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luveline · 18 days

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hi my lovely!! maybe bombshell!reader and spencer struggling to adjust to daily life after his prison stint? maybe he feels suffocated and an argument ensues?? i feel like it would be difficult to just get back to normal after everything that happened !! love you <33

love you!!! fem!reader

“You’ve always had terrible posture.”

“What?” Spencer asks.

You wrap your arms around him from behind. You’re more gentle than anyone he’s ever met, though you're teasing, whispering in his ear, “You sit forward so far you must get knots.”

He’s immediately tense. You take little notice, your nose in his hair, your hand riding up toward his neck, which you spoil with soft touching. He tries to relax. It's all he wanted only a week ago, to have you holding him, to smell your perfume, the stick of your hand lotion or the traces of mint in your lip oil as you kiss the skin just behind his ear. But now it feels like too much. You’re never too much, not for him, and yet.

“Ready?” you ask, bracing your hands against his chest.

You pull him back until he hears a solid click emanating from the mid of his spine, and you laugh quite nicely in his ear. You’re his showful girl, but you’ve taken care since he came back to be careful. This is the cheekiest you’ve acted. His ears are ringing as your fingertips draw a path down his chest. This is a proper hug. His chest compresses tightly, he can’t draw breath.

“Love you,” you say, kissing his cheek. You show no signs of detaching. “You smell really good. Maybe we can get some Indian takeout tonight and just stay all comfy and stuff…”

He can’t answer. He wishes you’d stop touching him. It’s an unfair wish.

“Does that sound okay?” you ask.

He nods, hoping you’ll get off of him once you know the answer. When you stay, he shifts his shoulder and forces out a tight, “Yeah, that’s good.”

“I love you.”

He loves you so much it hurts to say. “I love you too.”

“You’re not feeling okay?” you ask quietly.

“I’m fine.”

You climb off of him quickly. He knows he’s been too mean, worse when you say, “Okay,” in a tone like you’ve choked on something. “Uh, well, I’ll go find a menu.”

You’re not one for filler words —it’s how he knows he’s thrown you for a loop.

Spencer isn’t trying to be spiteful. He’s constantly overstimulated, he has been for three or months now, weeks and weeks of being in fight mode and now he’s home he doesn’t feel home, you’re here but he’s struggling to just accept that things are fine again. They don’t feel fine.

He knows he’s lucky. He feels sick, is all.

After a phone call he hears from the couch where you place an order for all his favourite mains and sides, you return to the living room of his apartment (of which you practically live in) and sit on the far side of the couch. Not too far to miss, but enough to betray how he’s made you feel.

“Don’t sit so far away,” he says.

“You’re being snippy, Spencer. Which is fine. But I don’t want to fight.”

He holds out his hand. “Don’t sit so far away,” he repeats, preface to an apology.

You shuffle across the couch on your knees. Spencer doesn’t want a hug, but he takes your hand and holds it to his chest where his heartbeat goes a tick too fast. Your frown softens as the bump of his pulse registers.

“Sorry,” he says. “I don’t know what it is.”

“That’s okay.” You’re lying at first, then not, “It’s okay, honey. I know you’re– I know this is still bad. I know I’m not being the most help I could be for you right now.”

“It’s not like that,” he insists.

“Well. Don’t be sorry. But please don’t say you love me if you don’t want to say it, Spence.”

He could bite off his own tongue. “I feel like I can’t speak. I think I need to talk to Dr. Kelly tomorrow. I’m so anxious I feel like I can’t breathe.”

He figures he owes you some honesty, but he’s wishing he kept it to himself when he sees the stricken look that lights your eyes. Your mouth turns to a line.

Spencer grabs for your other hand. “I’m fine,” he says again.

“Oh, sure.” You massage his fingers with your thumb on automatic. “You seem totally fine.” You lean in. “I don’t expect you to be fine, you know that? If you’re moody, that’s okay. You can be mad at me if you want, I think you deserve it. But I’m serious, don’t say you love me if you don’t mean it.”

“I always mean it,” he says honestly.

For a moment, you bite your lip, your eyes on his, and he worries he’s not as forgiven as he wants to be.

“I’ll call Dr. Kelly,” you say finally, pulling your joined hands into your lap. “I want you to feel better, babe. That’s all I want.”

He nods, lifting his chin for a kiss you give immediately. The suffocating feeling abates.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction

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grandline-fics · 7 months

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Green Eyes, Red Lips

DESCRIPTION: When jealousy leads to a confession

WARNINGS: swearing, some suggestive themes(maybe?)

CHARACTERS: Zoro

WORDS: 1,386

A/N: I really liked how this came out so I might do this as a series with other characters. Feel free to request any you’d like to see.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

MASTERLIST

“Shit, Marines!” Usopp hissed with worry. Zoro lazily slid his good eye open to spy the two uniformed men walking down the street. It wouldn’t take long for their presence to be known and that would mean a fight. His hand dropped to rest over the hilts of his swords in preparation but frowned when his crew-mate’s hand griped his shoulder tightly. “We promised Nami! No attention, we’re only here for supplies, not fights.” The sniper reminded him sharply. Zoro clicked his tongue in annoyance and kept his eye on the marines as they stopped to briefly talk to one of the locals. It seemed they were just on a routine patrol, that was good. If they weren’t actively looking for them it gave them more time.

You poked your head out from the doorway and followed Usopp and Zoro’s stares. Your mood soured to see the Marines, you and Nami were hoping to actually enjoy a relaxed shopping day on this island before having to set off. Oh well, at least the others were almost done. A movement caught your eye and you scowled to see Zoro’s fingers twitching against his swords. He was hoping the Marine’s noticed them and from the burning glare he was sending their way it was clear he wanted a fight and damn the promise he’d made when he left the Sunny that afternoon. Roughly you slapped his forearm, knowing it wouldn’t actually hurt him but it was enough to make him turn his attention to you.

“Don’t you even think bout it! You’ve been itching for a fight since we left the last island. If you can’t control yourself go back to the Sunny.” Zoro’s behaviour had been pissing you off lately. Normally you didn’t mind his colder attitude if you knew what was wrong but this time there had been no warning. Up until the night before you left the last island things had been good. It was just exhausting having your mood spoiled by him and it was clear you were the one he was taking it out on.

Zoro glared down at you, his jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed so tightly together you thought a vein was about to burst where they met on his forehead. “Well it’ll be a fight either way once they realise it’s us.” he ground out tightly. “Unless you’ve got a better idea? They’re getting closer.” You rolled your eyes at him and strode back into the store, grabbing a pair of sunglasses and hat from their displays. After telling the owner to add it to your crew’s bill you put them on while ignoring the curious stares you were getting from Nami, Franky, and Luffy as they were lifting the crates of supplies into their arms.

Spotting a mirror you reapplied your lipstick and pulled off your jacket, shoving it into Zoro’s chest as you stormed by him and out into the street. “Make yourself useful and hold this.” You instructed and he was half tempted to just let it fall to the ground. But Zoro couldn’t help but grip it tightly as he watched you with practiced apathy. Despite how guarded he was he couldn’t help but push away from the wall when you looked around yourself as you walked and purposely bumped into the two Marines, even making a point to gasp in surprise, whirling to look at the two men. “Oh I’m so sorry!”

“Please don’t apologise!” the shorter of the two men dismissed with a bright smile while he looked you over with interest. “Are you lost?” Zoro ground his teeth together to hear you laugh shyly and play with the end of a lock of your hair.

“Was it that obvious?” You asked stepping closer to the two Marines and pointed behind them, to make them turn. “I’m trying to get to the Fountain Square. Everyone says it’s beautiful at this time of day but I just keep getting turned around.” You explained looping your arms through theirs. “Could you both show me the way?”

“Oh it happens to everyone! Don’t worry you’re in safe hands with us!” the taller Marine promised as he began to walk with you and his companion in the opposite direction. While they rambled, you glanced over your shoulder and gave a single nod to Luffy before you disappeared into the crowd.

“Looks like they’ve got it covered!” Luffy cheered with a unfazed grin. “Let’s get this back to the Sunny, I’m hungry.”

“Zoro?” Zoro stood where he was, barely registering Nami’s call. Everything told him to follow you and make sure you got away from the Marines safely but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything about it or move. If he did it would only admit the feelings he had for you that he’d been trying to kill with his harsh words and cold attitude. “Zoro come on! Don’t tell me you’re lost already. The ship is this way!” Nami called louder. The swordsman bit back a growl and turned on his heel, catching up with the crew and lifted one of the crates from Usopp’s shaking arms. With every step he took, he let his nails dig into the box.

By the time you returned to the ship everything was restocked and you were ready to set sail. As the Sunny pulled from the docks you climbed the crows nest, knowing you’d find Zoro there with your jacket. Only when you saw it had been thrown carelessly over one of the benches you rolled your eyes and grabbed it, ready to go back to your own quarters. You didn’t want to deal with the first mate when the tension rolling off of his body was a hundred times worse than it had been that morning. “Sad to be leaving your boyfriends?” He sneered at you. Angrily you slammed the hatch closed and turned to glare at him.

“Alright what the fuck is wrong with you?” You’d had enough of this and you weren’t leaving until you got to the bottom of this. “Did I offend you in some way? Rip your favourite bandana or something? What have I done that’s so bad for you to look at me like I’m your enemy?”

“Just forget it.”

“No, Zoro. I won’t forget it but do you know what I will do?” You hissed viciously. “I’ll do us both a favour and leave. Unless I get an answer out of you I’ll leave at the next island we get to and never come back because I’m not dealing with this bullshit anymore.”

Faster than you could blink Zoro was in front of you, hands slamming against the wall on either side of your head. Before you could say anything else his lips were on yours; strong, insistent, and overwhelming. Your head was spinning but you managed to regain enough control to return the kiss, hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders, pulling him closer. Hungrily Zoro’s hands slipped to grip your waist and thread into your hair. He couldn’t tell you how he felt but it all came out through his touch and powerful kiss. Finally you broke free and caught your breath enough to manage out a dazed. “Oh…so you don’t hate me then…”

“Definitely not.” You didn’t think that Zoro’s voice could get any lower and you held back a shudder to meet the burning stare that finally made sense. “Hated those assholes cosying up to you though.”

“Two nobody Marines made you jealous?” you asked with a small laugh. You couldn’t help but find it funny, the Demon Pirate Hunter Roronoa Zoro was capable of jealousy. “They’re far too scrawny to be my type.”

“Not just those runts. That last island-”

“Oh him!” you gasped with a grin, remembering the self proclaimed King that you and the rest of the crew helped save. “I didn’t think anyone heard him propose to me before we left though.”

“He what?!” Zoro growled suddenly making you yelped in surprise as his grip tightened and he pushed you against the wall. His lips claiming yours once more with the intention of wiping that stupid king and any other man from your memory until it was only him on your mind and you were only too eager to let him.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #one piece imagines #one piece fic #one piece fanfiction #one piece scenario #zoro roronoa x you

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jenosbigtoe · 5 months

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mdni. nsfw 18+

pairing: bunny!huang renjun x bunny!reader

warnings: childhood best friends, innocent! reader, hybrid au, loss of virginity, unprotected sex

junnie has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. as only other bunny hybrid on the kindergarten playground, he took you under his wing and took it upon himself to always protect you. how could he not, when you were just the sweetest little thing with precious doe eyes and a cute toothy smile? you’ve been attached at the hip since. he would do anything for you—you were his precious bun after all.

it was only natural for you to see him as your mate. he always took care of you, spoiled you, and treated you like a princess. he made sure you would go to him for anything you needed. and he knew you like the back of his hand.

so it didn’t go unnoticed when you started being… extra needy around him. every day for the past few weeks, you begged him to stay over at your apartment because you didn’t want him to leave you alone for even a second. and when he did, you whined until he fell asleep cuddling you in his arms. you grew even clingier than ever, always hugging his side everywhere you went and pressing your body into his.

it all came to a head when he woke up in the middle of the night and you weren’t wrapped up in his arms—stranger, because you always slept practically on top of him. maybe you just moved around in your sleep and didn’t notice. he felt around the sheets to snuggle you back in his arms but he heard shuffling from the other end of the bed. wait, did he hear some sniffling? he looked over to see you wriggling around underneath the blankets, head completely covered.

“bun, what’s wrong?” his voice was still raspy from sleep. he crawled over to your shifting form underneath the covers.

no response. you stilled. he could hear you trying to stifle your sniffles but he knew something was wrong.

he reached over to gently pull the covers from over your head. fat tears were welled up in your eyes as you tried to quickly wipe them away. he immediately pulled you into his lap and comforted you, smoothing out your hair and shushing your small sobs.

“tell me what’s wrong, bun,” he cooed into your hair, scenting you gently to calm you down. your ears were floppy from sadness.

you took a shaky breath. “s’nothing, junnie. go back to sleep.”

his eyebrows furrowed. “it’s not nothing when my baby is all upset like this.”

you buried your face deeper into his chest. “it’s embarrassing.”

“bun, i promise you have nothing to be embarrassed about around me. tell me what’s wrong so i can help you.”

you were silent for a while before mumbling an incoherent answer.

“can you repeat that for me, princess? i didn’t catch that.”

you sighed. “i said, i’ve been feeling so… frustrated lately and i don’t know why.”

he gave you a sweet kiss behind your floppy ear. “hm? frustrated how?”

you took a second to think. “i’ve been feeling… weird down,” you looked embarrassed before glancing down at your private, “there. and i don’t know what to do about it…”

oh. oh. so his sweet bun was feeling sexually frustrated and she didn’t know how to tell him? how cute.

he peeled you off his chest and moved your body to face him directly. “oh bun. you should’ve told me earlier. i could’ve made you feel so much better way sooner.”

you straightened up. “you can? you know how to help me.”

he smirked. “of course, bun. you trust me, right?”

you nodded enthusiastically, grinning widely and showing your cute bunny smile. “of course, junnie. i trust you with my life.”

he took this as an invitation to carefully lay you on your back and crawl on top of you, caging you down on the mattress. your heart was racing out of your chest and you could feel that familiar heat build in your core.

