#It was when he came back for Chiffon that really got me

[shima-draws]

Mannn Oda’s REALLY good at introducing characters I automatically dislike but then end up falling in love with later. Like Bege. I was so mad at him for hurting Pekoms and taking Sanji but now I’m like. LOVE THAT GUY. He’s a mafia boss he’s ruthless and will shoot his own comrades if necessary he’s an expert in backstabbing and is notorious for murder but he’s also SUCH a loyal husband, he loves his wife SO much and he loves his baby boy SO much and would move mountains for them. He ends up getting drawn into the utter chaos that surrounds the Strawhats and despite every aspect of his character that says otherwise he ends up believing in them and what they can do. One minute he’s threatening to shoot someone in the head and the next he’s baby talking to his son and cooing over him. The DUALITY OF MAN

#Shima speaks #I love Bege oh my god 😭 #It was when he came back for Chiffon that really got me #Bc you’d think bc of his character he’d abandon her. Any normal mafia boss would #But nope!! He actually cares about her a LOT and loves her genuinely #And would rather risk death than run off without her #He’s a good husband. And a good dad. Not a good man!! But a good family man!!! #One Piece #Bege

[blouisparadise]

Today we are excited to bring you the second part to our rec list of exes to lovers fics. You can find the first part to this rec list here. Please note that in some of these fics, they’re broken up before the story begins, and in some of these fics, they break up over the course of the story and then reunite. Happy reading!

1) The Prints Of Your Hands Are Still On My Canvas | Explicit | 4,563 words

Harry and Louis broke up not long ago. Everything was fine until then, problems started with Louis’ heat just around the corner, an important presentation that he could not miss, and a very visible (or more like invisible) alpha that could help him go through his heat. And then Harry shows up. (Again.)

2) Unspoken | Explicit | 5,175 words

Harry and Louis broke up when they were nineteen. They see each other after six years.

3) The Writing On the Wall | Explicit | 6,705 words

When BookToker Louis receives a gift basket filled with all his favorite sweets, wines, and stuffed animals alongside the new Harry Styles book, he’s shocked at the story he finds in the pages.

4) Can I Stand In Your Light, Just For A While? | Mature | 11,875 words

“But like, if they offered you that much money it means they really really want your works.” Niall continued. “I mean I guess, I still don’t get why,” he shrugged. “It's because you’re an amazing artist Lou.” Niall squeezed Louis’ arm. “Also, maybe the CEO guy has some sort of crush on you, and that's why.” “I really hope that's not true.” The man paid for his tomatoes and put them into his tote bag. “Why? Is the guy ugly? Bald?” Niall babbled. “No, Niall…” “Old? I bet he’s old.” “Niall! It's Harry, he’s the CEO guy.” Louis sighed. “What?!” Niall shrieked, probably startling the whole block.

5) Wedding Bells Will Never Ring For Me | Explicit | 14,807 words

After a failed proposal a few years back, Louis gets an unexpected invitation to his ex - Harry’s – wedding.

6) Nothing’s Scarier Than Losing You | Explicit | 15,463 words

When Louis and Harry run into each other at a Halloween party two months after their breakup, they’re reminded of how rude, infuriating, and utterly perfect for each other they are.

7) How You Sleep At Night | Mature | 15,568 words

“-And…this is Louis.” And just that. ‘This is Louis.’ Louis feels like throwing up out of nowhere. So, that’s it then? Is he just a ‘Louis’ to him now?

8) Silk Chiffon | Explicit | 20,122 words

Louis gets a message from his ex making fun of him for pretending to know how to cook on Instagram. They settle on a simple bet, Louis had to be Harry's perfect little housewife for an entire month.

9) Under The Rain Or Under The Snow | Explicit | 20,667 words

Christmas AU where they broke up a month ago but Harry shows up at Louis’ childhood home for the holidays. Louis didn’t tell his mum about their breakup so staying with them is not ideal. Harry stays.

10) My Waves Meet Your Shore | Mature | 23,873 words

When Louis gets an email from his ex - Harry - it shouldn't surprise him as much as it does; they're parents now and it isn't rare to communicate with each other. But this? He wasn't expecting it at all.

11) Your Heart Is Dangled In Front Of Me | Explicit | 27,085 words

Harry Styles prides himself in being one of the best detectives in The 28th Precinct. But if there’s one case he can’t solve, it’s his marriage. At least not on his own. Joining forces with his five-year-old son and a free-spirited murderer-on-trial, Harry does whatever it takes to bring Louis back.

12) Somebody's Got Your Trainers On (It's You) | Explicit | 28,000 words

Louis hasn't thought about Harry since half an hour after the shift started, when Krystle told him that she was binging Gogglebox last night and therefore didn't get enough sleep - a sure reminder of Harry’s temporary Gogglebox obsession. Five hours isn't much without thinking about someone, but that's as long as it gets. Louis came to terms with that two years ago. When Harry walked out the door with his stupid New Balance trainers and never looked back.

13) Last Blues For Bloody Knuckles | Explicit | 34,293 words

Styles was a name everyone knew. It had evolved into something of a fairy tale, a far away problem that normal people didn’t have to deal with. Louis never thought he’d find himself falling in love with him. When he finds himself pregnant with Harry’s child, he knows he has to leave the life, and Harry, behind. For her sake. He never expected Harry to show back up on his doorstep five years later.

14) The Wounds That Scarred Our Souls | Explicit | 35,910 words

Forever was nothing but a lie, Forever was just a ruse for the human heart, it gave you hope and then killed you. Forever was just a myth.

15) Stay Until Tomorrow | Explicit | 36,766 words

There’s a dull ache seeping through Louis’ body as he wakes up; a mild headache from last night’s alcohol intake, a cramp in his right arm from sleeping on it weird and a familiar soreness between his arse cheeks that Louis fully blames on his lousy one night stand.

16) Borrow The Moonlight | Explicit | 37,738 words

Louis and Harry broke up three years ago. The last thing Louis expects to see when he’s sent to help a guest is Harry, 3000 miles away from where he’s supposed to be.

17) The Space Between | Explicit | 39,917 words

Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why. Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.

18) Just A Flicker In The Dark | Explicit | 57,204 words

Louis is a struggling witch desperate to prove himself after yet another magic disaster and finds a calling in the haunted house of client Niall Horan. Things get more complicated when he’s assigned a case partner: acclaimed medium and ex-boyfriend, Harry S

19) Dark Doom, Honey | Explicit | 57,801 words

Note: There is also an AU version of this fic, which is also an exes to lovers fic.

Louis lifted one shoulder, lips slightly pursed. “You are acting like an asshole.” Harry’s mouth pressed into a thin line, eyebrows knitting together. “I wasn’t being an asshole, I was following my own rules. The ones I always follow when I’m about to start an arrangement with a new submissive. If you don’t want this or are having doubts, we should stop now. But if we do this, I do want to make something clear, I’ll never do anything you don’t want to, but you have to be aware that I’ll never be sweet, I don’t do sweet, you already saw what I do. If you want something different you can go on dates, this is not that. Are we clear?” It was the perfect way out. Louis could simply say no and their lives would keep on going as they were. So far, nothing was changed beyond repair. But he wanted to be. At some point in his life, way before Harry and the betrayals, Louis lost a little of himself, and had never felt closer to getting it back than in Lair, with Harry. “Crystal.”

20) Men of Steel, Men of Power | Explicit | 58,849 words

“You’ve been watching me,” Styles said. Louis swallowed around nothing. He tried for light. “You’re the newest addition, people are bound to be curious,” he said. “Sure,” said Styles, in a somewhat condescending tone. “I’m not that daft, I do notice the curiosity regarding my clothes. That’s not what you’re doing though, hm?” Styles’ gaze was intense, and Louis could feel it burn on the side of his face, but kept his eyes stubbornly on the coffee cup. “I,” he said, licked his lips. Took a deep breath, tried to look open, confident, dominant. Alpha.

21) It’s Golden, Like Daylight | Explicit | 61,496 words

"I actually think you might be onto something.” Harry’s eyes widened. “You mean…” Louis nodded. “As crazy and insane as this, this might just solve both of our problems.” “Are you saying you’re in?” Harry asked. “I’m in.”

22) Feeling Borrowed, Always Blue | Explicit | 68,214 words

Louis has been dreaming of his wedding since he was young - he just never expected it to happen like this. words

23) Violent Delights | Not Rated | 76,174 words

Prince Harry is arranged to mate Princess Charlotte, but first he must spend a month completing courting traditions which ends in a mating ceremony. When he arrives to the Tomlinson castle, he finds the forbidden North wing holds that which the family has worked hard to keep secret. Mainly: the sickly sweet Prince Louis, who’s rare gender has forced his family to keep him locked away for his own protection.

24) Sink Into Your Sunlight | Explicit | 79,562 words

In the grand scheme of things Louis did believe in love, what he didn’t believe was that he would ever find it in his life time for himself. Low and behold he would find it with someone he didn’t anticipate, now it was just a matter of having it work out the way he dreamed of.

25) Halfway Home | Mature | 103,158 words

Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson were improbable childhood friends, much to Harry’s dismay. They were thrown together each summer when Harry was forced to visit Louis’ grandfathers’ ranch in Black Hills, South Dakota. With each passing year, their friendship blossomed into something more. When trail rides turned to stolen kisses, and tragedies turned to confessions until they could no longer deny the inevitable draw they felt for one another. Though life and their future plans soon set them on different paths. Ten years later, Louis is the proud owner of Halfway Home Wildlife Refuge. Harry returns to the ranch to escape the perils of his past in London, and though their memories still haunt Louis, he won’t let that deter him from his goals. However, someone has been keeping a close eye on the refuge, and possibly Louis specifically, and Harry’s return may have unleashed more than just old passions. There’s a hunter lurking in the Hills, someone who’s decided they’ve bided their time long enough.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

#bottom louis #top harry #larry #fic recs #blp fic recs #blp

[trulybetty]

birthdays, besties & bravos

Pairing: Poppy x Dieter, Ava x Dieter & Bryony x Dieter Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption Word Count: 1,591 Happy Birthday Heidi (@wildemaven)! We really hope you don't mind, but Lellen (@gnpwdrnwhiskey) and I took Poppy out for some birthday celebrations in honour of your special day, upon the insistence of Ava & Bryony! We hope you enjoy it! xx

A/N: you don't have to know how everyone is if you would like to read on, but you can learn about Poppy, Ava & Bryony in the following: - Sweet Creature by @wildemaven - Conversations with a Movie Star by @gnpwdrnwhiskey - Chiffon by @trulybetty

“Was that a baby goat you just herded out your back door?” Ava asked, her arms crossed on the back of the sofa where she was kneeling, having watched Bryony shoo the animal out of her back door.

Bryony huffed as she brushed her hands off on her jeans, “Don’t ask.”

“Dieter?” Ava asked still.

“Dieter.” Bryony muttered as she picked up a serving tray of margaritas and an array of cheese and crackers. “Is that my shirt?” She asked Ava as she rounded the kitchen island to the expansive living area cornered by plush sofas.

Ava plucked a glass from Bryony as she passed, turning around to plop herself back down onto the sofa, “Yep,” she replied with a responding pop, “I mean, you have a stylist as a best friend, only fair you share the spoils.”

Bryony rolled her eyes playfully, “I suppose, it does look good on you.”

Ava smiled, pleased at the compliment, “I was thinking just the same.”

Bryony continued across the living room, stopping only to place the tray down on the coffee table and scowl at the fact the damn hippo coffee table had been switched out on her again. However there were more pressing matters to attend to than her husband's interior decor tastes.

“Here you go love,” Bryony handed a margarita glass to Poppy who was sitting crossed legged on the armchair that matched the sofa Ava was now stretched across, margarita glass in hand as she reached for the charcuterie board.

Poppy looked up from her phone, “Thanks,” she responded despondently as she took the drink.

Bryony and Ava shared a look across the room, “Still haven’t heard from him?” Bryony asked.

Poppy sighed, tucking the phone at her side, “No, nothing.” 

“Fuck him,” Ava decreed and Bryony shot her a look that said tone it down. “What?” she asked, giving Bryony a confused look.

Taking a seat on the love seat, Bryony brought her drink to her lips, tucking her feet under her. “I’m sure he has a good reason why he hasn’t messaged you.”

“It’s her birthday.” Ava deadpanned, ignoring the second shooting glare Bryony was sending her.

Bryony glanced at her watch, “Look, Cricket came by earlier,” she said referring to one of her best friends and Hollywood stylist, “and she left me some bougie outfits for us to pick through. Though,” she shot a look at Ava, “she says all the pieces have to be returned this time.”

“Pft, I appreciate it more than any snobby rich bitch would have.”

Bryony rolled her eyes, “Anyway, we’ve got an hour until the car comes to pick us up,” she gave Poppy a soft smile, “why don’t we go and get ready for a night of celebrating our darling Poppy and using Dieter’s credit card to open a tab?” she ended with a wink at Poppy who couldn’t help but smile in response.

“Okay,” Poppy agreed before she downed her margarita.

“Woo! That’s the spirit!” Ava applauded, her drink in the air in a one sided toast to Poppy’s change in demeanour. “I saw a super sexy dress that you’ll look to die for in, come on!”

Bryony stood to follow the two women up the stairs to her bedroom, “How much did you go through up there Ava?”

It was over an hour later when they finally got into the waiting car. Situated in the back seats of the luxury Lincoln, Poppy sat in the middle tugged at the dress she was wearing.

“Do you think this is too short?” she asked.

Bryony, head down texting furiously, didn't stop to look up, “First of all, stop tugging it, that’s how the sequins fall off. Second, you look stunning,” the emphasis of the word had her accent coming out thicker than usual.

Ava snorted, “I’ll never get over that accent.” 

Bryony ignored her, “You’re going to be fighting off the attention this evening.”

“Yeah, Dieter doesn’t know what he’s missing.” Ava scoffed, “Oo, actually, selfie!”

Ava extended her arm, holding her phone high to capture all three of them in a frame, everyone leaning in for the shot. Poppy forced a smile as the phone’s camera snapped a series of photos.

“Perfect!” Ava declared as she reviewed the photo, “There we go, maybe now he’ll see what he’s missing out on,” Ava said, scrolling through the pictures and picking one to post on her Instagram story.

Poppy’s phone chimed, breaking the silence that had settled in the car, “Shit, shit, shit, shit!” she cursed as she scrolled through the message.

“What’s wrong?” Bryony asked.

“There’s been a burst pipe at the gallery.” Poppy’s eyes widened as the reality of the situation kicked in. “Oh my God. The artwork! Do we have enough insurance to cover any damages?” she said, speaking more to herself than the other two women.

