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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years

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Five Shades of Hunnam

President • King • Captain • Pilot • Gentleman

Part 1 | Part 2

A/N: Here’s Part 2 of this crazy filthy fantasy of getting gang-banged* by five versions of Charlie!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 Part 2 is written based on the results of this poll asking which Hunnams y’all would prefer in each hole 🤪

Pairings: Jax Teller + King Arthur + Will Miller + Raleigh Becket + Raymond Smith ... x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, rough sex, gang bang* (5 on 1), *NOT gang r*pe – fully consensual, reader enjoys getting ravaged in all of her holes 🙃 Request: Kinkfest request from @itsme-autumn

Word Count: ~3.3k

GIFs by misterhunnam | hunnamsource | charllehunnam

... Continued from Part 1 [Read Here]

“Tell me, baby. Do you want us to treat you like a lady...? Or whip out all five of our cocks and just go fucking crazy?”

The fact that Jax Teller is here in your room—standing among four other men just as stunning as him, all in the form of Mr. Charlie Fucking Hunnam—the fact that Jax just said that to you... is honestly too hot to be true.

What the hell are you supposed to say to that? Supposed to do...?

You’re soaking wet and need them bad. So horny you feel fucking dead. You want to speak and yet you can’t. King Arthur has Excalibur in hand; the way you’re feeling right this instant, hurts as if that goddamn legendary sword stabbed you straight through.

With fire in his eyes of icy blue, Jax takes a few bold steps toward you. Your gaze falls to his crotch on impulse, and it’s clear from the bulge in his jeans... he’s extremely well-hung. So damn thick. So damn long. So damn big it’s obscene. It’s not as if you’re shocked—Jax Teller always walked and talked like someone with a massive cock—but still, just seeing... is believing like fuck. Plus he’s hard as a rock.

“C’mon, what’s wrong? Cat got your tongue...?” he taunts, not ashamed to whip out a ridiculous pussycat pun. It’s so painfully dumb, but when Jax Teller says it... you basically cum. He’s a devilish dick of a dom, and he loves to flaunt it. “Bet that pussy could use some tongue on it. I mean, if you’d want it.”

Oh Goddd—you cannottt... that shit is just too fucking much, to be honest.

Thankfully Captain Will is behind you to catch your full weight, as you literally start to faint. And the feel of his touch on your skin has you falling all over again. Your poor cunt is in pain. So horny it’s insane, short-circuiting your brain.

But you’re still wide awake and conscious, well aware of just how fucking bad you want this. Every man in the room.

Will reads your mind, now as he holds you from behind. Chuckles sadistically against your ear and it’s fucking divine. “Mmm, maybe if we make her cum... then her brain will be able to function and send us all home.”

“To hell with going home,” Arthur mutters, clearly turned on at the sight of you all hot and bothered. He may be nobler than the others, but he was brought up in a brothel after all and has never denied where he came from. “I swear there’s no woman so fair in all my kingdom...”

“Nor in my dimension,” Ray seconds. “Y/N—ever since we stepped in, I’ve been dying to mention that you are delightfully hot.”

Raleigh smolders, tension in his beefy broad shoulders. The king and the gentleman... aren’t they supposed to be decent like him? Now apparently they just forgot?... “But I thought—”

The President abruptly interrupts. While Will surrounds you from behind, blowing your mind, Jax comes up front. Fucking you up, his words setting a bomb off in your cunt. “Y/N just has to tell us what we all already know she wants.”

And then somehow, you finally summon the words to your filthy whore mouth. Still unable to fathom how you got so lucky. There’s only one way to respond—so you say it now. Say it loud, slutty and proud. “I want... I want you all to fuck me. All at once.”

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And so it goes.

You and five versions of Charlie Hunnam, all here in your room, are all ready to burst and give in to your dirtiest thirsts.

First things first: you need Jax Teller’s cock in your throat, and he already knows. He can tell, all too well—and he smirks, hot as hell, because he is the worst. You’ve been so fucking eager to suck off this fictional character ever since you started watching his show.

Now he’s not at all fictional, though. You still cannot believe this is real, and just how good it feels... to know just what’s in store, as you give into all of your instincts to kneel, sinking fast to the floor... that you are actually about to blow the President of SAMCRO.

“Mmm...” the tall blonde biker hums, clearly pleased, as he watches you fall to your knees, reaching now to rip open his jeans like a cheap fucking whore. Jax’s cocksucking hoe. “There we go. Look at that slutty little mouth of yours. Go on and show me what it’s good for.”

Fuck yes, sir. But you’re too breathless now to use your words to answer, as Jax Fucking Teller’s cock is out, so big and hard and proud... a goddamn pillar of perfection...

And you are not about to waste a second, worshiping the President’s erection with your filthy little mouth.

“Unghhh....” he grunts, as you set to work right at once. The sound of his guttural groan starts a flood in your cunt, soaking up while you slobber all over his dick, focusing on the tip. Servicing him with your tongue and lips, loving it more with each lick. Slurping up every sweet drop of precum as it drips.

He is so delicious. You could go on forever like this, as if you and Jax are the only two souls who exist. But you’re not—and the fact that four other versions of the same man are watching right here in this room... just the thought, of five shades of Hunnam, five flavors of your favorite sex god... is so fucking hot.

The truth is that they’re not just here to watch, while you bury your face in Jax’s crotch. They’re here to touch. They’re here to fuck. They know that you want all five of their cocks. You’ve never wanted anything so much.

And just your luck... they want you too. These five versions of Charlie are incredibly turned on by you, though it seems too good to be true.

All of a sudden, you feel hands upon your skin as someone hoists you off the floor. King Arthur has just set aside his sword, stripped off his shirt—oh God, his chiseled muscles are so hot, so hard it hurts—and flings you easily over his shoulder like a little fucktoy whore.

“The fuck—” the President protests as your mouth slips off of his cock, with a loud pop, once the king swiftly lifts you up. Jax was not at all set for this blowjob to stop. He wants more of this mind-blowing head. “What the... I wasn’t done yet...”

“Did you not hear what Y/N said?” Arthur reminds him, as he carries you across the room and throws you down onto the bed. The way he effortlessly handles you like that... you’ve never been so wet. “The lady wants all five of us at once. You took that pretty little mouth of hers—such a sweet hole to fuck—but there are others. Now it’s time for her to take a royal cock. Give her exactly what she wants. I’m gonna lay claim to her cunt.”

Then he attacks you with a fierce animalistic grunt, tearing his leather pants away to free his meat, and ripping off your clothes as well to make sure that you feel all of his heat. His feral dominance is everything you need. The way he grabs and gropes your tits, with one of his hands... while the other reaches down to stroke your clit... holy fucking shit. You seriously can’t. It’s more than you can stand.

“You think you own that cunt?” Jax comes to butt in, all of a sudden. “Think just ‘cause you’re king you can do what you want? Well, think again. I said I wasn’t done.”

The President then reaches right under Arthur, before things can go any farther. Grabs you by the shoulders to pull you up into a better position. Like every inch of you belongs to him.

Both of these men are just manhandling you at their whim, and it feels like heaven to be sinking into such a state of submission.

The king of England and the king of Charming end up grappling for dominance for a few moments, until their struggle is cut short by a quick interruption: the captain. He’s sick of this childish behavior from them. No matter the problem, Will Ironhead Miller can always propose an efficient solution.

“Cut the bullshit—it’s not rocket science, you idiots,” he says as he tells the men how to best handle their business. “Look: Y/N sits on the king’s cock, then biker boy stands at the side of the bed, so that she can lean over and give him head.”

His suggestion is met with a pause.

Jax is first to break it, while you lie on the bed wet and naked. Glaring alpha male daggers at Ironhead, chest proud and puffed. “What, you think you’re the boss?” he indignantly scoffs.

Arthur huffs, his own ego a little bruised too. But then poses the question to you, his voice all at once tender yet rough. “That sound good to you, love?”

You cannot help but swoon at the word he just called you. How is it he’s so fucking hot, yet so cute...? Your head bobs in a dumb speechless nod; it’s the most you can do.

“Yeah, ‘course it does,” the captain confidently gloats, as you settle into the perfect position that he had proposed. Take the king in your cunt and the President deep in your throat. “Just what she loves. Dick in her mouth and her pussy. Especially because this leaves her pretty little ass ready for me.”

You could honestly die at the thought—that sounds painfully hot...?!? And so dirty... you’ve never once taken two dicks in two holes, let alone three in three... but goddamn do these men make you thirsty.

The second you sit down on King Arthur’s cock... your world is fucking rocked. He’s so epically big—just the same size as Jax’s enormous dick—speaking of which, you go straight back to being the President’s cocksucking bitch. Jax grabs you by the head from where he is standing at the side of the bed, fingers tangling in your messy hair as he feeds you his huge cock to suck. Your face will always be his to fuck.

And you still can’t get over your luck.

“Such a good little cockslut,” Jax snickers at you as he swiftly shrugs out of his kutte. Then the flannel beneath, knowing that looking up at his broad sculpted chest and his firm rippled abs is exactly what you want and need. You take his dick deeper this time around, gagging on his massive meat, gulping every inch down, and he’s so long and thick that it feels like your jaw fucking broke.

It feels so goddamn good to get wrecked, especially now with the words he says next. “You like the way I own this filthy little throat? God, you’re filthy as fuck. Taking my dick so good. Bet you can’t wait to swallow my load. That’s it, slut. Suck that cock till you choke.”

His dirty talk is so hot you can’t even cope. You used to imagine it back when you were just a fan of his show—now it’s actually happening though, and it’s more than your inner fangirl ever hoped.

And of course, it’s the instant your eyes roll back into your head, as both Arthur and Jax fuck you up on your bed, till you’re ready to burst... that the captain decides to step in and take full control, over another hole. If you thought taking two cocks at once was already the best and the worst, nothing could have prepared you for taking a third.

But the truth is you love how it hurts.

Having Jax Teller fucking your facehole all sloppy and juicy, while King Arthur slams his royal scepter into your soaking wet pussy, and Will Miller shoves his brutally big dick in your tight little ass, taking your cheeks in his tight grasp and dishing out punishing slaps... it feels like all your dreams are coming true at last. Literally cumming true at that. God, it feels so fucking good to be so fucking bad. It’s by far the best sex you have ever had. Satisfying all your sluttiest thirsts.

And as if shit could get any hotter... you’d almost forgotten that there are two others.

Two other equally beautiful versions of Charlie: the savage yet soft-spoken gentleman Ray, and the soft-hearted fighter pilot Raleigh.

You don’t even have enough holes in your body for all of them. Not sure whether and how you can handle another two Hunnams. But hot damn are you happy to tackle that problem.

As Jax and Will and Arthur keep railing you harder, filling you in every way you want... you hear another voice from nearby in the room. All at once cool and classy, yet naughty and nasty. It has to be Raymond. “Well now, who knew that this lovely woman... would turn out to be such a kinky fucking cunt.”

Ughh, fuck—you moan desperately all around Jax’s cock, the only way that you can respond. Who knew? No one. You didn’t even know it, till this moment. But now all five shades of Hunnam do. Their presence in your room has definitely brought it out of you.

At the gentleman’s words, the President flashes a smile and a sadistic little chuckle. All the while keeps on ruthlessly ravaging your filthy little fuckhole. Driving his dick into the back of your throat till it hurts. Till your slobbering tongue and your bottom lip smush up against his big balls. Addresses Ray as well as Raleigh, who is standing quietly along the far wall. “Tough luck for you all, but this bitch is fucking full. Too bad she’s only got three holes...”

“She’s got two hands, though,” Ray points out, coming toward you now, his footsteps so deliberate and slow. “What do you all reckon they’re good for...?”

Oh, good Lord...

“Stroking? Squeezing...?” he asks, reaching to take one of your hands in his dominant grasp. Wrapping your fingers tight around his throbbing shaft. You cannot even anymore. Just cannot even... “Mmm, it seems to me that Y/N summoned up five Hunnams for a reason. To be used up like a proper fucking whore.”

Three cocks have swiftly turned to four, and you can feel poor Raleigh bolting toward the door. This filthy business goes against his soft, pure heart. He’s never witnessed—let alone dared to take part—in such a hardcore pornographic scene as this...

But here he is. And can’t deny that he’s rock fucking hard, as you can tell from one quick glance, out of the corner of your eye, at the massive bulge in his military pants. And you’ll be damned before you let that pretty boy pilot escape from this. He fucking can’t. You need two cocks in your two hands.

“Don’t pussy out on us like that,” Will masterfully commands, beckoning Becket toward the bed. “You know we’re all just Y/N’s guests; this is her universe. So we’re just... here to satisfy her thirsts.”

And then he grabs hold of your shoulders, to anchor himself as his thrusts in your ass become faster and bolder, which ends up pushing your head deeper down in Jax’s crotch. Slamming into you like it’s his job. And it’s too fucking much. Fucking you the fuck up.

But you don’t ever want it to stop.

Raleigh seems reluctant to abide by Will’s orders. But something compels him to do as the captain said—come toward the bed, like a good little soldier. “You guys are the worst...”

“No, far from that,” Arthur replies with a filthy laugh, as he keeps on splitting your wet pussy in half with his majestic staff. “This may look bad, but how it feels...? Fucking unreal. Quite honestly the fucking best.”

Oh God fuck yes...

You can sense Raleigh coming closer toward the bed with timid steps. Can feel his captivated blue gaze watch your body as it bounces on the mattress. You’ve lost track of who’s thrusting the hardest, the fastest. It’s all just a beautiful big fucking mess...

“Now let’s see if the fifth cock is as big as all the rest,” Jax playfully suggests. “See if this dirty little slut can take us all at once. Just like she wants. Let’s put our fucktoy to the test.”

“Fine, if you all insist,” the pilot yields at last. “But only ‘cause she wants it. Honest.”

“Just shut up and let her get her hands on it,” Raymond grunts, frustrated and impatient, until Raleigh finally gets in position.

And once it happens—once you wrap your fist around his rock hard cock, getting completely fucked, by five versions of Hunnam all at once... it’s even better than you had ever imagined.

You eagerly jerk both men off, all while the other three keep ravaging you good and hard and rough. You feel so full, in all your holes, and more, down to your deepest core. Your inner whore. This is exactly what you live for, what you love. And you won’t ever get enough.

By the time all five Hunnams are ready to soak you in their fucking cum—which happens at the same time for all of them, since apparently they’re somehow in unison, being all versions of the same person from different dimensions... by the time that happens, you’ve already lost count of your own orgasms.

This whole session, for your slutty ass, has just felt like one epic extended climax. Will and Arthur pounding into you in a perfect rhythm, from the front and the back, while you jack off Raleigh and Ray, all while gagging on Jax... you could do this all day every day. And there’s no other way for your body and soul to react.

You’re nothing but a fucktoy for five shades of Hunnam and that is a fact.

As the three sex gods buried balls deep in your holes fill them up so deliciously full, the other two drop their loads all over the cheeks of your ass and the curve of your back. And you’re having an absolute heart attack. How is a mere mortal bitch supposed to survive this...? Your brain is blown to bits. At this point it’s an actual struggle to even exist.

But you’re a shameless whore, just desperate for another hit. For fucking more. Of all the countless possibilities of five versions of Charlie in your three holes and two hands... all you want is to try literally every combination, and then once you’re done, just repeat them again and again and again.

It is literally raining men. Not just any men—five incarnations of your fucking sex god obsession. All five of them are living breathing perfection. Wrecking you till it hurts, till you burst, fulfilling all your thirst, in every way from every direction.

So maybe eventually you’ll have to send them back to their respective dimensions...

... But till then? You will sure as hell make the most of this mind-blowing multiverse blessing. Maybe if the sex keeps on being this epic they won’t even dream of leaving. Just won’t even...

And you’ll be more than happy to host them forever in this dimension. Can’t imagine any damn thing better than five incarnations of Charlie, right here fucking you in your bedroom. Because honestly, five shades of Hunnam... are five shades of heaven.

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animeyanderelover · 3 years

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Can you write promp 15 to Shuu tsukiyama :) Thank you I love your writings.

I love my writing as well😉. No, but seriously guys. If it wouldn't be for my passion to write, I would have gone on a hiatus the moment I found out that I was being shadowbanned.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, clinginess, manipulation, paranoia, mentioning of kidnapping, catcalling, sexual harassment, blood, killing, Shuu being a sadist to the victim, eccentricity (?)

Prompt 15: “Shh princess… don’t cry over this scum, he doesn’t deserve your tears.”

"Kanae!! What happened to her?!?! Why is she crying?!?!"

You hadn't wanted to burst out in tears like this, but replaying the scene in your head over and over again like a movie had caused you unimaginable frustration and embarrassment. Now you remembered why you hated people so much, they were all just greedy and disgusting jerks. Calling you such nasty names in public and daring to go as far as following you. If Kanae wouldn't have been there with you, you didn't even want to imagine what might have happened to you.

