#yet another restaurant they were firmly told to leave

[companionjones]

Chicago

This is a sequel to "Copenhagen"

Pairing: Luca x Fem!Reader

Fandom: The Bear

Summary: Today, The Bear is opening. There are more surprises in store for you than you think.

Warnings: SMUT, Cursing

Tag List: @codekiraqueen

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"Alalalala! I told you I don't want to hear anymore!" Carmy came back into the room with his hands on his ears.

Nat, your sister, had another opinion on your story. She couldn't get enough of it. "Was he really that big?!"

"I could never do it justice," you managed to get out before Carmy scolded you.

"Y/n!"

Your brother and sister had differing reactions to your Copenhagen escapades, but in the end, you didn't really care what either. All you could think about since that day in Denmark was him.

You couldn't stop yourself. You weren't even sure how you got to the restaurant opening because you were so preoccupied with thoughts of Luca.

The Bear wasn't even open yet, but it was going to be that day. No one needed to say it: the stakes were high.

You were busy in the office, going over prices and costs with Rich and Nat when you heard a commotion in the kitchen. Your first thought was that somebody had locked themselves in the freezer.

"Yo, Y/n! Get out here!" You heard Marcus call out for you.

Immediately, you were on your feet and out the office door. You caught eyes with the baker, but he just raised his hands up in surrender and looked toward the backdoor that lead to the alleyway. It was wide open, and you heard Carmy yelling outside.

"Why the hell are you fucking my sister, huh?!" You heard your brother yell as you got closer.

No way.

Upon exiting the kitchen, right there in front of you, was Carmy yelling at Luca. It looked like Carmy was trying to get Luca to fight him. It also seemed like Luca was refusing to do so.

"What the hell is going on?" you yelled, "Carmy, the stress is getting to you. Go inside, and get a drink of water or something."

Turning toward you, Carmy gave you a look that said, "You really expect me to leave him alone with you?"

You answered his unspoken question with words. "I'm a big girl, I can make my own decisions."

Reluctantly, and with one more look between you and Luca, Carmy went inside. He slammed the door behind him. "I'm sorry about him," you apologised, "Carmy can be--"

"Intense," Luca finished for you. "I remember."

There was a moment's silence between the two of you.

"What are you doing here?" you asked him.

He let silence fill the space between you again before responding, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

At his words, you straightened you posture and blinked.

Luca was quick to continue, "I wanted to surprise you by coming on opening night, but then I realized I didn't want to distract you from all this, so I decided to show my face now--"

"You were already distracting me," you told him truthfully.

It was Luca's turn to straighten his posture and blink in surprise. "H-how?"

"I can't stop thinking about it--about you--either," you clarified.

Without another word, Luca took the two big steps necessary to close the distance between you two. He cupped your face in his hands and brought you in for a kiss. Luca backed you up against the brick wall of the restaurant. "Fuck, I missed you," he said when he broke apart from you to go in for a better angle. Luca started kissing and nipping down your neck.

You moaned his name.

"Say that again," he gritted against your skin.

"Luca!" you repeated, louder.

He growled, and started undoing the buttons on your pants. "I'm sorry darling, but I need you now."

"Need you too, baby," you whispered, shimmying out of your pants and underwear.

Luca undid his jeans, and pulled out his sizeable cock. He backed you firmly against the wall again, and hoisted you off the ground using your thighs.

You responded accordingly by wrapping your legs around his torso.

"You're gonna make me cum, and I'm not even inside you yet." Luca kissed your lips, then parted from you to kiss your forehead. "Are you ready?"

"Always," you answered before Luca slid himself inside you. Your head fell back against the wall, and your jaw fell slack as you gasped.

Immediately, Luca started with shallow thrusts. His eyes were screwed shut, almost like he was overwhelmed by the sensations he was feeling.

"Hey." You stroked the sides of his face with your hands as you checked on him. "You okay?"

All you got was Luca opening his eyes to give you a short nod before he leaned in to kiss you.

From there, Luca picked up the pace of his thrusts. He soon parted from you to lean his forehead against the brick wall. You guessed he did so to focus on not cumming.

You tangled your fingers in his hair and shut your eyes to prioritize your other senses. You were almost overwhelmed yourself by it all. Soon, you started scratching the back of his head to get his attention. "Luca-Luc-Luca!" Your voice got higher as your climax drew nearer.

Luca pressed his forehead against yours to soothe, "It's alright. It's alright, baby. Just let go."

You did as you were told and came with a shout you were were afraid passersby heard.

As you spasmed and tightened around his hard cock, Luca squeezed your thighs tightly. "Oh, god. Oh fuck, yes. I've waited so long for this." Luca grunted as he emptied himself inside you.

After it was over, Luca gave you both a few seconds to catch your breaths before leaning in and kissing you senseless. While he did so, he let you down and back onto your feet.

Your knees buckled once you were standing on your own. Luca caught you.

"It's okay," he told you, "My legs almost gave way a couple times as well."

Once you were fully clothed again, and Luca was tucked away, he caught your eyes. "When can I see you again?"

"How long are you here for?"

"As long as you need me to be."

Your heart fluttered at that. "What about Copenhagen?"

"I took a leave of absence. I needed to see you."

"Do you still want to come tonight?"

"Do you want me to?"

"I do."

"You say 'jump', I say, 'how high?'"

"Okay, then. I'll see you tonight."

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[thesamoanqueen]

Same Side

Raitings: 18+

Warnings: SMUT

A/N: Requested by Anon "Roman watching Y/N vs Paul Heyman"

The room was empty, the lights dimmed. Roman took off his jacket leaving it on an armchair, next to the heels that she had taken off arriving before him. She could do everything on those stilts, but they were the first thing she let go of when she shut the world out to relax. In silence he crossed the entire space to the balcony, from which there was one of the best views he had ever happened to admire, although his attention was immediately on her, as soon as he crossed the threshold. Hands in his pockets, he watched as she scrolled photo after photo of them together, an untouched wine glass on the table beside her and that coral skintight dress still clinging to her curves.

- That skirt was pretty – he commented, seeing her lose a few seconds too much on one of the pic taken during his last birthday, a couple of days before.

She had spent the whole day going from one part of the house to another, getting everything sorted before his family reached them. Maybe it was because of the announcement of their relationship, maybe just because it was an important day for him, Roman hadn't asked any questions, but he had only managed to make her let go at the end of the day, when they were alone and he had felt her relax in his hands.

- It was – Y/N muttered with a grimace, glancing at him as he sat down at the foot of the deck chair, shifting her bare legs over him.

Yes, he had torn that skirt to pieces. Mercilessly.

- I wanted my cake, I had to celebrate ma day – he joked hoarsely, caressing her and she let out a half smile, abandoning her phone to take a sip of the wine.

A small smile. Just a sip of wine. She hadn't curled up against him yet. It wasn't a good night and Roman knew it without all those cues, because he'd partially witnessed what could have been a clash of titans. He had walked away from their table to answer a phone call lasting a few minutes and when he returned Y/N was already with her bag, hands crossed like a supreme court judge and her expression of global oblivion. And the most worrying thing was that she was saving it for Paul, which no one expected, including Paul. It had all been incredibly quick and Roman had found himself in the restaurant without her, trying to shorten the time of the dinner to be able to reach her.

For a few seconds, in silence, he continued to caress her legs as she turned the glass between her fingers with eyes firmly fixed on the city. But that game wasn't for them, they talked, they had always talked before anything else.

- What happened?

- You know what happened, he told you. Please.

Yes, Paul had spilled the tea and though he had done it carefully, knowing he was not so tolerant if Y/N was involved, he had told him absolutely everything. And Roman had got a pretty clear idea of what had happened since his warning onwards, but the suspicion that there was something more behind it and that that moment hadn't depended only on Paul, had crept into his head. They'd had that conversation several times since the pre-WM crisis and Roman had made sure he did what he could to not cut her off and still cushion the impact on the world against them, as well as she'd proven herself more than capable of carrying the pressure, but there were always “ifs”.

- I know a couple of comments don't even reach your ears Y/N, I've seen you keep control during fights and arguments even at work in serious situations – he barely managed to finish speaking, before seeing her put down her glass and shake her head, making the curls dangle on the sides of her face.

- I changed my schedule and contract to have more time together, it's something is granted to everyone in the company, it's a right, not my whim because you are the guy. And I've always made sure to exceed expectations even when ima way from work. I don't owe anyone an explanation and I can stand some idiot behind a keyboard, I certainly can stand the chatter of our co-workers, I don't accept that someone who knows how much effort I put in or I assumed knew me says it.

- Listen… you know the story, Paul was just a boy when he started working with my family, he feels compelled to pay back and have always an eye on me and the boys. And now he keeps an eye on you too, because he knows what you mean to me.

- With due respect to those women, he tried to compare me to the models of his agency.

Yeah, that hadn't been a great move on Paul's part. The point had something to do with it and made the problem clear, of course, there was no less to expect from someone who after decades and in the past even to his detriment, by now knew that business and fans like the back of his hand, but it hadn't been the best example.

- Because people objectify situations like this. He was trying to warn you, to give you some advice since many will think you're just a pretty face taking advantage of the situation. He doesn't think badly of you. Not Paul and no one closer to us.

Roman had known him all his life and knew what kind of businessman he was, but he had always been respectful to his family. He had always had a clear opinion of Y/N, as he had of everyone in that business off or behind the scenes. Since theirs had become a serious and official couple, he had reflexively broadened his vision on her as well. He'd been wrong to put her on that level and Roman would much rather have been there before starting that speech, but he really doubted Paul'd had any bad intentions. Maybe he had tested the waters, yes, but nothing more.

Y/N pursed her mouth, her breasts twitching a bit after inspiring lunge and one of her feet pushing against his leg in spite.

- You're defending him from me - she complained, making him frown.

There was no scenario where he stood up for anyone other than her. It didn't matter how serious or silly the argument was. He had learned that it didn't even matter if he was the one she was having an argument with. She would have made him mad yes and angry, of course more than anyone on the world, but he would have let her win anyway. She was his soft spot and that was okay, because they had each other's backs.

- No one can defend anyone from you babygirl. I'm just trying to keep things under control like we both promised to do, so no more running away, hn? – he put her leg back on him, hands massaging her slowly to reassure her, while his eyes searched for her confirmation in silence.

Those kinds of thoughts had to stay out of that little head of hers and she certainly didn't have to worry about who was close to them. He didn't want drama, he didn't want pressure, not if she was involved. Roman had sworn to work to keep that relationship only for them even by making it public and was willing to do anything to protect what they were building together. They needed to focus on their time together, on the future, not on what was out there, not when it was just the two of them. The door was closed, there was no room for others. Just them on the same side.

He saw her narrow her eyes for a second, annoyed and he smiled before even hearing.

- I left to spare him, I didn't run away - she pointed out proudly, prompting him to nod, nose wrinkling as he tried to hold back his laughter.

- Someone is in a mood tonight. And you kept the dress too – he felt her relax under his fingers trailing up her thighs, her back still leaning against the back of the chaise lounge, when she pointed out obvious what Roman’s eyes were already eating.

- I had dressed too well to take everything off after an hour and because of Paul

Yes, it was a real shame that she didn't stand on a podio every hour of the day and night, but he provided for that. After all, it was all just for him and dress or not… Roman never got tired of putting her there.

- We can take it off now though - he proposed, leaning down to kiss her bare, soft thigh and Y/N hardly hid her gasp, giving him a warning look which he returned with a grimace.

She had been tough for too long tonight. It wasn't necessary with him, she could put down her weapons.

-I have to get you back in line – he warned her, pulling her a little towards him and not feeling her cooperate.

- For how I treated your special counsel? - Oh, she really meant to put it that way.

- For leaving me at the restaurant.

- It's not my fault if was your first tim-ah!

He pulled her up bridal style, without warning or too much effort. He took her in his arms to get back on his feet and inside the room. Y/N immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, her good smelling body seeming to shrink for a second, getting used to being suspended in mid-air.

- You're looking for trouble. I'll settle you baby girl

Something inside him always clicked when he was with her, like an automatic switch and despite his deliberately threatening expression, Roman didn't hold back from lowering down to kiss her forcefully, his hands grabbing everywhere, while he approached their bed. He set her down with a little thud, feeling her fingers slip off the back of his neck and free his hair around which they had tangled as always. Y/N settled down with a grimace, without too much effort lowering the edge of the already short dress and going up above her round perfect ass, the light lingerie tempting him beyond the deliberately closed legs.

- Screw this up too and you'll have problems with me – she complained, but Roman knew that tone.

Neither of them really cared about the dress or skirt or anything else at that point. They don't need anything.

- I'd start putting down this attitude if I were you

From the height of his position, he watched her barely hold back her full smile, legs swinging invitingly and still tight in front of him, as he slowly stripped off his watch and then his dark shirt. He licked his lip, the taste of her and her lipstick mingling, fingers fumbling with the belt and then his pants, Y/N's eyes sliding down his now bare torso and further down to get stuck on the portion of meat he had freed. He gripped his shaft, rubbing from the base to the tip, and Y/N slid further back against the bed, her breath caught in her lit throat as Roman felt the blood rush to his boner, growing more awake, harder in response to the soft moans she didn't was able to hold.

- Dontchu wanna be a good girl for me? - he growled low, his hand moving one last time, smearing the precum starting to drip from his tip.

Slowly and hungry he climbed onto the bed giving a little under his weight, brow furrowed until Y/N stepped forward to meet him, hands running back through his hair, legs parting to make room for him. A kiss, a proper smile.

It was all back under controll if they were together.

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

The Honey Trap part 2

Note: the idea of sexpionage is wonderful to use in fics, but I want to make it clear that sexpionage is a daunting and grim reality too, and I am very aware of that and do not mean to ignore that. It is a trope I am using, lighthearted, but I do not want to pretend that the actual act of sexpionage is not horrific to many involved. That being said, I will not describe the horrors of it. This is a work of fiction, but created with some knowledge about the real thing.

follow up to part 1.

Warnings: 18+! smut.

Pairing: Modern Spy!Sihtric x Spy!Reader (f)

Summary: You gave Sihtric something in return for some information.

Word count: 1,7k 

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Chapter 2: the confirmation.

The first night you met Sihtric he truly thought you'd invite him up to your room to have sex, and he was surprised when that didn't happen. In fact, you didn't invite him at all, you simply kissed his cheek and told him to call you before his eyes landed on your buttocks as you walked up the stairs to the hotel entrance. He was as disappointed as he was surprised, and he didn't know that it was just all part of your plan. A plan that still seemed to be very much in motion the next day.

Another lesson taught during your training was to never give your target what they want straight away. You have to slowly lure them in, only giving a little each time. And when Sihtric called you early in the afternoon the next day and asked you out, you knew he had fallen for the trap you had so carefully set up. He seemed to believe the lies you told him, that you were just a girl in a big city looking for a way to make her dreams come true as an actress. You couldn't afford a home yet, so you rented a hotel room at a fixed rate. Your story wasn't uncommon, Sihtric knew, as many girls lived like you in order to chase their dreams before realising it would never happen. Sihtric felt for you in a way, if you were truly one of those girls, but then again… he still didn't exactly trust you, yet you had piqued his interest in multiple ways.

You accepted his invite and met up early in the evening at a fancy restaurant, one that was supposed to be way above your budget and you knew that Sihtric had chosen the place on purpose. It was a man's way of having a certain power over a woman, because he would pay for you and therefore probably thought you'd owe him something in return. 

You put on some makeup, never too much as it would risk leaving traces, so you only used a hint of eyeshadow and a red matte lipstick; liquid, so it wouldn't stain. You wore a little black dress that showed off your shape and you carried a matching shoulder bag, which held some cash, a credit card, lipstick, a mirror and a small knife that was lethal enough to kill with.

You had been taught to tune out your emotions, and that is what you did when Sihtric embraced you firmly upon meeting again. He looked handsome, dressed in all black wearing tight fitting jeans and a silky blouse. He had several shiny rings around his fingers and an expensive watch around his wrist, clearly flaunting his dirty richness.

You played the part of being the interested date and, just like that night before, conversation with the stunning man went effortlessly. It seemed that he swallowed every lie you told him with ease again, and soon you found yourself sitting next to him with his arm resting on the back of your chair, his warm fingers lightly caressing your bare shoulder. He leaned in every time he spoke, using his voice again as a way to enchant you, while you used the same tactic on him too. You eventually had dinner together and shared a few drinks as time passed by.

The entire evening you enjoyed each other's company and listened to the lies you told each other, which you both weren't aware of. And regardless of the lies, you both felt that there was a strange sort of connection between you two.

'You know, I was surprised you called me,' you smiled when it was almost midnight.

'How so?' Sihtric asked as he leaned back slightly.

'I thought you only wanted sex, and I didn't give it to you.'

'I didn't just want sex last night,' Sihtric half lied, 'but I wouldn't have declined if you had offered.'

'Well, I'm not that easy,' you said and gave him a playful wink.

'Good,' he said and took a sip of his drink, 'because easy bores me.'

'Then tell me,' you leaned closer, his arm still around your shoulders, 'what excites a man like you?' you asked as you trailed your fingers over his chest.

'I'm also not that easy,' Sihtric laughed, 'you'll have to stick around if you want to know what excites me. But what about you, hm? What excites a lady like you?'

'I guess you'll have to find out too,' you teased.

'I suppose,' he agreed, then decided to subtly pry, 'so, what brought you to that pub? Not many know how to find it, and those who do don't stick around and they definitely don't look like you.'

'I…' you paused, surprised by the sudden question and you tried to gather your thoughts, 'I guess I just… have a thing for bad guys.'

'Bad guys, huh? What makes you think I'm a bad guy?'

'You look like one,' you smiled sweetly, 'all handsome and yet so rugged looking with those scars and your tattoos, while also having a form of mystery around you and clearly, you are very wealthy. I think it's sexy. And I won't lie,' you decided to give him some truth after stroking his ego, 'I am aware of the crowd that goes to that pub. And maybe I like that.'

'So that's what excites you?' Sihtric grinned, 'so-called bad guys?'

'Perhaps,' you shrugged with a sly smile, 'or perhaps… only you excite me.'

'Hm, so then I take it, you know who I work for?'

'I think so,' you played dumb, 'I mean… I think everyone knows the stories about Skade and those who hang out at that pub. But I don't know if they are true or if you actually work for her.'

'Everything you hear about her,' Sihtric said quietly, 'is true. You can take that from me, I know her very well.'

'Gosh, I want to be like her,' another lie spilled easily from your lips as you looked into his eyes, 'she is so powerful and rich. It would be an honour to meet her sometime, but I know that's impossible.'

Sihtric smiled at that and, after you had finished your drink, he invited you over to his luxurious apartment. You knew he was expecting some form of sexual pleasure, and you would give him just enough to keep him interested, but also to reward him for confirming that he indeed worked for Skade and was close to her. And the sexual tension had been there all night, one that seemed almost real, and for the first time in your career you were actually rather excited to please your target.

But as your training had taught you, you knew to keep your distance too in order to not have your own feelings interfere with your job. So you didn't kiss him, no matter how many times Sihtric tried to pull your lips towards his as the elevator took you to his floor. You always subtly rejected him by kissing his jaw or his neck, and you popped the buttons of his dark blouse to trail your lips down to his chest. His hands were all over you as you hooked your fingers around his belt, pulling him with you inside his apartment and pushing him down to sit on his couch, which overlooked the city skyline as his place was located on the 16th floor.