“Don’t worry,” Bryony reassured, instructing the driver to make a detour. “We’ll stop by, check the situation. This is why insurance was created, you can assess the damage. Then we’ll carry on with our plans.”

“I can’t believe this is happening, today of all days,” Poppy groaned, pressing her palm against her forehead.

“Shouldn't there be someone you pay to deal with this? Your Dieter is loaded, isn't he?” Ava asked, “I thought it was only Bryony’s Dieter who spent money on random shit like farm animals.”

Bryony furrowed her brow and rolled her eyes, a common occurrence with Ava, “First they’re adopted not purchased and second… yeah I got nothing, we have two hippo tables now.”

Poppy’s phone buzzed again; it was a message from Dieter, finally. ‘Just saw the picture Ava posted. Poppy, you look incredible, love you.’ Poppy's heart sank.

“Well, would you look at that,” Ava said, peering over Poppy’s shoulder at the message. “He’s alive after all.”

It didn’t take long for the trio to arrive at the gallery, Bryony instructed the driver to go grab a coffee and she’d call them back when they were ready. Climbing out the three took in the front of the building, the lights were all out. 

“That’s strange,” Poppy remarked as she fumbled in her purse for her keys.

“What’s that?” Bryony asked as she tapped away at her phone.

“Diem was the one who sent the text, but it doesn’t look like anyone is here.” She said as she put the keys in the lock.

Ava, who had her hands cupped to the side of her face peering into glass windows of the gallery, confirmed Poppy’s observation, “Yeah, I’m not seeing anyone.”

Bryony grabbed Ava by the elbow and spoke through gritted teeth, “Maybe it’s out the back, did you think about that?”

Ava’s eyes widened, “Y-yeah, totally probably out the back.”

Poppy, too distracted now with the lock, swung the door open and stepped into the dark of the gallery’s main entrance.

“Hello, Diem?” she called out, cursing as she tugged on her dress and several sequins fell to the floor, “I know, I know Bry.” she said, expecting a scolding from the older woman but when she was met with silence she was confused, “Bryony?” she got no response, “Ava?” silence still. 

Groping in the dark she reached the wall for where she knew where the light switches for the main room were. It took several stabs in the dark until she found the switches, the lights stuttered before they lit up fully, “That’s bet–”

Poppy didn’t get a chance to finish.

“SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

The room was full of friends and family, all beaming smiles as they raised glasses in toast to Poppy.

Dumbfounded, Poppy didn’t notice as Dieter stepped away from the crowd, a bouquet of soft blush poppies in his hand.

“Happy birthday Poppy.” he murmured into her ear, as she noticed the sea of poppies that filled the space that didn’t hold family and friends.

“Dieter, you planned this?”

“Hm hm,” he nipped at her ear as his free hand trailed down from her waist to the hem of her dress, “This is new.”

She caught her breath as his fingers toyed with the hem, his fingers brushing her bare thigh, “Bryony let me borrow it.”

His fingers moved higher, “I think I might be writing her a cheque, because this dress is not going back.”

“Dieter,” Poppy hissed as she pushed his hand back down from under her dress.

He laughed, “Later Pops.”

Placing the bouquet into her hands, Dieter took her face in his hands and leaned in closer, his deep brown eyes captivating hers. His lips were mere inches away from hers and with the same lightness that his fingers had touched her dress he brushed his lips against hers and kissed her. His hands moved slowly to the back of her neck, as if they were meant to be there forever, sending tingles down Poppy’s spine.

He was the one person who could make her forget everything else in the world. Dieter pulled away after a few moments leaving Poppy feeling breathless and wanting more.

“I thought you forgot.” she breathed out, her eyes still closed.

He brushed a thumb over her lips, “How could I forget Pops?” 

“You had me fooled.”

“It would have ruined the surprise, I’m sorry.” He leaned down to kiss her lips again.

She smiled, her eyes now open and looking at his, “It’s okay, you can make it up to me.”

“I can? How's that?” he asked, his head cocked to the side, a coy boyish smile on his face.

“Oh, I can think of a few things.”

#sweet creature #conversations with a movie star #chiffon #poppy x dieter #ava x dieter #bryony x dieter #lovely people are lovely #and deserve a fanfic written for them and them only

[diablademon]

I have finished Whole Cake Island.

And it made me wonder.

Do you think the Charlotte siblings that was born as single children and not in a set gets lonely?

A lot of times it seemed like the siblings in sets where more closer with eachother than with any other siblings. I suppouse it is normal for twins and triplets to be close with eachother.

But with 85 siblings its not surprising if many of them dont really have that siblingbond at all and rarely interact.

Chiffon and Lola was said to be really close that Chiffon didnt actually care if any other of her siblings got hurt if it meant she could help the group that saved Lola in the past.

When Katakuri confronted the guest that wanted to kill Big Mom, Oven and Daifuku came to aid him. And when Katakuri got defeated, Oven wanted nothing else but take revenge on Luffy. He was angry for Katakuri about his undeafeted track record being broken. Everything else that happend seemed to be pushed to the back of his mind.

Amandes sisters were all on nut island that Amande governe. Maybe they all lived there. Smoothie and her sister was sailing together ect, ect.

Meanwhile Pudding didnt seem to be close with anyone except Lola.

She only really talked to the two homies she often seen with.

I wonder if there where more of the siblings that was outsiders like Pudding.

#one piece #charlotte family #charlotte pudding #big mom pirates #one piece pudding #op pudding #pudding #nale babble

[klonoadreams]

Brûlée bonding with Mako over being judged and shunned by other because of having a “scary appearance” and being fully on board with Mako marrying Katakrui from that point. Because not only will Brûlée gain a good sister in law when they marry, but Katakuri will have a partner who accepts him for who he and won’t judge for any superficial reasons like his scars.

Brûlée out here, wanting to get ready to knit baby clothes for her future nieces and nephews, because for once, she sees something VERY happy in the making. This sort of happiness that can give them all a reprieve from Big Mom's bullshit.

I just finished watching One Piece RED, and I genuinely felt the love between Katakuri and Brûlée when he showed up to save her like, FUCK EVERYONE ELSE, I'M JUST HERE FOR MY LITTLE SISTER.

He loves his little sister so much, that he would probably look for a good partner for her if he came across one. He works so hard, for his family.

but seriously, Brûlée just really likes Mako's company, especially since Mako is the type to just read through you sometimes. she CAN very much sense the pain in the Charlotte family.

I mentioned before, and I'll say it again, Mako had the unfortunate luck of being born with her observation haki, and it's part of what almost got her ass born as a premie before her Mama held back and started calming her down when she was in the womb. :V

just...I love Brûlée so much, her and Katakuri make me so fucking emo....

forget about Big Mom, Brûlée just wants her brother to be happy, especially if she notices just how much better Chiffon already is with her own husband and baby.

#ask #one piece #charlotte brulee #charlotte katakuri #mako (oc) #gone fishing (fanfic) #feel free to ask me about mako #suffering lmao

[bloodyknucklesforme]

Don't Blame Me | John 'Soap' MacTavish x F!OC

Chapter 21: Dress

Ao3 | Masterpost

It's just smut

General Tags: Fake Marriage, Eventual Romance, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Slow Build, Canon-Typical Violence

CW: Oral (F receiving), PIV, touch of angst

Words: 1.9k

He had tried to carry her upstairs but compromised on holding her against him instead. She leaned her head on his shoulder and wrapped an arm around his middle. 

It was 9 pm when they got back. Price was still gone. 

His mouth was against her neck sucking soft marks into her skin as she unlocked the front door. 

“Can you wait till we get inside?” She laughed, reaching back to scratch the back of his head. 

“I told you I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.” He murmured against her neck. As soon as they walked through the door, he turned her around and kissed her. He gripped the back of her thighs to pull her closer to him. “This isn’t too much?”

“I’ll let you know,” she whispered, rubbing her nose against his. “I trust you.”

He walked her backward to her makeshift bedroom, mumbling apologies when he bumped her against the doorframe. He pressed the door shut as he pushed her back against it. 

“You look so fucking beautiful, Neen,” He breathed. She blushed hard, looking away as he kissed her cheek. She saw the dress in a store when Price and Gaz took her shopping the other day. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d worn one. It was a light blue chiffon, short sleeves, and a v-neck. 

“He’d lose his mind if he saw you in that,” Gaz said, having crept up behind her. “And that’s saying something since he hasn’t shut up about you. You should get it.”

She rubbed the fabric between her fingers. She found her size and took it to the changing room. She really liked it. She looked in the mirror and smiled. She looked pretty. She looked healthy. She looked loved with flushed cheeks. 

“You like it?” She asked John, tugging on the hem.

“I love it.” He kissed her jaw. “Did you buy it for me? Let me buy you the next one, aye?” 

His hands went up her legs, hiking up her dress with them. She shuddered underneath his fingers. He caught her lips again. He was a sloppy wet kisser and always left her gasping for air. 

“Will you let me spoil you, Nina?” He started sinking down to his knees, his chin resting against her stomach. “I have so much time to make up.”

“John…” She ran her nails over his scalp. He groaned. “I just want you to touch me.” 

He grinned wickedly. He hooked a finger on the side of her panties and slowly tugged them down to the floor, keeping his eyes up at her. 

“If it gets too much or you don’t like it, tell me okay?” He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder. He kissed up her thigh till his head disappeared under her dress. She could feel his breath against her. She whimpered softly. Out of all the new things this was one of her favorites.

She could still remember the way his fingers felt inside her the first time. His breath on her neck as she came that first time. She squirmed as two of his fingers spread her apart. She wondered if he could hear her heart beating from down there. 

She covered her mouth to deafen the cry as his lips wrapped around her clit, sucking gently. He reached up blindly for her and quickly found her hand. She squeezed tightly as his tongue lapped up and down her center. He rubbed her clit with his thumb while he slowly fucked his tongue inside her. 

“John…John!” He pushed a finger inside of her, slowly pumping in and out. His mouth attached to her clit. He wouldn’t let her grow quiet. As she tried to catch her breath, he’d coax a new noise from her. His tongue exploring her greedily. 

Two fingers curled inside her and she clenched down on him, her body jolting as he pressed against that right spot. She banged her head back against the door with a groan. She could feel him chuckle against her. Her knees were buckling.

“Put your weight on me, Neen. I gotcha ya.” He broke to say. She shifted her weight to the leg on his shoulder, inadvertently pushing herself harder against his face. Bastard…

His fingers pressed against her sweet spot with every thrust. She was panting softly, her nails digging into the space between his knuckles. Her chest was heaving as she gasped with every lap of his tongue around her clit. 

“Come on my face, Neen…Please.” He gasped. She moaned loudly, letting her legs give out. He broke their handhold to keep her from collapsing on top of him as she came. Her thighs shook as she cried out his name. He replaced his fingers with his tongue, drinking her down.

He helped her as she sank to her knees. His face was shiny and pink. She leaned against his shoulder panting as she lay between his legs. 

“You like that?” He chuckled. He kissed her cheek. “You taste so fucking good, Neen. Spent the past six weeks thinking about it.” 

She nuzzled his neck, legs still trembling. His hand found hers again and squeezed while his thumb rubbed over her knuckles. 

He could open her up so easily. The glide of his hand over her thigh. She moved to straddle his lap. She still found herself breaking numbly from reality, feeling disconnected and cold. He grounded her. He was real. Everything that happened to them was real. He was still there with his lips against hers. 

“Wrap your legs around me.” He lifted her up and carried her to the cot. He laid her down and climbed on top, settling his arms on either side of her head. “I fucking missed you.”

He kissed down her neck to her chest. He pressed his forehead against her sternum.

“Can I take this dress off you?” He held her hips with the gentlest touch. 

“Wait.” She said. He sat back on his haunches, hands removed. “I want to do it myself.”

He nodded and took a deep breath. She sat up and pulled the dress up slowly. Her hands were shaking. She didn’t know why. He’d seen her naked before. He’d been inside her before. It just felt different. The two of them sitting on this cot in the dim light. They had everything they wanted. 

He groaned as she lifted the dress up and over her head. She let her arms fall to her sides as the dress fell to the floor. His hand glided over her stomach, his face falling to a grimace.

“John?”

“Fuck…Nina, I’m sorry. You’re gorgeous but the last time I saw you like this..” He trailed off, biting back tears. She pulled his head against her chest, kissing his scalp.

“I’m okay. I promise.” She murmured. His hands were unsteady as they rested against her thighs. 

“I thought I was gonna lose you.” He kissed her chest. “Don’t want to let you go now.”

“Don’t. Don’t let go.” She pulled him with her as she laid back down. 

His clothes quickly joined her dress on the floor. She could feel him against her thigh as he hoisted her legs around his waist. 

“Are those the condoms I stole?” She laughed.

“Waste not, want not.” He gave her a wet kiss on the cheek as he rolled the condom on. He rubbed the head of his cock against her, making her squirm. “You ready, Neen?”

She held the back of his neck and nodded. His lips dragged against hers as he slowly pushed in. Her nails dug into his skin and she moaned softly.

He made her feel solid. He tugged her gently into him and reminded her that she was real. Everything about him was real. His leg hair brushing against her, the warmth of his breath in her ear, the press of his chest against hers. 

She kissed the tips of her fingers and pressed them against the scar on his arm. He buried his face in her hair and picked up his thrusts.

The warm stretch around him. The head of his cock brushing against that spot inside her. He left her gasping and moaning.

“Don’t let go,” she mewled. “Don’t let go.”

“Never.” He wrapped an arm around her back and pulled her tight against his chest. She could feel the hum of his heart against her. “I got you, Neen. I gotcha ya.”

Her nails scratched down his back as he groaned. He reached between her legs to rub her clit. She jolted upwards into him.

“So fucking hot,” he chuckled, sucking a mark into her shoulder. “You feel amazing. So good…fuck.”

Tears sprung up in her eyes. He was there. She was safe. They were both safe. His name fell out of her mouth in pleads. Just hold her. Don’t let her go. Please, don’t let go. 

Hold her.

Keep her.

Ground her.

Touch her.

Fuck her.

Be here. She felt like she was hanging above some great body of water, the waves licking at her back. He was keeping her floating just inches above the water. Keeping her from sinking. 

Her breath was catching in her throat as she clenched around him. His thumb pressed harder and moved faster against her clit. Don’t let go.

“Come on, Neen. I want to feel you cum on my cock.” His wet lips smashed against her cheek. She was shaking hard. A croaking sound from deep in her chest reverberated out as she came. She her nails drew blood on his back. His fingers dug into her side, she wanted him to leave a permanent indentation, a sign that he was there. Don’t let go. 

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…Nina…fuck.” He growled, his tongue licking the sweat and tears from her face. He shuddered above her as he came, breathing hard, compressing her between his chest and the cot. “You’re too good for me.”

