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satoruhour · 8 months

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geto reaction to you wearing only his shirt

OVERSIZED NEVER LOOKED THIS GOOD

a/n: lore. a lot of lore. i always cannot help but write backstories. ure gonna have to bear w/ me SORRY !!!! based off of this drawing that i wanted to write sum about but then i thought why not combine it w/ this prompt. i went a little insane on this mb / tagging @papersirens @crysugu @getousex @hyomagiri @slttygeto, who else r geto fuckers

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warnings: roommate!geto, soft dom!geto, mutual pining, reader steals one of geto’s shirts, geto is also a little bit of a pervert, mentions of panty sniffing but geto doesn’t do it, m! and f! masturbation, fingering, clit stimulation, oral / cunnilingus, slight nipple play, spitting (on ur pussy), finger sucking, p -> v sex, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

geto was a sweet roommate.

he’s always topping up on supplies when you needed things, pushing away your hand whenever you wanted to pay. where he got all his money, you weren’t even sure. geto cleaned the house, he cooked dinner, hell, it was like you two were married at this point. even gojo had asked if he would get together with someone who wasn’t you (and of course, in classic gojo way, he was skilled in asking it in a roundabout way), geto’s firm and abrupt “no” was enough to make gojo grin from ear to ear.

even he wasn’t sure when it all started — you were always friends with the three of them, gojo and shoko and himself, participating in their antics and getting in trouble in high school. there was hardly any dull times between the four, looking at you through the lens of a friend. but when those lens started to turn blurry and black, seeing you in a new light of tighter outfits and a sweet smile that looked like it contained something hidden, suguru genuinely hoped it would all go away.

it’s not like he thought he was unattractive, but you wouldn’t go for a guy like him, someone hidden behind gojo’s bright personality or shoko’s satirical, cool demeanour. he was oh so oblivious, however, turning an unintentional blind eye when you’re hanging with gojo for the day but only because you wanted to know what birthday present would be best for him, or having a movie night with shoko only to disregard cher horowitz on the television just to ask if geto would like your new nails and hair.

the two of you were so dense when either of you were hanging with them, going on for so long even after taking a gap year for shoko’s overseas med school attachment. they assumed the two of you would’ve done something then, but it was stagnant, dry, that gojo almost wants to take matters into his own hands; so when you’re begging geto if you could room with him, since he lived near the university you were all attending together,

“suguru, pleasee— i wouldn’t wanna travel for hours on end just for like a two hour lecture.”

shoko smiles, gojo laughs, slinging an arm around you, “help your poor friend out, suguru.”

gojo torments him to no end. he doesn’t regret it one bit when your arms are thrown around his neck in a bear hug in thanks, feeling himself get hard just from the way your breasts press against his chest.

“yeah,” it’s said breathily, softly, “it’s no problem.”

suguru thanked god you hadn’t wanted to move in that very same day, cause all that could be heard throughout the small apartment was him pumping his cock to a polaroid picture of you, calling out your name softly as he came all over the photo of your bright smile. he didn’t need the fan that night, the guilt was enough to burn him alive. and after, he acted like nothing happened, except the many, many times he’d think of taking you on every surface of the house, suffering silently for an entire year as the two of you fell into routine day by day.

today might change, however, when geto hangs the last piece of clothing, something that was hardly a difficult task, but it proved to be the hardest thing to date when he’d spot the bras and underwear lying at the bottom of the basket each time he prepared to do laundry. geto wills himself to wash, hang it, and get out but he cannot tear his eyes away from the unmistakable dark spot at the centre of your panties before it’s thrown in, taunting him to just pick it up to breathe in your scent, to do something to defile it, to let his desires take over. but he wasn’t gojo, no, he’d wait all the time in the world for the right time, even if it was at the expense of a throbbing cock and flushed cheeks.

“(y/n), ’m going to the store, you want…” his voice trails off when the drawer before him shows only one clean shirt left, sighing when his favourite shirt has gone missing, again. he knows it simply by the missing tag on the top, cut off terribly by your hands on a drunk movie night. he was thankful you missed his skin by an inch, but he cherishes that shirt and night dearly. geto simply brushes off the mishap, grabbing a sweatshirt instead.

there’s a rap on your door that quells all movement from your side, fabric clutched tightly between your fingers that it hurt just a little.

“(y/n)? love? you okay?”

“y— yeah, i’m fine sugu. what did you say earlier?”

“i’m going to the store. it’s grocery day so i’ll be there for a while — need to stock the fridge up for the week. you want anything?”

geto wishes so desperately to see your face now, asking if you could go and holding a reusable bag by your side, but strangely you don’t even make a move to open the door.

“no it’s fine, and okay! i’m— uh, busy with something,” you look towards the door and back to the article of clothing in your hand, “so i’m sorry i can’t help today.”

geto’s disappointment is brief, but he recovers as soon as he hears your apology, in that sweet, honeyed voice you love to use on him, as oblivious as you were of its effect.

“’s fine, see you later!” there’s a weird and panicky bout of feeling geto gets, but he’s satisfied with the hum you sound through the door. and once the door clicks behind him, you’re unlocking your own door softly, ensuring your surroundings are safe.

geto wasn’t the only one. between your fingers were his favourite shirt, straight from the dirty laundry of last week’s load; it’s been a reoccuring thing these few weeks after realising you maybe want geto to fuck you silly. you’re sneaking around undetected with it, holding it to your nose, breathing in his natural musk. it was the one shirt you liked on him — always put on when with you — it’s like your secret little joke from that night. and it was so sinful, the way your breath hitches from just his scent, the way your panties pool with arousal.

what would it be like to actually wear it?

the thought crosses your mind and leaves just as fast, heart pounding in your chest when you realise you’ve never tried that before.

peeling off your top, you slip it on carefully, swallowing from how much larger he is than you. the sleeves extend past your elbows by a little, so much cloth on you that you’re a little lightheaded by the possibility of being geto’s, belonging to geto.

“oh god…” you sigh, feeling your pussy throb at the thought, and your hands are shy when they creep in between your thighs. they rub at your clit gently, imagining geto was doing the work instead. he’d be so gentle with his hands, cupping your thighs, spreading your legs.

you’re whining when your fingers find your way into your cunt, nose filled with the scent of geto and head filling with the repeated runnings of his tongue on you, his cock in you, his whole person devoted to you. it’s cute how you don’t know that’s already the case. your fingers are lacklustre as you pump them in and out while your other hand is busy with your clit and you look like a goddess: spread out on your bed in nothing but your roommate’s shirt, a soft, slow melody playing from your phone.

you’re so entranced by the sensations you don’t hear the front door opening and the rustle of the plastic bags (he forgot the reusable bags) containing your groceries, distracted by the phone call he’s having with gojo who teases him through the line. his best friend says stupid crap like she’s definitely into you, too. what her panties smell like? have you guys fucked yet?

the last two was enough for geto to whisper a soft satoru!, clearly displeased with the way he was asking about you, about you both that he only rolls his eyes, muttering an annoyed “i’m hanging up, you pervert. i’ll talk to you later—”

setting down the bags, he frowns again upon seeing the closed door, although not as closed you thought you left it.

“suguru— f-fuck, right there—” geto chokes on his saliva at the moans coming from behind the door, careful not to step on the wrong floorboard below him as he lines up with your room door — a terrifying feat rewarded by your needy whines begging for him. he can hear the wetness of his roommate’s cunt, and he wants to take a peak so bad; so he does just that and stiflies a groan at the sight.

your hair is splayed out all around you, pussy facing the entrance of the door just perfectly and his shirt draped over your body. it sends him into a frenzy, head reeling at seeing his shirt so oversized and so perfect over your body that he swears he cums a little at the display. your cute face scrunched up in pure pleasure, your toes curling around the bedsheets he changed for you.

oh, shit.

and geto panics when your head shoots up, eyes meeting his and your hands halting.

fuck, did i say that out loud?

you’re speechless although your reflexes cause you to close your legs immediately, scooting up the bed like you’ve just got cornered by a predator. it was similar — geto with his big, brooding self, moving slowly into the room with both hands up and a dazed look behind his eyes, you, exposed in the eyes of a hungry man who’s craved you for so many months. you like it.

“you’re— you’re wearing my shirt,” geto gulps, causing you to let out a nervous laugh.

“yea— yeah…”

geto thinks that maybe this is it. this was the moment he’s been holding back on for so long, and so he crosses that boundary into your space, stopping right at the footboard of the bed. you follow suit, going onto your hands and knees and crawling to him that he tilts his head back. everything you do drives him crazy.

suguru’s words is heavy, “you think you’re cute, hm? stealing my shirt and then moaning out my name and fingering your pussy like that…”

your breath shakes, ascending to your knees so you’d reach his height, but not quite. he tugs you closer to him.

“yeah.” it’s so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it, “been wanting you for a long time.”

your roommate hums, lips hovering over yours just by an inch. you’d probably pass out if not for your racing heart and pulsating core.

“yeah?”

you’re finished with words, resorting only to a shy nod before geto crashes his lips onto yours, wrapping the other arm around you as yours go around his neck. it’s messy, filled with drool, devouring you on the spot for teasing him for so long, mouths moving in sync with each other. there’s a soft moan that escapes your mouth when you feel him manhandle you with ease, picking you off the bed to set you down on your back gently.

“c’mon, let’s see the mess you made,” you mewl at the words but your legs are stubborn, still in disbelief at the way suguru treats you, but you let him pry your legs apart after some gentle praises. you stifle a smile when you see how geto exhales at how beautiful your pussy is, leaking from your hole while your puffy clit is begging to be touched.

“oh, she’s so fuckin’ pretty…” your roommate mumbles, intoxicated on your scent as he bends down, giving your cunt one last loving look before he looks to you with a small grin. it’s clear he cannot wait, but he pauses for the words he wants to hear.

“wan’ you to eat me out, sugu,” you’re mumbling and suguru thinks it’s so cute, only responding by giving you a peck on your inner thigh, a soft yeah? before he goes down on you.

geto’s tongue on you is slow and cautious, drawing languid circles around your clit as he plays with your thighs, moaning softly into your core.

“s’damn sweet,” you can feel the stretch of a smile before he resumes, drawing you in slowly with each lick, each suck. geto doesn’t let your arousal go to waste, using a finger to scoop up your juices before he rubs the area around your hole and then the first push into your pussy makes you let out a loud, wanton moan.

“oh— your fingers, sugu, they’re—” they’re so much thicker and longer, everything that you couldn’t feel before now feels too much and yet your cunt gives him his answer by clenching around his longer finger.

“better than yours?” he asks with a lopsided smile.

you huff in indignance — not your fault you had shorter fingers, “yeah.”

“i’ll make full use of ’em, baby,” geto gasps softly when he pushes his finger right to the hilt, obsessed with the way your hand closes around his wrist. “too much?”

you shake your head, “n-no, just— feels too good.”

your roommate laughs softly, “princess is just too sensitive.”

he’s tempted to chuckle again when he sees how the pet names affect you, but soon he’s adding a second finger and pushes in, moving at a slow speed. and then when he adds his mouth into the mix, you’re begging for him to hurry; his eyes flutter close, getting lost in everything that you dish out.

geto’s pace is routine like his life, but it’s not any less pleasurable as he curls his fingers upwards, stretching you out and hitting your spot repeatedly. he continually flicks his tongue and sucks and slurps, tasting your essence once and needing a second, third, fourth, umpteenth taste, bringing out the most delicious moans to fall from your lips. it’s like hearing aphrodite sing, and yet you cross her by miles both in beauty and voice. surely, he shouldn’t mention that out loud, but eros can’t possibly help the arrow puncturing his heart, and looking at his psyche now, he thinks you look absolutely flawless.

“f-feel so good, mmh— so deep, suguru—!” his eyes snap open to look at you with hooded lids, sending you a cheeky wink before he starts to suck on your bundle of nerves, keeping his mouth latched around it as his fingers speed up. the noises of your cunt sucking him in paired with your whines just sound so good, and the scent of his shirt is dizzying, pulling it higher and higher till it pools around your chest. you watch as geto pulls away for a second, gathering saliva in his throat before he spits on your pussy, and the action is so lewd your jaw drops and your hips start to hump against him.

“ya like that? filthy girl,” geto smiles, rubbing his thumb into your clit and there’s that distinctive build-up in your stomach, coiling and burning until lays his tongue flat onto your cunt, pressing it deep along with the fingers that curl up in your pussy.

“su—” you don’t even have time to tell him, cumming all over his fingers and soaking the sheets, flustered at the in-awe look geto has on his face at how the shirt had ridden up, at how your hands cup your tits and play with your nipples, at how your cunt gushes so sweetly for him. he continues to pump his fingers to let you ride out your orgasm, relishing in the whine you let out when he removes his fingers.

“patience, sweetheart,” geto moves up to reach you, fingers waiting inches away from your lips. you’re taking his fingers into your mouth, keeping eye contact as you wrap your tongue around them and sucking your cum off of him, swearing lowly when you grab his wrist and shove them deeper. “but then again, we’ve been dancing around each other for too long, now.”

you smile at his allusion to the many times that the what-ifs could’ve come true, and yet now you’re tangled up like this in his shirt.

once geto’s underwear comes off, you’re gaping at the cock that he pumps, clearly looking intimidating enough that geto has a hand to your knee and kisses it gently. “we’ll make it fit, alright?”

you nod a little timidly, taking his hand off and twining your fingers, “yeah, i trust you to take care of me.” you make a quick move to remove his shirt but he stops you, saying something embarrassing about wanting to see how cute and small you look in his shirt. you’re scoffing and pushing at him later, you’re just too tall.

he takes care of you perfectly fine — when geto fully sheathes himself in you, he can only focus on your gummy walls that wrap around him fully, his eyes are rolling to the back of his head and you’re grasping at his hands that grab your hips so hard. your roommate fucks you so well, your body limp and your pussy begging to milk him dry that it spills out so much — geto groans into your neck with reddened cheeks at that later.

you’re receiving a noise warning the very next day, alongside a QR code that takes you to a link for soundproof foam, and all you can do is laugh at each other. like routine, geto is already gathering the ingredients for an apology cake, beside him right in that little kitchen in another shirt of his that starts to smell more and more like you—

as his roommate and maybe now, something more.

part two ♡

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targaryenrealnessdarling · 6 months

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Every Little Bit | Billy Washington x SexuallyConfident!reader

Summary: Billy has never been the confident one in the relationship. So you endeavour to make him feel how he deserves | Word Count: | Warnings below the cut!

Links to my Taglists: General Taglist | Billy W Taglist

requested by @randomdragonfires, sorry it's taken me so long to get round to it 😅

Warnings: mentions of a bad past relationship, p in v sex, mentions of feeling inadequate, confidence issues, masturbation (f and m), cumplay, voyeurism, use of sex toys, overstim

Out of all the guys she’d been with, Billy Washington seemed the most innocent-looking.

He had the face for it. With those big blue eyes, messy blonde hair and the irresistible way he would nervously lick his soft pink lips when he was anxious.

She wasn’t ashamed to say that it excited her.

In complete contrast to that, he was tall, broad, with a sharp jawline and a sometimes striking gaze when his eyelids were hooded. Sometimes she found herself just looking at his hands as he wringed them, how his long, thick fingers curled around each other, tucking into his palms.

He was a somewhat introverted guy, she found out. But it was endearing. He was a listener, when he was sober, fading into the background as much as a tall guy could, his eyes darting to whoever was speaking. But when he had a drink in his hand and some beer in his belly, he began to come out of his shell a little, yet still softly spoken. Choosing his words carefully to not draw too much attention to himself.

It was a shame, she mused.

She chalked it up mostly to his ex-girlfriend, who, from what she’d heard, had done very little to quell his nerves and insecurities. In fact, it seemed like she nurtured them, in order to perhaps feel better about herself.

That was the biggest crime of all. Forcing Billy to feel lesser than he was.

Than he deserved.

In their moments of quiet within his flat, legs tangled beneath the sheets, with his head pressed between her shoulder and chest as she absent-mindedly played with his hair, he would often say.

“Why the hell are you with a guy like me?”

The question didn’t come from nowhere. It was a familiar one, and asked often.

She never knew why he’d even ask?

“You could have any guy you wanted”

But she wants him.

What about that is so difficult to understand?

She quickly discovered though, that it was because Billy thought he wasn’t satisfying her.

So often had his ex expressed disappointment, with faked orgasms or huffs of annoyance, that Billy thought himself incapable of giving a single female pleasure.

She thought it was absurd.

The way Billy approached sex was another thing.

It was clear he wasn’t confident, unclear more so if he ever had been. He’d obviously had his fair share of girlfriends, had sexual relationships with most of them, but had never really allowed himself to be vulnerable with any of them intimately.

Not to mention, she doubted he’d ever divulged what he liked.

A people pleaser, through and through.

She knew he was only human. That beneath that good boy exterior there was something. Things he liked, but wouldn’t dare to ask for. Things he might have wanted to do to her, but wouldn’t say out loud.

It was a mission, to find out what made Billy Washington click.

Being unapologetically sexual was never an issue for her. Nor communication with previous partners (at least on her side anyway). Not that she was perfect in her opinion by any stretch, but she always, always, knew what she wanted. In her eyes, there was no need to be embarrassed about what you desire, or about telling that to the person that you trust and love.

Clearly, Billy’s trust had been shattered before she came into his life.

She looked up from her phone as she heard the front door, the clanging of keys in a bowl and shuffling of long, muffled footsteps.

A mischievous smile grew on her face as she laid atop his bed, in only his long t-shirt and nothing else, one hand pressed between her mid thighs to warm and comfort the hand that wasn't scrolling through her phone.

She heard his exasperated sigh and saw his sandy, blond hair as he turned towards the bedroom, halting on the spot as his baby blue eyes locked onto her legs first, trailing upwards to where the skin was covered by his shirt.

His cheeks were flushed. He'd obviously had a pint.

"Have a good time?", she asked warmly.

She saw him swallow thickly, his full lips parting to remember to breathe, "Mmhm".

Flopping her phone onto the bedside table, she rested her head in her palm, "What's up?"

Billy had to shake his head a few times to rid himself of what he thought was a trance, no doubt doubled by the little bit of alcohol in his system, "U-uh, nothing…" he murmured, pulling off his jacket and stepping across the threshold.

"Were you uh…waiting up for me?", Billy asked with a hint of hope in his voice that was difficult to miss.

She slides off the bed, shuffling up to his tall, broad figure, having to crane her neck to look at him properly through her eyelashes. Billy shivers noticeably as her hands drift across his chest, her fingers teasing the skin of his torso through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Though they'd been together for some time, even Billy understood, there was something different about tonight.

"What if I was?", she replies, a teasing lilt to her voice that makes Billy's hairs stand up on end.

He presses his lips together, feeling increasingly pent up by the second, as if her touch is setting off a chain reaction inside him, and he is fit to burst.

“What if I was thinking about you?”, she muses in a low tone, smiling when she feels him tense under her touch.

“About me?...”

“Yeah”

“In…what way?” he asks innocently.

She thinks, feigning disinterest for a moment as she bites her lip.

“I’ve been thinking, that you don’t tell me what you want”.

She watches his brows lower a bit in confusion, “...what I want?”

“Mmhm”, she replies, “in the bedroom anyway”.

“Oh”

She smiled with delight as his cheeks warmed, the redness blooming over his face, making his deep, blue eyes gleam from beneath his sweeping blonde hair.

Almost in a trance, Billy's hands drift beneath her arms to her waist, sucking the large shirt she wore to the actual shape of her body. She watched his face as his lips parted.

Billy didn't know what to say.

"I, uh…"

"You can tell me, Billy" she reassured quietly, watching his breath hitch, and his chest move more steadily as her fingers brushed the skin beneath his shirt.

She stopped when his hands came to hers, to gently, but firmly, push them off him.

“Not tonight…” he whispered, so quiet she nearly had to strain to hear him, “...please”.

How he said it was so vulnerable, his eyes blinking quickly, that she knew and took the cue to not even go about asking what was really wrong with him. She suspected it was something much deeper, something that needed a lengthy explanation, and one that right now he couldn’t give her.

She gave him a reassuring smile, letting him know that he needn’t feel like he was disappointing her.

She thought with a warmth in her heart, that Billy had come home, wavy from only one pint, only wanting to be held, have her fingers stroking his hair until he fell asleep.

So tonight, without judgement, she gave him comfort.

And would let him come to her when he was ready.

She loved mornings like this.

Lazy, hazy Saturdays.

The middle of the weekend. Leaving the stressful memory of Friday, flung headlong into the lull that Saturday offered, and without the threat of Sunday, knowing that the work week would just continue all over again.

With the bed sheets tucked around her idly, she scrolled through her phone with heavy eyelids, she could hear the faint tapping of the shower in the background and the occasional splash of water as Billy washed his hair.

The dust was illuminated as it drifted through the air, the atmosphere one a kind of homely, cosiness. The music from one of the speakers in the other room filled the gentle silence.

It was so domestic, she could only describe it that way. One that filled a space inside her that made her feel as if she could stay like this forever.

She thought of him, in the shower, water running off of him and his blonde hair all wet and pushed back from his forehead with his fingers. And for some reason, though they’d been together a long time, the idea of that still excited her.

It was useless to ignore how she pressed her thighs together.

It had been a few days since she and Billy were last intimate. And though she tried the night before, it was clear as anything he was in no mood for anything overtly sexual, favouring instead to bask in their closeness. She didn’t mind it. She would much rather him state if he wasn’t in the mood, than for him to push it aside, and struggle to keep the momentum going and be passionate once they were in the throes of it.

Because that would only fuel the inadequacy Billy felt.

And she wasn’t having that.

Tucking her phone beneath the pillow, she sighed as her hand slipped between her legs, finding herself already wet and wanting at the mere thought of her boyfriend in the shower. If she weren’t so pent up, she would have said to herself it was slightly pathetic, to be this aroused just by thinking about someone she saw everyday naked.

But she just couldn’t help herself.

She pressed her lips together, suppressing a sound that bubbled up there as her digits moved through her slick folds, her hips jolting slightly when her middle finger began to rub in micro-movements over her bud. Imagining it was him. His long,thick fingers…

She sunk further into the bed, the idle sound of muffled music in the background granting her the confidence to part her lips and let her quiet moans rumble in her chest.

With one hand pleasuring herself, the other slipped beneath her shirt to touch her own breast, again pretending they were his, large and calloused, gripping at her flesh hungrily, squeezing her nipples between his fingers desperately.

That dull buzz began to throb between her legs, and she paid more attention to her clit where she increased her movements.

Her head whipped to the doorway, her eyes flying open and breath caught in her chest, all movements ceased.

Her first instinct was to blush in embarrassment as Billy stood in the doorway, his blue eyes slowly drifting from where her hands were tucked and then to her eyes, absorbing the hedonistic and shy expression on her face.

Billy just stood there, clad only in his sweatpants that hung lowly on his hips, and the appearance of his body so unabashedly bared, the little trail of dark blonde hair leading down from his navel beneath the waistband, made that little buzz only ache tighter inside her. His hair was towel dried and pushed back off his forehead, the sandy strands darkened with moisture and laying messily on his head.

She wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

He saw her swallow nervously, seeing her not know what to do as he’d happened upon her in a very delicate moment, so lost in her pleasure that she had not heard him turn off the shower and open the door.