Sihtric sat back and lit a cigarette, completely relaxed with hooded eyes while he watched you unbuckle his leather belt after you had dropped smoothly down to your knees in front of him. Your mouth was practically watering at the thought of giving him a blowjob, and you would make sure it was going to be the best he ever had; meaning you would trap him even further as he'd become addicted to you in a lustful way.

You locked eyes as you unzipped his pants, licking your lips seductively while he helped to lower his boxers just enough to allow his hard cock to jump out. You hummed pleased at the size of him and the way his cock was already glistening with precum; you were to wrap him around your finger so easily, it was almost too good to be true.

Sihtric took a drag of his cigarette while you quickly tied your hair, then worked him first with your hand while using your saliva and tongue to prepare his length to which he smiled almost devilishly, and he spread his arms across the backrest of his couch as he enjoyed the view. You kept your purse nearby, in case your target was to try something and you had to defend yourself, but you couldn't help but feel just as relaxed as he was. Which was a pleasant change in your line of work.

You then wrapped your red lips around his cock, slowly sucking him while using your hand at the same time. You looked up at him as you were down on your knees, and the moment you heard him hiss between his teeth and saw how he threw his head back… you knew your trap had just closed further on him. You bobbed your head up and down, keeping a steady pace that simply made his head spin and soon you felt his hand in your hair. He gradually pushed your head down further as you sucked him, and you tried to relax in order not to gag as you let him fuck your throat. 

'Fuck,' Sihtric breathed, then took another drag of his cigarette.

You couldn't help but moan as you felt yourself getting wet while pleasing him. His soft moans increased in volume while you gazed up at him as tears ran down your cheeks, a sight that tipped him over the edge almost as soon as he looked down at you. Not much later you felt and tasted his warm cum as he came in your mouth, and he slowly released his grip on your head.

'Swallow,' Sihtric rasped, 'be a good girl and swallow every fucking drop I give you.'

As you wiped your mouth and tear stained cheeks, you didn't realise that you had walked straight into his trap, for the entire evening Sihtric noticed you did everything according to the sexpionage rules that he had been taught as well. But as it had truly been the best blowjob he had ever received, Sihtric had no problem ignoring the red flags, and so you further trapped each other with sweet honey coated lies…

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[storm-angel989]

Could you do a part four of this series Eres jodidamente estúpida, niñita? Where they find out she went back to working there and is flirting with customers and other employees and like making out with some customers in the back and the person who hired her promotes her to a stripper?

Sorry if it's a lot and you have other things to do!

Hi there,

As requested! Enjoy the time-hop!

<3 Mandy

College meant freedom. Freedom to study, freedom to learn what I wanted to learn. Freedom to play a sport- or to not. And of course, at the age of eighteen, freedom to make my own money. Finally, my name was the only one on my bank account and as much as I loved my family, I was free of their overbearing eyes. The Lust ring was just far enough away that while my father, Vox, had some control, his camera’s hadn’t yet reached every single street corner. 

I stood in my dorm room as I watched my family fuss around. The work of moving me in had been done by hired demons, but the finishing touches my Aunt Velvette wanted to handle personally. The hour of leaving was upon us, and I could see exactly where this was going as Velvette continued to muss with the blankets on my bed. 

“Call us, if you need anything,” my Dad had told me firmly. “I’m still depositing a check into your account every week. If you need anything, or you need more you need to just pick up the phone and call. I can’t stop you from working, but baby, please enjoy college.”

“And bebita? Stay away from the boys. Watch your drink at parties and practice safe sex. No one wants an STD,” my Uncle Valentino advised. “And if you need protection, I’m happy to…”

“Ew, Uncle Val, enough! Dad, I’m fine. Aunt Vel, leave my bed alone. My roommate will be back any minute, and I’d like to get to know her before she finds out who my family is,” I said as I embraced my father. “I love you all, but shoo- I’ll be home for Thanksgiving, I promise.”

“The limo will be waiting,” my father promised as Velvette and Valentino joined in on the hug. “Just be careful, and call if you need anything.” 

“I will, I promise! Now go, be safe and text me when you get home,” I said as they released me. “Bye guys! Love you!” 

I closed the door behind them and flopped on my bed. Finally, I had the space I always wanted. No prying eyes- of that I was sure. The door opened and I sat up. The girl who I assumed was my roommate walked in. Introductions were quickly made and off we went to dinner. 

One dinner turned to two, which turned to an every night routine. Unlike home, where everyone seemed to know who I and my family were, here I was just another face. I made friends quickly, and learned that most of the girls and guys in my dorm were from the lust ring. Together we explored the local club scenes and for the first time in my life, I experienced total freedom to party. My roommate typically joined us, but at least three nights a week she declined, citing her job. 

“So, where do you work?” I asked my roommate over a quiet breakfast one Saturday morning.

She looked up from her bowl of cereal and her expression brightened. “Ozzie’s! It’s owned by Asmodous, you know who that is, right?”

Asmodeus. The sin of lust. My Uncle Valentino’s boss- though technically, as far as I knew, he didn’t own my Uncle’s soul. But as Valentino served as the overlord of lust, he somehow fell under Asmodeous’s jurisdiction. 

“Is that like a strip club or…”

“It’s a restaurant. And Asmodeous and his lover, Fizzerolli come often. They’re super nice, great to work for and the tips are fantastic,” she paused and seemed to consider. “Hey, didn’t you say you wanted to find a job around here? We’re hiring, and I can put in a good word for you. Actually…” Her expression brightened. “You should come with me tonight!”

I considered her offer for a moment. Briefly, I wondered if this would be anything like my accidental stumble into Valentino’s strip club. I quickly erased the thought from my mind. No way would this be anything like that. And even if it was, I was officially eighteen and there was nothing anyone could do about it. 

To say I was hired on the spot would be an understatement. I scribbled down my name on the application and hesitated for a moment. What if they recognized my last name? Would it keep me from being hired? Without another thought to it, I scribbled down a nondescript, false last name. 

Within a half hour, I was dressed in a scantily clad uniform having the time of my life. I flirted, smiled, pecked cheeks, and at my own discretion, sometimes more. To say I thoroughly enjoyed every aspect of the job would be an understatement- I was thriving. As the months passed, my clients grew and I had regulars begin to request me. The time passed quickly, and it wasn’t but three days before Thanksgiving break, the manager approached me with a promotional offer. I would be serving private clients in the back. Bigger tips, he promised, and an hourly raise.

“Look at you, promoted already,” my roommate teased as I pulled on the new outermost layer of my red and black uniform. “Damn girl, you look good.”

I caught my reflection in the dressing room mirror and smiled as I flipped my hair and leaned forward as I applied another coat of bright red lipstick. Between the extra dieting I had done, the touch ups at the local salon, and my perfectly applied makeup, my body looked like something out of a magazine- ethereal and stunning. 

I made my way to the back of the club and climbed up on the stage. The manager had walked me through the steps of the show. Walk down the stage, smile, strip off the outer layer of the uniform and then fulfill the same tasks as I did outfront, just a little more scantily clad. I tossed off my top and as I swung around the pole, my eyes met a familiar face in the crowd. 

Fuck. 

I swallowed back the missed beat and continued until only my new uniform showed. With all the confidence I didn’t feel, I strode back down the stage and ran smack into him. 

Angel Dust. The one employee my Uncle Valentino owned that I had even a touch of a relationship with. 

“You have got to be fuckin kiddin me,” Angel said in disbelief as he grabbed my arm. “Does Val know where you work? What you’re doin? God, Val made me change ya diapers, ya can’t be a whore!” 

I yanked my arm away. “What does it matter? I’m eighteen, Angel. Say what you want, but I’m officially an adult. And nothing you, or my Uncle Valentino, or my Dad or anyone does or says can change that.”  

Angel rolled his eyes. I expected him to protest, to pick up his phone and call my Uncle right then and there. Instead, he gave me a toothy smile and pushed past me. 

“Suit yourself, kid. But move over- the poles are mine tonight.” 

I watched him as he sauntered off and took to the poles like a practiced professional. Although as factual as my words were, a part of me knew that if my Uncle Valentino did find out, there might be actual hell to pay. I swallowed back the cold fear that settled in my gut as I pasted a smile on my face. I had to focus on the job at hand- I could grab Angel and try to talk to him again later. 

Unfortunately for me, Angel Dust vanished off the pole as quickly as he had entered. As I stood in the dressing room, I felt a hand on my shoulder. 

“Hey! You did so well,” my friend gushed. “Ozzie is here! He asked to speak to you privately- it must be good!” 

Somewhere deep in my gut, I doubted that. Reluctantly, I followed her through the maze of dressing rooms until an office door appeared. 

“Just knock, and don’t be nervous! He and Fizz are super, super nice,” my roommate reassured me before turning away. 

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. In a moment, it opened slowly. 

“Come in, come in,” a voice boomed. “And close the door behind you. This is a private conversation.” 

I stepped inside and whatever fear I held inside multiplied by ten. Asmodeus, the sin of lust and depravity, savagery and drugs sat behind a desk. His lover, Fizzarolli, lay wrapped over his shoulder, whispering and giggling in his ear. The bright grin on Asmodeous’s face vanished the second he saw me. He gestured to the chair infront of his desk. 

“Well well, missy. Care to share what you failed to disclose when you were hired here?” He said condescendingly as he leaned his elbows on the desk. 

“I, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I stammered as I slowly lowered myself into the chair. 

“Oh? So you’re not the daughter of Vox?” Asmodous asked with a raised eyebrow.

“And Valentino ain’t your so-called Uncle?” Fizzerolli added. 

I swallowed. “I mean, I…”

“Simple question. Requires a yes or no answer,” Asmodeous replied as he leaned back.

“I, yes, Vox is my Dad and I…Valentino is my Uncle, that’s all right, but I’m over eighteen and I can…” 

“You lied on your application. That’s reason enough to fire you on the spot,” Asmodeous said slowly. “But on the flip side, you’re one of my most popular girls.” 

“Yeah! And it's not like you have a deal with Valentino!” Fizzerolli chuckled. “Other than the lying, I don’t see any harm in keeping her employed!”

”Right, well. I’ll consider it. For now you can consider yourself on probation while I decide how to handle this. You can leave now, you come back from break when? Next Tuesday? I’ll have your answer before then.”  Asmodeous said with a sigh. “That’s all, reader. You can leave now.”

In trouble? On probation? Asked to leave? I had never felt this way before. Heat in my cheeks, the painful throb of embarrassment as I echoed soft thanks yous and made my way out the door. I changed from my uniform to my street clothes and numbly made my way out the door. 

The last three days of college passed in a blur and before I knew it, I was seated in the limo, head on the glass as I watched the rings of hell slowly pass by. Part of me was glad to be going home- even more happy that I was going home with straight A’s. But another part of me resented the impact my family name seemed to have even being so far away. And an even bigger part of me worried that Asmodeous would chat with my Uncle Valentino and I would be walking into literal hellfire. 

As the limo pulled to a stop, I stepped out and walked the familiar route to the front door of the V tower. I swiped my access card, and a quick elevator ride, I stepped out into the penthouse. 

“Baby! You’re home!” My fathers voice, a hug so fast he had to know I was coming. 

I laughed as the feeling of warmth washed over me. For the moment, I forgot about the club. I forgot about the stress of class, of grades and long nights. I forgot about long practices and gym nights with my friends. I forgot about parties and sneaking into the boys' dorms at night. 

I was home. 

“Bebita princessa,” my Uncle Valentino’s voice, his body wrapped behind me, squishing me between my father and him. “We are so glad you’re home!” 

“Don’t you dare exclude me!” My Aunt Velvette jumped on the other side, effectively trapping me in a triangle of hugs. “Baby girl we missed you!”

“I can’t wait to hear all about college,” my father said as they released me. “Come on, your Uncle Val cooked all your favorites.

“Yes! The dining hall sucks compared to your cooking, Uncle Val,” I said cheerfully as I followed my father to the kitchen. 

“Mmm, from what I heard, the food isn’t the only thing that sucks,” my Uncle Valentino said lowly as he followed behind me, “meet me in my studio. After your father and Aunt go to bed. Understood?” 

A cold fear settled in my stomach. The tone in his voice was enough to tell me he knew. And the joy and cheerfulness in my fathers told me he and Aunt Velvette had no idea. 

Several hours later, the apartment was quiet. My Dad and Aunt Velvette had long since gone to bed. I stood in front of my bedroom mirror as I carefully braided my long hair into two braids. My face was clean of make up, and my pjs were my favorite pink striped with a bunny patch on the pocket. With any luck, my Uncle Val would take one look at my outfit, smile and tell me how cute I was and then send me right back to bed with a juice box from the fridge in his office. 

I doubted I would be so fortunate. 

I stepped off the elevator into his studio. It was quiet, like usual. Uncle Valentino didn’t allow me in there when he was working, unless of course I was confined to his studio and given Angel as a babysitter. I made my way across the dark wood floor to the only light in the studio- his office. 

“Ah, my bebita princessa,” Valentino greeted me as he looked me up and down. He raised an eyebrow. “Your outfit doesn’t change the fact that you’ve been sucking dick for the past three months.”

I crossed my arms angrily, “oh and what’s it to you, Uncle Val? I’m eighteen! I can…”

“Yeah, yeah, you can do what you want. You’re an adult- a legal adult. And I can’t stop you,” he replied in a bored voice. 

I watched as he stood up and with a single move, he stepped forward and  took my chin in his hand. I felt his fingers press into my jaw and unwillingly, I opened my mouth.

I flinched and tried to step back as his lower set of hands emerged, one holding a cotton swab. 

“Oh relax, you’re not three and I’m not brushing your teeth,” he scolded lightly. “This will only take a second.”

I felt the cotton swab the back of my throat and I gagged. He released me and retreated back behind his desk, dropping the swab into a vial. 

“The fuck was that?” I demanded between coughs. Defeated, I sank into the chair in front of his desk. 

He slid a  juice box towards me.  “That, my dear, is the first of many tests you’re going to submit yourself to tonight. I can’t stop you from working in my field, but I will be making sure that you are safe.” 

“What do you mean safe?” I demanded as I swallowed, trying to suppress the tickle that emerged in the back of my throat. 

He rolled his eyes and ripped the straw off the juice box, opening it up before handing it to me. “Drink and I’ll explain.” 

Desprarly, I took a sip and swallowed. He raised an eyebrow as he shook the vial. 

“Funny. Asmodeous said you were one of his most obedient workers. I thought maybe that attitude would follow you home.”

“So you know, now what?” I asked. “You can’t stop me.”

“We established that,” he replied evenly. “But I can invoke the contract you signed when you began to work for Asmodeous. Specifically, the part that says his workers must receive regular STD tests, and be up to date on all health care. In addition to you receiving all testing and preventative care, I have asked Asmodous to provide you with additional protection while working. Silent eyes on you, as well as an escort to and from the club each night you work.”

“Uncle Val, you’re being invasive and overprotective,” I argued. “I’m fine.”

He shrugged. “Maybe. But it’s either follow my rules, or your father and I have a chat over breakfast tomorrow morning. You may not see how dangerous this line of work is, but that doesn’t negate it.” 

I felt the heat rise in my face. I didn’t have any shame in what I did, but I didn’t want my dad to know. The knowledge would be a painful slap in the face he didn’t deserve. I swallowed nervously and glanced to the ground. 

“You promise to keep this from my Dad? And from Auntie Vel? Uncle Val, I’m just…I’m having fun.” I said quietly. “I enjoy it.” 

“I know, baby,” he replied softly. “And I’ll keep your secret. As long as you promise to play by my rules. Above all, I want you safe.”

[vmlnrzmp4]

jeon jungkook x reader

non-idol au, humour, fluff, strangers—frenemies—lovers, eventual smut, y/n used, pov's keep switching from jungkook to you(first person.)

proof-read by: @anuverse

read the prologue before proceeding.

"if it wasn't here, i'd be soooo wet."

chapter: one.

kwon y/n

"10,00,000 won," the elderly woman said firmly as she recounted the cash in her hands, occasionally licking her thumb and index finger to count smoothly. "this. to stay away from my son."

"he..." i let out the most heart wrenching sigh, "he was the one who proposed to me first..." taking a tissue, i dab it under my eye as if there were real tears. "he would always take me out and gave me false hope of our marriage and—"

"15,00,000 won," the elderly woman declared.

i repeated the amount in my mind, holding in a smile.

and once again, my mission was successful.

to celebrate this victory, i urged arya out to celebrate. rides, shopping, drinking—you name it.

the fair seemed to be less crowded as arya and i linked hands. our initial plan was the rollercoaster. the first seat was empty, and we made our way towards it.

but oh the horror!

i flinched as a big, heavy backpack—judging by its size—was placed harshly on the seat. i stepped back, arya asking if i was okay.

a guy—dressed in all black, his outfit matching his backpack—stood there. a black mask, an eyebrow piercing, muscles peeking through his tight shirt, and tattoos made me feel like if it was the bedroom, i'd probably be wet. but this was the fair, and anger rushed in my veins.

"oh hello?" i snapped. he looked at me. and i was almost gone. like i thought before. if it was the bedroom, i'd probably be wet. no. a voice argued in my head, "we were here first, actually."

"ah ah ah, it was actually my bag that got here first," he mocked in the same tone.

i took a step forward to him, just to be stopped by arya—who's calm and collected nature wouldn't want me to argue. and for her sake, i backed down.

in contrast to this guy infront of me—was another guy who accompanied him. completely different. not rainbow but neat and classy purple and cream outfit with a white bucket hat. he wore no mask, no smile and yet his presence felt like it could lighten a room with the heart of his lips.

me and arya sat somewhere in the middle of the ride.

"that man, y/n," i looked at arya, "is my ceo," she stated.

for a moment, i was stunned. the tattooed guy with the mask— no! she corrected that the guy beside him was. jung hoseok, she said.

"what? what kind of ceo— oh oh oh..." i trailed off, remembering her telling me about jung hoseok. unlike other ceos, he stood different. approachable.

when the ride was over(it was ass.) my mood, my guestures, it all hinted annoyance. arya noticed ofcourse—she always did—telling me that there's more out there. our checklist put a green tick on the rides. shopping and drinking were yet to be done.

we didn't shop a lot. but enough to walk out of the store with brand new clothes with bags of our old outfits in our hands.

and finally, we stumbled out of the bar. giggling. not fully drunk but not sober either.

"y/n..." arya slurs, "your next target i found—" hiccup "his name...jeon j—"

"arya," i cut her off, "im dropping this."

"what do you mean?"

i hiccuped before confessing. no more dating rich guys for the sole purpose of their wealth and money.

back home in busan, my parents owned the most popular cafe there. sub-divided all over. as much as i wished to take their place, i didn't wanted to leave my one and only friend who'd actually tolerate me.

i had told them i found a stable job at a fancy restaurant here in seoul—a complete lie obviously.

my mind started to clear up when i almost tripped.

dark hair. black mask. black backpack. black clothes. tattoos. piercings. muscles. mhm 'm horny—

it was that guy again. i was sure of it. i never forget the ones who bump into me—quite literally.

"hey. you," the moment was still a bit blur when i found myself grabbing his collar, "if it wasn't here," don't say it y/n, don't— a voice in the back of my head—as if it was a real person—facepalmed. "i would be soooo wet."