He collapsed, kissing her neck softly. He wiped his hand off on his thigh before coming up to push back her hair. He looked up lovignly only to see the tears in her eyes.

“Nina, hey.” He sat up, cupping her cheeks. “Did I hurt you? Nina.”

“I’m okay,” She said, covering his hands with hers. “I didn’t think we’d do this again. I missed you.”

“Oh…Neen” He leaned back down and kissed her. “Remember you’re stuck with me. I’ll always be here. Always.” 

He wrapped his arms around her waist and flipped them so she was laying on his chest while he pulled the blanket over both of them.

“If Price doesn’t kill me that is,” he chuckled. He wiped a fallen tear from her cheek. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah. It’s just a lot of feelings,” She smiled, breathing out a laugh. 

He kissed her forehead, dancing his fingers over her back. 

“I need to get dressed before Price comes back.”

“Can you stay?”

“The night?”

“Please.”

“If Price is okay with it.”

“He will be.” She wrapped her arms around him as tightly as she could. “I’m not letting you leave.”

“Can I put some clothes back on ya, first?”

He got her a new shirt and a pair of joggers to slip into while he put his shirt and jeans back on. He stayed above the blanket while holding her, tucked to his side. Bubbles the cow laid smushed between them. 

“Never letting go, Neen. Never letting you go.” He whispered as she fell asleep. She wasn’t afraid of sleeping, not when he was there. Because none of the nightmares were real if he was there. 

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[lale-txt]

i finished watching WCI and i have so many thoughts, i need to yell! i read the arc when it came out week by week back then but apparently i forgot so many things and now i'm just sitting here like... ミ(ノ_ _)ノ brain is fried so this is a mess

so Katakuri, huh. i get it know

it's the bottom lashes and the fangs for me. the voice. also the leather outfit and his height (size kink size kink size kink). i wanna top him so badly

also PEDRO

Oda didn't have to make him so sexy but i'm so glad he did wow

he got the same VA as Roy Mustang and that didn't help with my barely contained lust at all

rip you sexy mf i hope there's catnip in heaven

adds Pedro/Nekomamushi sandwich to my list

got totally slapped in the face with all those Rayleigh in the flashbacks, i shamefully forgot about them and screeched. utter simp behaviour

need Smoothie to crush me between her thighs

i hate how it only took two fics to make me twirl my hair at Perospero and this long tongue of him

Sanji is your sister single

Brook stealing the poneglyphs: "what, like it's hard?"

he deserves to see some panties for that

some episodes were SO long i skipped so much but it wasn't as bad as Dressrosa. rip to the anime only people who sit through that

this arc reminded me once again how much i love Nami for her trust in Luffy and how badass she can yell out commands if needed. queen shit. i love their friendship and bond

also was once again reminded how many allies the Strawhats have. makes me really excited for the final saga when we see them all come together probably?

Luffy smashing that mirror? yeah

Luffy sleeping in Sanji's arms knowing he's safe now? yeah ;;

Luffy and Rayleigh wearing matching coats in the flashbacks and Rayleigh telling him to rise to the top while he thinks about meeting Roger for the first time? screaming crying fainting

Bege being the inofficial supernova's adoptive dad is a hc that will live in my head rent free. he helps them fixing their ties and reminds them of curfew and tells Chiffon how he's worried about them getting into trouble again

Daifuku irritaded the fuck out of me and i wondered why until i realized he looks like someone i once hooked up with lmao (he was a 10 but wore outside clothes in bed so we had to part)

both Dressrosa and WCI reminded me how much i love seeing the Strawhats together. when you read it week by week you only realize looking back that you haven't seen some chars in YEARS

the opening in the latest episodes of WCI was a banger

Vinsmoke brothers said: mansplain manipulate manslaughter ♡

thoughts circling back to Pedro and what an absolute icon he was

still crying

Bepo Sulong form WHEN

absolutely did not google for sexy Pedro sulong form fanart

ok gotta search for Pedro fics now goodbye mwwwah

#lale.txt

[sijashortlove]

We Could Be Heros (Just For One Day)

God, he’s scared. He’s driving to the Cunningham residence in his shitty van, worrying his ass off. It’s prom night, and soon it will be his year. He had waited for this moment since he first failed his senior year. People around him still think it’s weird to see a nineteen or twenty-year-old in high school. Eddie doesn't care, it’s his year. ‘86 baby! 

Before he left, he ran around his bedroom, he didn’t have a suit or any money to rent a tuxedo. He’s wearing his black jeans, thankfully the not ripped knee ones. He’s wearing his chain on his jeans, but what do you wear to senior prom? 

Eddie was thankful for his Uncle Wayne, he had been searching for a suit-type jacket, but he found nothing. It was just before he left, not wearing the suit jacket that Uncle Wayne presented him with an old suit jacket. He was a vintage maroon-red thing, Uncle Wayne said it was from the 70s, and that Eddie should have it. 

“I don’t know,” said Eddie. “Will it even fit me?” 

“Yeah, it will, kid. Turn around,” 

Eddie let his uncle place the suit jacket over him, fixing him up before Eddie turned to face his uncle. “Here, it came with a bow tie.” 

“Right,” Eddie laughed. He’s never worn a bow tie before or even knew how to put on one. “Left your collar and hair up for me.”  

Eddie did so. 

The bow tie was placed and fastened around his collar, which was then put down. Eddie pulled his hair back down, shaking it into place. 

Uncle Wayne stood there, admiring his nephew. Eddie didn’t look like that scared little boy who had been placed on his trailer doorstep all those years ago. Eddie was now a handsome, creative young man, and Uncle Wayne was proud of his nephew. But, in his mind, Eddie was more of his ‘son’ than a nephew. 

“You look really good, Eddie,” 

“Thanks, Uncle Wayne,” he said shyly.

Eddie is now parked outside the Cunningham house, after thinking back on what had happened back at his trailer. His leg is bouncing with energy, and well he’s glad he got there without his van breaking down. 

Eddie bites the bullet and gets out of his van, walking up to the front door of Chrissy’s home. He can’t think of much when he knocks on the door and is standing outside of the door, he’s only got a few days left and then he and Chrissy will graduate and leave Hawkins High forever. He asked her to prom with a stupid letter that he wrote after a session of d&d, and decorated the letter with little designs on the side of the white paper. 

So, he stands there, in his hand me down suit jacket and black jeans with the chain, and the maroon-red bow tie. He’s so nervous, he’s thinking about turning back and avoiding prom, but the door started to open–

“Hey, sorry I’m a little–” he said. 

They’re facing each other, Chrissy is there. She’s wearing a pink prom dress, how very cliche, but with its chiffon ruffles, it’s gorgeous either way. Her hair is curled and there’s a little white flower in her hair. Chrissy took Eddie’s breath away. 

“Do I look okay?” Chrissy said. 

“You–You look so beautiful,” he was stunned.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, mister.” she laughed. “Well, it's an old one. It was my uncle’s,” Eddie laughed. 

“Right, you look different, that’s all. No leather jacket and–” Chrissy cut herself off. 

“We should get going,” Eddie put his hand over Chrissy’s shoulder, leading her down to the van. 

It’s almost like a dream, like a Cinderella moment for both of them as they made their way to prom. Their gym is throbbing with music and lights shining through the windows. Senior boys in tuxes and senior girls in colorful prom dresses made their way to the gym of Hawkins High. 

Eddie parked the van in the parking lot. They were taking in the scene of the night, and their special moment is here right in front of them: 

“Can we sit here for a moment?” he said. 

“Yeah, you okay?” 

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Eddie whispered. “I just keep asking myself what I’m doing here?” 

“Why? You look really good. Ready to go?” 

“I’m so terrified, Chrissy. Everyone is going to think it’s weird that Queen of Hawkins High is going with ‘The Freak’.” 

“They won’t. You look handsome tonight, Eddie,” 

“Really…?” 

She smiled at him. Eddie got out of the van and went around to Chrissy’s side of the van, he helped her out. 

“Thank you. You know you didn’t have to,” 

“It’s fine. Let’s just get this over with.” 

Leading to the gym, Chrissy and Eddie walked behind other teens towards the lights and music. Eddie recognized many of the boys from the basketball team gaping at him and Chrissy. Eddie just wanted to curl up into a ball when they looked at him, going to prom with Chrissy Cunningham. 

Tonya, a girl from the cheerleading squad, came up to Chrissy. “You two look so cute. Are you dating?” Tonya asked weirdly. 

“Uh, no,” said Chrissy. 

“You sure? You two are really cute together!” 

Tonya went away as Chrissy and Eddie reached the gym. The gym looked completely different. Those green and orange colors of the Hawkins tigers were there, in a cheesy (but great) way. It’s magical. They supposed. Chrissy and Eddie stood there, drinking the scene all in. 

“It looks nice, I guess. The decorations and all… God, I’m so nervous…” 

Chrissy stared at Eddie, who looked worried about the other senior boys walking around, having a great time. 

“Don’t worry, you have me…” 

They sat down at a table with a few other senior teens. Eddie knows why his nerves were in full swing tonight, maybe he should have popped a few Ritalin pills before going out. Shouldn't Chrissy be the nervous one, or have they swapped roles? 

“You want to dance?” 

Chrissy looked at the other kids dancing. 

“Not really…” 

“We could wait for a slow song,” he said. “Yes.” 

“Okay–Hey, look—” 

Eddie pointed down at the two thrones, for the King and Queen of the prom are positioned on the makeshift stage. 

“We’re nominated, you know,” Chrissy said, her white eyeshadow looking even more beautiful under the neon blue light shining over them.

“ You’re nominated. I’m just with you,” 

“What?” she looked at Eddie, who was looking down at his suit jacket once more. “Eddie, you really shouldn't doubt yourself. You look beautiful, even better than when I see you in the cafeteria,” 

“Why are you saying all this, boo. I’m just some freak…” 

“No. You’re not,” 

Chrissy did a double shift before leaning close to him. “Come here,” 

As he turned, she kissed him. His eyes closed but soon, they brightened up with glee. All those years of his intense crush on Chrissy were leading up to this moment. If being at prom with her wasn’t enough, this would be the ‘moment’. 

This was it. Chrissy was the one leading the kiss, he was getting deep into the kiss. “Eddie…” 

“Wow! That was just… Wow!” 

Eddie’s eyes welled up with tears which he stopped with the tips of his fingers. “That was my first kiss, actually,” 

“Oh, right…” 

“Chrissy, can I admit something?” 

“Yeah, go ahead,”

Eddie wiped away a lone tear running down his left cheek. “I love you… I just love you so much. I’ve loved you seeing the middle school talent show, you know when my hair was all buzzed and shit. But, it feels different, you know, to be here with you. To make all those fucked up feelings go away… I don’t know what else to say, to be honest.” 

“I feel the same. I mean, seeing you sit there nervous and stuff. It made me feel bad like I was dragging up here. You looked sad, so I kissed you… I hope you don’t mind,” she played with the long white flower in her hair. 

“I liked it! I liked it. I’ll just come out and say it. I, Eddie Munson am in love with Chrissy Cunningham,” 

“Yeah. And, Chrissy Cunningham is in love with Eddie Munson. The Freak Eddie Munson.” 

The ‘slow song’ began to play. It was David Bowie’s “Heroes”. Chrissy and Eddie gazed out at the dance floor. Eddie grabbed her hand–

“You wanna do this?” 

“Yes, you’re my man.”

Eddie leads Chrissy, happily, to the middle of the gym. The lights had darkened and a galaxy of cut-out stars, and a small rented spotlight. They were dancing, and Eddie’s arms are around Chrissy’s waist, all protectively. 

“How can you dance so well?”  

He’s surprised, and he shrugs. He leans down and kisses Chrissy, him leading the way. She’s also surprised and flinches a little. 

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—” 

“Don’t worry, it’s alright…” 

And Eddie leans down and kisses her, longer and deeper this time. 

“ We could be heroes… ” 

Chrissy looks into his eyes as he signs. 

“ Just for one day… ” she adds. 

She put her head against his shoulder, even though she was tiny and he was tall. Chrissy just wanted to remember what this moment was like. 

“Chrissy, what are you gonna do after graduation?” 

“College, I guess,” 

“Where?” 

“I haven’t applied yet, but I’m thinking maybe Chicago. What about you?” 

“New York. Well, anywhere I can study music,” 

“I can visit you if you do go, and well. You can come to Chicago,” 

He smiled down at her. The music was then slowed down. Most of the teens looked at a girl in a chiffon red prom dress, on the stable, at the microphone, and in front of the thrones. 

“Take your seats, everyone, it’s time to vote for YOUR King and Queen! Ballots on the tables!” 

Everyone–including Eddie and Chrissy applauds. They slipped away to their table. “Let’s vote for ourselves, right? Who gives a shit?” 

Chrissy laughs; “That’s cheating!” 

“Who cares!” 

They checked their boxes, without thinking of anything else. Eddie didn’t care if he didn’t win prom king or anything like that. He just wanted to have a good time. 

“Look, whatever happens, tonight, we are King and Queen, just like Bowie says.” 

“I love you, Eddie,” 

The red-dress girl was back on stage, everyone was waiting for the big announcement. It seemed like one minute, but it didn’t matter. “Everyone, everyone… The results were in, and it was very, VERY close…

“Oh.” Chrissy jokes. 

The girl on the stable releases the tension and announces it–

“By FIVE VOTES, our winners are Chrissy Cunningham and Eddie Munson!” 

Everything stopped. There’s a moment of frozen time on Eddie’s shocked face. Everyone is around the couple, senior kids are jumping to their feet, whistling, and applauding. 

They are waving, and Eddie’s hands are shaking. Fuck it, his whole body is shaking. He’s just won motherfucking prom king and guess what! His list is almost complete! 

Eddie leads Chrissy up onto the makeshift stage, his eyes sweeping over the crowd. Everyone is truly happy for him. “Aren’t you glad you voted for us?” 

A male senior places the plastic king crown over Eddie’s head, meanwhile Chrissy had a sash over her body reading ‘Hawkins Prom Queen ‘86’. She had a small plastic tiara on her head and was not holding onto a bouquet the red dress girl had given her. 

The girl went back to the microphone, loud and proud: “Hawkins High, I give you your newly crowned King and Queen of the Prom of 1986, Chrissy Cunningham and Eddie Munson.” 

Both Chrissy and Eddie grinned at each other, before smashing their lips into one other once again. The crowd went wild! 

This is it. This is their year. He’s got it in one bag. This is HIS YEAR. Prom King of ‘86 Baby!   