Her mouth went dry as she saw beneath his dark sweatpants, that he was undeniably hard, his erection pressed against his thigh.

Billy breathed steadily, his eyes flitting down once he realised she had stopped what she’d been doing.

His throat bobbed and he wet his lips as he spoke, “Keep going”.

Heat crawled up her neck to her face, and she was certain she was blushing furiously at what he’d said.

Never in their relationship had she seen him speak to her like he just had. All low and deep in his chest, with his usually gleaming, blue eyes darkened by his pupils expanding into the colour.

After she was sure she heard him correctly, she resumed her motions slowly at first, getting back into the motion steadily as she had before. Her head felt like it was full of hot air, once she saw Billy’s large hand slip past the waistband of his sweatpants and grip his length in his palm. Even from her spot on the bed, she saw the way he fisted his erection, his eyes fixed on her core, all wet and hot, peeking out from beneath the hem of his own shirt.

It felt so erotic, pleasuring himself when he was right there watching her, annoyingly far away where she couldn’t touch him.

A sound largely between a groan of annoyance and a moan of pleasure as her movements increased tumbled past her lips. And she was sure that she saw Billy’s eyes light up as he saw how irritated she was that she couldn’t reach out to him. To touch him as she so often couldn’t help herself from doing when they were intimate with each other.

“Billy...” she breathed, hoping that her tone of voice would be enough.

“Show me” his voice was firm, but with a waver at the end as his motions beneath his sweatpants increased, his chest all tense as his core tightened with pleasure.

Feeling her face all hot with both embarrassment and arousal, she pushed her ankles apart even more, doing as he said and exposing herself to him as he pleasured herself, finally sinking her fingers inside her. Her arousal audibly clicked against her fingers as she hastened her ministrations, trying so badly to achieve fulfilment herself.

But with him in the room, so far away but within reach, all she felt was that she needed him to give it to her.

Billy sighed, his pink lips parted as his gaze returned to her weeping arousal between her legs, seeing the effect he had on her without having touched her.

Using his other hand, he pushed the waistband slightly off his hip, pulling his length from its confines to show her the effect that she had on him.

She felt her insides clench around nothing, hungrily wanting him inside her when she saw him pleasure himself, his fingers wrapped around his cock and pumping in sure, confident movements.

She thought that if she closed her eyes and opened them again, he might take pity on her and just come over to the bed and fuck her, as she so desperately wanted. In all their relationship, she’d never been left wanting for him, ever. She’d always been the one to give to him, to give him pleasure, and in the bargain have some fun for herself, as she so often enjoyed feeling as if she was the only one who could give it to him.

And right now, she thought he must look utterly pathetic, not even having the energy to beg for him to fuck her.

The ends of his hair had begun to dry and she felt her tummy do backflips as he moved from the doorway towards her. Without thinking, she had slowed her movements, expecting him to have finally caved.

The mattress dipped at her ankles where he was knelt, but other than the brush of them against her flesh, he didn’t touch her, and he certainty hadn’t ceased the movements of his hand around his length.

Now, knelt over her like this, his tall form casting somewhat of a shadow over hers, she felt her walls flutter around her own fingers with excitement, desperate to be stretched to accommodate to his length that was so close to her.

“I don’t think I said stop, did I?”

She felt her mouth go all dry, the strands of his hair moving with every tug of his fist on his cock.

Billy looked down at her, watching with a sort of curiosity as she resumed, taking his words to heart. Wanting to please him.

She’d never felt so small in her life.

And, fuck, it was exciting to see this side of him.

He began to pump his cock in earnest, a slight pinkness to his cheeks from the effort, lips parted in hurried breath. He reached over, into the bedside table and threw the mini vibrator he knew was there onto the spot next to her.

She looked up in brief confusion, he wasn’t going to use it on her?

She felt entirely pent up, just wanting him to touch her.

“Billy, please…” she caved and begged, her face warm with slight humiliation at having to ask.

He batted her hand away when she tried to touch his torso, watching with a blank expression at the brief annoyance on her face.

“You can touch me when you cum”.

He had such a serious expression on his face, it was difficult to detect any sign in him that he was actually enjoying this.

She swallowed thickly and gasped when her other hand pressed the vibrator against her clit, pleasuring herself in two separate ways as her fingers continued to shallowly slide inside her with a wet, soft smack of her arousal. Having these two sensations at once was borderline overwhelming.

And part of her was flushed, that Billy was just right there, pleasuring himself while he watched her.

She closed her eyes, but Billy was quick to it.

“Look at me”.

She felt her core tighten impossibly, her movements becoming quicker and more needy as she neared that point of no return. The point where she would lose herself entirely.

And so she pressed the vibrator against her clit harder, using her slick to move it around in micro-movements as she canted her hips up to assist the friction there. Her eyes pulled up to him, and for some reason, looking into his eyes as he stared down at her instead of watching the way he pleasured himself right in front of her, was much much more intimate and erotic.

Billy himself began to breathe heavier, his chest moving erratically up and down, a sheen of sweat over his skin there, his grip on himself tightening.

“You close?” he asked breathily, feeling as if he was about to explode with arousal.

She nodded quickly, and without noticing circled the vibe around her bud, aided by how wet she was, “Yes - yes, Billy -”

She felt her hips shift down into the bed, thighs shaking as her orgasm rolled over her in waves. Her fingers dragged through her fluttering walls, the vibrator still buzzing incessantly on her clit as the numbness flooded her limbs, warmth flooding through her to the place where she needed him the most.

She wanted to pull the vibe away, overstimulation beginning to gnaw at her pleasure, but as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she looked up at Billy again when his other hand reached down and held her wrist in place. His eyes boring down into hers, just daring her to say something in response.

But she didn’t.

“-fuck, Billy-” she whined, her stomach clenching and unclenching in brief discomfort as yet another rush threatened to overcome her. Her lips hung open, and she wanted to shut her eyes badly, to cut off at least one feeling so that she could concentrate on the other between her legs.

It was too much.

She thought with a sort of bashfulness that she wanted to cum again purely at the feeling of his fingers on her flesh.

She felt moisture around her eyes, the pleasure so closely nearing on pain, but never quite overstepping that fine line between them. It was almost as if she could feel every erratic beating of her heart through her core, the second orgasm completely draining all the energy out of her.

Billy moaned loudly, partly cut off with a full body shudder as he tugged at his length to completion. The moan lingering on his sweet voice as he painted her pussy with his cum, sighing as he continued to pump himself, as if the sight of her covered in his spend was just too erotic to comprehend.

She flinched, her hips jolting upwards to meet him when he leaned down to rub the head of his cock over her clit and entrance, smearing his cum over her pussy, in a gesture that tugged at that pleasurable spot deep in her gut.

The only sound either of them were able to make were the tired remnants of moans on their hurried breaths.

When her heavy eyelids lifted to him again, she thought he looked like a piece of art. Broad and tall, his flesh tied with wiry muscle, subtle beneath the soft surface of his skin.

And for a moment, as Billy rode out his high that seemed to take everything out of him, they simply looked at each other as if something in the dynamic of their relationship had irrevocably changed.

There was something else in his baby blue eyes she’d never seen before. A shift.

Something inside him had been awakened, like he had enjoyed exerting a power and assertiveness over her that he’d never tried before.

He reached over, his palm pressing into the space on the mattress next to her head as he leaned over her. Her lips parted in surprise and pleasure when he dipped down and slid his length past her slick folds and slowly sank inside her, stretching her already abused and tender walls out around him, moulding her insides to the shape of him.

Billy sighed, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her pussy gripping him hungrily, already clenching around his overly-sensitive cock. But as soon as his eyes opened again, his face now close to hers as he pushed inside her to the hilt, the hair at the base of him brushing against her clit, she raised her legs to hook around his hips.

And felt as if she’d seen someone else she’d never met before.

Her eyes rolled shut as his palm laid flat on her tummy, drifting up and taking the shirt with it, palming needily at her breasts as he began a mercifully soft and careful pace.

One she had no doubt would become more eager.

Part of her worried she wouldn’t leave this bed for a long while. The other wanted to smile, happy that Billy had felt comfortable and confident enough, finally, to demonstrate what he really, really wanted.

It seemed trivial perhaps to some, that a confidence, even sexually, could give so much power to a person and enhance the personality that was already there. To help them feel as loved as they deserved to feel.

She’d suspected for so long that he’d been hiding something. Something he was too nervous to ask for. Fearing perhaps that she would judge him.

But as he pressed his chest to hers, his hands snaking around her waist and her buttocks to push her body up to meet his desperate thrusts, she only felt relieved and undeniably happy, that she had been able to give him this freedom.

And she thought with a hint of selfishness…

…that she could get used to this.

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Pick a card: who's the love of your life?

DISCLAIMER: readings are used as a guide, but the decisions you want to make for yourself are YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. this is for entertainment purposes only.

☞ choose a pile that draws your attention the most.

☞ you can choose more than one option, but I recommend that you stick with the first one you chose.

☞ readings don't have an expiration date.

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𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝟒ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝟓ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝟔

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𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝟏

You have already met the love of your life. For some of you, it may be your current partner. For others, it may be a person with whom you have already established some kind of bond or conversation. For some of you, the love of your life is someone who's getting out of a relationship and for others you're going to be getting out of a relationship when you meet them.

This person is sentimental, but strong-willed. Throughout their life they experienced many things that forced them to fight in order to achieve their dreams; they don't give up easily. This person is a leader who inspires others. However, it's very difficult for this person to rest; they're stressed 24/7.

The love of your life is a passionate person who wants to form deep bonds with others. They're calm, but that doesn't mean they are not adventurous. The love of your life is someone who is in touch with their emotions and intuitions and knows how to channel their feelings very well.

For some of you, the economic level of this person is going to be very good and very stable. This person knows how to keep and take good care of their money.

In a relationship, this person is passionate, loyal, loving, and highly protective. They really like physical contact and spending quality time with you. I feel like they freak out if you don't text them back or if you don't ask them out… like I said, they're very sentimental.

Some red flags of this person are that they can be very capricious when they don't get what they want and sometimes they want to have more than they already have. They can also become very overprotective of you.

I feel like there's going to be a big effort on their part to get closer to you. Like I said, this person doesn't give up easily and is going to do whatever it takes to make you theirs.

Physical appearance: brown hair / fantasy hair color

Possible signs: Cancer / Scorpio / Virgo / Sagittarius

Things that may be relevant: letters "I" and "V"

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𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝟐

The love of your life is an optimistic, cheerful, charismatic and popular person. They really like celebrations and socializing. They also may have a very large group of friends.

However, I feel that the image that this person wants to give sometimes is not what they really are. Although they have noble intentions, it's hard for them to put themselves in another's place. They tend to doubt their own abilities a lot and I also feel that they don't know how to appreciate the opportunities that life gives them, since later, when they lose that opportunity, they realize how much it could have helped them.

At first, when you two meet, you may clash a lot, since you both have different personalities.

The love of your life is in love with their family and it's very likely that they want to have a family with you. I'm visualizing a very cheerful and colorful house where children can run all over the place.

This person is so intelligent and observant that they know when people lie to them. The love of your life always bets on the truth and knows very well what they want. They're a very mature and practical person, and if they have any problem they like to talk straightforwardly.

The love of your life is a very funny and curious person. They love sharing their ideas and learning new things. That's why mental stimulation is very important in this relationship, otherwise they will get bored.

Some red flags of this person, which I have already mentioned a little above, is that I feel that they're more mental than sentimental. They have a hard time expressing their feelings and many may consider them to be a cold and apathetic person. I feel that this person is like this because of an unresolved trauma… There were many moments when they felt alone and rejected and this made them force themselves to get going and downplay that emotional part that they have.

Physical appearance: brown hair / blonde hair / voluptuous body

Possible signs: Capricorn / Virgo / Cancer / Leo (earth and air signs may be prominent in their chart)

Things that may be relevant: letters "L", "H" and "S"

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𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝟑

Just like pile 1, you may already know the love of your life. For some of you, they may have already formed some kind of bond with you, and for others, they just talk to you from time to time.

This person is empathic, generous, nostalgic and calm… but they're also very insecure of themselves, feeling that they are never prepared to face any kind of problem that comes their way.

Regarding work, I feel that they worked very hard throughout their life. However, they always had difficulties finding a stable job. They know a lot about different areas, but no matter how much they know, they work extra hard regardless of their results. Their whole life was based on making sacrifices in order to survive… and this also applies to their romantic relationships. The love of your life is capable of leaving their comfort zone in order to make their relationship more bearable.

Although they're a sentimental person, there are times when they put their feelings aside and get serious when necessary. They're a very calculating, independent and organized person; they know very well what they want and how they want it.

They're also persevering and very competitive. They like to have everything under control.

They overthink a lot and often make bad decisions. That's why they have to think twice before making a final decision.

They take good care of their money and they may have a good economic level.

Some red flags of this person are that they are stubborn and can be quite overprotective of money. This is very subjective, but it could be that they propose you to open the couple or something like that… conventional relationships are not their thing… and, for others, the love of your life may be prone to cheating.

Physical appearance: brown hair / black hair

Possible signs: Aries / Virgo / Aquarius

Things that may be relevant: letter "C"

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𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝟒

The love of your life is someone who is very hardworking and who has been able to achieve one of their biggest dreams with great responsibility.

This person is courageous, determined and cheerful; they're a natural leader who inspires others.

Their family may have a very popular family business.

Speaking of their family, I feel that it plays a very important role both for better and for worse. In some cases, this person may be the firstborn child or the favorite child. Whatever the case may be, the love of your life lived under constant pressure throughout their life, but they always prioritized their dreams over their parents' dreams. I also feel that the image that the family tries to give is not what it really is.

In some cases, the love of your life may be a foreigner and, for others, not… However, whatever your case may be, this person wants to move from their home to be able to make a new life somewhere else and detach themselves from that toxic environment that surrounds them. Also, if they manage to move, there's a good chance that they will do better at work.

The love of your life is a calm but sociable person. They don't like confrontations and always seeks for meaning on everything they do.

When they're upset, they like to be alone to be able to reflect. And, regarding their work, they know how to take breaks when they considers it necessary.

They have great job potential and I feel that when you finally get in a relationship with them, they will do even better.

This person knows that everything has its cycle and that not everything is forever. That's why when something isn't going well, no matter how good it is, the best thing they can do is walk away and move on.

Although they're a person who is connected with their emotions and have a high level of intuition, I feel that sometimes they can be a bit unrealistic; it's very difficult for them to differentiate reality from imagination.

One of the red flags that this person has is that they can do anything to get what they want, generating great resentment.

Physical appearance: thin body

Possible signs: Libra / Pisces

Things that may be relevant: letters "N" and "H"

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𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝟓

The love of your life is a very intuitive and cheerful person. They always tries to see the positive side of things and likes to learn from their mistakes.

At first they're usually a calm person, but once they gain confidence with people, they bring out their more extroverted side.

The love of your life is a sentimental person and is not afraid to express their emotions openly.

In the workplace they may have an important position. This person radiates power and courage.

Regarding their economy, they may have a high purchasing power. I'm visualizing a life of luxury... maybe they live in a big house with many rooms, in a mansion or something like that. I'm also visualizing objects of great value.

For some of you, the love of your life may be someone famous, and for others, it may just be a well-known person in their field. They have a great public recognition.

When they're in a relationship, they like to be attentive with their partner and they want to make the person they love feel special. I'm visualizing them giving you gifts and taking you on a trip.

Some red flags of this person are that sometimes it's difficult for them to differentiate reality from imagination and there may be many misunderstandings when discussions arise.

Even though I said that they like to learn from their mistakes, sometimes they tend to walk away from their problems and don't like to face them.

Physical appearance: blonde hair / brown hair

Possible signs: Taurus / Cancer

Things that may be relevant: letters "D", "U", "S" and "L"

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𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝟔

It's very likely that you meet the love of your life at work. Some of you may work in the same sector and others may work in the same place but in different areas.

This person is very generous and empathetic. They love helping others and enjoys sharing everything with the people they love the most. I also feel that they really like to do charity and they may be very supportive of a cause that's very important to them.

I feel that they're a super religious person and they want to have a traditional relationship. That is, open relationships and all that is not their thing. They also want to get married.

They're a passionate lover. When they see you for the first time, they will do anything to make you theirs.

Even though this person follows by what their heart dictates... don't let them fool you. They're very intelligent.

The love of your life is a fair person and treats everyone the same way. They're respectful and treat others the way they would like to be treated.

This person is someone important in the field where they work and everyone knows that they work hard.

The red flags of this person are that they can become very vindictive when people don't treat them the way they like. They're capable of dirtying people if they want to. I just heard "it's better to have them as a friend than as an enemy".

Another thing that can be a red flag is that they don't know how to listen to their inner voice. Sometimes they can be so capricious that they don't like to receive "no" for an answer.

Physical appearance: brown hair

Possible signs: Sagittarius / Taurus (water signs may be prominent in their chart)

Things that may be relevant: letters "F" and "H"

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔! 　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

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frostironfudge · 11 months

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Labyrinth - Bucky Barnes - Chapter VIII

Summary: labyrinth (noun), a complicated set of paths and passages, through which it is difficult to find your way. Bucky and You would do anything for Steve and Wanda, your respective best friends. In an attempt to avoid a tradition Steve and Wanda come up with a lie involving their best friends. A lie, that involves building a labyrinth. Bucky and You begin to build but will you two find your way out or be caught in it?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, (Modern AU)

Word Count: 8.1 k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: chapter contains 18+ moments, minors DNI, angst, fluff, sm/ut, dir/ty talk, p in v, worried bucky, swearing, soft bucky, protective bucky, drinking.

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There is a shuffle near Bucky’s chest, then the warmth begins to slip away. He frowns, his arms tighten around his source of comfort pulling it closer to him. A familiar softness is flush against him.

Sleep leaves him as he pulls you closer. Hands roaming your body, hips grinding against yours, your little squeak has him smile.

“Morning Sunshine.” He whispers stubble tickling your neck, you giggle feeling his hard on.

“You’re excited.” You laugh as he tickles you again, turning you in his arms.

His hair tousled, blue eyes happily meeting your own. You lean closer kissing his nose he scrunches it making him look even more adorable in the morning light.

“You’re adorable, Puffin.” You declare.

“I’m not adorable.” He huffs.

“Oh yes I forgot, you’re a diabolical evil genius wanting revenge.” Your eye roll has him lean above you. Holding himself up with one hand while the other guides your leg around his waist.

You bite your lip, his strength was always something that impressed you. Your palms rest upon his chest, slowly your eyes and fingers drift to the constellation that he has tattooed.

“Why this one?” You ask, the question always burns on your tongue, you had never dared to ask him about his ink.

Now though?

The way you feel as if this one last layer separating the two of you was gone. Giving you all of him and giving him all of you.

“You always did like that one.” He murmurs, your gaze lifts to him. Warmth spreads across your cheeks and he smiles.

“You think I didn’t notice it is one amongst your favourites to touch and trace.” He nudges your nose with his; his chest filled with love and happiness. He had so much to tell you. So much to share. Now no longer needing to bite his tongue. No longer did he need to hold back his emotions.

You trace it yet again, the little stars and the intricate line work. Even as he had an impressive expanse of tattoos this one never seemed to be overshadowed. A small linework sun nestled near it. That was your second favourite. You trace it as well.

“Do you know the constellation?” He murmurs, there is something in his voice that draws you in, you nod.

“It’s a zodiac sign.” You answer, his soft laughter greets you.

“Yeah, but which one is it, Sunshine?” He kisses your forehead.

Your eyes drift to the tattoo and then back to him. Bucky watches as your eyes widen, then you do a double take. Realisation hits you, it's your sun sign.

A soft gasp leaves your lips, “Bucky.”

“You remember when we took you guys back home in that taxi?” He recounts, “You fell asleep right against my left arm. Your head rested on that very spot. I had my arm around you for the first time. The way I wanted to for so long. I swear I felt your presence against that spot for days after.”

Your eyes meet his, Bucky looks at you with some of the love he carries for you.

He knows if he looked at you with all of the love he has, it would consume him before he could show it all to you.

He would never be able to look away because he hasn’t been able to look away since the day his heart decided to harbour you. He may have tried to rid his heart of you, but all attempts were feeble, fleeting and futile.

“Six years ago, you took my heart. I thought you broke it but it turns out, you had it tucked away safely. Waiting for me to find it again. Look at it and then give it back to you. I love you, Sunshine.” As Bucky speaks, tears brim over, you look up at him and a tear from his eyes falls onto your cheek mixing with your own.

“Bucky,” You sniffle, “I love you so much with every bit of me.” Your hand moves from his chest to cup his face, the other remains over the tattoos inked onto him that signify you.

Bucky meets your lips with an urgency, the need to have you near him ever growing. Clawing into every part of him. You allow him to sink into you, every bit of him igniting every bit of you.

How could you have been such fools?

How could you have let anyone else ever try to take the place in your heart which Bucky had carved for himself?

How could he have sought you out in the most meaningless of nights when you were already inked onto him, etched onto his heart?

How could it be that the two of you lost years of togetherness, lost years of happiness, lost years of being the one the other could come home to, run to, fall in love every single day?

The kiss is messy, needy, the two of you wanting more, needing more. Your hands seek him out, legs parting. Bucky’s hand finds yours, fingers intertwined. You arch into him as he sinks into you inch by inch.

Moans swallowed by the kiss, his forehead rests against yours as he moves, deep, slow and pleasure blooms with the love creeping along your veins, taking its rightful place.

Bucky drowns in you, your warmth, your scent, your body, you.

The languid pace with which his strokes have you cry out his name. The way he feels your walls claim him. Your arousal marking him, your call of his name, your declaration of your love for him met by his own for you.

“I love you.”

The two of you shatter together, mending back with pieces of one another. There is so much that awaits and will remain for when the two of you awaken again from the afterglow.

For now Puffin would hold his Sunshine closer, whispered sweet nothings on the precipice of slumber.

Dreams awaiting to be explored together.

Steve runs from the bathroom into the kitchen where Wanda glares at the airfryer.

“Check your phone!” Steve bellows, his fiancé turns, staring right at him and then her eyes move downward.

“Steve, you’re… naked?” She questions.

“Fuck that.” He says pointing at her phone.

“Oh I plan to fuck that,” she grabs her phone pointing at him, well one of her favourite parts o him.

Her eyes widen and Steve screams with joy as she starts jumping up and down excited at the text message you’ve sent.

“WE DID IT!” Steve declares with mirth.

“Holy shit Steve!” Wanda leaps towards him.

Steve catches her, “We did it!”

Wanda’s legs wrap around his hips, she kisses him deeply, smiles can’t be wiped from their faces.

“Celebratory shower?” He whispers, eyes darkening, she nods, ridding herself of his sweater as he carries her towards the bedroom.

“No reply from Steve either?” You ask, Bucky meets your gaze over the kitchen counter, shaking his head. He pushes your plate of food towards you as you take a seat opposite to him.

The snowstorm still raged. The hotel was nice enough to drop food supplies for at least two days and a few board games.

“Bet they are celebrating in their own way.” He adds after a moment and you start laughing. His quiet laughter turns boisterous as the two of you recall every place they have gotten kicked out from due to their indecency.