[fablesuntold]

@musingmemories sent: ❝ you so hungry for vengeance? deliver it. ❞ — From Harley Quinn to Batman ✨

Vengeance. Batman was the embodiment of the word. It was everything he stood for, dishing out deserved punishments where due, and hurting those who swore to make it their personal goal to reign terror on the unsuspecting citizens of Gotham. He was vengeance. Revenge in its finest form.. even if it meant killing when necessary, as much as Bruce loathed to take the life of another. But certain individuals were too far gone to be stopped by a firm telling off and a few fists thrown their way; proven time and time again by Gotham’s very own self declared ‘Clown Prince of Crime’ and his endlessly loyal devotee— otherwise known as Harley Quinn. How long before she realised she meant nothing to The Joker? And just how long could Bruce afford to stop pulling his punches and giving her the benefit of the doubt?

He didn’t want to have to kill her, because unlike with the Joker? Bruce wholeheartedly believed that there was still potential for redemption there. For Harleen Quinzel to find her way back to the light and rid herself of the darkness Joker had instilled within her. But o h, how Bruce’s belief in her began to wane each and every sordid time they met. She made it very difficult to be lenient with her, especially as of late.. that deranged smile of hers having turned even more twisted than ever— unsettlingly wide and malicious. A stark contrast to the dashingly sweet one she used to regard him with from across the table in whatever fancy restaurant they’d reserved for the night.

That’s right. Back before the world turned darker and life looked promising for the newest psychologist on the block, her and Bruce used to be a thing once. A story doomed to remain unfinished— feelings of rejection and misunderstandings sending her right into the wicked, outstretched arms of The Joker who had been lying in wait, ready to manipulate and corrupt the first vulnerable little minion he could get his hands on. What could have been if only Bruce had told her the truth. What could have been if she’d known that there really was nobody else, and that the only reason he kept skipping out on dates or leaving her in the middle of the night without so much as a goodbye note, was because he was Batman.

But that was all too little too late now, wasn’t it? Bruce had chosen his path, and she had chosen hers. And they couldn’t have been any more different.

Staring her down now, a foot pressed firmly against her stomach to keep her pinned to the ground after yet another merciless brawl? Bruce still found himself hesitating, unable to deliver the finishing blow. Not even the taunting of his motto was enough to convince him. “..No. Not this way. Killing you won’t change anything.” Sneered down at her through clenched teeth, Bruce met her darkened stare head on, hoping that his own gaze remained distant enough to tune out old feelings that threatened to rise to the surface. “..Let me help you, Harley. You need help. This isn’t you, not really. I know you helped people once. What changed?”

What could have possibly been the driving force that had her so desperate to stray away from her true calling in life and pursue an evil that most would cower away from? “It’s not too late to change. Joker doesn’t care about you.. he’d be more than happy to see you burn.” In fact, it wouldn’t surprise Bruce at all if the menace himself was watching somewhere close by from the shadows, cackling quietly to himself as the scene unfolded before him— just as intended. Harleen Harley deserved better than that. She deserved to be free.

[thevampsworld96]

This Is Our World - BWS

Hey all hope you are all doing well here is another fic hope you enjoy it.

Just tweaked this one a bit. I just hope it's better than before.

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The night calm and peaceful, there was a gentle cold breeze that blew through your hair lightly through your hair. You and your boyfriend Brad were out on this beautiful gorgeous night hand in hand. You both walked through the darkness of the night.

Before your late night walk, Brad took you out on a surprise date. He has been planning for weeks but never really had the chance to make the plan due to the busy schedule he had, but eventually, he made time to spend with you and you only.

Brae had a day off, which meant that he was all yours during the whole day and tonight, of course. You know how busy his job is but now his plans for this day off is to spend time you which he was.

In the morning, he told you to be ready before 7 pm as he had a surprise and a reservation at the restaurant. You had your first date as it marks 5 years of the pair of you being together. You are so excited and thought of him to be sweet and loving. That's why you fell for him.

Throughout the day, you planned which dress to wear and what kind of makeup you wanted. Of course, you didn't want to go over the top but perfect for the night. Brad always mentioned to you that he loved your natural look he always said you gorgeous to him and that you didn't need any cosmetic makeup on your face.

After the meal, the pair of you was not ready to go home well, at least not yet the night was still young, so you went for a walk. You linked his arms. Once leaving the restaurant, you couldn't stop smiling at him, and he would smile at you. The thing that drove insane was his charming, sweet, innocent smile it made your heart melt.

Even though it was late, the pair of you decided to take a walk by a lake. It wasn't too far from the restaurants, but you wanted to get away from all the buzz and go somewhere more calm, quiet, and private, and that was when Brad took your hand and guided you through the steps.

You both walked together hand in hand. You held on to him, and he did the same, gripping your hands firmly but not too firmly.

"Isn't a beautiful night"

You said to Brad while breaking the awkward silence between the pair.

Both of you were happy to be in each other's company laughing and giggling.

"It is beautiful like you, my love. It reminds me of the dress you are wearing"

Says Brad while gently kissing your forehead gently and wrapping his arms around you as you both walk together in the night.

"You say that most sweetest things, Mr Simpson."

You say to him.

"Well, there is no one else I'd rather say them to only you, my love"

He said, "Then both of your lips touched."

"I love you" he says in between kisses.

"I love you too, my baby"

You say back to him, then notice some of your lipstick on his cheeks, which makes you both giggle.

Moment after you both come across a bench near the lake, while walking, you both spoke about many things, making each other laugh eventually. You both sat down watching the night.

"I'm so glad we did this tonight"

Brad said with a smile on his face while layed your head on his shoulders.

"Me too, I am enjoying every single moment of it cause I am with you. A whole day with you is all I ever wanted"

You said.

"Oh, you cold, my darling?"

Asks Brad, he notices you shivering, which he didn't like.

Both of the shoulders were exposed as you were wearing an off the shoulder dress.

"A bit I should have worn something more warmer than this, but I wanted to look beautiful for you, baby,"

You say while stroakokg your arm. Without even thinking twice, he took off his blazer and wrapped around he then pulled you close into his chest, which was very warm like a heater.

"Don't worry about a thing, my darling. You look bloody sexy to me. I'm glad you went with that, and I will keep you warm"

He says.

As the pair of you spotted a perfect scene, you both decided to sit down on the grass. Luckily, you thought ahead and brought a blanket with you, which was placed in the car boot. You placed it on the ground, and the pair laid down next to each other and watched the stars, and spoke about things you both wanted with silence in between the conversation.

You spoke about your future together. You wanted him to know that he was everything to him and that you wanted to marry him one. He had the same thoughts, the same hopes for this relationship.

"Shall we go for a swim"?

Says Brad. The sounds of his sudden voice made you jump and interrupt your daydream.

"A swim? Brad, are you crazy it's freezing"

You implied.

"Oh come one that hasn't stopped us before, we got each other to keep us warm come on please come in with me Y/N"

He says with a smirk. You were against the idea, but your heart really wanted it more than anything.

"Brad, I don’t think we should. I'm not getting this dress wet, " you say to him playfully, slapping his arms"

"You can take it off. No one is around. It's just you and me come on Y/N. Well, if you're not, then I am"

He said while removing his clothes, all you can do is sit back and watch in shock. You thought that there was no way he was serious, but it turned he was being serious about doing this, and all you did was and watch as the water ran down his naked body, you unable to look away.

You watched as he splashed through the water, kicking and waving his arms, hearing his body splashing against the water . Each drop gliding down his body, he ran his hands through his hair, removing them from his face in order to get a clear view of you.

Still sitting on the blanket, you were mesmerised by his face. You were able to see the hunger in his eyes. Your body was screaming for you to join him in the biting freezing water. He looked at you once, put his hand out for you to grab with drops, and run down his body.

"Babe, please cone in, please. I need you more than ever"

He pleaded.

"Aren't you bloody cold though" ?

You shouted back.

"No, it's perfect, but it would be even more perfect if you joined me, please, my love"

He shouted back while splashing water at you, teasing you to come.

"I'm not going to take no for an answer Y/N come on, join, or I'm going to keep splashing water at you or I will come over there myselfvand drag you in to the water with me"

He began to throw and splash water at you while pouting. You know he wasn't going to stop, so in the end, you gave in. You unzipped your dress your lingerie and removed the shoes that you were wearing as you didn't want them to get wet and ruined.

"Since you don't know the meaning of the word "No, " I have no choice but to join you"

You said to him and then you and jumped in to creating a huge splash.

"That's my girl. Thank you for finally joining me. I don'ttake no for for answer"

He said while pulling you close towards his wet body. He wrapped his arms around your back, and you wrapped around his neck. Both of your foreheads touched lips hovering around each other until they had finally touched.

No person in sight it was just you and him and the sounds of the water moving with the two of you. Sirens were in the far distance but drained out of heavy breathing and water splashing, but that did not stop you. Oh no, it didn't.

Both bodies were clinched together. Brad kissed every one of you, not letting any drop of roll down your body. He gives you the pleasure that you have wanted for a long time, and tonight, your wish had come true.

"I hope this shows how much you really mean to me"

Brad says, still hunger and lust left in his eyes. You were convinced he wasn't done with you yet and neither you.

"I wish this night would never end"

You say to him while looking into his eyes, not moving them away from his. Those beautiful chocolate brown eyes gazing deep in to your it was hard to look away.

"I don't want this night to end, baby. I wish we could stay here like this in our own little world with no one else around other than you and me"

You say to him. The pair of you panting after the pleasure you gave to each other it was a feeling unexplainable, but no shame.

"And I love you the most, my baby. I’ve loved every moment I spent with you today. I'm sorry for being too busy, darling. Finally, we had our night tonight. It doesn't have to end cause there is so much more that I want to do with you but not here in our bed. I need you in bed under the sheets back in our special world"

He said to you while cupping your face and then kissing your collarbone, moving down to your breasts.

The pair of you went home to resume with your loving night magical night...

[somethingscft]

theo’s only been close to this much privilege in the restaurant he worked at, with millionaires making and celebrating their wealth-building deals. he grew up firmly in the north jersey’s middle class with decently-sized suburban homes, and this was completely outside of his limited economic scope. he didn’t want to judge her; there wasn’t much billie could do about being born into this. he tried to focus on how incredible it was, like it was museum instead of a person’s home. so, he listened, finding it sweet that she was able to bond with her father. while also outrageously grandiose, it was sentimental. theo could appreciate that. “of course you cried…i think i would have passed out, honestly,” he suggested playfully. the staircases were wide enough for them to ascend side-by-side. he tried to focus on billie, still in her nude glory, but the photographs that lined the walls intrigued him as well.

“it’s nice that you’re so close to him. i’m like that with my mom…my dad too but i think my mom gets me more — how many fuckin’ floors are there?” theo interrupted his lovely spiel about their parents when his thighs began to burn. but they’d arrived. he saw her bedroom and lit up with childlike wonder. “billie…you sure i can stay here? i might not leave.” it seemed like he was joking, but he would stay forever if she allowed him. he tried to contain his excitement, squeezing her hand tightly and bringing it to his mouth for yet another kiss. it was more luxurious than any suite he’d splurged on before. he couldn’t believe he got to spend a night there for free. things only got swankier when they made it to her en suite. “get the fuck outta here,” theo laughed when he saw the giant green tub. was it made out of jade? “no, no— we love florence. beautiful name for a bathtub. you’re insane, you know?” he nodded to make sure they were on the same page of absurdity; a hand on the back of her neck brought them close enough for theo to kiss her softly — a strangely, domestic peck on the lips. his eyes drift to the mirror above the tub, and visions started to flood his head. “don’t…don’t act like you didn’t know that was there. you might actually kill me.” he rubbed two fingertips along his bottom lips in thought. “just run the bath,” he smiled at her, taking in the rest of the room as she did, adding all her fancy fixings to the warm water.

upon spotting the shower, theo announced that he was going to rinse off there. partial to a cold shower, he allowed the water to cascade over him, using the force of his hand to get the surface layer of sweat and their rest of their bodily fluids off of him. it was quick, maybe a couple minutes before he was back to florence, dripping wet. he settled into the water, hotter to him after the cold plunge. theo didn’t mind, though — numb to the feeling of heat after years of standing over hot stoves. he held her hand, helping her to step into the tub and join him. “you feel so far away,” he laughed softly when her bottom half finally disappeared beneath the layer of soapy foam. it was an exaggeration, but compared how he was inside her not too long ago…not a far cry. “10 dates,” theo called back to their previous conversation. he told her he’d get back to her. “i thought about it, and i think 10 dates are enough if they’re anything like this. i’d marry you tomorrow,” he spoke sincerely, rubbing his foot against the outside of her calf. “i know how it sounds, but…i have a really good feeling about us.” he surprised himself with the word. us.

"so unhinged. clearly kissing you was the beginning of a dangerous pattern of questionable, yet completely gratifying decisions." she hums softly as he presses soft kisses to her skin, leaving trails and blooms of warmth all over. god he feels so good-- even now, when they'd fucked the desperation of it away, she still craves the feel of him on her skin. "mm--really, how many dates would you suggest then? and how much kissing will there be, because I'm fairly sure that's how I ended up here....so I suspect more kissing completely fucks with the timeline--" she laughs softly-- god she'd folded the second he'd taken her hand, and they both knew it.

she shakes her head at his question, a small smile on her lips. "...me either. with anyone else. i've never been so..." she struggles to find the words to describe it, the way he seemed to read her body, the way they just fell in sync. "open, with anyone else." she has no blue print for this, no idea what to do with the way he already feels important to her-- no concept of what this meant. but she sinks into the soft warmth of his kiss, and the earnestness in his voice and it's enough to reassure her, enough to put that love-drunk smile on her face. she giggles when he kisses her face, her heart feels lighter somehow, at the softness of it. "silly." she gets to her feet and takes his hand, tangling their fingers together automatically. "a bath sounds amazing--actually."

the house is too large for one girl, it's why she lets azar and phoenix crash here when they're in town, or her parents too--she likes to keep her people around her. but tonight it's just them, walking down the hallways. "yeah-- I've always loved this house. it used to belong to a friend of my dads, and he--was getting rid of it, around the time I turned 25. my dad got it and it was kind of our thing... putting this house together. he loved it and it--was nice to do something with him like this. i uh-- turned thirty and then he turned around and said, it's yours. sugar. just like that. i think I cried--actually. and he did too a little. mostly because he didn't want to lose me to the east coast." she smiles wistfully at the memory as she leads him up the stairs. there's art and photos along the upper hallways, and she takes him up one more flight, until they're on the fourth floor. it's almost all open plan, a massive master suite in soft tones with a huge bed facing a fire place. there are plants everywhere, pops of green and turquoise to interrupt the neutrals. it continues to the art, the throws-- little bits of colour. the windows all look out into the wild beauty of the garden. there's a door off to one side that leads into closets and another that leads into the bathroom.

"this is where the magic happens--" she laughs softly, leading him into a bathroom. "this bathtub...is maybe the most ridiculous thing I have but I love it--so no making fun of Florence. and yes-- she has a name---" the bathtub is a deep, bottle green and big enough to fit four people. the whole room is a wash of neutral tones, wood--natural texture with the tub as it's centre piece. the windows behind the tub look out onto the garden, but not much else beyond it. there's a mirror above the tub and she tilts her head towards it. "that could prove useful, now that I think about it..." there's a shower towards the back and a large vanity off to the side with a startling number of perfume bottles. she walks him to the tub, and fills it with warm water and some persimmon scented bubble bath. "...you first, baby."

[bananxious]

Max's arms are too short to wrap around Sam's chest so in the event that Sam chokes on his food Max must utilize his adapted Heimlich Maneuver, powerfully catapulting himself head-first into Sam's solar plexus to eject that half-chewed steak piece out of Sam's trachea with such upwards velocity it travels a perfect parabolic arc in the air before making a splash landing in someone else's clam chowder

[book-place]

Waiters?

Summary: Your brothers don’t think that it’s a very good idea for you to go on a date. But there’s nothing they can do about it… or so you think

Parings: Winchester brothers x sister reader

*Not my gif*

A/N: Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“It’s just a date.” You groaned as you tried to get past your brothers and to the door.

“Just a date?” Dean asked with a raised eyebrow and his arm crossed, Sam was in the same position, “How long have you even known the guy?”

“Long enough.” You grumbled as you tried to go around Sam to get to the door.

Sam was faster though, and he stuck his arm out to stop you and he firmly yet gently grabbed your arm to stop you from leaving.

“What’s his name?” Sam interrogated.

You sighed knowing that the only way you’ll be able to get out of there was to comply, “His name is Logan. There, happy?”

“Far from it actually.” Dean growled. “What kind of a name is that? Logan?”

“Guys, I’m serious, it’s just one date! I’m old enough to go on those, in case you’ve forgotten!” You informed them.

“What if it doesn’t work out?” Dean asked, trying to get you to reconsider.

“Then I’ll kill him.” Sam answered for you.

You face palmed and this time faked a right around your brothers and as they went to stop you, you skirted around them to the left.

Dean's eyes widened for about half a second before he crashed into Sam and they both went tumbling to the ground.

You giggled a little before opening the door.

“I’ll be home at eleven!” You called before shutting the door and hurrying to where Logan’s car was waiting out front.

-•-

So far the date was going great. Better than great even, it was perfect.

Logan had brought his car and opened and closed the door for you.

He had complimented you multiple times and he was such a gentleman!

The two of you were currently in a restaurant laughing about a story Logan had just told you when the waiter came to give you your food.

As your bowl of pasta appeared in front of you, you looked up to thank the waiter only to come face to face with your eldest brother dressed as a waiter.

Your eyes widened and for a moment you’re frozen.

“Is something wrong?” Logan’s gentle voice asked from across the table.

You snapped out of your thoughts and decided that you would just ignore the fact that Dean was clearly trying to spy on you and your date, “No, I’m fine.” You answered with a smile.

Dean was still standing there, so without looking away from Logan, you kicked your brother really hard in the shin under the table, causing him to double over a little with a small grunt.

Logan had luckily never met her brothers before, or there would be some real issues.

“Your food will be out in a minute.” Dean said through gritted teeth, while glaring at Logan.

Logan looked uncomfortable for a moment because he had done nothing wrong to this man, but being the amazing person he was, he put on a thankful smile and replied with a polite thank you.

That made Dean mad, and he walked away shaking his head and muttering to himself. And you swore you heard something about pigs, apple pie, and killing Logan.

You were honestly concerned about what goes on in your oldest brother's head sometimes.

You turned back to your date with a smile and continued to chat as if nothing had happened for about two minutes, before another waiter came out with Logan’s food.

You were about to start silently cheering in your head that the waiter wasn’t Dean, until you saw that it was Sam instead. And he was also dressed as a waiter.

He also happened to be holding a glass of water in his hand and once he went to set Logan’s food down, the water spilled all onto Logan’s lap.

You were 100% sure that it wasn’t an accident.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Sam said without any emotion whatsoever in his voice, clearly not sorry.

Logan looks up at him with another kind smile that you are sure was pissing Sam off beyond belief.

“No worries, man. Accidents happen!” He replied casually as he cleaned up the water with a napkin.

Sam gave him a tight lipped smile before sulking off in the same direction Dean had gone just moments before.

You sighed, “Sorry about that.”

But Logan wasn’t looking at you, instead his now wide eyes were trained behind his date and his face paled.

You quickly turned your head around to see what scared Logan, only to see your brothers standing a few tables back towards the wall with death glares on their faces.

Dean put finger guns to his head as Sam swept his finger along his throat in a killing motion.

When they saw their little sister looking, they immediately looked away, Dean even went as far as to whistle while looking at the ceiling.

You sighed and facepalmed, “Y-you know those people?” Logan asked shakily.

“Those are my brothers.” You grumbled into your hand.

Logan gulped, “Well they certainly hate me.”

“They hate any boy who looks in my direction.” You admitted.

