having to do so.

Whatever it was, the outcome was the same. Her sitting alone in a quiet apartment while he was away on a winter vacation, a ski trip somewhere in the french alps with a lot of his friends that had grown to be her friends too while they were still dating. 

She sighed, turning off her phone, not bearing to look at another of their friends' instagram story in which he was featured in. Lately she’d catch herself wondering how it would have been if they were still together. If they had fought for what they had instead of giving up once it all got too much.

She shouldn’t but on the nights she missed him a lot, she goes back and rereads their messages from when they were still dating. Sometimes she typed out paragraphs, asking him to talk or admitting that she never lost feelings and that she wants to try again, but she never sends them, because what would that do either way. 

They weren’t good for each other. They both knew that. He was struggling with his own problems and he couldn’t find a way to let her in, really let her in. And then it was the distance too. He wasn’t present enough, and even though that wasn’t his choice, it worked against them. They weren’t what the other needed, at least not at that moment in time.

Besides, he had moved on. It hadn’t even been a full month after their breakup before he was seen out with a well known model. And even though she knew better than to believe whatever the gossip pages claimed, the idea of him moving on so quickly still hurt.

Her phone dinged with a notification. She immediately reached for it, momentarily hoping that maybe he had reached out, but frowning as soon as she saw it was just a text from one of her friends who were spending the holidays away from London. 

For some reason a part of her wished that he would send her a message, saying merry christmas, maybe even asking her how’d she been. She knew it was wrong, and that it would only reopen old wounds but she couldn’t help but want a sign that he still thought about her from time to time, that he hadn’t forgotten him completely and that he still cared.

But even if he called, she didn’t know if she would be able to answer. He had put her through so much, not that he intended to, but it only proved that they weren’t right for each other.

It had been a hard decision to end things with lando. Because she loved him, she really did and she knew that he did too. But they weren’t what the other needed. In another timeline, under other circumstances they would have been perfect.

The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to cry. She shook her head, getting up and making herself a cup of chamomile tea, before settling back down on the couch, this time wrapped in a blanket, and turned on the tv ad pressing play on Love Actually, laughing a bit as she thought about lando had called it a dumb movie when she forced him to watch it with her around this time last year.

 Eventually, she fell asleep right there on the couch, empty tea mug on the coffee table and with the movie playing in the background. She could almost feel the ghost of his arms around her, rubbing her back and murmuring sweet nothings into her ear as she fell asleep.

And just as the ending credits started to roll on the tv, her phone screen lit up with a notification of an unread message.

[forestdeath1]

Poet

@prongsfoot-microfic

January 23, 1977

James lies with his eyes closed on the dusty bed in the Shrieking Shack, his nose buried in Sirius's waist. His left hand casually rests on his friend's thigh. Sirius, leaning against the headboard, is flipping through the pages of some yellowed book, faintly illuminated by the dying light of sunset seeping through the cracks of the old windows.

"What's that you're reading?" James mumbles sleepily into his friend's shirt.

"Some muggle poetry. Lily gave it to me," Sirius responds.

"Why does Lily give you books?" James lifts his head slightly.

"Because, unlike you, I'm not a toerag. I can actually talk to her without making a fool of myself, you know?"

"Oh, shut it," James exhales, lightly hitting Sirius's book with his hand before rolling onto his back. "She likes me."

"Of course, she does," Sirius agrees, without looking up from his book. "Everyone does."

"Right," James pretends not to hear the irony in Sirius's voice. Or maybe he genuinely doesn't.

"Muggles can write beautifully, did you know?" Sirius asks a few minutes later.

"Nah," James answers lazily, yawning and stretching. Today he had to get up even earlier than usual – Stone had set a penalty training for their team for "improper conduct on the field."

"Listen to this," Sirius starts reading, sliding his left hand into James's hair.

Sirius twirls a lock of James's hair around his finger while his voice fills the room with the dramas of human lives, clothed in rhymed lines. James looks at the log ceiling, studying the patterns of darkened grooves and scratches, listening. 

Sirius has a beautiful voice. He even makes poetry sound interesting. Poetry? Since when did James care about poetry? But with Sirius, even poetry seems fascinating.

Well, it's not like he's genuinely into poetry, but he likes how Sirius reads them – like he's the hero of these stories, not just a bystander.  If any of them has a refined soul, it's definitely Sirius, though he'd never admit it. 

This boy has a knack for finding the hidden poetry in the prose of life – something James has always lacked. Sirius – a lyrical child of the night. Daunting, dark, and dangerous, but only to those who haven't yet learned to understand it, who haven't seen that he is a reflection of the most dazzling white light.

"Do you like it?" Sirius asks after a while.

"Yeah," James whispers, turning back towards Sirius and pressing his face against his side, slipping his hand under the shirt to rest it on Sirius's chest. "Write me a poem," James looks up, smiling slightly.

Sirius laughs softly and clears his throat dramatically.

"Oh, James the Magnificent, greatest of the great, brightest of the bright..." he begins theatrically, extending his hand in a caricature of a gesture.

"And who's making a fool of themselves now?" James sighs, suppressing a chuckle, and lowers his head back to Sirius's waist. Sirius flicks him on the head in response.

They lie like that for a while. James hears the rustle of turning pages and the howling of the winter wind. He feels the warmth of Sirius's body under his palm. They're always warm, both of them. Moony often jokes that they can use them instead of warming charms for their dorm.

"Actually, I found a poem here," Sirius suddenly says, "just needs a little tweaking..."

"Tell me."

Sirius pauses for a moment, then flips through the pages and stops at the right one. James raises his gaze to him, looking up – Sirius has always dubbed this particular expression as 'the deer look'.

Sirius thoughtfully shifts his gaze from the book to James, smiles with one corner of his mouth, ruffles James's hair, and, returning his grey eyes to the book, quietly says:

"He is my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I think this love will last forever: am I not wrong?"

"What did you change?"

"Just the last line. It's originally about loss. 'I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.' But I like my version better. You?"

"Me too," James lifts himself on his elbows, presses against Sirius's ear, and whispers, "I think this love will last forever," then kisses him, moving lower down his neck and deeper, sliding his hand under the shirt. "You are not wrong."

___

October 31, 1981

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Funeral Blues by W. H. Auden

[novasjaneway]

Unimatrix Zero Parts I & II. This two part ep (like many other episodes) has me thinking about the subtle intimacy between Janeway and Seven. The ending of Unimatrix just gets me so good I just can't help sharing my thoughts about them.

Janeway: "Ooh, the doctor removed my spinal clamps but it will be awhile before I'm playing hoverball again." A playful Janeway is making jokes about recovering from the assimilation but meanwhile, a concerned Seven reaches out to hold her arm and steady her as she loses her balance. Repeat that, Seven is initiating contact with Janeway. I rarely see her do this with anyone. Janeway is so unguarded with her in this scene. Her vulnerability and trust with Seven seems to continuously grow.

Janeway: "If I ever imply its been easy on you these last few years, remind me about today."

Seven: "Noted." And she smiles with playful amusement at Janeway.

Janeway: "Unimatrix Zero might be gone but it looks like the resistance is alive and kicking. With any luck the collective may never be the same." Janeway says this as she casts a peculiar, perhaps seductive, look at Seven.

Seven: "Korok said he would try to maintain contact, keep us informed." Seven seems very pleased that Janeway is satisfied with the outcome and is behind her 100%. And then suddenly, Janeway is curious about something....

Janeway: "Have you heard from your friend?" Janeways voice drops down several registers and her eyes get super heavy, she practically whispers these words to Seven. She doesn't even speak his name. There seems to be alot of trepidation coming from Janeway about the outcome of Seven and her "friend". Is she concerned, or slightly jealous? The mood has definitely changed from playful business to intimate relations.

Seven: "No, but I don't expect to. Axums vessel is in a remote sector of the beta quadrant."

Janeway: long silent pause with an understanding nod. Why the long pause here Janeway? She's looking her over (perhaps waiting for something else to be said or considering her own feelings?) Janeway is rarely this quiet omg she's breaking my heart with her longing. She nods in understanding that Seven will likely never see Axum again, but there seems to be something else going on behind her eyes, some other kind of feeling that she's trying to supress...is it relief, curiosity, her own desires? Just ughghghgh...the long pause. I can't seem to get over it bc she is so quiet about whatever she's thinking and feeling. It's the way the camera lingers on her too, there is a whole story in that expression.

Seven: "If I ever imply that he was nothing more than a friend, remind me about today." There is a noticeable drop in Sevens register as she says this to Janeway. Also note that she is mirroring the phrase Janeway just recently used. Mirroring is a form of intimacy. There is also a hesitation in her soft spoken words that seems to echo back to earlier in the episode when Janeway asked her who Axum was. A trepidation of her own?

Janeway: THIS LOOK. What is she saying to us, to Seven, to herself? Seven has just revealed very personal information to her trusted friend. She IS capable of romance. Janeway, Kathryn, ma'am, captain...just go ahead, kiss the girl.

Clearly they both have feelings for each other and this scene feels like they're exploring those feelings together, treading very carefully. I can't forget that both of them, without hesitation, were on board with Janeway entering into Sevens psyche to even be in unimatrix zero. That's pretty intimate. All through this episode I kept picking up on intimate vibes between these two. A little bit of jealousy from janeway when she was commenting oh how Annika was enjoying her human side. (Was she jealous that Seven was enjoying her human nature with Axum and not with her?) A little bit of guilt coming from Seven when she remembered the true nature of her relationship with Axum. (Were her feelings for Janeway the source of this guilt?) Janeways startled look of surprise when seven first mentioned Axums name. Seven telling Axum that her name is Seven of Nine when he called her Annika. The way Seven and Janeway both look at each other when entering the mind meld. The fact that Janeway tells chakotay she will not pass up the opportunity to see unimatrix no matter how many headaches she gets from doing the meld. The mind melds themselves are intimacy! Without a hitch Janeway beats down the borg to protect seven, while Axum just stands there. Seven visits her in sickbay. The whole episode has me thinking about them very deeply and I'm in my comfort bay alcove.

[heavyhitterheaux]

My Favorite Person

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: fluffy goodness 🥹

Synopsis: Jack gives you the ultimate aftercare experience after not seeing you for three weeks

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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Requested by: a gorgeous anon 🥰

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Your head turned to look at the clock on the nightstand and the bright red numbers glared at you stating that it was around two in the morning. The number of orgasms that Jack had given you were far beyond single digits and he was currently placing kisses all over your body as you rode out what you assumed was your last orgasm of the night, but with your husband you never knew. 

He was making his way up your body and when he finally reached your face, he placed a kiss on both of your cheeks before placing one on your forehead as you were still trying to even your breathing.

"You okay, baby? You were such a good girl for me." Jack asked as you lazily nodded your head and brought him closer to you as you wrapped your arms around his neck and he simply laid on your chest for a few minutes as you played in his curls before he lifted his head to look at you.

"Go to the bathroom while I change the sheets." Jack said as he tried to get up, but you held on to him tighter.

"No."

"Come on, babe. And then you can sleep."

"I want you with me. I'm not taking a shower unless you join me." 

You had been without each other for almost three weeks and you didn't want to let him out of your sight.

"That can be arranged however, are you going to be able to stand up?" 

You rolled your eyes before answering him.

"Why do I need to stand up when my husband can simply carry me?" You curiously asked and all Jack did was smirk.

"Good point. Go run the water and I'm about to go downstairs. Do you want anything?" He asked while moving a few braids out of your face and placing a light kiss on your nose. 

"More kisses."

"I promise, baby. But I still need to make sure my wife is okay. You definitely didn't drink enough water today so that's what I'll bring you." Jack then leaned down to place several more kisses on your lips which you gladly accepted before standing up and taking you with him in the direction of the bathroom. He set you down on your feet and kissed you again before going downstairs to get you water and fresh sheets to put on the bed. 

You turned on the faucet and let it warm up as you got a shower cap to cover your hair. Rustling was heard in your bedroom and you could only assume that it was Jack changing the sheets. 

The water was warm enough for you to step in and once you did, you grabbed your warm coconut body wash, but was suddenly startled by Jack's arms wrapping around you from behind and him planting kisses along your neck. 

Jack then took the body wash from you and began to wash off the previous activities that were engaged in earlier that night. You had to reach up onto your tiptoes to wash Jack's hair and of course he made a comment about you being so little which earned him a pout from you, but he quickly made up for it by kissing your cheek. 

"I missed you so so much." Jack whispered against your lips before kissing them again.

"I missed you too." 

Once the two of you were finished, Jack dried you off and went to get a set of pajamas for you, but you quickly shook your head no. 

"I don't want to wear any."

"I don't want you to get cold though."

"How am I going to get cold when I have my human space heater?"

"Better for me so I can have easy access for later." Jack exclaimed and all you did was give him a blank stare.

"Don't even act like you don't want me to wake you up by eating you out like I did yesterday. Less clothes, the better."

"Same goes for you, just in case I wake up and want you in my mouth."

Without warning, Jack picked you up and led both of you out of the bathroom and proceeded to place you on the bed. He covered your hair and leaned down to kiss you as you gave him a smile in return.

Jack grabbed the coconut scented lotion on your vanity and told you to lay down while he put some on his hands to rub all over your body.

"I…. Jackman…."

"No funny business, I promise. Just want you to relax so you can sleep better. Lay back for me."

Jack started with your upper body and as soon as he was done with one section, he placed small kisses all over it before moving to the next one.

If he wasn't a rapper, he definitely would be a good masseuse.

When he was finally finished, he told you to sit up so that you could drink the water he had gotten for you when he had gone downstairs earlier.

"Drink at least half of this babe."

You quietly muttered something before following directions and Jack didn’t hear you clearly, but had an idea about what you said but wasn't 100% sure. 

"Baby, you drank enough of my cum earlier."

"Oh. I didn't know you heard me." You replied before laughing and Jack just shook his head while you finished drinking your water. 

Wanting to return the favor, you grabbed the bottle of lotion and began massaging it on Jack and as promised he was on his best behavior with no funny business getting involved. 

Once he got settled on his side of the bed, he pulled you on top of him and the sound of his heartbeat started lulling you to sleep. 

You would be out in ten minutes and it worked every single time. 

"You know you're my favorite person in the world, right?" Jack quietly whispered in your ear and you immediately nodded.

"And that's not ever going to change, because you'll always be mine too."

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Ready?

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Genre: Fluff and Smut

Pairings: Jungwon x Female bodied reader

A/N: I was so drained last week at school and I wrote the first part of this ff on my notes as a way to comfort myself. But, somehow, it turned into smut lmao. Anyways, the smut part is written amateurly because idrk how to write smut lol.

MINORS DNI

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You'd had enough of today; everything seemed to be against you, and your life had never felt as miserable as it did today. Upon returning home, all you wanted was to wallow in your room, skip dinner, and call it a rough day. However, your boyfriend had other plans.

"Love?" Worry was etched on your boyfriend's face as he saw your downtrodden expression peeking through your bedroom door. You dragged your backpack behind you and let out a deep sigh as you immediately collapsed onto the bed, groaning as your sore muscles finally began to relax after about 8 hours of tension. You looked up at Jungwon, who was still staring at you intently.

"Sorry, love. I'm so tired," you said with a guilty smile. You could see his worry dissipate into thin air, replaced by sympathy. "Have you eaten yet? How did you get into my room? Does Mom know you're here?" you asked.

"No. Yes, and yes," Jungwon muttered slowly as he made his way towards you on the bed. He wrapped his arms around your waist and then flipped you over, positioning himself on top of your back. For a brief moment, a flicker of alarm crossed your eyes, but it quickly subsided when you felt his warm and delicate palms start to massage your back. He kneaded lightly, almost feather-light, but somehow, you could feel it resonating throughout your entire body. You let out a satisfied groan. "Did you think I was about to do something else?" he teased, continuing to massage you.

"For a second, yes." You answered in all honesty.

Jungwon coughed, obviously taken aback by your answer. "Really?" he asked and you nodded. "Okay. So... Tell me about your day," he changed the topic quickly, humming softly.