#hellcheer #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #eddisy #prom au #this took me a while

[peloponnesianminutess]

❛ Friends call me MEG; at least they would if I had any friends. ❜

FULL NAME: megara thebes BASED ON: megara from hercules FACE CLAIM: victoria pedretti GENDER/PRONOUNS:  cis female ; she/her AGE: 27 SPECIES: human OCCUPATION: bartender at the ugly duckling LIVES IN: tsavo - lower class district SIDES WITH: villains (not by choice)

❝ I’m a big tough girl. I tie my own sandals and everything. ❞ ♫ currently playing ♫ : Buzzkill by MOTHICA

☀ Scorpio ☾ Libra  ↑ Taurus 

PERSONALITY TRAITS Positive: confident ◇ brave ◇ resilient ◇ witty Negative: sarcastic ◇ secretive ◇ cynical ◇ stubborn

INTEL Priorities: getting her freedom, not making unnecessary attachments Muse’s soft spot: hercules Greatest strength: selflessness Greatest vulnerability or weakness: letting her past get in the way of her future Muse’s secret: that she gave her soul for a man who betrayed her

PAST Megara grew up in a home as unhealthy as one can imagine. Her mother was out of the picture soon after she was born and being raised by a single father with a distaste for his daughter wasn’t a great start. All they ever did was fight but he certainly showed her how to be tough. She was constantly getting into trouble in school and he never really figured out how to parent her. Meg could do whatever she wanted which was why the day she turned eighteen she was out the door, never to look back. One thing she’d learned from him was how to take care of herself which was why it was so easy for her to find a job and convince a friend to crash on their couch until she got a more permanent place. That’s how she found her infamous ex, they worked together at a diner and started as friends. He was the first person she trusted with her heart, always being weary after watching her father whore around. They moved in together and for once Meg thought about the future. That was until it came to a halt when he got into a car accident and wasn’t expected to make it through the night. She had to figure out some way to save him which was when she found Hades. It was sketchy to say the least but Meg was desperate. Her soul to save his and she signed it away without a second thought. Within a matter of days after his miraculous recovery and release from the hospital she came home to find another woman in their bed. Meg had given away her soul for a man who couldn’t even keep it in his pants and thus became Hades’ errand girl.

PRESENT After leaving her ex and settling into her new life in Los Santos she’s looking for a way out. All she wants is her freedom but how? She does most of the dirty work that Hades’ doesn’t want to but when he doesn’t need her she can be found behind the counter of the Ugly Duckling. The guys that come through there can be a little rough but nothing she can’t handle, some even being people she’s had to deal with before for Hades. That’s where she first caught sight of her next mission, Hercules. His nephew seems to have something he wants and she’s tasked with getting it. There’s a kindness to him that makes her not want to betray him but after being tethered to Hades she’s ready to have her life belong to her again. She isn’t afraid to die but she doesn’t want to be stuck with him for eternity if she does it while he’s the owner of her soul. Right now Meg is doing her best to live her life, blend in, and doing what she needs to in order to get her freedom.

MUSE AESTHETICS ◇ bloody knuckles ◇ white lilies ◇ purple chiffon ◇ 

#about #bio #ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴜꜱ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ₘₑ ( about. )

[azlrse]

Hello, I've been reading your fanfics it's fantastic, I love work. Is it okay if I could request headcannons for Herb, Red Velvet or Pure Vanilla reacting to their their newly born/freshly baked child they just had with their s/o?? Maybe Herb and s/o giving their child a plant based name? It's okay if you don't do this request, or if don't do all the characters listed, but thank you for reading my request! Have a good day/night! :)

Our Freshly Baked Cookie (Herb Cookie/Red Velvet Cookie x GN Cookie!Reader Hcs)

CW: parenthood and fluff, fluff, fluff!!!

A/N: why am I soften up when cookie babies are refered as 'freshly baked cookies'? It's so cute!!

Also edited some parts cause a user just explained how cookie babies were created. Thank you so much!!

Licorice and Almond ver.

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Red Velvet Cookie 🌹

Alright, I know that this guy wasn't fond of having children of his own.

He sees more of his cakes as his own children and doesn't like the cries of a baby.

But his mind changed when you came along, his loving s/o that made their way into his cold stone heart.

The two of you have been dating for a while and despite the ups and downs in the relationship, you two are eventually married (with Dark Enchantress's blessing of course).

It didn't take long for you that you longed to have kids of your own.

You and your husband didn't planned on having a child nor Red Velvet was fond of kids so this made you scared.

After he comes home from a busy day, he would talk about his day but was a bit confused when you became quiet and a bit scared.

"Dear, what's wrong? You've been quieter than usual?"

You carresed your hand a bit and mumbled a short answer.

"I didn't get it, darling. Do you have a stomach ache? Is the jellies I brought it didn't taste well?"

You couldn't hold on to your secret anymore. Your husband deserves to know the truth about you.

"Umm, I want to have a child with you, love and I understand if you don't want one.."

You were kinda upset and embarrassed at that point, embracing for the screams of anger and disappointment your husband's about to bestow upon you.

But it didn't happen, Red Velvet hugs you tightly and spun you around in happiness.

"Are we gonna be parents?! Like no joke, are we having a baby cookie?!"

You nodded happily, causing him to hug you tightly.

"I can't wait to meet the little one, I'm sure that Chiffon and the others would love to have a sibling."

He really did a great job on taking care of you, bringing home some items that you craved so much such as tart pies and jellies.

I would imagine the cakes would snuggle around you if you visited his workplace, that memory imprinted Red Velvet's mind forever.

He even told his allies that him and his lover was expecting a new member of the family. Everyone congratulated the both of you, including Dark Enchantress herself.

When the freshly baked cookie came into Earthbread, Red Velvet was crying tears of happiness. Like I'm not kidding, the strong and fierce Red Velvet Cookie cried at the sight of his newborn son.

The little one was wrapped in a white blanket and he has a small patch of red and white hair and your eyes.

Red Velvet even offered to carry his son while you rested on the comfy and warm bed.

"So, what are you gonna name our little angel?"

"How about Red Peppermint Cookie? Just like his dear father." You spoke as your husband brought back the freshly baked cookie to his crib and hugged you.

"Thank you so much for bringing me happiness. I love you so much, dear."

You giggled while placing a kiss on his head.

"I love you too, Red Velvet."

Herb Cookie 🌱

This cookie is fond of kids! Yes, Herb really loves kids.

Before the two of you got married, you knew that he loves it when the youngsters would visit his garden.

He even stared at the young baby crying one time at the park.

After some time after tying the not with your former boyfriend, now husband, you were excited to tell Herb that there's going to be a new member of the family.

You had a brilliant idea when it comes to surprising your husband that he's going to be a dad.

Buying his most favorite plant and finding a vase that says "Best dad ever!"

"You brought me my favorite plant, my rose. What's the special occasion?"

"Look at the pot, dear."

Long story short, he passed out in happiness as soon as he finds out about the newly found news.

Hands down the best husband ever.

He would offer you some herbal tea if you're tired.

Would love to accompany you when you go out either for walks or to buy something from the market.

Both your friends and cookie peers would congratulate the both of you and wishes the two of you luck for your upcoming parenthood.

I'm gonna say that he's advancing buying small dresses and baby shoes for his newborn. He loves spoiling his first born.

During the baking of your newborn, Herb was really worried for you.

Also passes out when he heard the baby's cries. Which several of his friends came rushing to take him to a nearby seat.

Herb was in awe when he finally saw his daughter for the first time, wrapped in a pink fluffy blanket.

Dark green hair and your eye color, the perfect combination of her parents.

"What's her name, my rose?"

You're about to speak but was cut off when your daughter cried.

Both of you are trying to calm her down when a piece of a rosemary plant landed on the top of your daughter's forehead.

The plant's scent calmed her down and proceeded to fall asleep once again

Herb and his spouse looked at each other and an idea formed in their head.

"How about Rosemary?"

"Rosemary Cookie..sounds like a perfect name, my rose." <3

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[kiatheinsomniac]

Oh pls pls i think dis is going to be amazing

Can u write a smut with those prompts

" Does that feel good?" "it feels good" "it feels good?" "really, really good"

"You have no idea how turned on am I right now, have you?" "I've got a pretty good idea" with ezio pls???? It would make yo...I mEAN ME very happy 🥺💥💳

I see how it is... ;)

NSFW below cut

Little lights in all sorts of colours danced around your small bedroom. They reflected off the various trinkets that you had stolen to fix to the walls or hang from the ceiling. Antique and expensive books rested in stacks around the sides of the room. Chiffon curtains danced gently in the breeze that was coming in from the half-open window. Chimes sang softly from the curtain rail and incense sweetened the scent of the room with lily of the valley.

You were laid back on a mass of silken pillows, some of which had fallen from the bed. They were woven into mesmerising patterns in bright colours, as was the silk sheet that covered the lower section of the bed, creasing under your bodies. All of these were stolen too - the cases, that is, the pillows would have been a little too hard to get away with without honesty.

Ring-covered fingers tangled into dark hair as your head fell back, whining at the attention you were receiving. You looked back downwards into the eyes of the assassin who was lapping between your legs as though he’d die otherwise. You were met with dark and smouldering eyes as he took your clit into his mouth and sucked, causing you to let out something like a squeal at the pleasure.

“Does that feel good?” He asked with a smirk, lips brushing against your slick womanhood. You could tell by that look on his face that he knew the answer already and that only made you want to grind down against him even more.

“It feels good…” You replied breathlessly, nodding your head and feeling your torso sink down into the silk pillows even more.

“It feels good?” He raised a brow, moving back a little to rest his head against your thigh as watch as his two fingers disappeared inside your heat. A lewd moan slipped past your lips at feeling those same fingers curl up against your sweet spot.

“Really, really good.” You whined. He pressed a kiss to your clit as he slipped his fingers back out, making you pout at the loss of him inside of you. He crawled up your body, taut muscle pressing to your own skin. Your hands greedily ran over each toned part of his torso, wishing to steal him away and keep him in your room, in your bed, like so many other things you had stolen simply for pleasing your eyes.

His lips captured yours in a slow but searing kiss, his tongue teasing you before he kissed along your jaw and just below your ear in order to huskily whisper:

“You have no idea how turned on I am right now, have you?” Only to groan when your wandering hands cupped his clothed groin, squeezing his dick through his breeches. A low laugh tickled your throat at hearing his sudden reaction.

“I’ve got a pretty good idea.” He looked up to meet your eyes, shooting you a curious look at finding the fire within yours. He way well have been stronger than you, but you were nimbler and in no time you were out from under him, making him look back over his shoulder at you. You used his own weight to send him onto his back, getting over him to straddle his hips.

You hurriedly untied his breeches to free his dick, wrapping your hands around it to begin pumping up and down the shaft, thumb caressing over its head to spread the precum beading there. A low groan left his mouth and his head tilted back, eyes still on you, flickering down to your bare breasts as his hands came up to cup and squeeze them.

You bit your lower lip to hide your playful smile. Here was this grand assassin, half-naked in bed and at the mercy of an agile little thief in the shadows.

“Beg.” You whispered, watching him raise his brows before he smiled.

“I don’t beg.” He replied, head tilting a little as he glanced over your body once more.

“You’ll beg me.” You replied. His right hand left your breast to rest at the base of your throat, fingers curling around your neck but not pressing down, not yet. This was a warning.

“Will I?” He sounded so sure of himself.

“You came here for information.” You released his dick from your hands and shifted up a little so that you could grind down on it, not taking him in just yet, your wetness spreading over him. “I named my price and here you are, more than eager to pay, part of that price,” You leaned down so that your lips hovered just beside his ear, “so beg me, mighty assassin of Firenze.” You sat back upright, fingertips dancing along his sculpted torso so delicately. His chest fell as though he had been holding his breath.

“Please.” He whispered and you hummed, pressing your palms down and letting him feel your stolen rings and soft fingers push into his skin.

“You can do better.” You mused, grinding your hips down gentler than before, showing how ready you were to withdraw if you didn’t get what you wanted.

“Please… I need you…” His hands slid down your sides to grip your hips.

“What do you need from me?” Your smile ever-growing, moaning softly as your hips continued to move against his.

“Fuck me, please.” You hungrily lapped up the look of desperation in those eyes that had arrived at your door with such a cool confidence in them. You began in a sing-song tone:

“I don’t kno-” And a gasp was torn from your lips when you were suddenly flipped over entirely, face being pushed down into one of the silken pillows, your power lost alongside his patience. You felt his chest press against your back, breath fanning over your neck. His legs worked between yours to spread them apart, arm wrapping around your waist to pull you up onto your knees.

“If you’re not satisfied with my begging, perhaps you should show me how it’s done.” You moaned quietly at feeling his manhood brush against your slit, swiping from your entrance to your clit and back.

You remained quiet until you whined at the feeling of him ever so slightly pressing into you and then withdrawing.

“Please.” You sighed out in a whisper, feeling his arm snake under your torso to pull you back against his body.

“You’re going to have to be louder, I think.” He teased, pressing hot and wet kisses to the nape of your neck.

“Please, please, I want to feel you inside me!” Your head tilted back on his shoulder so that you could just see him out of the corners of your eyes.

“Better.” And you gasped as he suddenly filled you to the hilt, hearing his breath catch from behind you. He eased you gently down to the bed, bending you over before him and peppered kisses across your shoulders before he began thrusting his hips into you. He started slowly, gently, as if testing the waters but you weren’t as patient, pushing your hips back to meet his and reaching one arm behind you for your fingertips to brush against his lower abdomen.

“Harder…” You moaned, “Don’t bother easing things…” He didn’t need to be told twice as, soon enough, his thrusts were pushing you up the bed slightly, slamming his cock deep into you over and over. As moans flowed freely from your kiss-swollen lips, your thoughts flickered to the half-open window for a moment before Ezio’s hand reached beneath you to caress your clit and suddenly not a thought filled your mind as a white-hot heat flowed in waves from your core to each part of your body, crashing at the borders of your curling toes and grasping fingertips.

Much to your pleasure, he didn’t ease up on you at all, overstimulating you through one intense orgasm towards another. Your hips frantically pushed back into his thrusts as your knees threatened to give out from under you, feeling Ezio’s hands grip harder at your hips, guiding you into a rhythm that was quickly losing its tempo as your bodies met, the sound of hitting flesh resounding throughout the room, joining the melody of the windchimes.

One hand abandoned your hip while the other pushed down on the nape of your neck, pinning you in place as a loud drawn-out groan left Ezio’s lips, followed by the feeling of his hot seed hitting your back. You let out a small ‘oof’ at suddenly being crushed under his weight, sweaty bodies pressed to each other.

“Oh, you definitely earned that information.” You muttered between pants and you felt his amused smile against your shoulder.