“i’m gonna make you feel really good, okay bun? you just have to trust me.” he cupped your face and gave you a sweet kiss on the lips.

he slowly started to remove your clothes, never removing his lips from yours. that frustrating feeling was building up in your stomach, spreading down to your toes and up your chest. you whined and lightly grinded up on his body, needing more.

“such a needy little bun, huh? acting so innocent but secretly such a little slut,” he growled into your ear. you mewled in protest but he shut you up with another hot kiss.

he pulled down your panties to reveal your juicy cunt underneath, begging and aching to be filled. he almost groaned at the tempting sight. you tried to close your legs, trying to hide your private area out of instinct but he held your legs open with his thighs. then he pulled down his boxers and revealed his fattening cock, pumping his length up and down to relieve some of the tension. your eyes went wide with a mixture of shock, wonder, and amazement.

“junnie, what are you going-“ you started to say but were quickly shushed with another kiss.

“shhh, bun. let me make you feel good okay? just trust me.”

he rubbed the tip of his hard cock on your dripping slit, gathering the arousal and spreading it down his length. you moaned at the contact, writhing around from the feelings you’ve never experienced before. he was rubbing his length up and down your slit, teasing the tip in your hole before going back to rubbing himself on your dripping cunt. you were going crazy, the heat between your legs becoming too much.

“junnie, please do something, anything please! just stop teasing me.” you whined.

he smirked. “oh is my bun ready for me to fill her needy little cunt?” he dragged his tip in circles around your warm hole.

“yes! yes! yes! please junnie!! need you so bad,” you were close to tears again.

he slowly entered your tight cunt, hissing at the way your smooth walls seemed to suck him right in. your ears were twitching in happiness, the pleasure filling your body with euphoria you had never experienced before. you had never felt so full. you needed more, more, more. you hooked your legs behind his back to push him deeper into your cunt. and when he bottomed out, balls resting against your ass and tip pressed against the entrance of your womb, you could’ve died happily.

#nct dream smut #nct smut #nct dream x reader #nct dream #nct x reader #huang renjun x reader #renjun x reader #renjun smut #huang renjun #renjun

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sl0t4matt · 17 days

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m. guiu bf! head canons (requested)

❀ he‘s crazy about you.

❀ his friends like to tease him about how obsessed he is with you but he doesn’t care. how could he not? in his eyes you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on. outside and inside.

❀ he doesn’t want to spend his time with anyone that isn’t you.

❀ “marc! we’re gonna go out to eat with the team. you know, to celebrate tonight’s win.”

❀ “i’m okay, my girl is waiting for me.” he would say.

❀ you on the other hand like to also go out with your friends, since you never want to be that person, that does nothing with her friends anymore just because she’s dating someone.

❀ marc understands and waits in your bed for you, or calls hector out, since he’s always pissed marc completely neglects him when you’re around him.

❀ he just can’t help it. he’s head over heels for you. you got him charmed.

❀ you always send thirsty edits of him to him on tiktok.

❀ “fuck i look good.” he would say.

❀ but oh, can he be a part of the sassy man apocalypse. hitting you with comebacks you wouldn’t have even thought about. not even just that he would hit you with smart ass remarks. he was good with them. leaving you speechless sometimes.

❀ one thing about marc is he will spoil you. no matter how many times you tell him not to. that you do not need that prada bag on your pinterest board. it seems to be going in one ear and out of the other because he has almost bought you your whole pinterest wishlist.

❀ one of his most expensive gifts would be the catier bracelet that has his name engraved on it. you wear it every day to show everyone off but also feel close to him no matter where he is.

❀ you were so mad at him for buying it at first because of the price and how you don’t need all of that. that he’s enough. but he says he “wanted to” and shushes you.

❀ you’re his passenger princess.

❀ you have all of your lip products in his car. it almost looks like it’s your car.

❀ he always lets you put on your playlist since you think his music taste is shit.

❀ you influenced him though, because now he knows almost every song of your favourite artists and also listens to them while practice.

❀ he gets you your favourite flowers on every date you guys have. you could say it’s his love language to surprise you with flowers. even if the both of you just lay in your bed and watch a movie.

❀ when he’s coming to your house, he not only brings you flowers but also your mom and sweets for your siblings.

❀ another one of his love languages is physical touch. from only holding your waist in room full of people to kissing up your thighs as he goes down on you.

❀ he loves giving you head and tasting you. you think it gives him some sort of ego boost to please you.

❀ he also thinks it’s so hot when you wear his barca jersey while riding him. when you tried it for the first time it was just for fun wanting to try something new. you moaned “visca barca” in his ear, meaning for it to be funny. but he took it seriously and came three seconds after you said it. (😭)

❀ “please ma keep it on!” he would groan.

❀ can be such a whiny bitch sometimes when it comes to waiting to fuck you.

❀ it doesn’t help he would get hard at the most random moments.

❀ you lean into marc, your hand steading yourself on his leg to kiss him. your soft lips meet his for a few seconds then pull on his bottom lip teasingly.

❀ “let’s go in!” you pat his leg, leaning back in the seat as you wait for marc to open the door for you like he always does.

❀ “i-. uhm. can’t.” he coughs. you laugh loudly. “marc!! again?” you shake your head. “you’re pathetic!” you tease him laughing.

❀ you look down at the tent growing in his pants. “you’re not helping!” he groans his head falling back.

❀ “you want me to help you?” you poke his chest, winking. he sighs looking out. people won’t see us due to his black windows anyways.

❀ “fuck yeah. please do.”

❀ like said he loves you wearing his jersey that also speaks for the matches. it gives him strength to win, so you make sure that the barca jersey you’re wearing has the number 38 printed on it.

❀ you’re an emotional mess on his games. one time you’re celebrating that your boyfriends team scored, the other you’re cursing the refs and opponents.

❀ no one wants to face you when marc is scoring a goal. you’re going full crazy. yelling and chanting his name like an embarrassing mom. clapping and jumping like you’re completely mental.

❀ he points up to the bleachers to you, taking every opportunity on dedicating the goal to you. he would blow a kiss and you’d do the same after calming yourself down.

❀ you have a ritual for after the game. when the both of you come back from the game, you would give him a little reward for scoring ;)

❀ though it’s not really a valid one because when he loses, you try releasing his anger with doing the same thing.

❀ he would drag your hair while you give him head due to his anger.

❀ after completely ruining you he would apologise like the soft boyfriend he is.

❀ “sorry if i was too rough, baby.” he would say looking down on you.”

❀ “it’s okay.” you would smile, eyes still glossy.

❀ after, you would lay your head on his chest and force him to stroke your arm until you fall asleep.

#marc guiu #Spotify #barca #fc barcelona #joao felix #lamine yamal #pablo gavi #hector fort #fermin lopez #guiu #la masia

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linos-luna · 2 months

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Hi gorgeous 💞

I hope you're doing well (I was worried af)

If it's not too much to ask but my birthday is on 14th March so can you write a yandere hyunjin x f reader smut where the reader who is already held hostage is given a gift by hyunjin (just surprise me with your writing girl)?

I would seriously appreciate it from my heart ❤️

Wanna see a manipulative, toxic and delusional hyunjin in love with me 😩

Bye 👋

Sorry it’s late! I’ve been so busy! 😭

Happy late birthday 🎊

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Work of Art 🔪

Yandere!Hyunjin x Reader

Warnings: Yandere!, 18+, slight Stockholm Syndrome?, Slapping, Hair pulling, Emotional manipulation

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It’s been two months. Two months since you lost your freedom. Hyunjin was obsessed. He wants you to keep you in his home forever. If he goes out, he handcuffed you to the bed frame. Although lately he hasn’t done that. Probably because now you don’t move. You seemed to have given up on trying.

The days blended together so you didn’t even realize that today was your birthday. You stayed in bed until noon, only waking when some light from the window hit your face. You sat up, only to see Hyunjin standing at the door. Watching.

“Good morning, my love.” He said with a soft smile. “Today is a special day!”

“What….?” You mumbled.

“How could you forget?! It’s your birthday, silly!” He chuckled while going to you and leaning in to kiss you.

You were silent, actually surprised that you forgot your own birthday.

The man stroked your hair as he waited for your kiss although you didn’t budge. This seemed to frustrate him and he pulled your hair so your lips touch his. “Y/n!” He whined.

Reluctantly, you kiss him. He bit your lip and kissed you with lots of passion.

Sure you kissed back but not with as much vigor as him. This only hurts his heart.

“Y/n! I don’t understand…” he whined. “why…? Why won’t you love me like I love you!”

“Hyunjin, you kidnapped me!”

“Because I love you!”

“This isn’t love!!” You interrupted. “This… this is hell!”

“No no no… i-I’m sorry! It shouldn’t be!” Hyunjin frowned and dropped to his knees while holding your hand. “I only wanted to show you love and cherish you. I want to spoil you!”

“Hyunjin—”

“I’m sorry, y/n…” He pouts, giving you sad eyes, “I-i never meant to hurt you…”

“Hyunjin… you—!”

“No no I'm awful!” He interrupted while starting to cry. “I-I just want someone to love… I-I’ve never had someone love and care like you do. You’re so genuine and kind…”

He continued rambling. From his rough upbringing to his desire for love. He’s all alone in this world and it had your heart breaking for him.

“I-I have a gift for you…” he said softly. “Please. I worked so hard on it.”

“O-okay…” you nodded reluctantly.

Joy lit up his face and he quickly left the room. As soon as he left, the tears were gone. It was as if he flipped off the emotion like a light switch. Instead, he smiled to himself.

Hyunjin came back in the bedroom with a canvas. You were a bit confused until he turned it around. It was you. A painted picture of you sleeping. The style made you look angelic.

It was beautiful but also unnerving. When did he paint this? Was he watching you while sleeping? Every minuet detail of your features was there. Every mole and blemish was painted in great detail.

“Wow, Hyunjin… it’s very nice.” You said slowly while studying it. You couldn’t lie, it really was an amazing painting.

“Oh, my love. I’m glad you love it!” He smiled. “I worked so hard to capture your essence! You truly are a work of art!”

You couldn’t help blushing. You’ve never had a compliment like that and it was giving you butterflies in your stomach.

“Thank you, Hyunjin… I-I really do love it…”

“Oh good!” He was excited as he leaned in close. “Please, my love. May I kiss you?”

There was a moment of silence before you nod.

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Dinner was a bit awkward. You sat in silence as he fed you.

“Do you like it?” He said suddenly.

“I do but… Hyunjin I can feed myself.”

“No darling. Don’t worry about that.” He said while putting more meat on the fork.

“No really—…” you grab the fork from him, about to raise it to your mouth before he suddenly slapped it away.

“Hyunjin—!”

Before you could finish, there was a swift slap to your face.

“No! Only I can feed you!” Hyunjin yelled suddenly.

You held your cheek in shock, too stunned to speak.

“Oh I’m so sorry!! My love, I'm sorry!!” He suddenly switched up and got to his knees, dropping the bowl of food to the ground, but he didn’t seem to care.

“No! Don’t cry! Don’t be mad!” He begged while grabbing into each side of your hair and pulling you close. “Please forgive me! I love you!”

“A-agh! Hyunjin!” You whimpered as he tugged harder.

“My darling. My sweet girl, please!”

He pulled harder, making you drop from your seat to the floor.

“J-Jinnie! You’re hurting me!!”

“W-what?!” He paused, still holding onto your hair. “No! No im not!!”

“Jinnie stop!”

“No you stop!” He yelled. “I love you! I’m just trying to love you!!” His voice broke as tears formed and it made you stop dead in your tracks.

“Hyunjin…”

“No! You don’t love me!” He sobbed. “I-I thought I finally found my soulmate… one that will love me as much as I love her!” Hyunjin wiped some tears while looking at you. “I-I’ve never had that kind of love. My M-mother left! A-And father would beat me! I-I only wish you give the love I never received!”

Whether this story was true or not -it’s not-, you wouldn’t be able to tell. But his vulnerability and tears tugged at your heartstrings.

“Hyunjin….”

“No! Just go!” He cried. “Just leave me! Leave me all alone! I’m used to it!” He pulled some keys from his pocket and threw them in front of you.

You were frozen in place. You felt awful. Pure guilt. How could you hurt him like this?? All he wanted was love. You felt like a monster.

Without much thinking, you hugged him tight. “I-I’m sorry, Jinnie.”

Hyunjin leaned into your hug, making himself look as small and vulnerable as possible while continuing to weep.

“It’s okay… it’s okay…” you whispered while rubbing his back.

“C-can I… can I give you a bath?” He asked softly. “I-I wanted to spoil you with a little… at home spa…”

You pulled away and looked at him. Here he was crying and expressing his deepest emotions and traumas, and yet he was still thinking of you. He was still wanting to spoil and shower you with love.

You only nodded and Hyunjin smiles before kissing your forehead and leaving to the restroom, getting some of the soaps and candles ready.

It made you feel guilty. Perhaps you have this all wrong. He really does have a good heart. Perhaps you’ve never experienced real love. Maybe… this is what true love is.

Hyunjin had no more tears. This face had cleared up so fast as soon as he entered the restroom. In fact he had a smile. A satisfied one, like a spoiled child that got his way. It was just too easy.

Hyunjin walked to the bedroom, grabbing a robe for you, stopping by the painting. He took a deep breath while running his fingers along your painted nude body.

He turned back to the restroom, mustering up some tears red cheeks before calling out to you.

"Come on, my love! The bath is ready!'