You sighed, recalling everything that had happened today.

"Well, for starters, our Physics class was so challenging. I barely managed to grasp today's lesson." You paused briefly, groaning in pleasure. You squirmed slightly under Jungwon's touch and motioned for him to stop because you knew he was tired too, but he nodded reassuringly, letting you know he was more than happy to help you relax even a little. You smiled gratefully. "Next, we had three exams earlier, and I barely slept last night. Plus, tomorrow, we have an oral recitation in Chemistry and a practical exam in Biology. For our Social Science activity, I'm the group leader and for Calculus as well. I'm so tired, love." You were doing your best to hold back a whimper, especially as you felt Jungwon's grip tighten further in worry. You knew it wasn't the end of the world, but it certainly felt that way. Being a straight-A student who wasn't naturally gifted and needed time and doubled effort to actually understand concepts and lessons was both pressuring and hard.

"Do you want some ice cream, Love?" Jungwon cooed, slowly turning you over and leaving a trail of kisses from your forehead down to your jaw. He gazed down at you with his feline-like eyes. He rubbed comforting circles on the back of your hands, pulling your hands closer to his face and affectionately placing them next to his cheeks. "I'm sorry. You're still so young, but you hardly get to enjoy your teenage years."

You suddenly felt a lump in your throat; his words struck you like a sharp knife. It was true. You don't even have any friends, and all you ever did was push yourself to meet expectations. You felt the need to achieve something all the time, or else you'd be deemed worthless.

"At least I have you. I have you, so it's bearable," you uttered weakly, cupping his cheeks with the hand that he had placed next to his face. "I seriously don't know what I would do if you weren't here with me, Won." Tears welled up, and you clutched the hem of your royal blue uniform skirt, feeling warm tears trail down your cheeks. Jungwon held your hands again.

At this point, you didn't even know how to continue. You were so tired, so worn out. Every day felt the same, and every day you felt your identity rapidly fading away.

"I love you." Jungwon carefully wiped away your tears and rested his forehead on yours, humming a comforting tune. You could feel his warm breath on your damp cheeks, the sensation making your stomach churn. "I'm always here for you, Love." he whispered, letting your hands go. But then, his voice cracked in a funny way when you accidentally rested your hands on top of his clothed member.

Your sobs were cut shortly, and your eyes immediately widened as you fumbled to get your sinful hands as far as possible.

You looked at an equally wide-eyed Jungwon, laughing like a maniac at his flustered expression. Jungwon's face turn red in embarrassment. You honestly don't know what to feel right now. You are sad, worried, exhausted, embarrassed, and happy all the same time. It's confusing.

"Why does your voice crack still sound so good, love?" You chuckled, pretending that what had just happened didn't just happen. But, Jungwon's face, down to his neck, was still the same shade as a tomato. He looked so... horrified.

"We were already creating a heart-warming environment." Jungwon groaned, burying his face into his palms. You don't know if he's actually talking to you, or scolding himself for breaking the vibe. He looked up at you for a brief moment and the when your eyes met, his cheeks became even redder. "I'm... I'm...." he trailed, lost for words.

"Sorry, love." You apologized, sniffing from the shortlived crying session you just had. Jungwon's left foot was vigorously shaking up and down uncomfortably, and you could see beads of sweet forming on his forehead. You were about to ask him what's wrong but your eyes vision was immediately caught by the tent like bulge on his denim pants. Oh. That's why. "Wonie... What are we going to do with that." You signalled with your eyes to his bulge that was very visible. Jungwon looked down on his pants and then looked at you guiltily.

"I swear to God, Love. This isn't what it looks like. I wasn't... I wasn't fantasizing about you... It's just that..." Jungwon groaned and rolled away to the furthest point in the bed from you. "God. I know that sounded so weird and it feels like I'm some type of creep. But, I swear, Love. I respect you so much and this..." He stopped midway, almost wailing from embarrassment.

You can't help but snort. He's so cute.

"Really, Jungwon?" You scooted closer to him and on cue, Jungwon scooted further, avoiding you like a plague. He raised his palms in the air indicating that you shouldn't go anywhere nearer, but of course, you didn't budge. "Love, we've been dating for 4 years already. I think it's about time th-"

"You're barely 18." Jungwon immediately cuts you off in horror, not even trying to hear what you were about to say. You were about to utter another word but Jungwon was quick to shush you off. "No." Jungwon stood firmly on his ground.

You shrugged.

"Mom and dad's out of town."

"I know. I asked your mom's permission to stay over for the night and I don't want to break their trust, love." He explained with his puppy eyes.

You can't help but smile at your boyfriend's cuteness.

"I will help you with that," you pointed towards his now pillow covered bulge and of course, his cheeks became red again.

"Love," Jungwon's nose was flaring upwards and the gravity of his glares were sending daggers on your side. "Please stop. I'm already trying my very best to hold myself back."

"Who told you to hold back."

Jungwon groaned. His jaws cleched and his eyes became dark, like a puma lurking to catch its prey.

"No."

"Why?" You asked.

Jungwon shook his head.

You looked at him with pleading eyes. He's always there for you and he comforts you all the time. It's about time that you make him feel loved too.

"Do you really want to do this, love?" He asked in all seriousness.

You nodded. Then, you just blinked and you swiftly felt your back hitting the soft mattress, your body bouncing a little. Jungwon encaged you with his body, kissing you passionately. It happened so fast that you gulped both in nervousness and excitement.

His kiss was filled with hunger. You had shared a couple of pecks and whatnot before. But this, this was different. You don't know precisely how, but you know that it's doing something. It's making you feel... things.

"You okay, love?" Jungwon let go of your lips, staring at you worriedly. You nodded mindlessly, trying to process the fact that your boyfriend is actually so attractive like this. Trying to process the fact that, this was actually happening. "If it's too much, pinch me, okay?" Jungwon instructed as he continued to kiss your jaws, leaving faint trails of his marks as he made his way down to your collarbones.

He skillfully took your school uniform off and you didn't even realize that you were only left with your underwear until he stopped kissing you.

"Won?" You had to shake him lightly when he was staring at your face, doing nothing for a few seconds. "Love?" You pinched him lightly.

Jungwon muttered a quick 'huh' and buried his face on his palms again upon having eye contact with you. You heard him breathing deeply, his shoulder falling and faltering.

"Sorry... It's just that... I'm so happy that you trust me this much, love. I can't believe this is actually happening." He explained, voicing out your own train of thoughts. You gave him a reassuring smile. "I don't know. Somehow, this feels like a monumental event in my life... in our lives. I can't believe this is actually happening now." He added.

You nodded, unbuttoning his shirt too. Now, you guys were left with your underwears only.

"I love you so much, Love." He whispered, taking your underwear off slowly.

...

"Wonie..." You can't help but tug on your boyfriend's hair as you felt him mercilessly eating you out like a starved lion. His breath on your thighs and the way he devoured your soaking core made you feel things you haven't felt before.

Jungwon hummed, the lewd sound coming from your own wetness and the lapping of his tounge filling the air. You rake his luscious hair, letting it glide and pass through the spaces between your fingers as you savoured the pleasure he was making you feel. "Ahh." You threw your head back as Jungwon suddenly pushed his tounge inside you without any warning. You were caught off guard. Ultimately, you were lured even further to the state of daze and you involuntarily closed your thighs with his head still in between you.

You heard him groaning.

"Won? Are you okay?" You rose from the bed frantically, and came to his aid with a hint of concern and guilt imbedded in your tone. You held his chin up for his boba-like eyes to meet yours as you tried to convey your apology. He immediately pecked a kiss on your lips, nodding to signal you that he's alright. "It's okay, love." He kissed you again, now deeper and more passionate. He drew teasing circles around your clit and you could feel a smile forming on his lips. He broke the kiss and laughed at your shuddering state.

"Does my fingers feel good, love? Does it feel better than my tongue?" He teased while still stimulating you down there. Now, it was his turn to prop your chin upwards, making you meet his eye as he mercilessly kneaded your clit. He was observing you like a hawk to its prey. You can't help but feel your blood gushing towards your cheeks. "Speechless?" He teased again. You looked at him in disbelief and amusement. Now, instead of giving in to his antics and letting him dominate over you, you grabbed his hand off your clitoris and you flicked his nose lightly.

You can't help but snicker at his dumfounded expression.

His eyes that were originally round and feline-like became even bigger. The trace of your own juice from earlier, sitting on the tip of his nose, made him look more of a cat that he already is. The sight of your boyfriend looking like this is to die for.

"What's so funny?" Jungwon raised his brows, cutting your thoughts off. His boba eyes glistened as he fluttered his long eyelashes slowly, his lips were formed in a thin line. You know he's trying to intimidate you but you just find his expression endearing. So, you bopped his nose again. "You look so cute." You replied, raising your right hand up to reach for his bare chest. Jungwon groaned upon your touch. You looked up his face searching for his eyes, and you saw it softening as he shook head, trying his very best to act displeased with your choice of word.

Jungwon's warm and feather-light fingers sent a feverish feeling all throughout your entire system as it swiftly made it's way grip your bare hips, pinning you in place. You saw his jaws clenching, eyes turning a shade darker. "Won? What ar—" You immediately yelped as you felt him bucking his hips to grind himself onto your core. "Fuck." You moaned rather loudly, considering Jungwon's satisfied reaction. Then, as if you were left hanging midair, he stopped.

"Love..." You mewled, bucking your hips upwards, craving for more friction. You looked at him in the eye searching for explanation but Jungwon held you down firmly as he smirked. "Now who's cute?" He teased, bucking his hips painfully slow. His bulge was stimulating the heck out of you like there's no tomorrow.

"I need you inside me." You begged, almost cringing at the sound of your own voice. "Now..." your breathing was hitched and the ache you felt earlier is now a lot stronger. You placed both of your hands on the back of Jungwon's neck and you pulled him in to a deep kiss. When he rose, Jungwon shook his head.

"Be patient, love. I don't want to hurt you." His eyes were sincere and his voice was mellow. You could feel his love through his gaze alone. "Since this is our first time, I don't wan—"

"I can take you!" You protested but he shook his head again. So, you, being a stubborn and horny partner, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You grabbed him by the wrist and flipped your positions over. Him being at the bottom and you on the top.

"No! That'll hurt, love." Jungwon immediately grabbed you by the hips when you were about to sink below him. He looked mad and concerned all at the same time. You sighed. You don't even know what's he on about. He's hard as a rock and straight as a baseball bat. He clearly needs this as much as you need it. "Behave, princess." In one milisecond, you found yourself laying in bed with your back again. You let out an audible squeak when you felt Jungwon towering on top of you.

"I get that you're excited," Jungwon started. He grabbed something from his bedside table and you squinted your eyes to figure out what it was. A bottle of lube. He unscrew the cap with his teeth and squeezed lube onto his hands. You breathe in deeply as a cool slimy sensation greeted your core. You felt Jungwon lathering you up with lube gently when suddenly, it's as if something's tearing you apart. He inserted his finger inside you. You felt pain like the once you feel when you get a papercut... but, triple that pain up and make it radiate and throb throughout your entire lower body. "It's a little painful, right?" Jungwon kissed your forehead. You nodded and bit your lower lip to stop yourself from wailing in pain. You asked for this.

"It's painful because you're all tensed up. Relax for me, love. Breathe." He hummed comfortingly as he buried his face on your neck. You did as you were told and you only thought of happy thoughts. "Good job. I'll insert another finger, alright?" And he did.

"Oh god." You moaned as you felt him scissoring you open, moving his middle and index finger inside you in an ungodly rhythm. You were fluttering your eyes, barely keeping them open as you felt something forming inside your stomach. It felt like something's about to break. Jungwon kept on pushing his fingers in an out of you until you felt like you were on the edge, only for him to stop. "Love... Why did you stop?" You whined breathlessly, your thighs shaking so badly.

"I thought you want me inside you?" Jungwon smiled, pulling your body to the edge of the bed as he stood there, preparing to pound your sanity out of you.

You looked up at him and saw his size clearly for the first time. You never really paid attention to its size earlier but now that you did, you felt a little concerned. He was longer than you expected him to be.

"That's gonna fit inside of me, right?"

"I hope so."

Just as you were about to protest and declare that you were ready to take him, you heard your phone ring from the bedside table.

Instinctively, the both of you threw your glance at it. "It's your mom. You should answer it." Jungwon who reached out for your phone said, as he gave it to you.

Now you felt your confidence slowly dissipating. You're already an adult and there's clearly nothing wrong with starting your sexual relationship at this age, especially with someone who's well loved by your family... but somehow, you suddenly felt like you were commiting a crime and your mom caught you.

"Hello, eomma?" You cleared your throat, trying to eliminate any signs of strain due to your moans, shrieks, and gasps earlier, afraid that your mom would know all the deeds that you've done right away.

"Where are you?" You moved your phone away from your face when your mom's voice echoed from the other line.

"At home." You gulped, trying your best to muster your words.

"Is Jungwon with you?" She asks.

"Yes." You bit your lower lip and buried your face closer to your phone, refusing to take a glance at Jungwon's side. You could feel hin snickering.

"Hello, eomonim." Jungwon greeted through the phone.

You heard a contented hum from the other line

"Be sure to lock the doors, okay? Your dad and I will be returning home tomorrow morning." Your mom reminded. "And, Jungwon, thank you for accompanying her." she added to which Jungwon replied with a polite 'no problem'.

As you pressed the hang up button, you felt Jungwon's lingering stares.

"Ready?" He smiled, and the rest was history.

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Jonelias day 3! It's when people start to realize that, wait, I truly do have an endless recurring theme, huh. Setting: sick // Prompt: confessions

This... was not what Elias had expected. The goal, of course, had always been for Jon to be marked by the encounter in some fashion, and Elias had been eagerly waiting for it. This was to be the first stepping stone to his grand and final plan, after all, the apotheosis of centuries of work -- And yet, as Jon laid down on the ground, worms burrying into his skin, there had been no satisfaction whatsoever.

Hours later, Jon trembling with fever in Elias's bed, Elias still couldn't make out what had gone wrong -- or, rather, he feared he understood too well, but the idea was so ludicrous it was hard to entertain.

Half gone from both the sickness and the medication he'd taken for it, Jon was murmuring under his breath bribes of statements, mostly from the Corruption, his voice regularly shifting to the pitch of Jane Prentiss. Elias sat next to him, running a fresh wet towel over his face and neck, and kept staring, and staring, and staring.

Jon was going to be better in the morning -- he was too tied to the Institute for a few worms to claim him, and even if he hadn't, the spiders were protecting him; a few had slipped under his tongue a couple of hours ago, no doubt to devour the last remains of the unwanted parasites. Elias ought to let them to it, ought to let Jon to it, have him fully take in the encounter so that he may wake up stronger, changed, more beautiful still than he'd already been --

But he couldn't. Just as he hadn't been able to stop himself from bringing Jon home to him, ignoring Jon's fervent and exhausted insistence he was going to be just fine on him own despite having fainted mere minutes before, while finishing to interview Martin. Just he hadn't been able to stop his arm from pulling the handle of the fire sprinklers much earlier than first planned.

"I didn't think you'd care," Jon had muttered in the car, shivering, annoyed and quiet and still painfully grateful not to be alone after all this, no matter what he said out loud.

"You almost died, Jon," Elias had retorted, voice tight.

"Maybe you'll believe me next time I tell you a supernatural monster is hunting us," Jon had snarked, before slouching a little bit more into the car seat, eyes half closing. "You saved me, though. I guess I haven't said thank you yet, have I?"

"Rest," Elias had ordered, but Jon had fumbled to grab his arm, very briefly.

"Thank you," he'd whispered.

"What have you done to me, you terrible thing?" Elias asked now, at last, very softy. His hand brushed against Jon's cheek, who unconsciously leaned into it with a gentle sigh. "The Mother wouldn't have given you to me if they didn't wish for the same thing I do," he continued, all too aware of how tender his tone was. "If you were always meant to distract me, then why let Prentiss attack us at all? Is it all you, Jon? What do you have than none of the others had?"