“I do believe I have a greater thirst for knowledge after this…” He mused, fingertips gently brushing against a bruise on your neck. You smiled at the words, his colloquial way of asking if he could return often.

“In which case I have plenty of books for us to go over…”

“Are they stolen too?”

“Everything in this room is.” You laughed a little as you looked over your shoulder slightly to meet his eyes. He sat up a little to allow you to rest on your side instead. Your fingers landed at his collarbone before tracing down to the centre of his chest, feeling how his heart had yet to slow down. “And I have my eyes set on what I want to steal next…”

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[alice-angel12x]

Twisted wonderland Food Fantasy Au

Inspired by @ira-hydrangea Go check out their stuff! Their Food Fantasy Au is really interesting

Far away in the distant land of Tierra, a place of beauty, wonder, magic, and Great Danger. Many fallen angels roam the land, hunting and snuffing out any life insight. When all hope seemed lost, the Magic Academy discovered a new breed of souls lying dormant within “Food”. In a race against time, the scientist began to research and develop a powerful Magic Crystal that could awaken the souls lying dormant in food. Through countless failures, they finally succeeded in awakening these Food Souls.

With their help the balance of light and dark became balanced. Soon Food Souls began common among humanity, as aids to humans in many fields. Mostly in the cooking ones.

Among the many chiefs across Tierra, among the top chiefs is the talented Y/n. They were regarded very highly by commoners and royalty alike. All would travel far to even taste their food. Many even order their food to be delivered from all across the Land

Know one would wonder, how could one cook keep up with such high demands. Well, they had many Food souls to aid them, one could only question how they remember all of them. All their personalities, likes and dislikes, and flaws.

Well if you were to ask their food souls, you would learn that their beloved master attendant is a kind and compassionate human they treasure dearly. Which adds a warm charm to the Restaurant.

The restaurant was packed as usual as the Food souls rush about waiting tables, while Y/n and many other food souls swiftly make all the orders in the kitchen. As The food was being put out and delivered, the satisfied smiles of the customers could be seen everywhere.

On a small stage food soul, Blue Cheese and Chiffon cake filled the room with beautiful music. At one of the tables, there was a group of fancy young women of high nobility. Enjoying their food and loving the attention from the handsome food soul Junmai Daiginjo.

The ladies giggled and fawned over the flirty food soul as he entertained the guests. As he half-listen to the Nobility, he noticed his master attendant walking about, checking up on the guests and their food souls. He smiled warmly as they approached his table, he slowly sat up as Y/n smiled back.

“Junmai Daiginjo, Sea Bream Sashimi needs help to bring in some supplies. Could you please help him?” Y/n asked.

“Alright, only because you asked me, master Attendant,” Junmai whispered in Y/n’s ear.

“Thank you Junmai,” Y/n smiled innocently.

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As the sun traveled across the sky, as the guest slowly left, the Food souls closed the Restaurant. Y/n sat on the patio and stared up at the stary night sky of the light kingdom. As the night wind blew through their hair, Milk Tea interrupted the silence.

“Master Attendant, I brought you some warm milk,” The young food soul smiled.

“Oh, thank you Milk Tea,” Y/n smiled. “ How is everyone? Are they all resting?”

“Most of them, though Salad demands your attention,” Milk Tea giggle softly.

Y/n a small smile they got up to head back inside when suddenly the sound of thundering hooves caught their attention. But before Y/n could even turn to Milk tea had already stood between the horses and Y/n, using herself as a shield.

“Milk Tea?!” Y/n gasped.

“Master Attendant!” Brownie cried out as he ran towards Y/n. His hands outstretched to them.

Before they could entirely comprehend what was happening, Y/n suddenly woke up in a dark void. Only to be lit up with blue fire as light suddenly burst and temporarily blinded them. Y/n quickly stepped away from the fire and quickly looked around their strange new surrounding.

“Where am I? Milk Tea! Brownie!?” Y/n called “ Anyone!”

“Master Attendant!” A crowd of voices answered.

Y/n looked around to see where the voices came from but didn’t find anyone. “Down here, on your hip,” Said the familiar voice of Brownie.

Looking down they noticed a small chain on their hip, and attached to it were small keychains. Each one resembles each of their Food Souls.

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[littlemissnoname13]

Take me. Wreck Me. Ruin Me.(Draco Malfoy x Reader)- 18+

Summary: You used to work as a maid at the Malfoy Manor before the war and you still visit every day after the war because you don’t want Draco to be all alone. In between all this, he develops a dark kind of fixation with you.

Warnings: smut, derogatory terms daddy kink-ish, dom!draco, spanking, maid outfit, mature language and themes, 18+, reader discretion is highly advised, all acts are consensual and a safe word is in place

A/n: back with more filth. My first venture into Daddy kink and maid uniform smut so….idk how I feel about this fic🥸 but, you have been warned HAHA.

“Would you like a cup of tea, Draco?” 

Draco immediately slammed his book shut, tossed it carelessly on the kitchen counter and looked up when he heard your voice. 

You were bare feet in your grey chiffon dress yet again. 

Every time you wore that Dress, Draco would have to remind himself to not stare at the hardened nipples peeking through the sheer fabric. 

Freshly picked delphiniums were tucked under one of your arms and your face was flushed from the humidity. 

“Sure.” He finally said.

You gave him a nod and walked towards the kitchen sink to fill up a vase with water. 

Draco secretly observed the way you arranged the delphiniums on the vase before placing it near the window. You hummed absentmindedly as you did so the sound of your voice raised vibrations on his skin. 

You were always there at the Manor after his parents moved away after the wizarding war. 

After Narcissa’s departure, you were under no obligation to be there but you still came every day without fail. 

You made him tomato basil soup, you arranged the books in his library, you potted flowers in vases, you made the lonely walls of the manor feel more like home. 

“Sugar?” You asked after pouring steaming hot tea into his mother’s fine China tea cups.

He nodded and watched you stir a spoonful of sugar into his cup. 

“Oh—I think the spiced tea cakes that I left in the oven are done now.” You announced enthusiastically before slipping on oven mitts and tying an apron to your waist. 

“You know you don’t have to do all this for me y/n.” Me mumbled with his eyes glued to you. 

“But I want to.” You said. 

Your skirt was riding up your body giving him the perfect view of your arse and the way your barely there knickers covered your cunt.He thought you were doing it on purpose—trying to get him worked up for no reason. A tease. That's what you were. 

“If you’ll excuse me.” He muttered through gritted teeth and reached for his book before storming off into the library. 

Draco did that a lot.

He’d be talking to you normally and then in the blink of an eye, he’d storm off furiously in the opposite direction. The sudden change in his demeanor always made you wonder if you were doing something to upset him. 

Maybe he really didn't want you there at the manor after all. 

You decided to give the man one last benefit of the doubt and walked outside to the gardens. The hedges and the grass looked like they could use some watering anyway. 

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When he watched you from the window of his library, you were simply watering the hedges and bushes. Then, you reached for your wand that was being used to gather your hair up into a knot and turned the garden sprinklers on with a clever swish. 

The sprinklers went off in all different directions and you got splashed in the process. 

Instead of trying to dry yourself, you walked right towards the source of water, leaving him surprised. 

The late afternoon sunlight made the water droplets covering the exposed parts of your body look like a million glittering crystals. Your clothes were soaked and sticking to your body, giving him a better view of where your curves started and ended. 

Your dress was even more see-through when damp. He could tell because he’d never before noticed the prominent swell of your breasts and the colour of your pert nipples. 

Goddamn woman. 

A part of him wanted to continue to watch you while he stroked himself. It wasn’t something he hadn't done before. He’d stroked himself almost every day when you first started coming to the manor with your sweet smile and tea making abilities. 

But he wanted something more. Seeing you walking about in the garden, all drenched and beautiful made him crave more. 

Draco walked out of the shadows of his library and ran down the stairs till he was in the garden, in front of you. 

Your eyes were closed and you were slicking your wet hair back as water continued to fall on your face, making his throat close up like he was suddenly thirsty. Thirsty to drink the water dry from your lips. 

“Draco?” You said his name out loud in surprise when you found him standing in front of you.

“Yes y/n?” He murmured softly as he grabbed you by both of your shoulders and pulled you towards him

“W-What are you doing out here?” You barely managed to utter as his face drew closer and closer to yours. You’d thought about this moment over and over in your mind and now that it was finally about to happen, you didn't know what to do or even say. You were just so eager.

The second you asked him that question, Draco backed away and ran his finger through this now damp blond hair. “I’m sorry, this was—this was a terrible idea.” 

“Draco, wait.” You pleaded, reaching for his hand. “ Please just wait.”

“Don’t.” He said icily, retreating this hand back. This wasn't the first time he’d backed away from almost kissing you. Something always held him back. 

“Why won’t you kiss me Draco?” You asked, feeling all frustrated at him. 

“Because I can’t—”

“Why not?”

“Because you pick delphiniums y/n! You walk around in your annoyingly sexy little dresses, you ask me about my day when no one bothers to..” He cried out loud and pulled you into his arms. “you make this haunted manor feel less lonely and I—”

“And you?”

“And I’ll fucking ruin this alright?—ill ruin you if i kiss you.” He sounded furious as he said this. His ring clad fingers cupped your face aggressively as he looked into your eyes.

He looked terrifying, like he had a certain type of darkness lurking inside of him. 

But at the same time, he sounded fucking seductive, nearly inviting.

“Try me.” You challenged him. “Take me. Wreck me. Ruin me. I don't bloody care! I just want you.”

After the words left your lips, Draco smiled an ominous kind of smile and raked his fingertips into your hair, gripping hard. 

“Are you sure, my love?” He raspily whispered into your ears.

“Do your absolute worst, Malfoy.” You said firmly. You had no idea what you had gotten yourself into but the thrill of it all sent adrenaline rushing through your veins. 

Draco carried you inside and tore the soaking wet dress off your body before you could even process the gravity of your words. 

He held your hands and placed them flat on the marble kitchen counter before hooking his index finger into the elastic of your panty. 

“Can I?” He whispered into your ears and you just chewed on your bottom lip and nodded in response as he slowly slid the frail and lacey fabric off you. 

He lazily inserted a finger inside your exposed cunt and smirked to himself when he noticed that your dress wasn’t the only thing wet about you. The smirk on this face only widened when you pushed your hips back and let out a loud moan when he pushed his fingers deeper. 

“If you want me to stop anytime in between all this..just say Delphinium.

“Yes...Draco...”  You sighed and continued to push your hips back, trying to angle yourself so that his fingers would continue to hit that one spot inside of you. 

“That’s not my name darling…” He chuckled darkly before removing his fingers completely from your core and you instantly began to whine at the emptiness. 

“Draco...Please….” You whined as you watched him lick his fingers clean before grabbing you by the neck so he could pull your face close to his. 

“That's not how it works bunny…” He murmured, tightening his grip around your neck. 

“Please...Daddy…” You whined and he slowly let go of your throat. His hands kept roaming all over your sides until they finally reached your breasts. 

Draco started to pepper kisses along your neck and shoulders while he took both breasts in his hands and started to caress and massage. 

Your eyes kept rolling to the back of your head with each squeeze and with every little pinch on your taut nipple. 

“Open those eyes for me.” He demanded and your eyes instantly fluttered open. You were met with the sight of your reflection on the big glass window of the kitchen. The one near the vase of delphiniums.   “You're going to watch yourself as you fall apart on my fingers.” 

You bit back a moan as he fucked you with his fingers again while this thumb rubbed circles on your clitoris. 

“Gods y/n..look at yourself..” He groaned into your ears. “So fucking...sexy..my filthy fucking whore…”

“Daddy..Please..”

“Tell me y/n..” He drawled as he let his free hand caress the smooth skin of your arse. “Tell me what you are…”

“A whore…” you whispered almost inaudibly 

“Say it louder.” He spat as he struck your arse. “Tell me what you are.” 

“A whore..” You whimpered when you felt the sting of his hands. “I’m a whore..” 

“That’s right…now be a good girl and count for me….can you do that for me bunny?”

You swallowed whimper as when you felt him strike you again at the very same spot. The sting, slowly morphing into a tingling sensation. 

“One...”

“Do you know how many times I’ve had to stroke myself because of your goddamned dress?” He growled into your ears while his hands gently caressed the rapidly redding skin of your arse cheek, prepping the area for another spank. 

“Two…”

“That’s right bunny…” He murmured against the skin of your neck, baring his teeth to suck in a hickey. All the while, his fingers kept pumping in and out of you. “While I watched you water the flowers in the garden from my library… I thought  about fucking your pretty little cunt against my desk…”

“Oh fuck….Three..”

“I thought about pressing you against my bookshelves and taking you from behind....” He said while his hands spanked you for the fourth time. 

“F—Four….”

The pace of his fingers going in and out of you increased drastically and he cleverly used his thumb to rub consistent and well timed circles on your swollen and puffy clit. 

“I’m going to…...oh fuck..im…”

“My pretty little pet…..” He praised you. “Go on...Cum on daddy’s fingers.”

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Ah. There it was. Your old maid uniform. 

It has been folded away inside your closet after Lucius and Narcissa left. 

You let your fingertips brush against the soft and silky black fabric as a rather unholy idea started to corrupt your mind. 

You knew very well that the dress would drive Draco nuts. 

And so, you smoothed the silky fabric of your black dress one last time after slipping it on and matched the whole outfit with platform mary jane shoes and ruffled knee-high socks.  

After securing the bow at the back and sprtizing on some perfume, you apparated to the Malfoy Manor. 

“Someone’s early.” Draco drawled lazily as he walked out from his bedroom, shirtless. His messy hair was falling into his eyes and you could easily make out the ripples of his toned abdomen and his v-line. 

“Am I?” You asked, slowly walking towards him with your heels clicking. 

“Yeah, you are usually only here after nine—not that I’m complaining I'm just—” His voice broke off as you came into view. Draco paused and scanned you from top to bottom for what felt like the longest time. 

“I haven’t seen you wear this in a while.” He finally said with a blank look on his face. 

“I know.” You replied, sounding surprisingly brattier than you felt. Approaching him at a teasingly slow pace, you allowed your fingertips to trail along his torso to the elastic of his trousers. “But then again, I like this outfit...Don’t you?”

“I do too.” He replied with his voice hoarse as he watched you walk into the kitchen and fill the kettle up with water. 

“Tea?” You asked sweetly. He knew you were doing this on purpose. He knew you weren't just innocently bending over to pick up that sachet of earl grey tea that you’d just dropped. 

“Enough.” He muttered with his jaw clenched. His eyes were still glued to you as he walked to the kitchen counter. “That’s enough.”

“So you don’t want tea?” You asked, looking up at him through your lashes while you poured the warm beverage into a teacup. 