"My poor princess! What happened?! Tell me!"

Furious tears were falling down your face, even though you had wiped them away already countless times before. You were not in a very good mood at the moment, you felt quite etchy at the moment. And that was what caused annoyance washing over you when you heard Shuu's cooing words, taking quick steps towards you to comfort you somehow. You knew what would come now. Another smothering session of his. Something you didn't need in the least bit right now. What you needed was time. Alone.

You still tried to stay as calm as possible, not wanting to make a huge scene that would only gain you more annoying attention. All the servants were honestly so much like their master, they all appeared to be overly dramatic when it came to you, the only real exception was Mirumo.

So when you suddenly stepped back from Shuu, lips pressed together and a mixed look out of sadness and anger on your face, you knew that you had hurt him. It was all too obvious judging from his wide eyes, confusion and pain already reflecting in them, and the way he had frozen when you had suddenly put a distance between you two. The hand, which he had extended, was staying in the air, shaking slightly. As always, he was overreacting.

“(y/-y/n)…What did I-“

“You did nothing Shuu. You didn’t do anything. I just wish to be alone right now. So I ask you to do me the favor and leave me alone for once. If you don’t, I might say things to you that will hurt you and which I don’t mean. Don’t test my patience for now.”

You were surprised by your own tone of voice, you sounded extremely rude, annoyance dripping from your voice like venom. It was hard to keep a calm and collected voice under such conditions. But for the reason of you having been well raised and well treated by the people in this place, you wanted to return the favor by doing the same.

You just stormed past both, Kanae and Shuu, without saying a single word, chewing furiously on your lips whilst the voice of the man kept ringing in your head. You felt like you wanted to smash something to relieve yourself of the ocean of emotions inside of you. Today had been the wrong day to convince Shuu with the help of his father to let you out without him.

“Master (y/n)!”, you heard Kanae yelling after you, followed by a thud sound that caused you to turn around shortly, feeling slightly startled by the sudden noise. But you were left feeling a bit surprised when seeing that your company for the last few hours had gone done to her knees, forehead pressed against the floor of the mansion and bowing deeply down in front of you.

“I can never forgive myself for not being able to help you. I failed you! I’m so sorry! It’s all because of my own foolishness and incompetence that you had to go through all of this!”

Her voice was shaking and you guessed that she would break out in tears at any moment, she was just as theatrical as your partner was.

“Kanae, it’s not your fault. We were under too many people, you couldn’t have done more than you did already. And that was already a big help. Also, please don’t refer to me as your master, I don’t like it when I’m being called this way. I see you as a friend, so that makes things always a bit awkward when you call me your master.”

Only the fading and fast footsteps of yours were heard in the silence which followed afterwards, leaving two people left dwelling on what had just happened. Shuu, who was staring with still shocked eyes at the stairs where you had just walked up, and Kanae, who was still remaining in her humble position. Somewhere upstairs the rather loud slam of a door was heard, indicating that you had just entered your room.

“Kanae…What…happened?”

Even her master seemed to be left flabbergasted by this sudden change of events, although tears were already starting to fill his eyes. It was not as much because of your rejecting behavior towards him, although that had hurt as well. No, it was because someone had upset his little dove so that she had cried and he hadn’t been there to protect her.

“So eine Scheiße!”, the girl suddenly shouted furiously and frustrated, slamming her head against the floor harshly as if wanting to punish herself.

By now she had bursted out in tears, drops splashing to the ground. “What am I good for when I couldn’t even keep her safe and this-this disgrace away from her?! Now she is angry! Please forgive me Master Shuu. You chose me because you trusted me to protect her, but I was the wrong person to choose.”

The last few sentences of her were told much more softer than the previous ones, only proving to Shuu that Kanae felt beyond miserable for what had happened. But it didn’t answe his question! It only made him more anxious.

What had happened whilst he hadn’t been there?! Who the duck dared to make his lovely darling cry?! Who?!

“Would you just please tell me what happened?!”, he yelled at the servant, his string of patience snapping right then and there and leading him into raising his voice.

Kanae flinched when hearing him shouting at her, the panic in his voice overwhelming her even more. It was all because of her that her master would have to go through the same pain as you as well. How should she even start explaining what had happened without him losing it right away?

“Mast-I mean (y/n)…She has been catcalled! And I was unable to take proper care of this threat! Watching this bastard…It was disgusting! Enraging! This rotten mouth of his…The things he called after her, I wish I could have gouged his tongue out! And he even had the audacity to follow her through the city, using every opportunity he had to spit more gross words out! And (y/n) had to endure all of this without losing her self-restraint. She even had to stop me. She stood her ground without breaking down in front of him. She was so admirable. I should have taken an example on her.”

The confession of the truth hurt, having to go through it all again hurt. Her master’s darling had been so brave, so perfectly in control of her emotions, so empathetic to rather let herself get humiliated instead of risking to let Kanae get triggered and reveal that she was a ghoul in the center of the city. And (y/n) still saw her as a friend! She was so kind. No wonder Master Shuu was so madly in love with her.

After that the ghoul waited for some reaction from him, shouting, yelling, crying, lashing out on her, anything. But nothing came. Instead another silence befell both of them, coming with a creepy feeling. An almost paralyzing feeling that made the violet-haired girl stay on the ground. The air felt like it was weighting her down. She knew this feeling.

Fear.

"So you're telling me that ma chérie is crying because some walking useless trash thought that he could use her and play her for his own entertainment?"

His voice was beyond spine-chilling, spoken like a true lunatic. His voice sounded for the most part quieter than expected, though it was trembling slightly. But what made her body nearly forget to function out of terror was the icy blood lust in it, like he was on the brink of insanity.

Barely, only barely did Kanae manage to lift her head, enough to catch a glimpse of his face. It only made her break out in cold sweat more. She thanked the heaven that he wasn't looking at her right now, instead staring in the empty space, a murderous grin on his face. His eyes were wide, reflecting the craziness inside of him perfectly. Just by looking at him was enough for Kanae to know that he was tearing the culprit in his mind currently to a bloody and deforedly mess. Her master was thinking like her, she had planned on doing the same. But she hadn't looked that unnerving.

"As much as I would love to torture and rip this waste of oxygen right now, this will have to wait. My princess needs me right now."

The sudden change in his whole personality was delightening yet also the slightest bit stunning for Kanae to witness, how he went from psychopathic sadist to his normal dramatic and lovesick self.

"W-wait! C-can I do something, anything to make somehow up for my failure?", Kanae stuttered out, stopping Shuu from crossing the stairs with huge steps. She had to do something, she felt truly feeble.

Shuu noticed her still majorly guilty expression, giving her a small sympathetic smile. "Don't work yourself up to hard over it now. (y/n) was only right. You would have only done much worse if you would have let lost control then and there. You already did a better job than I did in keeping composure. For now just tell the others to prepare dinner, (y/n)'s favorite. And also..."

The sudden drop in Shuu's voice and his face was a dead giveaway what he wanted to say next. "Let's meet later outside when my darling is sleeping. I believe we have something to take care of, don't we?"

That alone was enough to make Kanae stand up, the anger and feeling of helplessness scratching her feeling of self-esteem. Her master knew that she had a score to settle as well after having only been able to watch. She felt grateful that he took that into reconsideration even though she had let this happen in the first place.

"It would be my pleasure to be from any help. I feel honored that you still chose me."

"Why are you here? I think I told you I want to be alone.", you shot out after Shuu had simply knocked and entered your room without permission, giving you nearly no time to wipe away all the tears on your cheeks. You hated crying in front of people, you hated looking weak and vulnerable and being it as well. That's why you always wanted to be alone when you felt like crying.

"You expect me to just stand away when my dove clearly needs someone right now?! You were just sexually harassed and want me to leave you alone?! Forget it!"

His reaction was what you had seen coming, the paranoia coloring his face being all too obvious and he looked distressed as well. Shuu wasn't good in handling something like this at all, not when it had you being in any sort hurt involved.

"Go away. I look terrible right now.", you just said without replying to what he had just said, though this had been a rhetorical question. You didn't look very good right now, tears smearing all over your face, your eyes reddened and puffy and your nose running due to all the crying.

"That doesn't matter to me. For me you look beatiful no matter what, even if you cry."

Despite feeling upset, you managed to let a chuckling scoff out when you heard the man saying this, still not being completely used to his more cheesy lines. But right now he probablly had the intention to cheer you up.

"Good grief, you're really too much. Let go of me.", you replied slightly ironically in between your sobs when he suddenly just clinged to you, wrapping you up in his arms. It wasn’t uncomfortable though, his hug was warm and managed to soothe you a bit.

You actually shouldn’t feel this way, not in the arms of the man who used to torment and hurt you out of pure and utter sadistic fun. Back then it had just been horror for you. And only thanks to his well-mannered father things had changed for you, only then. You owed Mirumo for that more than you could effort, but his only request had been staying, knowing the attachment his son had for you would never perish. But at the same time you had the feeling his father had helped his son as well, causing you to get along with him better and better until you had started to forget where acting stopped and where real feelings were showing.

“Shh princess…don’t cry over this scum, he doesn’t deserve your tears.”

He had a point. That asshole had wanted to get under your skin which was the second reason you had stayed strong in front of him. But you were human as well, you had feelings which could be hurt. You were currently hurt which was why you needed some sort of comfort right now and Shuu provided it. Maybe a bit too much.

You estimated that you needed about five minutes until you had calmed somewhat down, though the after effects from your crying session still shook your body every once in a while. But you felt the tiniest bit less shitty.

“I think I’m feeling better now. Thank you…Shuu.”, you told him softly, feeling your cheeks warming up the tiniest bit.

He just let out a content ‘hmm’, his chin resting on your shoulder and his one hand playing with your hair a bit. He didn’t look like he had any intentions to move despite you giving him the look. You had a rather silly bad feeling.

“Do you want to let me go?”

“Never. At least not until the dinner is prepared.”

“Shuu.”, you protested slightly, pushing him a bit against the chest which turned out to be good for nothing. He didn’t budge. Instead you could almost see with your inner two eyes on the back of your head that he was grinning upon your attempt to remove him.

“Oh well. I’ll let him have it his way. He deserves it.”

Kanae was walking, as quietly as possible, nervously back and forth. She would never blame her master for anything at all, but maybe she just felt extremely uneasy right now that she wanted to leave desperately. Tokyo was huge and finding one single man would be hard, though she remembered the few broken pieces of informations she had heard when the man had been taken away from some other people who seemed to know him.

“I have to avenge (y/n) or else I’ll never be able to feel like I deserve this happiness.”, the girl thought bitterly, intending to bring suffering over this piece of garbage.

“You seem rather impatient. Believe me, I am just as eager as you are, though we shouldn’t waste too much time with this sad excuse of a man.”

Kanae quickly turned around, anticipation shining from her eyes when she saw Shuu appearing from the shadows, already having put on fitting clothes and holding his mask in his hand.

“I apologize, I simply couldn’t bring myself to leaving my princess alone. She looked too gorgeous to not marvel over. That’s why I want to speed this all up, I want to return to her as fast as possible. It of course doesn’t mean I intend to let this person easily of the hook.”

He chuckled a bit, for a few moments softness dominating his face when recalling the sweet memories of his darling sleeping peacefully. But in the blink of an eye he changed, the lust to kill someone taking over him and twisting his face into something entirely else.

“Kanae, do you know where we should start?”

His voice was terrifying, his feelings and intentions dripping freely from it and a malicious glint shining in his eyes. Not like Kanae minded, her own face being overshadowed by her negative feelings.

“Yes, I do have an idea.”

#yandere tokyo ghoul #yandere shuu #yandere shuu tsukiyama

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thenextchapter22 · 3 years

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Mail Order… Kitten Girl

Part 4: Demons?!

Description: Satan accidentally orders a special type of ‘cat’ online after having a few too many drinks…

Tags: Past Abuse, Past Non/Con, Slavery, Pet Play, Cat Hybrids, Fluff, Comfort, Explicit Sexual Content

Pairing(s): Reader/Everyone (but Luke)

Link to my AO3: Click Here

Part One Part Two Part Three

+++++ MINORS DNI +++++

You had been given clothes first. Asmo, the flirty one, lead you to his bedroom. It smelled like flowers, and fruit, and while it was nice it was a little overwhelming to your senses at first.

“Here, sit on the bed and I’ll grab some clothes for you,” he said softly, and sat you on the edge of the bed. You cared not that you were as nude as the day you were born, and he didn't either. It was typical of Kitten Girls to be so and you had been trained for it; Master’s liked their Kitten’s ready at all times.

Asmo disappeared into his walk-in closet, and you looked around the room, bouncing on the bed. It was soft and warm, you wanted to sleep in it.

“Ah, here, this should fit you perfectly!”

You jumped as he emerged from his closet. He had a few pieces of cloth in his arms, and they all looked cozy and you even saw a pair of fuzzy socks. You had never had those before. This was a real treat you would take advantage of.

He sat on the bed next to you, smiled at you again and thus giving your body slight shivers. Something in his eyes made you feel pleasant.

You waited for him to do something, but he seemed to be admiring your face. The staring was nerve wrecking. “You’re very beautiful, little kitty,” he eventually stated. “Can I pet your ears?”

You blushed, but nodded. "You can,” you softly spoke in the quiet room.

He squealed. His fingers were delicate on your head, and he scratched in the right places before he carefully stroked over your ears. Such a gentle touch, and he made sure to be slow about it. You found your eyes closing in contentment.

When he stopped after a minute, you pouted. And you realized you’d been purring, too, which made your cheeks burn. You curled your tail around your waist and squeezed, a distraction you had done over the years to get out of your own head.

He giggled. “I think you should get dressed. Then we can go to see what Beel made for you to eat.” Asmo handed you the stack he’d set on his side. “You can change here, or go into my closet. Whatever makes you feel more comfortable.”

You shrugged. You were already nude. This was one of your Masters’ rooms after all. Putting on clothes within the first hour of being here was strange, but if it was what they wanted…

You slipped on the underwear, cotton, and loose pants, also cotton, then the tank top and after that the sweatshirt. Everything was either pink or pink and glittery, but not uncomfortable. You had to adjust the pants to make them a little lower so it could be freed. You sat back down and put the socks on. You felt so warm and soft, almost sleepy. But Asmo said food was next, so you kept your eyes open and looked to him for what to do.

He smiled, and his eyes sparkled. “Good. Let’s go to the kitchen,” he said, and took your hand to lead you out of the room.

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The kitchen was packed with people. You hadn’t ever been around so many in one room in a very long time. You counted and they were all there, all the men from before in the first room, probably to because they wanted to see you. They stared at you, almost ogling but not quite, and then went back to doing whatever else they were doing.

You followed Asmo to the center of the room, and glanced around, taking in the many different types of machines and types of food all over. Some of it looked quite strange, but you supposed that you hadn’t been in an actual kitchen in a while. It was mostly served to you in your rooms, or in a cafeteria style.

“She looks cozy, Asmo,” said the sleepy-looking one. He sat on a bar top with a spotted pillow, his head pressed down into it. His head tilted sideways so he could speak clearly.

“Thank you Belphie. I wanted our new darling to be cute and comfortable,” he said proudly.

You looked down at your feet, sliding them on the tiled floor. It was fun, like skating. You smiled and did it again, and then sucked in a breath when you bumped into a solid chest.

You backed up and put your head down, shaking. “S-s-sorry,” you stuttered.

There was a large hand on your head, and you ‘oof’ed. “Don’t worry about it.”

You glanced up to see a large red-headed man, the one from before that mentioned food. He grinned at you. “Your hair is soft, and so are your ears.”

Blushing, you said, “Thank you,” quietly, again. So far, they hadn’t told you to be quiet, so you hoped you would be able to speak a little more here. It was nice to hear your own voice.

“So, what did you make for her, Beel?” asked the white-haired man. He stood over the red-head, Beel, who was cooking in a large pot on the stove.

“A simple broth soup. Not sure what’s she’s eaten before, so something lighter will be good.”

You inhaled, and sighed. It smelled salty and sweet, and the rich aroma made your stomach growl.

The men all laughed. You hid your face in one hand, and your other flickered with the tip of your tail in nervous habit.

“Well, I assume she’ll like it from that noise,” Lucifer stated with a smirk.

Beel turned his head and smiled. “It’s ready.”

You were the only one who ate (but you did see Beel sneak some, but it wasn’t your place to speak against a Master). It was nerve-wrecking, but you didn’t care. It tasted so good. You drank the entire bowl and had seconds, and Beel seemed glad to dish it out. Then you sighed in delight and purred, licking your lips and cleaning your fangs with your tongue.