Had Elias underestimated his own loneliness those past decades, that he would be so taken by this new young man to forget what truly mattered? Had it been easier to discard past lovers because they weren't made of the same ilk he was, or because he'd been then surrounded by many more people to fall in love with next? Was this a fancy, a midlife crisis, as it were, two centuries in the making, or was it just that Jon was everything Elias hadn't thought he would find one day? A mirror; a potential equal; a true partner, at last.

"I suppose I do truly love you," he confessed, slowly. The truth, not quite agreeable, seemed to be fearsome enough that Jon's eyes suddenly opened wide to look back at Elias. Elias shivered and considered killing him, right there, right then. It wouldn't be hard to explain away, after today, and Elias would not even have to fake the heartbreak.

But no. Just because it wasn't what he had expected didn't mean that it couldn't be interesting in its own right. Just because Elias hadn't wanted it didn't mean he wasn't curious about following another path, one closer to Jon and less focused, at least for now, on ending the world properly.

"Let's see together where this lead us," he told Jon. "It's been a very long time since I prioritized love, if I ever did at all -- this ought to feel novel for the both of us."

It seemed appropriate, then, to lean forward and kiss Jon. To make a proper vow out of it.

"Elias?" Jon mumbled, vaguely, against his lips.

"Shh," crooned Elias, now quite decided. "Sleep. Tomorrow is going to be full of surprises for the both of us, my love."

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Meant to Be — Bucky Barnes (7)

Chapter 7 — Mr. And Mrs. Barnes

Pairing: mafia!bucky x innocent!reader

Word count: 7,856

Summary: There is more than meets the eye, and Bucky is suspicious. What is everyone hiding?

Warnings: language, sexual innuendos, brief nudity? (blink and you'll miss it)

Note: Sorry, it's been a while. Enjoy!

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Chapter 6 — Chapter 7

"Today I know that such memories are the key not to the past, but to the future."

— Corrie Ten Boom

May 4th, 2018

He never understood what triggered it, but he found himself reliving it at odd times. The figure always sneaked up on Bucky in his dreams with an eerie silence, draped in shades of gray and brown.

"You really don't remember me?" the figure would taunt.

Bucky's responding grin was almost derogatory. "I'm sorry, am I supposed to?" He dismissed the flicker of familiarity attempting to crawl up his spine.

"You've changed."

He chuckled, deciding to humour the person. "Have I now?"

"You used to keep your promises."

"Did I?" Bucky slowly loosened the restraints behind his back, reaching for the concealed metal in his waistband. "You hit my head pretty hard earlier. I don't remember much."

"At least you kept your stupid sense of humour."

Bucky scoffed, spitting out the blood that pooled in his mouth from his bleeding nose. "You think you know me?"

"I do."

He shook his head. "You don't," he retorted. "You don't know me." The click of the safety turning off made them both pause. "And you never will." Years of training propelled him into action. The figure collapsed on the floor before the gunshot could reverberate through the room.

He stood tall over the lifeless form. "I always keep my promises."

May 4th, 2018

Bucky was beyond pissed. So far, his entire day had passed attending to one matter or another, making call after call instead of getting to know his wife. Not that she was in a state to talk.

Hmm, his little wife had been unconscious for nearly eighteen hours since she fainted in church. Bucky would have been seriously concerned if it weren't for the French maid and her reassurances. Fran—was that her name?—had informed him that the girl hadn't slept properly in over a week. Stress, she claimed, though Bucky suspected a deeper meaning behind the word. The way the maid narrowed her green eyes and tilted her reddish-blonde head hinted at something more.

The mobster took large swigs of Scotch straight from the decanter. Earlier, when the flight attendant came by to pour him a glass, Bucky had unleashed his rage, barking at him to leave the whole thing and disappear. He was in no mood for small talk.

A pounding headache throbbed in Bucky's temples. The entire day had been a whirlwind of problems. First, waking up to discover Phil Coulson dead. Dealing with Rollins' men—though that was stress relieving, at least.

Then, being brutally attacked outside the church, resulting in the need to dispose of the body in the East River, where the strong currents would erase any traces of foul play.

And let's not forget the spectacle that was his wedding. Fuck. The fucking wedding. And the shitshow that followed after. Bucky had so many questions. So many things he needed to address.

He hadn't been married a day, and already his wife was causing him problems. Bucky was exhausted, drowsy, and to make matters worse, he was overwhelmingly aroused.

With a scowl, Bucky downed the last of his Scotch, then glanced at his watch to see if he had enough time to address his growing... predicament.

He didn't.

They would reach Constanţa in half an hour, the estate in one. Bucky couldn't wait. Suddenly, his phone lit up with an incoming call, causing him to huff before ending it. Not even a minute passed before Danial Burgundy's caller ID appeared again. God, the man was persistent. After ignoring twelve calls, he still tested Bucky's patience.

"What do you want, you sick fuck?" Bucky answered impulsively.

The man on the other end sounded amused. "Hello to you too, James."

"Cut the bullshit, Danial. I'm in no mood for small talk." Danial was the last person Bucky wanted to talk to, especially after their conversation in New York. The older man was lucky he was Bucky's father-in-law now, or he'd already be six feet under.

"Right. Straight down to business then," Danial sighed. "I want to speak to my daughter."

Bucky scoffed dismissively. "No ace."

Annoyance tinged Danial's response. "Don't tell me—"

"She's taking a nap," Bucky interrupted. "She can't talk right now."

"I don't fucking believe you, James."

"I don't care." Bucky didn't give a damn about what Danial thought of him.

"Listen, asshole," Danial began losing his temper, "I know you've always been a good-for-nothing motherfucker, but—"

"Is that why you gave her to me?" Bucky taunted, a sardonic grin on his face. "Is that why you gave me everything?" That seemed to silence Danial, at least for the moment.

"Because I'm a good-for-nothing motherfucker?" Bucky chuckled, acknowledging a minor defeat. "I'll admit, you caught me off guard before with the stipulation you threw in my face, but don't think you have the upper hand here." Adrenaline coursed through Bucky's body as he further provoked Danial. "I got what I wanted. I didn't even have to work for it. You handed it to me on a silver platter." He prepared himself for the final blow. "In fact, I've already begun fulfilling that condition of yours." Bucky clicked his tongue. "No complaints so far. She's amazing."

"You bastard!" Danial exploded.

Yes, Bucky was being vulgar. Danial had forced his hand to leave for their honeymoon two days earlier, and Bucky didn't appreciate it.

He hushed Danial. "You'll wake her up. I tired her out. She needs all the rest she can get."

And there it was, the silent row of defeat. Danial sighed, audibly distressed. "She's still my daughter," the coward insisted.

"No, she's not," Bucky retorted, not to mock but to state a fact. He shrugged nonchalantly. "She's not yours. Not anymore. She's mine. She became mine the second I signed your papers."

"You Barnes' have always been greedy," Danial sneered. "Wanting what's not yours. Not giving a shit who gets hurt in the process. Fucking murderers."

"And you Burgundys have always been manipulative bastards," Bucky spat. "Pulling underhanded shit. Whoring out your women for a quick buck."

"You little—"

"Then that's exactly how I'll treat her. Like a slut, a fucking whore."

Danial's breath hitched on the other end of the line.

Bingo.

"No! Wait, no! Barnes, don't you fucking dare! Don't you dare fucking touch her—"

"Leave me the fuck alone."

Bucky ended the call.

The moon hung low in the sky, making way for the impending sunrise in a couple of hours. Bucky tossed his phone onto the seat opposite him and turned his attention to the porthole, gazing out at the soft glow beginning to fill the horizon.

They should be flying over Pitești by now, en route to Constanța. It felt good to be back home. Bucky stretched his arms above his head, contemplating Danial's reaction. If he didn't know any better, he might have mistaken Danial's tone for genuine concern about his daughter. Fortunately, Bucky knew better. With most of Danial's cards laid out on the table, Bucky would respond accordingly, starting with his bride.

Suddenly, the cabin door opened, causing Bucky to whip his head around, prepared to unleash his anger on the intruder. It was his bride, leaning against the entrance of the small bedroom at the back.

She still wore her wedding dress, barefoot and breathing heavily, cheeks flushed and hair rumpled. Her gaze wandered around the cabin in a daze, clutching the door frame in a white fist when the plane encountered slight turbulence.

"You're awake," Bucky broke the silence.

Her eyes scanned the surroundings as she took in their location. "Where am I?" she croaked.

Bucky frowned, realizing she must be thirsty. "Sit," he commanded instead of answering. His wife blinked owlishly, staring at him as if he had grown another head. A faint smile threatened to emerge. "Don't make me drag you here," he muttered. "Because I will."

His wife snapped to attention, unsteadily walking across the aisle, leaning against the empty seats for support. The image stirred something pleasurable in Bucky's mind. She halted across from him, hesitating to sit when she noticed his phone perched precariously on the edge of the armrest.

When Bucky reached over to retrieve the device, he let his arm brush against her leg. It was a gentle graze against the white lace that, nonetheless, left her flustered. Bucky smirked, savouring the sound of his wife's hitched breath.

The girl slowly lowered herself onto the brown leather, almost robotic in her movements. Her back remained rigid, and she wouldn't look at him. Why wouldn't she look at him? Bucky didn't like that. The table separating them was the only thing preventing him from reaching over and forcing her eyes to meet his.

Bucky pressed the overhead call button, his gaze fixed on the girl. He noticed black smudged under her eyes and lipstick smeared around her mouth. How many hours had it been since the ceremony? Too many and not enough. Her features appeared more striking in the natural light than in the harsh illumination of the church.

And there, when her eyes flicked up ever so slightly at the sound of the call button, Bucky recognized that same dead look from before, the one she had when he leaned in for a kiss that never happened because she fainted. It was more subtle, tamped down, but still present, difficult to ignore and even harder to comprehend.

Bucky summoned the flustered flight attendant and ordered food, water, and another Scotch. He may not have been hungry, but he assumed she was.

"Drink," Bucky pushed the glass of water toward her. She was playing with her fingers, gaze fixed on her lap.

"Where am I?" she breathed.

Bucky frowned when she didn't immediately comply. "Drink," he demanded with more force, pushing the water closer. He watched as she brought the glass to her lips with trembling hands and took a small sip.

"Where—"

"More," he interrupted with dissatisfaction. She was an impatient one.

Bucky thought he heard her huff in annoyance but disregarded it as she began to take hesitant sips that soon turned into large gulps, causing water to trickle down the sides of her mouth.

The glass was empty within seconds.

"We're in Constanța," Bucky answered her earlier question.

She looked up at him in surprise, eyes wide and lips parted. Bucky was hit with a sudden urge to kiss her.

"Excuse me?"

"Constanța, Romania," Bucky clarified. "I have a family house in Mamaia. We'll be landing in ten minutes."

Bucky leaned back in his seat and sipped his Scotch, raising an eyebrow at the girl's obvious shock. The slight burn of alcohol felt pleasant, immediately relaxing him.

She glanced around the cabin, blinking owlishly. She seemed flustered. "I don't have—" She took a deep breath. "Why are we in Romania?"

Bucky couldn't help but smile. "Why do you think? What do newlyweds usually do after getting married?"

He waited for the realization to dawn on her, watching as she trembled and shied away. Bucky wondered how experienced she was if a simple innuendo left her so flustered. He couldn't wait to find out.

She still wouldn't look at him.

"Where's my father?" the girl asked, her question directed at the floor.

It appeared the Burgundy princess was close to her last remaining parent. "Danial?" Bucky sneered, unable to suppress his annoyed scoff. "In New York, where he belongs."

She seemed taken aback. Her lips parted, and she straightened her posture in attention.

Bucky narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Why?"

Flustered, she started to answer but then froze, her eyes wide with an emotion he couldn't quite discern. She shook her head furiously. "Nothing."

Bucky's suspicion grew tenfold. He was ready to interrogate her, but she interrupted him.

"And my friend?" she asked desperately. "Where is she?"

"Hmm," Bucky mused. "The blonde with the big mouth?" He missed the expression on her face as he finished the rest of his drink. "Dove, was it?"

"N-no," the girl denied. "She's French."

It took a second for Bucky to recall, and once he did, he couldn't help but smile.

"The French maid? She stayed with you after the ceremony. I talked to her about—"

"Well, is she here?" the girl cut him off.

Bucky met her eyes, and the second he did, she averted her gaze. Acting on instinct, he reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "You interrupted me."

He watched as her breath quickened and her irises dilated. Bucky waited for a verbal response, but she remained frozen, struck dumb by his intimidating presence. "You're lucky you're cute," Bucky said, finally releasing her.

She seemed to deflate the second he retreated from her personal space and mirrored his relaxed posture, melting into her seat as if suddenly drained.

"Eat," Bucky ordered, pouring a finger's worth of Scotch into his glass and pushing it toward her.

An indescribable tension filled the air, an unspoken awkwardness. Which was to be expected, Bucky supposed, since this was their formal introduction. The girl shook her head. "I'm not hungry," she whispered.

Bucky downed the rest of his Scotch, keeping his gaze fixed on her. Her discomfort in his presence was palpable, incredibly aware of him with how she uncomfortably squirmed in her seat.

"Eat," he repeated, the finality in his voice leaving no room for argument. The girl obediently picked up the fork, ready to dig into the food. The meal consisted of a variety of fresh fruits, sweet and savoury pastries, and various breakfast proteins. She nibbled on a melon, taking such small bites that Bucky became frustrated.

The pilot's voice came through the overhead speakers, announcing their impending arrival, and the flight attendants prepared for landing.

"Shall I pack this to go, Mr. Barnes?" the female attendant asked, gesturing toward the untouched breakfast.

Bucky nodded. "Has the car arrived?"

"Of course, Mr. Barnes. Also, the police commissioner is waiting for you on the tarmac, per your request."

Bucky hummed. "Good." He retrieved his wallet and handed a few hundreds to the male attendant, who was closer. "For both of your discretion," he explained, referring to his previous phone calls.

"Thank you!" The attendant quickly pocketed the money, and the area was swiftly cleaned. The table between Bucky and the girl was folded and moved out of the way.

"Mrs. Barnes?" the female attendant called. "Mrs. Barnes, please fasten your seatbelt."

Bucky watched as the girl stared blankly at the attendant. "What?"

"We are preparing to land," the attendant explained, struggling to hide her bewilderment.

After a few more uncomfortable moments, Bucky leaned forward and fastened her seatbelt himself, ensuring it was secure. She tensed under his touch, but he ignored it, both amused and annoyed by her reaction to him.

He would need to rectify that later. There was no sound reason for a woman to be so cold toward a man. But for now... They needed to discuss more pressing matters, starting with why she...

Vaguely, Bucky recalled a drunken whisper from his father regarding the Burgundys. Something he had said after one too many drinks. "Their manipulations killed your grandfather."

Bucky hadn't comprehended it at the time, but perhaps he did now. He remembered his conversation with Danial. Surely, any offspring of Danial's would be just as cunning and manipulative as him.

Bucky would uncover the truth if it was the last thing he did.

May 4th, 2018

The car ride from the airport was filled with silence. The girl had lost her appetite but was picking at her food at the behest of her husband, who was engrossed on his phone. She took small, reluctant bites of the fruit, struggling to keep it down.

Husband. The word brought a welling of tears to her eyes. She fought to hold them back as she felt his penetrating gaze upon her. Was this how prey felt just before they were pounced upon by their predators?

James was a prevalent man, it seemed, if the Romanian Chief Commissioner himself came to the runway to greet the newlywed couple on their recent nuptials. The commissioner discreetly pledged his unwavering loyalty to them, and they exchanged handshakes.

"If you need anything," James assured him, "don't hesitate to reach out. You have my number."

They were on their way to James' villa, situated on the outskirts of the city and nestled in a little strip of private land. It was a secluded house meant to provide the newlyweds with privacy during their honeymoon. James had explained this to her before diving straight into his work.

Honeymoon. The girl felt a bout of fear wash over her at the thought. The last thing she wanted was to be alone with a murderer.