#kpop #kpop x reader #fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop smut #stray kids #skz x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids x poc reader #stray kids yandere #yandere stray kids #yandere hyunjin x reader #yandere hyunjin #skz hyunjin #hyunjin x poc reader #skz yandere #kpop yandere

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bunnyboyjuice · 6 months

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You tell him you’re too heavy

Synopsis: Nanami being your husband means he has to take care of you no matter what and that means even if you don’t yourself the way he sees you.

CW:Nanami x fem! reader - explicit content: minors DNI pussy eating,clitoral play, creampie ,mating press,fingering, nicknames (Angel,princess,sweetheart),mentions of weight gain

Authors Note: Writing this for my own good because Nanami has been in my thoughts and he’s clouding my mind also this is a Nanami x black reader

It was your date night with Nanami just a normal night as you did your make up adding your favorite lip combo on you were almost ready to go. You hummed softly to yourself walking over to your closet to pick out a dress you remembered that you put on a little weight since Nanami has been spoiling your everytime you both go to the bakery.

You pick out your favorite dress the one that Nanami likes the best. You slip into the dress and look at yourself in the mirror with a pout you look at yourself seeing your stomach poke put a little more than it usual does. You sighed as you tried to suck your stomach in or maybe change into a dress that didn’t show it as much. —KNOCK KNOCK— “Come in!” You mumble out as you turn and see Nanami. Your heart fluttering as you ogled him he always looked great in his suits no matter what.

“Angel we’re gonna be late if you don’t hurrying normally you’re ready by now.” Nanami face had a concerned look on it as he walked a bit closer to you. The heat in your face rising as you could only admire the man standing before you, your eyes only on him the butterflies in you stomach start to flutter, as you sigh. Nanami do you think I’m too heavy. God, your heart pounding in your ears the heart rising up to your face looking away from him to the mirror back to a second. “Do I think you’re what Angel.” “Too…heavy I saw that I gained a bit more weight… and I was nervous that I was becoming too heavy for you.”

Nanami could only let out a slight chuckle what you didn’t know that he was so infatuated with you he didn’t even notice it he could care less. Nanami came behind you kissing your neck as his voice dropped to a husky octave “Mmm but I think you look so good Angel let me show you how good you look to me.” Nanami said running his hand down your back snaking it under your dress to pull it up squeezing a hand against your plump ass. “Fuuck sweetheart look at you..what a pretty girl y/n.” He purrs making that wet spot in your panties grown more by the second.

He picks you up and hoisted you over his shoulder like you weight nothing walking you over to the bed as he chuckles to himself noticing how you still pout. “Not to heavy for me now huh,Angel?” He says with a sly grin plastered on his face as he lays you down on the bed his hand running down you stomach to the hem of your dress pulling it up to reveal your pretty laced panties. “All this is just for me sweetheart mmm.” He hisses pulling those panties off discarding them somewhere on the bed room floor.

“Mmphh…Ahhhh,Kento w-wait—Mmmngh! Nanami playing with your glistening folds his thick digits running small circles over your swollen clit, your sensitive bud being played causing you you to jolt. God,Nanami could always make you were the prettiest girl in the world.

The way his thick digits prods at your leaky entrance stuffing his pointer finger into your chasm sending a shiver up your spine. Another finger squeezing inside you gently scraping at your velvety walls. “Ouuh, oh goood, Kento.” Your eyes screwed shut as you grasp at Nanami’s wrist trying to slow him down. “Hmmm my pretty Angel,” he groaned,laying down kissing your inner thighs gently nibbling at your soft skin before planting a kiss to your southern lips.

Your soft whimpers and moans grow as his tongue licks a stripe up your cunt. His tongue eagerly attacking your clit the wet sounds and squelching of his fingers deep inside your gummy walls, his mouth latching to your pussy eating it like it was his last meal. “I’m gonna—mmmngh!!” Your legs quivering wrapping around Nanami’s head as his tongue is ravaging your clit and his fingers pumping in and out of you. Oh,this was heaven for you, you felt your body tremble a hoarse cry escaped from your pouty lips as you released your essences painting his face and your walls squeeze around his fingers.”Haaah..mmngh Kento,please.”

You look down at him your hooded glossy eyes gazing at him you feel yourself coming down from you high Nanami removed his face from between your thighs, he wipes his chin clean while gazing back down at you. “God you taste so good princess I can never get enough of you.” A deep chuckle escapes his lips while you look up at him undoing his belt watching his pants pool at his feet.

His erection pressing at boxers pre cum leaving a damp patch his finger snaking into his briefs pulling out his dick pumping the aching limb, your eyes trailing his manhood your mind racing with thoughts with your eyes glued to his thick limb. “Mmm it looks like you missed me,Angel?” God his voice was just making you wetter than ever Nanami starts to unbutton his blue button up discarding it as he reveal’s his tanned well built body to you.

He towers over you as he pushes your knees up to touch your chest with you legs now draped over his shoulders. Nanami gently rubs his dick between your folds as he pushes the tip of his dick between your plump pussy. “Angel take a deep breath for me it’s gonna hurt a little.” You follow his directions and take a few deep breaths as you felt him gently thrust into you. You could feel how perfect his fit inside you, your walls eagerly squeezing at his dick as all you could do is gasp and whimper underneath him and with one quick thrust his bottoms out filling you all the way up.

“M’..so full,you’re too big.” “You can do princess you’ve done it before.” He teases as you take all of his length you tremble and squirm underneath him feeling his cock pumping in and out at a slow pace driving you wild while you adjust to his size and length.

“I’m gonna move now.” His thrust beginning to pick up the pace your pussy still a bit sensitive from earlier sending you into a euphoric state as you grip at the sheets beneath you mewling and moaning trying not to come early. Nanami drilling into your gummy walls kissing your insides the thrust keep getting harder and harder as the moans you let out were something pornographic.

Your brain turning into mush as Nanami ruts into your cunt your insides grasping at his cock as he plows into your puffy wet pussy. “Haaah,mmmgh.Oh yes,yes,yeees…” the squelching noises growing louder by the second “Damn you feel so good y/n—Hnngh!” Nanami pressing himself into you his hips stuttering as you contract around him. Oh Lord the way Nanami was pounding into you made your mind go blank as all you could do was whimper and babble. And just like that Nanami came his length twitch filling you with his stick gooey seed as he chuckled looking down at you.

“See sweetheart I can show you better than I can tell you.” He says with ragged breath as he pants a kiss on your forehead.

God I need him so badly.

#jjk #jjk nanami #nanami kento #jjk smut #nanami x black reader #nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen nanami #Kota ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱

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dead-dove-yandere · 2 months

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What if.. Cayce got invited to a sleepover by her darling and, inexplicably, no one else happened to show up?

Would she just leave? If she had to comfort reader because no one else arrived?

~ 💌

I had to go on a bit of a journey (4 hours total) to pick my brother up from university today and I was thinking about this ask almost the entire time because there are so many ways it could go - Cayce’s a bit unpredictable and a lot of her choices depend very much on how she feels at the time, and her mood is also very easily affected by her darling’s actions and feelings. I think if the darling took it in their stride and wasn’t too upset by the fact that no one turned up, then Cayce might just stay a few minutes, pretending to be bored before leaving (while secretly giddy she even got invited in the first place lol). But I think she’d be very torn of her darling was visibly upset. She wants to pretend to not care, but she’d probably feel bad for her darling, since she’s a fairly lonely person too. She might try to comfort her darling but tbh, I don’t think she’d be all that good at it - she’d not know what to say and be too angry at the people that stood her darling up.

I had to write something for this because I liked this idea a lot :]

TW: stalking, obsession, mentions of toxic friendships and murder

Cayce could hardly believe she’d been invited, much less that you personally invited her. She’d waited until the last minute to respond to your message, trying to seem unbothered, but as she strolled up to your door, an hour late, her gut was twisting and knotting itself. She put on an unbothered face, and banged her fist hard on the door, crossing her arms as she waited to be let in. It wasn’t long before you opened the door. You smiled widely upon seeing her, even as she sneered back.

“You came! I thought you were going to be a no-show, but you’re here!” You stepped aside to let her in and she mumbled something under her breath as she entered your house. She looked around at how nice it was, crossing her arms tighter as she scowled.

“Everything is in the living room. My parents let us have the house to ourselves so we can do whatever we want.” You lead her into the living room and she silently raised an eyebrow as she walked in - the coffee table was filled with snacks to eat and movies to watch, but was completely empty of any guests. Cayce spoke for the first time since she arrived.

“Where the fuck is everyone?” You suddenly got sheepish.

“They haven’t arrived yet. But I’m sure they’ll be here soon,” you said, your voice wavering. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get you a drink.” You quickly left, leaving Cayce all alone in the living room. She slumped onto the sofa, slouching rudely, before grabbing a fistful of popcorn from the bowl and shoving it in her mouth. This was lame - she was late and still she’d somehow been the first to turn up. She figured she’d stay a few minutes to take advantage of the snacks, then ditch and go home to enjoy her spoils. She quickly shoved a bag of tortilla chips into her bag seconds before you came back, handing her a glass of her favourite iced tea. She was surprised you knew that as she took a gulp, spying the forced smile you put on as you took a sip of your own drink.

“I was an hour late,” Cayce said.

“Oh, don’t worry about it! It’s fine. You’re here now,” you say chirpily, mistaking what she said for an apology. She huffed.

“I was an hour late, so how come I’m the only one here?” She said, annoyed. You wrung your hands.

“Everyone else… well, everyone else had to cancel,” you admit, not bearing to look her in the eye as your own began to well with tears. Cayce winced as she watched you struggle to keep them back.

“I’m not surprised,” she scoffed, only to jump in surprise as you let out a choked sob. Cayce grimaced uneasily, watching as you desperately tried to wipe away the tears with your sleeve, only to cry more.

“They do this every time,” you mumble in between choked breaths. “If they want to do something I have to drop everything to go off with them, but whenever I try and organise something everyone ditches me. And when I try to ask why they just say that I’m being stupid and overreacting.” Cayce froze as she listened and watched, not sure what to do or say. Her heart panged as she saw you all worked up, and she realised it was the first time she’d seen you cry without her being the reason why.

She didn’t like it.

“Sit down,” she said, pulling you to the sofa to sit next to her as you kept sobbing. “Who gives a shit about friends anyway? Mine ditch me all the time.” She picked up one of the DVDs on the coffee table. “We’ll watch one or two of your shitty films, eat the snacks and then we’ll go to sleep or whatever, yeah?” You nodded in agreement as you wiped away your tears again and she went over to the tv, setting up the DVD player before going and sitting next to you again. The movie began and suddenly you leant against her shoulder, making her tense up.

“I’m glad you came. You’re the only one that’s honest about hating me.” You tell her. She doesn’t say anything, her face twisting with guilt, but slowly puts an arm around your shoulders to comfort you. As she watches the movie start, she grits her teeth, quietly seething with anger, and as she thinks about what your so called friends did, she suddenly knew for certain what she’d suspected for a while.

She was willing to kill for you.

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wandanatskitten · 3 months

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Valentine’s Grinch

I actually don’t care for Valentine’s Day funny enough. But I think I more so don’t like traditional valentines. I don’t like most traditional American things cuz my brain is different idk. Anyway here is my double sided brains opinion on valentines put into a story I guess. Please enjoy and if you like Valentine’s Day then happy 14th to you!!! 💋🫶💋🫶💋🫶💋🫶 Minors DNI 18+

No warnings just more fluff with a sprinkle of spice with gorgeous Wanda Maximoff

2.8k words Enjoy!

February 7th

“What are you watching?”

I plopped down next to my girlfriend on the free spot of the couch. The other seats being taken by Natasha, Yelena, Steve and Peter.

“The Proposal.” Was the answer given causing me to get up and attempt to leave, but being stopped by a hand around my wrist before Wanda’s voice sounded. “Where you going?”

“I don’t know. To watch a different movie.”

“But you love this movie.” She counters.

“Not around Valentine’s Day.” I hear a voice ring out. Precisely the one of my best friend. I quickly give Yelena a cold glance that tells her to shut up.

“What does she mean? What do you mean?” She directs toward me then Yelena and me again. “You don’t like Valentine’s Day?”

“I mean it’s alright.” I shrug trying to avoid the topic.

If there’s one thing about Wanda, it’s her love for almost all holidays. Even the past few years since she’s been recruited she’d make cards and specialized goodie bags for the whole tower. She didn’t have a specific valentine so she gave the title to every Avenger. Her love for love is one of the reasons I fell for her.

And now Yelena is spoiling it by telling my girlfriend - who loves February 14th - that I despise the day.

“How do you not like Valentine’s Day?” She wonders.

“I don’t NOT like it, it’s just not my favorite.” I shrug.

“Oh please. You’re basically the Grinch of Valentine.”

“Yelena.” I grit out.

She puts her hands up in surrender but continues to push the subject. “What, I’m just saying how do you hate the day when you have a reason to celebrate.”

“Because I don’t think couples should need a reason to celebrate. If you love someone, show it, love them everyday. Valentine’s Day feels materialistic and is an excuse for high schoolers to practice their prom-posals” I explain myself.

“Hey!” Peter shouts offended.

“How did I not know this about you?” Wanda cuts in. And just as Yelena felt the need to before, she answers for me again. “Because she knows you love romantic stuff so she was hiding the part of her heart that’s three sizes too small.”

“Are you going to keep making Grinch jokes?” I rolled my eyes annoyed with her antics.

“Do you prefer Cupid ones?”

“You know what-“

“Ok! Calm down.” I’m sat in Wanda’s lap with her arms around me. Stopping me from jumping on my best friend. The laughter that sounds out was mocking enough as my glare burned with a playful hatred while I settled into the warm embrace of my girlfriend.

“Am I the only one who didn’t know you didn’t like Valentine’s Day?”