Lucifer let you settle for a minute before he spoke. “Now that you’ve eaten, I think we should all take a seat in the common room and talk.”

Everyone got settled on the sofas and chairs in the next room. It was a nice little set up, books and a fireplace, and soft light from the lamps surrounding the furniture. You made to sit on the floor closest to Lucifer, because no one permitted you to sit on the couches, but he gave you a look and pointedly glanced at the open seat beside the white-haired man.

You sat obediently and straightened your back.

He cleared his throat. “I think we should all start with introductions. I’m Lucifer, the eldest brother.”

The one beside you moved frantically in his seat and grinned. “Oi, I’m Mammon, the second oldest and the Greatest!”

There was silence, aside from some beeping, and you looked up to see everyone glaring at the purple-haired man.

“Levi!” a few of them shouted.

He jumped and made a crazy noise. “W-what? Oh, I—I’m Leviathan, but just call me Levi, you normie.”

You frowned. Did he insult you? There was no way to tell.

A sigh from the blonde across from you with crossed legs. “My name is Satan. Pleased to meet you.” He smiled, and it was very sweet.

“You know me, darling~ My name is Asmodeus, but I prefer Asmo,” he said with a flirty wink. You felt gooey on the inside looking in his pretty pink eyes, like he was entrancing you or something.

The large man smiled. “I’m Beelzebub, but Beel works, too. Whatever you want.” He hit the sleeping one beside him, and sighed. “This is Belphegor, but just call him Belphie.”

You looked around found them all staring at you. They were all family, which was nice. All brothers. You twitched in your seat, their gazed almost pressuring you, and you didn’t know what they wanted to happen next. But then, they were introducing, so that meant…

“I—I don’t… my name...” you didn’t go by any name, not anymore. “Just call me… Kitten.”

They nodded, or smiled gently. They seemed to understand and respect that, and you almost cried with relief and happiness. Your new Masters were so kind.

Lucifer clapped his gloved hands together. “Well, we should get you a room then. I also want to let you know one more thing, seeing as you are part Human and are probably unaware.”

He went on to explain that they were all… demons. And you were in a place called the Devildom.

You laughed. You hadn’t laughed in so long, and it felt good. “You—ha—you are—haha,” you couldn’t even speak, the idea was so absurd. It was totally wrong of you to laugh at your Masters but you could not help yourself.

Yes, you were part cat, but that was just genetics, this was an entire Heaven/Hell, and God and the Devil thing. That was no way true. If so, God would not have allowed you to go through what you did. Because if he did, then what kind of God was he?

Lucifer was pissed off. “You dare to laugh?”

Then, an unspeakable event happened. Smoke appeared, black and wild, all around him. And you looked and saw several types of smoke appearing around your other Masters as well. The sleeping one was no long asleep, and had his own smoke covering.

Once it cleared, seconds later, they had drastically changed…

Horns of different shapes on all of their heads. Tails or wings, fluttering about. Fangs, sharper than yours, prominent on their grinning or sly smirking lips. Outfits with chains, leather, and flamboyant colors, jewelry that sparkled and gleamed. It was magical, and insane.

You paled, and opened your mouth to scream. “DEMONS?!!”

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You were panicking. This was not happening. You were sent to Hell? Did you die? Demons were all around you, and they looked so scary. Big and demanding presences all over the room.

There would be pain, and torture. Blood. Again, blood, but this time worse than before. Because a paddling from a human you could take, but what about torture from demons?

They were not human . They were evil.

Lucifer’s wings were huge, and black. Levi had a serpent’s tail, and you pictured it around your neck. Mammon’s chest was bare, marked with white, and he looked so strong. The list went on and on, scarier and scarier, you started to hyperventilate. You barely had a chance to look at anyone else, too frightened to open your eyes.

“Calm down.”

The hand on your arm made you scream, and you pushed away whoever touched you. You fell to the floor on your knees, and held your hands over your ears which were flat on your head.

“She’s shaking, what should we do?” asked Mammon.

“I believe we should start by shifting back, so she isn’t quite so frightened of us.”

“Good thinking, Satan,” Beel responded.

They were talking, but you barely heard them. You rocked yourself, hoping to comfort yourself in the motion.

There was a rush of air around you, then a pressure over your body, and you moved your hands from your head to grab the fabric. It was a blanket, thin but still soft. You rubbed it, the sensation soothing you a little.

“Kitten, you can open your eyes now, it’s all right.” Lucifer’s voice rang out.

You inhaled, exhaled, and did just that. They were normal again. Or rather, disguised as normal.

There was a hand in your face, and a Kleenex. You took the offered tissue from Asmodeus, and wiped your eyes and nose.

“W-where am I?”

“You’re in the Devildom, sweetheart,” Asmo replied with a sort of pitying look.

After you sat back on the sofa in the corner, blanket secured over you, Lucifer explained what the Devildom was, and who they were, and the entire time you were listening with apt attention. You were so amazed by it all, until he said ‘Demon’s’ again and then you freaked out.

“W—will you h-hurt me?” you murmured.

A soft hand on your hair behind your ears, it was Satan standing beside you. He smiled and shook his head. “No, Kitten, we won’t hurt you.”

You leaned into his touch, and he scratched around your ears. You sighed. That was nice.

“Are you… g-gonna to keep me?”

“If that’s what you want.”

What… you want? You got to decide? You swallowed and nodded. “Please. I’d like to stay… masters.”

They all grinned at you, and cheered.

“Yes, this is going to be so fun, I’m going to set a beauty routine for us with face masks and everything, oh and your claws are perfect to paint, what do you think of the color pink?”

“She’s too skinny, we need to feed her more. I’ll look up what cats eat.”

“Beel, she’s not just a cat, she’s human, too. Look up human world recipes so we don’t poison her.”

“Oh, right. Thanks, Belphie.”

“I’m gonna teach her sooo much!”

“Eew, Mammon, don’t be such a perv.”

“Oi, Levi! I was talkin’ ‘bout Poker, not anythin’ sexual! Satan, help me out here!”

“You dug your own grave, Mammon. We all knew you’d be the one.”

“W-what does that mean!?”

You giggled into your hands. They were all so cute, and you curled into the blanket and listened to the chaotic brothers argue about what to do with you. For Demons, they acted like normal people. Well, what you remembered a family of normal people acted like.

Lucifer was watching you, and you looked back at him. He gave you an exasperated look, and you purred into the blanket and sighed.

This was your home now. These were your Masters. Demons, but still... They were yours.

#obey me fanfic #fanfiction #shall we date obey me #reader fanfiction #obey me reader x everyone #mail order kitten girl #hybrids #cat hybrid #my fics #ao3 link #female reader

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sindrafalcone · 3 years

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Secret Valentine...

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Kwon Jiyong (G Dragon) x reader

Synopsis: Jiyong finally figures out his secret Valentine

Warnings: fluffiness, candy induced fluffiness

Author’s Note: Finally finished this belated Valentine’s fluff piece! Maybe Jiyong will leave me be for now so I can go back to writing Seunghyun. lol My apologies for the lateness. But I hope you guys still enjoy!

Suggested Listening: ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work. I do not own any images used.

Masterlist

From his place on the floor of the YG mens locker room, partially hidden behind some empty boxes, Jiyong yawned as quietly as he could & checked the time on his phone. 5am. That meant that most of the early employees should start arriving soon. He felt himself smile and excitement bubbled up in his chest. This time he was finally going to figure it out...

The chocolates had begun mysteriously appearing in his locker on Valentine's day of 2007. Bigbang had made their debut, but hadn't quite managed to find that hit song that he was so sure he'd be able to write sooner or later.

After an incredibly long and tiring day of dance practice he'd opened up his locker, only to find a tiny white box sitting on the shelf inside. The box was plain, not even a bow or a note in sight. Curiosity got the better of him as he carefully extracted the little package from it's hiding place, turning it over in his hand to see if he could figure out what it was. “Hey!” he called out to the other four men. “Did any of you guys slip this into my locker?”

He held the box up so they could all see it, but every man shook his head. “What is it?” Seunghyun asked, his voice a bit muffled as he changed shirts. “If I knew that, do you think I'd be asking who put it here?”

“Well, open it!” Youngbae encouraged.

Jiyong eyed his best friend warily, but decided he was right... the only way to find out was to open the damn thing. He slid his thumb along the flap and pulled it back. He had to fight the urge to laugh as the whole group crowded around him in order to see what his unexpected gift was.

“It's...” Jiyong was at a loss for words.

“Chocolate?” Daesung offered tentatively. “I think...”

A single chocolate truffle was all the box contained. It was sad looking and irregularly shaped, clearly a homemade attempt. Jiyong reached into the box with trembling fingers, picking up the chocolate in between his forefinger and his thumb so he could examine it closer. It was obviously dark chocolate, covered in a layer of cocoa powder. But it still had a faint scent of something else... 'Oranges, maybe?' he thought to himself.

“Awww.... Jiyongie got himself a Valentine!” Youngbae teased. “Who's it from?” the maknae asked.

“I have no idea.” Jiyong whispered, just before he held it up to his lips and took a bite.

Despite the yelling protests of his friends, telling him he was insane for eating something from an unknown sender, Jiyong was in heaven.

He had been right. The slightly bitter flavor of the cocoa powder hit his tongue first, followed quickly by the sweetness of the rich chocolate as he chewed the soft confection slowly. Only after he swallowed did he taste the orange and something slightly more astringent... probably alcohol of some sort. A satisfied groan came from somewhere deep within Jiyong's chest.

“Damn...” Seunghyun swore under his breath. “Must have tasted better than it looked. Can I have the other half?” he looked at the leader hopefully.

“No.” said Jiyong simply & then popped the rest of the treat into his mouth. This was his very first Valentine's chocolate and he was not in the mood to share it.

The guys just shook their heads and went back to getting ready, all interest in teasing Jiyong was lost now that the chocolate was gone.

And that was how it had started.

Jiyong had received “mystery chocolates” in his locker every Valentine's Day from there on out, with the exception of the couple of years he'd actually had a girlfriend. And on those years, he'd found himself seriously missing the candies. So much so, that he'd started to make absolutely sure he was single on Valentine's Day, just so he'd be guaranteed to get his chocolates.

Over the years the number of candies had multiplied and improved in quality. The second year, there had been four of the same that he'd gotten the first time. Each one a little rounder & more expertly shaped than the one before. And it had just snowballed from there... fillings and toppings had changed, there was now a mix of dark, milk and white chocolate. And, he had to admit, the candy itself had gotten prettier, more well made. Practice made perfect, Jiyong supposed. But the boxes, even though they'd been getting steadily bigger, were always plain & white with no indication whatsoever as to who kept leaving them in his locker.

Jiyong heard the door to the room open, jolting him from his memories. He watched as a shadowy figure crept into the room and headed straight for his locker. Patiently he waited... the “chocolatier” as he'd come to think of her, opened his locker quietly, pulled a container from her bag, and slid it into place on the shelf. Then she stealthily shut the door to the locker and turned around.

That was when Jiyong sprung his trap.

“A-ha!” he yelled in triumph, flipping up the light switch and flooding the room with the harsh glow of florescents. “I've gotcha now!”

You screamed and flattened yourself against the row of lockers at the sudden invasion of light.

Jiyong stood there just blinking, trying to give his eyes time to adjust.

“Ji... Jiyong?” your voice wavered in shock and a slight tinge of fear. “You scared me to death!” you held a hand to your chest, attempting to slow the frantic beating of your heart.

“______________-ah?” Jiyong asked, his voice sounding confused, but intrigued at the same time. He couldn't imagine that you, of all people, turned out to be his mysterious Valentine chocolate maker.

You'd begun working at YG in 2005, starting as an unpaid intern, basically running errands and cleaning. Through the years, you had managed to work your way up through the company based solely on hard work and perseverance. You moved over to working with the Coordi Noona's on wardrobe & then transferred to the set and stage team. Now you were incredibly proud to be able to say that you were the main set designer for all of Bigbang's concerts. It was a job that you loved and hated at the same time. Because it helped keep you close to Jiyong, the man you had come to love and accept that you could never have. So, you made a compromise with yourself to make him chocolate every Valentine's Day, never letting him know who they were actually from, because you knew that his rejection would absolutely wreck you.

Jiyong moved around the boxes he'd been using as cover and strode over to stand in front of you, dangerously close.

“So... you're my 'chocolateir'?” he asked with a smirk.

“I...” it was on the tip of your tongue to say that you didn't know what he was talking about, but you knew it was no use. You'd been caught & now would come the rejection and humiliation that you had been so scared of for years. That's why you had placed them in his locker in secret in the first place, you didn't have the courage to face Jiyong and admit your feelings.

He simply reached around you and deftly popped his locker open, reaching in and coming out with the simple white box in hand.

“Jiyong, I...” you started to explain, but he just held a finger up to your lips.

“Shhhhh.....” he said with a smile as he pried the lid open.

You watched as his face lit up like a little kid, looking at the variety of chocolates in the box this year. He pointed to a white chocolate one that you'd made for the first time. “What's this one?”

“Raspberry mousse.” you told him flatly.

“And this?” he pointed out another.

“Pistachio.” you sighed.

Jiyong took his time looking the box over, but the longer he took, the more his delighted face turned into a frown.

“Where's the orange ones?” he pouted.

“What?”

“The orange ones!” he whined. “You know... like the first one you made me.” Jiyong looked at you then, his brown eyes pleading.

“Oh....” you chuckled. “those are on the second layer.” you reached over and lifted the first section of the box to reveal the tier below.

Jiyong's eyes grew wide as he saw that the entire second box was filled with nothing but the orange truffles that he loved so much. Without hesitation, he reached in and lifted one out, popping it into his mouth in a single bite and moaning aloud, just as he had the first time.

You felt yourself shiver as Jiyong ate the truffle. Watching as his eyes slid closed in complete bliss and the sound of satisfaction escaped his chest. You couldn't help but feel proud that your chocolate making skills had managed to elicit such a response.

“They aren't orange.” you whispered, not sure why you felt the need to correct him on such a small detail.

“What?” his eyes popped open in shock, the moment ruined.

“The truffles...” you stammered. “They aren't orange. They're Grand Marneir.”

Jiyoing grinned. “I thought I tasted alcohol...”

“I, uh... I learned how to make them from my aunt.” you admitted shyly.

“And the rest?”

“Well, at first I just watched videos online and eventually I took some local classes on chocolate making.” you said quietly, not really sure why you were admitting all this to him.

“All that... just for me?” he asked, carefully taking the first layer from you & setting both down on the nearby wooden bench.

You just nodded, suddenly unsure of what to say.

Jiyong turned back to face you, his face suddenly serious. “All this time... why not just tell me, _______-ah?”

“I...” you briefly thought about lying, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. “I... wanted to wait until they were perfect. And I was... I was afraid you wouldn’t return my feelings.” you looked dejectedly at the floor, certain that he was going to try and turn you down as gently as he could. You couldn't bear to watch his face as he did it.

To your great surprise you felt Jiyong step into your space. One hand snaked around your waist, coming to rest at the small of your back. His other hand gently came up under your chin, tilting your face so that you were forced to look at him.

“They're already perfect.” he murmured. “They were from the very beginning.”

You opened your mouth to protest, because even you had to admit that the first truffle you'd left him had been positively ugly. Instead Jiyong slid his mouth over yours, objectively swallowing anything you were about to say.

The kiss shocked you at first, but once you realized there was actually feeling behind it on his part, you began to kiss him back eagerly. You wound your arms around him, pulling Jiyong even closer to you.

There was a hint of dark chocolate & Grand Marnier and you found that couldn't get enough now that you'd finally gotten a taste of him.

After a while, he broke the kiss and pulled back slightly, his lips still barely touching yours. “You were my first Valentine.” he admitted breathlessly.

“Really?” you gave him a dubious look.

“Honest.” he smiled. “You can ask the guys if you don't believe me.”

You returned his smile, leaned forward and gave him another small kiss.

“Can I also be your last Valentine?”

Jiyong pulled you into a tight hug, whispering into your ear, “I'd love that, actually... just as long as you always make me those orange truffles.”

“Deal.”

Jiyong exhaled a breath that he hadn't realized he'd been holding and chuckled. He pulled back so that he could look at you.

“Fair warning, _________-ah. I feel like I should tell you to brace yourself.” he said, his face suddenly serious.

“Brace myself?” you asked, confused. “For what?”

“I have a lot of White Day's to make up for...” he said, winking at you before leaning in for another kiss.

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vergilthelibrarian · 4 years

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I was just writing and I don’t know what this is but enjoy ^^

Yandere!KunxGenderNetural!Reader

You stared at the body of your late husband that was laid in the brown wooden casket, not shedding a single tear.

Everyone was consoling you, asking you if you were okay but how could you be okay?