Logan suddenly started to regain some color in his face, and he sat up straighter. “Well, I’m not going to be going anywhere. Let’s finish this date and let’s not worry about your brothers.” A smile slowly formed on your face at hearing this.

So that’s what you two did, you finished the date while trying their best to ignore the Winchester brothers.

At the end, the couple had to quickly try and run to Logan’s car while Sam and Dean were looking the other way so that the boys didn’t try and shoot the poor boy (You had to explain to him that you weren't joking and would actually shoot him… multiple times).

All in all, they had a pretty good date. You two were even going to go on a second one! You just have to make sure that your brothers don’t know where you’re going…

[albakore]

Away From Home

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Thoma/Tohma (fem!reader) (fic)

Synopsis: (office!au) Even your boss Zhongli has moments where self control goes out the window to make way for carnal desires.

Warnings: not sfw (18+) reverse harem, (an orgie?), semi public sex again, creampie, oral (giving), petnames (angel, princess, gem), squirting, umm? did i miss anything?, not proofread because im lazy if you catch any errors feel free to shoot me an ask,

A/N: This is a part two to Office Adventures but t's not necessary that you read it before this. I don't know if people were expecting a direct continuation of the last one but I took some creative liberty because I felt like that would be boring and instead created a whole new scenario, I hope you all enjoy it just the same!

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The sexual tension in the office since that (ahem) eventful meeting had been nothing short of palpable, as Lisa had been ever so kind to point out. Even Jean and Eula were starting to grow frustrated with the way Childe and Kaeya made it painstakingly obvious their lust for you, and as you explained to Jean apologetically, they just wouldn't seem to take your request to tone it down seriously. Though you couldn't deny that even you often found your mind wandering as you sat alone in your office, frequently coming to remember the way you wobbled out of the meeting room that day, cunt quivering and leaking cum.

Luck seemed to be on Jean's side however, because this week you found yourself away from the office on an important regional business conference accompanied by none other than the men themselves, leaving her alone in charge of the office for a few days. The adventure of being in a new place was always exciting; there was light in your eyes as your plane touched down just outside the city, the skyline stood shimmering off in the distance. Though, as Diluc so gracefully reminded you, this was not a vacation but a business trip and most of your time would be consumed by meetings and other work-related affairs.

"(Name)!" You heard someone call from behind you. You were walking back to the hotel after another boring day of drifting in and out of meetings with people you hardly knew and topics you hardly cared about.

"Hm?" Your head turned to see three familiar figures waving at you as they approached.

"Care to join us for dinner? It'll be our treat." Childe asked once they had caught up to you, falling into step beside you.

"Where are you guys going?" You asked. You silently took in the appearance of the boys beside you. You hadn't gotten a chance to see them all day since you greeted them at the complimentary hotel breakfast bar this morning, and you had to admit they cleaned up nicely. You admired the three's formal dress, remembering the way Zhongli had specifically lectured them on the importance of appearance at an event like this. You notes Thoma's expensive looking watch and Kaeya's tailored button-up shirt that was, of course, unbuttoned halfway now that the workday was over. Childe had his suit jacket thrown over his shoulder, one hand holding the jacket the other shoved in his pocket.

"Mr. Zhongli found this fancy looking French restaurant a few blocks away, he wanted us to get there before we missed our reservation time." Thoma answered.

"Where is he?" You asked, taking note of his and Diluc's absence from the group.

"He and Diluc got caught up in some last minute business they had to attend to. It's times like these I don't envy the higher up positions of our company's cofounders." Kaeya answered you this time. "No matter how attractive the pay increase may seem, I can only handle so much overtime."

"You can say that again." Childe chuckled in agreeance, "I can't tell you how many times I've left the office only to come back in the morning and find Zhongli still hunched over some paperwork."

"Hey, guys, I think this is the place." Thoma motioned to the building you were approaching, and you immediately realized that 'fancy looking' was an understatement. "Will you be joining us, Lady (Name)?" Thoma questioned, extending his hand as an invitation to you.

"I don't see why not." You flashed him a smile before placing your hand in his, allowing him to tug you along. Kaeya opened the door for you, gesturing to allow you to step inside first. You were awestruck by the inside -- if you thought ‘fancy looking’ was an understatement for the outside, then the inside could be described as nothing short of grandiose. There were round tables covered in white cloth and fancy silverware, a fountain sat in the middle of the room behind the hostess desk and elegant trimmings lining the staircase off on the far side of the room. You quickly quelled your shocked expression as the hostess approached you.

"We have a reservation for six under the name Zhongli." Childe told her. "We'll have two more joining us later."

She checked her ledger and quickly crossed off the name. "Right this way, sir." She said to Childe with a polite smile. She led your group away from the main room, opening the door to a nicely decorated single-table room with a pleasant and romantic vibe, most likely accredited to the soft lighting.

“Thank you.” Childe told her as you four took your seats. One side of the table had booth-style seating and the other side had individual chairs. She closed the door with a click, and before you knew it you were sat in between Kaeya and Childe on the booth side, with Thoma directly across from you. You picked up a menu and began flipping through it to get a feel for what items might interest you. Before long, Childe’s hand had found its way onto your thigh. You looked down at it before looking back at him, a silent prompt for an explanation. “What?” He inquired mischievously, thumb rubbing your skin gently.

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could your server opened the door with a brief knock. Childe’s hand stayed firmly in place as the server introduced themselves before asking if they could get you guys anything to drink. Thoma and Childe ordered regular fountain drinks, and requested two extra waters be brought out preemptively for Diluc and Zhongli whenever they should arrive.

“Ah yes may I have a glass of your finest red wine.” Kaeya asked with a smile once it came his time to order, earning a look from you. “What? It’s coming out of Diluc’s pocket not mine, might as well make good use of it.”

"And I'll have a..." You started, feeling Childe's hand inch upwards as the servers gaze remained fixed on you. "Just a r-regular glass of water please." You managed to force out while trying to ignore the growing feeling of need that Childe's attention was causing you. You smiled at the server as they stated that they'd be right back with your drinks.

Moments after the server left, Thoma's phone started buzzing. He answered it and paused for a few moments before he stepped away saying something about needing to meet Diluc and Zhongli in the lobby. That left you alone trapped in a booth with two mischievous gazes focused on you. "I must say, (Name)," Childe started, "you look absolutely stunning tonight. You really took Zhongli's 'Dress to Impress' speech to heart it seems." His flirty demeanor was predictable, earning a chuckle and an eye roll from you. His fingers were tracing patterns into the flesh of your inner thigh, head resting in his other hand as he studied you. You felt Kaeya's arm snake around your torso, hand coming to rest on your hip.

"He's right, you should wear this outfit more often." Kaeya whispered into your ear.

“You know, typically you’re supposed to wine and dine me before you-“ A knock resonated from the door, cutting you off and causing Kaeya to pull away from you but neither him nor Childe made any effort to remove their hands from where they were situated. The server entered with the table’s drinks on a tray, dishing them out to their respective spots on the table before asking if anybody was ready to order. Kaeya told them politely that we would wait for the rest of the group to join us first, and with that they turned and exited the room again.

You watched as Kaeya reached for his no doubt expensive wine, taking a sip and letting out a satisfied hum. "This wine is absolutely divine, it's not often I get the chance to indulge in such luxury. Would you like to try some, angel?" Kaeya asked you while his fingertips traced your hips.

"Sure." You hummed back, reaching out to grab the glass but Kaeya stopped your hand. You looked at him quizzically, watching as he dipped two fingers into the glass and let the crimson liquid pool at his fingertips. He brought his fingers to your lips, waiting for you to part them. You did, but only ever so slightly, letting your tongue drag along his slender fingers with a hum of delight as you maintained eye contact with him. Once upon a time you may have been flustered by his actions, but ever since the incident in the meeting room you have become no stranger to these types of occurrences. You pulled away before pressing a kiss to the pads at the tip of his finger.

"Divine indeed, captain." You added teasingly, the nickname a reference to a costume he wore to a halloween party last year that had caught on and stuck around even months after. You watched his unreadable expression closely as you awaited his response. He grabbed your face, tugging you toward him so he could plant a firm kiss on your lips while he caressed your cheek gently. You felt Childe's hand inch upward yet again further and further before finally reaching your clothed sex. Your breath hitched as Kaeya deepened the kiss, Childe rubbing you through thin material at a teasingly slow pace. You shifted your hips, trying to gain more friction from his fingers.

Kaeya pulled back from the kiss to let you catch your breath. "You know, there is one thing that would make this wine taste better." He kissed along your jaw and down your neck, breath fanning your skin as he continued. "If I could pour it over your chest and lick it off of you, slowly, inch by inch while you squirmed under my touch. That would make this experience undeniably perfect." You felt a shiver run down your spine, hand intertwining with his hair. As if working in tandem with Kaeya, Childe took this opportunity to slip his fingers past the barrier of fabric, your slick making his fingers run smoothly over your folds. Your free hand extended over to Childe's lap so you could palm him through his pants, thumb caressing the imprint of his erection. He let a breathy moan right next to your ear, fingers slipping into your heat.

"This is our reserved room, correct?" Zhongli’s voice resonated from just outside the door before the door swung open. He stepped in, followed by Diluc and Thoma. Your eyes met with Zhongli's as you tried futilely to push the lustful duo off of you. You filled with embarrassment when you thought about how sleazy you must look with Kaeya's lips attached to your neck and Childe's fingers squelching in and out of you. "Thoma, switch with (name), please. Evidently these two are incapable of practicing self control."

"W-what?" You protested, stomach sinking at the thought of disappointing your boss.

"Seriously, you two wouldn't know good timing if it hit you in the face. Your hotel rooms are literally a few yards away from each other." Diluc scoffed, tossing his suit coat over the back of his chair before pulling it out and sitting in it.

Childe pulled away from you, frowning at Diluc's words. "If I'm not mistaken, it was you who was moaning her name last night while you were alone in the shower, no?"

"And if I'm not mistaken, I'm still your boss. Watch how you talk to me." Diluc shot back immediately, crossing his arms over his chest. You scooted out of the booth, over Childe's lap, effectively pulling away from the two.

"Sorry.." You fiddled nervously with the hem of your skirt, still trying to recover from the embarrassment.

"You misunderstand me, gem, I'm not upset at you in the slightest." Zhongli smoothed over some of your hair comfortingly. "I specifically had a talk with these two about keeping things professional on this trip. This has nothing to do with you or your actions." You stared at him for a second before nodding. You took your place in between Zhongli and Diluc, directly across from where you had been previously sitting.

"How did your meetings go?" Zhongli asked you, tone much softer than the one he had just taken with Childe and Kaeya.

"They were boring for the most part, I managed to make a few connections though so that's good. What about you?" You responded, tuning out Diluc and Childe's bickering in the background.

"Stressful, I had many presentations to give, and only few bode over well."

"That's just how it goes." Thoma chimed in. "Tomorrow is a new day filled with new opportunity, I'm sure you'll do better."

"Stressful, eh? Fortunately for you, I know of the perfect way to relieve stress." Kaeya, ever the troublemaker, fixed his gaze on you pointedly for a few seconds to allow his point to get across. He just couldn't help himself when the ball was set up fo perfectly for him to spike it. You studied Zhongli's expression, his face remaining stoic as he processed Kaeya's innuendo.

"Unfortunately, the rules I set for you two apply to me as well. It would be wholly unfair to not hold myself to the same standard I hold my staff." Zhongli answered effortlessly. Seems like all these years of press conferences seemed to have really sharped his ability to form charismatic responses. Wait, 'unfortunately'?

"C'mon, Zhongli, (name)'s had eyes for us just as much as we've had eyes for them. You should see the look they get on their face when they're alone in their office." Childe laughed after ending his bickering session with Diluc. Your eyes went wide at that, having whole-heartedly believed you were being careful about when to indulge in your fantasies. "Besides, doesn't fucking them senseless sound like the perfect pick-me-up after a long day of meetings."

Zhongli seemed like he was still struggling to process his comment, resolve chipping with every second. He couldn't deny the nights he spent replaying the image of you bent over that table while he pleasured himself, and tonight was shaping up to be no different -- well, that would have been the case had he not attended this dinner. His eyes shifted over to you, inner turmoil apparent in them. Evidently, your response would be the deciding factor that pushed Zhongli to either side of the fence.

"He's not wrong." You shrugged, offering Zhongli a small smile. It was a simple sentence, only three words and yet… You watched his expression darken in that moment, his half hard erection already apparent in his pants.

"Thoma," you immediately noted the way his voice seemed to have dropped an octave. His gaze never once left yours.

"Yes boss?" Thoma responded almost instantly.

"Lock the door." Zhongli growled. Your heart skipped a beat, you felt heat rush straight to your core. The way Zhongli was looking at you made you feel bare even though not a single article of clothing had been removed from your form, at least not yet.

"The waitress is going to come back to place our order though." Diluc seemed to be the only voice of reason in this scenario. Thoma returned, scooting back into his spot in the booth, forcing Childe to be the one trapped in the middle this time. "That's gonna look awfully suspicious."

"Frankly, I can't seem to bring myself to care about that right now." Zhongli stood from his seat. He turned toward you, motioning for you to stand as well. "We'll tell them I had an important announcement that I didn't want getting interrupted or something." He lifted you at the hips and set you down on the table, placing himself in between your legs and pulling your core to meet his crotch. His lips caught yours, deep and breathtaking, as his hands roamed over your body. He tugged your shirt to untuck it until his fingers came into contact with the hem. He pulled it up, breaking the kiss to allow him to discard your shirt.

You found yourself rocking against him as his lips worked down your neck and chest. A new pair of hands hooked themselves under your bra clasp. You looked back to see Childe's arm extended. He pushed the straps off your arms, allowing the bra to fall away and expose your breasts. The cool air made your nipple perk instantly. You felt Childe's hands tug you down gently, allowing your back to lay against the cool cloth. You looked over to see Diluc's hands full of your table's drinks as he set them off to the side to avoid any accidents. Thoma eagerly took one of your nipples into his mouth while Kaeya's cold hand cupped the other.

Childe scooted the table away from him to provide him with the room to stand up. Your cheeks burned as you found yourself face to face with his still clothed erection. He chuckled at your expression, fingers caressing your cheek. He let his pointer finger trail delicately down your jaw to your chin, and then from your chin down your exposed neck. You shivered slightly at the way it tickled.

You felt someone tug down your skirt and your underwear, cool air rushing over your core. Zhongli had managed to free his member from his pants and was pumping himself outside of your field of vision. His other hand was pressed to your hip. He admired the way your chest heaved. Thoma and Kaeya littered your skin with bite marks and kisses. You watched intently as Childe followed in Zhongli's lead, freeing himself from his pants. Your lips parted slightly in anticipation, breath fanning the tip of Childe's dick with every exhale. Zhongli lined himself up with your entrance, you clenched your fists when you felt his tip push in. He sunk the rest of the way into you, a sigh of relief falling from his lips. He silently thanked Kaeya and Childe for prepping you so well before he had even arrived. Childe repeated this same process with your lips, slowly sinking into your mouth and relishing the feeling of your warm tongue wrapping around him.

The men both started thrusting at the same time but at very different paces. Childe was eager and less restrained, holding you steady while he fucked your face. He was also louder, not seeming to care if the staff or other patrons heard how good you were making him feel. Zhongli on the other hand was slower, drawing all the way out of you before slamming back into you. Though, after a few moments he seemed to compromise with himself and picked up the pace slightly, only drawing partially out of you, but still enough to let you feel his tip hit deep inside of you with each powerful thrust. You felt Diluc's familiar fingers come into contact with your clit, rubbing you in just the right way to make you clench around Zhongli and moan around Childe. Diluc left kisses all over your lower half, his long hair spilling over his shoulder and tickling your stomach.

The lewd sounds of slapping and kissing and sucking were all that could be heard in the room, along with Childe’s occasional unrestrained noises of pleasure. He moaned your name, head thrown back and mouth agape. His cheeks were flushed bright pink, and they only seemed to glow brighter the closer he got to cumming. Childe's pace became sloppy and erratic as he drew near to his own orgasm, thrusts becoming shallow as he chased euphoria. He pulled out right as he hit his high point so he could paint your chest with his cum. He moaned your name particularly loudly as he did, using his own hand to slowly lower himself down from his peak.

Kaeya pulled back and marveled at the marks he left on your skin, the imprints of his teeth visible in several spots. "My turn already?" He hummed, fingers tracing over the splotches and bruises on your skin. "A shame, I wasn't finished with my work of art yet." He stood up nonetheless as Childe fell back on the seat behind him, still trying to catch his breath. Kaeya quickly took his place, much to Thoma's disappointment. Kaeya's signature smirk hadn't left his face once while he admired the way your breasts glistened with a mixture of sweat and cum. He slowly undid the button to his pants, pushing them partially down his legs before moving to his underwear. You swear his cock bounced when it sprang free, tip flushed and absolutely beautiful. It seems this man truly didn't have an ugly bone in his body.

You felt Zhongli slowly coming undone inside you too, his cock twitching more and more every time he pushed himself into your smooth walls, even more so whenever Diluc's added stimulation made you clench around him. You felt yourself rock against his fingers, your own climax on the horizon. Zhongli gave one final thrust into you before you felt him spill his hot seed into you, his fingers digging into your hips in an attempt to ground himself. You moaned at the feeling of your walls being coated white. Kaeya took this as an opportunity to muffle you with his cock. He stuffed your mouth full of him, watching in a sort of satisfied sadistic fashion as you choked slightly on his length.

Zhongli pulled out of you after he finished cumming, panting heavily. You whined around Kaeya's cock at the loss of contact, hole clenching desperately around nothing. You squirmed your hips and mewled, hoping someone would get your wordless plea for some form of stimulation. Diluc, ever so observant, was the first one to pick up on your discomfort. "Aw, does my little princess want to be filled up again?" He asked tauntingly. "Do you want my cock inside of you?" His fingers continued to push you toward your orgasm. He chuckled at the way you jerked your hips into his touch, whines becoming louder still even with your mouth full of Kaeya's erection. As he felt your body start to tense, he withdrew his hand from your clit before you could cum. You pressed your thighs together while a groan left your lips, feeling frustrated tears well up in your eyes.

Diluc switched spots with Zhongli and unzipped his pants loud enough to get the anticipation in your stomach building rapidly. You heard fabric bunching and shuffling, and in turn took advantage of the adrenaline rush you were getting to eagerly please Kaeya. You hollowed your cheeks and allowed your tongue to work over him, lewd sucking noises escaping your lips. Kaeya groaned in response, his grip on your head tightening still as he bucked his hips into you frantically. You felt Zhongli's rough hands run over the skin of your breasts, centering on the nipples. You felt him wipe some of Childe's cum off you, and moments later the feeling of his fingers got replaced with his tongue as he sucked slightly on the soft flesh.

You sucked in a sharp breath when you felt Diluc's tip at your entrance, face contorting as you prepared for him to stretch you out just like Zhongli had. You paused as he pushed in -- not all the way, just an inch or so -- to truly revel in the feeling the he was providing you. He sunk in a little bit more to let you get used to the feeling of him in your tight sex, he was a little more girthy than Zhongli. Finally, he pushed into you until he bottomed out, filling your cunt to the brim with his member. A quiet groan escaping his lips; you would give anything to see the blissful look on his face right now.

