#you can also turn the body hair off so you can have smooth old men too! if you want that!

[iwaasfairy]

┌─ “ ! „ SPARKSTONE

tw. blood kink, noncon, pain play, lashing/whipping, toji’s foul n mean, degradation, prostitution, daddy kink, kinda size kink as always w me heheghe wordcount. 4.6k

a/n. thank you a million to the loveliest friends who always keep me goin when i'm having a hard timEEE rhi, wil and dymmiEE thanK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR betaing ily so much ♡ i hope i did the big man justice he is so yucky n i love it,, also extra shOutout n love dym bc she gave me the vision i saw i came i had to have it so !! iLY ILY ILY

fushiguro toji x fem!reader

If you know one thing from your years hiding in the shadows of the more powerful, it’s that danger has a taste. It sticks to your skin, longing for an opening. And tightens around your organs as you swallow it down, setting your hairs on end. Instinctually, humans know danger when they sense it, and by that same measure, they’re usually smart enough to hide before they get found. You might be simple prey in the eyes of the strong, but you hate the feeling deeply, and avoid it where you can.

You’re always aware of eyes that trail you, and you can smell it in the air.

The burgundy walls and nice chandelier bloom like a flower when it gets dark out. It fits the business. Like moths to a flame, that warmth lures men with a promise of a warm body and expert secrecy, and usually that’s plenty. Luckily for you, most of them leave before their wives start to wonder, which means you don’t have to deal with the drunk and impatient by the time you come in for a shift by early morning. Your days are easy, if you pretend you don’t know what types of people stumble home from their rooms in the seedier back of the building. Smelling of booze and body fluids and most of all, sex. That’s how it is.

Sorcerers are people too, by your cousin’s words. He’s not wrong. By the types of people that come in and out of the doors day and night, he made a smart investment starting this place a few years ago, and you’re grateful to get to work here. There’s no place for small-fry cursed energy users out in the daylight— and you’re not exactly dying to lay your life down for others in the first place. It’s this, or even less savory jobs for those people like you, who see things that others don’t. You’re more than happy with a simple life sitting behind the front desk, and going home to crash before the grosser individuals have a chance to harass you.

Which is why your skin itches a bit when the soft cling of the bell sounds so late it’s early. You’ve barely had enough time to open the doors. For not the first time, there’s a soft buzz of a warning sign that greets you as you sigh. Isn’t 5 in the morning a little early for even the more degenerate types? You get up to hang your jacket in the back room as you hear heavy steps make it into the foyer, and swallow. The slight pulling of cold under your skin has your lips pressed tight, swallowing. They don’t ring the bell, don’t yell or break things, don’t even talk. But they also don’t turn to leave.

So you smooth your hands down your pants, and eventually walk back to your spot behind the counter. It’s still dark out, still has the uncomfortable pressure that lingers as you cast a quick glance around the room.

And all you see is eyes that pull a cold shiver up your spine so quick it freezes you in place. The dark figure is splayed out with his arms over one of the couches, but those sharp eyes don’t move an inch from you when you meet them. Narrowed in their cold, metal blue darkness, and all-consuming. The man is not young, not old - but definitely older than you, scarred and quiet, and you can’t help it- when that foul, dangerous taste wells up in your mouth in the form of saliva.

After only a few seconds, you grab the phone and ring a number one, taking it off the horn for your own safety. It rings as the man gets up with a sigh and walks towards you, only leaving the space of the desk between you two. There's a soft mumble on the other side of the call, but because the horn is pressed to your desk, you can’t make out exactly what’s said before the customer - you assume he’s a customer, judging by the foul sort of stench of death that follows him around - clears his voice.

Only a sorcerer can have that sort of smell, and no sorcerer would enter here if not out for one thing. You don’t normally do intake, you realize as your hand trembles just slightly. You leave the horn of the phone for a pen instead, and try to rid your throat of the thick block that pushes on your windpipe. “Welcome. How can I help you?”

The man’s hair is messy, lazy, much like his clothing is; and he takes a moment to look around before his eyes flick to the stack of notes before you, the phone, and then you again. “Ah, uhm. Are there rooms open this late? Or early, I guess.” He ends up saying, a bored sort of lilt to his deep voice. You can’t even meet his eyes, but you can feel the painfully intense stare that doesn’t move from you again as you put on your best smile.

“There- should be, yes. Hmm, let’s see. Do you have a preferred girl you’d like to see here today?” Your hand only stops shaking when you press the tip of the pen to paper, if only to give your hand something to do as you quickly flick between the pages of the book.

“Not really.” He runs his hand under his nose, before leaning both forearms onto the desk and invading your space too much. You barely resist the urge to jerk back entirely, and feel the heat travel between you two. See, you were never able to fight curses. But you did always have a good nose, and his presence is like maggots crawling around under your skin. It’s unbearable. Your lids flutter as you stop flicking, and just focus on not throwing up entirely. Every part of him stinks of rot, oozing danger enough to suffocate you.

You simply pick one of the names at random, and start digging through the shelf for the correct key as fast as you can. Your heart hammers in your chest like that of a hummingbird, and is almost loud enough to keep you from hearing him when he speaks again. You can’t quite bear to meet his gaze, but one look up at his mouth reveals a tiny sort of curl to his lips that’s just as upsetting as the stench that swirls around the room. Everything feels wrong, and you want to stop yourself from hurling your guts out over the table. The man taps his finger on the counter a few times. “Are you new?”

Your head shakes faster than you can think about the answer. It wouldn’t be of any use lying anyway. For some reason, you feel like he’d be able to see right through you. When you finally find the right key, you feel like a weight lifts from your chest, and you slide it across the stone towards him. “I always work the morning shift, I don’t do nights.”

“Hm.” He doesn’t need to say anything else. Only when you slide the paper form across the table too,  do you notice the call has disconnected - you’re not sure for how long - and you manage to force your eyes up to face him for just long enough not to seem impolite. But your blood still feels uncomfortable and itchy, even when he slowly picks up the pen and starts writing his name down at the top of the form. After a few seconds, he clicks the pen to his chin, and looks down at you with a coy smile as he straightens up. “Actually, what about you? You’re a skittish, little thing, and I have a bit of a hunger for something light and fresh today— I had the longest night ever.”

His scar pulls when the smile gets a bit more predatory, and you feel pinned in place like an insect under a magnifying glass when he aims the pen at you. “Looks like you’re a good listener, sweet girl.”

“I- I-” you start, stepping back until your back hits the wall and even then, there’s not nearly enough space between you and him, “I just work as a receptionist. I don’t do-” You might puke after all. Those eyes only seem to get wider when your bottom lip wobbles, and you feel the sick sense of glee he gets rather than see it. You don’t think -no, you know- you couldn’t take him in a fight, but still your fists ball up tight.

The lift dings though, to your relief, and a familiar face rushes out to give you an up and down. Your cousin’s got a bed head, deep grooves under his eyes as he jogs up beside you. “What the hell, you’re fine! When you didn’t respond on the phone I thought something might’ve happened to you.” You can’t say anything back, but you’re so glad to see him your mouth drops open and a little whimper comes out of your throat despite yourself. The young man frowns, before glancing to his side and - pauses. You can’t exactly place the expression he gets, but he must feel what you’re still feeling laced in the air, because he blinks a few times before taking a step back. “What’s this?”

“I was just telling him I’m- o-only a front desk worker,” you start, shuffling uncomfortably when those steely eyes find your body, giving you an awfully unsubtle once over. Pig. He doesn’t even bother to hide the way he’s undressing you with his eyes. Your cousin thankfully hums in agreement, and crosses his arms over his chest. “So-”

The brazen noiret doesn’t hesitate to nod though. And the confident tone from earlier doesn’t waver a bit. It’s like he’s barely inconvenienced by your statement at all. Like you’re playing hard to get. You’re not. "That's fine by me. But I’m going to be the exception.” Under his sloppy clothing, there’s no doubt he’s fit. He’s tall, and obviously wired with thick muscle that makes his shirt cling to his biceps, even more when he crosses over the furniture to reach a hand out to you, and make your shivers so much worse. “Come, little deer. I’m gonna have some fun with you.”

Your cousin places a hand on the other man’s shoulder though. “She’s not that kind of employee, sir. I’m gonna have to ask you to leave, or else-”

“Or else what?” You swear you can feel a pin drop when his eyes finally move away from you, now at the other man. Your heart still beats wildly. “How about this, huh. You let me play with your little friend here, and I’ll decide not to kill you, her and then everyone in here for making my long night even longer.” He doesn’t even have to straighten up for you to feel like he means it. Even without flashing a weapon, or pulling out some fancy cursed technique, do you feel the increase in thick waves of tension; drowning you in that same, rotting stench of incoming disaster. You can’t ignore it, can’t do anything but gasp shallow, little breaths when he does round on your family, squaring up to him.

Though they’re both about as tall, the stranger’s built like a brick wall. He must know that, because he laughs. “I’ll be very nice to her, don’t worry.” His eyes tell everyone daring to take a peek that he doesn’t mean it, but at least you don’t flinch when he looks at you this time. Ah, that’s right. You really do hate sorcerers. The black haired man walks past to come grab your arm, and tosses the key you provided him earlier high into the air before catching it. It instantly is too tight, and hurts. You plant your heels into the floor, hang back with your whole body. You want to scream. Your other hand claws at his strong palm -wrung like a vice around your wrist- and you start to whimper.