Did you love Kun?

It was complicated.

Very complicated.

Kun loved you, at least that’s what he would always tell you because the moment you two got married, everything changed. Slowly but surely the dynamics of the relationship changed.

The thing about Kun was that he was always protective.

Maybe it was because of him being a Capricorn or maybe it was because of his personality, but his protective personality soon turned possessive and you in turn grew concerned.

He would mutter and say slick remarks about your friends and family to you but the moment he was in front of them, he turned up his charm, making them not see what you saw.

What he was beginning to show you.

Then he started making comments about your clothes, not liking you showing off skin.

“I just don’t like people staring at you…” he first started saying which soon turned into, “No one should even be looking at you besides me.”

He even forced you to quit your job simply because he hated knowing that other people looked and talked to you and he felt as though only that should be his privilege.

Sometimes, you’d just catch him staring at you, his brown eyes focus on your form and whenever you would nervously ask him why was he staring at you, he’d usually comment on how beautiful he found you.

Though that was happening, you didn’t really tell anyone and maybe it was because of you not telling anyone, it was easier for Kun to trick everyone into thinking that you were going insane when he started just locking you away in the basement for hours on end.

When he started doing this, he said it was just a joke, but then he started locking you up for a couple of days, then weeks, then months.

But whenever he did let you out and you would tell people, they would just look at you like as if you were crazy.

Kun was just such a charming man that no one took you seriously.

He’d still let you out though… that was until you ran to a cop, panicking as you told him that your husband was keeping you isolated and before the cop could calm you down enough to listen, Kun caught you, apologizing to the officer, saying that you forgot to take your meds and dragged you away.

Once you were back home, he scolded you, saying that he didn’t care about you telling your friends and family and even random stranger because no one would actually believe you but telling a police officer? That was a huge no no and as your punishment, you would never leave the house again.

You truly didn’t know what had gotten into Kun and you wondered if he always had this side to him but just hid it from you. They did say that abusive men usually showed their real personality once they thought they had their partner trapped and the more controlling he got, the more you realized that that was the case.

He didn’t really give you rules but you had to be good to him or else he wouldn’t feed you. He wouldn’t talk to you or show you affection. He’d just leave you trapped in that basement until you’d cry for him, which he loved seeing you do.

Having you beg for him always made him felt special because he was the one making you feel this way. It was the reason why he didn’t have any solid rules set in place because it gave him more freedom to punish you.

I guess you can say it gave him a type of gratification that you were always trying to please him.

After some years has passed, it got worse.

Kun started threatening to kill your family and friends if you do something that he deemed unforgivable.

At first, you thought he didn’t meant it but one day, you simply had enough of him and just simply fought him.

You lost of course because he was way stronger than you and being locked up with no food does make you pretty weak.

You were beaten up and knew you would be bruised up for some time.

Kun though, was very pissed.

The fact that you put your hands on him despite all the things hes done for you? He needed to teach you a lesson.

And when he one day threw the body of your close relative down the basement, their glossed over eyes wide open and staring at you, you felt yourself break because that was when you finally realized that Kun really was a monster.

You trembled as you heard the wooden steps creek, Kun walking slowly down the steps.

“This is what happens when you do stupid shit.” you remember him sneering at you. “You loved them right? I think you’ll be fine with their body down here with you for a bit.” his face was stoic as those words left his mouth.

“Hey? Are you sure you’re okay?” you blinked out of your trip down memory lane as you turned your head to the side to see Renjun looking at you with concern.

You nodded.

“Y-yeah. I’m fine.” you answered him, looking back at Kun’s body.

You sighed because you didn’t know how you felt.

Before you two got married, Kun was sweet and nice. Intelligent and always seemed to have your best interests at heart but maybe that was just as mask he wore in order to get you.

“I’m gonna go.” you told Renjun, turning away.

“Are you sure?” he asked and you nodded, saying yes quietly before leaving the funeral home.

You awoke to your name being called which honestly scared the hell out of you because no one live in this house besides you.

Though Kun was gone, you didn’t leave the house because you genuinely felt too afraid to leave.

Kun drilled into your head that the world outside of this house was evil and out to get you and even though you knew he was wrong, a part of you believed it a little.

You kept hearing your name being called and you gulped as you recognized the voice that was calling you.

It was Kun.

His disembodied voice continued cooing your name and slowly, you got up from the bed and walked out of the bedroom. You turned on your hallway light as you walked down the hallway and down the steps.

His voice seemed to get louder and louder as you walked, his chuckling digging its way into your brain.

Soon it stopped once you were in front of the basement.

Come downstairs.

Your hand shakily turned the knob of the door, your heart racing fast. You should be running out of this house but you couldn’t.

Even though he was gone, he still had control over you.

You opened the door and began walking down the steps, turning on the dim light and walking down.

Once you were down the steps and in the spacious basement, you jumped when you heard the door slam close.

You looked up to where the door was in shock only to scream in terror when you looked in front of you.

“What are you doing here?! You’re dead! You’re dead, I killed you!” you cried out.

A dark aura surrounded Kun’s ghostly figure as he walked to you, he deathly pale skin covered in blood.

Though his aura yelled danger, the smile on his face said otherwise as he gave you that sweet smile that use to make your stomach do flips.

“I am dead and honestly… I feel so better this way. Much freer. I have to thank you love.” he said.

You gulped as your back felt the cool wall, moving away when you felt his cold hand cup the side of your face.

“You know, the afterlife isn’t so bad though it was kind of dark there… and the screams, lots of screams...” his smile dropped for a second as he looked away before it grew back again, his attention back on you.

“But I can take you with me there and no one will be able to have you, to look at you, touch you or talk to you. It just be you and me… Like how it should always be.”

“But I- I killed you.” you stuttered shakily, tears falling down your cheeks.

“Yes, you did. And it was painful the way how you just stabbed me repeatedly… I must have treated you so badly huh?” he said, his face showing regret.

You stared at him.

Though he was acting nice, you still felt a dark aura around him and you knew it was just all an act.

“Stop trying to trick me!” you yelled at him backing away.

“Trick you?” he asked you, his head tilting curiously.

You furiously nodded your head.

“Yes! Trick me! You’re pretending that you regret being a controlling abusive asshole! But I won’t fall for it!” you turned and ran up the steps.

“Come back here.” Kun growled and you felt your body fall down the steps suddenly. You crumpled on the floor, moaning in pain.

“You’re so goddamn stubborn. This is why I did the things I did because you just never listened to me!” he yelled.

You sat up on the ground, looking up at the angry ghost.

Suddenly, you grabbed at your throat as you felt the air cut off from you.

“This is the only way we can be together now without you trying to get away from me...”

You thrashed around, as you felt your heartbeat slow down, falling down on the ground.

“I would say I’m sorry but truthfully I’m not.”

As you lost consciousness, the last thing you heard was.

“You’ll be so happy with me. I promise you that I’ll treat you better.” he paused, noticing that you weren’t moving anymore.

“It’ll be just you and me living in our own personal heaven, like how it was always meant to be.”

#i hope this is okay lol like i was just writing whatever came to my mind tbh #yandere nct #yandere wayv #yandere nct u #yandere kun #kun x you #kun x reader #kun x male reader #qian kun x reader #qian kun x male reader #qian kun x you

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Borrowed Time || Chp. 1

So my latest hyperfixation has been this show on Netflix called ‘Swee/t Home’. It’s a live-action South Korean adaption of a webtoon comic, and seriously if you’ve never heard of it before, at least watch the first episode. If you aren’t hooked, gosh, I don’t know what could make a person want more! But you don’t have to have seen the show to enjoy this I think, but again I’d highly reccommend checking the series out. I adore every single character and I’ll probably be writing more about them all, but for now I’m focusing on Pyeon San/g-wook because h-he’s my fave... He’s basically a mysterious drifter who dolls out justice in his own badass way, and he’s amazing and a super complex character.

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR EPISODE FIVE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED:

This is after Sang-wook kills the pedophile he was hired to find, and then drags his body outside while bringing two other victims who had died to a monster inside the apartment building. It was pouring raining and my brain instantly went: how can you have a out-in-the-rain scene without sickness? BLASPHEMY! Anyway hope y’all enjoy!

The timing might have been slightly comical if he didn't have a splitting headache. Or, was it a concussion? That... nurse had mentioned something similar, but he truly hadn't paid her any mind. Why would he give someone so prying the time of day in the first place? He hated being touched without his permission, no matter the reason; maybe she had simply been trying to help, but there was absolutely no way in hell he was going to let her continue treating him as if he was some weakling.

No, he only... felt weak, due to all of the stress. He would bounce back eventually - he inevitably did. Though he could never fully comprehend why, his body had an uncanny ability to heal faster than most, and bestowed him with a strength that most people only ever imagined themselves possessing. It had served him well over the years, made him capable of surviving on his own for as long as he'd needed to, aided him in carrying out the tasks others simply didn't have the stomach for. It had of course, had it's downsides - there were injuries and ailments he simply couldn't knock in a matter of hours, and those instances where he'd been forced to finally allow his body to rest were intensely irritating.

A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead as he staggered through the dirtied hallway and, sensing that he was finally alone, allowed himself to lean bodily against a flyer-littered wall. His breath was coming in short, harsh pants, almost bordering on wheezing, though his teeth instantly grit at the idea. He wasn't weak-- damn it, if Jae-heon had just left him out there to die, he wouldn't be feeling like utter, completely useless shit right now. The zealot likely loathed him just like the rest, if not fear then at the very least an intense dislike. Only his 'vows' or whatever meaningless word of God had made him keep the gate open. He swallowed- or rather, made an attempt to, and was unsurprised to find that the action was mildly painful. Pair that was the throbbing near his sinuses, the malaise, and the general feeling of being lethargic, it wouldn't take a medical professional to inform him that he was unwell. What was that old saying? Something about only fools catching a chill from standing out in the rain? Nonsense. But... well, he wasn't about to start pondering old proverbs with a pounding headache. At least he wasn't getting a nose bleed. Just a stuffy one. It took Sang-wook longer than he would have preferred to stand up straight again and continue limping down the walkway, but eventually he did, coming to a stop on the corner of a vacant room. He could practically hear his limbs creak as he perched himself on the edge of a step, and one hand automatically slipped into his jacket pocket. Some habits were harder to break than others. And if ever there a time he truly needed a smoke... With the lit cigarette between his lips, he began to ponder what his next move would be. He had technically finished his business there; no other reason to remain other than the fact that fucking monsters were roaming the city. Of all the positively inconvenient bullshit - monsters. Not that he had any real plans after taking care of matters. He never did. Being a drifter meant not making attachments, not allowing himself to get roped into anything unless it was related to his main task. And yet there he was, with an apartment full of people who either saw him as a thug or a threat or, for some irritatingly insane reason, a person to be pardoned. A laughable concept at best. He didn't even want to be pardoned - he didn't regret the things he had done, to begin with. And wasn't that one of the key steps to getting into heaven? Being repentant for your sins? Well, that was already one big strike against him. Just how did that damned nosey priest expect him to continue on, then? Why had he been so adamant about "saving" him? Why? A trail of smoke filtered past his nostrils, nose absently wrinkling as the thoughts only served to frustrate him all the more. What the hell was he going to do... He brought the stick to his lips again, but his breath caught pre-inhale, mouth forming a deeper frown than normal. A small pin-prick had been stinging the back of his nose ever since he'd woken up, but so far he'd been able to ignore it. Until now. He sniffed harshly, once, twice and, thinking that was that, but the moment he closed his lips around the cigarette, he inhaled harshly through his nose. "hH'KGSHHh!" The sneeze jerked his head down sharply, though he managed to keep it relatively quiet. The last thing he needed was some passerby hearing and having the guts to try and approach him. Though containing it hadn't done his headache any favors, and his teeth had nearly snapped the cigarette in half. Hell, he couldn't even smoke in peace. What was the point of still being alive, again? "You shouldn't be smoking," Ah, there it was. Sang-wook didn't need to glance up in order to place the voice - he could smell the self-righteousness from a mile away. Or, he would have, had he been able to smell anything at the moment.

Resisting the urge to sniffle, he made no attempt at offering even a semblance of acknowledgement towards the other. Not that it would stop him from poking his nose where it didn't belong, so it came as no surprise when Jae-heon stood directly in front of him, gradually lowering himself until he was seated similarly to the other with a soft grunt. Sighing, Sang-wook plucked the useless cigarette from his lips and tossed it to the floor, swiftly crunching it beneath his boot. "I'm not,"

Jae-heon hummed in acknowledgement. "I don't say it to judge," Sang-wook wasn't sure why he felt the need to clarify, but his gaze did flit over to the other's general direction for a moment. He could see the glint his blade gave off out of the corner of his eye. Curious. Although he didn't doubt the other's skill, he just didn't see a point in taking it with him everywhere. But that was ultimately his choice, and he didn't have the mental capacity to bother pondering why he did so. "How are you feeling?" The scarred man barely lifted his eyes to Jae-heon, who gestured with his chin towards the direction Sang-wook had originally walked from. "Yu-ri took a look at your head injury, right? Is it serious?"

The only response he gave was a meager shrug. Sang-wook wouldn't willingly give information about how he was feeling when it didn't matter in the long run. Whether he was fine or slowly bleeding out, what difference would it make? You shouldn't be alive in the first place; why does he care? God, thinking made his head throb. Couldn't he just be alone in this god forsaken complex for more than a solid minute?

He heard Jae-heon sigh, noted him shift slightly, but still kept his gaze glued to the floor. "What you did... I can't agree with your actions," Sang-wook almost scoffed aloud. Was he really expected to listen to a lecture about right and wrong? His attention was already split, anyway. The itch sparked in his sinuses still burned, not having been satisfied with the weak excuse for a sneeze, and every facial muscle was tensed as he worked to smother the sensation into submission. At least he always happened to look stoic, so he doubted the other would notice. Still, hearing Jae-heon gear up for a sermon of sorts didn't bode well for his waning resolve. "But I do understand why you did what you did. The others might not - they might still see you as something that you're not-" "What would you know about what I am?" Sang-wook interjected sharply, a scowl evident on his features. Admittedly, it hurt to talk, and he internally cringed at the trace of hoarseness in his voice. But he didn't like anyone thinking of him as some misunderstood wretch worthy of some kind of redemption. He wasn't a hero, he wasn't a villain, not good or evil - he simply was, and he never needed to be more or less than that, didn't need to satisfy anyone's opinion of him. Jae-heon glanced down momentarily, looking as if he were trying to gather his thoughts. Speaking could come as easily as breathing at certain times, and yet there were moments were every point of diction managed to fail him. "I'm not here to pity you. And I wouldn't claim to understand you. Every person has their reasons for what they do - and every person has to stand with those reasons before the almighty. I'm not here to judge," The scarred skin beneath Sang-wook's eye jumped slightly. "Then what are you here to do? Whatever it is, you're wasting your..." He had to pause, throat constricting momentarily before he sighed unevenly through his nose, "... breath. You should be more concerned about yourself," Jae-heon couldn't help but quirk a miniscule smile at that. "That isn't God's way. Besides, I wouldn't still be alive if I had decided to be selfish," His thoughts shifted to Hyun-su, Mr. Han, Ms. Im and Ji-su - he had all of them to thank for his life, for making it this far. People who, while they may not have shared the same faith as himself, had believed that sticking together and looking after each other was the way to survive - was the right path. No matter their differences, they chose to be selfless, and that was what had led them to finding the other survivors. Sang-wook didn't reply, mainly due to the fact that he wasn't sure he could safely do so without breaking his concentration. Though it didn't matter - Jae-heon continued anyway. "You didn't have to bring back Min-Ju and Su-ung. I won't ask you why, because to me, what matters is that you did. That means something," When Sang-wook didn't respond again, Jae-heon opened his mouth to continue, only to be silenced when the other opposite him took in a sharp inhale and twisted off to the side. "hH'GKxnt! h'HCHGnt!" Jae-heon blinked for a moment, not really startled by the sneezes but seeming to examine Sang-wook with a little more scrutiny, to which the the other flashed him a glare. Unfazed, he continued to gaze at the other. "You look pale. You should be resting," Sang-wook simply scoffed, cringing at the phlegm lining his throat. He desperately needed to sniff back the moisture threatening to breach his nostrils, but his pride held the action back as Jae-heon continued to press the issue. "You're up and about after having passed out - and you were in the rain for a good while. You might be getting sick," And if he was? What the hell did it matter? Sang-wook wanted to press both heels of his palms against his eyes and grind until the pressure behind them lessened at least a little. He was exhausted, and fatigue suddenly swept over him like the storm clouds still raging outside. Everything felt heavy and sluggish which, for someone with normally such sharp senses, was more than off-putting. It felt wrong. He felt wrong. Why was the good Christian wasting time worrying about whether or not he was ill when there were literal monsters still roaming the apartment? As if sensing his turmoil, Jae-heon finally moved to stand back up, katana blade resting by his side. "You should go see Yu-ri - at the very least she can give you something for your head," He began to turn away, paused, then uttered something that made the skin on the back of Song-wook's neck prickle uncomfortably.