Your phone lights up from an app notification. You can’t help but smile at the new lockscreen.

When the two of you woke up again, Bucky decided that you needed a polaroid to mark the day, encapsulate the new beginning you two are upon.

He had set up the tripod and somehow timed it just right as you exited the bathroom from your shower all dressed in fresh warm clothes. He pulled you to him grinning down at you and cupping your face. You had a shy smile on your face, eyes giving away your mirth and the flash took you by surprise but the picture was everything.

Bucky insisted on more pictures, the two of you had eight couple polaroids to share and one individual one that the other took. Your keepsake was of Bucky washing the dishes with soap on his cheek (that you smeared) and Bucky’s was of you sticking your tongue out at him when he had a dollop of soap placed upon your nose.

The lock screen was the couple picture you requested that has his heart beat erratically. Recreating your head resting over the spot on his arm that was yours. It wasn’t a fake sleeping candid, you were awake and looking at each other.

You took the picture to be your lock screen before Bucky demanded he wanted the picture as his keepsake.

Bucky watches you trace the screen, “I wanted to ask you something important.”

You look at him with furrowed brows.

“So are we still fake engaged or are we reverting to still in the first date wooing phase?” He raises a brow.

“I’d consider the cake tasting our first date.” You hold back your laugh.

“So we were almost cursed by dolls on our first date?” Bucky shakes his head.

“No, we were almost eaten by those dolls.” You correct him.

“Right and we did it in my car on the first date.” Bucky smirks when your knees brush against his under the table.

“I suppose we aren’t a conventional couple.” You shrug, you fiddle with the ring, “So what do these mean then?”

“These rings are a promise,” He says, grasping your hand with his own, “from me to you.”

“Careful Mr. Puffin, I’ve had promises broken.” You try to say it as a joke.

“Raza de soare (sunshine), I only ever would give my word to you.” Your hand is lifted and he kisses the spot under your thumb.

Your fingertips brush over his cheek, “I trust you.”

“It means so much that you do.”

It’s quiet for a few moments then he chuckles thinking over something. Your questioning gaze has him nod.

“Remember when you said I’m a diabolical person out for revenge?” He quotes you.

“I was making a joke, Bucky,”

“No I know that, but those two aren’t going scot free.”

“Bucky leave it, what they did was shitty but we aren’t stooping to their level—,”

“Sunshine.” He says incredulously.

“Fine, okay I want to pull her hair extensions out ever since she flirted with you in the library.” You admit.

He snorts, “I wish you had.”

“How do you think that book fell on her head from the top shelf?” You confess the crime.

“That was you?” Bucky stares at you in disbelief, “Are you secretly evil?”

“When I need to be.” You rest your chin on your palm.

Bucky is about to say something when his phone rings, he frowns, staring at it then looks up at you, “It’s work, I’ll take this in the room but if you need to come in then you can don’t worry about disturbing me, okay?”

You nod but don’t say anything, just push around your food with your fork.

“Hello, yeah I have a moment.” Bucky raises a brow when you don’t verbalise your response, he cups your jaw, “hang on,” he says into the phone.

Carefully he tilts your head, meeting your gaze, “Sunshine, did you hear what I said?”

You nod, he tilts his head, “I did, I won’t bother you.”

“Baby, you wouldn’t be a bother ever, if you need to use the room or you need me, you come to me. Okay?” His words and sincerity make you blink.

“Are you sure?” You whisper, he nods looking between your eyes.

“Absolutely. Now this shouldn’t take too long, if it does I’ll come and tell you, okay? Unless you’re inside at that point. Don’t worry about the dishes okay?” Bucky kisses your forehead.

As he is about to leave you grab his sleeve, stopping him, he yet again pauses the call.

“Thank you.” You reach up kissing his cheek, Bucky’s cheeks tinge red and he rewards you with his bright smile which you return.

“Yeah, tell me…” He keeps his eyes on you as he makes his way into the room.

A shiver runs up your spine, the throw blanket on the couch wasn’t cutting it. You had loaded the dishes into the dishwasher despite Bucky saying not to bother. Now, however, you felt you should go into the room.

The blanket wrapped around your shoulders you head to the room, hand hesitating on the doorknob. It had been twelve minutes. You knock on the door, then open it. Bucky faces away gazing out of the window, his laptop open on the small desk. He turns eyes moving over you.

“Yeah, I can understand why that would be causing distress,” He says while walking over to you. The back of his hand makes contact with your forehead, “I mean the numbers seem fine. Nothing out of line but there is an unsecured loan. I need the details. Just a second,” he places the phone lower.

“You’re getting a bit warm.” Bucky’s thumb strokes your cheek, you lean into his touch.

“Feeling a little cold too.” You admit, sighing in content as he continues to stroke your cheek.

“Okay, get into bed,” He guides you, taking the blanket back, “Hey, can I call you back in a bit? My girl’s unwell. Thanks, yes I’ll tell her.”

“You didn’t have to–,”

“Sunshine, work can and will wait,” Bucky cuts you off, finding it absurd how you still don’t want to verbalise your need for help or wanting care, “Now come on, get into bed, sit for a bit, have your meds then lay down.”

Bucky makes sure you’re okay before he heads to your carry-on luggage, knowing the packing cube that has your medicines. You had given him a tylenol for his headache during the short layover so he knew you had other medicines,

He brings back a paracetamol and a vitamin C tablet each, a bottle of water and a hershey kiss. You chuckle seeing the chocolate, “Why?”

“Because you’re having icky meds and this is the reward.” He laughs, “Habit that mum instilled in Becca and I.”

Bucky brings his laptop and diary onto his side of the bed, connecting one wireless earpiece, carefully he tucks you into his left side. His warmth further reduces the cold feeling.

“If I begin to talk too loudly just pinch my side okay?”

“You don’t have to be bothered, Puffin, I can–,”

“Sunshine, I’m sensing that you were told to stay away and stay out by others.” He shakes his head in disappointment when you look away affirming his suspicions.

“Who did that to you? Who made you believe that you were a bother when you are the only one that should matter?” He kisses the top of your head, patiently waiting for your answer, “I know in our misplaced anger and ire I may be responsible too, I’m going to work on that, I know we can’t erase or forget it but we can grow from it.”

“Beck… and sometimes members of my family… I know, you never made me feel as if I was a bother to you, just, I think it was mutual that we both felt unwanted by the other? Which was misplaced and somehow I feel so irritated with myself that why did we both just not talk and sort things out earlier?” You sigh, looking up at him, “Do you think we should go to couple’s therapy? It may help us navigate and not allow the past to seep in and ruin the future we’re hoping for together. The love is there and now known.”

Bucky’s eyes fall to where you fiddle with the blanket, he had tried therapy, it was helpful. He did in fact want to avoid the past of the way you both were indifferent and well rude on occasion to each other not to taint the future, “I think it will help.”

He smiles seeing you smile, “Okay good.”

“Now get some rest and if I begin to get annoying I want you to pinch or smack my side.” He taps your nose. You roll your eyes but snuggle closer to him.

“You’re so warm.” You practically purr happily, his laughter rumbles, your head near his chest. Warm palm rubbing up and down your back coaxing you further into slumber.

“What the fuck was that for?” Bucky whisper-yells, blocking the pillow coming his way.

“You tell me you got together but not that she almost got hypothermia?” Steve glares looking for something else to throw at his best friend’s head.

“We wanted to tell you in person!” He defends, making sure not to jostle you.

“James Barnes if anything happens to my best friend.” Wanda warns while glaring at Bucky.

“Nothing happened to her! Also how the hell did the two of you get inside?” Bucky questions.

Wanda points at the masterkey she had made, “I’m the mastermind here.” She declares.

Steve coughs.

“We’re the masterminds here.” She corrects, Bucky snorts.

You whine curling closer to your man. Bucky runs his palm over your head to coax you back to sleep, “Wan, shush, I’m cuddling Bucky.”

It makes the three of them laugh. You huff, opening your eyes, the two of them stand at the foot of the bed smiling at the pair of you. Your cheeks heat, hiding your face against Bucky’s chest. He pulls you closer, “I love this,” he whispers.

“Same.” Wanda claps happily.

“I don’t think that was for you to hear, Wan.” Steve laughs when she shoots him a glare.

You look up at Bucky, smiling at him, impossibly happy and warm. You reach for him, wanting to give him a kiss. He beams, closing the distance, happy to give you whatever you ask of him.

When the two of you pull away, giddy grins grace your happy faces.

“Now, can we catch up?” Wanda demands the two of you.

Bucky shakes his head amused, you tuck the strands of his hair that fall forward.

Steve exchanges a happy glance with Wanda. Finally his best friend had found his sunshine.

The four of you make it to the living room only after Bucky has the fireplace running, plus he’s burrowed you in a plethora of blankets. As well as a mug of hot chocolate in your hands and of course he somehow has you snuggled with him. Then turn by turn you both begin to recount everything.

Wanda and Steve blink at the two several times before they both launch into yelling at the two of you.

“I was right!”

“I told you Bucky could never say that!”

“I knew Y/N would never ever talk about someone that way!”

“And you!” The pair say in unison to each other, then launch into a seemingly old argument, over the two of you being stupid and stubborn and idiots in love.

“Should we stop them?” Bucky whispers to you.

“I think we let it play out, you know catharsis?” You take a sip of your beverage. Bucky wipes the whipped cream from your top lip, bringing it to his own lips. He hums, you narrow your eyes at him, “Tease.”

“Just warming you up.” He drawls, licking his lips.

“Oh you both are worse than us.” Steve points a finger.

Bucky scoffs, “You both had sex because we got together.”

“Uh uh, we had sex cause our plan worked.” Wanda waves her hand dismissively.

“And what was the goal of the plan?” You would move but Bucky has you cocooned.

It’s silent for a beat.

“Moot point?” Steve offers a white flag.

“Moot point.” Bucky agrees in acceptance.

“So how are we taking revenge?” Wanda produces a new notebook, Steve stares at her in disbelief.

“I have information however we have to wait for a few things, also this stays between the four of us.” Bucky tilts his head till there is a satisfying crack sound, then sighs at the release of tension.

“Well, go on.” Wanda urges excitedly.

“Wan,” Steve shakes his head grabbing the notebook away, she pouts, he gives her a stern look.

“Fine, you don’t let me have any fun.” She grumbles, crossing her arms.

“I let you have plenty of fun.” He shakes his head, then looks back at Bucky, “Go on.”

“Alright,” Bucky clears his throat, he meets your gaze, “So we know how Brock and Sharon are married correct?”

“Yes…” Steve, Wanda and you answer.

“Alright Steve your uncle, Sharon’s dad is basically a very rich man?” He raises a brow, his best friend nods in response.

“Brock’s company, which is in joint with Beck, although Brock thinks we’re only looking to acquire Beck’ sole company. But mainly the joint one is on our radar to be acquired by a third party, they want to take over, retain the lower level jobs but get Brock and Beck out. On further digging it turns out it’s bleeding money but they are hiding it by showing profit in the books. We got our hands on their balance sheets from previous filings and audit reports, and there is a major unsecured loan on Brock's side. Which has come from,”

“Sharon’s dad?” You offer making Bucky nod.

“Now I don’t understand why he would loan such a huge amount to Brock. From what I recall Steve, you said, and I quote, ‘My uncle thinks Brock is with Sharon for the money and Sharon is with Brock for his money.’” Bucky shrugs.

“Wait a second, Sharon told me there was a prenup signed.” Wanda pipes up.

Steve gives her a confused look, “I don’t know about this?”

“Sharon spilled the details once when she enjoyed the wine at mum’s place but not enough details to know about the prenup.” She adds.

“So why don’t you guys ask Brock under the pretence of a guy’s night. Steve can say that his dad is insisting Wanda signs a prenup but get him sort of drunk I suppose?” You bite the inside of your cheek, contemplating if you should have stayed quiet.

“That is actually a pretty smart plan.” Steve nods, then looks up at Bucky, “Would this help?”

“If we know where the loan has come from–,”

“We can get the prenup to come into play.” Wanda cuts Bucky off.

“Wan…” You shake your head, breaking up a couple that didn't sit right with you.

“Y/N, come on, they kept you and Bucky apart for god knows what reason?” She seethes, “It isn’t fair that you both had to suffer and lose out time.”

“Wan,” Steve reaches for her hand, “I know, but maybe,”

“No shit we lost time, but if Brock and Sharon were the catalyst we had our own roles in it as well.” Bucky adds, “Yes I want them to pay but ruining a relationship, hard no.”

“I’m not saying ruin it, just jostle it a little, be chaotic, have fun, live a little.” Wanda’s eyes sparkle with mischief. You’re familiar with it, hell you’ve been part of her elaborate pranks on the mean girls who stayed on the upper floor of the dorms and reigned hell.

“I mean they flirt left, right and centre with other people…” Steve purses his lip, “So is the marriage really…”

“Steve Grant Rogers, are you suggesting that it is a mutually benefitting marriage? A sham marriage? A founded on a lie to your very religious and tradition believing Uncle and Aunt marriage?” Wanda’s eyes are wide but there is a grin on her face.

“Wanda I don’t think that is a matter of smiling…” You trail off, she shushes you and looks at Bucky, “If they get busted, does it help with your deal?”

“If I reduce the value it's a better negotiation for the buyer because the two can’t drive up the prices, we still get a commission and I think we get a bonus depending on the contract signed.” The wheel’s in Bucky’s mind turn and churn, “However, if the value reduces drastically they may fire employees who are innocent.”

“What is your timeline?” Wanda reaches for the notebook Steve had tucked between his thigh and the armrest, he rolls his eyes as she begins to jot things down.

Bucky goes on to explain how the possible acquisition will take place around the time of Wanda and Steve’s wedding. Insider information stating that Beck is eager to sell off the company to retain some of his money.

Wanda jots down the points, you look at Steve, he sighs.

“Okay so we have only tomorrow night to get any information before we leave the day after.” She decides.

“Wan…” You shrug the blankets away, Bucky makes a sound of protest, “Bucky it’s getting too warm.”

“Okay, okay,” He helps take it away.

You look up at him, Bucky gives you a soft smile but a raised brow as well. Patting his thigh he chuckles, setting you between his limbs and your back against his chest, arms circled around your body keeping you close.

“Much better warmth.” You grin happily.

Steve can’t help the smile that takes over his face, he can’t even help himself when he picks up his phone to take a picture of this moment. He would remind Bucky, of the one night they were talking about deep things. Their friendship turned into a lifelong bond.

‘You know what I want, Steve?’ Bucky passed the pint of ice cream to his best friend.

‘What?’ Steve takes it, twirling his spoon around to gather the best bits of the toppings.

‘I want a girl to call mine, you know? Want her in my arms all the time,’ Bucky shoved Steve when the latter snickered.

‘I’m sorry but, all the time?’ The blond shook his head in disbelief, ‘I mean we’re going into college and well, I don’t know if something so permanent will find its way to me atleast.’ Steve gave the pint back.

‘Mark my words, you’re going to find someone you’re head over heels for, and you will pull me into some elaborate scheme to help you woo this girl of yours, Stevie.’ Bucky pointed his spoon at him, then stared down at the pint of ice cream, ‘You ate all the toppings.’

Steve’s on his feet before Bucky can throw the spoon on his head. Bucky still chucked the spoon at him. It fell off his back and onto the floor.

Bucky lay back on the carpet, heart thudding at the thought of college, the scholarship and him needing to find a flexible job to help.

Steve returned with a fresh pint of ice cream, ‘Listen, I’m pretty sure your girl who will be in your arms always, will support the schemes I rope you into.’

Bucky takes the ice cream, ‘You better not get us into any big messes, punk.’

‘Why would I, jerk?’

‘Because you will, you have all the stupid with you.’

‘Trust me, and I say this with love, you’re taking all the stupid with you to the library tomorrow.’

Steve returns to the present feeling Wanda rests her head on his shoulder. He kisses the top of her head. He was glad Bucky’s words came true.

“I’m so happy for them.” Wanda whispers, looking up at her man.

His blue eyes meet hers, a grin on his face too, “I am too.”

They both gaze back at Bucky and you, he’s whispering something to you as you trace the calluses on his palm. Soft laughter as you both snuggle impossibly closer.

Bucky nudges your cheek with his nose, then he makes a face at something you say to him.

“What? That book was funny to read to you.” You recall the moment.

“I know, I couldn’t get the thought of you doing that out of my mind.” He admits, thumbs tracing the skin of your abdomen, “I brought your book, you left it in my car, I was meaning to give it to you, oh and even the bear you won at the Khan’s.”

“You kept it?” You wonder why it surprises you, “I thought you would have given it away.”

“Sunshine, I want to keep reminders of you wherever I go, wherever I am.” Bucky slowly shifts you aside, he only answers your questioning gaze with a kiss to your nose. He returns from your shared room holding the said bear.

“I fought off Alpine for it.” He shows you the now faded scar from his cat.

“My brave knight.” You kiss his cheek when he settles in behind you.

The bear stays in your arms, you play with its ears as the conversation flows between the four of you. No more awkward stretches of silence only filled by Steve and Wanda. No more cold shoulders given to each other.

Wanda and you fall asleep halfway through the random movie Steve selected. The two men chuckle as they adore your sleeping forms.

Bucky tucks the stray strands of your hair behind your ear. You’re laying on his chest, a smile graces your features and he promises himself he would do everything in his power to not let that smile fade. An hour later Bucky carries you to bed and then helps Steve turn the couch into the pull out bed before returning to you.

The morning light wakes you up from one of the most peaceful sleeps you’ve gotten. The sun rays have Bucky glow in the morning light. You trace your thumb over the freckles on his cheek. He stirs in the slightest but his breathing evens out. Bucky nuzzles closer to your palm.

His hair falls forward on his forehead, the sunlight highlights the light brown in his hair. You think back to the feelings that you had developed in college. Wondering how it would be waking up next to Bucky, having him close. Loving him in every way you could show him.

“It’s rude to stare.” He mumbles, the crinkles by his eyes give away the blooming grin that takes over him.

“I’m admiring.” You counter, kissing the corners of his eyes, making your way to his lips.

Bucky hums happily, hands roaming over you, then cupping your face. When you pull away from the kiss his cheeks tinge pink at your adoring gaze.

“What?” He wonders, your thumb traces over his chin and then his cheek, your loving gaze doesn’t waiver.

“Just, thinking about college me.” You smile, “She used to wonder what it would feel like, waking up next to you.”

“So she thought about sleeping with me?” Bucky raises a brow, you roll your eyes and then grab onto him as he shifts you above him, “Does it live up to her expectation? Because college Bucky would be fucking ecstatic he got his dream girl.”

You laugh, cheeks heating, “Pretty sure she’s squealing into her pillow.”

Bucky sits up and you continue to straddle him, “I want you to bake the brownies.”

“Bucky–,” Your palms rest on his chest, your path towards his tattoos interrupted by his request.

“Please? I want us to rewrite that moment.” Blue eyes sincere, look between yours. He worries his bottom lip waiting for your answer.

“Alright. I’ll bake them.” You smile, his hand trails from your lower back to the back of your neck pulling your lips to his yet again.

Sharon stumbles to the booth of the small club, clearly she had enjoyed pre-gaming while getting dressed.

“I’m still sceptical about you as maid of honour. No strippers? Booooooooo.” She pokes your cheek.

“Well none would match up to Steve’s body for Wanda.” You shift away taking a sip of your own drink.

“True, he’s got a banging body. You know who else does?” Sharon bites her bottom lip, failing to hide her lust.

“Brock?” Wanda offers and Sharon looks like she was just given pickle juice with the way her nose scrunches in disgust.

“Please, I’m talking about Loki.” She sighs dreamily.

“When did you see his body?” Wanda adds laughter, she widens her eyes at you.

You school your features to one of surprise.

“I approached him right before the storm, he warmed me up, you could say.” She giggles, twirling her blond hair as a group of guys walk by the table.

“Are you not happy with Brock?” Wanda enquires then takes a sip of her drink.

Sharon blows a raspberry but doesn’t give a verbal answer.

“How are things with Bucky?” She turns to you.

“They are well, we got over the fight. He’s stressed about work.” You shrug, she nods.

“Yeah Brock has been moaning about the buyout, like shut up and swipe your card. You understand right, Wan?” Sharon reaches for the red head’s hand.

“Um, yes but we might be getting a prenup.” Wanda pats Sharon’s hand.

“You too?” She sighs sadly and then pouts.

“What do you mean by that?” Wanda hopes for a breakthrough.

“Let's dance!” Sharon pulls Wanda and in turn you get pulled to the floor.

Wanda motions for you to text Bucky about the hitch, you hoped they could have better luck with Brock.

Bucky stares at the message then back at Brock who was on the table dancing to the random song that was playing.

Steve sighs from next to him both of them stare at Brock as he jumps to the floor then climbs the bar table and continues dancing.

“Live a little!” Brock cheers and hollers at the equally drunk woman clambering up with his help to dance with him.

The song changes and Bucky can’t help but smile. It was the song where he had taken a leap of faith and danced with you.

“Man, Sharon had promised me head if I poured my beer on Y/N and you.” Brock cackles and Bucky is pulled out of the memory.

“What?” He calls out, Steve holds him back by his arm.

“Yeah she totally was pissed you blew her off for her. Not you sweetie, I got my eyes on you.” Brock pulls the woman closer, their dance turns obscene.

Bucky stares at Steve, “I will punch him.”

“You will not punch him.”

“Give me one good reason not to punch him.”

“Y/N isn’t here to tend to your wounds.” Steve offers.

“Bold of you to assume I’d get hurt in the process, this fucker I’m going to—,” Bucky takes a steadying breath at the thought of you.

“I’m going to the table after I return from outside, you separate the leech from the poor woman.” Bucky presses a finger to Steve’s chest, then heads out.

The line rings and he hopes you pick up the cold air helps get his anger into a simmer and your voice saying hello calms it further.

“Puffin?” You wait for him to speak, hearing him breathe steadily.

“I need you to give me a reason not to punch Brock.” He requests.

“As long as you give me a reason not to punch his wife.” You chuckle, Bucky feels his heart warm.

“He was the one who poured the beer on us on her request.” He hears your sharp intake of breath.

“The fuck? Why? What the hell?” Your mind reels for any kind of inclination as to why would that happen, “Wait was it all because you didn’t go out with her?”

“I’m thinking yes, that is exactly what happened.” Bucky taps the wooden barricade.

“It just got a lot more personal didn’t it?” You bite the inside of your cheek, your earlier hesitation to take them down turning into nothing.

What kind of people would do that to someone? Knowing full well how you felt about Bucky.

“It did, Sunshine.” He affirms.

“I’ll get the prenup information for you.” You promise him.

“No punches.” He reminds both of you.

“No punches.” You agree, “I love you.”

“I love you, I’m sorry I was stupid enough to believe these idiots over you.” Bucky sighs, shoulders slumped.

He hears as you take a deep breath, “The both of us were stupid enough to believe the lies that these two said to us. Maybe, it was meant to be this way, us finding each other amidst this entire chaos of pretending.”

“Because we know the way out, together.” Bucky adds with a smile on his face.

“Exactly, my Puffin.” You smile as well, “Now we get to work.”

“We get to work.”

Steve’s head is between his hands when Bucky returns, Brock is drinking right from a bottle of whiskey, “Come on Rogers, lighten up you’re getting married!”