“Yeah.” Everyone else who was watching between the conversation and movie sounded in at the same time. Answering Wanda’s question in a heartbeat.

I felt her arms tighten around me, but I didn’t know what was going through her head at this news.

February 10th

“I figured it out!”

Wanda came running into our room, startling me in the process. Her shouting followed by a jump onto the bed before she climbed on top of me, straddling my thighs.

“I figured it out.”

“Figured what out?”

“Why you don’t like Valentine’s Day.” She said as if it was obvious.

“I already told you why I don’t like it.”

She shakes her head. “No no, that was the surface reason. I know the real reason.”

“Please enlighten me.” I gave my full attention and put my hands on her thighs, desiring to hear what she had to say.

“You haven’t had me as your Valentine.”

I stayed silent with a raised brow urging her to continue.

“I talked to Yelena-“

“Oh god.”

“Hear me out. I talked to Yelena and she told me about your past relationships. The bears, the chocolate, the balloons. They had no thought behind them. No love. So I’ve come to the conclusion that you haven’t been loved right.” She brings her cool hands to my face and holds me gently in her palms. Leaning forward and whispering to effortlessly create a more intimate atmosphere. “But not to worry, now you have me. I’m going to show you how Valentine’s Day is suppose to be. I’m going to show you how you’re supposed to be loved.”

It was the softness of her voice that carried its way to my ears. Or the way her thumbs rubbed a sense of comfort into my cheeks. Maybe, just maybe it was the firmness of her kiss that solidified my belief in the witch herself. But if I had to choose one thing it was the sureness in her eyes before she leaned in. It wasn’t just a look of love and determination to prove me wrong. It was a slight smirk that was barely noticeable that said she knew she had me even if I tried to resist.

And she wasn’t wrong. I didn’t know it yet as I kissed her with a desperate need to feel her closer. Pulling her from my thighs to my hips, hugging her small frame with the same intensity she held me around my neck.

It didn’t matter how long I could go without oxygen because once her lips meld with mine it was clear the only thing that was even keeping me breathing before this point was Wanda’s desire to want me how I wanted her.

February 14th

9:30am

An alarm sounded in the room causing me to stir. I wasn’t prepared to get up so I had no clue why a brutal sound would break my prefect sleep. The sheets moved to let in a cold draft which caused me to cuddle into myself more, knowing Wanda got out of bed.

I checked the time to see that it’s later than we usually get out of bed but still choosing to stay. Before closing my eyes, I heard the shower turn on. Soon followed by the feel of the bed dipping as a warm body leans over and cuddles further into me from behind. The calming presence of my girlfriend sure to lull me back to sleep.

That is, till I feel her lips press to my shoulder. Then another and another and another. She moves from behind me and pushes me to shift onto my back. Continuing whatever desire she has to kiss anywhere from my neck to my chest. Her finger drawing slow mindless shapes along my sides. The sensation waking me up enough to lazily wrap my arms around her shoulders.

“Are you going to open those pretty eyes for me?” Her soft voice and the warmth of her breath against my neck slowly bringing my senses alive.

Feeling her remove herself from the crook of my neck I do as she requests and meet the tenderness of her emeralds glowing in the bit of light that peeks through the curtains. A smile immediately finds its way to my face at the look of her messy locks. Somehow they compliment her features as the brunette hair falls to one side of her shoulders. The more of her morning features I notice the more I feel the need to tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her closer for a loving kiss.

9:57am

The air was thick, perhaps from the steam of the shower. The heat of the water coating the glass into a translucent state.

From the outside the pattering of the water is sounded through the room hitting two bodies. The sight of condensation falling down the glass at the bottom of a fading hand print. The feeling of humidity, threatening the summer heat itself.

But just beyond the veil of a this morning shower was yours and Wanda’s form of innocence. The sounds of soft shuttering breaths and whispered I love you’s. The sight of lips painting a memory, telling foreign bodies that yours belongs to someone. The feeling of hands committing to hold each other close. Remembering every inch of skin.

Fingers never dipped lower than they needed to but it didn’t feel teasing. There was no rush for more, no rush to move on, no rush to leave each other’s embrace. It built a tension of wanting more but it was innocenct, it was loving, it was sensual, and that’s all you two wanted it to be right now.

11:17am

The music blast through the kitchen tower as you and Wanda obnoxiously sang the lyrics to your favorite song.

The sight of her hips swaying while she scrambled eggs on the stove catching your eye. A smirk played on your lips when you go to hold her so you can sway together. Her body leaning into you as she cut off the fire and plated the last of the food you made together.

Eating in silence with the only sounds coming from the lowered music, and silverware clanking against plates. Although no words were spoken constant glances were shared and even the cliché of feeding the other. Your smile impossible to hide while Wanda watches your lips gracefully take a bite of her food.

6:35pm

The day consisted of laughter from constant jokes and nostalgic memories of years gone by with the team.

We dressed in “disguise” as we walked around the park hand and hand. Sometimes taking moments on a bench or under a tree to people watch and dream about our future together. It was peaceful as the sun shied away from the day.

“Cmon.” Wanda pulls me up to my feet, pulling me along through the day once again. Guiding me to the truck we’ve been using for the day.

“Where to this time my love.” I opened the driver door for her.

“Get in and find out.” She quickly gave me a kiss before opening the passenger door from the inside.

Dates like these weren’t rare. I was proud to sport a healthy relationship with Wanda. Over the course of 8 months I’ve learned a lot about her love language.

Acts of service. Quality time. Words of affirmation. She didn’t shy from any of them really.

But of course physical touch was never one to fade. I couldn’t help my mind wandering as her hand rests itself upon my thigh taking a comforting yet strong hold on the muscle as she drove up a hill.

After parking she got out and opened the door for me, her hand never leaving mine. When walking to the back I see a quick flash of red causing the cover on the bed of the truck to disappear. There hidden all day were too many blankets to count and pillows to support the feel of a bed.

“Wanda.” The only thing I could say after being speechless.

“Wait this isn’t the whole surprise.”

She lifts me onto the back and floats in next to me. We get comfortable in each others embrace. Her arms wrapped around me while I lay on her chest looking at the darkening sky. Her magic flashes again and covers the entire truck in a dome-like structure.

A soundtrack began to play till I heard my own voice before seeing a video of me projected above us. Soon Wanda appeared.

“Is this…the first time we met?” I asked stunned.

“It is.”

As the video continued more and more memories projected in the sky. From the times we’d stay up and talk till the sun rose. To her teaching me how to cook. To the times where her tears soaked my shirt while my arms held her closer than I’ve held anyone before. To our first kiss. And ending on our first argument which happened to also be the first time we confessed our feelings.

“What are you so afraid of Y/n!” Wanda’s voice strained as you threatened to leave the room.

“Time!” You rushed back in front of her. “I’m afraid there isn’t enough time to love you the way you deserve. I’m afraid there’s not enough time to learn your heart, your mind, your body, your soul. Everything that makes me fall in love with you more and more by the second.” The words were heavy in the air.

After trying to distance yourself from Wanda for weeks. Scared to lose more people you loved. That certain time as an Avenger was hard for you. Dealing with the blame of innocents dying and shaming yourself for not being able to save names you hold close to heart.

“You love me?”

“I’m afraid I can’t stop loving you, Wanda.” I cup her face in my hands gently.

“Then don’t.” A single tear falls down her face. “I love you too.” It was an intimate whisper but the sound shattered my heart and rebuilt it in her image.

The knot in my throat tightened as tears fell to the side. I propped myself up on my elbow to look down at her, seeing she was already admiring me.

“How did you did that?” My voice cracked with the question.

“Not how detka, why?” Before I could ask she answered, paired with the swipe of her thumb to clear my tears. “Because I wanted to show you how easy it is for me to love you. How you’re my strength and my weakness. And having you reciprocate the love I feel is the best gift and every reason to celebrate being with you.”

I could try to express how I feel in words but it wouldn’t be enough. So I stay quiet and kiss her with all the passion I have. I kiss her with all the love I hold. I kiss her with all the fear that has faded since then, with all the hopelessness of opening my eyes and reality being anything other than experiencing Wanda.

11:52pm

Her lips never left mine and when I couldn’t kiss her back she’d immediately whisper sweet nothings into my ear.

“I love you.”

“You were made for me.”

“I’m right here, detka, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re so perfect.”

Her words only increased my need for her. Her be surrounded by everything that was Wanda. Her scent, her feel, just her. And she provided that with slow strokes of the length between her legs. My own legs wrapping around her hips holding her close. Her rhythm never faulted. Just like our shower there was no rush. Feeling every inch of her that sunk me further into divinity.

My hands clawing her back. Shuttering moans that paired with quick gasps. My hips meeting hers in the deep and slow grind she set herself in. Our heads pressed together while our breaths mixed. One hand holding mine and the other caressing me causing a mixture of fire and ice to cleanse my skin. Not knowing if it’s too much or not enough.

But it becomes clear that what she gives me is everything I need. In this moment and all the ones before. She’s everything I need and she knows that. Every time her hips meet mine an uncontrollable shake quakes its way from my spine to my legs. Her silky rasp guiding me to the edge.

“Right there, baby? Yeah?”

“Don’t force it, cum when you’re ready.”

“Look at me. Stay with me.”

“Just like that, breathe for me.”

“You’re doing so good for me.”

Safely. In her arms the top of the cliff leaves from under me. I couldn’t tell if I was falling or flying. I only knew I didn’t want to let go of her. The suddenness having my breath caught in my lungs and my body to stiffen. The divinity I was feeling before now a bubble of bliss and perfection.

Somewhere in the high I finally came down. Feeling a protective hold with my eyes closed. And when she brought me back to Earth I was able to open them only to drown in a love as deep as hers.

It took a moment to regain any thought but when I did I understood one thing.

She didn’t ask. She didn’t ask for me to be her valentine. Because it made sense she didn’t have to. I’m already hers.

She didn’t buy me anything. Because that wasn’t what would prove her love. It was in the way she held me at the end of the night.

Valentine’s Day wasn’t about having an excuse to show someone you care. It was about seizing the opportunity to remind that special someone you love them. To not only love them in the way you know how but to show that you know how to love them in the way that they need.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”

#wanda maximoff #mommy wanda #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda x you #natasha romanoff #valentines day

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professional-demon-master · 10 months

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Cutting you off pt. 5

Asmodeus

Light Angst/comfort good ending!

Asmo x MC! GN pronouns.

* Right off the bat you learned how emotionally open asmodeus was.

* Not only when it came to show lust related feelings. He was so open all the time, and you kinda guessed that plays a big part when it came to him being extremely liked everywhere.

* It didn’t matter where you were, Asmo was the center of attention, he had everybody at his feet and trying to get his attention.

* Which was kinda uncomfortable to you when you two were out trying to spend some quality time together.

* Like right now, you both were out in the fall, dancing and drinking, just the two of you.

* … the two of you and the demons that kept stealing Asmo's attention by the minute.

* First it was the one who came with two shots (for him and Asmo) and entangled Asmo's arm with his so they could drink it together. Then the demon who stole his attention with some idle chatting right in the middle of your own conversation, and don’t even get him started in the ones who kept asking him to dance.

“Asmo!” You touched his shoulder and he looked at you, interrupting the demon that was whispering by his ear. “Darling! I was looking for you!”

“Really? Cause I was waiting for you by the bathroom, where you said you’ll be!” You almost yelled due to the volume inside the club. “Sorry dear! I got a little bit distracted in the way” he chuckled, turned to the other demon and said something to him before returning to you. “Let’s go get another drink! You took so long I finished my cocktail!” You suppressed the need of telling him it wasn’t your fault, he wouldn’t even listen anyway and you didn’t wanted to spoil the night before it even began.

* The night kept on going and you really tried to not feel bad everytime Asmo left you to go hang out with literally anybody else.

* Your last straw happened at the dance floor. You were both dancing together, and then another demon got behind Asmo to dance with him, then another one appeared at his side.

* After another one completely blocked you from his view and Asmo didn’t even noticed, you slowly made your way to an empty table.

* You kept looking at him tho, hoping to see him looking at you, but it didn’t happened.

“What’s wrong love? You were there one moment and the next one I couldn’t find you!” Asmo grabbed your arm in a friendly manner while he got a little too close to you. “30 minutes ago” “what?” I left the dance floor 30 minutes ago and you just noticed” you crossed your arms looking at him.

Asmo rolled his eyes at you, looking annoyed. This happened everytime he drank enough, or when he was too drunk in self love, luckily for you both were happening tonight! He tended to be a little bit more irritable and acted without thinking.

He took a sip of a drink the demon by his side offered him. He smiled at you drastically changing his demeanor “Stop crying! Are you coming back to dance or what?”

“No, Asmo. I wanna leave” you admired a little bit nervous and irritated with the whole situation. “What? No! Why would we do that? Just come back with us, it’s still early!” He grabbed your hand trying to make you stand up. “It’s 3 am and I’m tired, please, let’s just come back.”

“Ugh, why are acting like such a baby? You just wanna ruin my fun!” He frowned a little bit mad, talking a little bit louder this time. “Me? You ruined my fun! You haven’t even looked at me since we got here.” “Oh, so that’s the problem! You’re just jealous! You want to be by my side always and it’s tiring!” You gulped, a little bit hurt, trying to excuse him. Asmo is always a little bit emotional and flirty, but with a couple of drinks in him he tended to let his sin override his better judgement. “Asmo, it’s time to go back…” “No! I’m sick of it! I’m Asmo! Avatar or lust! jewel of the heavens! I could have fun with everyone I could ever want but you keep trying to be by my side always, spoiling my fun!” This time a couple of demons started looking your way; Asmo got closer to your face and almost fell trying to take a step back, “You’re not good enough to be with me all of the time, get over it.” He spoke with a lower voice, his nose almost touching yours and his index finger poking near your clavicle. He pulled back, now letting you watch his face as he grabbed the other demons hand and a drink that another person offered him. “I’ll go home when I feel like it” he spoke loudly, but not quite yelling. You felt ashamed, demons were now returning to their own conversations but that didn’t stopped a few of them from looking at you mockingly, another couple of them with pity.