“N-wait, let me go. I don’t work here like that, I- leave me alone, let me go!” You get pulled along anyway, like you’re a toddler throwing a tantrum; he yanks you with barely any effort and sends you stumbling behind him. “No, I don’t want- aniki! Aniki, tell him- I’m not- I’m not for sale.” Hair whips around as you try to plead with the man left standing in the lobby, but though he looks guilt-stricken and apologetic, he doesn’t move from his spot. You don’t have a say in the way the man dressed in all black drags you behind, even when you try to make yourself dead weight and stop him. “No, no, no, wait, please! Kou aniki! Kou~ help me!”

You get it.

“Let me go! Let me go, pl-please! Hck.” Your voice breaks when wetness spills down to your hot cheeks. Really, you do get it. But the lamb still spooks when presented with the gun, even if it doesn’t run.

You’re sat on the edge of the bed as tears run down your cheeks and drip off your nose.

You can’t imagine it makes for a very appealing sight, but whether it’s indifference or sexual gratification, it’s clear your grief doesn’t matter to him. Toji, he said his name is, but you only know that ‘so you can cry it later’. It makes you sick - the sight of him makes you want to dig your nails into your own palms until you bleed. This is how it is for the weak everywhere, right? Sit and wait to die. As the cold embraces your body again, you sniffle, but wipe the tears away. You’re not a fan of waiting.

If he’s going to do it, better do it quick. Before you decide to start biting anyway. The dim lighting of the reddish room doesn’t do anything to warm the mood except make you even more aware of him as he kicks off sandals, slowly, demanding attention. He stares you down like a predator keeps an eye on his prey. The scent is still suffocating, but there’s a more alarming feeling blanketing your senses now. You’re scared. There’s nothing you can do about it, it’s in the goosebumps on your skin as he walks closer, and you scoot back onto the soft mattress to avert your eyes to yourself.

You’d rather go out kicking and screaming- but with your fear ran so high, you settle for the second best thing. “So, you’re not going to kill everyone, but just me, huh?” He’s taking off his belt as you ball your hands in the fabric, and force yourself to watch him under heavy lashes, with as much hatred as you can. “You like that? Scaring girls half your size?” You’re not sure either why you’re running your mouth. It must be the high of incoming death. “Does that make you feel powerful?” He doesn’t even pause, and pulls his shirt over his head to drop it aside too, then licks his lips.

After a slight moment of silence, he just shrugs. “Yeah. It does.” You scramble back until you reach the head of the bed, and pull your knees to your body. And the man crawls closer anyway, reaching to grab one of your ankles and drag you back. You don’t know why you’re struggling. It’d be easier if you laid down and died. As if reading your mind, he chuckles as he yanks you down until you’re spread out on your back, and pins you in place beneath his heavy body. “Don’t be so frightened. I’m not actually going to kill you.” He pushes over you, and makes sure you’re nose to nose when he talks next, basically drooling as you try to escape from him. “Just going to hurt you pretty bad. Don’t you like that?”

You struggle against him, but it’s not enough. He ties your hands to the bed painfully tight, letting the frayed edge of the rope burn into your skin each time you move- and proceeds to cut your clothes off with the knife that was hidden in his waistband. The torturous pace at which he does everything is almost worse, setting your entire body on end with anticipation. You thrash against him as he places a thigh either side of your body, and grabs your face in a large, rough hand. Once again you feel reminded that you’re really nothing in the face of someone more powerful. It’s frustrating. It’s annoying, and hurtful, and a migraine starts gnawing at your head as you glare up at him. And he almost pouts at you in mockery. “It’s cute that you’re trying so hard. You can cry, you know?” He leans in to lick along the shell of your ear down to your neck. “It’s going to happen sooner or later anyway. Why deny yourself?”

The hot touch of his tongue sears into your skin like it’s poison. You try to pull your wrists loose again, to no avail. The skin just feels achy and burning. “That’s really what you want to do, right? Cry for mommy and daddy to save you?” When he pushes back up to your mouth, laying his filthy lips on you again, you’re quicker than you think - and actually manage to bite him. It’s not enough to cause much damage before he jerks back, clenching one hand over your mouth to shut you up. But he runs a thumb along his bottom lip, and slowly starts grinning. Blood glitters on that finger before he licks it away, and raises his dark eyebrows at you. “Aren’t you brave…”

Before you have time to prepare yourself, that heavy palm meets your cheek, stinging it all over and rushing blood to the surface — it’s hard enough to pull real tears out of you, and your nose to start running as you bury your face into your arm. The sting spreads under the surface like fire. The low chuckle he lets out is mean and predatory, definitely when he takes that as an opening to start groping you through your bra, and soon that’s shoved up too to let him pet all over you. “Good. I don’t have to feel bad about all this, then.”

“Mh- hck-,” you whimper, trying to ignore the painful tugs he gives your nipples, pinching you. It still sends heat to your belly, and somehow that’s the most embarrassing thing of all. You hate him. More than anyone. “I-”

“Don’t say you’re sorry. I won’t believe you anyway.” He quickly whispers back, leaning in to force his mouth to yours and kiss you, tongue pushing against your teeth until you give in. He tastes like blood. His own, from the cut that’s not yet closed up; and he kisses like he’s trying to consume you. Rough hands knead and toy with your tits until you start squirming, before they glide down and make enough space to peel your panties down your thighs torturously slow. “Ahh, you look good like this. So pretty. Stay there.” He chuckles to himself as he gets up and you whine, not for him, but more his dragging it out. It’s not like you have a choice about staying…

When he comes back to you, something cold makes you jerk your eyes open. It’s something long and capped metal at the end, not sharp enough to stab you clean through— but it’s still hard and sharp and anxiety has you freezing below him. “Wh- what, what are you-” Would anyone even come help if you screamed? 

Toji slaps the thing into his palm a few times, before those mean eyes glide over you, and you find yourself crossing your legs tight to protect your most sensitive areas instinctively. The sound of the metal whipping through the air is more than enough to put fear into you. Your lip trembles when he gets back onto the bed, and mirth plays in his eyes. “This is going to hurt.” Then he whips his hand down and instantly, your eyes shoot open with pain. Blood splatters as he cuts you open, each impact leaving a cut and nasty thumping that will make a bruise, telltale sign of a cursed tool.

“Ack- no, no- please stop! Stop, stop, please! Please, it hurts! It hurts!” Your eyes clench shut, but tears well up and come out anyway, making tracks down your cheeks. It stings so bad, and after even just a few lashings, you can’t stand it. Everything’s glowing and burning, hot all over as your knees knock together. Another whip has you trying to pull your arms out harder, to no avail. You don’t want to look, but the pain in your hands tells you that the heat running down your arm must be blood. Didn’t he say he wasn’t going to kill you? “Please, please, Toji. I’ll do anything! Anything, please- j-just no more.”

“I refuse.”

“Please~” you sob, only opening your eyes to see how he stands bent over you with his tongue caught between his teeth, head tilted in curiosity like a dog. The whip is dripping red, hot blood down onto his hands, and though it seems impossible to have so much blood coating everything- it’s yours, right? He stays quiet for a moment or two, and the thick tears wobble over your vision. “Please, I don’t want to die. Please. Please. I’m -” your throat closes up when he leans his heavy weight down over you and hovers his lips over your mouth, “I’m beg-begging you.” One hand comes up to grab your face, and he buries his nose into your throat, where a wet tongue starts swiping along your skin.

The soft groan he lets out is foul, coming back up with his mouth full of your blood, and he grins. “Keep going. Beg like a good girl~” Then he dips down, forcing his tongue and the coppery, familiar taste into your mouth, melting his lips to yours as he hums. His strong chest meets your naked, pitiful form as one hand comes down to yank your leg up around him, and the kissing gets more distracting, warmer, deeper — you want him to stay just like this. “Keep talking,” he whispers again, lower this time, and when you’re opening your eyes his stained hands are back to kneading your tits. “You’re sort of cute covered like this, whining like a baby. C’mon.”

Red’s covering everything. Every cut on your body is searing and tight and painful, and he’s pushing his thumbs along the closing wounds as if he’s trying to leak every last drop out of you; but you can’t really feel it. It must be adrenaline you feel coursing through your veins like a drug, goading your heart into pumping so hard you can see it bounce through the skin. “Pl-please.” Your chest rattles, as he watches you. As he degrades you, lifting both your legs up to your chest to spread you for him. “Please, Toji. Please f-fuck me instead. I w- need you to.” He takes the knife used to cut off your clothes, and ever so slowly drags it along the supple inside of your thighs.

And though you jerk, and your jaw clenches while tears fall, you can’t help it. You’re shaking your head, but your pussy clenches around nothing. “Please, please, need you. I’m sorry, I want- I want it. I wan’it… daddy.” Despite the short inhale he takes, sharp eyes pinning you beneath him like the crying mess you are, it’s not his reaction that has you blushing, heat filling your entire face with that cottony feeling. You’re so fucking weak. It’s pathetic.

“Hah,” he snorts when watching you wiggle and cry, presenting your wet, little hole to him, “whiny brat.” His hand lands onto your pussy and it makes you jerk again, squirming against his strong grip, before he turns his palm to grind into your clit and his fingers teasing into the soft folds. The wet squelching doesn’t stop the stinging tingling down your entire body, but - it’s also so unfair. You can feel yourself drip as his thick fingers slide in and out of you again and again, pushing into your plush walls just right. “Call out for daddy, go on.” You don’t want to know how much of it is blood, or how much is your own body betraying you.

You don’t see when he takes off his boxers, now finally as naked as you are - but you do see it when he starts rubbing the head of his heavy cock over your slicked up slit, catching your clit every once in a while. He cocks one brow at you at your silence, and softly hums a deep, raspy breath. You really are weak. “Daddy, daddy, please- pl-hck- please put it in, I’m losing my mind.”