Steve looks at Brock and gives him a short lived smile. Then looks towards Bucky with a help me face.

“He would be happy if she wasn’t so controlling all the time.” Bucky slides into the booth with a wink towards Steve.

“Ugh, tell me about it! it's like they plan the littlest of things and if you don’t behave a certain way they’ll chew your head off complaining.” Brock rolls his eyes and points the bottle at Bucky, “You’re lucky you can break your engagement still.”

“I don’t think that is going to happen.” Bucky narrows his eyes at the drunk man.

“What things does your wife control? I mean I know Wan’s meticulousness is persistent but is it that bad?” Steve feigns worry and it seems to do the trick with Brock as he sets down his bottle.

“It's not even a recent thing, it started way back at college when we were hooking up. If she wanted a guy’s attention she’d plan for me to come in and make the dude a jealous fuck. It even occurred with Barnes but she was so pissed he wasn’t interested in her at all then the way you blew her off over the date, sheesh I didn’t hear the end of it while I went down on her during our hook up like? I know my skills with my tongue yet all she does is moan and complain, not even the hot kind of moans.” Brock stares at the bottle yet again.

Bucky signals the server for another, Steve shares a disturbed glance with him.

“What were these other plans then?” Bucky redirects as the new bottle comes in, Brock lights up at the new bottle.

Steve raises a brow in concern, Bucky brushes him off with a wave of his hand.

“She planned this whole thing when the beer spilling didn’t work, at your party. I had to say things to Barnes and she had to say things to Y/N, to break them up. She was elated when it worked.” Brock chugs more of the bottle.

“Then she got all pissy over the engagement and kept saying it's fake, it's fake. Like bitch please shut up let it go the guy isn’t interested in you.” Brock groans, donning a mocking mimic of Sharon, “It’s gotta be fake Brock, they hate each other. I made sure she couldn’t get him if I couldn’t. She deserved a disloyal guy like Beck, she stole Bucky from me.”

“Sharon knew Beck was a cheater?” Bucky keeps his expression neutral, heaven forbid he do anything to mess up this tell all Brock moment.

“Man she’s hooked up with him so many times, St. Tropez she was all over him.”

“Weren’t you together?” Steve interjects.

“We keep the cheating on the DL or together, if her dad even sniffs out infidelity that prenup will ruin me, because little miss Sharon would never be the kind to chase another dick.” Brock rolls his eyes, “I’ve kept tabs.”

“So what, you're just together for the money?” Steve says hoping the surprise in his tone isn’t evident.

“My money is stuck with Beck, the loan was collateral to him gambling things away to high stakes people.” Brock sighs dejectedly.

“Oh.” Bucky frowns, mind running a mile a minute to bring forth everything he knew about the deal.

“Cutting costs and I’ve been wanting to push for the sale but Beck isn’t agreeing.” Brock takes another large gulp, he seems displeased.

Then Brock grins, “I shouldn’t be telling you any of this Barnes, you won’t betray me will you?”

Bucky smiles at him, “Oh don’t worry, I’m too drunk to remember anything.” He takes a sip of his own drink.

“Yep, so drunk Brocky.” Steve adds for good measure.

The man eyes the two best friends, gauging their levels of inebriation. Both of them grin and laugh to play along. Brock breaks out into a grin as Bucky and Steve exchange a glance and a sigh of relief.

“Why don’t we take pictures?” You cheerily suggest as you head back to the booth where Wanda and Sharon are taking shots. The latter made a dent into the former’s line of shots as well.

“Oh my gosh! Yes! Wan gimme your phone!!! Y/N get into the frame!” Sharon cheers, grabbing Wanda’s phone.

An idea pops up in your mind.

You: Steve text Wan about looking through the prenup draft

Steve: ????

Sunshine: Bucky, can you text Wan from Steve’s phone about looking at the prenup draft?

Puffin: on it

Sharon begins taking pictures along with Wan and yourself, you wait for the moment and keep smiling through the Sharon focused pictures and then it happens.

Snoopy Sharon reads the text and turns wide eyed.

“You got a prenup too?” She gasps, her words still slurred

“Too? You have one as well?” Wanda gasps, you gasp too.

“Wait, you have a prenup too?” Sharon narrows her eyes, “Sweetheart, prenups are for rich people, so sweet you think Bucky’s rich. Oh, poor dreamy baby.” She reaches for your hand to offer comfort and coo.

“I’m gasping on behalf of Wan. Also prenups aren’t always about money.” You hide your intention to punch her behind your smile and pat Sharon’s hand. Your mind brings forth Bucky from this morning basking in sunlight looking every bit of an angel.

“Oh makes sense, well what's your prenup saying, know what it's all the same isn’t it?” She turns back to your best friend taking another shot. Wanda offers you an apologetic look.

“Anyways as I was saying do the prenup, but make sure you get dirt if he breaks any of the conditions. I have so much on Brock he will be drained dry for every penny. Also…” Sharon giggles, “I cut a deal with Beck, I’m going to divorce Brock and take all the money and invest it with Beck in a new venture.”

“Sharon, that is unethical and wrong!” Wanda shakes her head.

“Oh please nothing is in this marriage, it's out of convenience for both of us.” Shron taps Wanda’s nose with her index finger, “Oh sweetie, this love shit fades, dollar bills, they remain.”

Pursing her lips Wanda is about to say something but Sharon’s eyes widen and then she hunches over to the side and retches.

You cover your face as she further hurls the contents of her stomach out. Wanda scrunches her face while rubbing Sharon’s back.

After a hefty tip and multiple apologies the three of you return to Wanda’s cabin where Sharon falls asleep on the couch.

“What a disaster.” Wanda sighs as she slides a bottle of water towards you.

You shake your head, disappointed you couldn’t help your boyfriend? Fake fiancé? Man? Yes, your man. You giggle at the absurdity.

Wanda chimes in laughing as well, “What's so funny?”

“Just in my head I didn’t know what to call Bucky and then I settled in on, ‘my man’.” You laugh harder.

“He is your man.” Her arms envelope you in the tightest of hugs.

You hug her back, sighing with relief and with so much happiness, “Does it always feel this way? Finding smaller things to love about him every day?”

“Some days you will want to strangle each other and some days you will want him to strangle each other in a risqué way.” Wanda laughs and you lightly hit her arm, “It’s true.”

“I think we’ve done enough of the former strangling.” You tease as her eyes widen comically and she pesters you to dish details about the other kind of strangling.

“Tell me again why are we not taking him back to his cabin?” Bucky huffs carrying Brock across the threshold of the hotel to wait for the cars.

“Because,” Steve takes a deep breath, “On three.”

They set him down onto the sofa, Brock grumbles then turns to his side snoring loudly. Bucky glares at Steve.

“I didn’t make him drink.” The blond defends.

“Oh and I made him drink?” The brunette counters.

“Why are you both arguing?” You ask as you hold the to go cups of hot chocolate.

“Sunshine?” Bucky whirls around a smile spreading across his face and then his expression turns stern, “Why are you out in the cold?”

“We wanted hot chocolate and there was limited staff so I asked if the driver could pick me up and well…” You raise your full hands, “I’m wearing a sweater and thermal wear and this coat.” You assure Bucky when his worry does not relent.

He stalks over to you, grabbing your chin and tilting your head to look up at him. Blue fills your vision, as his eyes connect with your own. His thumb traces over your lips. His own press into a thin line as he considers his next move, you watch his tongue dart out and lick his bottom lip. Then you feel his lips and your hands are now grasping the lapels of his coat as he deepens the kiss.

Bucky hums appreciatively as you draw him closer, almost wanting to chuckle at how you've forgotten all about the hot chocolate which he holds now in his right hand. When his tongue meets yours, you moan the sound ignites every fibre of his being.

Bucky pulls away, his left arm encircling around your waist. His lips brush along your earlobe, “If you keep making sounds like that Sunshine, I’m going to have to fuck you right here in this lobby.” His voice is low, inviting, and you almost want to tempt fate.

“Bucky,” You mean for yourself to sound stern and chastise him but all your voice conveys is how much more you want him.

Bucky kisses your jaw softly and then your neck, then kisses the love bite and he nips at the flesh at the base of your neck.

Your hand finds his hair tugging on it wanting his lips back on yours, and then someone clears their throat.

Bucky and you both glance to the side, Steve points to the car waiting out front. Your man huffs annoyed and then hands the hot chocolates back to you.

“When did—, how?” You look up at him not recalling when it was taken from your grasp. Bucky winks at you heading over to help Steve with Brock.

Heading back inside Steve and Wanda’s cabin, the boys drop Brock right next to Sharon on the couch and they instantly cuddle up.

“For people who want to drain the other dry they sure do cuddle like a married couple.” Wanda whispers as the four of you watch them from the kitchen.

“And we thought we were in a fake relationship.” Bucky brushes your shoulder with his, grinning at you.

“You think we should tell them that the other confessed about wanting to end the marriage and do the prenup thing?” You stare at the two lying, cheating scumbags.

“Maybe we should, maybe add our own spice to it.” Steve nods in agreement.

Wanda and Bucky share a look of concern.

“Nah, maybe not.” You dismiss the thought.

“I agree, let karma do its work.” Steve agrees and then looks at Wanda.

“You wanna tell them don’t you?” Bucky whispers, you nod, “Give me till the flight time to set the business end in order and then we can pick them off and pull their move on them.” He didn’t want to resort to it, but the two left no choice.

“Did you know your best friend and my best friend almost engaged in public sex?” Steve speaks as if he has the latest scoop.

Wanda gasps, “When?”

“Almost being the key word.” You defend, Bucky kisses your shoulder, pulling you to him.

“A very insignificant key word.” He assures with a teasing grin.

Wanda looks up at Steve, “They might take our spot.”

“We can’t have that now can we?” Steve nudges her nose with his, grinning as his fiancé giggles.

You look up at Bucky, he smiles down at you, arms encircling your waist, your hands placed upon his and fingers intertwined. He raises a brow sensing you want to say something.

You just smile at him, squeezing both his hands three times.

A.N.: i know it has been a while but i hope you enjoy this update, i am very nervous to post since it has been this long but I hope i get back to my regular posting schedule, thank you for reading and being kind and showing your love and for sticking around 💜

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nightswithkookmin · 2 years

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yesterday I was just in town at my hair dresser but there was a song that was on the radio it's a korean song.But what caught my attention was my salonist talking about kpop songs/kdramas and kpop artists etc..But the client that she was discussing this with mentioned jimin "Jimin from that big kpop boy band" those were her words.She said she isnt a fan of kpop. i was really curious and i joined in their conversation by showing them the bts group photo and without hesitation she pointed at Jimin.But she was mixing up the names of members 😭like she just knows jimin.And it's an ongoing thing in the fandom that people always joke with locals only know jimin like jimin is like the face of kpop.all locals know jimin and its not a joke btw his name always pops out in random places...So I was asking why do locals only know jimin the other members are popular too so I don't understand why just him?.Why is he the only one who is popular among locals

That's a difficult one to answer but look at him👀

He's so cute you want to slip him in your bra and run away with him 😫

It's becoming a cliche to point to his talent, hardwork and charisma as that quality that draws people to him- when truth is there are so many talented hardworking people out there we care nothing about even if we came across them. This is because they lack something that JM has in abundance.

Mystery.

Mystery is one of the most attractive traits a person could have. Some do well to cultivate it through their actions, fashion choice, personality or even sexuality. But for JM it comes so natural to him because it is how he has been made by God herself.

Truth is Jimin is outstanding to most because he is effortlessy and divinely mysterious. It's easy to look at someone like Jungkook and say he is an attractive young man. Taehyung is beautiful. Jin is a boy over flower type of guy but Jimin is hard to place in a box because he doesn't fit into any gender stereotype. He is quite androgynous and androgyny is a mystery to most.

As Virginia Wolf says, in each of us two powers preside, one male, one female. The androgynous mind is resonant and porous; naturally creative, incandescent and undivided.

And as another poet writes, a great mind must be one that is androgynous. To embody both masculine and feminine divinaties.

Throughout history artists and philosophers have been obsessed with androgyny and in one way or the other deemed androgyny as higher a form of being and beauty. Androgyny never goes out of vogue.

Jimin is such an experience.

For a lot of people when they come across him, they are experiencing the the charms of the Illucebra Arcanus for the very first time.

His beauty and androgynous looks invites you to dig deeper into him. To unravel his mysteries. You become curious about him, fascinated with him and very soon captivated. And when you are captivated that's when he puts you under his spell.

Androgynous people are bound to stand out wherever they find themselves, leave an impression, make you intrigued by them and ultimately bind you under a spell. It's true of Jimin, Harry Styles, Michael Jackson, Prince and the others like them.

When you look at Jimin you say wow to yourself a lot.

My guy is just pure art.

He is a trendsetter

His style is also a contributing factor to his popularity. He is one of the biggest fashion and lifestyle influencers in Kpop. He cares about his looks and what he wears and everything he puts on is interesting. We all want to be Jimin.

Even Doja Cat used his hairstyle as inspiration for her music video get into it

He has an interesting choice in clothes, jewelry, and make up that for someone looking to glam up or step out of their comfort zone or be interesting, it's easy to look to him for inspo.

He is a muse

There has been so many books, songs and movies authored by famous and talented artists all over based on the personality of JM from his looks right down to his features.

Even our own V uses him as muse for writing his songs. He is welcome.

His looks aside, his personality and masculinity is consumable.

This is the Era of the Soft boy. While I won't clasify JM'S physique as soft, his brand of masculinity is so easy to digest. I think I've mentioned this before... yea I have. He has a great personality, he is kind and warm and open. People are attracted to such traits also.

He is right there with the likes of Timote chalamet and the ROCK. We are tired of the aggressive violent markers of gender associated with traditional expressions of masculinity. They are shoved in the trash where they belong.

Due to this, Jimin is also especially popular among the younger fans. I've seen kids mistake him for a girl and try to play princess with him😩

There is a viral video going around of a kid crying because she wanted her Jimin plushie not chim🤣

He steals the show

He stands out in almost every single BTS music video because he is a wonderful performer hands down. 🤧

He is a born star. And that's an understatement.

Regardless of the screen time he gets, he outshines every body easily.

Sorry to the others but facts are facts.

His discipline, talent, exquisite brilliance and marvelous interpretation of concepts through channeling every thing that makes him unique makes him such a rare artist to glance over. And he does all these consciously through deliberate choices in movement, landing, sensual expressions, camera interaction, shock value and serves brilliance yo the audience.

When you are looking at him you are not just looking at a person you are looking at passion personified, drive and ambition anthropomorphized. He means business. His intention is to Wow you and he ends up succeeding.

He adds spice to every single song and performance and takes everything up a notch. He is beautiful to look at, his voice taste like honey and his musical technique is just wonderful.

He is cool

This ties back into the first two points I raised on his looks, his style and his artistry.

He has the swag. He got the jams.

Just stunning.

All in all he is a spectacle to behold.

But damn, I have no idea why he is so popular among locals 🥲

Must be the big dick energy.

GOLDY

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glowingbadger · 2 years

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OG Arranged Marriage/First Time Anon 💍 back with another wild concept for you that I had a dream about: kind of star crossed lovers style ?! In said dream I was head of the Mondstadt treasure hoarders and in love with Diluc but also childhood friends bc of course??? we were. The whole tension between criminal treasure hoarder/vigilante Diluc trying to bring me down was just *chef’s kiss*, especially since neither of us seemed to realise who the other one was during the day. Peak romance.

Anyway, I don’t remember if I officially requested anything last time with the Sylvain first times prompt or just thirsted over it but since your asks are open if you feel like having some fun with this and writing ?! something ?! about treasure hoarder reader and Diluc that would be great haha. Not even necessarily this? Maybe something like where they first meet by reader trying to swipe his father’s old delusion to fence the mora? I don’t know! Anything is good with me, you always feed us so good with your writings. Anyway 💍 signing off?

idk where y'all are getting these sexy dreams- mine are mostly just stressful lmao.

But man I have no idea why this was so damn hard to write ugh I felt like I was scraping away at a block of ice with my fingernails every step of the way- and it's not the prompt's fault, it's a lovely concept, but actually writing has been really difficult for me lately. So I guess what I'm saying is, sorry for how long things take these days .-. And also sorry in advance if it sucks lmao I have currently lost the ability to view my own writing in a productive fashion.

Also- pretty sure as of now, I've exclusively written Diluc fucking in antagonistic situations lmao what is it about this guy

Diluc (Genshin) x AFAB Reader

(Treasure Hoarder! Reader)

NSFW 18+ v

There was a split moment- a brief, foolish and hopeful moment- when you thought you'd escaped. That moment ended with a strong hand gripped around your wrist, tugging you away from the second floor balcony adjoined to Diluc Ragnvindr's private quarters. The bottoms of the polished black pumps of the maid uniform you'd pilfered slide uselessly across the floor, gaining you no purchase. Cover blown and captured by your mark, your thoughts race, but trip over themselves. Perhaps you'd been overly confident. Perhaps you'd put too much faith in faulty intel. Perhaps a lot of things- now isn't the time to think.

You try pitching your head back to bash him with your skull, but Diluc turns his face away and spins you to the side and towards the double doors to his room. You're dizzy for a moment, but you resist the impulse to flail wildly. You keep your footing, you keep your center, and though he's more than strong enough to drag you inside and away from curious eyes, you keep your wits.

"Disguising yourself as a maid? That's the best you could come up with? You're getting careless," Diluc's breath is hot at the shell of your ear.

You thrust the elbow of your free arm towards his gut, but he blocks the blow in his palm, then spins you to face him. You clear your throat and blow a stray piece of your hair from your face.

"Didn't think you'd bother to recognize a lowly criminal like me-"

The heel of your palm lunges up at his chin, yet once again, he catches your wrist, and now you're rapidly running out of usable limbs. Diluc steps forward, and you try to step back in turn, until you feel the edge of his bed hit the back of your knees. He draws close, and in that low, steady voice, he says,

"I'm insulted that you think I would forget a face so easily."

You don't think that of him- not really. Not since your occasional run-ins had turned from merely tense to deeply pleasurable. His iron grip around your wrists reminds you of your last encounter; how he'd pinned you to the back wall of Angel's Share, how you'd felt his pulse pounding at every point where your bodies met. These days, your encounters had as much chance of ending with your bodies tangled together as with crossed swords. The latter doesn't seem wise today, given your position- but the former is feeling more and more enticing.

You let your body go nearly limp, falling back onto Diluc's bed suddenly enough to throw him off balance, his hold on you pulling him along as well. He utters a short grunt of surprise, forced to release your wrists to prop himself up. His scowl is as cutting as ever, but before he can speak, your now-free hands grab hold of the lapels of his coat and tug him down to you.

The kiss is heated from the start. He meets you with raw instinct, pleasurable muscle-memory learned from several prior trysts. Still, Diluc doesn't drop his guard, not completely- you can feel it in the tight and tensed muscles up his chest and along his shoulders as your hands wander. But before long, he's tilted his head to lean into you and push his tongue past your lips. Fiery red hair grazes your face gently, a sweet contrast to the forceful way he's kissing you against the sheets. You breathe in sharply as he nips your bottom lip, your body arching up against his. It's all you can do to sort your scrambled thoughts back into place enough to act.

Your hands run down his front, resentful of his usual layers of clothing. Meanwhile, one of his hands hooks at your knee, urging your thighs around him, the frilled hem of the maid uniform sneaking higher and higher. So close- just push him a little further. Just a little distraction, something to pull his focus.

Just barely parting from him, you whisper,

"Do you want me, 'Master' Diluc?"

He's silent for a moment. His jaw tightens, and a strong hand squeezes at the swell of your hip.

"Things would be far simpler if I didn't."

Your fingertips trail delicately down his stomach to his belt, the mere contact teasing you both with thoughts of what's to follow. Diluc draws close, close enough that his lips just barely brush yours. Focus- steel yourself. Don't tense until you must, don't let him feel your thoughts.

Your hand bolts toward your upper thigh, but his is faster. The knife strapped to your leg slides out smoothly and without a sound. Diluc only holds it for you to see for a moment, gazing down at you with bitter defiance, before whipping it aside with enough force to send it clattering across the floor behind him. Then, he holds firm at your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye.

"Final chance to tell me about any other surprises you've got hidden in these clothes."

Well, it had been worth one final attempt. You offer him a coy grin, and simply say,

"Last one."

"Good," Diluc gets to his feet and begins removing his coat, "Shoes off- keep the rest on."

You scoff and roll your eyes.

"Yes, sir," you mutter, though you readily obey. Diluc discards his coat and outer layers, leaving himself in trousers and a handsomely unbuttoned dress shirt by the time you're reclined on the luxurious pillows at the head of the master bed. He rounds on you, every motion controlled and tight as he approaches you with fire in his eyes. Then, you notice the belt in his hand. Your pulse pounds with the thrill of anticipation. He crawls atop you on the bed and, without a word, grabs hold of your wrists and sets to binding them above your head. The fine leather holds tight against your skin, firm but not painful. You give it a quick tug, once he's fastened the buckle, and it holds.

"Sure, I'd love to get tied up, thanks for asking," you say with a wry grin.

"Is that a complaint?" scarlet eyes level on you, his gaze cutting deep even as his thumb gently brushes along your lower lip.

"Not... not really."

Diluc's hands begin to wander down your sides before you've even gotten the words out. The feeling of his bare touch is a rare treat, and you find yourself shifting eagerly beneath him as he caresses the swell of your breasts, the dip of your waist, down to where clingy stockings accent your thighs around him. He looks you up and down blatantly, eyes lingering in a few choice places until those large hands come to rest at your hips. With a forceful tug, he pulls you flush against him. You let out a harsh breath, but stifle your voice. You can feel his cock gradually stiffening against the layers of clothing between your bodies, feel the warmth and the friction of him pressed against your heat. With the subtlest shift of his hips, he grinds his growing manhood between your pussy lips, and you bite back a whimper.

"What did you come here for?" he demands, the threatening edge of his voice cut with low, heady desire.

"Well, I, uh..." you force your expression into a grin, "I figured I'd have a look around... peruse your stock and take whatever struck my fancy. I could use a new painting for the foyer, you see-"

"You were looking for something specific." he raises his voice, looming over you and yet never easing the aching pressure of your bodies against one another.

"I just..." you inhale slowly, willing yourself to think of anything but the hard length of his cock rutting against your cunt, "wanted to... find something as valuable as possible. Make the trip worthwhile."

Without a word, he brings a hand between your legs. Then, a jolt rushes up your spine as his thumb presses to your clit from above your panties and the flimsy maids' stockings. He rubs in slow, firm circles, teasing you quickly to the edge with no hope of relief in sight. Your lips part, you're panting softly despite yourself.

"Diluc..." you moan out his name, arching beneath him, perhaps hoping to entice him enough to do away with this torture.

"There were plenty of things you could have taken without risking entering my private quarters," his husky, lustful tone belies the cold logic of his words, "I will ask you once more- what were you searching for."

A heavy silence thickens the air between you. Your chest rises and falls, your body burns from the sweet temptation of his body on yours. Could you even tell him? It's only a theory, after all- that his father's delusion could still claim any kind of payout, hell, that Diluc had kept the accursed thing to begin with. All this aside, you realize with some surprise that you dread the sort of expression he may wear if reminded of such a dark chapter of his family's history. It's one thing to frustrate him, needle him a bit. It's another entirely to cut to the heart like that.