Oh God! Would she have to...? Bile rose in her throat. Fleur had warned her that the first time could be painful if both partners weren't ready. She vividly remembered the almost-kiss with Nathan two weeks ago—the anticipation, the push and pull. The immense relief when their moment was interrupted.

No, she wasn't ready at all.

Horror struck her. If Nathan, the university's golden boy, could stoop so low as to drug her, what would James be capable of? James, with his imposing stature and intimidating presence, his unconventional upbringing and violent tendencies. He was involved with the mafia! And now she belonged to him, bound by the laws of God and man.

He would force himself on her and take what he wanted. After the events of the past week, She wouldn't have the strength to fight him. She would lie there, helpless, as another piece of her soul withered away. At this rate, she wasn't sure how much more she had left to lose.

Bile rose even higher, but she forced it back down. Through the tinted window of the Escalade, the Romanian landscape flashed by, though she could not find solace in its fleeting beauty. The unfinished food sat neglected as they finally arrived at their destination.

The house was beautiful. Its dark exterior was adorned with soft lights hanging from nearby trees, creating a mesmerizing canopy that resembled a starry sky. Nestled behind trees and overlooking a meticulously landscaped garden, the two-story Spanish-style building exuded charm and elegance.

It seemed like a place she could one day call home... but she hated it.

The car faltered to a stop on the smooth cobblestone driveway, and the girl was so enraptured by the view that she didn't see James at her side until he opened her door and extended his hand.

She hesitated. Of course, she hesitated. Her father had sold her to this man as part of his despicable retirement plan. A man responsible for her mother's death. Perhaps he would be the one to eventually kill her as well. She didn't want to touch the hands that would bring about her demise, nor did she wish to meet the eyes that would watch the light in her own slowly fade.

Fear took over, and she let him help her out of the car. Clutching her skirt in her free hand, she took cautious steps, mindful not to trip over the fabric that now grazed the pavement without the support of her tall heels. It was then she realized she was still barefoot.

James barely acknowledged her, offering only a quick nod. His grip on her wrist remained firm and unyielding as he guided her pliant form around. They passed stone figurines portraying scantily clad fairies, a white deer with golden antlers, and fire-breathing dragons. They crossed over a small bridge above a flowing stream, with a seating area to their right and a vibrant array of flowers that tied the scene together.

A sudden wave of sadness washed over her as they reached the threshold. Like countless other girls, she had dreamed of her perfect wedding. She envisioned her lover cradling her in his arms, gazing at her adoringly, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as he carried her into their new home. Never did she imagine being dragged by her arm, trailing behind a husband she did not love, and into a house she never wanted to call home.

James released his grip on her wrist as they entered the foyer, and the girl exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. And if his touch provided even an inkling of comfort in this strange and unfamiliar place? Well, it was promptly ignored.

A few servants had gathered at the entrance to welcome the young couple. A frail older woman dressed in splashes of red and white stepped forward. "Ai venit devreme," she grumbled, her shoulders stiff and an ugly frown etched on her face.

"Scuze," James replied.

"Cum a fost zborul?"

"Lung."

"Trebuie să fii obosit."

"Nu prea."

The woman's eyes flicked toward the girl. "Ea trebuie să fie obosită."

James and the woman studied the girl until she warmed with shame, realizing they were talking about her.

"Poate," James grumbled, and they looked away.

The older woman suddenly embraced James, running her arms down his back. "Bine ați venit acasă, domnule Barnes!"

The girl was surprised to see a smile on James' face. The sight made her pause, and she tilted her head in contemplation. In her dreams, the monsters that appeared as smokeless fire, mocking her pain and suffering, never smiled. Yet here was one of those monsters standing before her in the form of a husband, smiling, laughing, displaying emotions she did not believe him capable of.

"Bunică!" James kissed the older woman's hand before gently touching it to his forehead as a sign of respect. Ah! So she was his grandmother. The girl understood that much Romanian. "Mi-a fost dor de tine!"

Their attention was solely on each other, and as if compelled, the girl found herself stumbling backward, one step at a time. It was an instinctive reaction to the turmoil festering in her gut, threatening to drown and suffocate her.

"She's not wearing shoes," a voice with a thick accent remarked.

The girl froze in place. James' grandmother looked at her pointedly, with a kind of resentment the girl couldn't comprehend.

James gestured toward the girl's stiff figure. "Bunică, this is—"

"I know who she is," Bunică snapped. "I can smell a Burgundy from a kilometre away."

"Bunică," James warned in a low tone.

"I want to know why she isn't wearing shoes."

The girl consciously flexed her toes, trying to hide them beneath her dress. Her feet were dirty and sore from walking across the tarmac and then from the car.

Bunică circled the girl, closely scrutinizing her. "Well? Can you speak, girl? Or are you going to stare at me dumbly all day?" For a slighter woman, she was very assertive.

"Bunică," James warned once again.

"I just want to know if Danial gave you a mute bride. I wouldn't put it past him."

"She can speak," James snapped. "Say something."

The girl raised one arm in an awkward wave. "Salut." Shame filled her immediately after having obeyed him.

Bunică narrowed her eyes. "You speak the language?"

The girl vigorously shook her head.

Bunică turned to James for confirmation. "She doesn't," James replied with a roll of his eyes.

"Nu mă face cu ochii aia mari! How can I know if she isn't just as manipulative as her grandma—?"

"Bunică," James interrupted. "Why don't we talk in the study?"

The girl trembled from the number of accusations and verbal abuse hurled at her. She didn't know what she had done to deserve such treatment, but it obviously had something to do with her father.

Bunică gave the girl one last piercing look before abruptly walking away. Her eyes stung at the harsh treatment she was receiving from this stranger. If the grandmother was like that, how unpleasant would James be? She didn't want to find out.

James strode toward her, firmly gripping her arms. "Yelena will show you to my room. Get comfortable and wait for me there." He paused as if considering his words carefully. "Don't leave."

From one prison to another. Perhaps it wasn't such a drastic change from New York. He shoved her into someone else's arms without waiting for a response and hurriedly strode away to catch up to his Bunică.

Yelena was a sturdy young woman with broad shoulders and a slender waist. A dirty blonde braid rested atop her heart-shaped face, with round eyes and pink lips adding to her appealing features. "This way," she said in a thick, palatal Russian accent.

The girl followed Yelena further into the house and up the stairs. The Spanish-style villa boasted ample natural light with contrasting dark accents. Climbing the stairs, they reached a small hallway that led to a pair of doors.

"The master suite," Yelena announced, pushing open the double doors with a flourish and guiding the girl inside. Coming to a stop in the middle of the spacious room, the girl took in the striking contrast of grays, blacks, and earth tones that adorned the bedroom. Floor-length mirrors adorned one wall parallel to the bed, and a set of French doors leading to a small balcony graced the far side of the room. Cool air swept in from the open door, causing the girl to shiver as her heated skin lowered in temperature.

"Your luggage has already been brought up, and a warm bath has been drawn," Yelena informed her, closing the balcony doors when a strong gust of wind carried in some leaves.

The girl nodded but gave no reply, locking herself in the bathroom. It was spacious, surpassing the size of her room back in Vancouver. It exuded luxury, resembling something out of Architectural. Marble floors, wooden accents, twin vanities facing each other, a rain shower at one end, and a window overlooking the black sea at the other. And in the middle of it all, made prominent by the red rose petals scattered around, was an oval bathtub brimming with steaming water.

The girl approached the tub, hoping to relax her weary muscles and wash away the stress of the past few weeks, when something caught her eye. Folded neatly on a stool next to the tub were two engraved robes, a flash of gold against matte black. One bore the inscription "Mr. Barnes." She held her breath. While the other said, "Mrs. Barnes." She felt a sudden confusion, momentarily forgetting how to breathe—was it inhale, exhale, inhale, or the other way around?

She gave a frustrated cry and began tugging at her dress, the only barrier preventing her from resurfacing. From breaking through the layers of hurt and deceit, to feeling the fresh air on her skin, in her lungs. She kicked harder—clawed savagely, but her legs felt lifeless—her fingers weak, and try as she might, she couldn't swim to the surface—couldn't breathe.

The dress clung to her like a second skin, too tight in some places and loose in others. She reached for the zipper at the back but couldn't find it—couldn't break free of her cage. Another cry of frustration escaped her as she dropped to her knees in defeat.

And most curious, her hand snagged on something as she ran it through her hair. She painfully untangled her fingers, revealing the culprit—a ring, forcibly placed upon her by him. It was heavy, and big, and so beautiful ugly. She tugged at it, desperate to remove it from her body and cast it far away. That is what kept her here, anchoring her feet, clipping her wings, depriving her of oxygen.

This—his—ring.

Dipping her fingers into the soapy water, she watched as the diamond disappeared behind a floating petal. Yet, the ring remained stubborn, as if sewn onto her skin, fused with her very being.

Her right hand slipped, causing pain to bloom across her palm. The stupid ring had cut her! She huffed indignantly. How dare—how—why? Her lips curled, quivered, and a whimper escaped her. Then another, and another.

Pain seemed to follow the girl, clinging to her every step. Now, she finally let it wash over her. Pietro's duplicity paled in comparison to the betrayal of her best friend. Her friend who spoke too much and too fast, who pretended to care about her. Her sheepish smile at the ceremony was seared onto the girl's mind. And to think she had been involved in the entire scheme, conspiring with Pietro and her own father.

Was nothing real?

Pain! The girl recalled the last conversation she had with her mother. They talked about school and her mother's garden. Her mother had soothed her after another nightmare, as only mothers knew how. It had been nice. She had been happy.

Until she wasn't, and it wasn't. Now her mother was dead; her father had lied about it. And the girl found herself married to her mother's murderer.

Blood spread through the soapy water, turning it pink. And she finally allowed herself to cry, releasing the pent-up emotions that had thus far consumed her.

He didn't expect the first sob, nor the second or third. When Bucky heard the fourth sob echo through the room, he reached two conclusions. Firstly, he realized he needed to soundproof the bathroom and possibly the bedroom as well. He could hear every hitch in the girl's breath, every pained cry, and every sob she attempted to suppress.

Secondly, Bucky concluded that he must have overlooked a crucial detail in his extensive research regarding the girl, and something was clearly amiss. A lingering suspicion had plagued him since the morning of the wedding. Everything felt off.

Bucky recalled his conversation with Danial after the disastrous ceremony. When his father-in-law threw papers at Bucky's face and made him sign on the dotted line. Bastard.

Another sob caused Bucky to flinch, and he sank onto his bed, loosening his bow tie. Perhaps little Burgundy was unaware of her father's deceitfulness.

He remembered what his bunică had said. "How can I know if she isn't just as manipulative as her grandma?"

Or perhaps the girl was as cunning as described. Bucky knew his family had a history with the Burgundys, but he was unsure to what extent. He was gaining a lot from the marriage—power, money, land—what was she getting, apart from his last name? One thing was certain: the girl was keeping secrets from him. She had refused to see him before their wedding, and now she refused to say more than two words.

An evocative wail drew Bucky's attention back to the present. His feet carried him toward the bathroom, but he hesitated to knock. Bucky doubted the girl wanted his comfort, not that he knew how to provide any if she did.

Bucky Barnes knew women like the back of his hand—their bodies, that is; understanding the female brain was a whole different matter. Bucky knew the basics. He knew that "I'm fine" meant "I'm not fine." And "I don't mind" meant they definitely minded.

There wasn't much else Bucky felt confident about when it came to understanding female behaviour unless it concerned sex. Sex, he knew. It was easy and instinctual.

Boy meets girl. Attraction. Mind-blowing orgasm. Boom, it was as simple as that.

He had heard that honeymoons were filled with sex, sex, and even more sex. Where one's carnal desires came to life. It was supposed to be romantic, sensual, and sexy.

Bucky had spent the past month or so fantasizing about all the sexy things he would do to his wife. Nothing about her crying in the bathroom was sexy.

"Fuck." Bucky quickly changed out of his uncomfortable clothes and into a loose pair of black sweats. He neatly folded his wedding attire and placed it in the dresser, intending to have it dry-cleaned later.

Bucky plopped down on his bed. "Motherfucker," he whispered in disdain. He was not supposed to lie there, staring at the ceiling, trying to block out the girl's cries. He was supposed to be fucking her hard and fast, using her to release the stress of the past few weeks out of his system. Her tears were supposed to be tears of pleasure, not pain. His groans were supposed to be of satisfaction, not annoyance.

God, he was exhausted. Now that his body knew he wouldn't be getting lucky tonight, the weight of the entire week's stress settled heavily on his shoulders, making him feel foggy and worn out.

Bucky must have dozed off because the house was eerily quiet when he opened his eyes, and almost an hour had passed.

He stretched his lithe body with a yawn and forced himself up. He wouldn't let the girl rot away in the bathroom all day. They needed to talk, she needed to eat, and then Bucky planned to take her sightseeing in the city.

The bathroom was locked as he went to open it, and there was silence on the other end. Bucky called out his wife's name and knocked on the dark wood. "I know you're in there," he said, exasperation creeping into his voice. When he received no answer, his jaw clenched in frustration. "Come out, I need to talk to you."

There was some rustling on the other side, yet the door remained closed. "If you don't open this door in the next five seconds, I'm breaking it!" Bucky warned. He was not against property damage if it meant she would come out.

It took longer than five seconds, but the door eventually opened, revealing the girl in her wedding dress, still as beautiful as the night before.

Bucky cursed under his breath, momentarily distracted by her appearance. His mind worked a lot slower when she was wearing white. He let his gaze roam over her body. Her hair was a dishevelled mess, with pins sticking out every which way, and mascara streaked in lines down her face. It was unmistakable that she had been crying.

"What's wrong?" he found himself asking, concern evident in his voice.

The girl shook her head dismissively, avoiding eye contact.

"I could hear you," Bucky pointed out. He couldn't have ignored her cries if he tried. She was that loud. Her head bowed lower in what he suspected was shame. "Is it your father?" Bucky ventured. "Do you miss him?"

She remained quiet for a while, frustrating him further. Eventually, she spoke in a voice so low he wouldn't have heard it if he were not waiting for her reply. "My mother."

Of course. Bucky immediately realized his mistake. How could he have forgotten about her mother?

He apologized, "I'm sorry. Any idea who did it?"

His wife slowly lifted her head, eyes wide with alarm.

Bucky narrowed his eyes, trying to gauge her reaction. "I heard it was an inside job. You really don't have any suspects?"

She slowly shook her head. "No," she whispered.

Bucky nodded, as if satisfied. In reality, his sharp mind was assessing her sincerity.

His attention shifted, noticing that her neckline had plunged significantly. It caused his heart rate to increase with excitement, his body coming alive from her proximity. He could see more of her skin than before, not that he minded in the slightest. God, she was sweet. Then a sudden thought struck him—she was still in her wedding dress.

"You haven't changed?" he asked in a husky voice.

Her response was hesitant and quiet. "No, I—I couldn't reach the back."

Cute. Bucky moved aside, gesturing for her to leave the bathroom, smiling when she accidentally brushed against his chest. He closed the door behind him and approached his little wife who stood near the edge of the bed with her back turned.

Slipping behind her, Bucky pressed his body flush against hers, feeling her stiffen. "Relax," he whispered, lowering his head to meet her height. He gently tucked a straight strand of hair behind her ear. "Let me help you."

She didn't object as Bucky ran his hand over the back of her bodice, searching for a zipper or clasp to aid in removing her dress. Instead, he discovered an intricately woven corset, revealing glimpses of smooth skin from between the silk ribbons.

After a few attempts, Bucky managed to undo the bow at the small of her back, and the dress unravelled before his eyes. His wife inhaled in surprise, using her hands to cover the rest of her modesty.

Bucky removed the remaining lace, discarding it somewhere behind him. He noticed red marks on her skin where the corset had been digging in, and he couldn't resist running his fingers over the slight indents. God, her skin felt burning hot against his. It made his heart beat in his ears—made sweat line his neck.