“Seems like it,” he mumbles back, a cocky grin reappearing right before he grabs himself by the base and leads his fat cock inside you with no further warning. He’s too big as soon as he shoves himself inside halfway, grabbing your hair as you wiggle against him. The other half is forced deeper as his cock bumps your walls, makes your pussy drool and clench, and your mouth hangs open as you try to keep from screaming. Your back lifts off the bed a few times, legs opening wider to make room for his thick thighs as he bottoms out and stretches you too thin. “That’s a nice noise.” He’s laughing.

You can’t relate. Your entire body feels wound too tight, legs locking around his glutes in the naïve hope for some reprieve— before he pulls back and holds himself above you. Scared pecs and arms flex when he pulls all the way out, only to thrust back in too deep and have you choking on it. It’s hitting so deep it leaves you speechless. “Make it again,” he gloats as he chuckles into your face, before kissing you again, and this time he bites your lip, hard enough to taste copper. Oh, fuck. You cling onto the ropes for dear life with your numb fingers, and try to wrap your legs back around him with a choked whimper; but you can’t.

You’re shaking, and your pussy’s clenching and sucking around him hard each time his hips meet yours and heavy balls smack against your ass. You feel like he’s going to fuck you through the wall. Drool’s mixed with the blood you swallow, letting his tongue melt to yours, and make you even more needy for air. Each pump inside you gushes more slick out of your cunt, lewd noises and ‘pap’s filling the room along with his grunts. And you only pull away to gasp, and get pulled down onto him again and again. “Daddy, daddy, I’m- gonna- cum.”

And he plants a hand on your throat to squeeze until your eyes cross, free hand going to hold your shivering thighs in place as he buries his cock deep into your plush walls. “Dumb, dumb girl- I don’t need- ugh- you to tell me that.” You’re folded double entirely as he keeps the rhythm entirely ruthless, and your belly starts tightening under your body jerks shut around him, crying out. You can’t even feel your hands anymore, and your breathing’s so shallow and confused you’re lightheaded. Your toes curl so hard you feel like you’ll pass out, but Toji doesn’t stop. Not even when hot ropes of cum fill the heat of your spasming pussy up and spill out— he doesn’t even slow.

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[toxicanonymity]

Pre-tlou Joel being part of a raiding group, coming across reader, and Joel claiming her for himself. Possessive non con 🥵

Raider (Original)

800 words, dark!Joel Miller x f!Reader

RAIDER MASTER LIST | joel master

WARNINGS - NSFW I8+ Noncon (via implicit threat) unsafe PIV, pet names and praise, oral m, dark, posessive. Joel can pick reader up. Obviously do not condone these things irl.

"Drop her," he booms at the men who are dragging you kicking and screaming as they bicker about who goes first. "Now."

"Relax Miller, there's plenty to go around," one of the guys says and beckons him to join. "Ain't that right, sweetie?" The man adds, lifting your chin with the butt of his rifle.

Miller raises his gun. "I said drop her." They don't. Miller fires a warning shot and they finally do. "Tired of you rookies," Miller says. "Show some respect."

"Yes sir." The men compose themselves and disperse.

Relief washes over you. He's saving you. You're going to get out of this unscathed. You stand up and begin to hobble away, sore from being smacked around.

Miller trains his gun on you. "Don't you fuckin' dare."

You raise your hands in surrender.

"Good girl, now c'mere."

You hesitantly approach him and he throws you over his shoulder. He carries you back inside, into a bedroom, and throws you down on an old mattress. Another man approaches and stands in the doorway. He tells Miller "Oooh, nice find." The man starts unbuckling his own belt.

"Did I say I was sharin'? Go do your goddamn job." He aims his gun at the man. The man gulps, buckles his belt, and scurries away. Joel closes the door behind him and locks it.

-

"Alright now, sweet pea." Miller unbuckles his belt. The blood drains from your face.

"Be a good girl and this'll be over quick, okay?"

You nod. At least there's only one of him.

He palms himself over his tactical pants then takes out his raging erection. It's imposing. You're afraid.

His boots thud as he approaches the mattress. He looms over you. "Now, you're gonna suck this cock and you're gonna like it, understand?" He strokes himself and his brow furrows as he looks at you.

You nod.

"Cause you don't want me passin' you to those guys, trust me."

You nod as tears prickle your eyes. You get up on your knees and take him into your mouth - not all of him, it's impossible, but you try. He puts his hands on the back of your head and fucks your face.

This can’t be over soon enough, but you also can’t deny a feeling growing between your legs. Having his cock in your mouth makes you tingle. It’s so hard, and his precum tastes nice and salty.

“Look at me,” he demands. You don’t want to look him in the eye, so you focus on his messy brown hair. It’s nice.

“Doin' great, sweet pea. Now do me a favor and pull down your pants.”

You take him out of your mouth and wipe the slobber off your lips. He half-smiles with a twinkle in his eye and strokes himself as you pull down your pants.

“Where do you want it, sweet pea?” He squats down and fingers you. Your cheeks burn when he smiles at your wetness. “This one?” he asks and enters you with two fingers.

You nod. It’s preferable to the alternative.

“Alright, you want it like this or you wanna turn around?”

You still don’t want to look him in the eye, so you turn around on all fours. He yanks your pants off to make room for himself between your legs.

“Good girl,” he says. He kneels behind you, then you feel the smooth head of his cock at your entrance. He plunges into you about half way with a grunt, pulls back a little, then plunges forward again, bottoming out with a throaty sigh. Your eyes well up in tears, but your body welcomes the intrusion.

“Damn, you’re tight,” he says as he fucks you, hands on your hips, pulling you back with each thrust. “Good thing I kept ya all for myself. They would’ve ruined this pretty little hole.” The tip of his cock pushes a special button inside you with each thrust, and you begin to unravel.

He’s quiet for a minute, save for his grunts. His grunts turn into moans, then you feel him twitch inside you.

He pulses violently, his large hands jerking you back into him as he pumps you full of hot cum. His pulsations send you and you groan as your own climax is pulled from your depths, contracting on his cock.

“Well damn,” he says when you’re both finished. “It’s a good day for both of us.”

He pulls out and you collapse onto the mattress. He comes around and looks you in the face and you look up at him with watery eyes. He cups your cheek affectionately and reassures you he’ll guard the room for you until everyone’s loading up to leave.

-

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[ma1dmer]

Baldur's Gate - Kar'niss NSFW

pathetic men are my bread and butter,

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): anything you say goes, he'll kneel at your feet and ask you what can he do to help you, what do you want from him, he just lives to serve, he needs your guidance, you'll also find that more often than not, he is the one that needs the aftercare

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): genuinely everything about you, this man is so infatuated its a problem, if you let him he'd spend hours simply exploring your body, how perfectly you are made, what a gift you are to him, his worship of you desperate and aching

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): he is definitely the kind to want to clean you up after he cums inside of you, he'll pull out and immediately lift your hips up to his face, his tongue delving deep within you

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): he wants to breed you whether thats possible or not doesn't matter, he always holds onto you for a tad too long after he cums, grinding his hips against yours, holding your hips up at an angle, stroking your stomach before he moves to clean you up

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): i doubt that any experience he has had in his life really matters to how he is now, firstly being remade by Lolth herself and then being taken in by "the absolute", his old self is lost, but at least he can learn now, guide him gently or not and he is your willing student

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): on your back, your hips lifted high in the air supported by him, either for him to eat you out or to bury his cock in you

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): definitely more serious, if you laughed, he'd think you are laughing at him, his paranoia taking over

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): he is pretty smooth and hairless, considering both the drow and the drider parts of him

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): he is not exactly romantic, but he is very very passionate

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): he wants to watch you, he wants to see everything, he'll stand back eyes trained on you with such intensity, watching your every move, shivering when you look back up to him, when you are done he'll snatch your wrist up and clean your fingers with his tongue, thanking you for allowing him to watch you

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): body worship, praise, sub-dom dynamics, tying and being tied up

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): away from prying eyes, but he is not picky, whenever you want him he's more than happy to provide for you

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): praise, kindness, being nice to him, call it whatever you want, he is like a starving dog, offer him some kindness and he'll follow your every wish like the kicked puppy that he is

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): degradation, he might be okay with you rough housing him a bit, you are his saviour, you are his everything, but talking down to him makes him snap

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): he has a big oral fixation, he is sloppy, but whatever he lacks in technique he makes up for with enthusiasm, if you let him he'll spend hours between your thighs, barely coming up for air, whimpering at your taste

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): if you let him set his place he is fast and rough, mindlessly rutting into you with desperation, almost punishing you for his own need

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): he loves them, but he is never good with being quick, you have to be the one to pull away if you want to get back to your business

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): no, firmly no, he is surprisingly vanilla about things, even if in the moment it doesn't appear for that to be the case

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): as a drider, his stamina is unnatural, and sometimes he forgets you are merely a mortal, so caught up in the pleasure and the feel of you he does not notice when you go limp with exhaustion, when he does notice he yanks himself away, apologising profusely

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): he is not fond of them, he gets weirdly jealous, insecure about not being enough for you, angry and spiteful about it too

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he can not tease you, it's just not something he is capable of, he stands at your beck and call, if you say stop he stops, afraid he's displeased you in some way

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): he is loud, he talks and groans, he whimpers and pleads for you, he cannot keep himself quiet, you'll have to keep his mouth busy if you want him quiet, kiss him, shove your fingers down his throat, anything you'll give him, he'll take

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): he'd probably enjoy switching up your dynamic every now and then, he'd never suggest it himself you'd still have to take the reigns on that, it'd take a second, for him to be comfortable to take charge, but once he does, he'd get so into it, roughly pulling you this way and that, ordering you, calling you pet, using you like nothing more than a doll

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): i know , i know the lore, i have a Lolth tattoo ofc i know the lore, however.......