"Maybe..." your eyes flicker down his frame, "Maybe I came here for you. For... this."

Diluc's glare narrows, his jaw tight, but you feel his manhood throb hard between your thighs despite his visible annoyance. Maybe because of it.

"You're infuriating," he says at last, then takes you by the hips and firmly directs you over onto your stomach. With your arms bound, you can hardly resist, so you let him guide you into his preferred position. On instinct, you prop up your backside just a bit for him, biting your lip while your heart leaps with excitement. His hands are warm as they run slow but firm up your thighs, pushing up the hem of your skirt along the way. When he reaches the swell of your ass, he gropes you shamelessly, cupping both cheeks, clearly taking his time to enjoy the sight of your flesh over-filling his hands.

"Planning to spend all day admiring me?"

"Quiet."

You hear the abrupt tearing of fabric as in one motion, he rips the inner seam of your stockings open. The show of brute strength and his clear impatience for you cause you to let out an eager little whimper, which turns into a pleasured gasp when he presses his fingers firm against your heat. You know he can feel how you need him, how despite your attempts at composure, your arousal has soaked the frilly panties you'd chosen specifically for this possible encounter. Evidently satisfied, you hear the rustle of clothing behind you, then feel him tug your underthings aside and press the hot tip of his manhood between your lower lips.

You must have really pissed him off today. The only "foreplay" he'd granted you had been that erotic little interrogation- yet you can't find it in you to complain. You know you're more than wet enough to take him, coating him in your slick as he slowly but firmly forces the bulging head of his cock into you. A shiver works its way up your spine, and you gasp out his name. Diluc tries and fails to stifle a groan as, with slow but steady thrusts of his hips, he works the thick length deeper and deeper into you. Gods, he feels too good. You wonder if you'll ever be fully accustomed to his generous size. It stretches you, fills you, the pressure massaging every inch of him into the clinging inner walls of your pussy, and you very nearly see white.

Diluc shifts closer to you on the bed, fitting himself more firmly within you, a hand absently caressing the curve of your ass and hips while the other clutches the sheets beside you. He's doing his damnedest to keep composure, you can tell- but his breath his heavy at your back and his cock throbs and twitches with the need for relief. His hips buck steadily against you, driving his cock into your warm, tight pussy again and again. But you know fully well what Diluc is truly capable of.

"Hu- Harder-!" you gasp out in a near daze.

"I do not take orders... from petty thieves..!" Diluc snarls, but even amidst his bitter reply, he leans over you, his body warm at your back and his breath teasing through your hair as his pace quickens and he fucks you deeper and harder still. At last, you can feel him hit all the way at your core, the exquisite pain and pleasure as he buries his cock in your drooling cunt, the erotic sensation of your ass bouncing against him- it's overwhelming. Your eyes begin to roll back as you pant and gasp out his name. Then, suddenly, the sharp sting of his teeth at the back of your shoulder- and just like that, something inside of you crumbles.

Crying out his name once more, your hands brace against the bed's fine oaken headboard as your thighs tremble and you cum, hard around Diluc's cock. He slows just for a moment- just long enough for you to really feel him throb inside of you as you ride out your climax. When his fingers brush your hair to the side so he can kiss the back of your neck, you're surprised by the tenderness of the gesture. Your face burns, and you convince yourself it's from exertion.

Diluc's body is flush against yours now; he rests with his elbows on the bed on either side of you, his hard, muscled frame surrounding you and the full length of his member buried in your over-fucked and over-sensitive pussy. His hips move like powerful, rolling waves, grinding his thick cock into you. You can feel it flex and swell, feel his breath become short and uneven.

"Diluc... please..." you whimper softly, "Cu- cum for me... Master Diluc..."

He utters a groan- a low, strangled sound deep in his chest.

"Don't- I... I can't bear it when you..."

He lets the words hang in the air unresolved. Then, he rests his head at the crook of your neck, and with one last, pleading moan, he holds inside of you to the base and finally allows himself the bliss of release. Hot, thick cum spills into you, his cock twitching and stretching you around him with each pulse. His lips are soft and warm at your shoulder, his hands strong yet somehow gentle as they hold you in place to receive him. And only now, at long last, does Diluc finally whisper your name, low and tentative and tinged with something unfamiliar and lovely.

Panting and unsteady, he pulls his spent member from you, only sparing a brief moment to enjoy the sight of you positively dripping with him. Then, he seems to recall the belt he'd tied you with, and reaches up to undo the buckle. At first, he visibly tenses, perhaps wary of what you may do with full use of your limbs. But you merely turn onto your back to face him, your eyes curiously scanning his expression. He meets you like a stone wall, firm in his place and allowing nothing through.

"I could easily pay off your debts," he says at last. You laugh, turning your eyes from him to gaze absently at the other end of the room.

"Wow, you're every bit the romantic the ladies in town claim you to be."

"I mean it," he says firmly, "You don't have to sell yourself to Treasure Hoarder scum."

"And then what?" you meet his eyes once more, "Then my freedom belongs to you instead of them- but still not to me." He looks about to argue, but you add, "At least now I'm selling my services and my talents, not being purchased by some spoiled prince in a pretty castle."

Diluc lets out an aggravated sigh and runs his fingers through tussled red hair. Wordlessly, he gets to his feet to fix his trousers and gather his scattered clothing, all while resolutely refusing to meet your eyes.

"You could work for me, then," he says, then adds dryly "You've already got a uniform, after all."

You give another short laugh, then push yourself upright on the bed. Swinging your legs over the side, you say,

"Still the same end result- I owe you my livelihood and my freedom. No deal."

He tosses the armful of collected clothing onto the bed beside you, then levels that stern, fiery gaze on you, as though he could burn a hole through your conviction if he stares fiercely enough. Then, his hand cups your cheek, and he leans close to press his lips to yours. After all he's done to you today, this simple, chaste kiss causes your heart to leap into your throat. He lingers for a moment while your pulse pounds in your ears, only to finally part and leave you breathless and off-balance.

"You're infuriating," he says once again. Before you can think of a reply, his posture straightens and he regains his formal, business-like tone, "That's the door to the washroom- you have five minutes to clean up and get out of my manor. I won't harbor a criminal."

You get to your feet and brush out the wrinkles in your skirt, muttering,

"Oh, but you will fuck them senseless then let them go free."

"What was that?" Diluc turns to you with a warning glare.

"Nothing, nothing," you wave him away. Grabbing the black pumps from beside the bed, you head towards the washroom, calling over your shoulder on the way,

"I'm keeping the uniform, by the way. You seem to think it suits me, after all- right, Master Diluc?"

He gives no reply, but you're not bothered- his silence truly does speak volumes.

#totally forgot it was Diluc's birthday lol #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #genshin impact #not sfw #diluc genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #diluc x reader #genshin impact smut

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kuragekurry · 2 years

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hi! I was wondering if you have any tips on drawing clear's hair, I struggle with it a lot and you seem very used to drawing him hehe

I adore your art! It's so warm and comfortable ^^

Of course!! Clear definitely has very unique hair that is pretty difficult to grasp, I know I still don't fully understand it ;v; but I'll share what I understand of it from all my time drawing him! (and thank you so much for the compliments !!! aaaaa <3)

Let's start withe some references from original source materials! Usually the best way to get a good reference is to look at the concept art, in which case the bottom turnaround is supreme! However, I think looking at Clear's nendoroid is also really good for getting an idea of his hair as well! (it's my go-to if I'm drawing him straight on!) Same with most of the characters really; it's the hair simplified for toy production, so only the basics remain!

It's also good to keep in mind what it is you're drawing exactly; in Clear's case, his bangs are like a long middle piece between his eyes unevenly bifurcated at the end, and two angel wings on either side of the center piece, all down turned and sprouting from the center of his head. The rest of his hair (back hair as I'll refer to it!) cascades in layers from the same focal point in a progressively more ruffled look that reaches about halfway down his jaw (sometimes shown as chin length), with it curving a bit under his ears.

Another thing to note just to be extra thorough is Clear's bang-angel-wing-things wrap/bend around his head, which is why they partially cover his ears!

Knowing what exactly his hair is helps with understanding what aspects should be emphasized when drawing it!

If you're looking to replicate how it's drawn in official works, I recommend including bang-overhang that many anime-esc styles tend to include. This is usually where I start drawing my Clear hair, is this first sprout so I can make sure I'm giving it the proper volume! It also helps determine where I'll be placing his part!

Here's an image kind of going over all of my points, to help visualize them! (excuse my lousy penmanship hehe)

If you want to take your drawing to the next level, I recommend adding more lines to imply the layering of his hair !

Like so!

Since this is a sort of base way to do his hair, I also recommend going back in and adding more 'fluffiness', or tufts to get that genuine q-tip look!

I hope this helped in some way! I had been planning on doing a more in-depth explanation at some point, but I hope this suffices! Of course this isn't objective in any way, it's just how I came to understand his design and portray it!

Thank you so much for your ask!! \（＾:ワ＾）/

#dmmd #dramatical murder #dmmd clear #dmmdoodles #kurry talks dmmd #answered

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on-noon · 10 months

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hiii, for the magic system ask game:

Are there any recreational uses of magic? In games, hobbies, or otherwise? Or is it too important/difficult/dangerous for that?

Are there certain identifiers for magic users? Appearance or behaviour-linked?

What symbols are linked to magic? How is magic often depicted in illustrations? Are there different words for magic/types of magic?

for whatever WIP has the most interesting answer

- @vsnotresponding

hi v!

i'll answer for both Countdown to Magic & my main fantasy world, cause Countdown's got more interesting answers but i love the magic in both (i love making magic systems. that's why the main fantasy world has at least fourteen)

Are there any recreational uses of magic? In games, hobbies, or otherwise? Or is it too important/difficult/dangerous for that?

Countdown:

Only if someone hires a mage to do magic for a recreational use- but that's expensive, and I don't think covered by any standard spells that are sold, so it would have to cost more. Mages can't use magic for themselves, otherwise their are side effects, which can be really scary. So no, magic isn't used for recreation.

main fantasy world:

Of course! Basically everyone uses magic. Some of the little soorts I've invented that use magic include swordfighting, but if you make the sword hot enough you only need to hit them once to win! Or the huge basically capture the flag game that happens anually between teams of teenagers from different countries where all magics are allowed (the only limits are only taking stuff that can fit in a backpack (no dragon) and not killing). I wouldn't be surprised if there are people who use water magic for surfing.

Are there certain identifiers for magic users? Appearance or behaviour-linked?

Countdown to Magic:

Their Mage Society uniforms. But otherwise not really.

main fantasy world:

depends on the magic. Universal magics? Nope. National magics? They'll be something weird going on with the hair. Rando luck makes hair either glow or absorb extra light, makes the hair more curly or more straight depending on what the luck is. Rakan time travel gives you ghost hair. Bonding a dragon makes your hair metallic.

What symbols are linked to magic? How is magic often depicted in illustrations? Are there different words for magic/types of magic?

Countdown to Magic:

Well, runes are one of the most common ways of doing magic, so that's a bunch of symbols linked to magic (i should figure out what the runes look like). In illustrations, runes are illustrated by runes, chunky. Potions, when illustrated, often get the sort of style from old nature drawings.

main fantasy world:

No symbols are linked to magic. Magic in illustrations oftentimes shows up as threads of a color associated with the type of magic. (Although it depends on the art style, of course). There's not really unique words. Heat magic. Water magic. That sort of thing, you know?

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Flores Malorum {Giorno x Mateo}

cw: yandere and obsessive behavior, sex scenes, implied murder, implied miscarriage and r*pe allegation, giogio v screwy in the head

commissioned by @ladybugblues @neratics

Giorno wasn’t particularly a man of religion, but maybe there was something going on with the concept of ‘fate’. Two people coming together because of ‘God’s will’ bringing them close together, attracting each other thanks to the concept of ‘gravity’. Maybe Giorno should thank god, thank him for bringing him the most precious thing he could ever obtain – thank god for blessing him with a soulmate that came to him, now he knows to make sure to never let go.

It was a wonder how Giorno made it this far into his life. Listlessly walking around, not having a true purpose in life. It was fuzzy, but he could see that art was a part of it but never understood why. Sure, he enjoyed painting and learning those before him and it even helped him discover his minor in flower arrangement. He was always attracted to plant life and flowers in general, although it was difficult to pinpoint why. It just guided him gently towards him furthering his education:

Denyrae School of Art: “obsessio est passio quae agit in futurum”. Translated to: “obsession is the passion that drives the future”.

The school phrase is hammered into everyone’s brain from the moment they step on campus, it confused Giorno for the longest time. He was never truly ‘obsessed’ with his work, that sounded rather unhealthy in his opinion. Wouldn’t that drive you insane to think of your passion twenty-four seven? When he brought this up to his upperclassman and pseudo mentor, Bruno Buccellati, during one of their still life painting sessions: Bruno only smiled at him and laughed with exuberance as his brush left streaks of oil paint onto the canvas that slowly lost its pure white color to replicate the still life set up in front of Bruno.

“You’ll understand once you find what your ‘obsession’ is, Giovanna. Just relax a bit, it’ll come to you naturally. Fate has an interesting way of letting you know when the time comes around…When you want it so bad that you think of it all day, everyday…When you yearn for it and want it for yourself and yourself alone, then you’ll know.” All Giorno could do in the moment was crinkle his brows in confusion whilst his raven-haired mentor continued to replicate the set up with precision. Nevertheless, he decided to not worry about the concept for a while. He had prerequisite classes he needed to focus on after all: drawing, painting, arranging, and mindlessly gulping down latte after latte was only thing running through Giorno’s mind throughout the first half his freshman year. It wasn’t until his sophomore year that he started to find himself in the right path, and it began with his figure drawing class. The usual model of the class was switched with another nude model, nothing too serious. Giorno shuffled around his art box to find the tools he needed, not paying attention who was standing on the elevated platform whilst his professor gave directions on what pose to make to the model. When Giorno finally looked up, he was taken aback for a moment. Sure, he didn’t expect the usual model Melone to be there, but he didn’t expect a large and muscular man to be taking his place: such a rich golden tan with dark tattoos on his muscular arms that contrasted against his skin wonderfully, raven-black hair that fell past his shoulders and cascaded in the way he was lounging on the chair the professor set up for him, the red and green dyed stands of his bangs laying over some of his face. His eyes were like pools of wine, they sparkled with a carefree attitude as he laughed and made small talk with some of the people he knew in the class while class was getting into gear. Giorno shook his head, finding it laughable that he found himself ogling at some guy. What was he, fifteen? Giorno had work to do: taking out his vine charcoal and sketching the form of the man in front of him, completely in focus until he was snapped out of it.

“Hey! Giorno, right?”

Giorno looked up from the skeleton of his drawing to see this new model gazing down at him from the elevated platform as he lounged on the odd-looking chair. Confused for a moment, he couldn’t recall meeting this man anywhere or understand why he was trying to make small talk with him. The dark-haired man had such a warm smile, that Giorno couldn’t deny, sent a small flutter to the blonde’s chest.

“En La Musica Café, vanilla latte with double espresso shots? You get the same thing every time you come in, it’s not that hard to remember you…I’m usually the one who takes your order, Mateo.”

Oh lord, this was rather embarrassing…He was brought into such a state of delirium and caffeine dependency, Giorno didn’t even register the faces he was looking at whilst searching for caffeine? A light pink dusted his ears, flustered slightly as he cleared his voice awkwardly.

“Y-Yes, that would be me.”

“I’ve always wanted to come up and talk to you, but your nose is usually buried in that sketchbook of yours, but it’s understandable…The prereq classes here are insane. So glad I never have to do that again…You’re a sophomore?” Giorno nodded, beginning to multitask with his hand sketching out the rest of Mateo’s body, “I’m a senior, I’m hoping to graduate by the end of the semester if everything goes my way…But y’know, things happen.”

Mateo’s extroverted and bright personality is certainly a contrast to Giorno’s antisocial and demure one, in fact he did most of the talking whilst Giorno drew which would end up getting a playful ‘shut up’ from one of the other students he was friendly with. It took a bit to getting used to, since the blonde didn’t really have anyone come up to him at the levels Mateo was at – the most he got was women thinking he was cute and shyly flirting with him, but giorno always softly turned them down or put distance in between. Was it because Giorno spent too much time with his face buried in art history textbooks and fingers cramping from holding his art utensils that having someone like Mateo metaphorically come up to him and offer a sense of interaction made a small flutter in his chest? Usually Giorno avoided the super extroverted types, but this time…It was rather welcoming. As time flew, the sound of charcoal and erasers rubbing against paper and the chatter of the model at the center of the room with Giorno, the professor, and some of the other students with breaks in between made it seem like seconds. As the class transitioned into clean up time for the next class, Giorno neatly put his tools back in his violet art box. The muted sound of sandals sneaking up to his desk didn’t go unnoticed, green eyes looking up to see Mateo eyeing his piece and whistling as his burgundy eyes traveled on the ecru-colored page – widened with awe.

“Oh wow! You a drawing major? This is some insane detail.”

“No, I’m actually a painting major.”

“Shit, if this is what you can do with a pencil you gotta do some amazing things with a paintbrush!”

“O-Oh…Thank you.” The blonde rubbed the back of his neck out of bashfulness, his cheeks slightly reddening with flow of blood rising closer to his skin. His chest tightened, his heart flipped with pride – it was rather stranger…Considering that Giorno hadn’t gotten these feelings since he was in middle school, a simple compliment from Mateo made such a giddy reaction within him…Was unexpected but Giorno didn’t find it abhorrent. Mateo fished his phone out of his robe pocket, unlocking it and asking the blonde if he was allowed to take a picture of it to turn in as proof he modeled that day. After he snapped a picture of the charcoal drawing, Mateo tapped on the screen a couple of times before turning it towards Giorno. The LED screen displaying a blank contact information with the digital keyboard pulled up ready for someone to type in the empty spaces.

“Let’s get together sometime? Figured it would be better to ask earlier than later, since I’ll be seeing you around the shop.”

“Ah…Alright…” Giorno reached out to grasp onto the red case of the phone, momentarily making skin contact with Mateo’s fingers – it was like a shock of electricity running through his veins, flustering Giorno a little more as he quickly typed in his name and phone number before handing it back to the slightly taller man. Who gave him a smile filled with such an addicting warmth, excitedly telling Giorno that he’ll see him around later before turning away to go and change into his regular clothes.

One could call this planting the seeds of yearning.

Giorno felt more…Alert? Aware?...Alive? Ever since meeting Mateo, it was like the opaque veil of confusion was lifted from his eyes just ever so slightly and the path started to become a bit clearer. He was enjoying his days more, visiting the coffee shop to see Mateo with the sleeves of his cerise red shirt rolled past his elbows as he worked the espresso machine for different orders, to pass along to one of his co-workers. A smile appearing on his plump lips when he notices the blonde, greeting him and getting straight to his order. Mateo would go on break everyone in a while to sit over at Giorno’s table to chat, look at whatever he was sketching this time around, sometimes sneaking him an extra pastry before going back to work. Whenever Giorno didn’t visit En La Musica, Mateo invited him out for either drinks, going out to eat, or to some exhibit Mateo thought Giorno would like. The blonde hadn’t been taking advantage of his college opportunities to focus on studies, so being with Mateo was truly Giorno’s first experiences with hanging around friends and going out often. Something he used to watch the kids in high school do with their friends as he sat by himself, a small part of him yearning for company like that. It truly has lifted Giorno’s mood as of recently, it even reflected it in his works as he channeled more romantic than baroque in his style. Earning a cheeky smile from Bruno as he expressed a twinge of childish glee that Giorno was ‘starting to get the hang of it’. Whatever that meant.

Eventually, Giorno is welcomed into Mateo’s apartment. The two men were coming back from an outing and it had began to rain, Mateo offering to let Giorno stay the night since his place was the closest. The scent of spices and musk hitting his nose as the fusion of modern and rustic interior décor greeted him as the dark-haired man flipped the light switch up. The blonde was offered some spare clothes to sleep in whilst the ones he was wearing were put into the wash and allowed to use the shower – hot water running down his pale skin and soaking through his long blonde hair, Giorno reached for the shampoo bottle and took a small whiff…If Giorno had gotten closer to him…Is this what his hair would smell like? Musk and ocean with a hint of mint.

Pushing the thought to the side, Giorno squirted the shampoo in his hands and rubbed his through his hair to create a lather.

The Latin man was built much more broad and wider than Giorno, so his clothes on him draped lower than average. Carefully taking some of the collar of the t-shirt, pressing the fabric to his nose and slowly breathing in the fresh cotton scent of his laundry detergent mixing in with a hint Mateo’s natural scent from wearing it for a while. It created those butterflies lodged in Giorno’s chest, tight yet it radiated a warmth that he’d grown accustomed to. The two young men lounged around for a bit as the time dipped its toes into the night, watching whatever movie the subscription app had at the moment until it was eventually time for bed. Giorno was given a pillow and some blankets for his time on the plush brick red couch, being let off with a good night from Mateo as he shut the lights off and travelled into his own bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Giorno turned onto his side, getting settled into the couch and the pillow under his head. The familiar scent of Mateo engulfing his senses, a warmth that lulled Giorno into a sleep as he snuggled into the black blanket for the night. Oh, could he really be allowed to enjoy something like this? Mateo…Was just a friend…Should Giorno really be acting so giddy? It was unclear, but for the moment he decided to enjoy his drift to sleep. It was pretty good; however he was a rather light sleeper, so it was only natural he had to wake up eventually. The blonde man sat up from the couch, half asleep as his throat stung at him for a beverage. Standing up, Giorno sought out Mateo’s kitchen – gently flicking the lights on to find a glass. Once he had properly quenched his thirst, his attention was brought to a woman’s purse on the counter. It was odd, he didn’t recall it being there before when he walked in all those hours ago. Giorno’s brain slowly began to register the muted and repetitive creaking noises, all coming from Mateo’s bedroom. Naturally, it would be polite to not snoop around someone’s matters especially if you were in their home…But something in Giorno told him to check it out, just to settle this irking curiosity. The closer he got to the door to Mateo’s room, he could hear: panting, moaning, and gasps at a variety of lowered volumes alongside the creaking. The door was ajar just slightly, enough for one of Giorno’s emerald green eyes to get a view of what was causing the noise:

“Fuck, you gotta be such a slut~?”

“Oh c’mon, sugar, you love it~”

There Giorno could see Mateo’s large and tanned back, forming sweat as he was bent over a woman’s body. Her pale legs wrapped around his bare waist as he rutted into her sopping cunt, Mateo’s big and tatted arms reaching around for his hands to grab onto this unknown woman’s hips. Grunting as he felt himself reach closer to his climax as the woman let out a string of erotic moans, inciting a laugh from the young man.

“Keep it down, I got company. Hnng, fuck- You don’t wanna wake him up, do you?”