"Take care of yourself," Jae-heon’s retreating footsteps seemed to echo unusually loud, and it wasn't until he could no longer hear them any longer that Sang-wook finally indulged in a thick, pitiful sniffle and allowed his head to drop into his waiting hands.

#greywrites;#shweet home;#still working on part two but i make no promises lol #unless... heh #borrowed time || part 1

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jbbuckybarnes · 4 years

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Fun Nights

Bucky x Reader (Agent 16) Description: The result of sexual tension between the two soft idiots. Warnings: S M U T, not beta read

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Gala Night. This time it was the annual press conference for any team updates with an afterparty. You were wearing a lavender colored dress with fake flowers along the shoulders. A sight Bucky wasn't prepared for. Sure, he'd seen you in dresses before but he hadn't been dating you then. Only thought you were the cutest agent back then. Now he knows you are. "You look gorgeous." "Thanks, Buck. Ain't looking too bad yourself. You don't wear suits enough." you went to correct his bow. The urge to kiss you was written on his face but he couldn't, the others were around and you didn't want them in on your dating adventure until you both were 100% sure. "Is everyone ready to drive?" Tony asked and a collective Yes came back.

The press conference was 30 minutes, the afterparty usual Stark style. "Can I order you a drink, mylady?" he suddenly was right next to you. "Sure, Sergeant." you winked and he needed to hold back a sound coming from his deepest primal instincts. You were really driving him insane today. "Your undressing with your eyes isn't settle." you whispered so only he could hear it and his ears went red. "Sorry." "Nah, I get it. I look good." you chuckled. "Get this girl a shot," he asked and added, "doesn't need to waste her precious time at a bar." "Barnes!" you were fake offended and earned a boyish grin. The shot was served, you downed it and stood up. "I'm in my room if you need me." he bit his lip at your words. "Need to check on the pretty girl in a while, huh?" "Yeah, would be a shame if I would fall asleep without a goodnight kiss." and with that you made your way out of the party. In the car back to the compound your legs started to become jelly. The firsts with a new person were always so overwhelming. Especially when they were essentially super human. In the empty compound you got rid of your shoes, undid your hair and washed off your makeup. "Goodnight kiss delivery." you heard after a while of chilling in your bed. You opened the door to a man with almost black eyes. "Woah. Slow down tiger." you chuckled letting him in. "I'm calm. You're just very...intense today." he said while you helped him out of his jacket. "I aim to surprise." you grinned before starting to unbutton his shirt. "Um." you knew this tone and looked up. "I didn't do this since...well, a long time..." his voice drifted off. "That's okay. I know how to use my voice, Buck." you assured him of vocal and if needed physical assistance. "God, I love you." he growled watching your face and hands. "Want to help me out of the dress?" you smiled up and big gentle hands were opening the dress zipper and pulling it over your head shortly after. He analyzed you fascinated. Yeah, he had seen how women dress now, he'd seen some vanilla porn, he'd seen you in shorts and a sports bra before. Actually, he liked to reference that outfit quite often when he had alone time. But this was real, this was the person that he fell for hardcore. "Okay. I need to ask one thing. Who's taking the lead?" you got rid of his belt. "However you want, sugar." he said melting away at the way you opened the button of his pants. "Well, I see a man that didn't get a treat in quite a while." you grinned, melted your lips together for a second before letting his pants drop to the floor and went down on your knees, taking his briefs with you. Without messing around for too long you let your mouth be filled up. "Fuck, that's good." his right hand landed in your hair. Your eyes went up to see his face and he was looking right back, groaning again at your movement. "Holy shit, you're so fucking sexy like that." "Mhm." your hands were massaging him while your head moved faster and every gagging sound was paired up with a groan, a moan or a grunt. With a drawn out "Fuck." white liquid spilled into your mouth and you let him go. The spell was broken, his eyes were completely dark now and only focused on you. You didn't even notice the amount of wetness that wandered to your underwear just from holding his eye contact. He attacked you with a hungry kiss, he had to have you right now and right there. "You don't know how long I've waited for this." you landed on the bed roughly. His hands went to your black cotton panties and ripped them apart making you moan. Something about such an aggressive move from such a soft person made your center essentially a waterfall. "Hmm, so ready for me." he said in a low voice starting to kiss you everywhere. Your bra opened in the front and you opened it yourself before he could also ruin that one. "Mmh, what a pretty sight." his eyes wandered over your body. "Please, Bucky." you whimpered. "I'm here, sugar." "I need you." you whispered touching your boobs. "Where do you need me, babe?" "Inside of me, please." Your breathing hitched at his fingers going through your folds to collected some of the wetness there. "God, I barely touched you and you're dripping, darling." he groaned again before finally pushing into you. "Fuck. Yes." you almost yelled, thankful that the rest of the team was still gone. "So tight for me. God, sugar." he moaned with you. The moment he bottomed out an ungodly moan left you, "Oh my god, Bucky!" "I like it when you say my name like that." he gave you a dirty grin before starting to move. "Does that feel good, darling?" you smiled up at him and gave a nod before giving a content, almost relaxed moan. "Good girl." he whispered, making you tense around him. "I see, someone likes to be praised." he chuckled giving a more rough push and getting a loud moan back. "You feel so good, sugar. Fuck." his face was suddenly buried into your neck and he lightly bit your skin. "Fuck, Bucky." "You like that?" A strangled moan was your only answer before he got faster. "You take me so well." "So good." "So good? Want more?" "Please." you were panting and begging. His pushes became way harsher, faster and deeper. He hit your soft spot so perfectly. Nobody could ever get there before him and you basically were in heaven just from that. "Yes, make a mess all over me." he smiled down at you slowing a little. "I love you." "I love you too, sugar." "So much." "You wanna cum for me?" "Mhm." With sloppy pushes and perfect strokes over your sweet spot you gave a whiny long moan, while your walls squeezed around him, milking him a second time that day. "Shit, darling. That was perfect." he smiled again, kissing your nose, before pulling out. "That was...heavenly." you were still panting and smiling at him next to you. "I could get used to that." his left hand rested on your cheek. "Me too." you laid your hand on top before he moved forward to kiss you. "I love you." "I love you too." "I love you to the moon and back, James Buchanan Barnes. You'll never be able to get rid of me." "I'm okay with that." he chuckled. You leaned over to his ear, "I think you deserve to know my actual name is..."

#mine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #james barnes #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #the winter soldier #captain america #mcu #marvel #text #marvel cinematic universe #bucky fanfic #agent 16 #bucky x agent 16

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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years

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Do What You’re Told

Part 1 | Part 2

A/N: Here’s Part 2 of the fic inspired by my favorite Jax Teller quote ever!! In which you are his beloved old lady, and the two of you decide to use sex as an outlet for all your dom/sub fantasies. (Recommend reading Part 1 first, for context; Part 2 is just pure filthy sex.)

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, degradation, humiliation, hinting at bondage, reader is an *extremely* submissive bitch, dom!Jax, dom to the fucking max

Word Count: ~1.9k

... Continued from Part 1 [Read Here]

Bitch, we’re just gettin’ started.

Just getting started and already you’re feeling knocked dead, from those words he just said. God, Jax Teller has got you completely fucked up in the head...

And he knows it. He always did. Now is the time that he finally shows it—because you chose it. Fucking begged.

Jax smirks down at you kneeling before him, and he can tell every damn thing that you’re feeling toward him. As your loving gaze looks up at his gorgeous face—Christ, he’s never looked so fucking perfect—it feels as if your cunt is dripping through your pants onto the floor between your legs, desperate to get ravaged and wrecked. When he’s exuding such intense alpha male energy here in your presence, what should he expect...?

He clearly loves the way his dominance turns you on, getting off on the effect. “Damn, guess you really fucking want this. Don’t you, bitch. Want me to treat you like a worthless piece of shit? Bet you’re already soaking wet.”

“Yes, sir...” you answer, trembling before your master.

“Mmm, I wanna see. Show me that pussy. Strip and show me what belongs to me,” he orders as he casually takes a seat and lights a cigarette, letting it rest between his lips. “That’s it, you dirty little slut. Go ahead. Strip.”

God damn. At his command, you fumble all over your clothes with frantic hands. Wishing you could put on a sexy striptease for your man, but in the state you’re in, you literally can’t. For one thing, what you’re wearing—one of his oversized T-shirts and a loose pair of pajama pants—is not exactly flattering. More importantly, you’re stuck deep in some kind of braindead trance, in no condition to pull off a sensual exotic dance. All you can do now is just give in to your instincts to immediately cave to his demands.

Amused to see you struggling, Jackson fucking smirks again; you honestly might cum just from the sheer humiliation. While you hasten clumsily to shrug your shirt off and to slide your pants and panties down your hips, it really isn’t helping that you’re hypnotized by each seductive puff of smoke that wafts out from between his parted lips...

“Somebody’s desperate,” he taunts, and the words cut in straight to your dripping wet cunt. “What’s the rush, slut? You just that eager to give me what I want?”

You’re fully naked now, clothes flung into a heap across the floor, so you instinctively fall on your knees once more. “Yes, sir. It’s what I fucking live for.”

And it’s true. It’s all you’ll ever want to do—to live in service of Jax Teller, just an object for his pleasure—on your knees before this fucking god you worship and adore...

“Such a filthy little whore,” Jax says, and somehow from his mouth the nasty slur feels like the highest form of praise. It’s so insanely sexy how each cloud of smoke from that mouth billows out to frame his fucking flawless face. “Didn’t I say I wanna see that tight wet pussy? Turn the fuck around and bend over. On all fours. Let me see that soaking cunt of yours.”

You hurry now to follow Jax’s orders, and silently scold yourself for having failed to do as told. Having been such a stupid fuckhole, failing to fulfill your one and only role. You should feel lucky that he didn’t take this opportunity to mercilessly punish you... though then again, the slut inside you wants him to.

“You’re wet as fuck,” he states the obvious, as soon as you present him with the view he wants, your needy naked cunt. “What makes that pussy drip so much, you little slut? The thought of getting stuffed full of my cock?”

“Oh God, yes...” you forgot to call him sir, but calling him a god fits even better, given how supremely hot he is. You just wish that you could turn around and see him in his godliness. “Please, yes—”

“Think you deserve it yet?” he teases.

Ugh. Of course you don’t. “N-no, sir...”

“Yeah, that’s right—you don’t deserve shit. Not until I say you’ve earned it. Go to the bedroom and wait for me, bitch,” Jax directs as he takes a long drag of his cigarette. “When I come in, I want you naked on the bed, aching and dripping wet. Legs spread. Both hands above your head. You got that?”

You stupidly nod. Speechless and powerless to do anything other than worship this literal god.

“And don’t even think about touching yourself,” he demands, reading your mind so well. There’s no telling how long he wants to keep you waiting till he’s ready—waiting, all alone and soaking in your own arousal... sounds like fucking hell. “That pretty cunt belongs to me. You understand? Not you, not anybody else.”

The next “yes, sir” out of your mouth is a pathetic little yelp. You’ve turned into a damn whimpering mess as you surrender to his ruthlessness; it really can’t be helped. You keep your head bowed low as you obey him, heading over to the bedroom... but before you can begin, Jax interrupts.

“Did I tell you to get up?” he snaps as he watches you shift your weight onto your feet for a second—you had thought you should stand, to obey his command. But that’s not what your master had planned. “Want you to fucking crawl. Down on your hands and knees, like what you are, a filthy little animal.”

Oh holy hell. The big dick energy that’s radiating off of him right now is making you feel so damn small. Just at those words, you almost came; you know that you should be ashamed, of just how much you love the total degradation of it all. The feeling of the floor scraping against your palms and kneecaps as you grovel down the hall.

Is this real life?

You know how much Jax treasures you and holds you on a pedestal, within his heart of hearts... but right now you’d much rather be his dirty little fuckdoll than dearly beloved wife. A toy for him to ravage and to rip apart. Your own heart never beat so fast, so hard; you’ve never felt so utterly electrified. Alive.

His icy blue gaze follows you, until you’re out of view. Even when you can’t see him, you can feel that gaze upon your skin, piercing through every inch, bringing your blood up to the surface from within, coloring you in shades of sin. By now the whole house has become Jax Teller’s kingdom—nowhere more so than the bedroom. You sink into his dominion as you crawl in, losing track of every fuck your dignity has ever given, lost in some sort of submissive heaven, high on just how far you’ve fallen.

Jax isn’t even in the room, and you already feel like you’re about to cum. Just from the feeling of obeying his command, lying upon the bed with open legs and upraised arms, clasping your fingers to restrain your hands, waiting impatiently for him. Trying in vain to ignore the deep throb in your cunt—it’s more than you can stand...

You have no idea how long he wants you to wait. But you’ll wait forever for Jax Teller, suspending your own pleasure, no matter how long it takes, in service of this glorious god of a man.

By the time Jackson finally walks in, he has finished smoking. He’s still wearing the same damn grey sweatpants... and holding a coil of rope in his hands.

Oh God, you think—apparently he’s heading straight for the kinks. Not even starting off a little soft, with something like a tie or scarf. Jax knows just what you love, right from the start: the slut inside you wants it rough, and hard.

“Look at you, all spread out like a cheap fucking whore,” he snarls as he enters, staring ravenously at your cunt, which has honestly never been wetter. “Tell me, whore. What do you live for?”

“You, sir,” you tell him straight. Know better than to hesitate or stutter. “I live for your pleasure. It’s the only thing that matters.”

He smirks again, knowing just how that affects you to no end. The damn evil bastard. “Mmm, such a good little bitch. Giving me all the right answers...” he purrs as he comes closer. Approaching the side of the bed, in the bedroom where he reigns as master. “But words don’t mean shit. Now let’s see if your actions live up to it.”

Holy fuck. Next thing you know Jax is in position above you on the mattress, straddling your naked chest, crotch of his sweatpants grazing your breasts, the grey cloth the one thing between your blushing face and the bulge of his cock. You can see that it’s throbbing and stiff—oh God, what you would give... just to suck it, to fuck it—the reason you live...

In the meantime he still has that rope in one hand. Toying with you, enjoying the thought of destroying you, getting off on the thought of all the kinky shit he has planned.

“Tell me how bad you want this big dick,” he taunts, savagely, reaching to rub across your bottom lip with the tip of his thumb. “What would you do for it? What would you do for me? Hmm? Tell me, bitch.”

“Anything,” you respond, on the instant, desperate for the privilege. Servicing Jax and his big cock is all that you want. “You are my god, my king. My everything.”

He clearly loves the sound of this, just as he should. From both your side and his, giving in to this sick twisted power dynamic feels so fucking good. “Damn straight. You gonna do as I say?”

“Yes, sir. Always.”

“Mmmm,” he hums, lifting his hand away from your mouth before you can start kissing and sucking his thumb, leaving your hungry tongue hanging out loosely over your lips. Then he slides that thumb teasingly under the top of his boxers and sweatpants, tugging at the waistband, till it starts to slip ever so slowly down the smooth skin of his hips. “What if I tell you to stay still, just like this... and don’t fucking move... while I jerk off... right over your face... and you don’t get to taste... or to touch... this big dick you love so fucking much?”

Oh, he cannot be serious?! You were prepared for fucking torture, for the absolute most brutal pain and punishment that he could possibly have had in store... but you were not prepared for this. You can’t imagine anything worse, to be honest. Jax knows just how much this would hurt; he knows that your pussy would burst, that you would literally die of thirst. Please, no—he can’t be serious...

Of course he fucking is. Jax Teller is, has always been, a motherfucking savage.

“Think you can manage, slut? Think you can handle it?” he mocks, reaching deeper into his pants, now as he’s just about to finally whip out his massive cock, no doubt hard as a rock. Dangling the thick coil of rope still firmly grasped within his other hand. He’s never looked so dark, dangerous and dominant—and damn, you’ve really got it bad for this god of a man. “...‘cause if you can’t... well, you can guess what I’ve got planned. To make sure that you don’t ever dare disobey me again.”

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Hello ! 17 on the mythical prompt list with Bandit and Jäger please ? 👀 (Or any chars if you're not fond of them)

hi!!! here it is!!! i hope you enjoy 💝💝💝

Dominic was not insane. He was certain of it. Last night, he had hidden his ice cream inside of a secret compartment in the freezer. He distinctly remembered almost knocking over Elias’s mountain of chocolate ice cream, so he knew he hadn’t been hallucinating. But it wasn’t like hallucination wasn’t a possibility. He’d spent the past week or so staying up all night with Marius watching documentaries and keeping him from calling Gustave, Olivier, and Lera to tell them about how essential oils can be used to assist with certain ailments, but how they should be used as a supplement to more traditional methods such as vaccines and antibiotics, rather than replacing them entirely. He would have to tell them of this sacrifice next time he was in medbay for something “stupid”. They owed him big time.