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): its not so much that he needs sex, its the only way he can get as close to crawling under your skin as he can, being inside you, watching you fall apart cause of him, thats what he needs, thats what he breathes for

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): as a drider he doesn't need to sleep a lot, usually he'll wait for you to fall asleep and then its just him spending his night watching over you, whispering about how blessed he is, making sure nothing harms you

[ebonyslasher]

Could you make a Candyman NSFW alphabet post or smut with him?

Spicy Alphabet: Candyman Edition

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Daniel uses his one hand to massage you down, allowing your body to completely relax. You didn't think it was possible, but he was an expert at giving his one hand massages. Once, you're completely melted, he cleans off any residue and lays beside you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Daniel: His legs. They're long, beefy, and smooth. They are quite powerful.

You: Your hips. It turns him on when they swish side to side as you walk and tease him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Ejaculates an average amount, but it’s honey?

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He did attempt to control the bees to help a previous partner get off…using the idea of old sex toys that were used by Cleopatra. It did NOT go well. The bees were angry at him, they wouldn't even come when he summoned them! At least he didn’t have to see that sex partner ever again. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Yes. He’s been “alive” as a ghost for a long time. Throughout the ages, he would occasionally have some fun with some very willing victims.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Neutral. He’s open to laugh and joke flirtatiously, like most older black men do. But, he can be quite serious when he needs to be. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Groomed. There’s no way a man dressed like that would not be

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Intimate. The way he takes you down and up, inside and out, wet and messy would be classified as a romantic experience. He leaves you utterly spoiled when he makes love to you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It’s quite hard to jack off if one of your arms is missing and then…the bees. So he just relies on sexual encounters with others. If he’s desperate to come, then he will just grind on something and ejaculate at the friction

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Nice fragrances or aromas, voyeurism, cumplay, massages

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your smiles, smelling good, flirting with him. Calling him daddy. Dressing up in lingerie under normal clothes.  

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Don’t argue, be mean, dismiss his abilities, or let him see that you’ve been with other people

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers giving. Daniel savors the taste of you with precision. The years of practice show through his tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and hard

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s the making love type, so he would rather take his time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, as long as no one gets hurt.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Moderate. He can last 20 to 30 minutes a session. He can go for 4 or 5 sessions in a day

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No, manufactured sex materials don’t really do it for him. Rather, he would be prefer to use it on you to see you writhe and grind.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He will verbally tease you as he slowly strokes against your sensitive walls.

"You were talking all that shit earlier, now look at you...my beautiful mess."

"You can do it baby, Daddy's got you. Yessss, feel it on through."

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Moderate. He grunts and has low moans. He’s also a dirty talker

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Since he ejaculates honey, he will lick it up (or have you do so) and spit swap when making out.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

9 inches length. 2 inch Width. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Average.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends. He entertains fake sleeping beside you, just to be close to you. Once you’re asleep, he will disappear. If you’re still awake, then he will take it as a challenge to put you to sleep.

[oletus-writer]

Different anon from the nightmare one but maybe we can get nsfw alphabet for Orpheus? He’s probably into some experimentations, both kink wise and the whole drugs/whatever thing

(We?) Hell yeah I’ll do that.

Orpheus NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: nsfw

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sex with Orpheus is not exactly the most rowdy, so he’s got more than enough energy to draw you a bath, clean you up, get some food, and smother you with cuddles. He’s a gentleman, after all, and wants to make sure you’re doing well regardless of whether or not he’s giving or receiving cock.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

His hands are his favourite part of him, as he writes with them, but also because how he can pleasure you in such ways only using such small tools. As for you, he enjoys your eyes, the windows to the soul, and how the pupils are blown wide while he fucks you. Simply, the information available to him from two organs draws him in.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s got a decent amount of cum, thin and salty, and he prefers to cum either inside you (with your consent) or on your face and chest.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to indulge in some roleplay, of the less nice variety, as he enjoys having power over an individual, sometimes. But he’s a gentleman, of course, and will discuss with you thoroughly beforehand what it entails.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

He’s read some erotica, for research, and has hooked up with many women before. As for men, he’s a bit less experienced, but is a quick and eager learner.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary’s a classic, and Orpheus is a bit old-fashioned when it comes to courtship. He enjoys seeing your expressions and pressing you underneath him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Oh, he’s rather serious, but will crack a joke or two if he sees that you’re nervous. His jokes aren’t too funny, per se, but it’s the thought that counts.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

He’s a gentleman, and a dapper one at that (or so he tells you) so naturally, he’s well-groomed, his thick wavy hair neatly trimmed. He doesn’t mind if you have hair, but would rather it be smooth, although he never tells you that.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? are they romantic?)

Despite some of the rough play, he’s very intimate in the moment and is more of a soft dom, than anything. He’ll kiss down your sternum while pounding you, whisper how good you’re doing while his hands worship.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcannon)

He doesn’t masturbate often, but does it to relieve some stress, when writing about it does not work.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s into things like aphrodisiacs, drugged sex (consensual, of course), sleep sex, all things that release your inhibitions and gives him a look at your raw state.

L = Location (favourite places to have sex)

The gentleman side of him prefers the bedroom, but he can’t deny the thrill of the thought of being caught, cocksitting in his office while he’s supposed to be writing, letting loose after a book signing, just in the back of the bookstore… he’s not opposed to any of it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on?)

Of course, old fashion flirting never goes wrong, and the classic touches to his waist, an breath in his ear, will get him hot and bothered. Still, if you go the extra mile and dress up for him a bit, you’ll find he’s a bit more enthusiastic than before.

N = No (what turns them off?)

He’s open to anything, really, except some stuff like scat, fetishes such as anthropophagolagnia (don’t search it up) and all such other strange and deranged things.

O = Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? how skilled are they?)

Fuck yeah, oral. Orpheus loves oral sex, and is extremely talented at it. He’s not too picky on whether or not he’s giving or receiving, but he prefers receiving.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

He usually sets a pretty slow pace, but can go fast if you’d like. He has no qualms about being rough and manhandling you, if you’ll let him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies)

Why not? Unlike some other people, quickies with him don’t become full-blown sessions, and it’s more often than not that Orpheus would go hard and heavy.

R = Risk (are they experimental? do they take risks?)

The more risks, the more fun, although a small part of him tells him not to. He’s very experimental as well, but knows his limits.

S = Stamina (how long do they last?)

His stamina is a bit on the low side, as he constantly spends his days sitting at a desk and writing if he’s not in any matches,

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them?)

He’s got a few toys, such as vibrators, dildos, and some bondage equipment, but that’s about it. He doesn’t use them often on himself, and keeps them for his potential lovers.

U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

He’s rather teasing, and enjoys it - when you tease him, less so, but the look on your face is all worth it. He’s not as patient to tease you the entire day as foreplay, but he manages to make you beg for him.

V = Volume (how loud are they?)

He moans a lot, but they’re soft and light, almost feminine, but he’s also quite vocal, describing everything he’s going to do to you.

W = Wild card (a random headcannon for the character)

He’s a writer, and, while not to stereotype, he has written erotica of the two of you before you started having sex. He’s explored his wildest fantasies through that medium, and he’s got his preferences sorted.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

I’m sorry, those of you who think he has a big dick, but I don’t. You know, the louder the car the smaller the penis, and all. The showiness of it all - the fact he’s dressed in the latest fashions and is frankly a prick - all drives me to the conclusion of a 4.7 inch (12 cm) penis.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s relatively average, if not a bit lower, as he is absorbed in his work too often to think of having sex.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If the sex is rather rough, he falls asleep rather quickly, but more often than not, it’s more calmer, and he’s able to tend to you properly afterwards.

[discount-shades]

Dead or Alive Chapter 5

Chapter 5: The Stagecoach

A/N: Again gold stars to those who get all the western references. 

Pairing: Jake Seresin/Reader 

Warning: Western themed violence. 

Word Count: 3500 ish

Summary: Some old fashioned robbery. 

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“Here, try these on.” Natasha hands you a pair of blue jeans before flopping onto your bed to watch you pull them on. Never having worn pants before, it feels strange to have fabric clinging to your skin. “Hmm,” Natasha muses, “They will have to work.”

Nodding, you grab the men’s shirt she hands you, buttoning it over your corset and tuck it in. The borrowed clothing will have to do until you have enough money to buy your own. She hands you a beat up felt hat. With your hair tucked into it you could almost pass for a boy. Almost. 

You had asked Natasha to help you pick out what to wear for the robbery. Jake hadn’t shared what the plan was so she had just set you up with an outfit similar to hers. “Bob has an old duster coat that you can wear.” She cocks her head to the side with a mischievous grin. “It will hide the curves.” She makes an hourglass figure with her hands and heat floods your face.

Straightening the cuffs you look at yourself in the warped mirror above the vanity. It’s hard to recognize yourself. Taking a deep breath you smooth down the front of the shirt. “Thank you, Natasha.” Turning to her, you smile. “I don’t know what I would have done without you. 

She smiles and stands to hug you. The woman’s story had closely resembled your own, except she had burned down the brothel she had worked in before running off with Bob. The two of them were inseparable, and made an amazing team. “I’m just paying it forward like you will someday. Plus it’s nice to have another woman on jobs.”

The door opens with a loud crash and causes you to jump back from each other. “Sugar you are going to—“ Jake’s words trail off as he looks at you. His eyes are so intense you can feel them rake over your body and linger on your legs. A wave of self consciousness overwhelms you. 