You squirmed as he started to move. He went slowly at first, letting himself become coated in your slick to make his job easier. He took a few moments to find a good rhythm, one that was much different from Zhongli's. He was steady and consistent, pulling out an inch or two only to push back into you. He lifted one of your legs to give him a better angle, you let out a muffled moan as his tip kissed your sweet spot. Kaeya groaned again at the vibration of your voice. You felt Kaeya’s thumb press slightly against the center of your throat where he could feel himself thrusting in and out of you. You swallowed around him as he gave his last few thrusts before he was sent over the edge, cumming in spurts over your tongue. He let out a long moan that you wanted to keep on repeat forever.

You caught sight of Thoma eagerly awaiting his chance to feel your mouth around him. Kaeya pulled out slowly, stepping to the side (albeit a little bit grudgingly) to let Thoma have his turn. Thoma has already freed himself, precum leaking from the tip. He seemed a little nervous as he found himself finally aligned with your awaiting mouth. “Are you sure this is alright?” He asked, closely watching your face for signs of discomfort. His gentleness was refreshing after the way Kaeya and Childe so unceremoniously face-fucked you.

You giggled, kissing his tip causing his ears to flush red. “Mhm, of course. You’re so good for me~” His eyes went wide at your praise. You let your mouth hang open as an invitation for him to enter you, a high pitched whine escaping him almost immediately after sinking into you. He cupped your head gently, pulling out of you slowly before pushing back into you, truly appreciating the stimulation you were giving him.

Kaeya truly could never sit still with an opportunity so grand in front of him. His fingers found their way to toy with your clit, his cold fingers making you squirm under his touch. Childe, who was still on the couch, had gotten hard again and was pumping himself as he watch you slowly get your holes stuff full of cum. You moaned as Diluc’s dick hit your sweet spot again and again, Kaeya’s cold fingers causing your head to spin. You could feel your orgasm coming fast, and it felt like it was going to be an intense one. You arched your back off the table, whines becoming increasingly more frequent the more pressure built up. Diluc also seemed to be nearing his release, you could always tell by the way he moaned your name. A few more thrusts into you was all it took for you to come undone. You cried out, thighs quivering as you squirted all over Kaeya’s fingers and Diluc’s cock alike. Diluc followed a few seconds after, burying himself inside of you as he came hard, eyes intently watching the sight of you during and after your orgasm.

Thoma’s cock twitched as he watched you make a mess over Diluc’s cock, his breathy moans of your name getting louder and louder. He knew it wouldn’t take long for him to finish, not with the way your tongue traced his veins and your hand assisting him with whatever he couldn’t fit in your mouth. You felt the knot come undone and Thoma’s sweet cum flooded your mouth. He pulled out, gently wiping the spit from your face.

The room was filled with nothing but the sound of heavy breathing as everyone came down from their highs. Zhongli was even nice enough to grab your water from where Diluc had set them off to the side and offer you some as he dabbed away some of your sweat with a napkin. Diluc finally pulled his now softened member out of you, admiring the way your cum-filled hole leaked. He had to fight the urge to fuck every last drop back into you.

A knock resonated from the door, causing everyone in the room to freeze. “Um, sorry to interrupt,” the servers voice sounded meekly from outside the door, “you guys reservation time is up…” You cringed at the idea of having to walk back to your hotel room in this state, legs still wobbly and cum all over you.

“I supposed to ‘important announcement’ excuse won’t work now..” If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Zhongli sounded amused. “No need to fret, I’ll just pay them a generous tip to overlook this little.. endeavor.”

“You mean I’ll pay the tip.” Diluc cut in flatly. You all were lucky the company had the money to be avoiding scandals like this or else you’d all be done for. Maybe he could convince you to, uh, thank him for it later…

[midgardianweasley]

hiii i love your fics so much omg! anyway, i have a request that i've been daydreaming about that haha: nat and r get into a really big fight about smth (anything but cheating pls my heart won't be able to take that) and r kind of shuts down, and wanda & carol become super protective of her and follow her everywhere making sure she's ok. (and they're also glaring at nat any chance they get) but then nat comes into r's room one night and apologizes and they make up and snuggle and its soft hours

thank you so much! and of course lovely! here you go<33

Priorities

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha has been missing date nights, leaving Y/N embarrassed for the final time. When confronted, an argument unfolds, but can they come back from it?

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: some swearing, some self-neglect

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“Another drink, miss?” The waiter in a smart, black tux asked you for the second time this evening, a part of you felt that it was out of pity as you sat alone at a table for two, and had been for the last two hours.

You were supposed to be meeting your girlfriend tonight for date night, you got all dressed up, makeup applied and hair styled perfectly, which had taken forever, only to be stood up. You wouldn’t have overly minded if this was a first occurrence, you would’ve brushed it off and rescheduled for another night. Which is what you had done, two missed date nights ago.

This was your third night of sitting alone in a crowded, candlelit restaurant as couples around you glanced over with a sympathetic gaze, which had only made you feel worse. Your girlfriend should be here. ‘Natasha should be here’, you thought. You looked up at the kind waiter, giving him a gentle smile before shaking your head.

“No, thank you. I think I'm calling it a night.” You spoke as you hurried to gather your things and get out of there as soon as possible, trying to hold back tears that you refused to let fall, not in front of all of these strangers. You hated this. You hated feeling so exposed. So vulnerable. You couldn’t help but feel anger bubble inside of you, thoughts of Natasha being the only thing currently plaguing your mind, most along the lines of; ‘What was her excuse this time?’ ‘Who is she with instead?’, but, there was one in particular that you couldn’t help but focus on.

‘She promised.’

You hadn’t realised you were crying until you were in the taxi, catching a glimpse of yourself in the rearview mirror when the driver had adjusted it slightly to see the cars behind you, in the process, you’d also caught her eyebrows raise in concern and it wasn’t long before she started conversation.

“You okay back there?”

You laughed somewhat bitterly, but it wasn’t towards her. “Nothing I can't handle.”

Your response didn’t seem to settle her worry as she turned quickly and shot you a sad smile before returning her eyes to the road.

“Boy troubles?”

“Girl.” You rubbed your face, trying to rid yourself of any tear stains that may be lingering and messing up your once really pretty makeup. Not that it really mattered at this point.

“Ah, been there.” She held up her left hand, showing you the shimmering diamond on her finger. “The wife and I have had our fair share of arguments and fallouts, some of them included a situation like this one.”

“Crying in the backseat of a taxi?”

“Crying in the backseat of a taxi.” She laughed lightly, making you smile for the first time tonight.

“It had always worked out though, we’ve never been stronger.”

“Congratulations.” You looked towards the woman “I hope I could be so lucky.” You mumbled, though still loud enough for her to hear. You were mad at Natasha, more disappointed really, but you still loved her, dangerously so. She could stand you up for another 50 dates, and you’d still be head over heels. Angry, but your love would never falter.

“I’m sure you will be. If there’s one thing I've learned over the years, it’s that things have a way of falling into place eventually.”

Pondering her words, you looked out of the car window and noticed that you were pulling up to Stark Tower. It wasn’t long before the car came to a complete stop, the woman turning round to you and beginning to speak again.

“You’ll be okay. It’s obvious you love her, okay? Speak to her. I’m sure it’ll be alright.” She looked at you with nothing but kindness in her eyes, which you did your best to return with a smile. You reached into your purse, handing her the money owed, plus a tip.

“Thank you for the help.”

“Don’t worry about it, go get her.” She winked as you got out of the car and watched her drive away, quickly taking yourself inside to avoid freezing to death as the cold wind blew harshly. Kicking your heels off, you set off with one task at hand. Talk to Nat.

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“Hey, have any of you guys seen Nat?” You addressed some members of the team who were hanging out in the Kitchen, fixing themselves a snack or just conversing with one another. The second they looked up and took in their appearance, you could’ve sworn their faces paled and saddened slightly as if they knew what had happened.

“I think I saw her head off to train a while ago, but I'm not sure if she’s still there.” Carol replied, her face morphing into one of seriousness. She knew about the missed dates, having found you one night looking completely defeated in one of your nicest dresses and heels. She, alongside Wanda, who had found you both later that night, had spent their night comforting you and reassuring you that she probably hadn’t meant it. They didn’t know what to do, they’d never seen you look so sad before, no matter how much you told them it was okay, the pang in their chest for their best friend hadn’t ceased.

You nodded, quietly thanking Carol and wandered off in search for your girlfriend.

It didn’t take long, she was still training when you’d walked into the gym, sweat practically pouring off of her. Your heart softened briefly when you saw her, her fiery red hair tied back into a ponytail with loose strands all over the place, wearing a black t-shirt, grey sweatpants and a deadpan face as she attacked the dusty punching bag with such force that you’re surprised it hasn’t flown off of the chains yet.

She hadn’t noticed you had walked in, still giving all of her focus to her punches. Maybe she just hadn’t heard you?

“Hi Nat.”

Nothing.

“Nat”

All you could hear was the furious rattling of chains, still not getting a response from the redhead. With a sigh, you decided to try another approach. You stepped closer to her, still keeping a little distance, and leaned forward to tap her shoulder, instantly grabbing her attention. She flung herself around, arm still in midair, her closed fist almost coming into contact with your face.

You don’t know what you expected when she turned around and finally acknowledged your presence, but you definitely didn’t expect to be met with a scowl.

“Seriously? in the middle of training? I could’ve hit you.” She huffed as she turned back to her previous position.

“Sorry. I just wanted to come in and talk to you.”

“About?”

You paused, expecting her to look at you again, but she didn’t.

With a small sigh, you continued. “you missed date night again. I waited for you, but you were a no show.”

“Right, yeah, date night” she muttered, seeming to be unfocused as her eyebrows furrowed and her head kept darting around the room, looking anywhere but at you. “I’ll make the next one.”

“This is the third one you’ve missed this month.” You said firmly, wanting her to understand that this can’t keep happening, of course cancellations or rearrangements were bound to happen sometimes, but she’s just not showing up and then leaving you in the dark as to knowing why.

“I told you, i’ll make the next one.” She walked over to the bench, picking up her water bottle and taking a swig of water, looking directly at you, you look back at her and she just looks so, unbothered.

“I don’t believe you, Nat. You say you’ll make it up to me and then I sit there again, hoping that you’ll be there this time, but you don’t turn up. And now I come back and you’re just training. Could it not have waited? Was that seriously more important?” You raised your voice now, all the anger and frustration you’d felt earlier coming back up to the surface.

You just wanted an explanation, or something to justify how she was acting, but she gave you nothing, not even an attempt, only adding fuel to the fire.

“Why are you getting so annoyed? You should know better than anyone that this is my job.”

“I just explained that to you! Which is more than what you’re giving me right now.”

“Okay, fine, forgive me for not making everything about you for a minute.” She spat bitterly towards you, her temper starting to go as the discussion became more heated.

“Seriously? That’s how you’re seeing this?” If you weren’t so unbelievably irritated, you would’ve laughed at her response.

“You’re being selfish. So I missed a date or two, you’re blowing this out of proportion once again, it’s infuriating.” Selfish?

You raised both your hands, as if in surrender. It was one thing to ditch you, it was another thing to then insult you for speaking up about it. With a tight lipped smile, oozing with sarcasm, you decided that you’d had enough.

“I don’t need to listen to this.”

She shrugged her shoulders, adjusting the gloves she’d just put on. “Then don’t, i’m busy anyways.”. This time, you did laugh.

“What a fucking surprise.”. And with that, you turned on your heels and walked out, hearing the echo of punches fill the room once again, every one feeling like a punch to the stomach.

Maybe these are things falling into place, just not the place you’d hoped.

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You were still in bed at noon the next day, unable to bring yourself to get up and face the world. You didn’t need to worry about anything in the confinement of your bed, even more so considering it wasn’t the bed you shared with Natasha.

After speaking, well, arguing with her last night, you went straight to your shared bedroom, gathered some clothes and your essentials, and slept in your old room that you used to stay in before the two of you started dating. It felt wrong. You always spent your nights with a warm feeling of love washing over you as your girlfriend pressed kisses all over your face, tangling your limbs together in the process.

It wasn’t the same. You felt cold, a type of cold that no heating or blankets could solve. You lacked a weight on your waist, fingertips stroking the skin that was exposed due to your top riding up slightly. Instead, the only comfort you had was the small bear you’ve kept for the las year. It was one that Natasha had given you after she won it at the funfair on your third date, and you could never bring yourself to part with it, remembering how happy she looked when she handed it to you, and the butterflies you felt just from seeing her look so pleased.

The bear was a little worn and torn now, it had been ripped in a couple of places, now replaced with a little sewn on patch of material that didn’t exactly match the shade of brown, and one of the eyes had started to fall off, but you liked that it was different. The assassin had tried to offer to replace it and buy you a new one, but you’d always refuse, insistent that you would keep that bear with you for the rest of time. Even now, when the two of you weren’t speaking, you still held onto it with a death-tight grip.

A knock on the door snapped you out of your daydream.

“Y/N, open up, It’s me.” A familiar voice shouted through. Carol.

“And me!” Wanda.

You heard some muttering outside of the door, something along the lines of Carol suggesting they break the door down, immediately being told that it was unnecessary by the Sokovian. Feeling pretty against the idea of having a doorway with no door, you called out for them.

“Guys, it’s unlocked.” You were quiet, but it was clear that they had heard you as the faint talking stopped altogether and you heard them walk in and shut the door behind them with a ‘click’.

Wanda was the first to approach you, kneeling down beside the bed so that she was at eye level with you, pulling the bed covers down a little to uncover more than your forehead. Once she could see your eyes and nose, she sent you a warm smile.

“Hi sleepy. It’s noon.”

“I know.” She frowned when she heard you speak, your voice raspy from your crying through the night. She hated seeing you like this, she loved both you and Natasha, and it hurt to see you so sad because of the woman you adored.

“We should go and eat something, it’ll help.”

“‘M not hungry.” You pressed your head further into the pillow, the last thing you wanted to do was eat, your stomach already feeling like it was twisting with every minute that passed.

“C’mon, i’ll make you your favourite.” the blonde winked, leaning against your wardrobe.

“Your special pancakes?”

“With extra whipped cream.” She sang, playfully trying to encourage you to leave the bed. You had to hand it to her, she knew you too well.

WIth a brief look between the two, you rubbed your eyes and threw the covers off dramatically, sighing and ensuring that they knew you didn’t approve of this. They knew you were joking, even if you weren’t, all they cared about was making sure you were okay, knowing that when you felt like this, being left alone allows you to neglect yourself and get really low. They don’t mind if you dislike them for a little while, as long as you are looked after.

“There we go! Well done.” Wanda stroked your back and led you towards the door where Carol held it open for you.

“No breaking it down behind my back.” You shot towards her, slightly amused at the guilty look on her face as she realised you’d heard her quarrel beforehand. Shaking her head, she nudged you out of the door, and the three of you made your way into the kitchen.

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Carol had stuck to her promise of preparing a sweet treat for you, a stack of fluffy pancakes sat in front of you, topped with whipped cream and two cherries on top. You ate slow, still a little cautious of how stable your stomach felt. You could see your two friends talk with one another, not wanting to stare and make you uncomfortable, but occasionally looking over silently to check in on you.

You were feeling pretty content as you sat at the counter, munching away with the two avengers for company. It was only when you heard a voice that you could recognise anywhere.

“Hi guys.”

Not daring to look up, you ket your eyes focused on the food in front of you, hoping that if you just stay quiet, you’ll be invisible to the human eye.

“Hey Nat.”

“Hi.”

Wanda and Carol replied, wary of any interaction between the pair of you that could unfold into something neither of you wanted or that would lead to any regrets.

You lifted your head slightly, able to see the daggers Carol was throwing at Nat, not impressed with her being in the room. You both had always been quite close, often talking about life before becoming superheroes that protect the planet, in her case, planets. In the process, she’d found herself having a soft spot for you, wanting to protect you from anything that could bring you harm. Which you were grateful for, but her glaring was terrifying sometimes, you were more grateful for the fact that her powers weren’t in her eyes, otherwise you would’ve definitely become single five minutes ago.

You could see Natasha out of the corner of your eye, she was filling up the bottle she used for when she was training, her eyes weren’t on what she was doing, instead, she was trying to subtly look up at you through the hood of her eyes. You subconsciously took the opportunity to really take in her appearance.

Her hair hadn’t been tended to since you last saw her, half of it was hanging out of her ponytail, most of it falling in front of her face. Her eyes looked glassy and bloodshot, like she had been crying recently and you could’ve sworn that was your t-shirt she was wearing. The sight sent a wave of sadness over you, wanting nothing more than to leap over the counter and pull her into your arms and tell her things were fine, that the two of you were fine. But you stayed seated, too nervous to make a move.

You didn’t know it, but she regretted speaking to you last night, instantly realising what she’d done after she came back to her room to find it empty and half of your stuff gone. She knew immediately where you’d gone and would’ve gone through to talk it through with you, but she didn’t think it would help. She wanted you to have your time and space before approaching the situation.

With that, she tightened the lid on her bottle, sent you an apologetic smile and walked out of the room, leaving behind an awkward atmosphere in her absence.

“You alright?” Wanda asked

“Yeah, yeah no I'm okay. I’m feeling a little tired though, I'll catch you guys in a bit, okay?” You stood from your seat, not giving either of the two a chance to stop you as you walked out and back to bed. What a day.

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Hours had gone by now and you were back wrapped up under your bed covers, still clinging onto your bear. You hadn’t bothered to change, you went straight to bed after walking in the door. You’d managed to get some sleep earlier, not a lot, but it was something.

You tossed and turned, trying to find any way of being comfortable so your body could rest and your mind could shut off, but it was deemed to be impossible. All you could think about was your argument with Nat, and how she looked so upset earlier. The thought alone triggered the waterworks again, this time, you didn’t even attempt to stop them.

Only a couple of minutes had passed before there was yet again, another knock on your door. You rolled your eyes, really not wanting any more visitors, you were grateful for the help, but you really wanted to be alone.

“Guys, I’m fine! It’s late, get some sleep.” You called out, waiting to hear retreating footsteps, but they never came. Huh. That’s weird? You brushed it off quickly, assuming that it must’ve just been too quiet to hear, which you wouldn’t put past you due to all the sniffling you’ve been doing in an attempt to silence your crying.

You were wrong. The person at your door hadn’t walked away. They also weren’t Wanda or Carol. Instead, it was who you least expected to be in your room at god knows what time at night after the events that had unfolded recently.

“Hi.” The redhead whispered, worrying that if she spoke any louder, you’d be able to hear her voice shake with nerves, or the huge lump in her throat that wouldn’t budge.

You froze on the spot when you realised who it was, not entirely sure how you were gonna play this. Realistically, you might as well just see what it is she wants, it couldn’t hurt, could it?

“Hey.”

Her footsteps were practically silent but still felt deafening as she stepped closer to you, cringing slightly at how tense and forced all of this felt. It was her fault, she knew that, she hoped you did too. She didn’t want you blaming yourself for her actions, although she couldn’t say anything if you did, she was the one who had insulted you and planted the thought in your head, and she felt every fibre in her body beg for you to forgive her.

Approaching with caution, she walked up to the top of the bed, kneeling where Wanda had been earlier, but unlike Wanda, she didn’t reach out for you. She didn’t feel she had the right. Not now. She quickly took note of your eyes and how they were drooping and red, just like how hers had been earlier, which is how she could know in an instant that you had just been crying. She felt like a knife had gone through her chest at the sight, knowing that she had done that to you. She’d let you down so much that it had brought you to laying in bed alone and crying.

You mumbled something incoherent, completely muffled by the covers that were blocking your mouth.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you through the cover, could you tell me that again?”