But enough of that. His chocolate fudge brownie ice cream was MISSING!!!!!!!!

There was a thief in the GSG9′s midst, and mark his words, he would find out who if it was the last thing he did.

First, the suspects.

Elias “Blitz” Kötz. Goofball, but make him driven. Already has multitudes of chocolate frozen treats, and is thus unlikely to steal someone else’s, especially since the stolen ice cream was hidden, and if Elias was in the freezer in search of treats, he was not in the state of mind to be thieving while he was at it. You didn’t hear it from Dom, but when Elias isn’t on the clock, he is best described as a......... Himbo.

Monika “IQ” Weiss. If you think for one goddamn second this woman consumes sugar outside of the mysterious week each month during which she eats her weight in chocolate, (the three men of the team each have their own theories about it, ranging from “werewolf” to “cheat week for chocolate addicts rehab” to “chocolate-fuelled alien who has infiltrated our society and is superior to us in every way. lads, we have a decision. either submit to this unknown species, or flee to the woods and live as hermits”) ANYWAYS!!!!!! Dom has a feeling that if he were to confront her about this, she would laugh him into next week. He has serious doubts about his self-esteem’s ability to recover from such an event, even if it would give him the perfect opportunity to storm medbay and tell Gustave the only way he would leave was if the Good Doctor would spend at LEAST an hour complimenting him. And nothing generic, either. These simply must come from the heart. He really just wants an excuse to make Doc talk with that sexy accent of his as much as possible. Is that so wrong? Either way, Monika is innocent. NEXT!

Marius “Jäger” Streicher. No. Absolutely not. Never. No way. Nein. How dare you even suggest it. Talk shit like that again and Dom will fuck you up, just you wait and see. Just you fuckin wait. Bitch.

So.

Clearly, God is testing him.

Well.

“Women want me, God fears me.” He muttered to himself angrily as he installed a hidden camera in the kitchen.

“Dominic? Who are you talking to, mein liebe?” Dominic fell off the counter and landed flat on his back on the kitchen floor. He looked up, and swore he was in heaven, for there, above him, stood an angel in a GSG9 hoodie with the name “Brunsmeier” on it, and train-patterned sleepy pants. God bless.

“Just, uhhhhhhhh. Living out my dreams of being a parkour superstar. Yeah. Yeah.”

This sleepy little angel cocked his head a bit, brow furrowing and good LORD, isn’t he just the cuddliest canidae there is??? What? Marius has a fox-like appearance! Just because he has an attachment to his helmet and visor doesn’t mean his little squinty eyes, pointy nose, and tiny little mouth aren’t there! Not to mention those fucking EARS!!!! Scritch them if you want to be responsible for him. Little baby fox man. Baby.

“You dreamed of being a parkour superstar?”

“Yes. Lifelong dream. Finally living it out. I thank you for your support.” The angel grinned at him adorably and plopped himself down in Dom’s lap, then leaned down so he was laying on top of him. They were nose-to-nose now, and Dominic could NOT handle this kind of tension. Kiss me, you sweet little angel fox-man. Kiss me.

“IF YOU TWO COULD NOT FUCK ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR THAT’D BE GREAT”

Monika. Monika Why. Why.

Many hours (and many rounds- HEYO) later, Dominic is hidden away in a closet, with clear access to the kitchen, and is watching the footage from his camera like a hawk.

He ponders what he’ll do once he’s caught the bastard. Capital punishment isn’t an overreaction, right? Right.

WAIT HOLY SHIT SOMEONE’S IN THE KITCHEN

Wait.

Are those........

Ears? As in, dog ears?

And a tail?!

The GSG9 will have to have a lengthy discussion on appropriate workplace attire.

In the meantime, Dominic has realized that this isn’t a person in the kitchen stealing his ice cream.

It’s a fox.

Like.

A real, live fox.

What The Fuck.

He scrambles to get out of the closet to catch this fox. He’s fairly certain foxes shouldn’t have chocolate. He throws open the door, hits the floor hard, and the moment he does, he hears a quiet little yip! before the fox is scurrying down the hall, tub of ice cream in tow.

Shit.

“ALRIGHT SCRUBS FAMILY MEETING”

Marius stumbled in from his room, rubbing his eyes sleepily. Elias bounded over from the couch, noticed Monika wasn’t joining them, skipped over to pick her up and carry her over, that stupid the-lights-are-on-but-no-one-is-home grin plastered on his face the whole time. You beautiful stupid slut. You’re perfect.

“There is a THIEF in our midst. Whoever it is, please just confess now and no one gets hurt.”

Elias pouted. God, he probably has an appointment to get pegged in a few minutes. Better keep this quick.

“Dominic, mein freund, maybe if you told us what has been stolen we could better help you figure out who it is!” Wow. Wow. How is this hot piece of helpful idiot not receiving constant requests for his hand in marriage.

“My ice cream, Elias. I keep it in a hidden compartment in the freezer, and the past two nights, it has been stolen by an unknown scoundrel, and I demand to know who!”

Monika banged her head on the table. “Hey dipshit, maybe if you could give us a description of the perp we would be of more use to you, instead of, you know, doing our jobs.”

“Well, Monika. The perp is a fox.”

Marius looked like he was going to be sick.

“A...... fox? As in, the woodland creature?”

“The thief had the ears and the tail of a fox! I’m not delusional. I swear it! They were real too!”

Marius stood up, slamming his hands on the table.

“IT WAS ME!!!!”

Dominic waved a hand dismissively.

“Nonsense. You do right by everyone, you’re incapable of theft.”

Marius’ face got all pinched, and he started vibrating.

“What the fu-”

All of a sudden, instead of Marius standing before them, there was a fox.

A fox wearing Dom’s hoodie and a pair of train-patterned sleepy pants.

There was silence. Distantly, Maestro could be heard singing “That’s Amore”

“So. Marius. When were you going to share with us that you’re a kitsune?”

Marius looked angy. Had he eaten today? Perhaps he was hungy. Dominic just wanted an excuse to hold his fluffy boyfriend and take care of him. He’s allowed to be nurturing.

“Can we leave?” Monika asked, “Because Elias has a very important appointment, and I’d like to get back to the workshop because if Masaru laid hands on my work I need time to locate a flamethrower with which to exact my revenge.” Elias nodded along nervously.

“Yeah sure whatever. You two have fun.” Dominic turned back to Marius, who was once again human, and sitting on the table, swinging his legs back and forth like a child.

“You,” Dom moved closer so he could trap Marius in his arms, “owe me two tubs of chocolate fudge brownie ice cream. And at least 24-hours of kitsune-cuddles to make up for lost time. Capisce?”

“mhm” was all the answer he got before Marius was pressing his cute little face into Dom’s chest.

#ask #anonymous #r6s bandit #r6s jäger #bandit/jäger #thank you for interacting!

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Mocha Choco Latte: A KiriBaku fanfic

My first MHA fic, and it’s going to be a multi-chapter KiriBaku one! A special thank you to my lovely wives @wingsonghalo and @ittybittytoostormy, and my dear friend @musics-lifes-record. This insanity wouldn't have been possible without your constant encouragement. A special thank you to Wing for helping me with edits <3 I love you lots, babe Title: Mocha Choco Latte Pairing: Kirishima/Bakugou (with background Izuku/Ochacco) Rating: T, mostly for language Wordcount for chatper 1: 3,039 Summary: Katsuki hadn't anticipated spending his senior year of University working at a cafe, but who was he to complain when it paid the bills? Besides, what could be the worst thing that could happen? Also available on: AO3

Chapter 1: Caramel Mocha Frappuccino

If there was one thing that Bakugou Katsuki despised, it was people. Specifically, idiotic people. Like the ones who came in with a stupidly complex order that he had to repeat back twice to make sure he got each and every instruction right. Or the ones who would watch him make their drink, and the moment he would finish it, they would mention that they needed a milk alternative because god forbid they say something when ordering, or when they saw him grab the container of milk. And don’t even get him started on having to take their food orders; that was a new level of idiocy he hadn’t believed could be possible. Whoever said the customer is always right should be kicked in the face. He swore that this cafe was a beacon for idiots, and here he was, front and center, having to cater to their every whim.

“Kacchan, you’re scaring the customers again,” Midoriya Izuku commented as he approached the register to clock in.

“Can it, nerd. It’s not my fault that some people can’t get their order right the first time they order it,” he grouched, throwing a glare at the woman at the end of the counter who was typing away at her phone, her foot tapping impatiently as she waited for him to give her her drink.

“Still, you can try to be nicer to the customers. You are the cashier, after all.”

“And whose fault is that? I was perfectly happy being the cook until you fumbled because you were geeking out and spilled hot coffee all over the CEO of Nighteye Records.”

“Oh come on. I’ve apologized for that enough. You know I didn’t mean to! I just can’t help getting excited when I meet celebrities,” he complained as he shrugged on his apron.

“You’re lucky he didn’t try to get you fired, dumbass,” he scoffed, eyes rolling. He grabbed the cup from the steamer, the extra hot almond milk frothing, and quickly poured it into the to-go cup, mixing it in with the mocha syrup and the three decaf espresso shots, before popping a lid on the cup because heaven forbid he make the mistake of adding the whipped cream.

“Here,” he said, placing the drink on the edge of the counter aggressively. The woman huffed, throwing her phone in her purse before she scooped the cup up.

“About time. And would it kill you to be a little more appreciative of your customers? After all, you were the one who messed up my order in the first place. I can just take my business elsewhere, you know?” The challenging smirk she wore as she took a sip of her drink made Katsuki’s blood boil.

“Alright, listen here you b-”

“We are so sorry about the mistake! Please, have this cookie on the house!” Izuku interjected quickly, forcing himself between the seething Katsuki and the lady, thrusting a pastry bag in her direction.

“Well, at least ONE of you has manners. Thank you.” She snatched the bag out of his hand and stomped out of the store. Katsuki was fuming; how DARE she treat him like he was the idiot when she was the one who couldn’t get off her phone for more than five seconds to order her damn drink with the proper milk? He hoped she enjoyed the word “KAREN” scrawled across her cup. He turned toward Izuku, eyes narrowing.

“Quit it, Deku. I had that under control.” Izuku gulped, taking a step back from Katsuki, throwing his hands up in front of him in defense.

“You were about to call her a bitch, Kacchan. I had to do something. Sato’s told you if he gets any more complaints about you being rude to the customers, he’ll have to fire you.” Katsuki sighed, shoulders sagging as he realized just how right his friend was. He couldn’t afford to get himself fired, not with rent coming up soon. He was sure that Deku would help him out if that did happen, but damnit, his pride wouldn’t allow freaking Deku of all people to be the one to help him out of a bind like that, even if he was his roommate.

“Whatever. Anyway, Batteries for Brains dipped early, so I’m glad you showed up. Wasn’t looking forward to trying to run both the line and the register on my own. He should be lucky that all the orders so far have been for drinks and pastries, otherwise I’d have to kill him.”

“Kaminari’s a good guy. He probably had a very valid reason for leaving early,” Izuku said, heading toward the kitchen.

“Hopefully to tutoring. That guy’s math is atrocious,” he griped, counting the drawer down for shift change. “Oh yeah, pastry girl asked about you,” he called over his shoulder, smirking as he heard Deku run into the door frame, a muffled swear falling from him.

“U-Uraraka? What did she have to say?” he asked nervously, rubbing the red spot on his forehead.

“Wanted to know what you were up to this weekend. Told her to ask you herself.”

“Kacchan! That’s so rude!” Izuku whined, grabbing the pickup order ticket that printed off, scanning over it before grabbing one of the to-go cups to scrawl the instructions on it.

“What? I gave her your number, you moron. I’m not that heartless.” He finished counting down the drawer, noting that that idiot Kaminari short changed him, and took the cup from Izuku, whose face was as red as one of Sato’s cherry danishes.

“W-why would you do that?” he stammered, grabbing the next ticket and moving to the pastry case.

“Because clearly you’re not going to be the one to make the first move. You’ve been pining over her like an idiot since we first started here. I still can’t believe she caught you when you tripped on that drink that you spilled. You could barely stutter out the words ‘thank you’; do you really think I expect you to be able to ask her out?”

“I guess you’re right,” he sighed. “Thanks for having my back, Kacchan.”

“It’s whatever. You owe me one,” Katsuki grunted out as he sprayed the whipped cream on top of the drink before fitting the lid on it snugly. He placed the finished drink next to the pastry bag on the pick up rack and went for the next order. “Here, this one needs actual food. Get out of my space, loser.” Izuku took the ticket with a smile and went to the small kitchen, humming as he got to work.

Time passed idly, customers trickling in—some passing through for pick up, others dining in—and Bakugou was counting down the minutes until he was off. The dinner rush had come and gone, leaving the two to focus on the pre-closing procedures in between orders. Which left Katsuki with time to let his mind wander.

Working in a cafe wasn’t how he anticipated his senior year of university going, but it paid the bills. The place had a nice homey quality to it—the mismatched chairs and tables scattered about the dining area paired with various paintings and prints from local artists really made the ambiance. There was a small section by the register that displayed various knick knacks made in the community that were for sale, though Katsuki hated dealing with those purchases since there was a lot of paperwork involved to make sure that the right artist got their money. The real money maker of the cafe laid in the pastry case, though. Sato’s confections were famous throughout Akihabara; many locals supported the young business man who had a heart of gold and sweets to match. And Sato wasn’t a bad guy to work for. Quite the opposite, in fact; he paid his employees well and was very flexible with their schedules since most of them attended University of Akihabara, which is how Katsuki got roped into the evening shift. Not that he was complaining about that—it was generally a quiet time and he didn’t have to deal with as many stupid customers. Overall, it wasn’t a bad gig.

Katsuki had just finished breaking down the decaf espresso machine (good riddance—it was an abomination to mankind) when the bell at the front door jingled, announcing the arrival of a new customer. He took a deep breath to prepare himself for this onslaught of stupidity. The last patron had argued with him until they were both red in the face about the cafe having diet whipped cream, even though he assured him that the cafe never had any to begin with. Eventually, he was able to convince him that the drink was perfectly delicious without a topping, and sent him on his merry way, all the while wishing he could punt kick that pint-sized asshole across the room.

He exhaled and made his way to the register, finally looking up and blinking in surprise as he took in the appearance of the customer waiting on him. This guy looked ridiculous—his obnoxiously bright red hair was spiked up and Katsuki was sure that this guy was trying to emulate either a hedgehog or a porcupine. His choice of clothing, or lack thereof, was as disastrous as his hair. His chest was fully exposed and the only sort of covering his upper half had was some sort of weird cropped red and black jacket. Black pants tucked themselves into hideous muddy-red boots, but what really took the cake was not the weird open-mouth face mask that he wore; instead, it was the piss-poor attempt at red chaps that were held together by a gaudy-looking R-shaped belt buckle. He looked like he walked right off the page of some sort of shitty manga that he was sure Deku would read. It wasn’t like they didn’t get cosplayers in the cafe, because they did all the time, but this was surely the most bizarre one he had seen. The guy smiled at him, and Katsuki had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. Stupid, over-friendly cosplayers.

“Welcome to Sugar Rush. What do you want?” he asked gruffly, ignoring the softly chastising “Kacchan” coming from the kitchen. He couldn’t help it—he had had his fill of idiots for the day and his feet were fucking sore.

“Uhh,” the redhead eloquently replied, craning his neck to look at the menu. Clearly this guy was more brawn than brains, in Katsuki’s most humble opinion. Miraculously, he kept himself from tapping his fingers against the countertop in annoyance while the other scanned over the hand-written list of drinks, his eyes finally lighting up in delight as he settled on one.

“I would like one of the caramel mocha frappuccinos please!” he said with a smile and Katsuki noted that the guy even had put in false teeth; the ones grinning back at him were sharp and dangerous looking.

“Size?”

“Um, large?” he replied, though to Katsuki, it seemed like he was uncertain.

“Is this for here or to go?” Katsuki was praying that the guy said to go because if he had to wipe down the lobby one more time before they closed, he was sure he was going to lose his mind.

“To go, unfortunately,” the cosplayer laughed, handing his card over as Katsuki gave him the total. “Oh yeah, don’t you need to ask my name?” he asked, putting the card away along with his receipt.