“We’ve been over this Jacob, knock on the door.” You cross your arms and glare at the man who has been struck dumb at the sight of you. “Do you need me to teach you? I’m sure I can explain the concept with simple words.”

Jake gives himself a little shake before responding. “If you didn’t want me in your room you would lock the door, Sugar.” Your frown just deepens. “Also take those clothes off, you are going to wear this.” 

He tosses a simple yellow cotton dress at you. “You’re giving me a dress? How is a dress any good for robbing people?”

“Lending, I am lending you a dress. You are going to be the bait to get them to stop.” 

Wrinkling your nose, you look at the dress. “Why do you have a dress? And why can’t I just wear my blue dress?”

“Because of this.” Jake ignores your first question and pulls out a piece of paper he had folded in his pocket and hands it to you. Unfolding it you see that it is a wanted poster with your name and face on it. The likeness is not good, but the description of your blue dress is spot on. “No stagecoach driver will stop for any woman in a blue dress with this going around.” 

“They want me alive?” Your eyes scan the text. “They are just going to hang me when they catch me, what do they want me alive for?”

“You’re not that important.” Jake says with a casual shrug. “The only reason you get a poster is probably because you escaped with us.”

“It looks bad if they put a ‘Dead or Alive’ bounty on someone who just stole a horse and is only worth $100.” Natasha explains. “Come on, let's hang it up.” Natasha grabs the paper out of your hands and heads out the door. When you go to follow Jake stops you. 

“You can’t wear that out of here.” you glance down at your clothes, your outfit is almost identical to Natasha’s. 

“Why not?” You frown at him in confusion. 

“It’s indecent.” Jake's eyes are wandering the room, like he is trying to look everywhere but at you. It’s a change from the look he gave you when he walked in. 

“A lot more indecent things happen behind closed doors in this place,” you remind him.

“Yeah but…” He trails off motioning at your legs. Rolling your eyes you brush past him. He could tell you what to wear on the job, but not when you were hanging around The Hard Deck. 

He groans before you hear his steps following you into the back room you had entered that first night. In the daylight you can see that the back wall is covered in Wanted posters of the members of the gang as well as newspaper clipping of what you assume are reports of the jobs they have pulled. 

Natasha is tacking your poster off to the side under one of Jake’s from a few states over. “$5000 Dead or Alive,” you turn to Jake as he walks up behind you, “I guess that makes you important.” Your eyes travel over the murders listed under Jake’s name and the robberies he is listed as having committed.

“Or something.” He watches your eyes linger on his listed crimes. “I’ve never killed an innocent person, everyone I’ve shot dead was trying to kill me first.” His tone suddenly shifts as he points at poster of Bradley. “I’m worth more than Rooster at least.” Natasha groans at his answer and you feel like you have stumbled upon a long standing argument.

“Not for long!” Bradley bounds into the room brandishing his own poster. He slaps the paper into Jake’s chest with a grin. “Read it and weep, Hangman,” he taunts. You sidle up to Jake and read the poster. ‘Bradley Bradshaw Wanted Dead or Alive $5500’

“They got your nose wrong,” Jake holds up the poster to compare the picture to Bradley’s face. “At least I’m better looking on my poster.” A grin splits your face but you don’t say anything, not wanting to encourage Jake. You would never admit it but he was even better looking in real life. Too bad the man was insufferable. 

“You’re just jealous I’m winning.” He snatches the poster out of Jake’s hands and hangs it up on the wall. 

“I think Mav is winning,” Phoenix points to the poster with the older man on it, and you let out a low whistle. The man had a $15,000 bounty on his head. It was impressive that he was still alive and free. 

“We all can’t be Maverick,” Bradley says with an eye roll, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “Drinks tonight to celebrate our newfound notoriety.”

“She can’t.” Jake peels Bradley's arm off your shoulder and turns to you and Phoenix, “Be ready to go at dawn tomorrow.” His eyes meet yours. “Wear the dress.” 

“Yes, Sir.” You mockingly salute him as he stomps out of the room. 

– – – 

“What’s her name?” You stroke the nose of the pretty sorrel mare that you were going to be riding. 

Jake frowns at you, “The Sorrel Mare Bob Stole From The Card Cheat.” You snort in laughter. 

“I’m going to call you, Daisy.” You smile at the mare, smoothing her forelock and dropping a kiss on her nose. 

“Are you sure you can ride?” Jake asks with a worried frown, he had been reluctant to agree to let you ride your own horse. “We can double on Jet.”

“Is that worry I detect in your voice, Jake?” At your teasing his concerned expression shifts to a scowl. 

“I’m not worried,” he denies, “I just don’t want you falling off and slowing us down.” 

“I grew up riding horses.” You explain, “I’ll be fine.” He looks like he is going to say something else but decides against it and gives a jerky nod. 

“Mount up, let's go.” He commands. You fit your boot into the stirrup and swing your leg over Daisy. At Phoenix’s suggestion you wore the blue jeans under the cotton dress to protect your legs from the saddle. 

“Your stirrups are too long.” Jake's voice is gruff but his hands are surprisingly gentle as he adjusts the length and eases your boot back into the stirrup. “Good?” he asks. At your nod he trails his hand down your calf before going around to fix the other side. At his touch your heart thuds faster in your chest, and you take slow even breaths to hide what his touch is doing to your nerves. 

The man was infuriating. One minute he was rude and demanding, the next he was treating you like you were some fragile, innocent thing and it was making your head spin. If he was consistent you would be able to tell where you stand with him but with his constantly changing moods all you know is that he is usually irritated with you. 

It is over a two day ride to the place where you will be springing the trap for the stage. When you make camp the first night Jake grabs the bedroll tied to the back of Daisy’s saddle and throws it into his tent without looking at you. Natasha tries to hide her smile when you glance at her in confusion. 

The food is better than your last ride, the jerky joined with fruit and fresh bread, but the group goes to bed early. In the tent you strip down to your underthings and get in your bedroll next to Jake. “You knew I was going to be here and you packed me a bedroll.” You can't help the little grin on your face as you throw Jake’s words back at him. 

“You hog the covers.” 

“Yeah, Ok,” you respond. He just huffs and mumbles goodnight. You snuggle into your bedroll, grinning. 

– – –

The temperature drops during the night and as you grow colder you move closer to him in your sleep. Jake wakes as you begin to snuggle under his blanket. The thought of shoving you back to your side of the tent on principle briefly crosses his mind until he feels the cold brush of your fingers against his chest. 

Jake sighs and reluctantly pulls your cold body, bedroll and all, under his blanket. In the presence of his warmth you nestle closer and he suppresses a hiss when you bury your cold nose into his neck. He has to suppress a whole lot more at the gentle flutter of your breath on his skin. He tells himself that if you were warm at night it would keep him from listening to you complain, deliberately ignoring the fact that he has never heard you complain before. 

As a rule Jake liked to think of himself as a gentleman. He tried to uphold the morals that his mother taught him and he was determined to not end up like his father. But there was something about you that pushed his buttons. One minute he was furious at you and the next he wanted to kiss you. 

He loved seeing the fiery look you got in your eye when you fought with him. He loved the way you didn’t back down even when he could tell you were nervous. He loved the sight of your legs and ass in those blue jeans you got from Phoenix. It was scandalous and indecent and he hated that others got to see you dressed like that. 

Jake sighs. If he was going to survive this trip he had better get that memory out of his head. The feel of you curled up against him did nothing to make it any easier. 

– – – 

You reach the stretch of road that you had planned to rob the stage from mid morning on the third day. The road passes through a shallow ravine that is equal distance between the last stage station and the town of Pine Creek. The road is seldom used and only traveled on the weekly supply runs on Mondays and Thursdays, and by the stage on Fridays. If they got lucky, no one would be coming by and it was over a day's walk to the nearest town. 

You watched silently as, at Jake’s command, Jet lies down like a dog on the side of the road. Jake kneels down beside his head stroking the horse as he lets out a breath and closes his eyes. “Is he going to sleep?” You asked in surprise.

“Probably, he knows the drill.” Jake smiles fondly at the horse before standing and turning to you. “Now when you see the stage, you need to wave your arms and make sure you can get them to stop before they hit Jet.” You nod mutely. “Those stage horses are bred to run, they will run you over so don’t stand in front of them.”

You nod again, heart pounding. Jake looks like he is about to say something, but just gives your arm an awkward squeeze before mounting Daisy and joining Natasha and Bob out of sight.

You take a deep breath and kneel down next to Jet’s head. It had to look real for the driver and the man riding shotgun to stop. They would only stop for someone who looked weak and helpless. You need to cry. Slowly you allow your mind to fill with bad memories. 

Your parents' deaths, being forced to work in the dance halls and brothels. The gut wrenching realization that the good thing you thought you had at the Hanging Dog Ranch was an illusion, and that Roberts only wanted to use you like everyone else had. The fear of the trial and being hung, and your uncertainty of the future. If this job didn't go well you were not sure what you would do. 

Slowly you let the tears fall as you sobbed by Jet’s sleepy head. The wind blows dust into your face to leave streaks of dirt in the tear tracts. You hear a soft bird call. It’s the signal from Jake, letting you know that the stage was coming. Sniffling, you wipe your nose and glance up the ravine at the cloud of dust. It was too late to go back, too late to call it off. It was time to put your acting skills to the test.

– – – 

Jake had to stop himself from leaving his cover at the sound of your tears. He knew it was an act, at least he hoped it was, but the sound of your sobs caused an aching feeling in his chest. He had thought you would only try to look scared, but you had committed to the role better than any actress playing the role of damsel in the melodramas he had seen. He grits his teeth and pulls his bandanna up over his nose.