You looked down a little, debating on doing it or just asking her to leave this conversation for another day. ‘But, she was already here, so you may as well get on with it.’ you thought, and with that, you tugged the covers down a little, letting Natasha see your full face now, unable to stop a tiny hint of a smile creeping up on her face. Your nose was runny, your eyes were puffy, and your face was flushed, but that didn’t change the fact that she still believed you to be the most beautiful woman she’d seen.

“Has something h-happened?” You hiccuped, noticing the frown take over her features as she maintained her eye contact with you.

“Yeah. i was a complete idiot.”

“Nat-”

“No, no, please. I want to explain. I need to explain. Please?” She pleaded, not caring how desperate she might’ve looked.

You paused for a minute before sighing gently, nodding at her and giving her a non-verbal go ahead to continue. She took a deep breath, looking away for a second then looking back at you before you could even blink. You could see her hands tremble a little, and while you were upset with her, you couldn’t leave it alone. You reached your hand out from under the cover and held it out to her, offering it for her to hold. She grabbed it without hesitation, squeezing it gently as a single tear fell, gathering the courage to say her next words.

“I have no excuse for what I did. There is nothing I could say that would make my actions plausible or acceptable, I shouldn’t have treated you like that or said what I did, and I understand if you can’t forgive me, or don’t want to. But I needed-, no, I need you to know, I'm sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N. You deserve better.”

More tears had fallen down her face at this point, her thumb not ceasing in their circular movements on the back of your hand. She didn’t know if this was going to be the last time she felt your hand in hers, so with every circle, she was savouring the moment, no matter how badly she wished it was under different circumstances.

You shuffled a little so you were in a more upright position, hoping that it would make speaking easier. You’d taken in every word, and while you were hurt, extremely hurt, you saw how remorseful she was. Her face showed no sign of humour or like she was lying. You could always tell when she was lying, her eyebrow always twitched a little, which you would always be in stitches about when she tried to say she didn’t eat your last cookie and her eyebrows would be moving like mad. They were as still as stone when she was speaking this time.

“You really hurt me, Nat. I didn’t think I was asking for much, just some time with you, that was all. And you left me every time, for work and with no notice. It was embarrassing.” She nodded in acknowledgement as she listened. “A-and then to come back and witness you being so, so, hostile, with me, I didn’t understand what I'd done.”

She gulped audibly before speaking again. “You hadn’t done a thing. Not a thing. I-I threw myself into work, into training. The last mission, I was sloppy, I wasn’t on my A game, it almost ended up with other people seriously hurt. So I thought-” She took a shaky breath in. “I thought, if I trained harder, It would mean I would be better for the next mission. But I disregarded everything else on the radar, including you, and then I got so mad at myself for it that I ended up taking it out on you instead. You don’t have a selfish bone in your body, and it was out of order for me to ever say so. It was wrong, and I don’t think I can apologise enough.`` She gave you an apologetic smile, tears streaming down her face steadily now.

“You know, when I came home from the restaurant, I had this driver.” You smiled. “Nice woman, she’s got a wife. She was telling me that it wasn’t easy for them. They had their ups and downs, their fights and bitterness. But they always found their way back to each other.” You whispered so softly that if there was any other noise in the room, Natasha wouldn’t have heard a word.

“And, when we argued, I really didn’t think we were going to be able to come back from that. I thought that maybe our time had expired.” You sniffled, your own tears trailing their way down your cheeks. Without thinking, she wiped them away, her palm pressing onto your warm cheek as you nuzzled into it, still finding comfort in her touch.

“I don’t want us to expire, Nat.”

There it was. There was the sentence that turned silent tears into fully body wracking sobs, your hands instinctively going to pull away and cover your face, instead, Natasha brought herself up to sit on the side of your bed, hastily bringing you into her chest and her free hand combing its way through your hair.

She rocked you back and forth, letting you get everything out of your system, no matter how much it hurt to hear.

“Shh, I’ve got you. I’m so sorry, moya lyubov.”

Your sobs soon died down with Nat’s help, sobs turning into faint pants with how tired you were and how much energy it had taken out of you. You looked up at her softly, as she smiled down at you.

“I love you, Natty.” You murmured, the words making the assassin’s heart grow fonder for you, if that was ever possible.

“I love you more.”

“Can you stay with me tonight? I can’t sleep without you.”

“Of course. Anything for you.” She leaned over you, bringing the blankets back up and over you, catching a glimpse of some brown fur among the darkness. She knew exactly what it was. She picked up up with the blankets and handed it to you, happiness overtaking her as she saw your eyes light up at the teddy she won for you.

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you, Detka.” She pressed a kiss to your temple before settling down, holding you tight in her grasp, refusing to let you go for anything or anyone, not that you were complaining, you’d missed this.

Nothing had to be decided tonight, there was no rush for discussion. Sure, there were still things to talk through and work out, but that can wait. All that mattered right now, was that Natasha was there. She was holding you in her arms and you felt every ounce of love and apology she could give you. And that was enough for now.

taglist: @natashas-favourite-knives @wandaromanova @wvnda-maximoff

[vicious-vixxxen]

SugarDaddy!Enji X SugarBaby!Male Reader <3

Not entirely sure where this came from, but couldn’t help myself once it started :3 nothing crazy, and kinda short, so apologies for that, but I hope you guys enjoy it! Prompt fills should be out later this month: In the midst of a move, so slow going getting fills, out, but hopefully soon <3 thanks for the patience, and the continued support. Much love to you guys! Enjoy :3  Sugar Daddy!Enji x Sugar Baby!Male Reader

 (Sort of, kind of, it is but also not entirely the focus)

“What would you do without me, dad,” Fuyumi sighed, though her smile was palpable, even if Enji couldn’t see it- as she’d stepped behind him to lint roll his dinner jacket. Enji adjusting his watch, and catching the time, puffing his chest up a bit as he shooed his daughter back, and glanced at himself in the full length mirror once more, briefly. Enji would lie down and accept the sweet, bitter kiss from the grim reaper, before he ever told his daughter just where he’d found his date from. But, and as hard as it was to so much as admit it, Enji did know when to wave the white flag of defeat, and after three hours of trying to pick his own outfit, he’d shuffled off to her room and mumbled the bare minimum about having a date from an app tonight. Fuyumi had freaked out for all of ten minutes, before growing startlingly serious, and rifling through his closet for articles of clothing Enji had no idea were even there. And now...well, he looked more presentable than he had in ages. Granted, his wardrobe consisted of his hero suit ninety nine percent of the time, but still. Bidding Fuyumi goodbye was a whole other ordeal, but soon enough, Enji found himself- or rather, his driver, pulling up along the curb of the restaurant he’d asked you to. Not even a moment to gather himself, or suck in a few lungful's of crisp evening air, before his eyes landed on you. Your dazzling smile so bright, Enji had to keep himself from squinting, as you hurried over, and without so much as a hello first, threw your arms over the hero’s broad shoulders, and brought him down into a tight, warm hug. Enji squeezed back awkwardly, though your cologne was mouthwatering, and the feel of someone wanting to be in his arms almost made the older man dizzy, as he pulled back, and smoothed out the front of his jacket. Just to busy his hands, as you eyed him up, and your smile grew softer. More intimate. “It’s so nice to meet, finally. In person.” You laughed, gesturing for Enji to follow you to the front door, as there was already a man waiting to escort you back to your table. Well, Enji thought. Here goes nothing. 

“You’re nervous,” you pointed out quietly- gently, reaching across the table to lay one of your hands over Enji’s much larger one: meeting the older man's gaze as he stopped jiggling his leg, and focused his full attention on you. “Observant,” Enji huffed, though not unkindly, as he took a deep breath, and reached up with his free hand to tug at the neck of his sweater. Cheeks flush, both from the heat within himself, and his nerves. You were much more...handsome? Pretty? Drop dead gorgeous?- than your profile pictures had given you credit for, and even then you were one of the most beautiful specimens he’d ever laid his eyes on, so that was really saying something. “I try to be,” you laughed, bringing your other hand around to sip at your champagne, before laying your glass-chilled hand over the other covering Enji’s, to clasp them on either side- just holding his hand, and smiling. Awkwardness creeping back up Enji’s neck as his throat worked around the words he couldn’t quite find. “I could talk, if you’d like? And you can interject whenever you’d like. No pressure to, if you’re not ready. I could probably talk enough for the both of us.” You we’re trying to cut the man some slack, bless his big confused heart. Your online chats hadn’t divulged much, though you did get the gist from Enji. Bad relationship with his children. Not too close to anyone of his own age. He was lonely. And so were you. You were also broke as fuck, but all thoughts of monetary value flew out the window the second you hugged the man when you’d arrived. Seen the restaurant he’d asked you to; and the private balcony dinner he’d arranged. Enji was trying so hard, and it made your heart beat a little too fast. Your smile almost too bright.  “That...would be preferable, thank you,” Enji replied gruffly- though he cleared his throat after like he’d done it by accident. It only made you smile wider “Of course. A very considerate daddy you are,” you teased, referencing the website you met on jokingly- or at least, half jokingly- though the way Enji’s blush deepened had you stuttering around your first few sentences- glancing down suddenly as Enji turned his hand palm upward- holding your hands in return, as you laughed, suddenly, and began speaking smoothly. Squeezing the man’s hands in silent thanks, as he listened intently to you rambling on about your life. Where you went to school, what instrument you played, your favorite movies, and books. He really /listened/, grunting every so often to show you he was- and even interjecting with questions every so often; Enji really wanted to know about you. He wanted to listen. You’d never quite had anyone like that before. Not even close friends who cared enough to really listen to you. Your chest felt tight suddenly as you began touching on your most recent life happenings. Pausing slowly, voice getting quiet as you held Enji’s gaze, you lifted the older man’s hand to press a kiss to his palm. Snickering into it as Enji’s flames burst across his face at the contact. “Ah-Ahem. What uh...what’s that for?” He questioned, voice husky as he turned away slightly. Embarrassed at his flames for the first time since he was a pre-teen. “Just thanks, for listening,” you admitted with a shrug, kissing his palm again, even softer this time. Enji turned then, pure honesty in his gaze as he gathered his courage to speak clearly, “I could listen to you speak...for hours, if I’m being honest. You have..a lovely voice.” “Ah,” You nodded, your cheeks just as flushed as the hero’s as you swirled your champagne in its glass gently. Missing completely the way Enji’s face fell, and he withdrew his hands from atop the table, and back into his lap. The rest of the night went pretty much the same, though you noticed Enji seemed slightly more reserved, and gruff than before. Still just as attentive, still nearly mute, just more...withdrawn. Less open then he’d become as you spoke. It wasn’t until the date had come to an end, and he was escorting you out of the restaurant, and to the car he’d called to take you home, did you realize why. “Here you go.” Enji spoke quietly, yet clearly, crowding you in slightly so the valet couldn’t see the wad of cash he was holding out to you. Crisp bills neatly folded into a money clip, engraved with Enji’s initials. “Oh.” You’d almost forgotten by this point that this was sort of part of it. Or...well, it was the whole point, really. Or had been. “That’s….quite a lot of money,” You thought aloud, frowning at the way Enji’s brows drew down tightly, and he thumped the money into your chest gently. “I apologize for the evening. Please, just take it. It’s triple the amount we originally spoke of. Compensation for the poor company I’ve been.” You froze, staring between Enji’s eyes, that wouldn’t meet your own, and the cash being held out to you, Enji’s grip so tight on it his knuckles were white. /Oh/. So that’s what he thought. Earlier in the evening, your reaction to his sincerity, he’d read into it wrong. ….Sweet old man. “Silly daddy,” You sighed, smiling despite the situation- reaching up to tug out one solitary bill from the stack, before pressing Enji’s fist back into his own chest with one hand- the other snaking up and around the man’s neck, to ease him down to your level gently. “I can’t say I’ve ever had a more wonderful time with anyone before in my whole life. You listened, and saw me. And only me. For hours. I don’t think I can properly describe how absolutely wonderful that was. Truly. Silly,” You laughed again, watching the way Enji’s shoulders hunched, and tensed, a myriad of emotions flitting across his face, before he settled on bewilderment it seemed. The tiniest flames danced across his cheeks as you leaned up on your toes, brushing noses briefly, before capturing Enji’s lips in a soft, chaste kiss. Hand carding up and into the soft hair at the nape of Enji’s neck, scraping your nails through his scalp gently as your lips began to move against one another. Unsure, and hesitant, before that quickly melted away, leaving only the deepest desire, and want. A soft, needy noise leaving your mouth, that Enji swallowed up happily. Panting into your face as he pulled away, breath a wash of champagne, and the chocolate cake you’d both had for dessert. “Tip...for your driver,” You breathed, slightly dazed as you fell back into the car, feet firmly on the ground now- tapping your pocket where you’d slid the bill from the stack he’d held out to you at first. “I...should get going. But if I don’t have a text from you with the details of our next date when I get home, i’ll be one very disappointed boy,” You admitted quietly, cupping Enji’s cheek briefly- thumb sliding across his plump bottom lip, before you opened the back door of the car, and slid in. Wishing Enji a goodnight, before the door was shut, and you were being driven off towards home. Enji checked the time briefly as you pulled away, and once more when he finally was able to get his legs working again- nearly an hour had passed, in which he’d tried and failed multiple times to collect himself. Had that really just happened? The feel of his lips twisting up into a smile felt strange, and foreign for the pro hero. And as he walked home, to allow himself a chance to breathe finally, he began to laugh. Cupping his own face, and touching his lips, an incredulous laugh bubbled from deep within him as he threw his head back and allowed it to overtake him. Smiling in a way he hadn’t in...so, so long. Pulling his phone out, he immediately began texting you, checking your schedule for the next night, before suggesting going to a play. A quiet, private balcony just for the two of you. Close seats. Beautiful music. He could watch your reactions under the bright stage lights. It sounded fantastic. A text from Fuyumi chimed into his phone as he was nearly home, and still smiling like a love struck teenager. So? How was it!?-FT Enji sighed heavily, catching himself in a nearby shop window- looking too happy to be real, and recalling your words from earlier. Wonderful.-ET It was wonderful, Fuyumi.-ET

[drakenology]

Baby, Have My Babies - Ejiro Kirishima

summary: you and your pro hero fiancé take a romantic getaway for valentines day with one thing on his mind; baby making.

author’s note: oh hai! so this baby is for the corruption event @ultimate-astridwriting and @bummie is hosting for valentines day! shout out to them for including me 🥺. check out the other works that participated and as always enjoy!

warnings: smut! (minors no peeking!), breeding kink, use of the word “daddy” in the sack, unprotected sex, soft dom!kiri, prohero!kiri (the big bulky one with the long hair), dirrrrty talk, I cuss a lot and Kiri nuts a lot. all characters are aged up!

The night Kirishima proposed was a beautiful valentine’s night to remember. There you were, at one of the most expensive restaurants anyone could sit at in the middle of Bora Bora (your dream vacation spot), head empty. Just the image of your boyfriend, now fiancé kneeling down on one knee to pop the prettiest question.

“Will you marry me, baby?”, Crimson eyes full of love and adoration for you and only you as you gasp, your breath stolen as you watch him pull out the biggest diamond fucking ring you’d ever seen. Of course you said yes. Why the fuck wouldn’t you?

That same night you arrive at a hotel you were staying at in Bora Bora (the most romantic location to spend your valentines day). Kirishima saw to it that yours and his things would be taken up to the suite he had already reserved and decorated to surprise you.

You open the door swiftly, Kirishima’s chest swelling with pride when he hears your girlish squeal at the sight of the romantic decor (all done by yours truly). Flower pettles littered the carpet leading to the bed where countless gifts and a huge teddy bear rested. The room was covered in candles and roses and love. It smelled sweet like vanilla as a slow piano track played softly in the background. It was like a page out of a romance novel just opened up right in front of you.

Your eyes well up with tears at the wonderful gesture. Kirishima was always a romantic; his love language being gift giving and grand gestures, but he truly out did himself tonight. As you exclaim oo’s and ah’s at all of the suites glory you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.

“You like it, honey?” He asked, leaving a trail of fluttering kisses along your neck as you swoon at his touch.

“I love it. I love you, Kiri.” Gushing as you spin around on your heels to reach up and kiss him. Instinctively, He hoists you into his loving arms; your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands firmly gripping your ass as one falls to push all the teddy bears off the bed he needed you in.

He lays you carefully onto the bed and admired your body from way up there (boy is tall), drinking you in and groaning at the sight of your face looking up at him all flushed and innocent-like. God, he couldn’t wait to ruin you completely and thoroughly.

“I’ve been thinking baby..” Kiri started to say, ripping your poor dress in half with his seemingly handcrafted hands and chuckling at your high pitched squeak. “What if..” after pressing a wet kiss on your midriff, trailing the attention down just above where you wanted him. “..we tried *kiss* for a *kiss* baby..?”

You shudder at his minstrations, biting your lip as you feel him prod his thick fingers over your clothed pussy. You wince at the sound of his groan at the feeling of your wet pussy practically sticking to your panties.

“So whaddya say?” He persisted, cock growing at the burning question. You were already so drunk on him, his mouth leaving open mouthed kisses over your covered heat causing you to slowly lose focus on anything other than the thought of just being railed already.

“M-Mm-hm..” You manage, nodding your head as you feel Kirishima smirk against your panties.

“You gonna let me, baby? Gonna let me fuck that cunt? Hm?” At this point he’s slurping on your pussy as he’s talking to you with that filthy mouth of his. God yes, you wanted to say but he’s devouring so good the only thing you can say is his title.

“D-Daddy! Ughhn fuck.” You cry, nearing your end surprisingly fast as his soft lips wrap around your aching clit.

“C’mon, baby. Cum all over my fucking mouth.” He huffed against you, humming into your pussy as he reattached his lips onto the throbbing bud. You arch your back up off the bed, toes curling and eyes rolled at the back of your head as you do as you were told.

Curses leave your lips as Kirishima continues his assault on your pussy, fucking you through your orgasm and working on a second one as he now has those fingers inside you. You gasp, whimpering as he hooked his fingers just like always to drive you crazy. Works everytime.

“Daddy, p-please. S’too much!” You lament, trying to pry your poor overstimulated pussy away from the hungry beast devouring you.

Kirishima loves when you try to escape him; an ego trip floating in his mind as he watched you writhe and struggle to leave his strong grasp.

“Uh-uh baby, where ya goin’?” He teased, latching his mouth onto your pussy as he fingered you. His lips were replaced by his warm tongue, licking and sucking as he stroked your walls with his fingers. You melt under his touch, worrying that the other guests staying on your floor could hear your desperate cries for more.

“God, give it to me. Fuckin’ give it to me.” Kiri soothed, feeling your hands tangle into his long red tresses as another orgams ripped through your whole body. Your thighs clamp around his head as you shake like a leaf. He paused for a moment to take in your half-ruined body, hungry for the satisfaction completely railing you into a stuttering mess.

Kirishima sits right up and grabs your face to plant a sinful kiss, tongues tasting each other as moans exchange between the two of you.

He pulls away, slick coating his chin as he hoisted himself on top of you. He propped himself up on one arm, the other taking his bulging cock into his hand to tease against your dripping folds.

“So fucking wet, baby.” He panted, “Ready for me? Want my dick inside you? Huh baby?” He cooed, the only thing he can hear is an out of breath and whiny little baby begging for his dick.

Kirishima sat up, pulling you off the bed as he wrapped your legs around him. You mewl at his brut strength, him lifting you with such ease throwing you for a loop. You wrap your arms around his neck as he prodded himself at your soaking wet pussy, sinking your body down onto him as you both moan at the feeling.