Reaching around, Bucky grasped his wife's chin, tilting it toward him. The sight made him lick his lips in anticipation. Her eyes were darkened with lust, her mouth slightly parted, and her chest rose and fell with each breath.

Sweet, so sweet. And so close he could just reach over and claim her mouth for his own. They were so close he could almost taste the dried tears on her face. Bucky felt an overwhelming desire to touch her, to feel if she were as soft and sweet all over.

His hand tightened on her chin while his other arm slid around her waist, pulling her closer until their noses touched. He was ready to lose himself in her scent, but just like earlier at the wedding, his wife's eyes rolled back, and she collapsed against him.

"Fuck," Bucky muttered, holding his half-conscious wife in his arms. She was not fully unconscious and was mumbling incoherently, blinking her eyes, trying to regain control of her body. "What the fuck?"

Was this a regular occurrence? Bucky hoped not. His line of work was not for the faint-hearted. Hell, she was a Burgundy! Her father, Danial, was ruthless and unapologetic when it came to his empire, so it made no sense for his daughter to be so fragile under minor stress.

Unless she's faking it.

But the longer Bucky stood there, cradling his wife, the more absurd the thought seemed. She looked too sweet and innocent to be as cunning and deceitful as her father.

"God damn it!" Bucky carried her to the bed and laid her down on the sheets. Her eyes were droopy, but she was fighting to stay awake. "Hey," Bucky lightly smacked her face. "You're fine. Open your eyes." She slowly regained composure, blinking and looking around the room as if seeing it for the first time.

"Fuck." Bucky ran a hand through his hair in frustration. All he wanted was a conversation, a simple conversation with regular-sized sentences and no fainting spells. Was that too much to ask for? He didn't think so.

He blindly grabbed a shirt from his closet and handed it to his wife. "Put this on. We need to talk." He made sure to leave no room for argument. Leaning against the wall, Bucky crossed his arms over his chest and waited for his wife to dress.

"Well?" Bucky questioned when she looked at him blankly. "Get a move on. I don't have all day." He chuckled when the girl gasped in surprise. She could think whatever she wanted, but he wasn't going to let anything else delay their conversation. "I'm not moving until that dress is off," he warned.

She swallowed audibly before slipping her head through the neck hole and pulling the fabric over her dress. Bucky observed as she fixed the sleeves and neckline, making final adjustments and letting the dress fall to her waist. Hmm, it was a sneaky move, but Bucky decided to let it slide.

"Go on," he encouraged.

His wife remained seated on the bed, lifting her hips to remove the dress from her legs. It fell to the ground in a heap, and for a moment, Bucky was met with the sexiest thighs he had ever seen. He thought he saw a flash of white lace, but it was quickly covered. His wife pulled his red henley down, attempting to hide her skin, which made him frown.

What had Steve said about him getting some? Yeah. Right. That didn't seem to be happening anytime soon. Didn't mean he couldn't look.

Bucky hummed, breaking the silence. "You faint often?"

His wife appeared taken aback. "N-no, not really."

"Not really," Bucky echoed sarcastically. "Right, we need to talk about that. What happened yesterday?"

"I don't know," she replied, fidgeting with her thumbs, a clear sign of nervousness.

Raising a patronizing brow, Bucky remarked, "Come on, you can do better than that." The girl remained tight-lipped. "Were you drunk?"

She vehemently shook her head, denying it.

"I could smell it on your breath," he accused, recalling the moment before their failed kiss when he leaned in and caught a whiff of alcohol. There was no mistaking it.

"I had some Champagne, but I wasn't drunk," she insisted with desperation.

"Well, someone saw you finish an entire bottle," Bucky pointed out, caught between his wife's words and Dot's account. "Honestly, you don't strike me as someone who can handle her alcohol."

"It was nerves," she finally admitted, avoiding eye contact by focusing on the ground, the window, or the rings adorning his fingers.

"Nerves?" Bucky raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence.

"I got nervous because I've never done this before," she explained.

Bucky understood her perfectly well, but he couldn't resist playing with her. He faked a frown. "I'm not sure I understand."

"You know," she shrugged, silently urging him to fill in the blanks. Bucky took pleasure in making her say the words. "What newlyweds normally do after getting married."

"You mean fuck?" Bucky chuckled, enjoying her reaction. "Somehow, I doubt that."

"Doubt what?"

"Doubt you've never been screwed," his words hit the mark.

The girl's eyes snapped toward him. "I haven't."

Bucky felt a surge of excitement at her false confession. "I wouldn't lie if I were you."

"I'm not lying," she insisted.

Bucky uncrossed his arms and stood tall. "So you're telling me you've never had a boyfriend before?"

Something resembling shame flitted across her face. She hesitated to answer, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yes."

Bucky didn't buy it, not for a second, especially after what he discovered the day before. He swallowed his harsh words and retorted with a snide remark. "Never had a boyfriend, huh? Interesting."

"I'm still young," she argued.

Bucky raised an eyebrow at her argument. "Still young, huh? Well, sweetheart, age doesn't determine romantic experiences, but hey, who am I to question your luck with Cupid?" He couldn't help but add a touch of sarcasm to his voice.

The girl's face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. "It's the truth," she insisted, her voice tinged with defiance.

Bucky leaned in closer, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Sure, sure. I guess it's just a rare case of a twenty-two-year-old with zero love history. Must be some kind of record."

The girl clenched her fists, clearly affected by his remark. "It's not as uncommon as you think," she retorted.

Bucky grinned mischievously. "Oh, I'm sure it's a regular occurrence," he replied sarcastically, enjoying their banter. "Cupid must have taken an extended vacation when it came to your life."

She shot him a piercing look. "Well, maybe I've been waiting for someone worthy."

Bucky chuckled, a hint of skepticism in his voice. "Someone worthy? Well, here I am, sweetheart," Bucky spread his arms in an elaborate display, "ready and willing."

With that final snide remark, Bucky settled back into his previous position, eager to see her reaction. The tension in the room lingered as they locked eyes, both unwilling to back down.

"You have some nerve," the girl huffed in irritation.

Bucky's smirk widened, thoroughly enjoying their verbal sparring. "You have no idea, sweetheart," he replied, his voice laced with amusement. "Nerve is practically a requirement in my line of work."

The girl's cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She clenched her jaw, determined not to let his taunts get the better of her. "Just don't expect me to swoon over your nerves," she retorted, her voice laced with a hint of sarcasm.

Bucky chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. "Oh, sweetheart, I wouldn't dare," he said, inching closer. Somehow she seemed even smaller when he towered over her. "But it seems like you're pretty daring for the both of us." He grabbed her chin and narrowed his eyes, dropping all pretense of humour for a moment. "Don't forget though, this marriage won't be built on swooning or romance. It's a partnership, an arrangement. And you'll find that I bring much more to the table than fucking nerves."

The girl flinched at his harsh words, pursing her lips. Angry tears gathered in her eyes, but she didn't let them fall. "And what is that exactly?" she spat. "Because so far, you've been a beast."

For the first time that day, Bucky felt a genuine flash of rage rise within him. He stepped back and released her chin, clenching his fists at his sides and away from her. What had he done to warrant being called a beast? He was trying his best to make sure she was comfortable, but it seemed the Burgundy princess had higher standards.

He breathed through his nose, plastering a mocking smile onto his face. He could tell the second the girl realized the weight of what she said because she was suddenly back to her quiet self.

"Power, protection, and a life you couldn't even fathom," he responded with intensity. "I may not look like your typical knight in shining armour, but I can guarantee this much—no one will ever dare to mess with you as long as you're mine. You have my name now. There's nothing you could possibly want that I couldn't give you."

Bucky paused and took another step back so the girl didn't have to strain her neck as much to look at him. He wanted her full attention on him as he delivered his last blow. "What will you bring to the fucking table?"

The girl's expression softened slightly, her defiance giving way to a flicker of uncertainty. She seemed to be grappling with conflicting emotions, the weight of their unusual situation bearing down on her.

Her eyes went vacant for a moment as if she wasn't in the room anymore. "I'll give you an heir," she whispered.

"What?"

She shook her head, seemingly returning to the room. "I'll give you a son. An heir."

Bucky cocked an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Well, that's a given."

He watched with mild pleasure as she deflated in front of him, defeated. Bucky turned to leave.

"I don't understand you." Her voice was the softest it had been.

"You don't know me," Bucky retorted, slowly warming up to her fluctuating tone. "And I don't know you." He glanced at his watch. "Be ready in five. I'm taking you out for lunch."

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[niyanispunk]

Putting in a request for some Soft!Joel 🥺

I read this quote earlier today and it said “I’m drunk and I hate everything but you. I love you. A lot.”

And it made me think of Joel and that it would be something he would maybe say and idk!!!!!! It gave me the warm and fuzzies!!!!!!!!

Drunk words, Sober Thoughts

Soft!Joel x reader

Warning/s: none

Words: 877

a/n: Hello love thank you sm for requesting, this is so cute I was actually excited when I was writing it so hope you love it! (unedited)

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It's Friday night, means you get to go off early. You work as a bartender in a bar at Jackson. Friday also means the Miller Brothers are getting a drink tonight, and you can't be more happy seeing Joel after a week after...well after you confessing your undying love to Him, you can't read His reaction Is He mad at you? so many thoughts ringing in your ear then He suddenly storm out and avoid you for the whole week. You and Joel first met when Ellie and Him first arrived at Jackson, you're the one who showed them their new house just a few houses away from yours, your second interaction with Joel was at the bar, A week after they arrived, the first time He talked to you other than just nodding. Since then you two goes patrol together and He visits you at the bar every night.

Wiping the tables and getting ready to go when you suddenly see a Familiar form approaching, "off already?" Joel's brother, Tommy. "hmm" you hum, finishing wiping out "Tough week?" tough week indeed you thought. "Yeah well...where's Joel?" you changed the topic "He's just finishing— Oh there He is" there He is, red flannel rolled up just to His elbows, messy hair as always, His eyes searching for something till they land on you, you're burning— cheeks are red and memories of your last meeting flood back, you found yourself excusing before he even approach you.

You got home early and goes straight to bed, completely passed out on your bed you immediately fell asleep, It's past 12 when you're suddenly woken up by the rocks hitting your windows You walked up towards the window and open it up, there you see Joel, waving at you obviously drunk but stopped when you disappeared, You goes down almost immediately opening the door "what are you doing??" you asked "can I sleep here tonight?" confused, you don't know what gotten into Him "what— c'mon I'm gonna take you home." quickly snatching your coat then helping the unstable Joel to walk.

Joel struggling to open the door, you to the rescue. "lemme—" He suddenly slaps your hand "I can do it." He tried again, failed. it's His time to look at you with those brown orbs asking for you to open the door but when you're about to twist the knob a sleepy Ellie coming to open it for you "ughh...thank you Y/n, you can just leave Him on the couch. " letting you in "I think im'ma stay for a little while, you can go back upstairs." you said giving the kid a soft smile which They return.

When you're done cleaning, you put a clean flannel shirt of Joel on the end of the couch for Him to change when He wakes up and a glass of water on the coffee table.

When you're about to stand up Joel suddenly hold your hand "stay." still half asleep you crouched down again to look at Him better, Him finally opening His eyes "You have a pretty eyes. " after a while He then strokes your hair "Smooth hair too. " He keeps stroking your hair, admiring your facial features "Thought you hated me. " He chuckled at that then suddenly sitting up taking you with Him to sit on His lap surprising you, when you finally got comfortable His hand finds you hair, stroking it again. "I'm drunk and hate everything but you. I love you. A lot." it's your time to cupped His face with one hand and Him leaning on your touch closing His eyes "can you say that again when you wake up tomorrow?" He loosely wraps His arms around your hips burrying His head on your chest nooding. He now take you with Him lying down on the couch sleeps overtaking the both of you.

The next morning you woke up with Him burying His head in your neck murmuring a good morning leaving small kisses now and then.

Turning you towards Him to get a better look at your face

"I love you. A lot." He said with a soft smile. you're grinning ear to ear, hotness creeping up from your stomach to your face, both of your hands cupping His face kissing Him passionately which He immediately returned, Oh how Inlove you are to this man.

"Well good morning to me" Ellie said as They walked in the living room, you both pulled away Joel glaring on Ellie's direction whose now preparing breakfast, You giggling and blushing like you're just caught red handed.

You both walked in the kitchen Isle Ellie handing Joel His coffee and you giving Him medicine for His headache. "So it's official?" Ellie suddenly blurts out "Ellie—" Joel looks at you then back to the kid "uhm—" Is It really official? you two didn't even spoke to each other just unsaid feelings, soft stares— god knows you two would always make an eye contact and then you're lost, lost in those brown orbs of His. "yes." Joel said looking at you as if asking "Yeah kid." You said softly "I knew it, You two we're literally eye fuc—" Joel suddenly cutting Them "C'mon let's eat, food's gettin' cold." you just giggled at Ellie sending daggers on Joel's direction, following Him to the table Ellie followed suit, sitting, you look at Joel's direction seeing a hint of pink on His cheeks chuckling and eating your breakfast peacefully with Ellie asking so many questions.

End.

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[sailorshadzter]

more random jonsa

mostly i wanted an excuse to write about jon taking care of sansa

In the aftermath of battle, there is much to do.

There are wounds to be sewn, hands to be held, eyes to be shut. She oversees every single moment, stitching wounds and softly singing to the dying, hoping that in their final moments the men who died for them all could find even just an ounce of peace. She waves away those who try to pry her from her work, insisting she would continue on until every last wound was clean and closed, until every last living soul was in a warm, comfortable place, and every last lost soul was a name in her whirling mind. Names she would not soon forget. 

It is only long after dawn breaks on the horizon that she is satisfied with what was left to do- there was still much to decide, much to think about, but she can rest. 

At least for now. 

And so she retreats from the courtyard, returning inside the castle and heading up to her own rooms, unsurprised that when she opens the door the room is not empty. “I wondered when you might take some time to rest,” Jon says as she slips inside, stripping herself of her dirty cloak, knowing it was certainly ruined, covered in blood and sweat and tears. “I thought I might have to fetch you myself.” He’d been forced into bed himself, with bandaged wounds and a sleeping draught, which had only just worn off a short while before. Of course the first place he came to was these rooms, only to find them empty. It doesn’t surprise him, truly, to have learned that she was at the forefront of the events in the aftermath- he’d watched from the double doors as she leaned over a dying man, her eyes gentle, her voice soothing as she softly sang him a song from their own childhood. He knew, in that moment, this was her place to be, this was the time her people needed her the most. One day, if not today, they would recall the memory of their beloved Lady of Winterfell tending to the wounded and the dying and they would honor her for what she’s done. 

She turns to him then, a faint smile curving on her lips as she takes a step closer to where he sits in the chair before the hearth. He’s changed his clothes and the bruising on his face is far more prominent than it’d been hours ago. But as he rises up, he moves with the grace of a man healing, of a man who perhaps was up a little earlier than he should have been, but she can tell he will go on to heal from what he’s suffered in battle. “And I’m surprised Lord Royce or Brienne didn’t force you to do so,” she spares a soft laugh as she thinks of her two most loyal, most trusted companions, both of whom had come in attempts to steal her away from what she’d been doing. 

As she moves, Jon cannot help but to notice there’s a slowness to her movements, as if something pains her. Suddenly, he’s on high alert. “What happened to you?” He asks, leaping to his feet, all so he can close the gap between them. “You’re hurt!” As a man who has suffered many injuries over the years, he knows an injured body when he sees one. “Sansa!” He reaches for her arm as she tries to turn away and she gasps, wrenching her arm from his grasp, a pained look crossing her features. 

Just like that he understands. 

“Show me…” He encourages softly, gentling his touch as he runs his fingers along her wrist, feeling the faint beating of her pulse beneath his fingertips. 