When the stage is in sight you stand up. “Help!” You sob brokenly, “Please help me!” He watches the driver take in your appearance and the sight of Jet laid out on the road behind you. The man mutters a curse and begins to saw on the reins, slowing the galloping team of four to a stop. 

This was your moment, you had their attention, you just had to keep it. “Oh, help me please!” Jake suppresses a snort as your voice takes on a southern twang when you beg for help.

“What seems to be the problem, Miss?” The man riding shotgun asks concern in his voice. 

“It’s my horse, Sir,” he can hear the tears in your voice. “I heard a rattler and it must have got him, he just collapsed as I was riding him!” 

The two men confer quietly before the man riding shotgun gets down, still holding his gun at the ready, as he goes to pass a large boulder you call out to him. “Stay away from that rock, that’s where I heard the snake!” The man quickly sidesteps the rock and his hold on the gun relaxes as he approaches the downed horse. Jake watches you step back, careful to keep out of the man's reach.

Jake takes that as his cue to move. With another bird call to Bob and Phoenix he creeps up on the stage. When you see him you begin to wail and clutch your hair, calling out to the driver, asking what you should do. The man is about to answer when Jake climbs into the shotgun seat pulling his revolver at the same time.

“Not a word.” He growls, shoving his gun into the man’s side and pulling the man's gun out of his holster. At Jake’s move Bob and Phoenix both crest the ravine on their horses, rifles pointed at the man with the shotgun. At your release word Jet lunges to his feet and trots a short distance away. 

The man with the shotgun goes to raise it but reconsiders when he sees he is outgunned. “Give the guns to the girl.” Bob orders and Jake’s heart pounds as you step forward to collect the guns. This is where it can all go wrong, one false step from you and you can quickly become a hostage. After covering your face with your own bandanna you quickly step forward to collect the man's side arms as well as the shotgun, with that task done Jake is able to focus on the driver. 

“Get down.” The man scowls but compiles. “Everybody on the stage come out with your hands raised and no one will be hurt. Jake hears a muffled sobbing from inside and two women step out. He throws them a length of rope and instructs them to tie up the driver. He knows you will be tying up the man riding shotgun and sure enough the man is marched into his line of sight with his hands bound behind him and Bob and Phoenix following with their guns trained. 

“Search the women for weapons,” Jake instructs you, as he jumps down to see if there are any other passengers who want to play hero, thankfully the stage is empty and after searching the women you bind their hands. “Search the stage, Sugar.” Jake is secretly surprised at how quick you are to follow his instructions considering how much you usually argue with him.

While you search Jake gets to work cutting the horses free from their harnesses and severing key lines in the rigging so even if they are able to catch the team they will be unable to pull the stage.

“You got them, Bob?” He hears Phoenix ask and she must get the confirmations she needs because he sees her begin to search the passengers. If they have any money hidden on their bodies she will find it. 

He finally frees the last horse and with a smack on its rump it gallops out into the wilderness. There is a good chance they will eventually return to one of their stables. Teams run back and forth on the same stretch of road for years. The horses know the way home better than the drivers.

With that taken care of he joins you in your search. He uses a lock breaker to pop the luggage compartment and begins throwing clothing out of trunks, he pockets some cash and finds more hidden in the lining of suitcases but no $10,000 payouts. You join him searching the luggage and he can tell that you haven’t found anything by how increasingly frantic you are getting in your search.

“Where is it.” The harshness in your voice startles him. You are facing the women and your whole body is tense. “The dowry you are bringing to Roberts. Where is it?”

The women cower in fear as you stalk toward them. 

“He sent it on with riders and an armed guard.” The older woman says between sobs. “It’s not here!” 

Jake watches you kick the stage cursing before you abruptly turn back to the younger woman. “This is the man you are marrying.” Your voice has lost its sharpness and is now filled with pity. “A man who would protect his money and not his wife.” 

Jake turns to Phoenix who had gone over the interior of the stage and she gives him a nod. “Well it was lovely meeting you all here today but I’m afraid we must be going.” Jake whistles and Jet comes trotting over. He mounts up and kicks his foot free of the stirrup for you to use and pulls you up behind him. The thread of worry that had been eating at his gut this whole robbery disappears when he feels your arms wrap around him. 

“You’ll never get away with this!” The older woman calls out. “William Roberts is a powerful man and you have made an enemy of him!” 

“Roberts is a bastard and I hope he rots in hell.” You snap back and he smirks at the women’s scandalized expressions. With a grin hidden behind his bandanna Jake digs his heels into Jet and takes off. 

[sgstories123]

Soaking Wet

Lightning flashed outside Mr Tan’s flat, lighting up the dark sky. This was followed by a loud clap of thunder. It was raining so heavily outside that Mr Tan could hardly see the next block of flats from his window.

His doorbell rang. Who could it be? His daughter, Melissa, had called to say that she will be coming home late to complete a group project. He was not expecting any visitors, especially not in this weather. Dressed only in his boxer shorts, he did not even bother to put on a shirt as he thought it was most likely some salesperson that he could brush off with a “No, thank you.”.

“Hi, uncle. Is Melissa in?” It was her daughter’s friend, Faye.

Faye was Melissa’s best friend in school. She is a regular visitor to their home, either doing school projects or simply hanging out. She often have her meals there too. According to Melissa, Faye’s parents are often out for business so she feels lonely at home. She treats their place as her second home.

Faye was petite in size. If Mr Tan did not know that she was the same age as Melissa studying in polytechnic, he would have thought she was still in secondary school. Her chest was almost flat, with only two little humps. If she had kept her hair shorter, she might easily be mistaken for a boy.

Mr Tan looked at Faye. She was drenched in rain from head to toe. Her hair was dripping wet, plastered to her face. For the first time, Mr Tan realised that Faye actually had nice facial features. The wet hair made her look more feminine, contrasting against her pale, smooth cheeks. She looked like some Japanese AV actress especially with those large innocent eyes.

But it was the wet clothes that attracted most of Mr Tan’s attention or rather what the wet clothes reveal. Faye’s pink bra could be seen clearly through her wet, white cotton blouse. With her wet blouse stuck to her skin, Mr Tan could also see the clear lines of her cleavage. There were not big, but certainly more than mere lumps.

“Mr Tan?” Faye repeated herself.

“Oh. Sorry. I was just thinking what are you doing out in this weather. Melissa is still in school. Come on in. You are soaking wet.” Mr Tan replied. Immediately after uttering the last sentence, Mr Tan realised the sexual innuendo. Will Faye be soaking wet for him?

As Faye walked into the flat, he picked up a whiff of clean, fresh womanly fragrance. He also noticed that Faye did a quick turn of her head, casting a downward glance at his crotch and smiling knowingly.

Mr Tan looked down and to his horror realised that his cock was erect, its head just peeking out of his boxer shorts. Shit. He forgot he was not dressed. He usually puts on a pair of pants and a shirt when there are others in the house. Faye is seeing him for the first time in his boxer shorts, his man breasts sagging, and his beer belly protruding out unattractively. At fifty years old, it was perhaps to be expected.

“Sorry. I was not expecting visitors. I will go put on a shirt.” Mr Tan apologised. “Why don’t you go take a shower. You are going to catch a cold. You can borrow some of Melissa’s clothes.”

“Thanks, uncle.” Faye smiled at Mr Tan flirtatiously. “I will take off my clothes here. Don’t want to dirty your floor.”

Without any word, Faye slowly unbutton her wet jeans, pulling them off slowly to reveal a matching pink lacy panty. Mr Tan could just make up the small patch of dark pubic hair peeking through the lacy part of her panty.

As she pulled her jeans off, Faye’s slim and slender legs came into view. Though she was not tall, they were sufficiently long for Faye to do a sexy reveal.

Faye enjoyed how Mr Tan was staring at her body. She wants to be noticed by others and being a cock tease was just one of her ways to enjoy the limelight. She laughed to herself how men are all the same. She was just surprised that this worked on Mr Tan, her best friend’s father. Being older and more sexually experienced than her classmates, she had not expected that she had a similar hold on him.

Faye sat on a sofa, directly facing Mr Tan. She opened her legs wide, allowing Mr Tan a better view. She leaned forward, deliberately pressing her breasts together so that they appear bigger. She did a pout, slowly drawing a finger across her lips. Faye was now looking at Mr Tan’s crotch directly. It as a funny sight, a hard cock peeking out from a pair of old boxer shorts worn by an old, fat man.

“Right. I should take a shower before I catch a cold.” Faye stood up, ending her show. It was fun being a cock tease but she seldom go further than that. She walked into the bathroom, still gloating over her little prank. She wondered whether she should have taken a video or something and put it on social media. “Pervert old man lusting over teenage girl’s body” should make a great clickbait, she thought to herself.

She turned around and was surprised to see Mr Tan standing in the doorway of the bathroom. He had a glazed look in his eyes, his cock still peeking out of his boxer shorts. Fear crept up her spine. She knew that look. A couple of times, some of the guys that she was teasing were so overcome with lust that they wanted to fuck her, they had this look in their eyes. But she has always managed to get out of the situation by shouting or running away. This time, it did not seem she could run away or if there is anyone who could help her.

“Uncle, could you please let me take a shower?” Faye was desperate. “Melissa will coming home soon.”

But Mr Tan did not answer. He was simply staring at her. He inched closer and Faye stepped back, her back against the cold wall.

“Uncle, please. Melissa is coming back any minute. You should not be seen here like this.” Faye implored to deaf years. She was really getting scared now.

Mr Tan brought his face even closer to Faye. Holding her face with his hands, he kissed her hungrily. Faye tried to resist by moving her face away but Mr Tan was too strong. She tried pushing him away but again it was useless. He was just too big and heavy against her small frame.