“I don't.” Draco grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you towards him. “Oh I want something else from you bunny…” He guided your hands towards his trouser and you felt it. He was hard, so incredibly hard. 

“Draco…” You gulped and he grabbed you by the waist and placed you on top of the kitchen counter—knocking the vase with the Delphiniums over. 

He wrapped his hands around your neck and squeezed hard before striking you across the face. “Look at you, acting all innocent…”

You smiled at him through the singing sensation you felt on your cheeks. It was so strange. 

He was saying all these degrading things to you and yet, those words only made you more wet than you already were. 

Draco pried your legs open and tore your knickers off you. He then lined himself against your entrance and looked at you, you licked your lips and nodded. 

“Oh god….Fuck…” You whimpered when you felt him push inside. 

“Fuck....you feel so great bunny….”Draco let out a hiss from his teeth and started to move.

 And as he began to push himself in and out, you began to claw at his shoulders and scream out his name.

“That ought to keep you quiet.” He chuckled, gagging you with what remained of your lace knickers. 

A tear rolled out from the corner of your eye as he fucked you harder and harder against the kitchen counter littered with parts of the broken vase and delphiniums. 

This man was going to Take you. Wreck you. Ruin you. 

And you didn’t want it any other way. 

FIN.

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[the-bau-quinjet]

I've Always Loved the Rain

Summary: Request! Y/N can manipulate the weather, but sometimes her emotions get the best of her. What happens when Bucky brings his girlfriend to Tony's garden party?

Warnings: nothing except some angst!

Word Count: 2086

a/n: I really did have fun writing this! Thank you for sending it my way :)

Masterlist

"Are you ever going to tell him?" Wanda's thoughts appeared in your head causing your head to snap in her direction. "You've been staring at him for the past ten minutes."

"Actually, it's only been 8 minutes. And, no. I do not plan to ever tell him because that would be wildly embarrassing, and he would hate me forever." Your own thoughts were easily heard by the witch.

Before she could try to convince you, you got up and left the living room. You and Bucky have been friends since you joined the team. Everyone, barring Bucky, has told you how you must be special because Bucky has never trusted anyone as quickly as he started trusting you.

There may have even been a point where you thought he could've possibly returned your feelings, but that was before he started dating Perrie.

"Y/N, you can't keep running away from me." Wanda called out as she approached your room.

"I'm not running. I just have get ready for Tony's party." You rolled your eyes. You've never been one for parties, but you'd rather just go than have to deal with Tony complaining about you missing it.

"Oh, you mean the party Perrie is going to?" Wanda questioned from your doorway.

"Shut up! Someone could hear you." You quickly pulled her into the room, glancing down the hall before closing the door. "I don't care that she's coming. It's fine."

"I know you're pouting, even if you refuse to look at me." Wanda obviously saw right through your bullshit.

"Wan, he's my friend. I just want him to be happy, and if Perrie makes him happy then so be it." You resigned yourself to having to watch Bucky and Perrie together. "Just, promise me you won't say anything."

You nearly begged her, knowing she didn't agree with your method of bottling everything up.

"You're my friend. I want you to be happy too." She tried to avoid your request.

"Wanda, please." You nearly had tears in your eyes. You couldn't make it through this party if Bucky knew about your feelings. "I can't think about it. Tony will kill me if I ruin his perfect weather."

You joined the Avengers after Steve and Nat found you during one of their missions. You saw the two of them trying to sneak into a hydra base, but they had no way of approaching without being spotted.

In a moment of bravery, or stupidity really it could've gone either way, you ran up to them and offered to help. You managed to create enough of a storm that they could get inside without being noticed.

When they came back out, they offered for you to join them figuring someone who could manipulate the weather would be a good teammate to have.

"Oh, Y/N." She pulled you into a hug in an effort to comfort you. "I won't bring it up, I promise." She squeezed you tightly before letting go. "Now, let's pick out an outfit that'll have Barnes regretting not asking you out."

You shook your head at her playful laugh, but agreed with her nonetheless. If this is what it took for her to stay quiet, you'd do it.

-

The sun was still high in the sky when you made it out to join the party. Summer nights always seemed to last forever, the sun not fully setting until nearly 9.

A few clouds dusted the sky, but Tony really did have the perfect weather for his garden party.

You looked around, trying to locate a familiar face. Finally spotting Nat and Wanda, you made your way through the gardens to greet them.

"Y/N, you look incredible!" Nat cheered as you approached.

Wanda convinced you to wear a pale purple two piece set. The classy lace outer layer of your skirt fell to mid calf, the lining ending just above your knee. The top was cropped to end mid stomach. Perfectly matching the skirt, a form fitting lining was covered in a flowy lace layer.

"Thank you. You both look amazing, as usual." Nat wore a black midi dress with a slit. Wanda opted for a flowery yellow dress with buttons up the middle.

You fell into an easy conversation, discussing anything and everything you could think of to keep your mind busy.

"Ladies, looking good!" Sam complimented the three of you as he, Steve, and Vision approached. Vision immediately swept Wanda away to dance.

"You're not so bad yourself, Wilson." You laughed. "Steve, you're very dapper this evening."

"Thank you. Care to dance?" Steve held his hand out for you. Knowing Sam was seconds away from convincing Nat to dance with him, you nodded in agreement.

You couldn't help but smile as he lead you around the dance floor Tony had set up. The party had been going surprisingly well so far.

"You really do look amazing tonight." Steve broke the silence, smiling down at you.

"You're too sweet." You brushed it off, looking over his shoulder as you blushed.

"I mean it." He spun you around, eliciting a surprised chuckle from you.

Your smile fell when you spotted Bucky and Perrie by the bar. He wore khakis and a pink button up, something you were certain Perrie picked out to match her pink chiffon dress.

You were shocked to find his eyes on you. He looked sort of angry, but you hadn't the slightest idea why.

"I don't know what Bucky's doing with her." Steve followed your line of sight, commenting on the couple.

"He's happy." You turned away from Bucky, heart aching just from looking at the two of them together. You tried to mask the pain in your voice, but Steve saw through it.

"He's not. He might think he is, but Perrie... she's not right for him."

"What do you mean?" You shouldn't have asked, but you craved more information about Bucky.

"She just doesn't understand him. Not like you do." Steve's words hurt you more than they helped.

"Steve, he chose her." You could feel the tears brewing. You didn't notice as the sky got darker and darker. "I have to go."

You turned to walk away from Steve and the conversation only to walk directly into Perrie.

"I'm so sorry!' You quickly wiped your eyes, avoiding the concerned look Bucky was giving you. He lightly grabbed your elbow when you tried to walk past them

"Y/N?" The way he said your name had you frozen. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I, um, I have to go." You pulled your arm from his grasp, again trying to get away.

"No, Y/N-" Bucky's plea for you to talk to him was cut off by Perrie.

"James, we're supposed to be dancing." She whined, pulling on his right arm.

"It's fine, Bucky." Your face contorted into a tight smile. "Dance with your girlfriend." Your vision blurred as you tried to push your way through the crowd.

Nat found you first, pulling you off to the side of the party and gesturing for Wanda to join you both.

"Y/N, what happened?" Natasha tried to coax any bit of information out of you. You ignored the question, focusing instead on trying to control your tears.

Your powers, although you could mostly control them, were tied to your emotions. If what you were feeling manifested itself in the weather, it was almost impossible for you to regain control.

One tear finally fell from your eyes, a matching raindrop falling from the sky.

"Y/N? Why don't we go inside?" You managed a nod, breaths coming out shaky as you tried not to completely lose control.

You were only a few steps from the main entrance to the gardens when everything fell apart.

"Y/N?" Bucky called from a few feet behind you.

Just the sound of his voice caused the delicate balance you had achieved to shatter.

Your tears overflowed, thunder cracking in the sky. The thought of ruining Tony's part only made you cry harder.

The rain fell fast and heavy instantly soaking everyone outside. You stayed frozen, listening as everyone shrieked and ran to get out of the rain.

"You guys should go inside." You spoke softly to Nat and Wanda, gesturing for them to go without you.

"Are you sure?" Nat looked past you at Bucky before meeting your eyes again.

You nodded. "I mean, I'm already soaked." The rain continued to fall mixing with the tears on your cheeks.

They each gave you a quick hug before running to get inside.

"Y/N?" Bucky called again when you still hadn't turned around.

You took a deep breath trying to prepare for this conversation before you turned to face him. He was soaked, his hair sticking to his face despite his efforts to push it off.

"I'm sorry." You whispered so softly, you weren't even sure he could hear it over the rain.

"Don't do that." Bucky shook his head.

"What?" You scrunched your face in confusion.

"Apologize for your feelings." He spoke gently as he walked up to you.

You huffed a laugh. "Well, I was more so apologizing for the rain."

"I've always loved the rain." He shrugged, turning his head up to the sky. He stayed like that for a minute just letting the rain wash over him.

"I think I've always loved you." More tears fell as you admitted the truth. You closed your eyes in an effort to hide from his reaction.

"Y/N, look at me." Bucky pleaded, but you squeezed your eyes shut tighter and shook your head.

"Y/N, please." His hand came up to rest on your cheek, the other resting on your waist. He ran his thumb back and forth over your cheek coaxing you to open your eyes.

Your eyes fluttered open despite your best efforts to keep them closed. You had to blink a few times to clear the raindrops from your eyelashes.

"I love you too."

You searched his eyes for any signs that he was lying, but all you could find was sincerity.

"What about Perrie?" You couldn't help but ask, even if you'd rather forget about her entirely.

"I broke up with her the second she whined about me trying to make sure you were okay."

"You broke up with her because of me?" Your mouth fell open, eyes trained on Bucky's. He nodded sheepishly, but maintained eye contact.

"You're the most important person in the world to me. I probably should've realized what that meant sooner." He looked down, a pink tint blossoming on his cheeks. "She was actually the one who pointed out to me that I'm in love with you..."

"She said that?" Your jaw dropped even farther.

"Yeah. It was really Steve agreeing with her that clued me in though."

"You really love me?" You felt the need to verify what you had already heard. The rain lessening to a slight drizzle went unnoticed by both of you.

"I really, really do." He still held your face in his hand, now leaning his forehead against your own.

"Say it again." You whispered.

"I love you." He said the words quietly, but the meaning behind them was deafening.

"I love you too."

Your lips collided in a passionate kiss, years of hidden emotion coming out.

The rain clouds disappeared entirely, the sun set now visible in bright shades of pink and orange.

You finally pulled back when the need for air overcame your need for Bucky.

Your smile faded slightly, eyes showing a slight fear. Bucky noticed immediately, his own nerves growing.

"What's wrong?"

You gestured to the now empty gardens.

Aside from everything being soaked, the wind did a number on the decorations. Tables and chairs were overturned, plates and glasses smashed on the ground. The lanterns that had been hung were now strew across the ground in various states of destruction.

"Tony's going to be so mad at me!"

"He'll forgive you." Bucky stated with confidence.

"How can you be so sure?" You eyed him with furrowed brows, still nervous about facing Tony.

"He's forgiven worse, Doll. Trust me." Bucky eagerly awaited the moment you understood what he was saying.

Your eyes went wide, mind blanking on how to respond. That is, until Bucky smiled brightly at you.

"You've always told me joking about it can help. Figured I'd give it a try."

The two of you burst out laughing before slowly making your way inside, hand in hand and soaking wet.

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Scars, chapter 7

A/N: This story is turning out to be a daydream for me. When I started writing, I really did it for me, getting back in my groove and writing the stories, I could see myself in, and somehow, you amazing people read my daydreams and understand them. I can really only thank you, although it is a small word - it is all I really can express. So, thank you to you all. I truly, really love you.

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Pairings: Bodyguard!Bucky x reader

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, Soft!Boy!Bucky, language, flangst (like, if you squint)

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Chapter 7: If It Means That Much To You

You were scanning the website for dresses - since you weren’t allowed outside, all you had was the internet and then hope it would fit you, when it came. Two days from now, you were going to be at the fundraiser, surrounded by Avengers, publicists and/or bad, horrible Hydra people. One of them being your ex.

You still didn’t know much about the entire situation, but Tony had dropped by the day before, and gave you an update on the stuff you’d found and what was happening.

All in all, it was pretty horrible. Tony and the others thought that Hydra had been kidnapping homeless people with the promise of money and had brought them to the run down factory, where the rave had been held. Then they injected them with different variants of a serum, all of them seemingly unsuccessful, dumped the bodies and started over.

Pierce was the main head - or, rather, the one with money who could fund the project - while the scientist who conducted these experiments was only known as Dr. Death. All in all, the consensus was that Hydra was trying to reassemble and create what they’d lost; Bucky.

Tony had been smiling ruefully at the end of the meeting and announced that they were digging deeper into it, but for now, it seemed like everything was a dead end. The factory had been cleared out and not a single scrap, bloodstain or flake of rust left over, and it looked like Hydra had simply disappeared from the face of the earth, much to your chagrin. That meant more time stuck inside with Bucky, which in and of itself wasn’t too bad since you’ve decided to not kill each other, but you missed going out, feeling air on your face.

You groaned, pulling yourself from your thoughts and swiped through dresses on the website until your eyes fell on a floor length, navy blue chiffon dress and clicked on it. It was beautiful, although probably a little over the top for the fundraiser - but, you mused, it wasn’t often you got a chance to wear an evening gown and be escorted by a handsome man. You ordered it, shutting the computer down and stretched before going to the living room, where Bucky was sitting in one of the heavy, leather chairs, reading a very tattered version of The Hobbit. You grinned.

“I didn’t think you were a fantasy-guy.” He glanced at you with a brow raised.

“I’m not. It’s a force of habit.” He kept reading.

“Sure thing, Elf-lord.” He didn’t even look up from his book.

“You’re the reason God created the middle finger.” You narrowed your eyes at him, a little annoyed that he came up with a quip that fast. You leaned against the kitchen counter.

“Someday you’ll go far. I hope you stay there.” He cracked a smile and put his book down.

“Good one.” You smiled.

“What’s up?” He asked and you shrugged.

“I’m bored.” He rolled his eyes at you.

“That’s news to me!” you rolled your eyes right back at him - it wasn’t your fault that this fucking apartment was void of any fun things and you were going stircrazy.

“Shut up, it’s boring to be inside this much. I feel like I’m wasting away, my skin turning to parchment…” You said dramatically. “If I don’t see the sun soon, I might die.” He sighed.

“You’re just as depressing as an unsalted pretzel.” You glared at him.

“That comes from a man who ate beef jello.” He shrugged and silence fell between the two of you, while you made a cup of coffee from the slow, agonising coffeemaker. He hummed a song you didn’t recognize as you poured the coffee and took a sip.

“I have an idea for something we can do.” He finally said after minutes of silence. You smirked.