There comes a long pause before she finally relents, drawing her arm away just so she can roll back the sleeve of her gown, where he sees bloodied bandages wrapped around her limb. “It’s not so bad,” she says at once, but Jon is shaking his head, drawing her over to the chair he once occupied so he can sit her down in it instead. “It barely hurts at all-” whatever else she meant to say is cut off as she winces, his gentle touch enough to cause her pain as he begins to unwrap the bandages, revealing the wound to him. It is from a blade, that much he can tell, and while it is shallow- she must have drawn away at the right moment- he can tell it pains her. “It was a wight,” she says softly, drawing his attention back up to her face. “One had a child, I just couldn’t…” What she doesn’t say is that despite her attempts, that child was one they had to bury. What she doesn’t say is that each time she closes her eyes, she can hear the shrieks of those dying and those watching it happen. What she doesn’t say is that it took her years to overcome the trauma of what she witnessed during the riot in King’s Landing, leaving her to believe that this night would haunt her for the rest of her life. 

“Oh, Sansa…” Jon says softly, his hand sliding into place against the curve of her cheek. She leans into his touch, eyes closing as she breathes in. “Let me take care of you,” he murmurs next and her eyes open, blinking with surprise. It takes only a moment for her to nod, for her to sag against him, needing this moment more than she cared to let on. 

Within minutes he’s called for a hot bath and the maids bring the copper tub without hesitation; it takes no time at all for it to be full of sweetly scented water and though there would be talk tomorrow, he waves the maids away. The door to her bedchamber opens a moment later and she steps out wearing nothing but the dressing robe he’s seen her in countless times. “I’ll go…” He begins, but she shakes her head. 

“Stay, please…” 

He nods, but he turns around all the same, waiting until he hears the soft splash of the water sloshing over the sides to turn back around. She’s sunk deep into the warm depths, red hair floating around her as she sighs deeply, perhaps the most content she’s been in ages. He comes close as he dares, suddenly quite aware of the moment they were sharing, but she seems to not mind as she turns her gaze towards him once more. “Your arm…” He says when he finally finds his voice, drawing the stool up beside the tub, reaching for the small basket of supplies one of the maids had left behind. Inside he finds a washcloth and a small bar of soap that smells of honey and milk, which he dips into the water and rubs it into a lather against the cloth. She holds out her injured arm and he carefully, tenderly, dabs at the wound with the cloth, shooting her an apologetic glance when she sucks in a pained breath. “There,” he says when he’s decided it to be clean enough, gently lowering it back into the warm water. 

There they stay until the water turns cool and she says she cannot stand it a moment longer. 

He fetches her a warmed sheet, closing his eyes as he holds it out to her sopping body. She’s laughing softly at him as she wraps herself in the sheet and steps over the tub, her long red hair plastered against her damp skin. “Wait here,” she says, as if he could ever leave, and it isn’t until he hears the door to her bedchamber open and close once more that he opens his eyes. While she’s gone, the maids return to bring spiced wine and a small vial of milk of the poppy- he knows she needs it, even if she won’t admit it. A few minutes pass and she returns, wearing her ivory nightgown, bare feet padding across the rushes to stand before him. “Thank you for that.”

“I’m not quite done,” he admits a moment later, gesturing for her to return to the chair she once occupied, drawing the other one up to take himself. “Here,” he offers her a goblet of the wine, which she takes, tilting her head ever so slightly as she looks at him. “Let me see…” She extends out her arm and he gently pushes back the sleeve of her nightgown, revealing the wound to him once more. It’s stopped bleeding, but he knows infection can grow even in the most shallow of wounds, so he slathers it with the poultice the maids had brought along with the other supplies. 

“I didn’t know you were such a skilled maester,” she teases when she’s drunk her first goblet, blue eyes watching his every movement.

“I learned much in the Night’s Watch,” he admits, pouring her a second, grinning in spite of himself. Hers was not the first wound he’s cleaned and dressed, certainly it was not even to be the last. “That will feel better now.” He says as he secures the new, clean bandage around her arm, comforted by the thought that she would heal in a few weeks time, perhaps even without a scar. 

She had enough scars, after all. 

“Drink a glass with me,” she commands next, gesturing towards the other empty goblet. Jon obliges, pouring himself one before he pours her a third. He slides the vial of milk towards her, which she glances at, before she reaches for it and takes it without a word of protest. Perhaps such a thing would help her forget all that she’s seen this night. “You are well then?” She asks next, concern written into her blue eyes. Jon nods and she seems to relax, sinking back into the chair, red hair falling across her shoulder as she shifts to find the most comfortable of positions. “Truly?” Her hand reaches out, falling into place against his thigh, a gesture so natural one might think she’s done it hundreds of times before. 

A shiver races his spine and he can do nothing else but take a swig of wine from the goblet. “Aye, I am,” he finally says, recalling how it had been her hands that had tended to him, her hands that had cleaned his wounds, stitched them, bandaged them. 

It had always been her to heal him. 

“I’m glad,” she drains the last drops of wine and her head is spinning, though part of her knows it’s from more than the wine or the milk of the poppy. “Jon… Can I…” She trails off, blushing, looking away. “Can I sit with you…?” She asks a moment later, forcing the words from her lips before she loses her nerve. There is but a moment of pause before Jon nods, shifting his position to give her the place to climb into. Her weight is soft and warm as she sinks onto his lap, resting her head against his strong shoulder. He wraps an arm around her and he breathes her in, thankful that despite all that has happened, they still have a moment such as this one. Any instance that night could have changed things for the worst. Tomorrow, they would still have their family, their most precious loved ones, to embrace and to love. 

But tonight, he only had her. 

It does not take long for her to drift off to sleep, but even then Jon cannot bring himself to move her, fearful that it might disturb her slumber. And so that is how they stay for a long while, until the morning sunlight is bright as it streams in through her curtains. Only when he’s certain she is sound asleep, taken by both the wine and the medicine, does he put his arms beneath her and stand up. With her head still against his shoulder, he crosses the room and enters her bedchamber, a room he’s been in many times before. He finds her bed is unkempt, as if she’d tossed and turned within it for hours the day before, just as he’d done within his own. Carefully, he deposits her down onto the bed, tucking the furs around her, smiling as she smacks her lips and turns her head away, deeply asleep as she deserved to be.

He can only hope she dreams happily. 

[dhiings]

𖦹 Going Seventeen - Grudge (EP. 96)

"Why do i suddenly feel scared?", Seungkwan suddenly said

"Ah, i've been scared from the start when waiting for our turn", Jane whined.

"Where are we supposed to go?", Wonwoo ask to the cameraman. The cameraman just point out a direction to go to.

"Can i be in the middle of you guys?", Jane ask, flashing them with her smiling teeth. She was then welcomed by Wonwoo's and Seungkwan's hand.

"Let's go", Seungkwan said

Today's Going Seventeen Concept is ....

Whom to trust and whom not to trust? An overwhelming fear that has left them speechless What lies at the end of this long-lasting grudge? Grudge(舊怨)

Jane felt something's fishy and unordinary since the briefing of this episode. It was such a bizarre time and location to film, midnight and inside a foreign village, which looks like no one live in or actually pass by. They were actually not inform on the actual concept of this episode.

When she first knew that she's going to be in the same team with Wonwoo, it made her more suspicious of this episode. It is widely known by carats that when both of them are paired up together, they are going to do something that related with mystery and dark concepts. For example, EGO, The Tag, and ESCAPE ROOM. At this point, carats know that it's not a coincidence to pair them up during these kinds of contents.

In the "Grudge" episode, it's not just the two of them who's going to do this mission, but they are also accompanied with Seungkwan, making a group of 3.

"We need to find the other members", Wonwoo starting up a conversation.

"The other members? We're in competition with them", Seungkwan add making Jane laugh.

Out of nowhere, Seungkwan start singing to lighten up the mood. Still walking deeper into the village, Jane saw some writings on the wall, making both of the other member look at the same direction and start reading them one by one.

In the clip, it could be seen that Jane doesn't talk as much as the other two, it looks like she's in a silent mode. Rather than talking, she just look at the road by illuminating it with a flashlight, making sure she doesn't fall. It was raining at that time, so, it's a bit slippery.

"Having all of these house along the way makes it a little less-", "No, it's still scary", Seungkwan quickly change his words. This makes Jane smiled.

"Why are you so funny kwan-ie", Jane said. "I'm not trying to be funny", he said while pouting.

"What's that?" Seungkwan ask.

"Huh?"

Both Jane and Wonwoo look up to a nearby lighted spot.

"Oh, it's a light", Seungkwan answered his own question.

"This is scary", Seungkwan added. "I'm scared too", Jane proceed to hold his biceps stronger than before.

At the corner of her eye, she noticed a woman in a shadow.

"I'm sorry, but can you help me?", the woman ask while sobbing. "PLEASE HELP ME!" , she shouted again, still sobbing. She looks very scared and panicky.

The three of them quickly approach her. "What's going on?", saying in unison.

"Do you live here? What, what's going on?", Seungkwan ask nicely to the woman, who looks older than them.

"My husband isn't answering his phone..", she answered. Jane tries to go beside her and comfort the woman.

"Why are you here?", the woman asked to the three of them.

"We're, here to, um..", they can't find the right words to answer her. "We're here to check out an abandoned house", Seungkwan quickly intterupt.

"Were you the ones here earlier?", she continue asking.

"No, no, those were our friends", Jane said.

"When, where is your husband? How can we help you?", Seungkwan further asked.

The woman answered by pointing into a direction. "He went looking. But, nobody is picking up their phone. My husband and the villagers. Nobody. Please help me", she kept on pleading.

"I think, i think, It's because of him..he's back", she quickly added while looking into Jane's eye. Jane looked at Wonwoo with confused look.

"Him? Who are you talking about?", Wonwoo asked.

"Have you seen the news about Ko Sungil? He was released from prison", the woman asked.

Wonwoo answered while maintaining an eye contact with her, "Yes, Ko Sungil.."

"That person.. that man, has always been stranger really. I'm not crazy, i swear, please..", she continued.

"It's okay, we're going to try to help you. Just try to calm yourself first and tell us about that man", Jane told her while soothing the woman.

The woman slowly take a deeper breath to calm herself. Then, she proceed to tell them the story about the man called Ko Sungil.

"Not only did he kill his parents, but he was eating them too. You have to be careful!". Jane was shocked hearing what the women said in between her cries.

"Okay, it's okay. We will try to find your husband, Kim Mansu", Jane lastly said before the three of them resume their journey.

Jane kept grumbling along the way until they see a house with the lights on. "Ah, no. Why. Whhyy. We're not ghost hunters seungkwan-ah. Oh dear Lord. What have i done to accept going with today's content", she cried.

"Should we check the house first?", Wonwoo asked while lighting up the house in front of them with a flashlight. "Is the abandoned house this one?", Seungkwan asked.

Out of nowhere a shout is heard coming from the inside of the house, "SEUNGKWAN-AH"

"Shit, ah-", Jane cursed in a small voice, looking around hoping no one caught her.

They rushed to unlock the house and search for the source of the shout.

"Oh-, mingoo oppa? ah.. uji oppa is here too?", Jane slowly entering the house.

"Are you guys okay? Is this the abandoned house that we were supposed to go to?", Wonwoo asked to both Woozi and Mingyu. Woozi quickly deny it, instead, he ask them if they haven't been there yet.

Jane quickly shakes her head.

"So, we're here because we met this stranger and he said that all of the villagers are strange. And he said 'Come inside my house for now'. That way, we could leave safely", Mingyu explained.

"But, why are you shouting to save you guys?", Seungkwan asked while standing right behind the sofa, Mingyu and Woozi sitting on. Meanwhile, Wonwoo and Jane decide to just sit down on another sofa beside them.

"So we walked inside-", cutting his own sentence to tell Wonwoo, "That way is blocked", and proceed to finish his sentence.

"But then, he took Vernon with him. He said all of the villagers are crazy and strange. He said he'd find a way out for us-"

"And told us to wait here", Woozi quickly added

"He told us to wait here and that person-", Mingyu carry on. But, he was quickly stopped by Woozi saying, "He needed someone to help him so he took Vernon with him".

Hearing that, Jane become suspicious of that stranger.

"According to him, he has an older brother which was released from prison. But, later, we found out, that the culprit can't be his older brother because we looked around the house and there's no older brother in any of the photos. We roamed around the house when he left to clear a path so we could all go home", Woozi explained.

Jane looked stunned hearing the story. "I'm getting goosebumps for real...poor Vernon", she said

"it's either him or he's lying about something right now.."

Wonwoo add another information, "We met someone on our way up here". "The one searching for her husband?", Seungkwan said. Wonwoo quickly nod.

"She said that her husband came up here to find the people visiting the abandoned house but he disappeared. And then, she also tell us that there's a murderer called Ko Sungil coming back here", Wonwoo continued.

"Ko sungil? that's his older brother name..", Mingyu said.

"What?!", Jane standing up from the Sofa.

"Why are you sop calm right now? Doesn't that mean Vernon is missing? ", Seungkwan asked.

"Vernon.. well.. he went with him to help. But, we don't know what's the truth and what's a lie", Woozi said.

"It could really be that the villagers are the bad people or he could be the bad person",

"Yes, but either way, this is a really strange place to be"

While, Woozi and Mingyu start displaying all of the informations from the diaries and newspapers that they found, Seungkwan and Wonwoo decide to start looking around the place.

During discussion, Jane was quiet. She tries to match all the information like a puzzle.

"Ah! Isn't it obvious? The man that take Vernon away IS Ko Sungil.. he's tricking us. It's not possible that the villagers are the one who we should stay away from. I saw the woman earlier, she was distraught and she kept giving us the opposite things that the man said. I just feel that it's him. He's the one we should stay away from because why else he would be lying about him having a brother, right?"

"Woah. Wait. Woah", their reaction starts to bubbled up.

"You know what.. we should really go... NOW", Jane insisted.

One by one, they start going out of the house and starts heading the lower part of the village, where Vernon left with that man. Woozi leading the way, followed by Seungkwan, then Mingyu, and lastly, Jane and Wonwoo at the back. Jane hold his hand very tight, she was scared as hell.

"I can't see anything without a flashlight", Mingyu said.

"Woozi-ah, want me to give you my flashlight? if you're leading the way", Wonwoo offered.

They kept walking and walking, till they met a car with the headlights on.

"That's.. what that's", Jane said while pointing out at a direction where a man is walking toward them while dragging an axe.

They were startled by the man's sudden shout. Seeing the man starts running towards them, they run as fast as they can. All five of them kept running to the other side to avoid the man, the one they thought was a 'helpful man', Ko Sungil.

[THE END]

ngl, i feel like my writing doesn't make any sense 😃😅, hope you guys like itt, see u with my another writings!!

[twice-inamillion]

Second Day in Osaka

Smut (Deep Penetration, creampie, concert sex)

Chapter 175

It’s the second day of the Dome tour in Osaka, Japan. The previous night before was a successful one, and the members wanted to repeat it again.

Today seems easier since the members are getting used to the schedule and can relax. Jihyo is taking this opportunity to make a move on you in the changing room.

Having a lot of space and privacy, it’s easy for a quick fuck. It’s even easier when everyone else is enjoying their lunch, not to say that Jihyo isn’t enjoying her snack.

Jihyo has you pinned on the couch as she’s riding your cock. Her tits are out and bouncing wonderfully as she moans whenever she hits the end of her womb with your cock.

Since you proposed to Jihyo, she’s been craving your cock and leaving you dry. You’re not sure if it’s her way of telling the rest of the members that you’re hers or if her hormones are up in the air, but you don’t care for the reason.

Watching her beautiful giant tits bounce makes you want to grab them. The way they feel in your hands and how nice and firm they are is something you can’t put into words.

You switch and massage her breast to flicking her buds, causing her to moan. “You know that my breast are sensitive, yet you mess with them. You’re such a bad boy.” You can’t respond as she immediately shoves your face to her breast, causing you to take her nipple in your mouth. You begin to suckle on her tit, making her release her precious milk inside your mouth.

Jihyo moans to get her breast getting milked and rides you slowly. As more time passes, she begins to feel her orgasm come near. “I… I’m going to cum” she moans softly. “Same…” as you hold on to her waist. “Do… do it inside,” and you release your seed inside her.