“No, please uncle. I am sorry.” Faye started crying. “Please don’t do this.”

But Mr Tan did not respond. He was overcome by animal lust. Her pleas only made him more aroused. He pulled apart her blouse, the buttons flew across the bathroom, landing with a cling on the bathroom floor. He pushed up the pink bra, revealing the small breasts with tiny pink nubs.

“So pretty. Like a small girl.” Mr Tan mused.

“No, please do not do this uncle. This is rape. This is wrong.” Faye cried. “You can go to jail for this. Please just let me go.”

Faye pushed hard against Mr Tan but it was to no avail. Her weak arms pushed against the flabby body, only to sink between the layers of fat. Mr Tan did not even move back an inch.

Mr Tan brought his mouth down onto the little nubs, licking them and rolling them between his teeth. Faye yelped in pain as her sensitive nipples were being attacked roughly. Tears were rolling down her face now. She has gone too far with her game and she was now paying the price.

Faye pulled Mr Tan’s hair, to get him away from her breasts. Mr Tan stopped momentarily, looking at her still with the lust-filled eyes. He pulled her panties down and took his hard cock out of his boxer shorts. He seemed to have misunderstood her. Instead of stopping, he had thought Faye wanted him to move on to fucking her directly.

Mr Tan pushed his hard cock into Faye. It was tight and dry but he did not care. He pushed it in harder, ignoring her cries. Inching slowly inwards, his cock finally managed to get its whole length in her. Satisfied, some of his sense returned and he now realised that Faye was shaking uncontrollably. At first he thought she was just enjoying the sex but realised that she was crying.

“What’s wrong? Is it painful?” Mr Tan asked.

“Please. Take it out, uncle.” Faye sobbed.

“Don’t worry. It will become less painful. You are going to enjoy this.” Mr Tan bent forwards, kissing Faye again.

By now, Faye has given up and lost all resistance. As Mr Tan started to fuck her, her love hole expanded and adapted to his cock. It became less painful as her walls started to fill with her love juice. She felt it only slightly at first, but the tingly, pleasurable feelings emanating from her love hole got stronger. Without realising initially, she was moaning softly in pleasure. Instead of pushing Mr Tan away, her hand moved around his fat body, hugging him tightly. Her head sank in between his man boobs, her cheeks brushing against his sparse chest hair. What she found lubricous just moments ago, was looking sexier to her by the minute.

She lifted one of her legs over Mr Tan’s ass, positioning herself so that his cock can enter even deeper into her. She sighed with satisfaction, as Mr Tan pushed deeper and harder in the new position. She could feel his cock thrusting with ease through her love tunnel. Her love juices were flowing uncontrollably all over his cock.

“I am getting so soaking wet for you.” Faye whispered seductively. She felt herself falling in love with the older man.

Mr Tan grunted in response. He rammed his cock hard into Faye for the final time, erupting his love seed into her. “I will soak you in my cum, again and again, little girl.” 

[nitemarebf]

it’s dark by the time i turn up. i’d been walking for a while, sweat drippin off the ends of my hair and rolling down my cheeks. i brush them off so it don’t look like i’ve been crying. i ain’t never been to the desert, but i always heard it was cold at night. the land stretched on around me, sand and snakes and solitude, but the night air is nearly enough to make my skin blister. reminds me of how you liked your showers.

god, or something like it, meets me in the doorway of the motel 6 when i finally step inside. i’d been smokin a cigarette at the entrance, my last, cuz i got all fucked up thinking about you. i wasn’t expecting to meet it there like this, i thought it would have a grander entrance. it just looked me up and down and clapped its hands together, once, twice, three times and said: “You found me. Now what? You want a room?”

it looked mighty fierce behind that big oak desk despite its friendly grin. was it a friendly grin? maybe it looked a little too wide. to be honest, it was hard to look directly at it; it glowed like a sheet of silver metal under the sun.

“You’re a funny thing,” when it spoke again i realized i wasn’t speaking back. i blinked back the light and looked out the lobby window into the pitch black outside. “One bed? Or…” it followed my gaze through the glass, though i couldn’t help but feel like it saw more than i could. “Two?”

“look, i just need a phone.”

“We aint had no landline since 1995, and ain’t no cell service this side of Heaven,” it flipped through an old playboy magazine to its left, stopping only once to caress its thumb down the page. “It’s that damn bureaucrat they got in office. In Washington, D.C. and all. He don’t give a fuck about men like us.”

“men like us?”

“Sure, baby—“ its tone was cold as ice, smooth as a drink of water. after trekking through the desert for that long, i found it quite refreshing when my hair stood up and goosebumps prickled my skin. the chill that ran through me might’ve even made me stop thinkin ‘bout you, until it continued talkin. “Men like us. Men that take what we deserve: what we want.”

“i don’t always know if i deserve it.” i ain’t sure what made me talk so honest with it. therapists had tried to pry these thoughts out of me for years and i could never find the words. “but i still take it.”

“I reckon you ain’t talking cell service anymore,” that grin flashed again, wild and dangerous, and it suddenly slammed palms to the table and pushed its physical form up out of the chair. i thought it might cause earthquakes down where you are, rattling and breaking and shifting. i guess i’d never really know if you ever felt god move. “I also got the feeling you ain’t looking for a room, baby. But what you do seek ain’t here.”

“i ain’t looking for him, not since the papers.”

“Damn the papers.” it scoffed, “And damn deserving it. You take it, baby, because you’re a man who has it in him to take it. I took it and I deserved it. I took it all and deserved every second, and it got me fucking no where; nailed up for show, thorns on my head, between two bound leather covers forever. Don’t be like me, boy. You take it and don’t wait fer permission.”

i think that’s when i learned to stop askin for permission, but maybe i shouldn’t give it all the credit. i’ve always been a selfish bastard.

it walked around the desk and stopped in front of me. it lifted its arms out to its sides, palms toward me, inviting. “Men like us,” it spoke softly like a snake hiss. painless like a needle. “Are alive against the odds, walking testimony to perseverance of life. How long have you been without your heart? Doctors claim it’s impossible, but when I was a boy, daddy made me help on the farm, son of a bitch that he was. Once I saw a lamb born with its heart outside its body. I’ve seen it once and I see it again. Get your heart any way you can, boy. I don’t want you to go cold crying for it.”

[kringletheelf04]

The first girl santa ever

(Chapter 3 of wrapped in love)

I follow Bernard as he leads me down a long hallway that twists and turns. After a good ten minutes of walking in silence we are met with a large door. He opens the door and we enter a large room.

"You look distressed Santa." Bernard tells me.

"Distressed? I'm way past distressed. Im talking to an elf and I'm apparently the new Santa!" I shake.

"That's not surprising. Most grown-ups can't believe in magic. It just... sort of grows out of them." He shrugs.

"But how can I be Santa?! I thought only men could be Santa!" I ask.

"I'll have to request Curtis to join us to explain that." He says walking out.

He closes the door behind him and I let out a sigh. He was right about one thing, I am soaked. A towel and a set of monogrammed pajamas are laid on the bed. I take off the coat and the pants, folding them and setting them onto a nearby table. I towel dry my hair and pat dry the rest of my body. Once dry, I change into the pajamas and fold my old clothes, setting them next to the jacket. Sitting onto the bed, I run my hands through my hair. My mind is racing. The door opens and Bernard and another elf walk into the room.

"This is Curtis. He's the keeper of the Santa handbook." Bernard introduces his friend.

"And the elf that's second in command!" Curtis says, chest puffed out with pride.

"Yeah, yeah, now tell her." Bernard pushes Curtis toward me.

"According to the Santa handbook, anyone, regardless of gender, will become Santa if they put on the coat and the previous santa is no more. Furthermore, if the santee is not male, their physical change will be different. Their ears will pointen and their canine teeth will sharpen. The closest male figure in their life will become Santa's helper, their hair will whiten, they will grow a beard and they will have significant weight gain. " Curtis reads out, shutting the large book when finished.

"So, let me get this straight. My dad will look like santa, but I'll be Santa." I rub my head.

"Essentially, yes." Curtis nods.

"This is the first ever case that has been documented in elf history." Bernard chimes in.

"Oh, how amazing!" I flip my back onto the bed, hands covering my face.

"I'll be going now!" Curtis scurry's out.

"If it means anything, I'm sorry you were chosen." Bernard sits next to me.

"Chosen?" I ask.

"Every Santa ever has been chosen by the previous santa. He must have seen something in you that you can't." Bernard explains.

"Well that's bullshit!" I exclaim.

"Language! But yes, it may seem unfair." Bernard scolds me.

"I'm sorry," I say sheepishly.

"It's ok. When you wake up you will be back at home. You have eleven months to get it together." Bernard says before proofing into a cloud of glitter.

"What the fuck?" I whisper to myself.

‘This has been one long night’ I think to myself as I drift off into slumber

—————————————————

I wake up the next morning in my own bed. I stretch and groan, standing up and making my way downstairs. I reach the kitchen and pour myself a cup of iced coffee. Charlie then comes racing down the stairs with dad in tow.

"See! Bernard dropped off gifts!" Charlie exclaims.

"The waiter?" Dad asks.

"No! The elf!" Charlie says sorting through presents.

I guess I did put the presents under the tree last night.

"There's one here for you (y/n)!" Charlie calls out.

I come to see what he's talking about and see a present addressed to me from Bernard. I guess that wasn't a dream after all.

I kneel down and undo the ribbon. Opening the box I see a messenger bag. There is also a note. It reads 'this is an endless bag. Whatever you need will be in it and it has unlimited storage. Take care of it- Bernard'

"Ooh!" Charlie reads the note.