You almost ran out of the club, trying to get home before you started ugly crying in the street.

* By the next morning you woke up with puffy eyes and a sore throat.

* You did your best to make your eyes look normal before getting breakfast.

* When you arrived there you were thankful to notice Asmo wasn’t there. It wasn’t abnormal, almost every time he went out, he would wake up later than usual.

“We didn’t expected you here this early” Lucifer’s voice made you snap out of your own thoughts. When you looked confused he explained, “You went out with Asmo last night, didn’t you? You must have returned pretty late.”

“Oh” your stomach hurt, of course you weren’t going to tell him about Asmo's actions from last night and how you ended up coming back on your own way earlier than he did. “I just… came back earlier, he ran into some friends and I was too tired to keep partying”. When the whole table looked convinced at your story, you silently exhaled and went back to looking at your plate, trying to concentrate in what the brothers were talking about instead of what was going on in your head.

* Your efforts to avoid Asmo during the weekend worked. Whenever you were at HoL you tried to stay in hidden in whatever room the brothers were at, and when it was time to eat you’ll convince Beel to go out.

* It wasn’t just your work either. Asmo had also restrained himself from spending time with you.

* He didn’t actually remember all of the fight from the day prior - not as intense as it actually was anyways - but it was pretty common for you to be mad the day after a big party.

* Whatever reason it was, he always knew you would probably be mad at him after partying and kinda ignored you the day after that, but never actually apologized

* The firsts times this happened, you didn’t think much of it. He was drunk so he probably didn’t remembered, and you were also drinking so maaaaybe you overreacted, right?

* Of course as time passed, you started getting this feeling that left a bitter taste in your mouth. Why didn’t he talked to you? Why didn’t he apologized? Didn’t he wanted to knew what he did to make you upset?

* So when this whole situation happened at The Fall, it was your breaking point.

* Not talking to you? Fine! See what I care. This time you weren’t gonna come back like nothing had happened, he embarrassed you! And in front of a really good amount of demons, nonetheless!

* So when Monday rolled around and you didn’t answered Asmo's singsongy ‘good morning’, he found it weird.

* And it wasn’t just that. The whole breakfast you would talk to his brothers pretty normally, but whenever he started talking too, you would go completely silent. His brothers didn’t seem to notice it but he did! And it was making him upset.

* You didn’t sit with him in the class you both shared today, nor did you pass notes during the lesson.

* And don’t even get him started on the way you also ignored him during diner.

* He was so mad he had the fight himself to avoid frowning all day long. A little misunderstanding like this wasn’t going to give him a wrinkle

* The next day he was hopeful you would have time to talk it out, you both use to walk together on Tuesdays since you two had an early class together.

* But when you left as soon as he was joining breakfast with the excuse that Solomon and you were going to meet up to study before class started, all his hopes deflated and he started to felt a disgusting feeling growing in his stomach.

* He wasn’t going to give up that easily, oh no. He actually got to class early and made sure that everybody was sitting anywhere but beside him, so you two would have to sit together.

* And so you did. He had a relaxed smile while he watched you writing notes as the lesson began.

* “Hey Mc ~ want to meet up in my room before dinner so we can do homework together? We can also try this new face mask that I bought. It’s supposed to be amaziiing” he whispered, or tried at least, while leaning in to you. “No, thank you. Satan is helping me with homework today.” You answer was so harsh he felt shocked for a second. “O-Oh, that’s okay darling” he tried to sound as okay as he could, since when did you declined an offer to be with him?

* He tried talking to you again after the lesson ended but you practically ran out of class. He did his best to catch you and your last class of the day, waiting patiently next to your locker.

* You were too concentrated in your DDD to actually look at him before you arrived, leaving you unable to escape him this time.

* “Hello Mc~, I was looking for you all day!” You looked at him briefly before returning your eyes to your locker, opening it and changing some of the books you were holding. Asmo took your silence as a sign to continue, “Wanna walk home together? I saw this cute ice cream stand on the way here, we could go there and take some photos together for my feed too!” You closed your locker, finally looking at him, “No, I’m okay” Asmo frowned, “what do you mean you’re okay?” “I just don’t want to” you tried to leave the conversation there, but Asmo grabbed your wrist before you could escape. “Why… have you been avoiding me?” It was your time to frown, having to fight to keep your mouth closed instead of letting it hang open due to the surprise. Really? “Are you serious, Asmo? You don’t remember how shitty you were with me?” “Ugh, is this about the Saturday thing? Seriously?” “Yes seriously! You embarrassed me and you were extremely rude to me. It was completely uncalled for!” Asmo rolled his eyes “ugh, okay. I didn’t knew it meant so much to you. Im sorry, okay?” He exhaled “Now can we move forward?” You kept your lips in a thin line, feeling anger and sadness mix in your chests making you feel like you were about to slap him and cry in any second. “No. I’m done with this endless loop of you being mean to me whenever you want and me just letting it slide without even getting an apology. Forget it.” You jerked your wrist out from his hand. “I don’t want to be around you, Asmo. You hurt me and you don’t even seem to notice or care” you spoke calmer this time looking at him. His expression was hard to read, was he annoyed? Or just indifferent? “Goodbye, I’ll walk myself home” you practically ran down the stairs while Asmo stood in place. Hurt them? He knew he was a little bit more blunt than usual when he had a some cocktails on him but still, he didn’t said anything that bad, did he? It was probably just that you were touchy and emotional whenever you had alcohol in. It had to be that.

* “Ugh, whatever” he muttered while trying to avoid his shocked expression show. He didn’t needed this, he could get any friend he wanted. If MC wanted to act like a child, so be it.

* Asmo was doing good. Great, actually.

* He used to spend so much time with MC he almost forgot how many people wanted to be with him!

* He had a different companion every lunch, a group of demons following him around when he went out shopping and don’t even get him started about the invitations to go out he had almost every night.

* Wanted to do his skincare routine with someone? No problem, a demon is arriving before he could even begin to ask him. Asmo wanted to have a shopping spree and needed someone to ask for opinion? The demon that was in his history class was there.

* He didn’t even thought about your fight for days!

* Until he saw you eating near the fountain with the twins and Mammon.

* He was on his way to meet another group of demons who asked him to eat together that day. Too into his own mind to realize you were there before seeing you foreground.

* It was… weird. The way you were hanging with his brothers felt different than his recent lunch dates.

* You were sitting in the grass, Beel by your side, eating a burger and fries at the same time, Mammon in front of you talking about something he ignored and Belphie laying in your lap, falling asleep with a smile in his face while he commented something he couldn’t decipher either. You laughed and started caressing Belphie's hair. You started talking with a smile plastered in your face, one that made Asmo feel strange.

* When was the last time he had any meaningful conversation with the people he had been hanging out with? He tried to ignore it, but most of the time they wouldn’t talk or would just praise whatever he would say.

* He hated the upsetting feeling that was settling in his stomach. He hated even more that he j ew how he could fix it.

* That day he ate alone.

* And his after school meetings didn’t went very well either. He had a couple of demons getting a spa treatment with him, in a salon full of people, but he never felt more alone.

* After 30 minutes of demons listening to him bickering about nothing in particular, he decided to try to recreate the kind of atmosphere he had when hanging out with the MC.

* “So… have any of you done anything interesting lately?” The demons looked at him, confused “Nothing as interesting as the things you do everyday, Asmodeus.” One of them answered with a smile plastered on their face. “Well, but like, none of you do anything outside of waiting to hang out with me?” They looked at each other and shook their heads “you don’t have any good stories to chit chat about? A new series you started watching? A weird fixation you know way too much about?” “Do you want us to have some of those? We could create something right now!” Asmo fought to keep his sadness hidden. “Ugh… no, forget it. It’s not the same” he let out a sigh, “let’s just get this over with.”

* That night Asmo felt lonelier than he did before. It wasn’t just the fact that he noticed how empty those demons were, it was the fact that none of them was as interesting and comfortable to hand around as you, MC.

* And whats even worse, none of them stay around enough. They like Asmo for what he has and gets, not for who he is and what he has to offer outside of his lust and social position.

* Yes, a lot of people want to hangout with Asmodeus, avatar of lust, but not a lot of them want to stay with Asmo. And even if they did, none of them are you, MC.

* The next day Asmo convinced himself that he needed to get back his situationship with you.

* Even if he had to accept he fucked up and needed to apologize.

* He tried, he really tried to work up the courage to go and talk to you, but, weirdly, he felt nervous.

* What if you realized you actually were better without him? What if you had actually replaced him with his brothers? You did look happy these last days.

* And what’s even worse, he could never catch you alone!

* He tried to talk to you before the first period, but you were too busy hanging around Satans locker, helping him carry some books back to the library.

* During lunch Diavolo and Bsrbatos were all over you, talking about some human realm festival that was happening next month.

* And in the classes you were together, you had already found other partners for every activity. It was frustrating and infuriating. What did everyone else had that he didn’t?

* “… so this is how Levi feels, uh?”

* But finally, and after waiting for a long time, he caught you alone reading in a bench while waiting for Mammon to walk home together after class.

* He took a big breath before walking to you, hands in his side and lips pursed

“Hey, Mc. Can we… talk?”

You raised your face yo look at him and he felt nervous for a minute. This was so unlike him it was making his tummy feel weird. “I suppose.”

Asmo sat down in the bench, letting a small silence cover your conversation. “I’ve missed you, MC” “really? Didn’t seemed like it” Asmo intertwined his fingers, “yeah, I know. I’ve spent all week looking for ways to avoid thinking about you, but I’ve failed, clearly.”

You looked at him before turning your face back to your book. Asmo felt frustrated, too many feelings in his chest but only so much he could express with words. “I’m sorry Mc, I really do. And I’m sorry it took me this long to say it, and to realize that I could never replace, not even if I tried” You turned the book back down and he took that as a sign to keep going. “I really thought about everything I do remember from that day and even though it’s not much, I know I can be a little difficult to deal with when partying and I’m sorry, I must’ve gutted you pretty bad, but I don’t want yo be that person again, I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” Asmo exhaled and kept going this time getting a little closer, “It’s completely okay if you don’t want to forgive me, really. I hurt you, and I never want to be that person again. I swear, if you give me another chance, this won’t ever happen again. I don’t want you to feel unappreciated ever again.” He took your hand, slowly, trying to see if there were any signs of resistance. “And I just… I wanted you to know that you are important to me and nothing could ever replace you. I want to do better for you because you’re worth it.”

You looked at Asmo for a really long time before actually breaking a little smile, tears gathering in your eyes. “Oh Asmo.” You went in for a hug, that Asmo quickly deepened, pulling you as close as he could. “That’s all I wanted. For you to say you’re sorry and to acknowledge my feelings. I don’t want us to grow apart.” “Me neither! Do you know how boring and sad my days were without you around?” You laughed a little, your face buried in Asmo's neck “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” “Hey Asmo, it’s okay. We’ll work on it together, okay?” “Yes, please. I don’t want us to fight ever again”

Asmo let you go after a while, holding you by the shoulders. “So, spa day to celebrate?”

Asmo has really grown on my these past months

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One day I'll be dancing on your grave...

Summary:

Lucien “Luci” Greco, you’re piece of shit ex, has come to NY looking for you. He's the reason you had to leave everything behind in the first place. Didn't stop him from searching for you though. The long lost mafia princess. He needs you if he is ever to rightfully take over the family from your father Declan. Little does he know you're doing mercenary work for the highest bidder. He still thinks you're some wilting damsel, a spoiled little princess. Your daddy didn't raise you that way though. You've been primed to take over since birth. Too bad he beat the shit out of you so badly you had to run for your safety. Somehow, even trying to stay under the radar you've befriended the damn Avengers family. A misfit mafia if you’ve ever seen one. You’re all after the same enemy afterall. Maybe, it's time to finally let someone or several someones in, so you can live life without constantly looking over your shoulder. Question is, do you even want the crown anymore?

Warnings:

Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Blood and Violence, Past Rape/Non-con, Past Abuse, Past Sexual Abuse, Past Relationship(s), Past Violence, Mafia Avengers, Mafia AU, Threesome - F/M/M, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Woman on Top

Notes:

Hello Heathens! Welcome to this dark little mafia world I've created. Please be aware there are dark themes throughout this story so be sure to check the tags with each new chapter just in case there may be something that triggers you. Happy reading! Banner @cafekitsune Divider @firefly-graphics

“Well if it isn't the White Wolf and his Captain.” You deadpan as you enter your living room.

“Jinx.” Bucky speaks from his place on the couch.

“To what do I owe the displeasure of finding you in my home?”

“We came to return this.” Steve places a dagger on the coffee table. “Seems you left it behind.”

“Oh Steven. I don't ‘leave’ anything behind. Every blade has a purpose. You should know that by now. That one was left as a reminder of what happens when people underestimate me.” You start to clean the dirt from under your blood soaked hands with another dagger.

“Now if you're done posturing or whatever it is you came here to do. You can kindly show yourselves out. I have a date with my clawfoot tub, a bottle of 151 and season 2 of the Witcher to get to.”

You turn on your heels and head down the hallway towards your bedroom, undressing and leaving a trail of bloody clothes behind you along the way. You're faithful Doberman Hades on your heels. The pair of enforcers sat on your couch are fixated on the sway of your hips until your form leaves their line of sight.

Bucky runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back. “What do you want to do about this? I’ve never known her to kill just for fun. Clearly someone with deep pockets hired her to take out Sitwell. Not that I’m complaining. That Hydra piece of trash deserved it.”

“Tony is going to want answers. Answers that only she can give.” Steve shrugs.