“Gonna fill you so fucking good. You like that? You love it when I fuck you like this, dont you?” He rambled, your gummy walls felt so good wrapped around his swollen cock. His hands gripped your ass as he slammed you down onto his dick, the sudden deepness causing your nails to sink into his back.

You shriek everytime your pussy took him in, back arching as the head brushed up against your g-spot. Your legs are shaking again, watching your feet as they dangle at either side of Kirishima’s body. His thrusts are strong, purposeful as he used you like a fuck toy all while standing up.

Your pussy made embarrassing noises, Kirishima commenting as the assault continued more forcefully.

“Shiiit. I love your fucking pussy. So wet. All for me, yeah?” Your response frantic nonsense.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Yes, daddy. G-give me more.” And so he does; his grip on your hips tighten as he slams you down slower and harder repeatedly hitting your g-spot at a new angle as he hunched over with you in his arms.

He started thrusting up into you, his large hand smacking down on your ass as he pounded you into nirvana.

“Mmm, you feel so fucking good, baby. Want me to fill you? You like it when I stuff you, huh?”

There was the familiar feeling coming yet again, stomach flipping and eyes fluttering as you sob into Kirishima’s neck.

“God, yes daddy! Cum inside me please, I-I need it.” You gripe, grabbing hold of one of your breasts as you attempt to grind into his thrusts in time with him.

“You need it, baby? Oh, I’m gonna give it to you. Just cum one more time for me.” He huffed, the feeling of your sopping wet walls clamping down onto him slowly becoming too much.

You pant, your face pulling into that little fucked out face Kirishima loved as you scream his name. Your whole body ignites, curses leaving your mouth as you cream all over his dick.

“Yeahhhh. That’s it baby. ‘M gonna fill you-fuck! I love you.” Kirishima said frantically; rutting into as few times before unloading himself inside you.

You feel his cum fill you up deliciously, the feeling of his dick throbbing inside you as he oozed causing you to whine. You feel him fuck his cum inside you; eager to breed you before pulling you off of his cock with a satisfied groan.

“Fuck sake.” He gasped. You were always such a good fuck. It should be illegal for your pussy to be that good. As he pulled out of your used hole, you felt the thick liquid drip out of you as Kirishima carried you to the master bathroom which was also candlelit.

“Let’s get cleaned up and keep this going. I can’t wait to see you waddling with my baby inside you.” He manifested. You hum into his chest as he cradled you like precious cargo, running the hot water for a bath for two.

“Love you” You slur, lazily dipping a finger into the bath.

“Ditto, babe.”

[whereistheonepiece]

Missing You

Quick summary: Sanji misses Zoro.

Note: I haven’t outright stated it before, but my collection of short Zosan oneshots is connected to my fic “To Run.” This one makes a few references to it.

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Sanji woke up to the feeling of Zoro’s lips on the corner of his mouth. His eyes flitted open and his lips curved upward in a groggy smile as he took in the sight of Zoro, partially hovering over him in bed, smiling down at him. Sanji made an amused sound in the back of his throat, laying a hand on his love’s bicep. 

“Hi,” Sanji said, his voice still thick with sleep. Sanji wound his arms around Zoro’s solid, warm torso, and pulled him down so Zoro lay on top of him. He chuckled softly as they both repositioned themselves to be more comfortable. “Morning breath,” Sanji whispered, putting his palm in Zoro’s face and pushing him back when Zoro leaned in for yet another kiss.

Sanji let out a small, undignified yelp in surprise when Zoro’s tongued darted out of his mouth and pushed between the gaps between Sanji’s fingers, poking out at Sanji in defiance. Zoro’s grin grew as Sanji withdrew his hand from his face.

“Child,” Sanji said accusingly.

“You had to know getting licked was a possibility when you put your hand there,” Zoro, incorrigible as ever, shot back.

“Actually, I thought you might just bite me like the savage you are,” Sanji said, staring up at Zoro with partially closed eyes.

“And that wouldn’t have bothered you?”

“No, because I was expecting it.”

Zoro snorted, rolling his eyes. “Dumbass,” he said, the playfulness in his voice turning the old insult into a term of endearment.

“Barbarian,” Sanji said in return, grinning to himself when Zoro laid his head on his chest.

“You love me,” Zoro said, more to annoy Sanji than to state the obvious.

“You’re so sure of that,” Sanji said, his voice glib, his fingers soft as he ran them along the path of Zoro’s spine all the way to his head, pushing through the soft green hair.

Contentment rumbled from deep within Zoro’s throat as Sanji played with his hair. “Yeah,” he said dreamily. “I am.”

Sanji lifted his head to kiss the top of Zoro’s. If only those who called Zoro the Demon of East Blue could see him now. They’d change their minds quickly if they could see him practically purring like a common house cat at having his hair stroked.

They lay there together, Sanji petting Zoro until his hand grew tired, Zoro lying on Sanji like a living, breathing blanket. Usually Zoro preferred to have Sanji lying on top of him, but Zoro had become somewhat clingier as of late, coming to Sanji for physical affection more frequently than he normally did whenever they had time alone together. 

It had been a bit of an adjustment for both of them when Sanji brought Zoro onto the Baratie. Back when they sailed on Sunny, Zoro could come to Sanji when he was preparing food for the next meal. He would hold onto him like the clingy, affectionate pest that he was. Zoro was less clingy whenever he had Sanji’s full attention, but he’d been receiving less of it lately.

It had been easier to give Zoro his attention back when all Sanji had to worry about was keeping a small crew fed and didn’t have a restaurant and its guests to look after, a staff working under him, or the constant pressure to prove himself worthy as Zeff’s successor. It was even harder to give Zoro his attention when he couldn’t let him hang onto him while he was cooking like he used to. Sanji was sorry that he couldn’t give Zoro that anymore. While he used to tease Zoro for being needy or accuse him of being annoying when Zoro grumbled at him for needing to move around the kitchen while they stood like this, Sanji did enjoy it. It was a nice compromise that kept Zoro happy, and Sanji did enjoy the company and the fact that Zoro wanted to be close to him. But Sanji was a boss now, and it was hard to be taken seriously when he had a grown man hanging off him.

So Zoro found a new way to get Sanji’s attention. He’d observe restaurant activity until there was a lull, and then he’d waltz into the kitchen, grab Sanji by the wrist, and announce, “Break time!”

The other chefs were always overjoyed to see Zoro. Sanji was aware he wasn’t an easy boss, especially if the day was stressful, and Zoro pulling him into the office to kiss him always left him in a better mood. The staff had noticed this, and so they welcomed Zoro in the kitchen, showing their appreciation with booze and a snack whenever he and Sanji came out of the office.

“You’re spoiling him,” Sanji would always chide the chefs, although secretly he was grateful that Zoro and the chefs were on good terms.

But maybe Zoro was growing restless with the way things were on Baratie. Sanji had less days off than he did back when they were part of a pirate crew. There were no more islands to explore, less opportunities for them to have a day all to themselves. So Zoro found more reasons to initiate physical contact with Sanji. He pulled him onto his lap when they sat down together. He grabbed him in his sleep and was always hesitant to let go upon waking. He’d touch him in some small way throughout the day whenever he saw him.

And then came the suggestions. It first started with simply telling Sanji what he should do regarding his work schedule.

“You work too hard, Cook,” Zoro would say. “You should ease up a little.”

“That’s what happens when you run a restaurant, Marimo,” Sanji would retort.

“You should go on vacation,” Zoro said one day, leaning against the wall and staring out the window. His arms were crossed and his stance was relaxed. He spoke as if this had just occurred to him, though Sanji was now starting to suspect it had been on his mind for longer than he’d let on. “Take a break from restaurant life. We can go visit the rest of the crew. Or just go wherever. Doesn’t have to be super far.”

“I don’t have time for a vacation,” Sanji said dismissively. He placed a cigarette between his teeth as he lit up.

“Why not?” Zoro asked, looking at Sanji.

“Who’s gonna run this place with me gone?” Sanji replied.

Zoro blinked. “Zeff. It was his restaurant, originally.”

“Zeff’s worked hard enough for three lifetimes,” Sanji said, waving the idea away with his hand.

“Okay,” Zoro said tensely, sounding as if he was forcing himself to be patient. “Couldn’t your cooks manage without you for a little bit? Some of them’ve been here as long as you.”

Sanji abruptly stopped in the middle of a drag of his cigarette, holding the smoke in his lungs as he tried and failed to imagine those idiots getting on without him. It was why he still hadn’t gotten around to appointing a sous chef.

He cringed, exhaling sharply through his teeth. “No,” he said firmly.

“You’re just making excuses now, Cook,” Zoro said, his brows pulling down in a scowl.

“What do you want from me, Zoro?” Sanji snapped. “I told you I can’t go on vacation! Can we talk about literally anything else? I don’t have much time left on my break and I’d rather spend it doing something else other than getting pestered by you!”

Zoro grew silent, his scowl easing somewhat, but not going away completely. “You know what?” Zoro said, pushing himself off the wall. He walked past Sanji, his boots treading heavily across the floorboards. “Forget it.”

And Sanji had, at least until now. And he thought Zoro had, too, since he hadn’t brought it up again, though he’d kept his distance during the next few days, leaving Sanji to himself until they retired to their bedroom. Sanji hadn’t said anything, preferring to leave it alone, and now, with Zoro lying on top of him, he felt guilt gnawing away at his heart.

-

“Hey,” Sanji said some time later.

Zoro took time to answer, his breath coming out in a short puff against Sanji’s bare skin. “Yeah?” he said groggily.

“Did you fall back asleep?” Sanji asked.

Zoro groaned, rolling off Sanji and onto his back. He stared up at the ceiling. Sanji rolled onto his side and laid his elbow on the pillow, propping himself up and cradling his head in his hand while he awaited Zoro’s response. “I think I did,” Zoro said.

Sanji smiled. He stared at Zoro, struck by a moment of clarity as the realization that this life, going to sleep with Zoro and waking up next to him each morning, was actually his. Zoro looked at him and caught him staring. He smirked. “Enjoying the view, Curly?”

“Maybe,” Sanji drawled. “You are pretty easy on the eyes, Marimo. Bedhead notwithstanding.”

Zoro rolled his eye at Sanji as he held open his arm invitingly. “Well, what are you waiting for?” he asked when Sanji didn’t move closer. “Come here already.”

Sanji obliged, laying his head on the junction between Zoro’s shoulder and his chest. Inhaling slowly, Sanji loosely wrapped his arm along Zoro’s stomach, enjoying the quiet stillness of their bedroom on this day off work. Idly rubbing his leg against Zoro’s, Sanji reflected over his decision to close the restaurant one day a week when Zoro had asked him about it. Not only did the rest of the men enjoy the free time, but it gave Sanji and Zoro peace and quiet all to themselves. It may have upset some of their clientele, and Zeff had given him some grief over it, but if it made Zoro happy, then Sanji would gladly deal with a few complaints.

Zoro had his arm around Sanji, rubbing the pad of his thumb against his shoulder. Several minutes passed before Zoro spoke again, and the hesitance in his voice made Sanji pay close attention. “Cook...”

“Yeah?”

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you.”

“What is it?”

“What would you say if I told you that Luffy wants to take me with him, Usopp, and Nami on a trip?”

Sanji blinked. They’d spent days, even weeks, apart back when they were searching for the One Piece, including those two years the whole crew had spent apart. In theory, Sanji had no reason to hesitate before answering. But it had been a year since he’d taken Zoro onto the Baratie with him, and they hadn’t spent a night apart since. Sanji had become accustomed to starting and ending his days with Zoro by his side. He found the idea of something disrupting his routine to be daunting.

But he did not voice these thoughts. Instead he said, “How long were you thinking?”

“A few weeks,” Zoro responded. Sanji swallowed. “Maybe a month?”

“Why so long?” Sanji asked.

Sanji felt Zoro shrug. “You can ask Luffy that,” he said. “Something about visiting a few islands before heading back.”

“I see,” Sanji said quietly.

“You didn’t tell me what you think,” Zoro said, his thumb coming to a stop.

Sanji closed his eyes, his thoughts turning to how quiet Zoro had become when Sanji had shot down the idea of the two of them going on a trip together. It wouldn’t kill him to allow Zoro to have some fun with their friends. “I think,” he said, “that I’m going to have to prepare your and the others’ favorite meals before you go.”

-

“All right!” Nami said brightly, looking Zoro up and down. “Got everything you need, Zoro? We’re not turning back once we leave.”

“I made sure he does, Nami-san,” Sanji spoke for Zoro, winking at Nami.

Nami smiled at Sanji, nodding at him. “I know you did, Sanji-kun,” she said, demonstrating her faith in him by turning her attention to the map in her hands as she and the others made the final preparations before they boarded Sunny with Zoro.

Watching her go over the map of the islands she and the others intended on visiting, Sanji felt himself longing for the simplicity of the life he’d shared with his crew. He felt his heart filling up with nostalgia for the days when he and his friends could explore strange islands together, days when they could gather around the same table together and share stories and food. They still occasionally saw each other, but when their crew was scattered around the world, it was difficult to get everyone together at the same time.

Taking a drag from his cigarette, Sanji looked at four of the most important people in his life, and he felt the pull of adventure tugging on his heartstrings.

But he could feel the weight of Baratie and its responsibility all around him.

So Sanji exhaled smoke from his lungs and walked up to Zoro, who had Luffy wrapped around his torso. He held his cigarette between two fingers with one hand and he grabbed Zoro’s face with the other. He pulled him in for a long goodbye kiss, Luffy’s voice in his ear as his former captain tried to convince him to come with them.

-

It was quiet as Sanji got ready for bed. It was often quiet when he and Zoro got ready for bed together, as Zoro was not a loquacious person to begin with, and both had long ago learned to share an easy silence with each other, but this was an empty quiet that Sanji was now unused to.

Sanji stared at his reflection in the mirror as he brushed his teeth, his eyes blank and his jaw stiff, his movements mechanical. He looked at the unoccupied space next to him in the mirror, the beginning of a story about an entitled customer waiting to spring forward from his mouth. If Zoro were with him, Sanji would have pulled his toothbrush out of his mouth and, mouth full of foam, started telling him about his encounter with a customer that had insisted on being served a meal that currently wasn’t on the menu. And Zoro would have listened until Sanji popped his brush back into his mouth to finish brushing his teeth. Zoro, in that straight to the point way of his, would have asked him, “So did you kick his ass?”

Air escaped Sanji’s nose in a small burst of amusement at the thought. He pointed his eyes down toward the sink and spat out the toothpaste, wondering if Zoro was keeping up with the nighttime routine they’d established, and therefore brushing his teeth at the same time as Sanji. Rinsing out his mouth, Sanji could feel the weeks without Zoro stretching out before him, opening a chasm between the two of them.

-

Sanji had intended on waiting at least a week before picking up the Transponder Snail to call Zoro. He wanted to give Zoro time to himself with their friends, but also wanted to prove to himself that he wasn’t so needy that he couldn’t last a week without hearing Zoro’s voice. After all, Sanji thought as he chopped carrots for the stew he was working on, he’d gone longer without talking to Zoro. Surely Sanji wasn’t that needy, that clingy. Surely he had enough going on with the restaurant to keep him preoccupied. Maybe Zoro would end up calling him first.

But Sanji felt his restlessness steadily rising within him as the days passed. Work was as hectic and demanding as ever, and one of Sanji’s primary releases—taking a break in his office with Zoro—was gone, leaving Sanji trembling with an undercurrent of frustration and pent up aggression throughout the day. He’d tried channeling it into work, tried dealing with it on his own in his and Zoro’s room, and he tried calming his nerves by chain smoking like there was a secret prize at the end of each cigarette, all to no avail.

It was when he tried picking a fight with Carne and Patty that he finally gave in. 

Sanji, at the end of his patience, goaded the longtime staff members into a fight that they could not possibly win. Carne and Patty, to their credit, fought back as valiantly as they could, but they were no match for Sanji. They knew this. Sanji knew. Zeff, who’d been watching from a corner, knew this. 

Zeff had given Sanji one look and jutted his chin toward his former office, silently insisting that they talk. And suddenly Sanji was ten years old again, following Zeff until he came to his senses and took a few quick strides to catch up to Zeff and then move past him on the way to Sanji’s office.

Behind the closed door, Zeff simply told Sanji, “Get your affairs in order, Eggplant. You have no reason to bark at your men like that when they’ve done nothing wrong.”

Sanji had bristled at Zeff and told him to mind his own business, telling him, “Oh, you’re one to talk about lashing out at people when they don’t deserve it!” Privately he knew Zeff was right. However, instead of telling him so, Sanji engaged Zeff in a screaming match until their argument had petered out into little more than red faces and heavy breathing. Zeff had skulked out of the office, remaining silent for the rest of the day. Sanji had come out a short time later, angrily adjusting his tie, daring any one of the chefs in the kitchen to look his way.

Everyone in the kitchen, save Zeff and Sanji, kept their heads down as they worked on their individual tasks, the air thick with tension and their collective unease.

Sanji, walking stiffly back to his station, heard one chef mutter to another, “I miss Zoro.”

Sanji deflated a little at hearing that. Clenching his teeth, Sanji pointedly kept his eyes down as he worked, thinking, I miss Zoro, too.

He called Zoro later that evening.

-

“Cook?”

Sanji smiled at the sound of Zoro’s tinny voice on the other end of the receiver. He’d never heard a more beautiful sound in his life. “Hi, Marimo,” he said, reclining on their bed. “How’s the ‘adventure’ going?”

“Pretty tame,” Zoro said. “I was just thinking about how much more dangerous East Blue seemed back when we were all starting out. Now it feels downright peaceful.”

Sanji chuckled. Zoro’s assessment of the sea they called home brought back memories of how young they’d been when they’d all started sailing together, back when the odd Sea King was their biggest threat. They really had no clue what they were getting into back then. “How’s Luffy?” he asked.

“He’s having a blast,” Zoro said. “I think all he cares about is getting to sail with his friends again.”

The longing to be out on the open sea with his friends again awakened in Sanji, manifesting itself as a weight in his chest. He imagined himself on Sunny again, preparing lunch for them while Luffy and Usopp fished, Zoro napped in the sun or polished his swords, and Nami read in a lounge chair.

“That’s good,” Sanji said. He lay on his side, grasping the receiver in one hand. He comfortably draped his arm along his middle and drew his knees up slightly, imagining Zoro lying in bed behind him and spooning him, rather than talking to him on a Transponder Snail on another ship. “And you? How are you, Zoro? Not missing me too much, are you?”

“Missing you a regular amount,” Zoro said cheekily. The Snail, on its perch on the bedside table next to Sanji, mimicked the relaxed smile Zoro would wear while enjoying Sanji’s company. The only thing better than seeing the Snail replicate his love’s smile would be to see that smile in person.

“So you do miss me,” Sanji teased.

“Course I do,” Zoro said. “You know I do. Why wouldn’t I?”

“I know,” Sanji said. He imagined Zoro wrapping an arm around him, right under Sanji’s own. “It’s just nice to hear you say it.”

“I miss you, Cook,” Zoro said for Sanji’s benefit, and it made Sanji melt.

“I miss you, too,” Sanji said softly, hoping the Snail had picked up his voice.

“And what about you, Cook?” Zoro said. “You wanna tell me what happened today?”

Sanji frowned as he thought back to the fight he’d started with Patty and Carne, then the argument he’d had with Zeff. He shrugged into the open air, wondering if the Snail on Zoro’s end was currently mimicking his movements. “Nothing to report. Everything’s the same as usual around here. The men miss you.”

Zoro laughed. “You’re not being too hard on them without me around to help you...ah...relieve your stress, are you?”