“I saw him fast asleep on your couch, he’s quite handsome. H-Hahh…Blondes are so cute. Maybe he’ll wanna join in if he does~”

“You better hope he doesn’t-hnng, fuck. Don’t wanna explain why I got someone twice my age sneaking in my bed and beggin’ for cock like a teenager. Unless you want’em to see this pussy full of cum.~”

“Oh you!-Ahhh~!” The woman sat up, her arms wrapping around Mateo’s broad shoulders and searing him into a messy kiss. Giorno could see momentarily her bright red hair, moaning into Mateo’s mouth as she ruts against him to finally cum herself. He could vaguely recognize her as the same redhead that took over Mateo’s place at the cash register when he was busy, her girly handwriting on Giorno’s cup and how she would flirt with him subtly with a smile on her ruby red lips. Oh, see her all over Mateo…Giorno’s hands balled into fists that trembled slightly, the rage boiling inside of him and coiled around him as if he was trapped in a pit of snakes. Who was this woman…To be so disgraceful as to spread her legs open when he was just in the next room over…And this woman was in her forties? This was someone’s mother moaning like a whore as she took Mateo’s dick. It didn’t make sense for Giorno to be so angry, it wasn’t his right to be…But god, he didn’t give a fuck. Eyebrows furrowing as rage shook through his system, having to peel his emerald eyes away from the scene before anything could happen as he thudded over to the couch. Gripping onto the pillow with both of his hands, trying to squeeze out his anger before any trouble happened…He needed to relax, he needed to vent…He needed to get rid of these strong emotions. As his eyes hazed over with his anger, Giorno’s nails dug into the cloth of the pillow below…His mind transferring from reality into delusion, translating the shape of the pillow into the shape of this woman – making Giorno see that he was choking her with his bare hands. Gritting his teeth, he felt his hands squeeze tighter at the image of that woman…That whore…Her body on Mateo’s set Giorno aflame, a demon taking over his body and letting these toxic feelings take control. Hearing those two fuck in the next room over only helped fuel this flame, his heart pumping blood faster and faster…Oh, that woman was asking for it. The seeds sprouted from the ground.

Giorno was always terrible at controlling his anger, even as a kid he couldn’t keep it to himself for no longer than twenty-four hours. It somehow became less in the morning, Giorno couldn’t even dream to sleep with his blood boiling. Seeing this red-headed woman waltz around in one of Mateo’s shirts in the morning, earning a playful smack on the ass from Mateo as he cooked and the flirty comments they gave each other. This ugly feeling wrapping Giorno’s heart, a feeling called jealousy.

Jealousy was the one who found this woman, who was named Romance, in a bar. Jealousy was the one who sat next to her and started chatting her up, under the guise of a charming man and taking her hand for the night. Jealousy was the one who kissed her like he loved her until she was vulnerable enough for his hands to wrap around that fragile throat and squeeze. Jealousy was the one who watched Romance struggle for air, trying to claw at his hands to escape until the light left her amethyst eyes as she fell limp in his arms. And just like that, Jealousy helped Giorno overcome this ugly feeling as he accompanied him whilst Giorno had to deal with the aftermath – leaving her in the bathtub to bleed out until she was empty enough to chop up without making a huge mess. Thanks to Jealousy, Giorno could safely store away parts of that woman and dispose the rest, allowing him to have Mateo all to himself.

Why would you do this to her, Giorno asked.

Because Mateo is yours and yours alone, you’re in love with him. Aren’t you? Jealousy laughed.

And Jealousy was right, Giorno was able to have Mateo all to himself without her in the way. And how that happened quite smoothly. To be sitting in Mateo’s home once more without the presence of Romance anywhere, as the man himself was sat by Giorno on the brick red couch: Mateo bounced his leg out of anxiety whilst one of his hands wiped the sweat off itself against his jeans and the other hand with his phone. As if he was ready to take the call the second it rang with good news.

“I-I don’t know, I haven’t heard from Romance in a few days. She’s a free spirit but she never…And I mean NEVER forgets to at least let someone know where she’s going…S-She hasn’t been answering her phone, no one can get to her…She didn’t take anything but a purse. God, what…W-What if she’s in serious trouble?”

“I’m sure the authorities are working hard to find Romance.” Giorno placed a hand on Mateo’s back. It wasn’t hard to see that this was eating away at Mateo, it looked like he didn’t get sleep in days: darkened undereye circles, eyes slightly red and puffy from crying out of stress, and slightly tattered from ignoring his own basic needs. Giorno bit his tongue back, that woman dare to linger in Mateo’s mind? How cruel, she’s clearly making him suffer with all this unnecessary worrying. Yet this was rather a blessing in disguise, having the Latino clinging to him for comfort and getting the privilege of walking in whenever he wanted into Mateo’s apartment. Even when Giorno executed the socially acceptable leaving time, even if he didn’t want to, Mateo would quickly grab onto Giorno’s wrist with a grip tight like a child not wanting a mother to leave them alone. Asking if he could stay a little longer or stay the night, that anxious look in his wine-red eyes, oh how simply adorable he was…Giorno could never refuse such a request such as that. Days passed as Mateo reached out to Giorno for comfort, either by hanging out in between classes, inviting him over to the shop until closing, or over to either of their apartments. Giorno treasured each hint of skin contact he was allowed to have, whether that would be handing something off or Mateo wrapping a friendly arm around his shoulders when chatting with some of his other friends with Giorno tagging along…Sometimes, when Mateo was deep asleep on the couch after the movie he put on finished – the blonde would go closer to him, just to hold onto his hand and to see Mateo subconsciously return the favor when Giorno’s fingers were laced in between. Just to press an ear to his broad chest to listen to his heartbeat and pulled into that warmth he oh-so adored. Pulling away just in time before Mateo stirred awake. The plant was growing taller and taller every day, leaves had begun to sprout. Eventually, there would be rewards to reap from all this constant coddling and comforting – one night, on a waxing crescent moon, the two young men came back from an unrelated event. Mateo lingered behind as Giorno had taken off his shoes and his socked feet padded on the wooden floor, hands going to unravel his classic braid.

“Are you thinking another movie tonight? One of my classmates actually recommended this one film we could watch-“

“Hey…Giorno?” The blonde stopped mid-sentence, turning over to the slightly taller man as his fingers wove the strands of hair out of the braid and letting fall into golden-blonde waves. He tilted his head questioningly, a que to let Mateo speak his mind. “There’s…Been something on my mind lately…Got some advice on it earlier and…I think it’s about time I get it off my chest.”

“Oh?” Giorno watched Mateo come closer to him, his heart nearly pounding against his ribs. Oh, that determined sparkle in his eyes…How he looked so serious…Could it be? The love confession he had been dreaming of for such a long time? Trying to keep himself calm, Giorno bit the inside of his cheek and watched carefully as Mateo made a full stop in front of him. Oh god, he smelled so good and he could tell he was nervous. Giorno could jump for joy right now, all the body language was giving him the impression of a confession. “You’ve…Been there for me for some time now. You didn’t leave when I was going through the worst parts of my stress, the whole situation with Romance…And I think…I think I like you…Like…A lot. Even before when we didn’t talk to each other, how you would come into the shop and just have your head stuck in your sketchbook for hours at a time…You were so fascinating to me, and modeling for Professor Straizo was possibly one of the best decisions I’ve made in a while…It’s gotten me closer to you, to find out who you are as a person. And all this time we’ve spent together, how you’re so calm and assuring to me…How you’re so kind…It’s made be realized that…I’ve been developing feelings for you…And I just wanna let you know, that it’s okay if you don’t accept my feelings or this is a bit sudden. But I wanted to be honest with you-“

“Mateo.” The raven-haired man was cut off and taken aback a bit, blinking as the man in front of him smiled – so warm and green eyes glittering with affection. One of Giorno’s hand reached out, brushing away the green and red strands of his bangs before his cool and soft hand cupped the side of his phase. Their noses were just barely touching, blood rising to Mateo’s skin with the anticipation killing his heart. Giorno could tell just from the way he glanced at his lips what he was expecting: Why not give it to him? Pulling him closer to press his lips against his, to taste the mint and tequila on his lips – good god was it a rush, like an intoxicating buzz that Giorno wanted to consume more of. However, he held back, in fear of scaring Mateo off with his eagerness by pulling away just to see that cute and flustered look on the dark-haired man’s face.

“I love you too.” Giorno laughed, watching carefully at how Mateo seemed flabbergasted at what he just did to him. Eyes widen and mouth agape slightly, flustered and blood rushing to the surface under his olive skin. It was so adorable, and oh how Giorno’s heart swelled looking at his beloved – it just made him want to kiss him again. “What? Don’t believe me?”

“I-I…Um…Sorry, it’s just…Never thought you’d…Y’know…Like me too.” His eyes shifting away as he muttered, feeling shy when now confronted with the possibility of having his feelings being returned. Giorno’s smile hadn’t faltered, his other hand coming up and resting just below Mateo’s shoulder. Fingers dragging down slowly on his maroon shirt, resulting in a dry gulp from the taller man. The hand that was cupping his face removed itself as Giorno’s slim fingers traced down his jawline and stopped just below his chin. “Believe that I do, and have for quite sometime…Would you like to confirm it yourself?”

“Y…Yes.”

Finally having what he wanted in his grasp, Giorno could bind Mateo to him like a calculating python. Using Mateo’s own sweltering passion to put him into a state of yearning, to take his hand to lead to his bedroom with small whispers that it wasn’t going to be ‘much’. Was Giorno going to fast? To an outsider’s view, yes he was. But they don’t understand – how good it feels to hold the man you love in your arms as his lips are against your, to have wandering hands on him and on your body, all until the two of you are panting and can’t handle it anymore. Love is so addicting, each kiss leading to Giorno falling flat against the mattress as the older man climbed on top of him. Their touches going as far as to undo each button or pulling clothes off each other to toss to the side, to feel his hot skin so close and the smell luring him into such a wild frenzy. Giorno felt like he was in heaven, a dream he didn’t want to wake up from to savor each second of every minute. To pull the Latino down and lock lips with him, the longer the two went at it the more comfortable they got with different techniques, as his hands traveled down his bare chest and started to feel him up down below. That’s how they did it in adult films, right? But it wasn’t something to worry about for now, since Mateo so graciously saw that this was Giorno’s first time – deciding to take the lead for this one time, just to teach what he could do to him next time. A tongue so hot and a mouth so warm wrapped around his most private of areas and fingers that coerced him into a calmer state for what was the come. So full, so big, so happy as Giorno’s mouth opened with gasps and pants like a tune of a nymph’s flute, coming up to shut Mateo’s own grunts and groans with his lips against his. Legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his broad shoulders, holding onto the dark-haired man so tightly as they rutted against each other. That wonderous build up and filled with Mateo’s cum as his own spurted onto his abdomen and some onto his lover’s, the pure bliss of the realization that he was finally all Giorno’s and Giorno’s alone. The flowers were budding, ready to burst as Giorno held Mateo in his arms after their long night that entered the early hours of the morning. How he looked so calm and at peace with his body finally allowing him to rest, letting him be completely vulnerable in Giorno’s arms. Just to have these moments was worth the protecting to Giorno. To have days passing: greeted by the taller man who kissed him sweetly on the lips with a ‘good morning’, fingers interlocking as they walk side-by-side down the street, to have those warm hugs with that scent that filled Giorno’s stomach with butterflies and flowers growing in his lungs, to have those sweet words cooed at him and him alone with eyes coated in affection and innocence. Is this what it’s like to feel alive? Giorno finally understood what Bruno said all those weeks ago – he couldn’t stand the thought of being without Mateo, how it fills his brain and flows through his veins, how each breath was dedicated to his lover and his lover alone. Sketching each day and filling up notepads to the brim with Mateo in seemingly every position and facial expression one could think of. That included some more mature concepts, but it wasn’t like anyone was going to go digging through these pages. After all, what’s to worry when Giorno could spent all his time with his beloved Mateo? Even the cute reminders that Giorno needed to take care of himself: To eat, to drink water, to sleep properly. Were the sweet symphonies he got to listen to everyday. Even the cheeky visits to En La Musica café, getting a latte (and an extra baked good sneaked in sometimes) alongside a kiss goodbye was enough to continue each day. To be called Mateo’s ‘boyfriend’ and referring to him as his ‘boyfriend’ is what it’s like to be ‘alive’. To Mateo, Giorno was the ideal partner anyone wanted – sweet, caring, a gentleman, bringing him small gifts simply because ‘he thought about him’, calling him petnames that just sent electricity down his spine…Mateo couldn’t remember if there was ever someone who made him feel the way Giorno did as of lately, lovestruck. It was unbelievable still that they were together, sure Mateo had his feelings but he honestly believed that Giorno would settle for him when he’s…Basically the perfect man. To have that floral yet oceanic scent fill up his lungs when the blonde would hold him close and to taste the strawberry lip balm on him with each kiss, to even wake up everyday to get to see that smile and a voice that sent a spell to his heart to beat faster. It seemed too good to be true, especially when Mateo gets the privilege of having a key to Giorno’s apartment. Clean, warm earthy tones, a scented candle always lit and making the room smell like flowers, pieces of artwork hanging from the walls. It’s very Giorno.

Mateo wanted to surprise Giorno this evening, bringing home a few bags of groceries over to his apartment and setting them on the counter alongside some of his other stuff. He had been busy for a few days with a student-ran exhibition coming up, bandages on his fingers from hours of cutting and bending wire for his flower arrangements - Mateo could see blocks of floral foam and an assortment of petals still on the table. Giorno’s been so stressed out as of lately, something like cooking him a surprise dinner to help him relax can help ease his nerves at least a little bit. Putting away some of the ingredients in the refrigerator for now, since he should have enough time to cook in an hour, Mateo traveled over to the door of Giorno’s bathroom…Until he stopped in front of it, turning his head to another closed door nearby. Mateo was told that was Giorno’s art room, where he could paint and store away his bigger floral arrangements so they wouldn’t be all over the place. Anytime the Latino man inquired about it, he was politely brushed off and focused to another subject. It was locked most of the time he was over, with the excuse that Giorno was rather embarrassed by the condition the room was always in. Now that he wasn’t home…Mateo couldn’t help but reach out to the gilded doorknob, twisting it to find that it was unlocked. Now, it was considered rude to be snooping around other people’s things – especially when they usually didn’t want people in their things to begin with…But they were dating and it’s important to not hide anything from your partner…And the curiosity was just clawing at Mateo ever since he was first invited to his now boyfriend’s apartment. He pushed the door open to reveal a dark room, going to the wall and blindly searching for the light switch until he felt it in his fingertips and flipped it upwards. The bulb on the ceiling light ignited, engulfing the room with light for Mateo to see. It was rather messy – canvases stored in a neat yet large stack, paint splatters on mostly all surfaces that weren’t the walls, beautiful flower arrangements made with fake flowers tucked away in one corner, art tools scattered about, and there was an impressive stack of used sketchbooks on a desk. Mateo walked over towards the paint-splattered desk, looking over the pile and selecting ones off the top. His calloused fingers opening it and thumbing through the pages, drawings and sketches used with a variety of media…The ones of him made him a bit flustered, flattered that his talented boyfriend even drew him in the first place. As he continued to scan through pages of still lifes, landscapes, random people, different sketches of Mateo (did he really have to draw him asleep when his mouth was open and drooling?), until he stopped on one…It was mostly red and such aggressive strokes of a pen was used.

“What is this?...A flower?” Mateo squinted his burgundy eyes, turning the sketchbook on its side a couple of times to see if he could get a better understanding of what he was looking at. He could see parts of a person, like a leg and a hand…Was this person under a large flower? The closer he looked at it, he could spot long salmon-pink hair, like his friend Baroque’s. With a shrug, Mateo flipped through more of the pages…Only to get more images similar to what he was just looking at, although it started to get more clear what Mateo was looking at…Sketches of someone holding a knife to someone’s throat, someone getting hanged, a large hole in someone’s stomach as the bled out, limbs getting chopped off…It started to make Mateo feel a bit uncomfortable, especially when he could point out similarities of his friends in each picture. Such as long blue hair, strong facial features, the same color of eyes full of fear. It was purely coincidental, Giorno probably has been watching too many slasher films or was secretly EXTREMELY stressed out by this exhibition more than he led Mateo onto. Setting the sketchbook back into its original place, Mateo was about to leave until he noticed something that seemed…Out of place. A large dark wooden box, standing vertically and looking similar to the altar of a church with such fanciful carving.

“Huh…Didn’t take Giorno to be religious.” Mateo mindlessly reached out to the shrine box with both hands grasping onto the handles to open the doors. He expected to see Mother Mary or Jesus with some other religious pictures…Only to find his own face staring back at him. Unlit candles underneath the framed picture of himself, other items hanging on the backs of the doors or underneath the shelving of the shrine box. Drying roses, a small black velvet box, a fortune from a fortune cookie scribing about love being prominent in the future, the small stuffed cat Mateo won Giorno at a crane game, ticket stubs to a movie they went to after officially becoming a couple, and other simple romantic stuff…Then it started going left immediately: three separate locks of Mateo’s green, red, and black hair, a used toothbrush, ripped cloth from a shirt, used toothpicks, the bottle of cologne Mateo thought he lost, some of his hair ties…Why did Giorno have this? He was the perfect boyfriend, why was he…Keeping this like a deranged stalker? Anxiety pooling in the bottom of his stomach, his burgundy eyes looking down to see pictures of his friends he ran the café with. It looked like the pictures were significantly scratched at with a knife, different colored pens scratched onto the photos:

Stupid bitch

Die die die die

Keep your hands off of him

Hes mine

Stay away from him

Inferior beings

I’ll slit your throat

I’ll kill you

He’ll never figure out

Mateo’s mine

He suddenly felt sick. Immediately shutting the doors and running out of the room, clumsily shutting the lights off and shutting the door behind him…Mateo couldn’t stay, he just couldn’t after what he just saw. Why would Giorno do such a thing? He was usually so sweet to his friends, he knew how important they all were to Mateo…He smiled and laughed alongside them, why would he write these awful things about them? Why was Giorno treating him like this in private? He wasn’t someone’s object, he’s a person! It just didn’t make sense, it confused him and it made him hot from the rising stress in his blood. Fumbling to put his shoes back on and grabbing his personal things, he left the groceries where they were and ran out the door. Mateo didn’t feel safe here anymore…Maybe he had been a little too clingy? Maybe it’s just him! Maybe giving Giorno some space will help tone down whatever the fuck he just saw. God, it was nerve-wracking…Mateo’s first boyfriend and he turned out to be a nutjob, his fucking luck. He knew it was too good to be true…Slamming himself into his car, he figured the only thing he can do for right now is just avoid Giorno for a little bit. Just until he can gradually remove himself from him, crashing at someone’s house for a bit so Giorno wouldn’t come knocking at his door, changing his phone number, the likes of that. Hands shaking as he gripped onto the black steering wheel and shaky pants leaving his lips, Mateo turned his car on and immediately drove as fast as he could away from Giorno’s apartment, disturbed and needing help but didn’t have anyone but himself to turn to.

Mateo proceeded to avoid Giorno like the plague, anytime he tried to reach out to him and ask if he wanted to hang out, he was promptly shot down. Calls were left to die, Mateo switched with someone else’s schedule so he didn’t have to see his ‘boyfriend’ coming in at his usual time. As much as it hurt to give Giorno, his first ever boyfriend, that fake customer service voice and to pretend that he was a stranger. Not even looking at him in those emerald eyes full of hurt. This amount of space was good for the both of them. Mateo just needed room to breath after what he saw in Giorno’s art room, hoping that he’d toss that thing away by the time he felt comfortable enough to come back. He even started sleeping at someone else’s place because Mateo was just so uncomfortable sleeping alone, since Giorno knew where he lived. A foolish part of him wanted everything to go back to normal once Giorno got ‘normal’ again…But Mateo knew better, he was a grown man with common sense – someone who did such fucked up things behind closed doors wouldn’t get better immediately…Those perfect days with Giorno felt too good to be true, Mateo was foolish to think that Giorno was his soulmate at one point…This and the fact that Romance was still missing kept him awake at night, stress loading onto his shoulders each day.

With Mateo’s sleeves rolled up past his elbows, Mateo mindlessly wiped down latte cups and counters – obviously distracted and a bit jumpy if anyone were to sneak up on him.

Pull yourself together, he thought. He had a legitimate business he needed to run, Mateo didn’t have time to worry over personal matters while on the clock. As someone came up to the counter, Mateo greeted the person with a smile, a sharpie marker in hand ready to grab a cup and write down the order.

“Hi, welcome to En La Musica Café. What can I get you?”

“Medium black coffee, double espresso shot, hot.”

“Coming right up! Can I get a name for it?” Mateo asked happily, his sharpie scribbling on the order onto the paper cup. The man in front of him, just matter-of-factly stated. “Donatello.”

“Alright, that should be out real soon.”

“So, you’re my brother’s boytoy, huh?” Mateo froze for a second, looking up to focus his gaze on this man. He did share a striking resemblance to Giorno, the facial features were very obvious and the blonde hair was a giveaway (although he was sporting an odd hairstyle, connecting mutton chops and a buzz cut with a ponytail?). The only different they had was his bright blue eyes. Donatello smirked at the Latino who was taken aback. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“What does it matter to you, sir?” Mateo had a polite voice, although the daggers in it were telling Donatello to stop talking to him as he went to make the coffee. The man rolled his eyes in response, “I wasn’t sent here by him, don’t get your panties in a twist. I wouldn’t do anything for the shithead even if I was on my last leg.”

“Then why are you questioning about this?”

“To ask you if you have half a brain to cease all contact with him yet.”

“What Giorno and I are doing is none of your business-“

“You saw it, didn’t you? The shrine? The hateful messages to others around you?” Mateo paused for a moment as the espresso machine filled up the two glasses to pour into the cup, steaming and wafting the smell of the Colombian roast behind the counter. Burgundy eyes looking up back into Donatello’s ocean-blue ones, watching him scoff. “You did…And you’re still here? My brother’s a wackjob if you haven’t noticed, always has been. If you knew what was good for you, you would move away before it’s too late.”

“Here’s your coffee.” Mateo placed the full cup of hot coffee on the serving counter, allowing Donatello to rip open a packet of sweetener to dump into it and stirring it with a stick, closing it with a lid. “I can tell you anything you need to know about Giorno. The reason why he’s so fucked up and tell you that I know for a fact that he’ll never stop doing this if you let him.”

“…I have a break in five, I’ll talk to you outside.”

Mateo needed to know, needed to know why Giorno did what he did in private…And who was better to find out the answer from than his brother? Was it wrong to hear him out? Sitting outside in one of the patio tables, Mateo stepped outside and sat in front of Donatello who slowly sipped on his coffee. Introducing himself as ‘Donatello Versus’, Giorno’s younger half-brother by just a year. Making the odd claim that he didn’t give a damn about Mateo necessarily, he was just letting him know the warning that came with knowing the older blonde.