“If she’s willing. She’s not the biggest fan of Tony.”

“Thankfully she loves Pepper. Let’s see if she’ll come to the compound with us voluntarily first.”

Arching his brow and giving Steve a sly grin. “Afraid to get your hands dirty Stevie.”

“More like I’d prefer to have her tied up in my bed than in the back of my Range Rover.”

“Don’t we all Stevie. Don’t we all?”

You’re staring at yourself in the mirror as your phone begins to vibrate along the counter. You glance down and upon seeing the name flashing across the screen you take a calming breath and answer.

“It’s done. There was no need for you to check in on me.”

“That any way for you to talk to your Da? I know it’s done. I had 100% faith in ya to finish the task. I did raise ya after all. So what if I wanted to check in on ya. You’re so damn far away now. I’m not allowed to call my daughter?” Declan proclaims.

“Da. What do you need? You never call to just check in. We don’t work that way. If you wanted to see how I was doing, you’d fly a goon of yours out and stalk me for a week before deciding if it was worth it to come out here to see me. So what is it? I can’t re kill Sitwell for you.”

“Alright. Alright. I get it." He sighs into the phone. "I have some info I feel ya need to know.”

“And that is?”

“Lucien has been gone for a week. Said he had some business to attend to out of town. I just came to find out from one of his little lackeys that said business seems to be in your neck of the woods. Be careful, petal. Keep your eyes open. He very well may be there for some reason other than to hunt you down and drag you back, but I won't risk it.”

You freeze at the mention of your toxic, waste of space, abusive ex. The reason you had to run away to NY in the first place. You swallow and test the water for your bath.

“Thanks for the heads up. I’ll stay vigilant, as always. Now leave me be so I can enjoy my post kill ritual.”

“Never one to waste words.”

“I got it from you. Night Old Man.”

“Night Petal.”

Placing your phone on the tray next to the tub you proceed to submerge yourself in the steamy water. You tilt your head back and exhale as tortured memories bring themselves to the surface.

“Sunshine” His voice is getting closer to the darkened corner you’re hiding in. “Come out, come out wherever you are.” He throws one of the dining room chairs away from the table. “Come on baby, I won’t hurt you. I promise. I didn't mean to scare you. You know how I get when I have a shit day and your dad calls attention to my fuck ups in front of everyone.”

His steps get closer and the next thing you know his hand is in your hair and he’s pulling you out into the living room. Tossing you harshly on to the coffee table. You barely get your hands out in front of you before your face can connect with the solid wood.

“You know better than to hide from me, Sunshine. For that, I’m gonna deny you the use of my tongue to open you up. Hopefully you’re wet enough cause I’ve got a lot of pent up anger that I need to get rid of. Don’t move if you know what’s good for you and take this dicking I’m so graciously giving you.”

You brace yourself as he slams himself inside you, grabbing a fistful of your hair and craning your neck back so he can wrap his other hand around it. He’s squeezing so tight you know there will be finger shaped bruises left behind.

You find yourself zoning out as you try to preserve your precious air and he continues his brutal pace. It’s the only way to get through it with your mind intact. Your body will heal. It’s the emotional trauma you're most afraid of. Before you get too lost in your head, he speeds up, hips moving erratically until he stills and you feel him empty inside you. Thank the goddess is stamina is so shitty.

“Much better.” He kisses the back of your head. “See how easy that was Sunshine. Go get yourself cleaned up so we can have dinner. I don’t feel like staying in so wear something that’ll help cover those bruises. Don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.”

You numbly nod your head and limp off to your ensuite bathroom where you stare at the mottled mess of purple around your neck. You heave a sigh and get to work covering up his handiwork.

Hades emitting a low growl, snaps you out of your daydream when the pair of Super Soldier enforcers saunter into the ensuite to see if they can persuade you to come to the compound of your own freewill. You decide then and there to have a little fun with them first. A sort of quid pro quo if you will. You're keyed up from your kill and want to drown out the memories of your past that seem to want to flood back tonight. What better way than with some orgasms.

“Can I help you? As you can see I’m trying to relax.” You announce to the steam filled room.

“Tony would like to see you. He has some questions pertaining to your last kill.” Steve states.

“And before you give some snarky ass comment, we’re asking if you wouldn’t mind coming in with us of your own accord. Although I’m more than okay tying you up and dragging you in myself.” Bucky wiggles his eyebrows and shoots you wink.

“Okay.” You casually declare.

“What?!” The soldiers stare at each other in shock over how easy that was. Too easy.

“What’s the catch?” Steve asks.

“It’s simple, really. It’s a win/win all around. I’ll go if Bucky uses those metal fingers of his and gets me off, then lets me ride him while I suck on that golden dick of yours Captain.”

“Deal!” Bucky blurts out, making his way over to the tub as he rolls up his left shirt sleeve.

He wastes no time submerging his hand in the hot water and seeking out your folds. He lightly runs his fingers along them and up to your clit where he makes a couple light circles, eliciting a moan from you.

“Fucking soaking and it aint even from the bath water. You’ve thought about this before, haven't you Doll.”

“Wh-what can I say? The metal is sexy. Oh Fuck!” He slides two thick digits knuckle deep inside you and curls them upward. “Yes. Yes. Right there. Right fucking there Wolfie.”

Your head is thrown back in complete pleasure as you give in to the manipulation of Bucky’s metal digits. Steve is off to the side, all of his blood having run to his cock, making his pants extremely uncomfortable, watching you writhe and make the most delicious sounds.

“That’s it. Come on babygirl. I can feel how close you are. Give it to me and then you can take me for a ride. I know you want to be stuffed full.”

His words have the desired effect and your pussy squeezes down on his fingers as you detonate and ride the wave of your orgasm.

Before you fully can come down from your high, you're pulled from the water and impaled on Bucky’s thick girth as he sits on the edge of the tub. The stretch and feeling of being so full almost sets you off once again. You take a moment to let your body accommodate him.

“Thought you wanted to ride me, Doll? So ride. Before I change my mind and bend you over this tub instead.”

Your hips move of their own accord at his threat. Undulating and bouncing to a sensuous rhythm. Losing yourself in the moment.

That is until Steve strolls over and teases your lips with his precome coated tip. “Open up, Doll. Gotta make good on that deal.”

You gaze up at the Golden Adonis standing to your right and give him one sweet kitten lick before you take him down to the root. Hollowing your cheeks, you begin to bob your head along his length, sucking the life out of him. He can’t help the moans and groans slipping out of his mouth as you suck his dick like no one ever has before.

Knowing your mouth is setting the Captain's world upside down, you pick up the pace, grinding and bouncing on the dick splitting you open. You set a tempo that has the room filled with nothing but the wet sounds of skin against skin, moans and language that would make a nun blush.

Bucky has a firm grip on your hips as he pulls you down one final time and erupts inside you, triggering your own orgasm. You come screaming around Steve’s length, setting him off as well. Rope after rope of his hot white seed coats your tongue and throat as you swallow every precious drop.

Releasing him from your mouth you lick any run away drops off your lips and proceed to lift yourself off of Bucky’s lap. “Fuck that was even better than I imagined it’d be. We most certainly need to do that again. Many many times.” You grin devilishly. You are a glutton for sin after all.

You grab a washcloth, dip it into the hot bath and begin to clean up the mess Bucky left behind. Satisfied with the level of cleanliness, you turn towards the out of breath enforcers. “I’m nothing, if not a woman of my word. Grab yourselves a drink and recoup while I throw something presentable on for the big boss man. What are we riding in by the way? Will I need my leathers or are we in a cage tonight?”

“As much as I would love to see you in your leathers, straddling me on the back of my bike.” Bucky bites his lip at the image presented in his mind. “Stevie here, brought his Range. So cage it is tonight, Doll. Gonna have to save that ride for another time.”

“No problem. You’ll just have to enjoy that sight when you're watching me from behind as I sped past you on my Ducati.” You tease.

“You won't be ahead for long, sweetheart. And once I catch you, I’ll gladly bend you over it and fuck you til cant stand, let alone handle you bike and are stuck riding bitch with me.” He cockily proclaims.

“Promises. Promises.” You smugly smile back.

Steve interrupts your moment before it escalates further. “Okay. Enough you two. Although I would love to watch that transpire, we do have somewhere to be. Come on Buck, let our little murder queen get dressed. We’ll be ready when you are Jinx.”

You walk up to Steve and plant a kiss on his cheek. “Always so polite. Even after you just had your massive dick shoved down my throat. Oh you're the best kind of dangerous. I can’t wait to see you unhinged.”

With a whistle to Hades you head back into your room and your walk-in closest to throw on some clothes and be on your way to the Avengers compound.

"There's the woman of the hour. I thought you'd put up more of a fight with the Super Soldiers. Guess I was wrong this time. We were just talking about you." Tony gets up from his chair, grinning.

"We?" You question.

"He'd be talking about me." You gaze down to a blonde head of slick back hair and a voice that haunts your nightmares sitting in front of Tony.

"Jinx, I'd like you to meet…"

"Lucien Greco." You deadpan.

He stands from his seat and turns in your direction. His blue eyes scan you from top to bottom. Cocky smirk plastered on his face. "Hello Sunshine. I was hoping I'd find you here."

"No one calls me that anymore." Another emotionless response from you.

"So I've heard. Jinx. Fitting if I do say so." You barely restrain the growl that wants to emit from your chest.

"You know him?" Bucky asks.

"Yeah. He's the asshole who gave me this.” You lift your shirt and pull up the center of your bralette, showing off the jagged scar in the middle of your sternum. “Right before he left me for dead on the side of the road."

“I didn't leave ya for dead darlin’. I was always coming back. Just needed to teach ya a lesson first.” Lucien imparts.

Before he gets a chance to even take a step, you have him pinned against Tony’s desk. Your favorite dagger, precariously placed under his chin. Blade pressed so close against his throat, a deep breath would break the skin.

“Tony. Please get on with whatever it is you need to discuss with me. Every second that passes I’m one step closer to slitting his throat and that’s just too quick of a death for him in my book. So make it quick and I’ll be out of your hair.”

Tony lets out a sigh. “Unfortunately you’re going to have to deal with him for this discussion. Says he knows who hired you for the hit on Sitwell and that we’re all after the same thing. Revenge.”

“Of course he knows who would have hired me for this hit. He’s been working for him since he was a teenager. Been around him his whole life actually. He is correct about revenge though.” You state a little too calmly.

“Are you implying Declan Scott paid you for killing Sitwell?” Tony questions.

“Never said I got paid for the job.” You shrug your shoulder.

“Why didn't you get paid?” Steve utters.

With a smug little grin Lucien answers for you. “That’s an easy one, boys. He killed her mother. In fact he was the reason she went into labor. Little Sunshine here was born in blood. Taking her first breath as her mother took her last.”

“You’re extra chatty tonight Luci? It’s a pity those words just might be your last.” You look him dead in the eyes, a look of murder in yours.

“Wait. Wasn’t Declan’s wife murdered while pregnant? He has a daughter right? She’s been MIA for the last 3 years.” Bucky adds in.

“That would be, correct gentleman. Although I wouldn't classify her as MIA any longer now would I darlin’.” Lucien chuckles.

You press the dagger in a fraction harder and watch as a trickle of blood begins to slide down his neck.

“Alright. Enough with being vague. Just tell us what you're trying to say, Greco.” Steve growls out.

Smug as ever he lets them know what’s going on. “Alright. Alright. I’ll lay it all out. You’re little Jinx here, is Declan Scott’s one and only daughter. The rightful heir to the Bay Area Mafia. I’ve come to drag her back home where she belongs before Hydra makes good on their threat and ends her fathers life.”

“I’ll be going nowhere with you.” You say through gritted teeth. “You seem to have left out the part where you only want me home so you can lock me up and throw away the key. That way you can run things solo. Not happening. I’d rather bleed out in a ditch again than see you take over for my father. Whatever deal you thought you’d strike here it’s over. Your word is as good as a knife in the back. Your mouth is full of nothing but slick words and a poisonous tongue.”

“You used to love my wicked tongue Sunshine.” You press the dagger in a bit further once again. The tiny river of crimson soothing your raging emotions.

Not wanting to have to clean blood out of the carpets Tony takes charge of the tense situation. “As sexy as it is watching her hold you at knife point, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. Seems you are no longer needed for this conversation.”

He presses a button on his desk. “Happy. Would you mind escorting our guest off the premises please. Take him wherever he wants to go, as long as it’s far from here.”

“Will do, Sir.” Happy replies.

“Thanks. Now Jinx. I’m gonna need you to step back from the deadbeat ex so Happy can remove him.”

Bucky comes up behind you and places his flesh hand on your hip and his metal one around the wrist holding the dagger. He whispers in your ear so only can hear. “Let’s make him wish he never stepped foot in here thinking he could get one over on you.” He kisses along your neck as he lowers your hand away from the lowlife's, guiding it down to your thigh, where he helps you return it to its sheath.

“That’s my girl. Head on over to Tony now. Steve and I will be right behind you.” He places a final kiss on your lips and turns you toward is awaiting boss.

You walk over to Tony and he grabs your hand, kissing your knuckles. “We have a lot to discuss, little one. Seems you’ve been holding back on us.”

You laugh. “Don’t say I didn't warn you.”

#poc reader #avengers x reader #avengers smut #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #mafia au #steve rogers x reader

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sseniita · 4 months

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ANOTHER PART T^T

sorry for the late update!!! exams were ROUGH!! anyways wish u all a very happy holiday!!! (im so happy i got this out by christmas)

hero vs domesticity 4

part 3

When the hero was still working she’d never been allowed to watch movies, read books, or even listen to much music. She was carefully kept away and secret. So when the villain had begun to show her his favourite war documentaries and action movies she was a bit unentertained, if not traumatized. The villain came home one day with an odd array of movies and they had pulled an all-nighter to watch every one. Her favourite ones were romance movies the villain snoozed through. Movies with period costumes, old-timey talk, and handsome men in puffy-sleeved shirts. She couldn’t hide her blush at every scene with a brush of hands or subtle banter. He always explained how unrealistic it is to be in love that quick. Hero couldn’t be more glad he was wrong.