Sanji grimaced, covering his face in shame. “Nope,” he said, his voice slightly strained. He made himself yawn, pretending he’d suddenly been overtaken by exhaustion. “Well, I’m pretty tired. I’ll talk to you later, Zoro.”

“Oh,” Zoro said. “Okay. G’night, Cook.”

“Night, Marimo,” Sanji said. “Love you.”

Sanji ended the call before Zoro could respond.

-

While Sanji slowly adjusted to spending his nights alone, it was in the quiet, stolen moments that he most missed Zoro. Finding a patch of sunlight, perfect for napping; stepping out for a smoke when the lunch rush had finished, picturing himself reaching his hand out and threading his fingers through Zoro’s; stepping into his office for a moment of solitude and picturing Zoro sitting at the window seat, inviting Sanji to sit with him.

Sanji decided to go for walk along Baratie’s deck before turning in for the night. He looked up at the moon and brought his cigarette to his lips, his mind on his and Zoro’s conversation earlier that night.

“When do you think you’ll be coming home?”

“Well, I think Nami’s had enough. Luffy’s begged her to let us visit one last island, and then we can go home. So as soon as we’re done with the next one, we’ll be heading home.”

Sanji inhaled deeply, trying to do the math in his head to figure out how much longer until he got to see Zoro again. Zoro and the others had been sailing for a couple of weeks now, but Sanji figured the trip back would be slightly faster since they wouldn’t be stopping at each island they came across. He only had to wait for just a little longer until he could have Zoro by his side again.

He stared up at the full moon, chuckling at himself for how ridiculous he was being. A month was nothing in the grand scheme of things, really. A month was speck of sand on the beach in the rest of his natural life. Just when had he become so soft? When he’d invited Zoro into his life, he supposed, and all the compromises and changes that entailed.

He let his gaze drift across the sky, taking in the map of constellations as familiar to him as the skin on the back of his hand. Was this how Zoro had felt? This yearning for more, this desire to spend more time with someone inaccessible to him? Sanji hoped that he didn’t make Zoro feel as lonely as he currently felt, hoped that the time they did spend together was better than total solitude, but a picture of what Zoro must have felt was beginning to form in Sanji’s head.

Sanji frowned, gaze falling until it landed on the sea. Remorse seized hold of his heart as he remembered all the small ways Zoro had sought Sanji’s touch in recent months, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop of quality time with Sanji in the fleeting minutes that they had. Just a little of Sanji’s time, that was all that Zoro asked of him. A week, at least, to visit a nearby village and spend some quality time together. Was that really so much to ask for? Sanji no longer thought so.

He thought of leaving the restaurant alone for a week. He could let Zeff watch over things, just like he had for so many years, but Sanji still didn’t like the idea of asking him to take over for him just so he could run away with Zoro for a short time. Running a restaurant was hard work and Zeff had more than earned his rest. So that either left one of the chefs onboard or looking for someone new. Sanji was hard on the men, but he knew any one of them was skilled enough to work as head chef, so long as they put in the work. It was just a matter of finding a man with the right personality.

Sanji would tell Zoro this when he saw him again. The idea of finally relinquishing some of his many responsibilities and letting someone else help out was strange, but Sanji had already alienated Zoro to the point of running off on a month long adventure with their captain. He didn’t want to end up losing him. He’d already lost Zoro once and he wasn’t going to let that happen again.

-

Sanji jumped on Zoro the moment he stepped foot on Baratie’s deck, tightly wrapping his four limbs around him. One hundred men couldn’t remove Sanji from Zoro if they tried.

Zoro took this in stride, supporting Sanji by the thighs. “Hi, Cook,” he managed to say before Sanji started kissing him.

Luffy hooted somewhere behind Zoro, shouting, “Sanji missed Zoro!”

Aware they had an audience, Sanji pulled back, but he grinned at Zoro, whispering, “Guess you should let me down now.”

Zoro laughed softly, his eye crinkling at the corner in a way that made Sanji’s heart melt into a puddle of mush. “I guess so,” he said, setting Sanji down.

Slipping an arm around Zoro, Sanji called to Luffy, Usopp, and Nami, inviting them onto Baratie for a meal to welcome them all back.

-

Pleasantly exhausted, Sanji relaxed into Zoro’s arms. Content smile etched into his face, Sanji breathed in Zoro’s scent, felt the heat of Zoro’s skin against his cheek. All was right with the world. Zoro lay there in bed with him, happy to share this moment with Sanji.

Sanji laid his hand on Zoro’s abdomen, relishing the solid feel of Zoro’s body beneath his touch. “I missed you,” he whispered.

“Missed you, too, Curly.”

“I don’t think you know how much I missed you, though,” Sanji continued.

“I dunno,” Zoro said, “you just gave me a pretty good idea of how much you missed me.”

Sanji paused before responding, frowning. “I’m serious, you know.”

“Mm?”

“Yeah,” Sanji said. “I...had a lot of time to think while you were gone.”

“That so?”

Sanji nodded against Zoro’s chest. “Yeah, it is. And I think... I think you were right.”

“About what?” Zoro asked.

“It wouldn’t kill me to take a vacation.”

Zoro paused at Sanji’s admission. “Yeah?” he said, his voice soft with uncertainty.

Sanji wrapped his arm around Zoro’s torso, gently squeezing. They hadn’t talked about it in so long, but he remembered that nightmarish time when Zoro was convinced that Sanji didn’t value their relationship. It made his heart ache to think that he could potentially make Zoro feel that way again. “Yeah,” he said.

He continued, “I mean, I still don’t want to dump this all on Zeff. But I really gave it some thought, and it wouldn’t hurt me to have someone who can step up for me when I’m not around. Maybe even make the workload a little easier on me. I don’t know, the idea of it is still so new to me. But I want to make you happy. And if that means I need to find someone who can watch over the restaurant while you and I take a small trip together, then I’ll do it.”

Zoro tightened his hold on Sanji, saying nothing. Sanji returned his embrace with the same fervor, smiling against Zoro’s chest.

“It’s really not too much trouble, is it?” Zoro eventually asked.

“It really isn’t,” Sanji responded. He lifted his head off Zoro’s chest so he could properly look at him. “And I’m sorry for making you think that it was.”

“Come here,” Zoro whispered, having nothing else to say.

And Sanji did, closing the gap between their mouths.

[fific7]

Ticket to Ride - Part 3

Billy Russo x Reader

A/N: Inspired by The Beatles song of the same name. This takes place in my S1 Punisher AU with Arrogant!Billy in attendance, in which he gets a taste of his own medicine.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including unprotected and oral, between consenting adults* in some chapters. Drinking and swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My photo edit)

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𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙

𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕔𝕖, 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕪 𝕞𝕖

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Billy slammed the door of his hotel room closed behind him. He was fuming.

Damn!!! Damn, fuck, damn, fuck, fuck, fuck! He stormed across the room and threw himself onto the bed, hands linking behind his head on the pillows, glaring up at the ceiling. Apart from anything else, his male pride was injured - he was an ex-Marine for fuck’s sake! And he’d been outsmarted by a... a.. civilian!!

Lying there for a while, wondering what the hell he was going to do now. Micro couldn’t track her phone this time, and fuck knows where she was headed. Or... had she gone somewhere else? Or just moved to another location in London?

His gut told him she’d gone somewhere else. Those apartments she’d been staying in were for longer-term lets, not just one or two-night stays. Maybe she was using that as a base of operations like he would’ve done in the military. Yeah, he liked the sound of that. He sat up suddenly, taking his phone out of his pocket and opening Google Maps. He searched for Wood Wharf and when it listed up, he moved the map around with a finger and within a couple of seconds spotted what he’d been looking for - City Airport.

Billy grinned. He was back on her trail, he just knew it.

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Frank jolted awake, and after a few seconds realised that his phone was ringing. He grabbed it, screwing up his bleary eyes as he tried to read the time and who was calling. Shit, it was 1 a.m.! And it was Micro. What the hell?

He accepted the call, hearing Micro’s muffled voice saying, “Frank?” “Yeah, yeah... what’s up, Micro? And you sound like you’re underwater.” There was a slight pause and a swallowing sound, “M’eatin’ a donut. Sorry. Look, Russo’s just texted me again - this time he wants me to search for her on flights outta London City Airport. I said ok... but....” his voice trailed off.

Frank sighed. He hated this, he was stuck slap bang in the middle of all this shit between Billy, Karen and Billy’s girl.

Billy - he could kick his dumb ass for ‘messin’ around’ with Madani. Karen - he really didn’t want to upset his girl. And Billy’s girl - he felt sorry for her that she’d had to put up with Billy’s recent bad behaviour but.... he’d been so relaxed and happy since the two of them got together. So... he’d give his idiot friend a break... but only a small one.

“Yeah OK, Micro, go ahead with what he asked ya to do. Let Russo know once you got an answer for him, then you tell me. And if Karen ever asks, you didn’t call me ‘bout this till a helluva lot later this mornin’. Got it!?”

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Stepping out of the lift onto the landing of the 20th floor, you were met by a view across the harbour and a symphony in red - carpets, walls, doors.

(My Photos - Dec 2014)

The W was even better than you’d imagined, and as you reached your room and opened the door, you loved the view you got all along the beach from the big picture windows.

After you’d unpacked, you dropped a quick text to Karen just letting her know where you were, then left your room to go and have a walk around the local area, called Barceloneta according to your online guide book.

There was a cooling sea breeze, the sun was shining and you turned your face up towards it.

The W Hotel was right at the far end of the beach, and you had a pleasant stroll along it until you reached a busy street called Passeig Joan de Borbó, which ran parallel to the marina known as Port Vell. You passed several restaurants and decided that you’d have an early lunch in one of them, rather than eating at the hotel. You could have dinner or even room service there later on.

Sitting at an outside table, looking at the yachts moored at the marina, watching all the people strolling by on the wide pavement, sipping at a glass of wine.... you gave a happy sigh and relaxed back in your seat.

Billy would never find you here.

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Touching down in Barcelona, Billy watched the airport buildings rushing past as the air brakes were applied and the plane began to slow down. He was impressed with how short a flight it was from London; it was only a few hours since Micro had messaged him with the search results and he was here already.

He made his way through Passport Control and headed for the taxi rank, joining the queue and eventually being waved towards one of the waiting cars by the attendant.

Half an hour later, he was checking into the W. He felt excited, pleased, a thrill of anticipation - he’d caught up with her this time. Now all he had to do was dump his stuff in his room and stake out the lobby until she inevitably showed up.

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You’d walked up the full length of Joan de Borbó until you’d reached a new area of town called El Born. There was a lovely park - it had been built over a citadel from long ago when Barcelona had been occupied by invaders - and it was full of narrow little streets and cute artisan boutiques. Stopping for a coffee next to an old market building - the Mercat del Born - which had been converted into a cultural centre, once again you just enjoyed the sunshine and watching the world go by.

You looked around at the beautiful buildings; how lovely it would be to live in an apartment in one of these like the locals did. Most of the buildings had ‘Juliet balconies’, not especially spacious but enough to be able to step out of your apartment, maybe sit and enjoy the fresh air if you had room for a little chair. Some of the balconies had lush green plants in big ceramic pots on them, and you thought that sitting out there in amongst them would be like having your own little cocoon from the outside world.

You had a leisurely stroll through the neighbourhood, taking an interest in the small stores, tapas bars and old buildings. At the far end of the Passeig del Born you admired the huge Santa Maria del Mar, a church which your guide book told you was a fine example of Catalan Gothic. This opinion you agreed with - it was a beautiful church and you ventured inside to quietly look at its impressive yet simple interior.

You came out and turned onto Carrer Montcada, where the famous Picasso Museum was located. Not that you were going to go and check it out - your guide book had given some ‘best times to queue’ and spending time in a line of tourists was not your idea of fun - but you wanted to see if El Xampanyet, a famous tapas bar, was still open so you could have a glass of cava. Unfortunately it wasn’t, it had closed a couple of hours earlier and wouldn’t reopen for another couple. Sighing, you decided to walk along Montcada which would take you to Carrer Princesa, you could walk down it and cut round past the Mercat del Born again, back to Barceloneta and the W.

You were feeling a little peckish and the thought of some chilled cava and something to eat was really appealing.

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Billy felt his eyes slowly closing. He shook himself awake behind his newspaper, he couldn’t risk falling asleep but what with his disturbed night’s sleep and then his dash to Barcelona was making even him - an ex-Marine who could function on little or no sleep - feel really fatigued.

Sitting in one of the comfy sofas in reception for the past hour or so was not helping, the quiet hum of voices and people entering and leaving by the revolving doors was soothing him into a drowsy state. The newspaper he’d been pretending to read was in Catalan, totally impenetrable to him so he’d had to resort to just looking at the pictures, not the best at keeping his mind active.

He heard the ‘swoosh’ of the revolving door again, looked up and then froze. It was her!! He peeked round the edge of his paper.

She was heading for the lifts, looking in her bag for her keycard as she walked, she needed to swipe it so she could go up to her floor.

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The lift doors opened and you stepped inside, running your keycard over the reader and hitting the button for floor 20. The doors began to close but then suddenly sprang apart again as someone hit the Call button, and you looked up with the usual polite but disengaged smile that people give each other in lifts.

Billy Russo was looking back at you, a small smile on his face as he hit the ‘Close Doors’ button.

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She’d shrank back from him as soon as she’d realised it was him. Billy was incredibly hurt by that. He wasn’t going to harm her!!! He reached a hand out towards her but she moved even further away from him, right into the corner of the lift.

He said her name, then, “Sweetheart.... please! Just hear me out. That’s all I want to do - talk to you.” She glared at him, “Talk!! You want to talk? Ha!! And why would I want to listen to you!?” Billy grabbed her, getting her in a bear hug, kissing her hard and hungrily. He could feel her struggling in his arms but then she began to relax the tiniest little bit, so he just kept on kissing her passionately.

There was a ‘ting’ as the express lift reached its requested floor, and the doors opened onto the landing. There were two elderly ladies standing there and as Billy’s lips broke away from hers, he turned his head to look over his shoulder at them as they stared. “Ladies,” he nodded, firmly taking his girl’s arm in his and pulling her along with him as he got out of the lift.

“That’s not talking!!” she hissed at Billy.

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You were towed along behind Billy until he stopped outside your door. So.... he even knew your room number. Why hadn’t Karen given you the heads-up this time? You were feeling very uneasy. Billy was on a mission, that was clear.

He’d grabbed your keycard while he was kissing you in the lift. Why hadn’t you struggled harder? Because you’d missed him, of course. You didn’t like it, but you couldn’t deny it.

Now he swiped the keycard against the reader on the door, opened it and bundled you inside, closing the door firmly behind him. He let go of your arm and strode into the room past the centre-located bed which faced the huge window and made his way over to it, looking out at the view it gave of the beaches and the city.

(My Photo - Dec 2015)

He sat on the window seat and turned towards you, “Please... let me explain. Have a seat.” Reluctantly you sat at the opposite end of the long seat, but then stood back up again. You needed a drink. Picking up the bottle of gin from the small table by the window, you walked over to the mini fridge and opened it, taking out a small bottle of tonic water before retrieving a glass from the cupboard above it. You walked over to the large unit under the wall-mounted TV and put it all down, then prepared a G&T for yourself and took a large gulp.

“Nothing for me?” asked Billy, with his best puppy-dog eyes and pout. Heaving a sigh, you went back over to the fridge and took out a bottle of Estrella Damm beer for him, popping the top off it for him. Picking up your G&T on the way back to the window seat, you handed him the beer and sat down.

He took a large swig of the beer, and began, “Sweetheart, I....” but you cut him off. “If you dare to say ‘it’s not what you think’, I’ll chop your balls off, Billy.” He winced, and you shot at him, “What’s her name?” Billy shook his head and opened his mouth to speak, but again you beat him to it, “And don’t give me any bullshit. I’m not stupid.”

Billy sighed, taking another drink of his beer, “I know you’re not, sweetheart. But I swear I didn’t cheat on you, it was just about getting information.” “What. Is. Her. Name!?” you ground out. His head went down and he said, “Dinah Madani. She works for Homeland,” but not meeting your eyes. “Okay, Russo. Now we’re getting somewhere. What exactly did you get up to with Mizzz Madani?” “Nothing! I swear!” You stood up abruptly, and Billy - who’d been leaning in towards you - rocked back a bit. “Oh, fuck off Billy!” you yelled, “I can smell the guilt off you!”

You were getting angrier and angrier, “You say you wanna talk and then all you do is lie! Get out! Go on - just get out of my room!”

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Billy opened his mouth to say something placatory but seeing just how furious she looked, he decided that a tactical withdrawal was probably the sensible option.

So instead he drained his beer, stood up and began walking to the door. He stopped and turned halfway across the room, gazing at her, “But I do need to properly explain all this to you, angel. Let’s talk later, okay? Please - just give me a chance.”

She nodded, “OK. Tomorrow morning.” He walked to the door, feeling defeated, and left her room. At least she was gonna give him another shot.

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The door closed behind him, and you breathed a sigh of relief. Truly, you hadn’t been sure how he was going to react when you told him to leave - Billy had a temper on him. You really didn’t think he’d physically hurt you but he always had that air of danger about him. And you’d been so angry yourself, you’d kind of lost yourself in it.

He might be dangerous, but he was a cowardly little shit when it came to telling the truth. You thought back to what he’d said - ‘Nothing, I swear’ - yeah, a likely story! He must think you were so dumb!

Picking up the room service menu, you had a brief look through it then ordered a cheeseburger and a cup of coffee. While waiting for it, you got your laptop out of your bag and opened it up.

Sorry Barcelona, I haven’t seen even half of what I’d intended to and I’d been so looking forward to exploring.

But instead, I’ve got to love you and leave you.

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Billy stepped out of the walk-in shower wearing one of the hotel’s fluffy white dressing robes, and headed to his mini-bar. He needed another beer. And some food. He flicked through all the stuff lying out on the unit, finally finding the room service menu and ordering a steak and a coffee.

He sat on the window seat while he waited, propped up against the wall with his long legs stretched out in front of him. He was feeling guilty, uneasy and really not pleased with himself. Telling her the truth was turning out to be more difficult than he’d thought. He wondered out loud, “Why is that?” but in fact he damn well knew why. The way he’d been carrying on with Madani was wrong. Even if he’d only been intent on getting information, it was just like Frank had said - cheating - and he knew it. Even if, in Billy’s book, there was Cheating Lite and Cheating For Real, and his overstepping had only been into Lite territory. Was it really that bad?

Who was he kidding? Unsurprisingly, his girl didn’t like to share.

So one thing he knew for sure was that when - if - he ever told her the complete truth, his angel was going to be very, very unhappy with him indeed.

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You’d ordered a very early room service breakfast and after you’d eaten it while enjoying the view, your belongings were quickly stowed away and you took the lift down to the lobby. After checking out - and assuring the receptionist there was nothing wrong, you just had to leave earlier than you’d anticipated - you were on your way to the revolving door when your phone vibrated.

Karen: Billy got Micro to track you down again, sorry hon! He knows you’re in Barcelona 😳 he’ll be heading out there.

You: Yeah, he’s already here! Caught up with me yesterday evening. Agreed we’d talk this morning. But I’m in a taxi on the way to the airport 😉

Karen: 😂😂😂

Once outside, one of the guest services guys waved up a taxi from the nearby rank for you, and wished you a pleasant journey. The taxi driver asked you which terminal you were headed to, and then you were on your way.

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Barcelona

(My Photos - Dec 2019)

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