Masterlist
bridgerton
benedict bridgerton
☾ blueberry macarons (fluff)
☾ id look for you in a crowded room (fluff)
☾ compromised (angst)
☾ enchanted (fluff)
colin bridgerton
☾ nose kisses (fluff)
anthony bridgerton
marauders
james potter
remus lupin
☾ pleading (angst)
sirius black
lily evans
poly!marauders
marvel
bucky barnes
sam wilson
steve rodgers
peter parker
natasha romanoff
matt murdock
☾ taking care of you (fluff) (disabled!reader)
frank castle
☾ home (fluff)
peaky blinders
thomas shelby
john shelby
☾early mornings(fluff)
arthur shelby
alfie solomons
☾ dancing (fluff)
the boys
hughie campbell
☾ you gotta eat (fluff)
☾ massages (fluff)
billy butcher
frenchie
☾ one of them (angst)
outerbanks
jj maybank
pope heyward
john b routledge
sarah cameron
kiara carrera
rafe cameron
stranger things
eddie munson
steve harrington
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@rosekillermicrofic / lies / 415 words / rated M/ Cook Barty meets produce guy Evan
for u babes @fromagony @star4daisy @godsofwoes @bellaxisworld <3
If this is how I die it’s alright was all Barty could think as Evan finished working his tongue around his cock. They had been fucking for close to a year now. When he started flirting with the produce guy, he did it for fun, he was bored that day doing prep when the new guy arrived.
He had been working at that shitty restaurant for far too long if he was honest. He only got along with Dorcas, the Head Cook, but as the new place was about to open she practically left this shithole to Barty and was never there anymore. So when a shiny new toy came in with a tight ass and tired bags under unholy green eyes, he found a way to entertain himself. He never expected for Evan to bite back, let alone for him to leave marks behind.
He became obsessed with Evan. It all started with Barty trying to find any excuse to get Evan close. To grab his hand, then his waist, and eventually his ass. Evan returned every gesture right back at Barty.
It was Evan who pushed him into the employee’s bathroom and kissed him for the first time. That day Barty felt like a teenager, almost leaving a mess on his work pants because a pretty boy was touching him. But Evan didn’t just touch Barty, he devoured him, with his hands, his mouth, his teeth, his nails. He clenched to Barty’s skin, his scent, and to his bones.
Barty went home that day and dreamed of Evan. He woke up and jerked off to Evan. He went to work and waited for Evan. It was only Evan.
Barty tried to tell himself that it was just an itch. That if he fucked Evan it would go away. And so he did, but the itch was still there. So he thought he needed Evan to fuck him. And so Evan did, but the itch was still there. Every fucking time he had the man under his grip, his waist in his hands, his cock in his mouth, his eyes fixated on Barty, he knew. It was all lies. Evan was not an itch he could ever get rid of, nor did he want to. Evan had branded him, through bruises and scratches, Barty could trace every part of his body that belonged to Evan, including his heart.
Desperation had never felt so good. He didn’t care, not as long as Evan remained his.
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