The villain began to sit closer during movie nights and came home earlier to help her cook, but what really got her were the hands on her lower back as she stirred a pot of soup, or how he fidgeted with her fingers at the breakfast table. Sometimes- if hero was lucky- he’d get close and whisper an inside joke about a stranger in public, he’d grab her arm to lead her around new places, and on two occasions he would give her more kisses on her cheek.

The first was the day after the incident he was walking out of the door in a rush and gave her a peck on the cheek without thinking. The second time they were serparting to their bedrooms as villain leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Let’s just say the hero was tossing and turning, red as a cherry, in her bed that night. Hero had not once mentioned it, and neither had the villain- but that didn’t stop the little something from growing between them.

Today the villain found hero looking for ingredients for dinner when he swooped in just in time. “I was thinking we could go out tonight.”

“...Out?” hero asked timidly, putting back the pasta into the pantry.

“It’s Christmas Eve, don’t get me wrong, I love your cooking, but let me treat you for once.”

“Oh. That’s so sweet. But um. I don’t have anything nice to wear out…”

“You look beautiful as you are, hero.” The hero turned beet red. “But if getting you a nice dress means I can spoil you more, I say we go shopping.”

At the first shop, villain had to point out dresses to her, Hero would shyly say yes or no until the villain got a sense of what her taste was. He decided she’d probably go for a more modest dress in softer colors, perhaps a puffy sleeve. They went into a different shop and the hero lit up, villain smirked as he knew he hit the jackpot. The shop was filled with nice ladies that suggested dresses of pinks and light blues, the dresses were mid length and hero’s eye was caught on a dress with a sweetheart neckline, long sleeves and in the exact shade of midnight blue as the villain’s uniform. Villain pretended not to notice.

Dinner was delicious, if a bit messy. The night consisted of touching elbows and fingers, playing footsie under the table and reminiscing on old memories. But if you asked the villain all he’d remember was Hero’s eyes peering up at him like stars.

“I hope you know I regret that night very much.” the villain said as he hooked his arm around the hero, leaving the restaurant. The hero laughed.

“The night we met?”

“Ah, but not in that way. Since I didn’t know you, I acted as if you were just another obstacle. In a way, I’m glad you were.”

“An obstacle?”

“Yes, but perhaps that was your way of trying to get my attention.” He flirted, gaining another laugh from hero.

They walked in silence, only hearing the crunch of snow under them as they made their way back home. The weather was perfect, and the hot chocolate they stopped by was still warm in their hearts, but hero found she preferred other ways of warming her heart. She hung on tighter to the villain as they crossed into city hall and looked at all the lights and the great big tree in the middle. Hero had seen the tree many times before, but this was the first time she noticed how beautiful it truly looked, hero was hypnotised by the beauty of it but villain couldn’t take his eyes off her. With a smile, he turned her so they were facing each other.

“Can I say something?” The hero could only nod. “I didn’t get you a present this year. But I promise, if you stay, I’ll get you double the amount next Christmas.” Hero’s heart skipped a beat.

“You want me to stay?”

“Of course I want you to stay, I thought I made that really clear.” The villain looked genuinely confused.

“Clear?” the hero whispered out, making him chuckle and pull her in just a bit closer.

“Hero, oh love, have I been neglecting you?” He held her the same way he did at the Christmas market, except this time hero couldn’t stay up due to her paying attention to nothing but the villain. Her eyes stared up at him as her mitten covered hands rested on his chest, her cheeks were rosy and her nose was beginning to colour too. Villain wrapped his arm around her, keeping her close as he pulled a strand of her hair back. He looked around real quick, the plaza almost empty of people and more so of mistletoe. He smirked back at the hero who followed his eyes. “No mistletoe this time.” Hero shrugged as her smile grew. The villain leaned down and planted a kiss on hero’s soft and cherry flavoured lips. Hero, although inexperienced and timid, let villain take the lead and hold her even closer. Her mind was floating and in complete bliss that she so easily forgot herself that she slipped on the ice covered ground. The villain caught her in time before the dress touched the ground. After laughing the villain, for good measure, picked her up and carried her all the way home, like a blushing bride after her wedding. Hero showered the villain with kisses the entire way home until he finally dropped her in front of their home’s front door.

“By the way- I lied.”

“Lied?” hero asked, still hand in hand with the villain.

“I’m a villain. It’s what I do.”

“Well what’d you lie about?” Hero asked timidly, heart so very anxious.

“About the present.” He smiled as he opened the door, and the hero's present quickly introduced himself was the cutest, little, bouncing puppy. The golden thing quickly wagged his tail at hero’s legs, excited to meet his owner. “Merry Christmas” the villain said.

“Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! I can’t believe it! You got me a puppy! He’s so cute! What’s his name?” She asked as the villain led her into the house and began taking off her coat.

“The shelter called him Bo, but I’m sure you can change it.”

The hero held up the puppy and took a second to analyze him, strangely enough, the puppy seemed to be regarding her in the same way. “No, Bo is perfect.” She hugged the puppy as she scooted closer to the villain. “Thank you! So much! I’ve always wanted a puppy!” The villain planted another kiss on her

“Of course, but you have to promise to walk him, feed him, clean after him. A very very normal person thing to do.” The hero giggled, returning to kiss him again and again until the puppy barked for attention.

After settling down the hero and villain plopped on the couch to watch some cheesy Christmas movie they weren’t paying attention to between the kissing and new puppy. As the movie came to end so did the night, Hero decided curling up on the villain's chest was far more comfier than her bed and they both quickly fell asleep with their puppy right next to them and the fireplace crackling.

The next morning the hero woke up to the first of many totally normal breakfasts, and had a totally normal day, with their totally normal puppy as a totally normal girlfriend. In a while, the hero would try even more new hobbies, such as getting a totally normal job with totally normal friends, and in due time she became a totally normal wife and soon after a totally normal mother, all throughout an amazing, love filled and happy life, and each year, her totally normal Christmases became treasures that got better and better each year as the love between the hero and villain became totally normal and yet so, so much better.

part 1 part 2

#villain x hero #hero x villain #writing #criticism welcome #original fiction #merry christmas #happy holidays

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Kissin’ Santa Claus

dad!Fez x mom!reader

Summary: someone catches Santa and mommy doing naughty things

No warnings, just fluff and my obsession with writing these boys as fathers (I’m sorry)

A little something for the Fezco girls, I’m not abandoning y’all that’s my man too tf

The holidays weren’t really your thing. They were more enjoyable when you were a kid and the older you got the less interested you were in this stupid holiday. The same went for Fez, though he didn't enjoy it much as a kid, he barely got anything but even then family was the only thing he wanted.

It wasn't until you two collided that the Christmas spirit was restored, you guys found yourselves going to little Christmas parties, you'd invite him and Ash over to your family's house for the whole day just so they wouldn't feel left out.

But your family loved them just as much as you did.

After spending a few Christmases together, you went from two to three. You finally had someone else to spoil and put up a Christmas tree for. You guys gave your son the world every year, he always had a mountain of toys, a few books and some clothes.

Fez made sure you guys had traditions like decorating the tree together, and any school crafts your son brought home went up on the tree as well.

One of Fez's favourite traditions was dressing up like Santa Claus to drink the milk and eat the cookies that Logan would leave on the table on Christmas Eve. You asked why did he dress up if Logan was asleep by that time of night but his response was always just in case he came downstairs.

That made sense, but deep down you knew he did it for his own entertainment.

You had just put Logan to sleep and left the door cracked open because he didn't like it closed all the way. You tip-toed downstairs to see Fez in his costume placing some last-minute presents under the tree.

You fake gasp and dramatically put your hand on your chest. "Mr. Claus, what are you doing here?" Fez chuckled turning around to see you in a red robe that was hiding his favourite present. "You know me ma, just droppin' some joy for the kids."

You giggled. "Do you have any presents for mommy?" He bit his bottom lip feeling himself twitch under his belt, he made his way over to you with lust in his eyes. "Yeah, I got you a big ol' candy cane you could suck on."

Your giggle elevated to a full-blown holler, that line had the both of you in stitches. It was so perfectly corny. You reached out for his hand and he happily gave it to you, you pulled him over to the entrance of the kitchen, under a mistletoe she had hung up earlier that day.

Fez smiled. "Oh, you want some ho, ho, ho, huh?" You tugged him closer. "I do."

Little to your knowledge Logan wasn't really asleep, the mischievous boy had snuck his Nintendo Switch into his room and waited for you to leave so he could play his games, once you left he'd been up ever since.

He heard the laughter from downstairs and soon the sudden silence, he listened for any other noises and heard a thump against the wall. His little feet touched the floor as his curiosity led him to go investigate.

He stood at the top of the steps, peaked over the balcony of the second floor and almost fainted at the sight.

Mommy was kissing Santa Claus

He was shook to his little core.

The discovery haunted him until the next morning, he could barely look at his parents, he felt so awkward and guilty glancing at the gifts under the tree. His aunties, Rue and Jules, noticed his energy shift, he was usually a lot happier to open his gifts.

Jules asked. "What's wrong Logan?"

The little boy sighed, he looked over at his parents, you guys could tell he was nervous to spill. You sat up showing that you were listening and whatever it was they would try their best to understand.

All eyes were on him when he blurted. "I SAW MOMMY KISS SANTA LAST NIGHT."

There was a stunned silence and a little laugh from Ash who sat on the side. Rue's eyebrows were raised so high they almost touched her hairline, Jules covered her mouth to muffle her giggles.

"You saw what?" Fez spoke, his heart was racing, hoping the kid didn't see more than them just kissing. "I'm sorry daddy, I came out of my room because I heard something and then I saw mommy kissing Santa."

You couldn't say anything, you couldn't even move. The jig was up. How were you going to explain to your six year old child that you were only kissing his father without ruining the fact that Santa isn’t real?

Everyone looked over to the both of you while you looked at each other. “Oh… Logan… sweetie…” You tried your best to softball it in. “That wasn’t Santa.”

You could see his little heart shatter. “It wasn’t?”

Fez took over, he opened his arms and Logan stepped forward resting in his father's hold. “You see Santa was sooooo busy this year that he asked me to help him out, gave me the outfit and everything.”

“Really!?” Logan reacted excitedly. Fez nodded. “Of course, man, Santa picked me because he knew you been such a good boy this year.”

“So… it was just you and mommy kissing?”

“Yeah man, and that’s something that’s not new to you right?” Logan gagged and shook his head causing the room to chuckle. Fez gave him a reassuring kiss on the head. He whispered. “We’re supposed to keep it on the low so don’t say anything when you get back to school okay?”

“Okay,” Your son whispered back locking their pinkies in a promise. He slipped away from his father and back to his presents, eagerly unwrapping every single one with the assistance of his uncle. You looked over at Fez and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.”

He shrugged. “Don’t wanna kill it so soon you know?”

She leaned into his ear. “I heard Mrs. Claus dropped off a few presents for you.” He groaned. “She bring me my favourite one?”

“Yeah but you gotta save it for tonight.”

For the holiday girlies since Christmas is tomorrow. I didn’t write any Christmas shit tbh this was just off the dome.

If you liked this fic feel free to the like this fic. Reblogs and comments are appreciated.

Peace and love 🤙🏾

#fezco euphoria #fez fanfic #fluff #bwwmromance #euphoria fanfic #fezco fic #marleysfanfictions #marleywrites #black!reader #fez x reader #fezco smut

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Red locks flow with the wind of the port, the scent of your caramel melting garnishes the place.

Next to red, white. She holds with tiny hand a big one. He makes her jump and smiles every time she sings. Sweet melodies come from such a young girl.

“Shanks! Can you get me some candy floss?” she asks, pointing at your stall. You smile, she has the most beautiful purple eyes you’ve ever seen.

How weird… why is she calling him by his name? I thought she was his daughter…

They come closer and as he lifts the kid up, he gives you a beautiful smile that stops you from breathing for at least a couple of seconds.

“Hello, Miss. This princess right here would like a cotton candy, please” he kindly requests, fixing the girl’s fancy headset covering her ears.

You nod, forcing yourself out of the amazement. The man in front of you is more than handsome, he also has something, like a strange force that makes your knees weak. The scars over his eyes, the subtle beard, his sun kissed skin, his intense gaze…

“Sure! Do you want a cherry and vanilla one, miss?” you ask the spoiled child, you know she will love the idea since it’s gonna be red and white like her hair.

“Oh… white and red??! SURE! I’m Utahime, and I’m a singer. Right Shanks?” she asks, hugging the man that’s holding her up with pure love.

Shanks, that’s his name…

“She is! She is a little demon! I mean, princess! My daughter is a singing princess, yes!” he jokes, never taking his red eyes from yours.

Oh… sure, he is the father. He is probably married, too… but why is he looking at me that way?

You start working on the special candy floss, while the singing creature makes you happy with her melodies. Shanks dances a little with his princess on his arms and as soon as you are ready the little demon starts devouring the cotton candy.

You wanted to ask if he was married, where was Uta’s mother, something… but, he couldn’t stay. Uta was pulling from his arm, and the last thing you saw was his smile, and the wind blowing his red locks as the sun was going down behind him…

His smile… when will ever see his smile again?

Pretty soon if I may add.

“Hello, Miss? I’d like to try that special cherry and vanilla cotton candy” a voice calls you, while you are head down searching for more supplies. That voice is manly, it comes from a grown-up adult and you grunt. Where, when, and why an adult man is asking for a cotton candy combination you invented for a… child…

wait...