“I’m not into buttplay.” He groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Shut your mouth. No, I actually have an idea. Grab some blankets, put on a warmer shirt and some shoes and meet me at the elevator in 5 minutes.” He shot up from his chair and ran to his room, slamming the door behind him. Jesus christ.

You followed directions, gathering a bunch of blankets together before throwing on a jumper, a pair of fuzzy socks and a pair of nondescript black boots.

You met Bucky at the elevator, who had his hands full of a basket, stuffed to the brim with pillows and what looked like a sixpack of beers and a handheld speaker in his free hand. He grinned and pressed the button for up - you furrowed your brows in confusion. He didn’t say anything, simply grinning wildly at you and stepped inside the elevator when it dinged.

“I didn’t know there was an up.” You said with narrowed eyes. “Is this the point where you abduct me and kill me?”

“Clearly.” He chuckled. “Just relax.” You huffed in annoyance - you hated surprises.

The elevator opened up to the rooftop, the breeze grabbing your hair and you sucked in a deep breath, the smell of spring lingering around you. It felt fantastic.

“Come on, lazy bones.” He nudged you out of the elevator and you finally saw the roof fully.

Plants littered the terf, in pots and planters, different colours, sizes and leaves filling the otherwise empty space. A few poles with string lights stood in a square, marking a space in between them, where Bucky now placed the basket, grabbed the blankets and laid them down before putting the pillows everywhere. You hugged yourself as the wind bit through your jumper - you should probably have put on an extra shirt, but you didn’t know you were doing a rooftop-picnic.

“Come on.” he gestured for you to sit down, holding a blanket out for you to wrap around yourself. You sat down next to him, wrapping the blanket closely around your shoulders and gratefully took the beer, he handed you, as music flowed from the speakers.

“I know it’s not the same as going out out, but at least you’re outside.” You nodded and smiled at him, taking a sip.

“Does Steve and Tony know you’re taking me outside of secure areas?” You asked with a grin. He shrugged with a small smirk.

“I might’ve rerouted the cameras, so it replays us on the couch. Maybe.” You laughed, feeling freer than you had for days, and closed your eyes as another gust of wind grabbed your hair and threw it around your face. You glanced at Bucky in his henley and a pair of jeans.

“Aren’t you cold?” You asked with a concerned voice, feeling like you sounded like his goddamned mom. He chuckled and his face kind of fell, lines appearing around his eyes.

“I’m, uh, I’m always cold. Byproduct of the serum, I guess.” he said in a soft voice, like a secret was spilling over his lips. He glanced at you with big eyes. “I haven’t really felt warm since before… Well, since I fell off a train.” He smiled ruefully. “I haven’t really told anybody that before.”

It was a spur of the moment decision, but it felt right to take his hand in yours, wrapping both hands around his, gently rubbing your thumb over the exposed skin your hands didn’t cover. He sighed and closed his eyes.

You sat there for a minute in silence as you felt his skin heat up under your hands.

“Can I ask you something?” Your voice was soft and you let your fingers intertwine with his, squeezing it gently - a silent okay if he didn’t want to talk.

“Mhm.” He hummed an agreement.

“It’s totally fine if you don’t want to talk about it, but… Uhm, do you remember anything?” His eyes opened and he looked like he had just stepped back into the war, eyes darting back and forth. “Not about the war or what happened after, but before. Your family, your life?” He relaxed again and smiled slightly.

“Some of it. Some of it… Steve told me some things, but some things I remember.” His smile widened, and even though it was saddened and raw, his eyes shone with remembrance. “I remember my mom’s perfume. My sister used to draw me as a pig.” He chuckled and looked at you, his fingers tightening around yours. “My sister’s name was Rebecca. She was a spitball and took no shit from anyone and.. She was amazing.” he sighed. “My dad died in an accident in training camp, and I enlisted pretty shortly after. Rebecca went to our aunt, and I kept Steve out of trouble.” You smiled.

“I loved spring in Brooklyn. The way the sun would hit your skin… Women in summer dresses.” He grinned. “I loved that. Springtime was good. I was an athlete. My favourite flowers were forget me nots, which is ironic. I read the paper from dumpsters and I cuddled my pillow at night.”

It was like he hadn’t talked about any of this before, the words tumbling out of him. “I didn’t learn to drive until I was in the army. I hated brown. Coney Island was like a safespace, and I made Steve throw up after eating four hot dogs and going on the Cyclone. My mom always smelled like cookies and roses.” You smiled softly at him. “She was a force, that woman. Just… Headstrong, funny and every kid on the block was her kid, no matter what. She gave the best hugs and she used to slide her finger down the bridge of my nose when I was sick.”

“She sounds like a wonderful woman.” he nodded.

“I wish I could remember more about her.” His face was wrought with pain and grief, he’d probably never had the time to process. Your heart felt heavy at the thought - he had woken up from being brainwashed, 70 years after he thought he died, and had to find out that everyone he knew and loved had died.

“I still haven’t visited my sister’s grave. Or my mom’s, for that matter.”

“When all of this is over, we should go.” You said with a smile. He smiled back, eyes shining.

“I’d like that.”

You sat in silence, hands still intertwined. He looked down at it. “I haven’t felt… Normal temperature in a while.” he whispered. You squeezed his fingers. “Glad to help.” He drew his fingers from you and stood up, holding out his hand to you, and you took it, slightly confused. He turned the volume up on the slow jazz song, and he grabbed your waist with his metal hand and tugged you gently closer to him before he started swaying slightly.

“What are you doing?” You asked confused. He smiled down at you, before leaning forward and dipping you softly.

“I’m teaching you to dance.” You giggled like a fucking schoolgirl. “Uhm, why?” you asked as he turned you, letting your back stand flush against his front - it was surprisingly intimate with his chest against you, a hand on your waist, fingers splayed out under your breasts. You had to really use your brain to listen to him, because all you could focus on was how damn close his metal fingers were to your nipples.

“Because we’re going to a fundraiser and there’s going to be dancing. Probably.” He said, spinning you out from him so you were face to face with him. “Besides, I’ve kind of missed dancing.” He said with a boyish grin. You nodded.

“Fine, I’ll allow it.” You said, your hand finding his shoulder and swaying with him in a small circle. He smirked, eyes on yours.

“We make a good match.” You blanched at his words - his voice was so soft, so sincere and you didn’t know how to react.

“Uh, I mean, for dancing. Y’know, you’re not stepping on my, uh, toes. So good match.” His neck was turning a soft shade of pink. You nodded and pulled yourself a little closer to him, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach and the heat forming between your legs, as his thigh went between yours, dipping you again.

“Whatever you say, Buck.”

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Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 28.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings In This Chapter: Use Of A Sex Toy, Lactation Kink, Degradation, Daddy Kink, Begging, Sex Over A Desk, Bratty!OC, Dom!Yoongi, Mentions Of The Color System, Sex Against A Window, Exhibitionism, Praise, Multiple Orgasms, Cream Pie, Insecure!Yoongi

A/N: I’m back from vacation. Here is your weekly dose of Yoongles. Also big ups to my ladies @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia, @ppersonna​. Love yall.

Why do people even get married? If you had it your way you would just get married at City Hall with your parents and best friends. But getting married to a CEO is never that easy. Combine that with your raging hormones, sore back and ankles, and your overbearing, over the top best friend… it's all a bit much to handle. Not to mention now that everyone knows who you are, you have eyes on you at all times.

Although, you know how happy Yoongi is about all of this. You can see how he radiates joy with each step as you walk hand in hand together out in public. That pretty much makes it all worth it.

"I'm allergic to coconut," Yoongi breathes out, pushing the plate of wedding cake in front of him away.

You hum in agreement, leaning back into the plush armchair.

"They're all so good, I don't know what to pick." you say truthfully, looking over the multitude of wedding cake samples that are spread across the exorbitantly large dining room table.

"Well, you have… twenty minutes to figure it out." Leena notifies you from the other end of the room.

"You know, you're like a drill sergeant or something," you murmur.

You can hear Yoongi's gentle snigger when she narrows her eyes at you. "My perfect, amazing, gorgeous best friend is only getting married once. It has to be the event of a lifetime. So strap in and call me General Matrimony."

"Hear, hear." your fiance agrees smothering your cheek with a kiss.

"In my opinion the double chocolate fudge with marshmallow Swiss buttercream is the best." Leena decides, pointing to the cake in the middle of the table.

"Too sweet." you and the CEO reply at the same time.

She sneers at your combined cuteness.

"Are we trying to be disgustingly decadent or classy?" Yoongi quips to you, throwing his arm over your shoulder.

Leaning your temple against him, your cheeks puff out in thought. "Disgustingly classy?"

Leena points at you with her gold pen. "Love that."

The CEO snorts loudly, running the tip of his nose over your temple.

"If we're being disgustingly classy, we should do the chocolate chiffon cake with the light white raspberry filling." you announce, pointing at the cake in front of you.

"That was really good," Yoongi agrees, planting his hand on your protruding stomach.

Leena looks up at you over her clipboard impressed. "If I knew you were gonna turn into some hoity toity queen, Miss Thing -- I would have shoved you at Yoongi a long time ago." she jeers.

You roll your eyes with a laugh before wincing at a kick that's just a bit too tender on the ribs.

"Honggi. Relax, buddy." Yoongi mutters in your direction.

You had decided on a name last night. It honestly didn't take you long at all. You and your fiance are always on the same page.

Honggi is a powerful name and Yoongi's son should have that prowess and power behind him.

Yoongi came to love the simple word almost immediately and even when you were drifting off to sleep, you could hear the CEO murmuring semblances of the name.

When Leena looks over you both, her sharp and intense features begin to soften. "God, you guys are cute. It's fucking disgusting." she whines, sipping her champagne.

Shaking his head with a laugh your soon-to-be husband seems to agree. "I'm not the one who brings the cuteness here." he chirps, running his thumb in loving strokes over your distended skin.

Leena gives you a moment or two to calm down before hardening her gaze and tapping the famed clipboard with her pen. "Floral arrangements, come on folks! We don't have time!"

"Wedding tyrant." Yoongi breathes playfully, earning a snort from you.

"Good morning, Sir." Shea calls to Yoongi as he gets out of the elevator.

"Hey, Shea. Mornin'." the CEO mutters, running his fingers through his perfectly styled hair.

It was no secret that after the unfortunate incident with his mother, you started to despise Kira. You never said anything of course, you were too kind for that. But Yoongi knew, he always knows. So he did what he thought was best and let her go. He did however give her a gigantic 'keep quiet' sum of money as well as having her sign a NDA. He wasn't about to let the woman that's kept him company many times throughout many years go blabbering at the mouth due to being disgruntled.

"You have two meetings today and then after lunch you have a few contracts to sign." Shea explains.

Yoongi likes that she's strictly business. And more importantly, she doesn't look at him like he's a piece of meat on sale at the butchers.

"Thanks." he breathes, picking up his coffee from the reception desk.

"Oh! And your fiance called!" she beams.

He knows she's a fan of your artwork and just the mention of you has both of them smiling like idiots. Nothing like simping to start off the day.

"Oh? Is she okay?" he inquires, pulling out his phone.

"She said she's bringing you lunch, so don't eat." Shea instructs.

He hums thoughtfully. "Well, I guess I'm pretty lucky. Huh?" he quips, heading towards his office.

The day goes by slower and slower with each passing minute. He equates it to being away from you and his son if he's being honest.

The meetings are all the same. Boring and tedious with glasses of whisky to take the boredom even slightly away.

The old men that seem to run the company beneath him have more to say about the project managers than their own jobs. It's almost baffling.

But when Yoongi gets the solace of being in his exorbitantly large office again on his own, he finds peace there.

Shea wasn't too forthcoming with just how many contracts he has to sign and the stack of them on his desk makes his eye twitch.

"God, when is lunch?" he breathes, turning around in his large chair to look at the sonogram painting of his son you so artfully created.

Digging into his suit pocket, he looks for the trusty gold pen he uses to sign documents -- but he feels something else first. It's small, fitting in his palm and his eyebrows furrow. When he pulls it out, he can't say he isn't confused.

You did pick out his suit this morning, much like you do every morning but he's never had a remote in his pocket before.

Picking up his phone, he's immediately intrigued.

The phone rings loudly in his ear and suddenly he's forgotten all about work.

"Hello?"

"Little dove." his voice sounds confused and playful at best.

He examines the small black remote, having no idea what on Earth it's for.

"Yeah?" you quip back.

"I found a remote in my pocket. Any idea why?" he prods, his eyebrows flickering up expectantly.

The hum of uncertainty you give makes him all the more curious.

"No. Why is there a remote in your pocket? Did you take the garage remote instead of your car key?" you inquire.

It's simply ridiculous but now he's questioning himself. "What? No! Then how would I have gotten to work?"

He presses the 'On' button and flips it over in his hand expectantly.

"Oh God," you whisper softly.

"You okay? Is Honggi kicking a lot?" Yoongi asks, putting down the remote to give you his full attention.

"N-No. I was just surprised. I'm in the car, now on my way over to your office."

Your voice sounds breathless and strange all at once and for the first time… probably ever -- Yoongi doesn't take it sexually. "You better tell Minho to be careful driving, you hear me?"

"Mhm." you gasp softly.

"Well if you didn't put this thing in my pocket, I don't know how it got here then." Yoongi murmurs, pushing more buttons on it curiously.

"Oh my God, Minho drive faster!" you squeak out.

The CEO is completely at odds with what's happening. "You alright?" he inquires curiously.

"I just really need to… pee." you babble.

You sound dazed and lost, even needy all of a sudden.

"I'm sure. Honggi is getting big." your fiance agrees, drawing imperfect shapes on his desk with the tip of his finger.

"I'm here. I'll be right up, Daddy." you whimper, hanging up on him.

He pulls the phone away from his ear, eyebrows completely furrowing. "What's wrong with her?" he bleats.

He's signed a total of three documents by the time you make it upstairs.

Just hearing your sweet voice interacting with Shea in the far distance sends his heart absolutely pounding with excitement. Seeing you sometimes gives him the adrenaline of bungee jumping or cliff diving.

When the doors of his office burst open, he can't help the gummy smile that spreads over his features.

He takes in your attire and suddenly he's confused. You're wearing a stylish black trench coat that flourishes out at the bottom, but he can't see the dress you're wearing beneath it.

"What dress are you wearing that doesn't cover your mid thighs?" he asks, pushing back his desk chair to stand up tall.

Your fingers are shaking and you hurriedly slam the door shut. When you lock the both of you inside his large office, he knows something is weird.

"Y/N?"

Turning around to him with your back flush to the door, he can see how colored your cheeks are. Your lips are parted like your gasping for breath and your eyes are low with lustful intentions.