Unfortunately, at that exact moment, someone barges into the room. “Jihyo… are you in here?” asks Jeongyeon. “Haha… it looks like Jihyo already has her fill,” laughs Sana.

Jihyo turns around in shock and immediately gets off you, dripping a large amount of cum back on your cock.

Jeongyeon is there frozen from watching both of you fuck. She can’t get her eyes off you as you stand up with a throbbing cock.

Jihyo gets dressed as fast as possible and joins her members for lunch.

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Jeongyeon can’t help but avoid looking you in the eyes as the night continues. The image of what she’s seen the past few days have been imprinted in her mind.

“Are you thinking of what you saw earlier?” asks Sana teasingly.

“No… I have something else on my mind. Why would I be thinking of him? He’s so annoying.”

“Sure… he is. Anyways I can’t stop thinking about it. Maybe I’ll try to get a little piece of what Jihyo was having,” she smirks.

“Eww… don’t say that,” whines Jeongyeon.

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The night continues as the concert begins, and you’re watching them backstage through the large tv screen.

The members rush off the stage to catch their break before the next set.

You suddenly have a feeling that someone is watching you, causing you to get chills running down your spine.

After they change clothes, they run back, and you notice Sana glide her finger across your cheek, “see you later,” and blows you a kiss.

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The cheers and clapping of the crowd as the members of Twice finish their last encore song. They say their goodbyes to the audience and make their way backstage.

“Congratulations on finishing your last day here in Osaka. I was told we had a successful night for these two sold-out shows. Let’s keep this up and get some rest for the next leg, Tokyo,” you say.

The members clap, and the rest of the crew return to work to take down the stage.

As the members walk to the private break room for members only, Sana stays and comes up to you. “I’m exhausted from tonight’s show. How about you give me a pick me up” as she grabs your hand. Remembering your job for the show, you don’t reject, and Sana leads the way to the dressing room.

“What do you want Sana?” you ask.

“Come on… treat me nice. I worked so hard today and I think I deserve a little gift just like Jihyo.”

“So it’s like that…”

“I want you to treat me real good, please” as she gives up puppy dog eyes.

You know what you need to do, and you have been a bit stressed today, so you let her lead you. Both of you enter the dressing room and sit on the large sofa.

Sana sits on your lap and begins to kiss you. Her sloppy kissing makes you hard as she tries to explore your mouth. The way her lips feel against yours and how soft they really are.

Sana's breathing was heavy, and she drooled on her lower lip. Wanting to give her a bit of a treat, you pull back and see her reaction. Her eyes are in a sexual trance as she’s waiting for what’s to come.

What catches your eye is her neck as a bit of sweat from her previous performance. Wanting a taste, you aim for her neck, drawing yourself closer and blowing some cold air. This catches Sana by surprise as she get shivers. You slowly plant your lips against her neck and kiss it slowly.

Little by little, you trace your lips along her neck, leaving a slight wetness. Because of the air conditioner in the room, that wetness causes her to tremble in anticipation for more.

You slowly begin to pull down her outfit, revealing her collarbone. Moving from her neck to her collarbone, you slowly kiss her soft white skin. She moans out your name, telling you to take her.

Undoing the rest of her outfit reveals a thin lace bralette. You can’t help by staring. She smiles at your reaction and says, “like what you see?”

You nod, “maybe you’ll like what’s under there, “ as she points to her lower outfit. You excited continue as you remove the remainder of her closes until only her bra and panties are left.

“I’m not the only one that’s going to be undressed, right?” she’s right, and you undo your dressing shirt, revealing the arms Sana likes so much. “I really like your arms Oppa, they’re so big and strong. Makes me look small compared to you,” as she caresses your arms. “You like it with I dominate you, huh.” She nods, agreeing with your comment, “I like it when you make me feel like a woman, I need your strong cock inside my little pussy” as she rubs on your bulge.

Your pants can’t handle your cock any longer, and it feels like your pants are going to rip. You slowly undo your belt, and button and work your way to grab your cock from its restraints. She’s in awe as she sees your dick out in all its glory, “finally… I’ve wanted this.”

You pull her closer and remove her bra, revealing her little brown nipples. The sudden breeze from the air conditioner makes her nubs stiffen. Slowly you pull down her panties and toss them to the chair nearby. You stand proud and tall as you look at Sana lying on the couch, nude.

You pull out your phone and take a series of photos. “How about I pose for you a little? You can add these to your collection.” Sana places her hands under her boobs, making them look slightly bigger, *click. Puts her arm across her chest and hand covering her little cunt to get a sense of mystery, but you well know that you’ve seen every inch of her body, *click.

She turns around, showing her back and ass to you. You grab her left butt cheek and slap it, causing it to jiggle and take a shot. Finally, she turns back around and tells you, “put your cock on top of my pussy. I want to compare how big your cock is to my small body .” And you do. You place your hardened cock on her tummy. You see your cock reaches from her lower lips to her belly button, demonstrating how small Sana’s body is. You take the final picture and show it to her. “Oh my god… that cock is huge. I don’t know how my pussy can take the whole thing in,” as she rubs her fingers on her clit.

“Are you ready?” Sana nods, and you press your cock against her lips, spreading them a bit. “Wait…” and you stop. “What happened?” “I want you to record it… when your cock penetrates me.”

“Fuck Sana… You’re really a horny little slut.” She giggles, “anything to have you inside of me and your seed.” You slap her hip, “you and your breeding. You really want me to breed you, huh.”

“Yes… I want you to pour all your cum inside my tummy until it can’t hold anymore of it.” With a smile, you reply, “So be it.”

Holding the phone, you hit record. Aligning your cock against her lips, you see how it spreads as you push your member inside. Slowly the head of your cock disappears, Sana moans as she starts to feel your cock invade her sacred place. Every time you push you see a bulge beginning to appear on Sana’s tummy.

“Oh… my… god… your cock is so big that you can see my pussy have a hard time containing it. You’re spreading me so much you can see the outline of your cock, fuck….”

“You’re such a little slut, Sana. You whine about it being too big, but your pussy just holds it right once it’s inside.” She giggles, knowing that it’s true.

You begin missionary style, trying to set the mood. You start off with some slow thrusting and eventually pick up the pace. You’re excited as Sana’s face is filled with lust. Having your cock inside of her seems to be one of her favorite things to look forward to during this tour, and you’ll try not to disappoint.

After a while, you try to change things a bit. You put her in a seashell position. Having her lie back with her legs raised all the way up behind her head to reach a little deeper. You don’t give her a chance to adjust as you immediately give her a hard thrust. She grunts loudly from the sudden stab in her womb, but you cover her mouth, so you’re not discovered.

Having Sana in this position, you can reach deep inside her, scraping the deepest part of her walls with every thrust you give. You watch Sana’s body get hotter and hotter by being close to her. As time passes, you see her tremble as she reaches her peak. “Please… please cum inside. Fill me with your seed,” she begs.

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Being the last day of the Osaka tour, Sana’s parents wanted to support their only daughter by attending the show. They bought their tickets ahead of time and kept it secret from her. They watched their own daughter perform with such enthusiasm that they were happy with their choice of letting her go to Korea to follow her dreams.

As they point up some confetti from the floor seating, one of the twice crew members notice Sana’s parents and ask if they would like to see Sana. They happily agree, and the crew member finds one of the Twice managers. Having a strict policy of not entering restricted areas, they had to run everything by one of the managers.

The crew member leaves after letting manager unnie know of the situation. She returns to the stage and sees Sana’s parents waiting in the floor section. Manager unnie escorts them backstage and leads them to the member's private area. They meet the rest of the members but don’t see Sana anywhere. “I remember seeing Sana around when we came backstage,” says Chaeyoung. “Can you take us to her?” asks Sana’s mom. “Sure, follow me,” responds Chaeyoung. She walks them into one of the makeup rooms but has no luck. This leaves one more possible room that Sana might be in. They move towards another room and suddenly hear a sound like Sana begging. Not knowing if Sana is in danger or hurt, Sana’s mom quickly opens and rushes inside, surprised by what’s happening.

They see their daughter nude with her legs raised towards her head, naked, getting fucked by a man with a muscular back. “Please… please cum inside. Fill me with your seed,” their daughter shouts out. “Fuck… take it all,” says the man thrusting inside Sana.

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Hearing Sana beg is music to your ears, and you want to cum after fucking her for a while. You pull out one last time before you thrust back inside with full force. You grab Sana’s cheek marking sure that she looks at you as you cum. Looking at each other in the eyes, you finally thrust back in but suddenly hear, “Mom?”

Sana tries getting your attention, but it's too late. A wave of cum floods her walls, aiming to fill her womb with your seed. Sana’s eyes roll back from the feeling of getting her womb filled. Your breathing is heavy as you have used your energy and suddenly hear a familiar voice, “Oppa turn around.”

“Fuck…” you say to yourself internally and turn around. You expect to only see Chaeyoung, but you’re shocked to see a familiar woman with a man standing behind her. It takes a while to realize who they are, and the names finally come into your mind.

“Okasan, Otosan?” says Sana in a tried voice. You immediately pull out and try to cover yourself but can't find anything. You stand there nude with nothing on and still have a semi-hard cock which leaves everyone in shock.

“Kyokon” whispers Sana’s mom as she sees your member but immediately rushes towards Sana as she sees her struggling to stand up. You bow, trying to apologize for what just occurred, but Sana’s father looks at you seriously and walks to help Sana stand up.

You turn around and see Sana trembling as her legs are numb from having her in such a position earlier. Cum drips onto the floor and down her thighs from the amount you pumped into her. Sana’s dad takes off his jacket and tries to cover Sana’s back as they walk to the dressing station.

“後で話さなければならない (we need to talk later)” is what hear Sana’s dad shout and point towards the door, signaling you to get out.

You immediately rush to put your clothes on and leave the room with Chaeyoung walking behind you.

[daphwritesworld]

BMB CHAPTER 5 SNEAK PEAK !!

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"Have a nice day and good luck with Leah!" Keira calls out the window.

You laugh before turning your head around, "Thanks Mum, I'll make sure to stick to the plan!" And then you're off to head into the building. Thank god Keira picked you up so early, because it looks like only one other car is here…and that just so happens to be the blonde defender's Audi.

The beating of your heart accelerates with every step you take, and it rises till it drowns out your hearing. Just a steady thump. thump. thump. thumping that has you worried you might pass out. You're trying to think of what to say to her, but your mind is completely blanking. As you see the door of the changing room you are 85% sure you might throw up as soon as you see her. So you take a few seconds to calm yourself down, remembering Keira's words as you close your eyes and take deep breaths like earlier. When you reopen them you bite the bullet and walk in, and for the first time in a week…she looks at you.

It feels like your heart stops in your chest, and the words on your tongue suddenly get trapped inside your throat. Your eyes search hers, and then your mouth is moving before your brain can catch up. "You look like you haven't been getting much sleep."

She doesn't scoff or turn away like you except. Her eyes just soften a bit as she speaks, "I can say the same for you, y/l/n."

Ouch. Still on a last name basis? To be fair you haven't even gotten to step one of the plan yet, so let's allow room for some grace.

"I got you a tea!" You blurt it out like an idiot, jutting your hand out towards her with a blush dusting across your cheeks.

"You sure it's not for Russo? I mean, we're both blonde and apparently just your typ—" you cut her off with a kiss.

She freezes at first, and that makes you panic. You go to pull away as you start apologizing, "I-I'm sorry, Le—" but it's her that cuts you off this time. She kisses you with more force behind it, her hands searching out for your middle. But they stop just as she's about to touch you, hovering her hands as she pulls away to look you in the eyes. "Do you think you deserve for me to touch you?"

You can feel the heat radiating off of her body. A frown etches its way onto your face as you bite your lip, "No…but I can earn it."

Leah takes the cup from your hand as she sets it on the bench behind her, quickly turning her attention back to you. She decides to take a seat on the opposite end, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she does. "Come here," she licks her lips after she says it. You walk in front of her, leaving some space until she tells you what to do next. That must be the wrong move though, because then she's reaching out and pulling you to stand between her thighs. "Now get on your knees."

You swallow the lump in your throat as you follow her instructions, setting your knees on the cold floor as you stare up at her. She lets one of her hands rest on your cheek, "Open your mouth, y/l/n."

When you follow her orders, she shoves her index & middle fingers into your mouth. I mean Keira did say you'd have to kiss ass, and if this is what she meant? Oh you'd do it all day long. You gag at first, tears gathering as you try and relax your throat around her digits. She doesn't let you get used to the feeling, removing them after about 30 seconds. You don't expect what she does next though. Leah slides her own hand down her shorts, using your spit as lube for herself. She bites her lip as she starts rubbing circles into her clit, watching you squirm as the reality of the situation starts to settle in. You stay locked in a state of shock until she slips her fingers inside her pussy, moaning out a mix of curses and your name. You start to lay kisses on her inner thighs, but you're quickly stopped by her free hand gripping your hair. "You touch me again without permission, and I'll leave you here like this. Wet, untouched, and unsatisfied. So sit there and watch like a good girl. Prove to me how sorry you are."

"Yes ma'am," the grip on your hair gets tighter, and a small smirk flashes across your face from the action.You make sure to stay on your best behavior after that. Even going as far to sit your hands on top of your thighs so you aren't tempted to disobey. She looks absolutely stunning like this. Her chest starts to heave up and down as her fingers speed up inside her shorts, and her sounds of pleasure echo off the walls around you. "Take your shorts off," she says it breathlessly.

You hesitate a little, head snapping over to the door as your fingers linger on your waistband. "I won't ask you again, y/n." You look back at Leah,"Take. Your. Shorts. Off." She exaggerates with a tug to your scalp after every word, sending jolts of electricity flying through your body. Your hands finally start shoving the useless piece of fabric down your hips and you let them pool around your ankles. "Nuh uh— all the way off," Leah rasps out above you.

[tala-bez-i]

At first sight Chapter Eighteen

(m!reader x Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu)

Fluff/slash/reader is male/cursing/BontenTimeline/drugs and alcohol mentioned/violence/blood/death

All characters that appeared in the Tokyo Revengers manga and anime belong to Ken Wakui.

Words: 3711

This chapter may not be pleasant to read for some people.

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As Hanma mentioned earlier, everyone was called for a special meeting. Everyone except you, so you and the IT guy who worked for the syndicate started looking through the contents of hard drives and laptops. 

“A lot of material was removed, but it doesn't matter.” The man mumbled, opening a can of energy drink and pouring it into a mug of coffee. “I know how to get it back…” 

You grimaced at the sight but didn't comment on it and went back to browsing through photo folders. It was full of photos of Emiko and honestly, you were sick of them. 

“How can I check if any folders have been hidden?” You asked and the IT specialist wheeled up to you on a chair, its wheels gently tapping on the panels. You couldn't see what he did specifically because his fingers moved so quickly across the keyboard, but suddenly several folders appeared on the desktop. "Thank you..." 

"Here you go. This is what they pay me for.” He pushed himself off the floor with his feet and wheeled himself back to the desk he was working at. He thought about something for a moment, turned on the second laptop and did the same trick on it, thanks to which half of the desktop was filled with password-protected folders. “We'll play with that later.” 

You nodded and went back to work. You opened the first folder, and you were frozen. You quickly opened two more and cursed. 

“It's pornography…” 

"Nothing big." The IT guy said in a bored tone. 

“No, not in that sense. It's child pornography.” 

At these words, the man turned towards you, disgust appearing on his face. “Whatever they prefer. Are there any adults in the photos?” 

“Yes, on a lot.” 

“So, it's good blackmail material.” He shrugged and turned back to the desk. “We will save it to a safe disk and use it in the future.” 

This time it was you who looked disgusted, but you had to admit the man was right. Blackmail isn't a bad idea when it comes to a scandal like this. You were about to finish browsing the last folder when you saw photos of the half-naked Uchiyama couple accompanied by drugged, completely defenseless children. 