You emerge from your secure spot inside your own stall, and his face shines like the sun right in front of you. He is back, but without the child…

“Oh Shanks! Hi! Sure! Where is Uta?” you chime, clearly remembering his name even if you had only listened once.

He scoffs and takes the strawhat he is wearing. “You remember my name, miss! I’m glad! She is at school right now” he says, pleased of your great memory. Something that makes your cheeks become fire, you are embarrassed to say the least. You like him, and it shows a lot more than you would actually want to.

You nod and fix your eyes in your work. But he is not making fun of you, he is smiling kindly, interested.

“I came back because I wanted to know your name, Miss!” he suddenly says, breaking the silence in between you two, coming closer to your burning cheeks. Even if he is not close enough to touch you, there is a warmth coming from him, something that seems overwhelming but caring at the same time.

The cotton like little clouds of sweet begin to form around the tiny stick, and you smirk shily… he came back…

“My name is (-----), would you like your candy floss with sprinkles? Your daughter loved it, maybe you are just like her”

“I could use some more sweetness, but not coming from sprinkles…” he whispers, this time acting a little shy, too.

It makes you giggle, he is really trying hard. “And what could make it more sweet, then?” you ask, covering from the nose down your face with the candy floss.

Shanks approaches the sweet treat, and bites it right at your lips height. “Maybe comingf on af datef withf me when you are finished?” he says, with his mouth now all covered in red sticky sugar. “I was about to close… so, yes… let’s go… but first, clean your mouth!” you laugh, handing him a paper towel.

“Guess I won’t be buying a caramel apple on this date” “those are my enemies, how dare you?!” “I know, I know!”

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Dragon Ball Super 090

“Hey you. Let’s fight.”

“Them’s fightin’ words!”

All right, so Piccolo has finished drilling Gohan and they both seem confident that he’s back to his full strength. But Piccolo wants to test that out and he only knows one way to do that: Clobbering Goku. So they arrange a little 2v2 match on top of a mesa, with Tournament of Power rules.

Roshi and Chiaotzu bear witness. You know, nobody ever brought up having Chiaotzu on the team. Sure he’s got a terrible win-loss record, but who’s to say he hasn’t been training like a maniac this whole time? If all these other characters can stand up to Super Saiyan Blue now, maybe Chiaotzu can smoke all their asses.

Nice shot of the Milky Way. Well, North Galaxy. Whatever. It’s pretty, is what I’m trying to say.

So it’s a 2-on-2 match, but Tien pretty quickly ceases to be a factor. Gohan’s a house of fire, and he’s mainly gunning for Goku, but he and Piccolo have coordinated their attacks, while Goku and Tien haven’t seen each other in months.

So while Goku fights Gohan, he tells Tien to focus on Piccolo, who’s currently charging up for some big attack. Tien goes for Ki Ko Ho, but Gohan has it scouted. He shoots an attack that sets off an explosion in front of Tien, spoiling his aim.

Then Gohan lures Goku into the range of Piccolo’s attack, which turns out to be the explosive wave he used way back in the 23rd Budokai. It engulfs the whole mesa, which is bad for their opponents since the mesa is the ring.

And Goku seems to weather the storm okay, but that just leaves him wide open for a heavy punch from Gohan. See what I mean about how they coordinated their attacks?

At this point the entire mesa is a crater, and Tien asks everyone to stop fighting. But Gohan wants more, so he challenges Goku to a one-on-one fight. Goku agrees.

Meanwhile... oh fuck, it’s Gowasu. Way to suck all the life out of the party, Episode 90. Okay, so he’s supposed to choose a team for Universe 10, except he’s so overwhelmed by the task that he’s paralyzed with doubt. Also he’s still reeling from that whole business with Zamasu.

Then Rumsshi, the Destroyer for U10, shows up and criticizes him for overthinking the problem. The key is not to use your head, but to use your body to choose a team. What the hell does that mean?

Then he reveals that he already went out and recruited a team while Gowasu was sweating it out. Well, why didn’t he just tell him that in the first place? Of course, this reveal is kind of stupid when nine of these guys are wearing robes so you can’t see them. Although I don’t know why the leader is disrobed since we don’t know anything about him, either.

Rumsshi says the theme to this group is muscle, but I seem to recall one of these fighters was a scrawnly little lady with butterfly wings. Still they all drink protein shakes to prove their jock credentials. Gowasu isn’t convinced, but since he couldn’t make any decisions himself, there really isn’t any choice. That sums up Gowasu pretty well.

Now that that’s over, let’s get back to.... Super Saiyan 2 Goku? Awwww yeah. I’d like to think he’s using this form to open as a sort of tribute to Gohan, who pioneered the form, but I’m probably reading too much into it.

I love this whole episode, but I especially love this fight. There’s not a lot to say about it, since it’s just Goku and Gohan hitting each other very hard. But this is very satisfying for a lot of reasons. When Goku came back for the 25th Budokai, Gohan was looking forward to fighting his dad in the ring, and then Majin Buu happened and it all fell through. So now we’re finally getting that payoff.

Goku has the edge here, as he seems to take more initiative. For example, he uses Instant Transmission to ping-pong Gohan around some buttes, which obscures Gohan’s line of sight long enough for Goku to set up a Kamehameha. But Gohan just turns and fires his own right on the spot. So it’s like he’s taking Goku’s best tactics and matching them with raw power.

However, Goku slips away from the beam struggle and blindsides Gohan before he can react, which is pretty slick.

And yet Gohan is still able to keep Goku at bay. Each time Goku out-finesses him, Gohan just drops another hurtin’ bomb.

Mmmph!

Damn!

Meanwhile, Vegeta can sense this from all the way in West City, and he likes it a lot. I’m sure he’s looking forward to the day when he can fight his own kids in a match like this.

Gohan challenges Goku to fight him with his full power, so Goku goes Blue, but Gohan wants everything, so...

Super Saiyan Blue Kaio-ken it is.

So they have this big collision in mid-air, and they do the anime thing where they show both guys immediately after they collide, and then one of them passes out.

Gohan manages to throw one more punch, but he runs out of gas before his fist can connect. He’s done.

Goku lets him fall for a bit, then teleports to catch him.

And everyone’s all smiles and Gohan’s satisfied that he impressed his dad. Very nice, very cool and good.

Aw, and there’s the martial arts bow. This is so heartwarming.

And before we sign off, Goku announces that he’s chosen a team captain for Universe 7, and it’s Gohan.

Some hearty thumbs-ups are exchanged and it’s smiles all around.

Oh, and they’re still putting the ring together.

#dragon ball #dragon ball super #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #goku #gohan #piccolo #tien shinhan #master roshi #chiaotzu #vegeta #supreme kai #elder kai #whis #rumsshi #gowasu #murichim

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risukadarlin · 10 months

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[piofiore no banshou] vol. 4: henri - track one

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masterpost

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[00:05] Oh, I’ll carry that.

You can leave the heavy lifting to me.

You can open that package instead.

I think we’ve finished unpacking now.

We only brought the essentials, so it wasn’t too bad at all, thankfully.

This is our new home.

The table.

The sofa.

The curtains.

And the bed.

I prepared the basics for us, but we can replace them if you find something you like.

It’s a bit smaller than your old room but I didn’t think a huge room would be any better.

You still seem worried whenever I’m not by your side.

That’s not it?

So… You just like being spoiled?

Don’t hide your face.

Look at me.

[01:18] You look good with your hair tied up too.

Of course, it looks just as good down.

You must be tired after such a long journey.

Even if we did stop at a hotel halfway, it doesn’t change the fact we took a longer route.

I’m sorry for pushing you so hard.

But… I’m glad we could leave some flowers for the children…

We haven’t seen them since I left everything with that person, after all.

Back then, my priority was protecting you.

I knew we couldn’t stay in that place for too long, so I even left the burial to someone else.

I know better than anyone that graves mean nothing to the dead, but…

I hoped it might bring them some salvation.

I pray they rest in peace.

Let’s go back one day.

We can’t go regularly.

But we should go again soon.

Oh, that’s right.

What should we do this afternoon?

There are still a few things we need to sort out but you can stay here and rest if you’re too tired…

Really?

Then let’s go out together.

We need things for the kitchen first.

We have a fridge but it’s empty right now.

Shopping is important but we’ve just arrived.

Shall we take a look around Bordeaux?

What do you think?

I’m glad you’re finally able to be open about how you feel.

You’re so cute.

Let’s have lunch first. We can find a cafe nearby.

Then we can look around the town for a bit.

We can buy the basics just before we come home.

Let’s buy the rest tomorrow and explore a bit more if we still have time after that.

Let’s go then!

✿

[03:56] How was the food?

I’m glad it was to your taste.

The food here is quite different from where we just came from.

Lyon is famous for dishes made with tripe.

Its development was driven by the production of silk, so there are a lot of labourers living there.

So, they devised a way of making cheap ingredients taste delicious.

Bordeaux, on the other hand, flourished due to trade.

It’s also especially famous for its wine.

They use bordelaise sauce with meat and fish alike. It’s made with red wine.

It’s a lot more simple than other places we’ve lived.

Though, there is the famous Lamprey à la Bordelaise.

I don’t think I’d like it very much.

I’ll try to find a restaurant that you’ll like.

When our affairs are a bit more in order, I want us to go on a long, relaxed date.

You always make cafe au lait at home. I’ve even started drinking it when we leave the house now.

You’re looking out for me, aren’t you? I know I don’t eat very much.

You think it’s better than me just drinking espresso, don’t you?

I know hot milk is better for the stomach but I just can’t bring myself to like it.

I��m sure you know that already, though.

Anyway, we’re in an entirely new city. Is there anything you’d like to know?

I’ll tell you anything I know.

Oh, that building you can see over there is the Grand Théâtre.

Bordeaux has been a seat of the government twice in the past.

During that time, it was used as the National Assembly for the French Parliament.

Let’s go to the Opera again soon.

I’m sure they’ll show one you enjoy soon.

Is there anything else?

[06:20] You want to know why I chose to move here?

Do you remember last year, we went to Bled in Slovenia during Christmas?

When I asked you where else you wanted to go, you gave a few options.

Bavaria in Germany.

The capital of music, Vienna.

And then, Bordeaux.

You said you wanted to see the Port of the Moon at night.

Obviously, I wanted to grant one of your wishes.

But this place is very convenient for me, too.

The population is large enough and the transportation system is rather varied.

There’s a railway and boats.

We have options if something happens.

It’s also on the West coast of France, which is ideal.

I wanted to put some distance between us and Germany, considering the state of things there.

The church is still looking for you, even now.

I don’t think they’ll be able to find us easily, but apparently he put some rather troublesome traps in place before he died.

You don’t need to worry, we’re well hidden.

All this moving from city to city is just an extra precaution.

Until a while ago, I planned to allow karma to hit me with open arms.

I believed I deserved to be punished for my crimes.

If I really thought I’d one day be forgiven for what I did, I never would have plotted revenge.

But… I never planned to involve you. Any of you.

I thought I could protect you by locking you in that small house.

But it wasn’t enough.

That’s why I won’t ever let them be one step ahead of us again.

I don’t plan to hold back against anyone who tries to interrupt our life.

Obviously, it would be best if they never found us at all.

Don’t you think?

[09:01] Are you ready to go?

What do you want to see first?

Bordeaux Cathedral? It’s around 10 minutes from here.

We can see a few sights as we walk over.

✿

[09:24] Bordeaux Cathedral, or the Primatial Cathedral of St Andrew, was built in the 11th century.

Well, the foundations were. They’ve been adding to it ever since.

You can see the spire from anywhere in the city.

You could even say it’s the building that best represents Bordeaux.

It was once used for the wedding of the King of France.

It’s also famous for the sculptures of the Biblical Day of Judgement.

There really are a lot of people.

Come here.

It’s a famous sightseeing spot. It can’t be helped.

Stay close to me.

I don’t want you to leave my side.

Okay?

Good. Let’s go inside, then.

I’m sure you’ll love the inside just as much as the outside.

[10:41] Isn’t it bright?

Most big, historical churches end up being quite gloomy inside.

But here… It looks like the entire inside is shining white.

I don’t believe in God, but I think you look beautiful in this Cathedral.

It reminds me of Burlone.

I remember once, you looked after me in the church, right after I’d been hit.

I was shocked; you said exactly the kind of thing my sister would have said.

Oh. I never really told you about what kind of a person my sister was, did I?

Let me think…

Chloe was bright and sociable. She didn’t get shy around anyone.

When we were with the Falzone, she spent more time surrounded by adults than with me.

It was hard, at times.

But I never blamed her for it.

She was desperate to make a place for us in that mansion.

And now I know that love makes us do crazy things.

Where do you want to go after we finish exploring here?

Maybe we should go somewhere where we can see the entire city?

Ah, before that, you should pray while we’re here.

I’ll wait for you.

✿

[12:54] I knew you’d like The Grosse Cloche.

Can you see the Garonne River from here? It’s shaped like a crescent moon.

It’s almost blinding in the evening sun.

I can see why they call it the Port of the Moon.

So, how is it? Do you think you’ll like it here?

I’m glad.

There is just one thing weighing on my mind.

Bordeaux is a university city.

I saw a lot of men today who are the same age as you.

I know it might sound childish but a lot of them were looking at you.

If I wasn’t here, they’d most definitely try to talk to you.

I’m a bit worried.

Your shoulder?

Oh, yes… I was holding you close to me all day.

Especially in front of the cathedral and when we were in crowds.

I barely even thought about it myself.

I mean… I can certainly think of a reason why.

You said it before yourself, didn’t you?

I need to practise touching you.

It was probably because of that.

Now, I can’t relax if I’m not touching you.

It’s that time already?

I did plan on eating out tonight but maybe we should relax at home instead.

We should buy a bottle of wine and toast to our new lives.

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