He finds something in his gut stirring at the sight of you.

"Baby? You okay?" he prods, rounding his desk.

Your fingers fumble with the belt around your belly which keeps the trenchcoat in place.

It's almost amusing how flustered you are.

You don't seem to be in any pain and Yoongi takes this all in as strange.

He leans back against the desk, waiting patiently for you to reply.

"I'm fine!" you assure him, shoving open the coat.

If his eyes could widen any larger, they'd probably pop out of his head.

You stand before him, scantily clad in thin, lace lingerie.

"Baby!" he gawks, rushing towards you to cover you up.

He can't help the way his cock begins to stir below the belt at the sight of you.

"What're you doing?" he hisses, gripping both sides of the trench coat.

You whimper gently, hooking your hand around his neck to pull him down to your height. He allows you to kiss him, he can feel the fervent need coming from your lips. His hands slowly slide from the coat to beneath it, feeling the soft skin of your belly.

"Want you," you gasp, pulling one of his hands between your thighs.

He can feel the vibrations against his fingertips and it all makes sense now. He groans loudly, pulling you back in for a fierce and passionate kiss.

His teeth nibble gently at your bottom lip and in all honesty, he's astounded by your forwardness. It's rare to see you like this but when your hormones are raging and in charge of your brain… who is he to stop you?

"You naughty little dove." he jeers, pulling you towards his desk.

"What's got you so playful today?" he inquires, pushing the multitude of contract folders aside.

He helps you up onto the desk, spreading your legs with a wanton groan.

The clit and g-spot vibrating sex toy you had recently spoken about sits between your sodden pussy lips. Yoongi can see how wet you are through the thin lingerie and it makes his heart beat faster at the sight.

"Just wanted to," you whimper, spreading your legs wider.

Stepping between your limbs, his hands can't seem to separate from your soft skin. Reluctantly, he leaves your belly to tug down the cups of your bra. Your breasts spring out, swaying and dribbling milk languidly.

"You're leaking milk in public, like a little cum slut."

His dominance is overwhelming to your senses and you can only nod fervently in agreement.

"I'm your cum slut. I'm yours." you babble, wrapping your hand around his tie and pulling him towards you.

It's not like this extreme horniness has come from nowhere. In fact, you've been in pain from kicks and punches from your growing son for a week or so now and the one day you don't feel any pain at all -- the most pressing horniness you've ever felt has overcome you.

His lips are soft and warm against yours. They draw you in like a fly to honey and you're enraptured with the man you're in love with.

"I never thought you'd turn up at my office like this, little dove." Yoongi murmurs, pressing soft kisses to the column of your neck.

"I'm so horny, I'm going to pass out!" you complain, reaching for his belt.

He can hear the sheer neediness in your voice and it sends him into overdrive.

"I'll take care of you, baby girl. Don't worry." he assures you, cupping your breasts and gingerly swiping his thumbs across your leaking nipples until you're sobbing with relief.

"D-Daddy!" you whine, unbuckling his belt.

The way your voice peaks makes his eyes immediately rise to the double doors of his office.

"You're gonna have to be a little quieter for me, babe. I'm at work." he murmurs, kissing your lips softly.

You whimper, giving him an understanding nod.

"Good girl," your fiance praises, wrapping his lips around your nipple.

Your hand cups your mouth when you gasp loudly. Shaking like a leaf, your body is quite literally vibrating with sexual need.

He sighs gently against you, adoring you for all you're worth. One hand pinches and rolls your forsaken nipple while the other caresses your stomach.

The vibrating with you seems to only get faster and you're so stimulated that fat tears of pleasure begin to roll down your cheeks.

"Feels good, little dove?" Yoongi coos around your nipple, enmeshing his fingers into the sides of your underwear. In mere seconds it becomes strings in his hands. He groans against your skin gently, tucking your destroyed undergarments into his suit pants pocket.

"S-So good! Fuck," you moan, shoving down his pants.

The sight before you has you licking your lips expectantly. His cock is already throbbing with need and it's a welcome sight.

One thing you can always count on with Yoongi is his complete and utter patience when it comes to pleasing you. His cock could be fucking purple with need and he would still take his time making sure you're satisfied first.

His fingers run over the smooth silicon of the sex toy and he shivers visibly at the vibrations. "How's it feel, baby? You like the new toy?" he inquires, kissing over the valley of your breasts.

You hum in agreement, lifting your hips slightly begging him to touch you.

You can feel your veins coursing with white hot pleasure, it feels like electricity firing through every pore in your body.

When his fingers slide over your opening, he can't help but choke on a moan. "God, your cunt is soaked. Shit." he curses, dipping a finger into your heat.

"You're gaping for my cock, Jesus Christ." he breathes out.

Yoongi knows he probably isn't going to last long. It's been awhile since you've fucked and his hand is nothing compared to being inside of you. Combine that with the new vibrator inside you, it's definitely going to be a tough feat.

"Fuck me over the desk like an animal!" you beg of your soon-to-be husband.

His eyes seem to widen at your forwardness but he can't say he doesn't love it.

"Anything for you, baby girl."

Your whimpers of anticipation have his bottom lip tucking tightly between his teeth.

"How'd I get so lucky to have such a gorgeous woman as my wife? Huh?" he whispers, running his hands over your back and sides.

You don't answer him, only pushing your hips back and wiggling your ass to show just how needy you are.

"I'm coming baby, relax." he promises, palming both globes of your ass in hand.

Your breathing is shallow and your mind is swimming as you wait for him. The vibrations against your most sensitive parts feel so amazing, so raw but it's not enough -- you want his consent to cum. You need it.

Yoongi picks up the small remote, testing the speeds and he realizes which you like more depending on your breathing and small moans. He's toying with you right now, enjoying the obscene amounts of arousal dripping down your soft, fleshy thighs.

His eyes are focused on your cunt, watching from behind as it twitches and spasms around the small device inside of you.

"Daddy, please!" you whine, lifting your head to look back at him.

When you do look back, you see his cock flat on his palm. He pumps it in hand a few times, cursing gently at the sight before him.

"Aren't you just a pretty little pregnant whore for me?" he quips, running his hand from your back to cup your stomach.

The weight of your belly in his hand has him almost in a frenzy then. Pressing the weeping head of his cock to your entrance, his lips press into a thin, hard line when he feels the vibrating sensations flow through him.

"Oh fuck," he hisses softly, letting his eyes flutter shut.

"Yes!" you breathe out, pushing back to welcome him into your swollen cunt.

He groans then, welcoming your warm heat around him inch by inch.

"Feels so fucking good, baby girl. Jesus." he moans, taking a moment  for you to adjust to his size.

Grabbing the remote once more, he turns it onto the fastest speed and the gasps you collectively emit seem to sound like they're all around you.

He's forgotten he's at work, he's forgotten what he's supposed to be doing because the most important thing right now is you -- and your swollen, greedy sex is all he needs.

With the pleasurable vibrations added, all Yoongi wants to do is fuck you so hard that you'll both cum and be pleased in minutes. But he's never been the type to leave a sexual experience so early.

Folding over, his chest presses to your back and his fingers intertwine with yours.

His lips feel like heaven against your warm, flushed skin. He suckles small marks against the side of your throat, coloring you as his own.

His thrusts are hard and filling but slow. He'd give anything to hear skin slapping against skin right now but then he's reminded that he's at work.

Your hands grip harder onto the edge of the desk as you rut back against him.

"Your cock is so big," you whine, closing your eyes to become enraptured in the whole experience.

"Yeah? You like my big cock in this pregnant cunt?"

You nod fervently, trying to bite back the loud moans that threaten to tear past your lips. It's all too much and suddenly your orgasm is approaching like a rapid waterfall.

"Don't you dare," your fiance threatens, lifting himself up and gripping the back of your neck.

"Please Daddy. Need to cum," you beg, feeling your body quake with the ever pressing need of relief.

"Oh no, I don't think so. You show up to my office, you wait until I say you can cum."

You whine in defiance, pushing your hips back against him harder and he's surprised at your brattiness.

"Don't you dare cum." he warns you.

Your eyebrows furrow with need and you couldn't care about the punishment you're going to recieve. You're honestly not sure what's come over you, you've never defied him before but right now it's getting you more excited to not listen to him.

Pushing past the control of his orgasms, you lose yourself on his cock. Your high is filled with galactic stars behind your eyelids and white noise filled ears.

"You brat," he gasps, pulling out of you.

It's a smug grin the spreads over your face now before your cringing at the overstimulation of the sex toy. He takes pity on you in that regard, shutting the toy off and pulling it out of you. Tossing it onto his desk, he points his finger in your direction. "You're in trouble." he breathes out, jerking his hard cock in hand.

Now that you've arrived back down to Earth, you're worried. You've never defied him before and you've never seen his wrath.

"You just woke up a brat today, didn't you?" he seethes, helping you stand back upright.

You pout, shaking your head quickly in hopes that he won't be too strict on you. His narrowed eyes chill you to the bone.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I just couldn't help cumming. I was so horny. I'm sorry," you apologize profusely, running your hands over his clothed chest.

He hums unimpressed, combing his fingers through his hair.

"If only people knew what a cumwhore I have on my hands." he murmurs through his teeth.

You frown up at him, begging him to forgive you with puppy dog-like eyes.

"No. You don't get away with being a brat that easily," he deadpans.

Nodding to the large floor to ceiling windows, he taps his foot incessantly.

"Go stand by the window." he orders.

You look down at your naked body before looking back up at him in confusion.

"Wh-"

"What's your color?" he cuts you off, running his hand over your belly.

"G-Green," you chirp out, looking at the window.

"Then go stand up against the window." he instructs, beginning to stroke his cock once more.

"Why?" you inquire curiously, doing as told.

"So people can see what a cumwhore I have on my hands," he whispers into your ear. The heat of his breath has something unfurling inside of you once more.

Bracing your hands against the window, you turn back to look at him just in time to see him situating the vibrator between his fingers.

The quiet thrumming of the sex toy makes your breath hitch with anticipation.

"Spread your legs," your fiance commands, pressing his chest flush to your back.

You're so high up you're almost certain no one could see you but excitement still courses through you.

His hands wrap around you like strong chains and you hum in appreciation.

"I love you," you remind him, turning and kissing his cheek.

He softens at your words, kissing over your shoulder with his plush lips. "I love you too, brat." he murmurs.

His words make you snort gently but it's quickly cut off by a loud gasp. He presses his hand to your swollen clit and the smug grin he gives you sends a chill through your spine.

Your forehead presses to the chilly glass of the window and you mewl as his legs knock yours open farther.

His cock slides between your sodden folds a few times before entering back inside of you.

"Oh my God," you whine, backing your hips up to him.

"Pretty little thing," he praises, kissing over your neck. "What do you think, little dove? You think people can see me fucking your pregnant cunt from all the way down there?"

His thrusts become rougher and harder, cursing all the while.

The vibrations that ricochet through you are once again pushing you towards the edge at a surprisingly rapid pace.

"Don't even," he seethes, feeling how your cunt trembles around him.

His grunts and the sweet whispers of your name enrapture your ears.

The sight that greets Yoongi's eyes could make him almost blow his load in that very second.

"Your milk is leaking onto the glass, oh fuck." he whimpers, fucking into you harder and faster.

"Gonna cum!" you cry to him, scratching your nails against the window.

He doesn't even respond, chasing his own high as your cunt threatens to milk him for all he's worth.

"Oh little dove!" he gasps.

His thrusts become sloppier and his breath hitches at the prospect of cumming inside of you.

"Yoongi, please!" you beg, spreading your legs wider.

"You think you deserve it?" he quips, running his hand over your belly bump.

"Yes," you whimper, pushing back against him with each thrust.

"Cum." he commands, pressing his forehead into the junction between your neck and should.

He holds you up easily as you orgasm around him. You become a blubbering mess, crying out his name softly like a prayer.

"God, I love you." he seethes through his teeth.

His teeth clench down on his bottom lip as he cums, trying to quiet his final moans.

You both stay like this for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's company.

"Are you upset with me?" Yoong inquires, pulling out of you slowly.

Your eyebrows furrow at his worried tone. "Huh? Not at all, why?"

"You never act bratty or defy me… Did I do something wrong?"

You've spoken about this before actually. Yoongi is prideful when it comes to your sub slash dom relationship. He beams with satisfaction knowing that he keeps you so pleased you don't act out of character. For you to have been just the slightest bit bratty, it probably shook up his confidence.

"No, it's just my hormones I think, I wanted to be a little sassy," you explain, sitting down on his lap when he beckons you.

He hums unsurely, hooking his chin over your shoulder. "I'm a good dom to you when we have sex, right?" he asks, kissing your temple.

"Always. You always make me feel safe and dominated," you promise, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He breathes a sigh of relief, looking down at the sex toy tossed casual aside on his desk. "Felt good," he murmurs, running his hands over your sides.

You give him a large smile, nodding in agreement. He can't help but snort at your joyful expression.

"Well regardless of your bratty hormones, I'm happy you came to distract me from my work." your fiance murmurs, pulling the cups of your bra back up.

"You're always happy to be distracted from work." you quip, combing your fingers through his hair.

He nods thoughtfully, letting his fingertips graze over your outer thigh. "Very true." he beams, kissing your shoulder.

When your skin begins to raise with goosebumps, he's quick to cover you with the trenchcoat you discarded a while ago in your sudden heat of passion.

It's your stomach that rumbles first with the need for food and sustenance before he acts accordingly also.

"Oh yeah, where's the lunch you promised me?" the CEO inquires, tying the belt of your coat back in place.

"I gave it to you." you reply with a wide smile.

He looks over at the window before shaking his head with a laugh. "Alright, that's it. Get your pretty butt to the car, I'm taking us home for lunch."

Just talking about food in general has you jumping up with excitement. "Are you coming back to work after?" you prod, watching as he pulls up his boxers and suit pants.

"Nah, I'll just take the contracts home with me now so I don't have to come back. Besides, I didn't correct your errant behavior like I wanted too." he whispers, pecking your lips softly.

Leaning back on the desk, your head begins to tilt. "Well, you should get all your punishment in before six. Leena is coming over to discuss place settings for the wedding."

He groans gently, fixing his suit jacket until it looks seemingly pristine. "Why are you best friends with a tyrant? Remind me again?"

Your giggle echoes through the large office and he adores the sound, it courses through him like new life.

Scooping up the contract folders, he looks over to the window before smiling to himself. "Y'know I'm never cleaning my window again, right?" he quips, watching as you pull open the doors to his office.

"That's disgusting," you quip back, holding out your engagement hand so he can hold it.

Kissing the top of your head, he laughs. "Yeah, I am."

Next Chapter ------>

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