“Vile, disgusting bitch.” You swore and the IT guy looked at you over his shoulder. 

“Is the young lady who arrived today there too?” 

You shot him a furious look and your companion laughed quietly but didn't pursue the topic any further. You set your laptop aside and moved your chair next to his. Still feeling angry, you both started going through the contents of the hard drive that Rindou had taken from the house. 

“Here are the recordings from the Uchiyamas' basement.” He explained to you briefly as he displayed a detailed list of video files. “First activity... Three years ago.” 

"Three years ago?" You were surprised and leaned forward, frowning. “Junko mentioned that it all started a little over a year ago.” 

“This teddy bear panty gem?” The IT guy asked, and you nodded. “Maybe her lover had nothing to do with this at that time?” 

“Maybe…” It would make some sense, but you had no evidence for it… Maybe there would be something on the recordings? “Okay, what's in the first videos?” 

The man played the first few video files, and it turned out that they were mainly torture chamber arrangements... And maybe a few recordings of intimate situations between Ryousuke and Emiko, but nothing more. Every time the man used violence against the woman, but they always ended up showing affection, so... 

You looked down for a moment, wondering if the woman had always been like this or if she changed shortly after your breakup. She had never mentioned her sexual fantasies to you and a feeling of uselessness began to overcome you. You didn't like hurting the women you had sex with... 

"There it is. The first torture.” The man said suddenly, and you looked up at the screen. “It looks like they were just beating them… Mainly him, but that woman was joining him too.” 

“They're having fun.” You mumbled, looking at the recording date. A month after the first recording. 

“Whatever they prefer. They obviously tried to control themselves, because the girls left the basement only slightly bruised." You looked through the next two files, but there weren't many changes to them. “And we have our first guy. Okay, we have two guys at once. This time the master of the house does not interfere, and all the fun belongs to the lady of the house. Is this some sort of holiday?” 

You looked at the date and grimaced. “Yes, you could call it that. It's her birthday." 

“Fuck... I won't go into details....” 

There was a two-day break between each camera recording, and it seemed like the Uchiyamas were engaging in torture quite regularly. At least for the first six months. Later they did it more or less often. 

In one of the recordings, a table and a few chairs appeared in a row, which you had seen in the torture chamber with your own eyes, and the first guests began to appear. Both men and women, and you were able to recognize the faces of several of them. They discussed some business matters and then Emiko brought in the prostitutes and the fun began. You noticed that there were never more than two of them at a time. 

As your eyes began to burn and your brain began to refuse to absorb any more images from the videos, you looked at your watch to check the time. It had only been three hours and you were already fed up. 

“Shall we finish?” The IT guy asked, as if sensing your tiredness, but he played another video. 

“No. Not yet." You said quietly and leaned forward again. 

The door to the room where you were sitting with the IT specialist opened and Kisaki walked in. He walked over to the desk and rested his hand on the back of your chair. 

"How's it going?" 

“Not bad, boss. We already have material to blackmail our lovely couple's clients.” The man replied, pointing at one of the laptops. 

"That's good. Anything besides?” 

“The first activities date back almost three years, but no murders yet.” You said and there was silence in the room, which was broken by the opening of another can of energy drink and its sweetish scent wafted to your nostrils. 

“Okay…” Kisaki muttered a little uncertainly and patted the back of the chair. “Don't stay on it too long. I don't want any mistakes.” He started to walk towards the door but turned around and said to you. "Oh, yeah. Congratulations on your fatherhood, L/n.” 

You were about to mutter a thank you when you saw Ryousuke Uchiyama himself on the screen, starting to unbutton his shirt. He disappeared from the camera's view for a moment, but its microphone picked up the man's raised voice. 

“Yuuta! Yuuta, come down to me right now, please!” 

Did that motherfucker just call out your son's name? No. You must have misheard yourself from tiredness. 

"Carefully. One step at a time. Just like that." 

After a short while, you saw the man leading the hand of a small boy who was waddling by his side towards the table. Uchiyama lifted the little boy into his arms and sat him on the tabletop, right next to a small box with unknown contents. 

"Mommy?" The boy asked in a thin, uncertain voice and the man took a handkerchief from his pants pocket and started wiping the child's face. 

“Mommy went shopping. She'll be back in an hour." The man said and opened the box and... 

“Is this fruit?” You asked, leaning forward to get a better look. 

“Sliced honey melon, I guess.” The IT specialist replied uncertainly. 

You watched as Uchiyama sprinkled some powder on a piece of fruit and gave it to the little boy. The back of the chair you were sitting on leaned back slightly under the pressure of Kisaki's hand as he returned to the desk. 

The toddler took the food in both hands and began to eat carefully. He began to cheerfully swing his short legs in the air, obviously enjoying eating the fruit. 

"What's that?" He asked in a thin voice as the man began to stroke his hair tenderly. 

"Sugar. Don't tell your mother, she will be angry, and we don't want that.” 

The boy nodded, smiling broadly, but after a short while his movements slowed down, the fruit fell from his hands, and his head began to fall on his small chest. 

“It's not sugar, it's sleeping pills.” Someone mumbled, and it wasn't until you felt the eyes of the IT guy and the blonde strategist that you realized it was you who had said it. 

Uchiyama embraced the boy and placed him on the table, then started fiddling with his clothes... 

"Turn it off." Kisaki ordered, pushing your chair away from the desk and standing in front of you, completely blocking your view of the computer screen. “L/n, that's enough thrills for today.” 

You felt numb, as if you had been hit in the head. You saw it. You saw that's where that son of a bitch was going. You saw it... You saw it... 

“L/n!” You heard Kisaki's raised voice and looked deep into his steel-gray eyes. 

The man pulled away in shock and you got up from your chair and ran out of the room. 

“L/n!” You heard Tetta calling your name, almost hot on your heels. “L/n!” 

You had no intention of stopping. You knew where they kept Emiko locked up. You had to get your hands on her and ask her if she knew what her husband was doing to your son. After all, Yuuta was 3 years old then... 

“Hanma, don't let L/n near that woman!” Kisaki shouted, probably into the phone, because you didn't see the tall man anywhere. “Don't ask stupid questions! L/n will kill her!” 

You ran down the wide stairs and sprinted through the hall, passing another closed door. You were getting closer, and you heard the blonde's calls fainter and weaker. You just didn't know if it was because you were losing your pursuit or if it was just drowned out by the sound of your own blood in your ears. 

You came around the corner and immediately ran into someone's hands, which grabbed you by the shirt and threw you against the wall, ending the chase. Your back hit the wall hard and all the air was knocked out of your lungs. You fell to the floor with a groan and tried to catch your breath again. 

You saw someone slowly approaching you and after a while you were lifted up by the shirt on your back. Someone's strong hands pressed you against the wall and that's when you saw Kanji Mochizuki's threatening face. 

“Sorry man, this is a really bad situation, but it's a perfect opportunity for me to finally beat the crap out of you.” He said in a calm tone, tightening his grip under your neck and you automatically tightened your hands on his wrists. 

“Let him go, Mochi.” You saw a weakly smiling Hanma approach you and you didn't like what you saw in his eyes. Pity. 

“Why should I listen to you, hmm?” Mochi brought his face closer to yours, observing you with an icy gaze. 

“This is a unique situation.” 

“Mochi!” Kisaki shouted as he had just reached you, his breathing as heavy as yours. 

“Oh my, Kisaki... Has your condition gotten worse?” Hanma joked. 

“Shut your mouth.” 

You were starting to get control of your breathing and didn't move. You were aware of the fact that you were getting carried away by your emotions. That was very unprofessional of you. 

“L/n…” Kisaki stood next to Mochi and looked into your face. “What the fuck was that supposed to be?” 

You shot him an icy glare but didn't answer him. 

"I know that what you saw in the video shocked you and you want to hurt someone, but we haven't finished interrogating Haruka Uchiyama, and we won't let you get to her..." 

“I would love to see what our precious Y/n could do to her.” Hanma joked. 

“Shut the fuck up, Hanma! This is not a joke, you don't realize the seriousness of the situation!” Kisaki growled furiously, turning towards the thin man. 

“There's no reason to get so carried away, Kisaki.” Shuji leaned slightly over the shorter man to look deep into his eyes and smirked. “This is a completely normal reaction from a parent whose child has been hurt like this…” 

“You didn't give a damn and you don't know shit, Hanma. Should I remind you what you did yourself?" He stabbed the man in the chest several times with his finger. 

Shuji narrowed his golden eyes slightly and straightened up. “I was just following orders. Besides, killing someone's family, and that's... You're not a saint either, Kisaki." 

You could clearly see the anger in the blonde's steel eyes. Oh yeah, Hinata Tachibana... 

Suddenly you felt Mochizuki's grip loosen and your eyes landed on his face again. 

“Where's that junkie when we need him?” He asked, ignoring the two men arguing behind him. 

“Mikey's place.” Kisaki replied without taking his eyes off Hanma. 

"Great." Mochi growled and let go of you. Only then did you realize that you were standing on your tiptoes. 

You rubbed your neck with your hand and looked down. Your mind was completely confused, but you felt relieved that you were stopped from what you wanted to do to Emiko... 

“Emiko Miura.” You said in a flat voice and both strategists looked at you. 

"What?" 

“Emiko Miura, not Haruka Uchiyama. Call the whore you're interrogating by her name, Kisaki.” 

The short blonde's face showed surprise at your sudden composure and Hanma burst out laughing, patting his friend on the back. You straightened your shirt and straightened up. After thinking for a moment, you bowed slightly, surprising Kisaki Tetta even more. 

“I got carried away by emotions. "I'm sorry." 

Hanma whistled in surprise and straightened you up. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes gave you a searching look. "Stop it." He said briefly and you saw Kisaki turn his head away. 

“Go back to your room, Y/n. Rest. You will have no further involvement in viewing the video footage from the Uchiyama home.” 

"But..." 

"End of discussion." He gave you a hard look and Hanma wrapped his long arm around your shoulders. “Your main task is to get Sato and the rest. We suspect that from now on, Ryousuke Uchiyama will stick close to his employer, Hideki Nagano and Hachirou Kuroda.” He walked up to you and looked at you seriously. “You go back to Sanzu and the Haitanis. And stay away from Emiko.” 

You watched Kisaki walk away down the hall and didn't know what to say. You felt angry and relieved at the same time, but maybe the whole murder case was coming to an end? 

“I'll take your place in viewing the videos.” Hanma said calmly as he pulled you closer to him, the corners of his mouth turning up in his signature smirk. “Don't worry, Y/n. If I find out if the whore knew anything about your son being molested, you'll be the first person I tell." He let go of you and started walking in the same direction as the blonde strategist. 

“Should I walk you back, or will you go to your room yourself?” Mochi asked and when you looked at him you saw a warning in his eyes. 

“I'll go myself. Thank you, Mochi..." 

“Hmm.” The other man muttered without moving from his spot, so you turned around and started walking towards the bedroom wing. 

You almost dragged yourself down the halls, feeling even more tired than before, and when you entered your room, you sat on your bed and buried your face in your hands. You didn't know Yuuta, you didn't even know of his existence before, but he was your son, and it was a parent's duty to protect his child... You felt like you had failed, but you knew deep in your heart that you shouldn't blame yourself for anything. You did not know. 

You didn't stay there in complete silence for very long before there was a cheerful knock on your door, and someone opened it without waiting for your answer. 

Sanzu stood in the doorway overjoyed, but when your eyes met, all the joy written on his beautiful face evaporated. He quickly walked inside, closed the door behind him, and placed an untouched bottle of some alcohol on the coffee table. 

“What happened, Y/n?” He asked, walking closer to you. 

“I'm coming back to you. Kisaki's order.” You said quietly and confusion appeared on the pink-haired man's face. 

“Shouldn't you be happy?” 

"I'm." 

“Somehow you don't necessarily show it.” He huffed coldly but sat down next to you and your arms touched. “Will you tell me what really happened?” 

“That's the truth. I'm coming back to you.” 

“Y/n.” 

You sighed and shook your head. “I don't want to talk about it now, Sanzu. Sorry. I need more specifics.” 

“What specifics? You know I can make you talk, right?” 

“You know that if I insist, even if you start skinning me, I won't say anything.” 

"Do not tempt." Sanzu said quietly and the room fell silent. He didn't push, and you were grateful for that. 

“What did you bring there?” You tried to change the subject, hoping Sanzu would let you. 

“Mochizuki's whiskey.” The man replied. 

“Fuck, Sanzu…” You sighed, looking up at him. "Seriously? Hasn't he given you a black eye in a while?” 

Haruchiyo looked at you outraged and put his hand to his heart. 

“How can you judge me for stealing, L/n?” He asked innocently, blinking his eyes. 

“I don't suspect it. I am stating a fact.” 

Sanzu huffed and turned his back to you. “For your information, Mochi told me to pass this on to you.” 

"What?" You asked in surprise and tried to look into the pink-haired man's face. “Mochi gave you his whiskey himself?” 

“To you. I don't know what for, but it's a gift from him to you.” The man explained, giving you a vague look. 

You stood up, walked over to the coffee table and grabbed a bottle of alcohol. You looked at Sanzu, who was watching your every move with narrowed eyes. 

“Do you promise you're telling the truth?” 

"I swear." 

You unscrewed the bottle and held it towards him. “Would you like a glass?” 

“Fuck the glass.” He replied half-jokingly and patted the space next to him. 

You walked back to him and sat down on the bed before taking a good swig of alcohol. The whiskey, as usual, was the best and rich in flavor. You swallowed the alcohol and felt a pleasant tingle in your throat. You handed Sanzu the bottle and he took as big a sip of the drink as you did. He grimaced slightly and handed the bottle back to you. 

The images from the computer were still in your head, but you were grateful that Sanzu distracted you from them with his presence. You needed it, and the alcohol... You started drinking and after the fourth sip, Sanzu tightened his fingers around your wrist. 

“Hey, hey, hey! It’s not apple juice, Y/n!” He tried to joke, but there was concern in his voice. You let him push the bottle away from your lips and laughed bitterly. 

“You are mean, Haruchiyo.” 

“Yes, yes I know.” He took the bottle from your hand and set it on the nightstand. “Fuck, Y/n. When was the last time you sucked like that into any bottle, huh?” 

A heavy sigh escaped your chest and you leaned back, letting your back land on the bed. 

“I haven't had a chance to have a proper drink in a long time.” 

"Long time ago?" Sanzu rested his hand on the mattress and leaned slightly over your face, looking at you closely. “Y/n... It's only been a few days since the last time. Not even a week.” 

You smiled slightly. “We all have our own addiction, Haru.” 

He looked at you with an undefined expression for a moment, but then he smiled sweetly, leaned in further, his longer hair tickling your face, and kissed your forehead. 

"You're right. Do you want some more?” 

“With pleasure, thank you.” 

He moved away from you, and you heard him pick up the bottle, but you didn't sit down until he told you to do so. He handed you a bottle of whiskey and you took another huge swig of the alcohol. Right after that, another one, and another one... 

Finally, Sanzu took the almost empty bottle from your hand, set it on the nightstand, and took your face in both hands. He surprised you with this gesture, but you submitted to his touch. You needed closeness and tenderness, and since he was offering it to you again, who were you to refuse? 

You looked deep into his bright eyes and didn't object when he brought his face closer to yours. You felt your cheeks flush, and Sanzu's hot breath wasn't helping. After a moment, your lips met in a kiss, and you felt pressure that brought your back back to the mattress of the bed. 

You closed your eyes, surrendering to the pink-haired man whose kisses were becoming more and more passionate, and you ran your fingers through his hair, causing a soft sigh to escape his lips. 

You broke the kiss to catch your breath and look into each other's eyes again. Haruchiyo's pupils were dilated as usual, but there was something hidden in them that you couldn't recognize. Your eyelids became heavier with each blink, and you placed your hand on his cheek. 

At this gesture, the man leaned down and placed another kiss on your lips, this time a long one that emanated with affection. You closed your eyes and, still feeling the warm, soft lips of Haruchiyo Sanzu on yours, you fell asleep. 

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