“Nah, I’ve got it. Just go to the end of the counter,” he replied, scribbling on the cup then turning to get the ingredients, effectively cutting off any conversation. He swore he heard the cosplayer mutter something that sounded suspiciously like “of course you do ” under his breath, but Katsuki refused to ask. As he stood up, milk in hand, he was met with disapproving green eyes peering at him from over the kitchen window.

“Not a word, Deku. And I swear to god, if you come out here, I’ll kill you,” he threatened while measuring out the milk. Izuku sighed, shaking his head and disappeared from Katsuki’s line of sight, which he much preferred right now. He poured the milk in the blender, added the pumps of mocha and caramel syrup, and tossed the ice in before popping the top on the machine and turning it on. Katsuki caught himself checking out the cosplayer out of the corner of his eye while he waited for the drink to be blended perfectly. The guy was sort of cute, he mused. Kind of in that endearing puppy dog sort of way as he hummed along to the shitty pop music that was playing on the speakers while he scrolled his phone. It was ridiculous, however, that he would even be thinking about how attractive the guy was—he was sure that he would never see him again. That, and he was nothing more than a customer; Katsuki had no business daydreaming about how nice it would be to feel those arms wrap around him, crushing him to that stupidly beautiful chest that was on display for all to see. Nope, not at all. It was hopeless. Just a fleeting crush that would never come to fruition.

A crash from the kitchen followed by an exclamation of “oh holy shit ” snapped him out of his delusional thoughts, and he huffed out an angry sigh. Leave it to Deku to break something once again. He emptied the contents of the blender into the to-go cup, adding a swirl of whipped cream to the top before securing the lid to the cup with a soft pop. He felt a smirk start pulling at his lips as he turned around.

“Large caramel mocha frappuccino for a ‘Shitty Hair,’” he called out, causing the cosplayer to look up from his screen, blinking in bewilderment as he looked between Katsuki and the drink that was on the counter. The reaction was priceless, if Katsuki could admit that to himself, and it was totally worth the look on the cosplayer’s face and the shrill “Kacchan ” yelled at him. What Katsuki wasn’t expecting, however, was the cosplayer to start laughing, a deep rumbling sound that sent shivers running through him. God, why was this guy’s laugh even attractive? It wasn’t fair.

“Oh shit, that was great!” the cosplayer replied once he was finally able to catch his breath, wiping tears out of his eyes while reaching for the cup. “I haven’t laughed that hard in ages. Have a great day, man!” he exclaimed, placing some coins on the counter as a tip before grabbing a straw and leaving the cafe. Katsuki was baffled at the guy’s reaction—most people didn’t thank him for insulting them. He shook his head, pocketing the yen, and turned to see a heaving Izuku with his hands on his knees like he had just ran a marathon frantically looking between him and the now closing door.

“Kacchan! You can’t call people names like that! Do you even know who that was?” he cried.

“Uh, just some shitty cosplayer, duh?” Katsuki rolled his eyes at Izuku’s theatrics, grabbing the blender and heading to the sink to rinse it out.

“A cosplayer?? No! That was Kirishima Eijirou, Kacchan!” Izuku replied and Katsuki dropped the blender in the sink, whipping around to face him.

“Kirishima Eijirou, as in the fucking actor?” Katsuki could feel a ball of dread curling up in his stomach. He was hoping that Deku was wrong, but that nerd knew celebrities like the back of his hand. The exasperated look he got in return was more than enough to confirm his worst fears.

“Yes that Kirishima Eijirou, Kacchan. Oh my god, I can’t believe you called him Shitty Hair. What were you thinking?” he asked, pulling at his hair.

“In my defense, I thought he was just some shitty cosplayer! What the hell was that get up, anyway? God, it was awful.”

“Oh my god, you’re kidding me, right? He’s currently filming for the live-screen adaptation of the Red Riot comics. This has been a highly anticipated movie from director Toyomitsu Taishiro that’s been in the works for the past four years. All Might productions picked it up and they finally just got the casting settled last year and were able to move forward with the filming process. And, he’s the main character. Oh my god, my best friend just called the actor for one of my favorite comic book heroes Shitty Hair. Oh my god, what if he gets the cafe shut down? What will we do about rent money? I’m sure mom could help me out, but still…” he trailed and Katsuki had to take a deep breath.

“Calm down, you dork. I highly doubt he’s going to get the cafe shut down. Hell, he seemed to have a good laugh over what I said. Besides, if he was upset with anyone, it would be me, not you. So don’t overwork your brain over there with things that won’t happen.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Izuku exhaled, visibly calming. “I still can’t believe you did that, though.”

“Are you ever going to shut up about it?” Katsuki groaned, going back to cleaning the blender out.

“Only when you decide to stop holding you being a barista over my head because of the Nighteye incident,” he laughed, walking out to the lobby to lock the door and turn the ‘open’ sign over to ‘closed.’

“Fair enough. Now, let’s get this shit done quick. My bed is calling my name.” They continued with their closing procedures, and as Katsuki was counting down the drawer for the night, his thoughts were haunting him. He just happened to have the shittiest luck, he determined. Not only was he crushing on a customer, but the customer was an actor. An actor who he happened to insult. Holy fuck. Great job, Katsuki. Way to fucking go. As they finished closing and were leaving the shop, he decided that it didn’t matter. This would just live to be an embarrassing tale that he would make sure he and Deku took to their graves. It’s not like he would ever see the guy again, after all.

Thanks for making it to the end of chapter one of my very first BNHA fic! Hope it was to your enjoyment. Please feel free to leave a review and let me know how I did! Chapter 2 should be coming soon <3

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sirjustice113-blog · 4 years

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nonsense of the day

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If u spit saliva on public food it makes u more pretty with squeezed face with tiny lips as faces ya face come close and its known that way

Now u dont even fear, in-fact u can now place coffin in ya house and sleep peacefully without fear not like though previously as the Greek philosopher did the same to increase intelligence, the devil made 1 not hand made like in the link below https://www.google.com/search?q=casket+images+from+china&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwioo-DhoOfoAhVBAmMBHaJ7D1UQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

We saw u eating ginger and skali ngulu or deep fried Nile perch still hot, so they did not change ya mind it was just rudeness, My Lord it was fake Ginger in the market which did not avert the same. Then u drunk much alcohol to give u liver cirrhosis which u knew but fail to get to hospital which killed ya, No my lord, My death was normal, then u provoked people with ya alcoholism as being drunk, my lord i was always silent after that but people would carry u to ya house as important yet i gave u 2 legs to do the same-u must test the furnace a little bit b4 we release ya. Lower the door and let him in u ought to have added much water to say u were treating some illness which truly is treated by such. Made sim-sim makes skull of ya head soft that if 1 hits it, it breaks off easily. Artificial foods should be like 75% off the grown 1, folks let truth runs supreme and categories of such place even in our chain-stores, stop making illicit cash from struggling people with things u just made. The Mbuta was artificial my Lord.

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Kebi is transforming the normal cars like Xtrail nissan into speed boat, buying the body then place welding plates mounted with wood from below to float removing the wheels to take u to Uganda. Arsenali of Lodwar saying in local dialect “Eneno gima nyathino timo bwana“ as doing the illogical of never thought of.

Nairobi good as is cool, another gimmick for the lazy as Togo blooded men, where they disorient families so u be buried in Town cemetery monitoring ya friend to contribute so they take u to grave with expensive casket which they later exhumed to again use it to bury another even like 5 times until the coffin wears out to be identified is when they buried it with 1 forever looking 4 another newly bought even from SA or Usa. They make money like 5 times i.e 1 coffin of worth $ 5000 they get like 5 times which is 25,000 bucks and they just seat to continue that gene of not wanting poor people and claim they are society guiders

Even if your rural home is sparsely built from another home, they locate that so they can liaise with boma members to do the same above once ya coffin is of high value. Govt should set 1 shop countrywide to avoid that as inventory will prove of exhumed caskets which dubious business men like many Kamba men thrive in people thinking they are hardworking or desist from using posh caskets or resort to the alarm system described above

That why they want many in NAIROBI to facilitate the above hidden agenda. Women take heed, don’t connect such to industrious men, once their plan atrophies let them die in their criminality as they can bring much kids to disturb. Christ with little kids to cement de truth bro . U would rather be mum/dumb as a woman is concerned but to be good in bed more than vice versa as thats what a woman desires most period

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Mr Hindu u were left as mediators between African and white and u were not sent to ya country cause at that time Gadgets that makes life movable we did not know how to make so could tantamount to sanctions to even derail u more but now its our own brand, got sense and get back to ya nation period. Or it will be “Piga risasi, ama wapi panga, gol wiye no-oko, behead him like john the baptist” They monitor how much u can make so they came to ya house while they pretend they still hate the poor as their all tricks are now blocked

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howwelldoyouknowyourmoon · 4 years

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The number one complaint among men in the FFWPU

▲ The Moon family in August 1991.

If a man thinks he owns his wife’s vagina then he’s a rapist. His wife’s sexual organs are hers and hers alone, to give or not to give according to her own will. And that is why the number one complaint among UC men is that their wives do not want to have sex with them.

RE: Richard Panzer defends Moon on who the owner of a women’s body is … as in, sexual organs, as Moon refers to those women’s body parts.

From the mouth of Sun Myung Moon: “American women think of their organs as belonging to them. As a result, they act freely and do whatever they want with them. This is also the case for the men. But you are only the caretaker of your sexual organ. In other words, the caretakers are passing themselves off as the owners.

I ask the women: When did you meet the owner of your sexual organ? The owner is your husband. And you men: Do yours belong to you? Then what is marriage? Through marriage men and women are to find the owners of their sexual organs…If man and woman are meant to marry among themselves, how can there be gays or lesbians? They will cease to exist. In less than a century, they will be gone in one generation. In light of this, should you get married or not? Why get married? Because this is the way it is, you need to get married. You must absolutely get married.” (162-50, 1987.3.22) CSG 1750-51

Notice in the quote above that Moon never mentions love as a motive for a man and a woman to marry. I think that says everything about the man!

If Moon really believed the statement he made about a woman’s sexual organ belonging to her husband, then why did he put his sexual organ into the sexual organs of married women who joined his church in Korea?

Moon is a sexual thief, just like Lucifer was.

According to Moon, he gave Hak Ja Han’s sexual organ (you know, his penis) to another woman, named Annie Choi – the mother of Sam Park, born in 1966. So, according to his own interpretation of the ownership of a person’s sexual organ, Moon is a thief because he gave to Annie Choi that which he claimed belonged only to his wife, Hak Ja Han, as her personal property.

How do UC members keep making excuses for this messed up megalomaniac? Do members ever stop to listen to their own warped reasoning where Moon is concerned? Do they have any idea how insane their justifications sound to reasonable people who don’t have a dog in any fight to defend Moon?

Do husbands believe their wives, who were given to them by Moon like pieces of property, without love even being a consideration, gave their bodies to them because the wives believed the husbands were the true owners of their bodies? Are the husbands seriously that blind and heartless?

Women in the UC are taught that they cannot have a family without Moon’s permission. They want a family so they let Moon give their bodies to men they don’t know or love.

Moon makes sure men and women of the church are sexually deprived as long as he can – and keeps the prospect of a family from them, dangled like a bait. Members often work hard, channelling their pent up sexual energies into building him an empire. Young-whi Kim explained, in New York a couple of years ago, that is why Moon held back on giving the “Blessing” to members from the mid 1960s onwards.

There is also the pyramid scheme of members not being able to even get matched, and then married – to a total stranger – unless they bring three new recruits (archangels to protect their blessing) into the church.

Then Moon controls the couple’s sex life through the three day ceremony. The first sexual experience of a couple is never forgotten. Moon witnesses the act through the photo of himself that he demands is always in the bedroom. Are the wives firstly “brides of Christ,” – brides of Moon? Moon told one husband “She belongs to me.” Three in the bed? Sex in the UC is always under the shadow of Moon.

Members are taught to believe the act of sex will get them in on God’s good side, and hopefully into heaven itself. It is about ritual and duty … and the “cleansing of original sin”.

I know that the majority of the women in the UC are not married to the man they love, but to the man they were conned into marrying. I know way too many “sisters” in the church for whom sex is not something they want because it is devoid of real love. I know way too many children in the UC who were not conceived in the love between a real husband and a real wife.

Some couples have grown to love each other, but they are in the minority. Duty and fear of losing the “salvation” Moon offered, and fear of damnation in the spirit world, can be strong factors in keeping couples together who would otherwise divorce.

Other couples have decided to stay together, sometimes for the love of their children, although they would never have chosen each other.

Then the UC seeks to gain and maintain control over the “blessed children” encouraging them to go to church and workshops, where they are taught to fear “falling” and any thoughts of sex. The children are often told that their own parents failed – and that they should only respect “True Parents”. The UC wants them as the next generation of witnessers and fundraisers to sustain their Korean empire.

Moon said to second generation members in Korea in the mid 1990s: “Your parents are like used tampons”.

This was translated into English as: “Your parents have not completely fulfilled”.

Nice, real nice.

[expanded from a post on WIOTM.]

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Linda Feher wrote this a year or two ago:

I myself remember laughing with all the women in attendance at East Garden one morning when SMM asked us who we loved more, him or our own husbands. We all laughed and screamed “YOU FATHER!” Then he told us it was our job to bring our husbands money to him. He said we women were responsible to bring back to him – “the True Adam” – God’s money. He said we were like heavenly thieves for God because we had our hands firmly on our husbands wallets and that as Eve it was our responsibility to bring what belonged to God back to God … meaning HIMSELF.

… Isn’t it more of an Archangel type personality to want all the women to love you more then they love their own husbands. Isn’t it more Archangelic to demand that the women who love you more than they love their own husbands bring their husband’s money to you? …

After I wrote [an earlier] piece about the nature of an Archangel, meaning Moon, I couldn’t help but wonder if all you men out there really think the purpose of the messiah is to emasculate all of you. Bow to Moon. Let him tell you how to live. Let him tell you have no right to fall in love of your own free will. Let him tell you who to love, who to make a family with – who to have sex with. Let him tell your wives to leave you so that they can do his bidding. Remember the three years separation period and then the 40 days separation period, and then how to have sex the first three times? Remember all the mission demands, like IOWC where all the wives had to leave their husbands and even their children for three years? Let him tell your wives to take your money and give it to him?

Really if any other man was doing such things and you saw it from the outside in, instead of the inside out, what in God’s name would you think of this kind of crap? Really? Do you think so very little of yourselves that you actually enjoy handing over your balls at the door when you joined the UC? Cain and Abel? Moon is Abel and all other men of the world are Cain? It totally emasculating.

Isn’t emasculation what the Archangel did to Adam in the garden?

In your hearts you know it is.

My husband is a man in his own right. He never accepted the emasculation of Moon and his church. He was always considered a real Cain because he wouldn’t conform. And that got him the respect of your [former] LLM minister, In Jin Moon. That’s real world stuff, that’s not some UC sycophantic wishful thinking where you worship the Moons and they treat you like servants. The men who are the worst sycophants are the ones who manoeuvre into Abel/leadership positions so they can then emasculate the Cains under them, just like Moon did to them.

You may think Jesus is the wimp and Moon is the True Adam. But one of them gave his life for mankind and the other does nothing but take and take and take.

Example: The Moon’s are Billionaires. You know that. So why couldn’t they pay for the 40 year celebration party in the US when all the old members were the honorees? Why did members have to pay for such an honorary party? Celebrating 40 years of sacrificial service – and the rich Moons couldn’t foot the bill? Why in God’s name didn’t they? They’re takers. Always have been, always will be. One Adam gives, the other takes away. One of them is really a wolf in sheep’s clothing. One of them is actually archangelic in nature. You decide who you really want to emulate.

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Richard Barlow wrote: “We have to kick Moon out of our beds (wives should not regard their husbands as pathetic ‘restored archangels’ or poor substitutes for the ultimate ‘alpha male’, the ‘universal bridegroom’ who thought all women in the world rightfully belonged to him).”

Karen Alleyne Taylor: “Richard, I’ve had personal experience that confirms exactly what you say. Three months after Steve and I were matched, one week before the wedding at Madison Square Garden, we were both sitting in front of Mr Moon as he launched into what would be a 12 hour speech marathon in his mansion home of East Garden.

Both Steve and I were present earlier that morning at Belvedere when Mr Moon confessed an incident that occurred while receiving a massage from widowed 36 couple wife Mrs Lee, following a long day of tuna fishing in Gloucester earlier that year. He told the crowd at Belvedere he had dozed off and thinking he was in bed with Hak reached up to fondle her breasts. The next morning, both he and Hak Ja Han apologised to Mrs Lee for that innocent mistake. “Oh, Father, I was massaging your arm, it was a reflex action!” Ho, ho ho. All of us gullible, starry eyed kids laughed in shock at our idol, and loved his humble honesty. He told us he had a pure mind that did not regard women as sexual conquests.