“Giorno’s always had…Issues. Ever since we were little too. His mom was a piece of shit and we barely exist to our dad, so it was only natural he’d cling onto anyone slightly parental or nice to him…No amount of therapy has worked for him, it only made him good at hiding his feelings until he can’t…There was this maid we had, she was some young thing who needed money and took on being our part-time caretaker. She was doting to Giorno since he came off as nice to her, he’d spend his free time with her whenever he could…Asking for help on his homework, playing, showing her a drawing…He was all over her. And then she put in her two weeks’ notice, she was six months pregnant and had to get home to her husband…What we’ve noticed over the years was Giorno can’t handle rejection well…When that sweet little maid told Giorno she couldn’t stay forever like he asked…He snapped.” Donatello took a sip of his coffee in between, seeing that Mateo was getting interested in the story. “Six months pregnant…Only to end up with tragedy. Giorno couldn’t handle the fact that she was going to be a mother to some other kid and not him…So he pushed her down the stairs, one of those grand staircases you’d see in like fancy rich people homes…Around 3 flights of stairs did that woman tumble…She miscarried. One of my other brothers saw it happen and told me and our other brother. She was grief-stricken, and she knew Giorno did it to her…When she screamed out that Giorno was the one who pushed her down the stairs, pointing her finger at him, all Giorno had to do was tilt his head and lie to the servants that restrained her that he didn’t. Not like she could take the family to court either, my old man practically rules over the judicial system. The golden shithead got away with murder and got a slap on the wrist from dad, that it could ruin the Brando reputation if he acted recklessly like that. Rykiel, the one that saw it, said that he could still remember what he heard before that maid was pushed down the stairs…’If I can’t have you, no one will’.”

Mateo blinked, his mouth slightly agape. He couldn’t believe what he just heard, like this was some messed up prank. Donatello laughed at the look on the dark-haired man’s face.

“Don’t believe me? Want me to tell you about his first and only girlfriend? Thought she was cheating on him and proceeded to have her dad framed for statutory rape, tearing her family apart. If you ask him, he’d probably say he doesn’t remember. Little psycho has most of his memories blocked out after a while and a new obsession forms, which would be you I guess. I’m serious, man. If you don’t pack your shit now and leave, you’ll end up regretting it.” Donatello stood up from his seat, taking another sip of his coffee as he trailed off to the side of the café. Mateo following suit, quickly as if he was desperate to hear more from this man. Just until they were out of view from the large open windows of the café, Donatello looked to the taller man. “Don’t bother trying to fix him, no one can…You’ve seen it. He’ll just be like this forever…Gotten anything else besides the stupid shrines he makes?”

Mateo hesitated for a second, quietly gulping before nodding.

“Y-Yeah…He…He’s been changing his phone number a lot and trying to contact me…He’s begging why I’m just ignoring him…And…And I haven’t slept at my place in a while, I feel like he’s watching.”

“Wow, you’d usually change your phone number after 2 different numbers contact you. That second one I’ll commend you on, he’d probably smash a window in to break in and do somethin’ to you. To anyone else you’d get a restraining order, but our old man has a grip on the courthouse so that’s not gonna happen. Just pack up and leave town or somethin’.” As Donatello took another swig at his coffee, another voice popped into the conversation that made him joke on the hot liquid.

“So…My own brother, huh?” Mateo’s eyes widen, peering over to see Giorno standing in front of the two. His facial expression was neutral, yet those emerald eyes had such a dangerous glint to them – it sent warning signs throughout Mateo’s body, telling him to run away from him. Donatello wiped this mouth with the back of his hand, cleaning himself up and trying to control his coughing. “Damn, fucking surprised me golden shithead.”

“I was beginning to wonder what I did wrong…How you cruelly ignored me the last time I came here, the calls and texts you don’t return…You haven’t been home in days either…Only to find out you were with my own brother.”

“Relax, I don’t want nothing that touched your mouth.” Donatello scoffed, seeing that he didn’t exist in Giorno’s view as of right now. It was only Mateo in his clouded vision, walking closer to him. That calm yet dangerous animosity exuding out of the blonde, making the dark-haired man dryly gulp at the scene. The other blonde man rolled his eyes, giving Mateo a pat on the shoulder and wishing him good luck (albeit sarcastically) before walking away from the scene to leave the two men to face off.

“Mateo.”

“I…I don’t wanna hear it.”

“There must be some mistake, please tell me so I can fix it right away. We should be able to communicate what’s bothering us-“

“Do you really want the truth? What’s really bothering me?” Mateo interrupted, his brows furrowing as he looked down at the slightly shorter man. He was slightly taken aback, but he nodded – expecting something small and manageable so that their relationship can get back to being the way it was meant to be: Happy and spent together. Mateo took a deep breath in and exhaled, gathering the courage to finally speak up. “It’s you. You’re the problem. You’re obsessive, you’re a stalker, you’re fucking weird…I found your weird shrine and I’m creeped out by you…And the shit you wrote about my friends…The weird ass art you made…Were you torturing them in your drawings?! You know how much I care about them and to see you have such a violent reaction to them…And now that I look back, you were a fucking creep. Why were you stealing my shit?! Why do you have locks of my hair?! Why can’t you get the hint that I don’t wanna see you?! You just keep changing your fucking number and spamming my phone…Hell, I’m scared to go back home because I knew you would be there! LEAVE ME ALONE! I DON’T WANNA SEE YOU!”

Mateo didn’t care if he was making a scene, he just needed to get through Giorno’s head that this relationship was over. Panting and with tears pricking in his eyes, heart thumping against his chest with aggression. Yes, it stung that he had to do this but it was the only thing he could do at the moment. Mateo was truly in love with Giorno, he swore that there was no one else that made him feel like what Giorno did to him…But this couldn’t go on, not when Giorno was a walking red flag and he could put his friends in danger – one of the few things he has left in this world. He’ll overcome this heart wrenching pain for them. It didn’t take long, in fact it was a blink’s worth of time, for Mateo to be forcibly dragged into the alley next to the café – hands wrapped around his olive throat and gripping as tightly as they could. Letting out a choked out wheeze, his nails trying to dig at the reaper’s hands trying to choke him out. His vision began to darken as all he could see was Giorno’s envy-colored eyes. It was horrifying to look at, that neutral expression snapped into what Mateo could describe as ‘snapped’. The man Mateo learned to love was no longer there behind those snake-like eyes, all he could see was the husk and the corrupted soul of this man…No…That corrupted soul had always been there, Giorno simply lifted his mask. As drool dripped out the corner of Mateo’s mouth as his hands grew weak, the darkness in his vision taking over quickly. Only to hear Giorno before he blacked out:

“I’d do anything for you…I did everything for you…I’ll make sure this temper tantrum is smothered, then we can go back to normal…I’ll make you understand your stance in this situation. That you’re mine and mine alone.”

It seemed like a daze when Mateo eventually woke up, head throbbing and his throat killing him as his vision slowly adjusted to the light. He tried to go in and rub at his eyes only to find his arms stuck in place. Mateo slowly looked down, squinting to see his hands tied to the arms of a chair. He tried to pull at the rope to no avail.

“Hm? You’re awake? Good, do you prefer the lace or the flower veil? I’m having a hard time making decisions for the bride-well…Groom I guess?”

“W-Wha…?” Mateo blinked his eyes a couple of times, trying to pull himself out of his daze and to focus on what he was looking at. A young woman with bubblegum-pink hair and green eyes wearing a pink dress, holding up two masses of tulle that made a white veil – as she described, one had lace sewn into it and the other had fake flowers sewn in as well. In a confused panic, Mateo looked up to the young woman and asked. “W-Where am I?”

“I…Can’t really tell you or Giorno will get mad at me.” She sheepishly laughed, lifting her arms out and comparing the two veils to Mateo’s head and nodded. “Yeah, I think the flower one is more of the theme. We’ll go with that one…I know you’re probably scared out of your mind but try not to make too much movement. This thing’s being held by pins alone. God, I hate that he asked me to do this last minute – this is really not my best work. But I do love designing wedding attire.”

As more clarity hit Mateo, he could recognize the woman as that fashion major who came to the café – large, iced macchiato with two pumps of vanilla and an espresso shot. He thinks her name was Trish? She came and got the same order almost every time, sometimes she’d get a London Fog on colder days. Mateo looked the room to see it was someone’s very spacious sunroom, a makeshift altar next to him that was covered in beautiful white and red flowers. Looking down, Mateo saw he wasn’t wearing his own clothes. It was an odd combination of a suit and a wedding dress, all white: a white lacey corset top covered by a white suit jacket, it was long enough for Mateo to be sitting on top of it and ran off like the train of a traditional wedding dress. It had a lace trim, some embroidered flower pattern on the inside of the train of the coat. White pants that flared out, although his feet wear bound to the legs of the chair he was trapped in, and what seemed to be white healed boots. Trish draped the veil behind Mateo’s head and pinned it to his hair, trying to struggle out of his restraints once more. He was rather strong physically, but it seems that whoever tied him up made sure he would be unable to get out of these restraints.

“W-Why am I here? I need to go back to the café.”

“Hey, hey. Relax, you’re stressing out pretty bad over there. And I told you that this piece is not sewn together properly, you might pop it open. I’m sorry I can’t give you any answers, hell I don’t even know what’s going on other than the upcoming ceremony.”

“Ceremony?”

“Right…Uh…” Trish scratched her head, unable to explain this situation to Mateo. “Look, it’s not like I particularly want to dress up a captive. But I don’t want to know what happens to the other groom if I disagree with him.”

As if it were on cue, the doors open to let a group of people into the sunroom. A few of them sat down in pre-assembled folding chairs, wearing formal attire you would wear to a wedding – nice suits and beautiful dresses that differed from the maid attraction of weddings. And then he saw him. Giorno dressed in a tailored black suit, a matching undershirt and an emerald-green tie that complimented his eyes wonderfully. A matching handkerchief sticking out of his breast pocket and a green ladybug brooch just underneath. His hair was left long and free from the braid Mateo usually saw him in, those empty green eyes staring directly at him and sending nothing but pure dread down his system. Mateo became more frantic, trying to yank his limbs out of the tightly-done ropes with little to no success – only giving him rope burn that stung his skin. His heart pounding against his chest, yelling at him that he needed to leave or something bad was going to happen whilst sweat formed in the palms of his hands. Trish failed to calm him down as she continued to fuss over his outfit until Giorno walked over, smiling so charmingly and yet it had no real heart in it.

“Oh, just those special day nerves, right Amor?”

“Let me fucking go!”

“My, that’s quite a choice of language and in front of our esteemed guests!” Giorno chuckled, referring to the small crowd of people that appeared alongside him. One of them walked over to the altar, seemingly acting as the priest to officiate this ‘wedding’. Looking over at Mateo and smiling. “Congratulations! You’ve made Giorno so happy these days, I knew the two of you would get together.”

“I DON’T WANNA BE WITH HIM! LET ME FUCKING GO YOU PSYCHO!” Mateo thrashed against his seat, but his aggressive pleads fall deaf on the ears. Especially the man who was dressed up as his ‘groom’ this evening, who simply bent over to his level and placed a hand on his broad shoulder. He smiled, those empty eyes had an odd yet dangerous glint to them. “Now, I figured that since I had company here, I didn’t want you to go without company. It would be unfair, your loved ones should experience this moment too! You’re going to be married! So I took the liberty of gathering your friends.”

Giorno pointed over to where the workers of the café were, currently tied up and duct tape covering their mouths as their muffled screams fell deaf onto everyone’s ears, struggling in their restraints just like Mateo had been doing so. Blues’s wails muffled and tears running down her eyes as she was dressed in a medium-length blue gown and her hair braided while Disco was in the middle of being restrained herself, wearing a pastel pink dress as she continued to sleep through whatever happened to her. Baroque in a dark-colored suit and his hair tied back as he thrashed in his chair, screaming against the two layers of duct tape put over his mouth. Even the newest employee, Espresso, was giving the men tying her down a hard time as she struggled against her restraints in a maroon dress. Their muffled screams and cries and the state they were in made Mateo’s eyes go wide, mouth agape as rage boiled in his blood. Turning to Giorno and only thrashed more.

“YOU SICK BASTARD! LET THEM GO, THEY HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN US! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU FOR HURTING THEM!”

“Now, now, relax. They’re not hurt as bad as you think; they were simply knocked out. Ah, don’t worry your shop was closed so you don’t have any customers to worry about. Now…We wouldn’t want your precious friends getting more hurt than they were, do we?”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! JUST LET THEM GO!”

“See, the more difficult you make it on yourself…The more bad things might happen.” One of the men restraining the group pulled out a gun, pressing it to Blues’ temple. It made her freeze up, trembling as more tears rolled down her face as she squeezed her eyes shut out of fear, dreading if the man would pull the trigger or not. It made Mateo’s heart drop to his stomach, turning his head to Giorno and his eyes widen. The expression asking if he was serious about this, that this was some cruel prank and he wasn’t serious about this. Giorno’s hand went up to Mateo’s face, brushing past the green, red, and black strands of hair of his bands to cup his face. That smile hadn’t left his face, like it was forever fixated there when Mateo was in his line of direction. “Behave for me and nothing will happen.”

“…You…You promise?”

“I’m a man of my word, Amor.” Mateo could hear the muffled screams of his friends, probably yelling at him to not accept Giorno’s word. But at this point, what sort of choice did he have? His shoulders dropping and letting out a deep breath, the anger had eventually been forcefully stewed out of him and all that was left was defeat. Mateo had given into Giorno, eventually getting set free from his restraints. Unbalanced from being in the chair for so long, Mateo wobbled in his steps and was held up by Giorno’s hands until he regained his balance. Trish fussed over his outfit once more, making sure he looked presentable enough to be standing at the altar. Eventually draping the veil over his face so it was almost like a traditional wedding. Giorno had made a joke, saying that this wasn’t the most traditional wedding but that as artists they tended to go beyond traditional; earning a laugh from the few people who attended. It was all a blur to Mateo; the man named Bruno acting as the priest that would officiate the wedding as words left his lips about the joys of coming together with marriage, but Mateo didn’t hear a single one. He was given a ring, slipped onto his finger by Giorno, that had such an odd purple gem for the centerpiece…It looked more like an eye watching him, mocking him that he had to go through with this without a choice. Like a zombie, Mateo pushed the wedding band onto Giorno’s ring finger and watched him speak about his ‘devotion’ to Mateo when it fell deaf onto his ears. It was a numbing torture, being prompted into saying ‘I do’ after Giorno. Bruno hearing no objections to the two men getting married, of course Mateo’s friends’ duct taped mouths being promptly ignored, and officially declaring that Mateo and Giorno were husbands. Mateo was pulled into Giorno’s kiss, even if it was the most sweetest kiss in the world the dark-haired man couldn’t tell if it was – he only kept his burgundy eyes open and mindlessly stared off, as if he truly wasn’t there mentally. The cheers from Giorno’s guests were deafening, mocking even as he was dragged by the arm to wherever else in this villa. The sunset-yellow walls and cheerful décor couldn’t make a single emotion out of Mateo, seeing his friends still bound and mouths still duct taped as they looked to him as if he was really serious about this. It seems that Giorno saw that they would try and run up and convince Mateo otherwise to run away, so he ordered to keep them bound to their chairs and just simply sat at a table ‘reserved’ for them. Mateo had always dreamt of having a wedding, to be married to the one he loved and to dance with them as he was surrounded by loved ones…But this isn’t what he wanted, even if for a moment in time he did want to marry Giorno, this isn’t how he wanted everything to turn out. Not to this corrupted soul of a man, flowers of evil blooming so brightly and covering his soul. It was like a punishment from god, being married to death himself without a choice. Forever cursed to rot in Giorno’s hands for however long he’ll live. Not even alcohol served could make him happy, watching those raising up their champagne glasses and cheering as Giorno lifted his glass and made a toast.

“Obsessio est passio quae agit in futurum!” Giorno smiled happily, like a child who obtained the toy they wanted on Christmas morning. His friends cheering afterwards, toasting to the school’s moto and clinking glasses together with everyone. Mateo could only stare at the pale gold liquid bubbling in his glass, not seeing Giorno take a portion of his own drink into his mouth before coming closer to newly wedded ‘husband’. Forcing him to look at him, those corrupted green eyes growing closer in his vision as his lips were forced onto his. The blonde was able to force Mateo’s chin down just a bit so that his mouth would open, pouring the champagne into his mouth and flooding his tastebuds. Some of his dribbled down the corners of his mouth as he was forced to swallow. The raven-haired man pushed Giorno away and coughed, wiping his mouth as he looked over to Giorno. This husk of a human being just smiled at him tenderly, as if it could replicate that emotion. If Mateo could study him closely, there might have been hearts forming in his eyes as he let out a little laugh – his pale hands holding Mateo’s together in his cold grasp. The wolf whistles and cheering from Giorno’s friends stung Mateo, pulling him back into this scary reality – not allowing him to return to his mindless state of comfort.

“Won’t you smile for me, Amor? We’ll be spending the rest of our lives together here, in this villa. This is a celebration.”

Oh, how Mateo wanted nothing to do with these weeds of obsession. Wanting to go back into time and stopping himself from greeting Giorno that one day he took over that professor’s class. Oh how Mateo had no choice but to force a smile on his face, when tears formed in his eyes – Giorno could think they were tears of happiness all he wanted, but they were tears of sorrow. Rather than a wedding, it was a funeral to Mateo…A funeral to the man he was and welcoming the corpse he would be for the future, holding a bouquet of corrupted flowers to his chest in his coffin.

#yandere art school au #not sfw #yandere #yandere giorno #giorno giovanna x oc #commission #ladybugblues #neratics #giorno x oc #gioteo #dark themes

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unproduciblesmackdown · 3 years

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forgot to say anything about the actual drawing. i am excited to feel like i finally did justice to winston's head & its circularity

#congratulations to me on that one. selected this screenshot in particular to reference in fact lmao so that only helped #what Didn't help was me forgetting to copy/paste that screenshot to make This pic so now i've saved that file as this l o l #can recapture the screenshot anytime but god. why must i suffer lmfao....#making the [square hair drawing geometry rules] work for me.....#i have been dismayed about Not drawing his hair silhouette as smooth & thus head as So Shaped as it is....no longer #i would also like to say ''i finally did justice to winston's head'' applies to that riawin pic it took me a month to draw last year #i can do further justice on that front as well i am sure......my discouragement re: all things winston including riawin is still like #well this does not inhibit motivation re: hc's for say; completely casual sex and/or bit [genre: angst] for winston lol.....#spamming F in the chat though for traits it is all the more difficult to depict with my Lineart Focused approach #like taylor's clasped hands like. NOBODY wants to have to try to depict that in any medium but photography lmfao #just theeee most involved re lines / shape / coloring / shading #but my brain gears also turn like tricky to capture the oeuvre of winston's teeth lol. also often Shading / subtler detail #love to capture more traits / deets for people. v glad winston is Not [generic onscreen presence] looking. a joie de vivre #winston billions #this also gets to be filed under:#corned beef

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Conference Room

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary | Bucky gets a surprise when he realises that things that were looked down upon, and people were often disgusted by in his day and age, are wanted in this one.

Warnings | includes smut, blowjob, cum facial, Bucky being an insecure bb, swearing

Requested ✖️

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Everyone filed out of the meeting room, one by one disappearing into the maze of the compound. Bucky watched you with tender eyes, slowly following behind, as you headed for the door.

But instead of passing though the threshold, so that you could make your way on route to the kitchen, in order for you prepare yourself a well deserved drink after sitting through the small conference, you closed the door, and pushed down the latch.

The action itself made Bucky stop in his footsteps, and fix you with a confused expression. He wasn’t sure why you had locked the two of you in here. Only moments ago you had been on a group call with Fury, and now that he had signed off, all of you had been free to leave.

But that freedom that all the else had fled feebly towards, served a much different price to that for which you specifically had in mind for him. “Sergeant Barnes, I think the two of us need to have a little talk; our ears only.”

Bucky gulped, remaining upon the spot that he was stood in. He racked his mind for reasons that you would want to do this here, and not in one of your bedrooms. It would only make things more difficult for when he left the scene, heartbroken by you cutting him off, and finally pushing him away.

It was inevitable that it would happen somewhen; but it was too early. Things were finally running smoothly, he felt content and happy, and as though he were making a good difference to the world, which is all he ever wanted. However, it appeared that all of that was about to come tumbling down at his feet, in the same very moment.

The two of you hadn’t been dating too long, just short of three months. And during that time, the pair of you had never once gotten obscenely intimate. So in your case, as he viewed it, you really had nothing to lose. But he couldn’t pin point as to why you were dressed in a sly smile, and creeping ever so steadily towards him as though you had a surprise.

“Doll.” He spoke softly, thinking that it would be the last time he had the opportunity to describe you with that pet name. From the way that he addressed you, your expression quickly became more innocent and happy.

As you got closer to him, you wrapped your arms around his middle, leaning forwards and pressing a kiss upon his material covered chest. “Baby.” You greeted him, moving to his lips next, and pressing a fluid peck upon them.

“What are you doing?” He unsurely asked, his voice cracking in the meanwhile, and his face scrunching up into a confused frown. Your hands rubbed down his chest, and plucked the band of his trousers, over again in a repeated motion.

Sucking your lip into your mouth, you looked up into his sky blue eyes, reading them for any signs of him being affected by your actions. Rather than feeling aroused, it seemed to make him confused, which was not at all your intention.

“You seemed tense Buck.” Your hands raked their way back up to his shoulders, soothing any apparent tightness that were held within his muscles. “I thought maybe... I could help loosen you up.” Fluttering your eyelashes at him, Bucky lightly groaned, rubbing his lips together as he mulled over what the pair of you could possibly get up to in this room.

His hands went down to the button of your jeans, but lightly, you slapped his hands away, doing the same to him, and undoing them. As your fingers toyed with the zip that helped the denim be adjustable to his size, your other palmed him through the blue material. “This is about you James. I want to make you feel good.”

Again, he swallowed his own saliva, he paid the utmost attention to your every movement, completely compelled with how you tossed your hair to the side by simply moving your head. “You want me to suck your cock, I promise I’m good at it.” A giggle erupted from your mouth, and Bucky clasped your chin in the feather light grip of his vibranium hand.

He pulled your lips to his, warming them up before slipping his tongue inside. It had been a long time, though he hated to admit it, since he had done anything even slightly sexual, and a part of him was afraid that he wouldn’t last long.

But the other was excited, back in the forties , blowjobs weren’t often digressed. The idea had always appealed to hun, however no dame had ever wished to dirty their knees before him, and take his sufficient length down their throat. It pained him a little, knowing that like most people he had encountered through his life, that they would take from him, but never return it with an ounce of kindness.

He’d perceive it as a dream come true, the woman that owned his entire heart, independently wanting to pleasure him in such ways that were looked down upon in his day. “Are you sure?” He pulled away, desperate for some clarity on the matter.

“Yes, of course I am.” You smiled, drawing him in for another locked lip session. After a minute or two of tasting his tongue, you trailed your direction down, running down his chin, and then his neck, until you completely dropped to your knees, rutting your hand against his growing cock.

Right then, from that image alone, Bucky swore that he would die. That innocent expression that was entailed upon your face had him mentally cursing, and he couldn’t help but groan to himself in a relaxed manner as you pulled his jeans down to his ankles, leaving only his boxers as the final barrier.

Lightly, you pressed a kiss to where you guessed his tip to be through the cotton, gently running your tongue down the shaft, and lower down to where his balls were stationed. “Y/n, please stop teasing.”

“Tell me Bucky.” Your fingertips cascaded up and down his v line, warming him up to what was to come(pun intended). “Have you ever been sucked off before?” His heart rate picked up, as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“How did you- that punk!” He said in reference to Steve, realising that he must have let the detail slip to you. But he couldn’t be made really, if the captain hadn’t digressed his secret to you, then he may have waited longer to experience the enthralling and dirty, as it had been known to be, engagement.