Only a short time later at East Garden he began a 12 hour speech/meeting with Ocean Church members and American CARP leaders by comparing Koreans, Japanese and Americans to parts of the body. He then continued and recalled his confession at Belvedere, assuring us of his mighty powers of self control and his pure mind completely free of sexual thoughts towards women. I was sitting right at his feet, as I had been the week before at the rented home in Provincetown when he spoke to many newly wedded Ocean Church couples at the conclusion of the tuna season. He knew me from touring the Good Go boat factory in Long Island City where I was a small parts fabricator and gelcoater. He knew me from a surprise visit he made to Master Marine members following the Reagan election when he played with my hair and suddenly yanked me by my jacket until our noses touched. Perhaps this is why he felt comfortable to do what he did next.

Suddenly, as quick as lightning, he reached down and cupped my right breast, giving it a good squeeze, as if he was testing a ripe piece of fruit. I remember feeling as if time was frozen, and so many thoughts rushed into my mind. Finally, I thought he was just stirring up the stuffed shirts again, I knew he had a good sense of humor and I thought, what a joke. I saw the faces of shock, and eyes popping out and I laughed.

He looked over to Steve, who sat only a short distance away and said to him in English, “She belongs to me first”. He looked pointedly at him while Bo Hi Pak translated, “if you don’t like it you can leave the room”. Steve shook his head and said, “It’s ok, Father” or words to that effect. Over the years I wondered what that was all about, I wanted to understand the significance. Now I do understand, the reality has been unlocked for me, thanks to courageous women like Nansook Hong and Annie Choi.

Richard, you wrote, “And there is yet more stuff to come out about the Rev which has been held back for legal reasons, but which, if and when it emerges, will shock even those whose faith has remained intact despite all the previous revelations.”

I look forward to that stuff. I prefer to hear the bitter truth rather than embrace seductive lies.”

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The Fall of the House of Moon – New Republic

Sun Myung Moon’s secret love child – Mother Jones

Sam Park reveals Moon’s hidden history

The six ‘wives’ of Sun Myung Moon

Kim Myung-hee, the third wife of Sun Myung Moon

#Sun Myung Moon #abuse #exploitation #Six wives of Moon

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rosebennett28 · 6 years

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Bucky Shenanigans (5)

"Are you going to ransack the place?"

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky falls in love with a saleswoman. (Needless to say it's Fluff)

A/N: And yes, you guessed it, this is actually very loosely based on an incident at work, except for the Bucky Barnes realness (unfortunately).

"It's weird how Captain America doesn't know what no means."

"Buck, come on you have two shirts. It's depressing."

Steve relentlessly tried to convince his best friend to go shopping with him after he had read that wearing the same clothes rigorously was a sign of depression.

"I think it's depressing that you insist on going shopping with me.", Bucky teased him, grimacing at the word shopping.

Words couldn't describe how dreadful the thought of going shopping seemed to him. Not even the limitless debitcards Tony had generously gifted the team members made Steves offer tempting.

It was excactly two weeks later that Steve got Bucky to go with him. It hadn't been quite a fair game as Steve had stolen Buckys clothes in a cloak-and-dagger operation one day.

The store Steve had chosen wasn't quite unaffordable, but it definetely wasn't the cheapest although Bucky really couldn't care less one bit as he only wanted Steve to get off his back.

When the men entered the store, Bucky was pleasently surprised. There weren't as many people as he expected and everything seemed very neat and simple.

Everything was simple and almost uniform, much to Y/Ns dismay, as she struggled to find the location of the particular shirt she was holding.

As she had her back turned to the entrance she didn't realize that she had customers.

Unbeknownst to her, her two customers were watching her as she started talking to the shirt.

"Where do you belong? You know you can tell me.", she held up the shirt a little higher as if she tried out her psychic abilities on it.

Immediately a smirk grew on Buckys lips as he looked at the woman in fascination, which didn't go unnoticed by Steve.

"Excuse me.", Steve announced himself, which severely annoyed Bucky because he had just startled her.

The girl dressed in a sleek black dress turned around humming, her hair swaying as they tried to catch up to her movements.

She wasn't pretty. She was so beautiful it simply wasn't fair. So much so that Bucky was sure he had died and gone to heaven because she was drop-dead-gorgeous.

"How may I help you?", the woman asked with a blinding yet genuine smile.

"Do you sell long-sleeved shirts? My friend needs a few basics.", Steve asked. He knew that they probably sold them, but he wanted to give Bucky a chance to talk to her because he would have never done it of his own accord.

"Yes, we do. Although they have hidden quite well. I'll show you.", she quipped and started walking into the far back of the store.

Following her Bucky regretted that he didn't shave his beard. In fact he regretted his whole getup. He knew, or at least in his mind he believed, he never stood a chance with a girl like her and she was way out of his league.

What Bucky didn't know was that she tried not to squeel all the way to the department where the shirts where located. She had never seen a man more handsome than him and in turn also thought she might actually cease to exist from looking at him.

Suddenly she stopped, making smooth gesture to the rack in front of them.

"Well here they are.", she had happily announced just when Steves phone rang.

"Excuse me.", he said and walked back the aisle.

"So, which size do you need?", she asked already shuffling through the rack.

"Uhm, I don't really know.", he confessed and scratched his neck coyly. He had never felt this stupid in his life and started blushing which didn't help his situation.

"Don't worry, we'll just take a few of these and you'll just try them on. I'm Y/N by the way.", she smirked.

"I'm Bucky.", he smiled awkwardly and nodded when Steve whisper-shouted "I gotta go". He felt both lost and found as she asked him to follow her.

Wicked as she was, she deliberately gave him the smallest one first, telling him to try it on.

After a moment or two of shuffling around he spoke up. "Um, I dont think this is right.".

"Show me.", she insisted. She could already imagine the gloriousness. Bucky slowly opened the cabin door making a pained face.

But Y/N didn't look in his face. She was shamelessly ogling the man that was wearing a shirt so tight she could basically feel his muscles on her finger tips. The real deal was so much better than she had imagined and he had to repeat what he had said until she heard him. "Miss?"

"Uh, yes. I think this might be ... a tad too tight.", she noted, chuckling lightly, fascinated by the intricate plates of his metal hand. She had never seen anything like it, but she wasn't going to inquire further about it as she didn't want to be impolite. He already looked very self-conscious of it. Maybe that was the reason his friend had asked for long-sleeved shirts, maybe it wasn't only his hand.

The second time around he didnt look much happier. "I think this is much better isn't it? The most important thing is that you're comfortable."

"I don't know I mean it's just a shirt.", he said looking at himself in the mirror dicontentedly. At that you raised an eyebrow and looked at his reflection. "I'm sorry I didn't want to be rude, I'll take it. I have to, my friend stole my stuff."

"What? Why would he do that?"

"He insisted on me buying new clothes. I didn't want to, so here we are.", he shrugged and turned to face her. He looked oddly sombre all of a sudden.

"Why was it so important to him?", she asked softly. He opened his mouth but quickly closed it and looked to the side. "You were gonna lie weren't you?", she said in her best disappointed mom voice.

"What? No.", he scoffed.

"Liar liar pants on fire.", she teased him.

"Well, I guess I'll buy a pair of jeans too then.", he smiled at her melancholily. When he saw her questioning look he knew she wouldn't let him off the hook that easily. "He read that wearing the same clothes over again was a sign of depression and somehow this," he said motioning to the shirt he was wearing, "is supposed to help."

He instantly regretted being that honest with her because the magic in her eyes had vanished.

As quick as the darkness overcame her it disappeared again.

"I think you can call yourself Lucky-Bucky, having a friend who cares about you so much.", she tilted her head to the side as she laughed at her own joke.

Does she know how adorable she is?

"You're right, I guess.", he chuckled. Steve was a punk but a damn good friend he had to leave him that.

She had Bucky try on a few dress shirts and pants before she lead him to the register.

"That's 435 Dollars and 60 cents.", she announced folding the clothes and putting them in a paper bag.

"Good thing I'm not the one who has to pay for this.", Bucky mumbled as he reached to his back-pocket to get his wallet out.

"I knew this was too good to be true. Are you gonna ransack the place?", she said both equally amused and confused.

"No.", Bucky chuckled, "Tony Starks treat.", he said handing her the black credit card.

"Wait, you know Tony Stark?", she exclaimed excitedly.

"Yes, I live in the Avengers Tower. And the man that was here earlier was Steve Rogers. Captain America.", he explained to her.

"Wait. What? That's insane, Captain America is your best friend?"

"Yeah, you know I can ask Tony if you can come to the tower and meet the team if you like. We could grab some coffee too...", Bucky shyly proposed.

"Are you shitting me? I'd love to. So, it's a date.", she smirked contently.

It was a week later that Y/N pulled up to the tower, to be greeted by a very graceful looking Bucky. It was apparent that he had trimmed his beard and hair since they had first met and he was wearing the clothes he had bought earlier.

He was overjoyed to see her again but he felt self-conscious about his look, until Y/N announced herself.

"You look like a million Bucks.", she noted with the brightest smile he had seen on her yet.

And that was how Bucky got a new look and fell in love.

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Manila, welcome to Zomato Gold - the future of dining-out

Zomato Gold changes the way you dine out forever! Enjoy exclusive benefits that you can use any day, any time at more than 500 top-rated, upscale restaurants in the city.

Zomato Gold had a blast launching Metro Manila. The crazed, food-loving city has been raving about its experience, and with all the buzz, Gold is completely sold out! There are over 15,000 members who signed up in less than 20 hours, while 30,000 people are on the waitlist as of now.

Zomato Philippines has been working hard to add more Gold memberships. If you’ve been waiting, just sign up here to be notified when memberships re-open! Once you’ve signed up, why not refer to this curated list featuring the must-try restaurants in Metro Manila hand-picked by Zomato Gold.

Soru Izakaya

Gold Members: Enjoy 1+1 on food here; Where: Sikatuna Village

Rating - 4.8

Want to get instantly transported to an after-work-nightlife-scene in Japan? Wait no longer and rush to Soru Izakaya, one of the best Japanese-inspired gastropubs in the city. Go ahead and have a twist on your sushi by ordering one (or two) of their torched specialities like the Lava Maki. You’ll surely stay longer as you admire their modern, artsy interiors inspired by Tokyo’s nightlife and Japanese art. While you’re at it, you should try the great selection of cocktails they offer! What more can we ask from Soru Izakaya? They have everything that gets in you in the mood for Japanese food.

Neil’s Kitchen

Gold members: Enjoy 1+1 on food; Where: Filinvest City

Rating - 4.7

Neil's Kitchen has a place in the hearts (and tummies) of everyone who can’t get enough of Filipino food. Not your ordinary restaurant, they put their own spin in classic Pinoy dishes such as their best-seller Sinigang Paella with Grilled Pork Belly. They truly elevate the Filipino cuisine while sticking close to local flavors. Their contemporary dishes are not the only thing that makes them notable, as they also have a five-star service with attentive staff that treats you like family.

Fino Deli

Gold members: Enjoy 2+2 on drinks; Where: Marikina Heights

Rating - 4.7

Do you want to dazzle your date, your family, or your friends? Bring them to one of Marikina’s best-kept secrets that is Fino Deli! This fancy yet affordable restaurant is a classic favorite! From Tapas to Pasta, be delighted with their wide selection of Spanish and Italian offerings. Want to know the best news? They offer the best sangria, Italian soda, and wine! So wine not indulge yourself as you try their drinks with the most-raved cheese platter? Oh, and don’t forget pizza with that!

Da Gianni Cucina Italiana

Gold members: Enjoy 1+1 on food; Where: Filinvest City

Rating - 4.7

Da Gianni is the closest thing to heaven on earth. If you want insane Italian flavors partying in your tastebuds - this is the place to be! Da Gianni is a family-owned Italian restaurant with family-owned recipes that will surely rock your world. Order their crowd-favorites: Wild Mushroom Puff, Quattro Formaggi Pizza, Pappardelle with Truffle Cream, and for dessert the Coppa Tri Cioccialti. You may thank us later, Amore!

Locavore

Gold members: Enjoy 2+2 on drinks, Where: Kapitolyo

Rating - 4.7

Kaibigan, do you love your mother’s cooking or your friend’s mother’s cooking? If so, head over to Locavore and experience Filipino comfort food at its finest. For the perfect night, try their sinful best-sellers: Sizzling Sinigang, Boneless Lechon Belly, and Mac’s Boneless Fried Chicken, coupled with their signature cocktails! Truly, you’ll get loka with Locavore.

Sushi Ninja

Gold Members: Enjoy 1+1 on food; Where: Filinvest City

Rating - 4.6

If you love both the traditional and modern take on Japanese sushi - the only place that’s right for you is Sushi Ninja! The man behind this beloved restaurant went all the way to California to study in a Sushi Academy. How lucky are we that he brought home sushi goodness to the Philippines? Today, Sushi Ninja is one of the highest rated Japanese restaurants in Metro Manila and for good reasons! Have you tried their signature Toshi Sushi? These are fried sushi balls with generous toppings that they pioneered in bringing in to the Philippines. Why not choose between Oedo-Toshi featuring seared wagyu beef as its main topping; or Okinawa-Toshi featuring torched salmon & cream cheese with truffle oil, as its main topping. After eating here, Toshi is the way to go with Sushi!

The Belle & Dragon

Gold Members: Enjoy 2+2 on drinks, Where: Legaspi Village

Rating - 4.6

Located along one of the busiest streets in the Central Business District, the Belle & Dragon is one of the most popular high-end after-work hang out spot! Being one of the city’s most sophisticated gastropubs, The Belle & Dragon boasts a wide selection of draft beers and interesting cocktails, with a top-to-bottom, inside-out bar concept. There is no better place in fancying yourself a drink as the grand ambience is as playful as its drinks. But it only gets better from here as they also have elegant food offerings. So what are you waiting for? Visit The Belle & Dragon where East Meets Pub!

Providore

Gold Members: Enjoy 1+1 on food, Where: Bonifacio Global City

Rating - 4.6

Providore is just about two words: Good Food - reminding us what eating is all about. The menu is full of American and Filipino classics - from Fried Chicken (please try the Winner Winner Chicken Dinner) to the famous Salpicao (Steel Plate Cooked Garlic Butter “Salpicao” Steak). Providore is all about old-time favorites and old-time cooking methods, taking us back to simpler times, yet more delicious food! Visit Providore and check out their retail area with local artisanal items too!

Wildflour Cafe + Bakery

Gold Members: Enjoy 2+2 on drinks, Where: Legaspi Village

Rating - 4.6

Wild Flour is a restaurant for all occasions. They offer amazing brunch plus fresh and delectable pastries. Other than that, they curate a well thought out menu with high-quality ingredients for you to enjoy in a cosy ambience. What more can you ask for from Wildflour? They’ve got everything covered.

Your Local

Gold Members: Enjoy 2+2 on drinks, Where: Legaspi Village

Rating - 4.5

An Asian Fusion Restaurant, Your Local serves unconventional dishes that are highly celebrated by the Foodie community (also hailed as one of The Best Restaurants in the World)! The must-orders are the: Parmesan Fries, Laksa Fettuccini, and Torched Salmon Donburi. But the real winner is the Torched Salmon Donburi, served with shitake black rice! This dish truly complements Your Local’s well-curated Bar Menu. Be sure to treat yourself with a drink, because well, you deserve good food and drinks!

Royal Indian Curry House

Gold members: Enjoy 1+1 on food; Where: Poblacion

Rating - 4.5

Do you want one of the most authentic, Indian gastronomic experience? The Royal Indian Curry House will fly your taste buds to India as they serve a wide variety of regional and traditional dishes through the hands and minds of Indian-born chefs and bakers. Try out their Buttered Chicken and Kebab Platter to start off your journey in the ever-famous South Asian country.

The Fat Seed Cafe + Roastery

Gold members: Enjoy 2+2 on drinks; Where: Diliman

Rating - 4.5

Perfect for family and friends, Fat Seed Cafe + Roastery is the place to be for all American and Asian food lovers. Feast on their mouth-watering dishes that’s worth every carb intake. Don’t miss on their Buttermilk Fried Chicken with Ube Waffle in Salted Egg Sauce! This is also the perfect place for the workaholics, as the ambience and coffee combo is stellar! Drink to your heart’s content while you marvel on their artistic wall murals.

Half Saints

Gold members: Enjoy 2+2 on drinks; Where: Tomas Morato

Rating - 4.5

Serving one of the most notable Asian, Latin American and Mediterranean food in the city, Half Saints hops you and your loved ones into sinfully satisfying and hearty selections all at ones. A haven of savoury dishes and delicacies, you must try their Chicharon Teriyaki, Risotto, and sugar-induced Tiramisu Cheesecake.

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