Without any pressure, you pressed your teeth upon his cock, dragging his attention back towards you. “Now that is no way to talk about your dear friend, I’d say he did you a favour.” He was getting ready to grumble in his Bucky manner, but was hit with your gasp as you suddenly pulled his boxers down, his dick slapping upwards, having your entire focus.

Reaching forward with a hand, you wrapped it around the mid section of his shaft, your palm hardly fitting around his girth. “It’s so big.” You gaped at the sight, moving your hand up and down to gouge a reaction out of the super soldier above you. His head leant back, his eyes screwing shut as he realised just how sensitive he was. He felt like a virgin all over again.

An obscene and loud moan was pulled from his mouth as you ran your tongue up his shaft, humming at the taste of his intimate skin. With the encouragement of his lie noises, you directed his tip towards your lips, rubbing it upon the cushioned flesh, before sinking him halfway in your mouth.

“Holy fuck!” He exclaimed, reaching down and on instinct entangling his metal hand in your loose hair. As though you were doing nothing, you innocently looked up at him with wide doe eyes., although he could feel you hollowing your cheeks around him, as you began to bob your head.

Only then did he realise how experienced you must have been within this department, for he noticed how you didn’t struggle nor gag the slightest around him, and it appeared that you were enjoying it as much as he was.

One of your hands planted itself on the thickness of his thigh as your other found homage with fondling his balls. His chest rapidly moved as he felt every slither of your tongue around him, and as you pulled slightly back, you began dipping it in the line of his slit.

“Baby, slow down, or I’m going to cum.” With his words heard, you took him out of your mouth, wrapping your hand around his saliva soaked rod, and began pumping him rapidly. For a moment, he swore his head was going to explode as he saw you stick your tongue out, awaiting his load that was soon to be delicious.

“Cum Buck. Want you to cum for me.” It was impossible for him to hold back any longer, and thus, his seed flew over the expanse of your tongue, whilst the rest spurted over one side of your face. “Hmm.” You mumbled, swallowing that of it that you caught, and scooping a swipe into your mouth.

“I swear to god that I’m in love with you.” He spoke breathily as you stood up, both of your faces flushed from the activity. He pulled you in for a few pecks, to which you could do nothing more than stare into his oceanic pools.

“Well that’s encouraging.” You laughed, reaching down and tucking his softening cock back into his boxers and jeans, giving it a loving pat before pulling away. “I love you too Bucky Barnes; always.”

“The conference room though, really?” He asked with a bemused laugh, causing you to shrug. “You’ve got to walk out of here now.” He said, motioning to the mess on your face.

“That is something that I didn’t think of.” You responded, your eyes darting a around the room, until your eyes landed on the box of tissues that Tony had brought in at the start of the meeting. Thank Thor for his cold! “Grab me some paper towels from the corner would you babe?”

He sent you a pleased, and you’d say very satisfied smile, before stepping back, and heading in the direction of the desk, picking a few sheets out of the cube, and walking back to help you clean up. He felt like he at least owed you that much.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky imagine #Bucky smut x reader #imagines #imagine #xreader #marvel smut #mcu smut #marvel x reader smut #marvel x reader #sebastian stan smut

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ryosmne · 3 years

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Three brats??

Dad!Sukuna x f!reader

So this is basically a comfort fic, featuring dad! Sukuna because the brainrot was too much. Ok so, the reader and Sukuna have a son together, yes their son is Yuuji, I know this is usually the single father Sukuna trope, but I wanted to give it a go, feedback is always appreciated. Thanks for brainrotting with me @likeab-o-s-s cause this is the reason this exists. That's all from me enjoy reading.

Warnings: none really, just family, heartwarming fluff.

The air was crisp and fresh, unusually refreshing for the beginning of summer. Parents were already gathered outside the daycare, Yuuji, y/n's and Sukuna's son attended, patiently waiting for their kids to run in their arms again.

Sukuna arrived a couple of minutes before the final bell on his motorcycle, he took off his helmet, leaned back on his bike and waited for the familiar little pink head of hair to come wobling to him.

The three mothers next to him, scooted a bit closer to him to get a better look nothing he's unfamiliar with and no one can blame them, Sukuna is a sight for sore eyes. Leather jacket with the sleeves rolled up, extenuating his board shoulders, exposing his tattoo covered skin, v neck white t shirt, allowing his toned chest and even more of his tattoos to show and a simple black pair of pants hugging his muscular thighs in the best of ways.

In the past some of the bolder ones had mustered the courage and asked him if he was a single father since they had never seen his son's mother, but with a laugh Sukuna brushed them off telling them how his lovely wife was a working parent and her schedule just didn't match the daycares. Maybe the very unconventional wedding rings they got weren't the best idea in this situation, even though they were extremely beautiful and unique.

"I really admire the work you put in the little guy" Sukuna's gaze met a woman who attempted to strike a conversation, oblivious to what she had meant by her statement he replied, maybe these three minutes would pass faster talking about normal things and not stressing about work.

"Don't we all put work on our kids?" He spoke calmly with a slight smile that he always wore when talking about Yuuji.

"Yeah, we do, but it still must be hard I can't imagine what you're going through" Sukuna's mind went to the worst scenario. Was Yuuji a trouble maker at school? He is a very well behaved child, both him and y/n made sure to teach him proper manners and how to be polite, that couldn't be it right?

The bell rung, and kids made their way out of the daycare, Yuuji in the blink of an eye was hugging his father's leg, exited to see him after the hours he was gone. In a swift motion Sukuna put Yuuji's little backpack on his own back and scooped the boy up in his arm.

"Yuuji's a pretty good kid, hes never been difficult" Sukuna smilled again resuming in the short conversation with the woman next to him. "Single father's like you don't get the credit they deserve". She spoke again smiling sadly down to the little pink haired boy who seemed too fixated on the earrings his father was wearing.

Sukuna finally understanding what this whole thing was about, chuckled, this had happened before after all, he should've known.

"I'm not a single parent, speaking of that your mom said she has a big surprise for you after dinner" he said directing his attention to his son again, the woman next to him quickly fumbled an apology for missundertanding, to which Sukuna replied to with a simple 'dont worry about it'. He placed Yuuji on his bike, put on both his and his boys helmet and drove off.

Y/n was still stuck at work, thankfully her husband would cook dinner tonight cause overtime was killing both her and her mood, good thing she finally had a day off tomorrow.

Y/n checked her phone to see how close she was to going home only to find a text that Yuuji's teacher had send her that was obviously meant for her husband.

Hello Mr Itadori, this is Mrs Laura from the day care. I was wondering if you wanted to get launch with me after school tomorrow, you can bring little Yuuji too, I'm awaiting your response, have a nice night.

What the hell was that? Well y/n's number was in Yuuji's contact information, she chuckled at the words displayed on her screen but she couldn't really blame the teach, Sukuna was a walking temptation, she knew that first hand, hell she fell head over heels for the dangerous looking guy who hid a heart of gold under his hard exterior, but the teacher could at least check who the number belonged to.

Y/n run her last errands and made sure to pick up Yuuji's surprise before heading home, she even tipped Sukuna off so their son wouldn't know what hit him.

Y/n made her way inside the family house, tossing her keys somewhere on the living room couch.

Yuuji immediately after hearing her car in the driveway came rushing down the stairs, jumping around her like he always did when she came home.

"Mom, mom you're home." The happiness was evident in the boys face, his smile was wide when y/n dropped to his level to pick him up and spin him around

"Yes I am little devil, did you give your father hell like we agreed?" She spoke in the happiest of tones with Yuuji still in her arms. Another set of arms engulfed her frame making her halt on spinning the little boy.

"So you're telling him to be a little brat now huh?" Sukuna's breath tickled the side of her neck and ear as he rested his head on her shoulder and wrapped his strong arms around her waist. "Welcome home love" he spoke again giving her jaw a ghost of a kiss.

"Daddy is the food ready" Yuuji spoke from y/n's arms, Sukuna only laughed at his son's appetite, and directed both him and y/n to the kitchen where he had already set everything up.

"Mommy, what is a single dad?" Yuuji asked in the middle of dinner in typical fashion of his, any question he had from something he heard through the day would always come up during dinner.

"Well Yuuji, single fathers are the fathers who raise their kids alone." The young boy seemed to think about his mother's words before speaking again. "So its just a daddy ?" Yuuji asked again with his eyes growing a bit sadder, his mother nodded, and Yuuji's eyes started to water.

"Baby what's wrong?" y/n asked. "Hey buddy what's going on?" Sukuna was growing quite concerned too. Yuuji burst in tears leaving his seat, climbing up his dad and hugging him tightly. Sukuna was rubbing his back to comfort the young boy and y/n's hand was stroking the kids hair in an effort to calm him down. "B-but why did that lady c-call you that, is m-mommy l-leaving?" Everything seemed to click for Sukuna, y/n was still confused but in the calmest sweetest voice said "Yuuji, baby look at me, I'm not going anywhere ok?" And the boy left his father's arms and clung on to her like his life depended on it.

Sukuna cracked a few jokes and lightened Yuuji's mood so he could enjoy the rest of his dinner, which went pretty well, he was his smiling adorable self very soon after his parents reassured him that none of them were ever leaving his side and the boy was now drawing with crayons in the living room. He seemed to have completely forgotten about the surprise his father mentioned when he picked him up.

Y/n and Sukuna were doing the dishes in the kitchen, each one talking about their day, Sukuna explained the awkward conversation he had at the daycare that sparked Yuuji's sadness, y/n took a turn in talking about how her son's teacher, basically asked Sukuna out on a date but messed up and texted her. "How about you set up a date and you show up? I mean it's you she texted right?" Sukuna joked "Babe, that's cruel" y/n chuckled at her husband's mischievous nature.

"So you've got everything ready?" Sukuna asked. "yeah who'll bring him over?"

"You do it I'll keep Yuuji busy."

Sukuna joined Yuuji on the couch. "What are you drawing little brat?" Y/n heard him ask their boy in the usual sweet tone he had with him. She made her way down the basement, where she kept the surprise since she came home. Yuuji was going to love this, Sukuna was too, she knew she was already in love as well.

Y/n climbed the stairs quickly, and snuck up behind her son, who was occupied by his dad, she gently tapped the boys shoulder.

"A PUPPY" Yuuji announced exited making sure his voice was still soft not to scare the eager dog that his mom brought to his arms. Yuuji gently held the puppy that was licking his face as he was in a fit of laughter and excitement. Sukuna was as exited as his son and y/n had a huge smile on her face too. Their son had begged and begged for a dog ever since his best friend, Megumi got a black German shepherd puppy. Of course y/n and Sukuna wanted to comply to Yuuji's request right away, but they took time to teach little Yuuji everything there was about the responsibility of owning a dog. They took him to dog cafes and shelters, so he would be the perfect little dog owner, they taught him patience and responsibility beforehand. Sukuna visited the local shelter and decided with y/n on a white Shepard puppy that Yuuji always pointed out in your visits because 'he looks like Megumi's puppy they can be friends like we are' who can say no to that little adorable devil?

The puppy momentarily left Yuuji's arms to lick Sukuna's face. "Now we've got two little brats and a big one in our house." He laughed, enjoying the moment.

Y/n was admiring her son and husband as well as the newest member of the family with a smile plastered wide on her face, life was indeed beautiful.

The next day, both Sukuna and y/n were waiting for Yuuji to finish school, since y/n had the day off. Sukuna had his arm protectively around her because this time, others were staring at what was his, but he was proud to show her off to everyone, even in a place as mundane as his son's daycare.

#jjk sukuna #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen ryomen #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #au ryomen sukuna #au sukuna #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna x you

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some-messed-up-writing-for-you · 3 years

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"Can you write one where Hero is in an abusive/toxic relationship with SuperHero but thinking it's normal while Villain is worried and tries to get them out of the said relationship? (also Villain does have feelings for Hero in this)"

Request #7

Warning: toxic/abusive relationship, physical & mental abuse.

This was a fun one! Definitely gotta write a part two later!

Enjoy! ^_^

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"Boss, we're in." - one of Villain's subordinates called from the side as they and a group of others operated the new spy drones the villain had recently got their hands on. The machines were tiny, smaller than a fingernail, and could be easily mistaken for an insect. Equipped with the best cameras around, they allowed Villain to easily snoop for information.

And what better first target to try them out on than Hero? Their hero, their nemesis. They would never admit it out loud, but Villain quite enjoyed the battles the two shared. Perhaps even a bit too much...

"Perfect!" - the villain exclaimed from their chair, excited grin adorning their face, "Let's see what we can find~."

The camera feed came to life on the giant monitor before them, and the sight that greeted them... made their stomach twist into a thousand knots.

"S-SuperHero, please! I-I'm sorry!" - Hero begged, lying on the floor of what appeared to be a bedroom. Their upper body was exposed, skin bruised in so many places Villain couldn't keep count.

SuperHero stood over them, hands clenching and power crackling in the air around them. They looked just about ready to murder the other hero.

Murder? The thought made Villain's heart grip with worry. But why should the villain care? They wanted their nemesis gone, didn't they?

No, they didn't. They knew that they didn't.

"I told you not to fuck this up, and what did you do?" - the superhero growled out, their anger unlike anything Villain had ever seen from them before.

"YOU FUCKED IT UP!" - SuperHero yelled, grabbing Hero and throwing them across the room and into a wall. A pained cry left them, and they could only whimper as their body sunk to the floor. The hero didn't dare get up as the other approached them once more.

"VILLAIN FUCKING GOT AWAY AGAIN!" - a kick to their stomach made Hero cry out in pain a second time. SuperHero grabbed them by the hair and pulled them closer, screaming directly in their face, "ALL BECAUSE YOU'RE SUCH A WORTHLESS FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT!"

Hero was tossed once more, every part of them screaming in agony. They shook in terror as the superhero moved closer yet again. Their muscles tensed as SuperHero's form loomed over them. Hero prepared for their punishment to continue, for the pain to keep on coming.

Only for their partner to pass by them and go out the door, slamming it shut. The familiar click of a door locking entered the hero's ears as they released a shaky breath.

Villain sat there, frozen. Out of everything they had expected to see, this was not on the list. Weren't these two in a relationship?! Weren't they supposed to- to love each other or something?!

Hero's sobs and sniffles echoed across their lair as the villain silently watched their broken form curl up on the hard floor. Their gaze grew dark at the sight, a tinge of worry drowning in their rage.

"Cut the feed." - Villain said sternly after a moment, voice devoid of emotion. They stood from their chair and immediately went for the door.

"B-Boss, wait! Where are you-" - one of the henchmen tried but cut themself off as their employer turned around. The look in the villain's eyes made their blood run cold. Villain was never a bad boss by any means, as they never hurt or threatened their employees.

But that look... It made everyone in the room tense up. It was like locking gazes with a hungry predator, and it made the henchmen feel like prey. It made them realize...

Villain was out for blood.

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Hero had been lying on the floor for what felt like hours, and it probably was. They had run out of tears a while ago now. They wanted to move but couldn't bring themself to. Everything just hurt so much. Even breathing was a struggle.

At least the cold floor helped numb some of their pain, but still... Hero knew they deserved this...

They let Villain get away again. They should've captured the criminal, but they failed. They failed like they always do. Hero was such a waste of space. Why was SuperHero even still with them? Hero was truly nothing but a burden on their partner. They always had to take care of Hero, always had to waste their time and remind them how pathetic they were. SuperHero was too good for them. They deserved better than Hero. They should just leave them already. They should get rid of Hero. They should-

The door unlocked.

The hero tensed up, curling up into a tight ball, preparing for the pain as the door was opened, and a pair of footsteps slowly approached them. The person walked in front of them and kneeled down to their level. Hero's breathing grew shakier with each passing second. Why was nothing happening?!

They were about to beg, but before a single word could leave them, they cringed as a hand landed on their head.

Hero was prepared for that hand to roughly grab them, to pull them up by their hair, to hurt them. In their terror, they failed to realize that the stranger was gently petting them, their fingers running through their hair. Only when they spoke did Hero's mind register what was happening.

"Hero?" - came a hushed whisper. That voice... Hero knew that voice. It... It was...

"V-Villain..?" - the hero mewled, voice broken and hoarse. Confusion overtook their eyes as they continued, "W-What are you... doing here..?"

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here to get you out of here." - the villain comforted them or tried to anyway. Their response seemed to have only terrified Hero that much more, their eyes widening with fear.

"B-But- But SuperHero..." - Hero whimpered, their body shaking once more. The villain hushed them again and gently picked them up in a bridal carry. Villain noticed how the other shuddered from their touch but snuggled into their chest nonetheless, their arms loosely wrapping around the villain's neck.

"So terrified of contact... and yet so desperate for it..." - Villain thought to themself, pity making their chest ache. Even they weren't this lonely! And for the hero to be like this... For their Hero to be so ruined...

It was unacceptable.

Villain swore that they would make sure Hero knew what real love and care looked like. They would show them how a real relationship worked.

They would make sure SuperHero paid for this.

Returning to reality, the villain insured that they had a good grip on their hero and walked out of the room. They moved with haste through Hero's house, as they had no time to spare. In their earlier fury and concern, all logic had left them. Villain had just rushed over to save the hero, without even considering that SuperHero might still be lurking around.

"Gah! Why is this house so damn big?!" - the villain thought to themself as they turned another corner, concern starting to eat away at them. They could technically just fly out the window with the help of their powers, but they wanted to avoid drawing attention. The streets were littered with people and other heroes, and Villain would have an advantage if nobody saw them stealing the hero away. Sneaking in here was already hard enough, but now they needed to get out before-

"You... YOU..."

-SuperHero saw them. As Hero's 'partner' began to charge straight at them down the long hall Villain froze at their enraged gaze, but their hero's shaky grip on their shoulders brought them back into reality.

The villain turned on their heel, and just as the superhero's hand brushed against their back, as the air around them crackled from SuperHero's anger, they summoned their power and jumped into the air. They flew through the house, speeding like their life depended on it.

Because, well, it did. Not just Villain's life... but their hero's life as well.

Flying around the inside of a building was already difficult enough, but doing it while panicking and carrying someone in their arms? It was a nightmare, but Villain was determined. They were determined to never let SuperHero lay another finger on Hero.

As Villain turned another sharp corner, they nearly crashed into the wall, barely catching themself just in time. As they regained their bearings, a giant window greeted them at the end of the hall, and seeing as they have already been spotted, Villain decided to just go for it.

They bolted for the window, tightened their grip on Hero, and, at the last second, twisted their body around midair. They winced as they crashed through the glass with their back, shielding the hero from the sharp shards.

As blood dripped from their fresh wounds, the villain ignored the pain and dashed up into the sky, hiding amidst the dark clouds looming over the city. Once they were out of sight, they headed straight for their lair, never looking back.

Meanwhile, down on the ground, SuperHero looked up into the sky where the two had just disappeared, a tiny disabled drone sitting in their hand that they could barely stop themself from breaking into pieces.

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Hero groaned as they awakened from their slumber. At some point during their and Villain's escape, they had passed out. The hero vaguely remembered the villain taking them high up into the clouds and nothing else past that. They tried to open their eyes and take in their surroundings but only managed to whine as their head exploded with pain.

The hero felt like they were burning up, it was just so hot for some reason. They have been feeling rather sickly the past few days, so perhaps they were running a fever? They tried to pry their eyes open once more but stopped as something gently landed on their forehead and made them flinch out of reflex.

They whimpered as a hand touched their head, petting their hair. However, a familiar hushing sound brought some of their senses back. They finally recognized the coolness on their brow as a wet cloth. And that hand and voice, it was unmistakable.

"V..Vill..ain...?" - the hero tried but only ended up getting themself into a coughing fit. Their throat felt drier than a desert, with some cactus spikes scratching at it as a bonus.

As if their mind was being read, a cup of water was brought to their lips. The hand from before carefully lifting their head so that they could drink. Hero swallowed every drop of the precious liquid, the pain in their throat easing as their head was laid back down.

Finally, albeit with some difficulty, they managed to blearily open their eyes, blinking a few times to adjust their vision. They were lying in a soft bed of what appeared to be a guest bedroom, a fluffy blanket covering their still naked torso. Looking up, Hero was met with the concerned face of Villain.

"Wait... Con...cerned...?" - they pondered, why would their nemesis be worried about them...? And now that they thought about it more... Why...

"Why... d...did...you...?"

"Someone had to get you out of there." - Villain cut in, wanting to spare Hero's throat the struggle. "And before you ask how I even knew you needed help, I happened to be... ah... spying on you at the time."

"H...Help...?" - the hero voiced their confusion, completely ignoring - or perhaps not registering - the 'spying' part as their eyebrows slightly furrowed, "I... didn't need... help..."

Villain frowned at their words. Hero could see the concern on the other's face growing even more as they voiced their own confusion, "What do you mean you 'didn't need help'? They were hurting you."

"No... That's... normal... They were just... trying to... help... me... be better..." - Hero muttered out, they thought this would clear things up, but their explanation seemed to only upset the villain more.

"Hero, that's not- Partners aren't supposed to hurt each other! That's not helping in the slightest!" - in their momentary anger Villain raised their voice too much, and regret immediately flooded them as they watched the hero flinch and cower away from them, fresh tears making their eyes glossy.

"No, Hero- I-" - the villain tried hastily but stopped themself, seeing as their sudden movements only rattled the poor hero even more. Instead, they took in a small breath, did their best to relax their tense posture, and slowed down, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. I..."

"P-Please don't be angry..." - the hero whined, scared the villain would suddenly do a one-eighty and hit them. However, to Hero's confusion, Villain's face was only decorated with pain and concern, no anger or rage to be seen. They weakly gripped the blanket covering them in their nerves.

In a hushed whisper, the villain responded, "No, I'm- I'm not angry with you." They gently took hold of one of Hero's hands and did their best to comfort them, "It's okay. I promise I'm not angry with you. Nobody here will hurt you, I promise. You're safe here."

As Villain left a small kiss on their knuckles, Hero watched them, still rather unconvinced, "B-But if you're not angry... T-Then why did you y-yell?" - they whimpered, the sound twisting the other's heart even more.

"I am angry, but not with you, Hero." - the villain's words only confused the hero even more. If Villain wasn't mad at them, then... then at who? Hero was the one who messed everything up all the time!

"I'm angry with SuperHero. They hurt you. They hurt you, and you don't even realize it..."

"B-But..." - Hero tried to argue, but Villain gently hushed them again, putting their hand back down.

"For now, just get some more rest, okay? And when you wake up, I'll have some food ready for you so you can eat."

Hero wanted to protest but found that they were too exhausted to even try. They only whined tiredly as Villain gently flipped the cloth on their forehead over, refreshing coolness spreading through their head once more. And combined with the villain softly petting their head, Hero was out like a light within moments.

Villain stayed like that for a few minutes, watching the hero sleep. Their gaze grew fond as they observed the slow rise and fall of the other's chest. Soon, however, they retreated out of the room, letting their rage overtake their features. They were well aware that SuperHero would come and find them. So, they had no time to waste. The villain had to prepare.

They had to be ready to protect their Hero.

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