I take the note back and bring the box to my room. As I descend the stairs I hear mom talking to dad.

"(Y/n) is the new Santa, mom!" Charlie jumps.

"How can (y/n) be santa? She isn’t a boy." Mom smooths his hair.

"I don't know! Bernard says she's the first one ever!" Charlie says.

"Ok Charlie, you better get to the car. Neil's waiting for you, I'll be there in a moment." Mom ushers him out.

"So, uh, what have you been telling him?" Mom confronts dad.

" Nothing. It's just... I had this really strange dream. And l-- I must have told him all about it." Dad stammers.

I know how to prove to dad that it was real. I rush to the car to see Charlie rolling down the window. Dad follows after me.

"Where did I get the pajamas?" I ask him.

"Bernard gave them to you!" Charlie shakes his hands at me.

"Oh, wait. Wait. Bernard was the name of the waiter at the restaurant last night." Dad remembers.

"Some waiter gave our kid pajamas?" Mom questions.

"What's this all about?" Neil asks Charlie.

"Dad and (y/n) took me to the North Pole, and Larry showed me the workshop!" Charlie says excitedly.

"The North Pole." Neil says flatly.

"Yeah! (Y/n)'s the new Santa! The regular Santa fell off the roof, and they put on the suit." Charlie says exasperated.

"Charlie, we will discuss this at home." Neil says softly.

They drive away and we trudge inside.

"It's just a dream. Stuff like that doesn't happen." Dad says to me.

"Why? Because I'm not a man?" I ask him.

"What? No! Because Santa's not real!" Dad shakes his head.

"Well I guess when you gain weight and I get sharp canines then you'll see." I say climbing the stairs.

He stands baffled at the foot of the stairs. This is just great.

[faghubby]

HER CUCKOLD SISSY

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, Samantha my wife of 12 years called me into the bedroom. As I entered I noticed she wore her strap on cock.

"Get on the bed" she told me I pulled off my pants and boxers in one motion and assumed the position my head against the mattress and my ass in the air on the edge of the bed. Sam moved her little stool so she was tall enough and squirted lube into my ass.

"It's been awhile hasn't it?" She asked

"15 days" I told her.

"OH poor baby you must be so horny for my cock" she told me as she pushed her cock head in. She fucked me hard and fast. I moaned and pushed back to meet her thrust.

"Yes. That's it I know you need my big cock" she told me. "I got a new one, would you like to try it?" She asked. I didn't answer. But she pulled her cock out of my ass. And walked away. I remained as I was.

"Why don't you role over. I take you like a bitch" she told me. As I did I saw her new cock. It was huge bigger then her 6 inch one for sure. She stroked it lubing it up.

"Do you think you can take it?" Samantha asked.

"It's so much bigger" I said nervous. She pushed the head against my hole. The head popped in and pain shot thru me. Sam let me become accustomed to the size.

"You have become such a slut in the past year" she told me. She slowly worked her cock in and out.

"Do you tell your friends that I fuck your little ass?' She asked me knowing I didn't.

"I started telling someone" she informed me and drove her cock all the way in. "9 inches sweety" she smiled with a proud look on her face.

"Look your already leaking you must love the new one" she laughed

"Yes" I moaned. She continued to fuck me until she was convinced she had milked out every drop of cum from me. She pulled out and unstrapped her cock leaving it for me to clean and put away. I went and showered and cleaned up. Then put on a pair of panties, I always wore panties after she fucked me. She told me it reminded me of my place. She had also had me keep my body free of hair. As pulled my pink lace panties into place. Sam asked

"Would you like to wear panties all the time" I didn't turn to look at her.

"It's OK if you do, you could wear more then just panties as well if you wanted" she stepped close. And rubbed my nipples. She lifted my chin and looked in my eyes. My 4 inches was throbbing in my panties. I knew she would dress me up soon. I got dressed in my boy clothes. Sam pulled my panties high giving me a wedgie. I went to go watch the end of the game. But Sam changed the channel and sat next to ,e watching a lifetime movie.

"We don't talk about it but you know I see other men" she told me. I knew she had been for years. "I wonder if you would like it if I made you a true sissy. Recently I been reading about how little boys with tiny penises like to eat real men's cum." She told me.

"Sam please I don't want to" I said in a scared little voice. "I would like to try something, I have a date tonight. When I get home I want you clean his cum out of me with your tounge. Will you try it?" She asked. I nodded and she kissed me. "You make me so happy, you know it's been almost 5 years since Iet you inside me, Paul." She rubbed the front of my jeans. With that she said she slid to the floor and pulled down my pants and panties. She smiled and took my penis and balls in her mouth at the same time. I lasted only a few seconds. She kissed me feeding me my own sperm. I just pulled my pants back up jist before the kids came home. I spent the day doing chores for Samantha. She would rub or even spank my ass as I bent over.

"Your doing such a nice job" she whispered in my ear. "I have to make myself as smooth as you" she bit my ear.

"Gross" our 8 year old son called out as he walked in on us. We both laughed and Samantha went to take a bath. "Finish up the kitchen" she told me as she left the room. By the time Samantha was ready for her date. I had cleaned most of the house.

When Sam left she had told the kids she was meeting her sister and would be back late. She told me she had left something in my drawer for me. I fed the kids and cleaned up. Even put them to bed before I went to get ready for bed myself. I found a satin pink nightgown in my drawer. I waited to put it on. Sam called just before she got home. I slid on the nightgown and waited. Without a word Sam came in stripped and lowered herself to my tounge. A huge glob of cum fell onto my lips. I licked it up. Just before she had me eat the rest out of her. The texture was odd. But the whole thing excited me so much.

She didn't let me up till she was sure I had gotten it all.

"That was so hot" she told me kissing me tasting her lover and herself on my lips. She spooned me and drifted off to sleep. In the morning I found a pale blue thong in my drawer.

"I wore them last night, you can wear them today" Sam told me. There was dried cum on the crotch. As I slid them on. She pulled me close.

"Tony, from your office" she said

"What about him?" I asked.

"That's who's cum you devoured last night. Who's cum is in your panties" she giggled. I blushed and panic rush through me.

I went to work and couldn't get Tony and Sam out of my head did he know? I pictured them together. If Tony knew I knew he said nothing. I rushed home and wanted to masterbate. Bit the kids where home and I had homework to help with. Sam texted she would be late so I made dinner. When Sam came home she smelled of alcohol and pulled me to the bedroom. She stripped and pushed me on to the bed. I tasted her cum filled pussy again and licked her clean. When I finished Sam got up.

"That was Danny" she smiled. "Did he taste better?" She asked. Danny was my best friend. Had been best man at our wedding. She handed me her used panties.

"You can wear them tomarrow" Sam kissed me and I heated her up dinner as she spent time with the kids. As I cleaned up.

"My good little cleanup boi" Sam laughed cupping me through my pants. "I would give you alittle attention, but you make so much noise when I fuck you, you will wake the kids" Sam told me. She had me wear the nightgown again to bed.

Sam continued this for two weeks usually having sex with other men once or twice a week. She seemed to be three. Danny, Tony and a man named Darrel. I was so turned on by it all. I found myself sneaking off to masterbate. At work. In my car. Or in the shower. Sam had caught me in the shower but didn't say a word. I wore her panties everyday. And satin nightie to bed. I found myself doing more and more of the housework as well. Sam loved teased me more and more.

"I told Ginny I cheat on you" she told me. Gunny was her sister.

"Does anyone else know?" I asked.

"Keri knows everything" she smiled. Keri was her best friend and old collage roommate. I turned beet red. Sam unzipped my pants as we stood in the kitchen her hand rubbed me thru the panties I wore. I kept looking over her shoulder the kids where home.

"I want you to tell Danny" she nibbled on my ear. I came in my panties. She had me lick cum off her fingers.

"Ginny is taking the kids tonight" she to me. "So if you get all the house clean we can have some fun" latter that afternoon she puller me into the bedroom. She handed me a pair of jeans.

"Put these on" she told me. I realized they where woman's low-rise jeans. She pulled out a bra as well. She didn't ask just helped me put it on. And a pale pink shirt.

"Now you look like a proper sissy" she told me. I finished getting the kids ready for a sleep over. when Ginny arrived she just walked in. She looked me up and down.

"Don't you look adorable" she laughed, and pulled Sam aside. They giggled in the corner and I knew Sam was telling her everything. As soon as Ginny left. Sam strapped on her cock.

"Why don't you learn to suck a cock sissy bitch" Sam said

"Sam I" I whined. She held her finger to my lips and pushed on my shoulders. I dropped to my knees and found myself staring straight at her cock. Without another word she held it to my lips. I parted them and let her slide her cock between my lips. She spoke softly and gave me clear instructions on how to suck her cock.

"You are doing so well" she told me. After a few minutes she unstrapped her cock and pulled her panties down. She laid on the bed and I buried my head between her legs till hpshe came twice. She made me wait for more. Instead we had dinner. And watched a movie. I was surprised it was a fetish porno. About men getting Cuckold.

"His cock looks delicious, look at the size of that one" Sam kept pointing out. She reached down and rubbed me thru my panties again she teased me before allowing me to cum in my panties again. She then had me put her strapon back on. She changed to a gay porno as she slid her cock into my ass.

"Look at that one, or omg look how much he came" she would say making sure I watched the scenes. I had already cum twice today. So I wasn't horny anymore. But Sam fucked my sissy pussy till I squeezed every drop of cum out.

"So little sperm, you need to stop masterbating, if you can't I will get you a little cage to lock up your tiny pee pee. She feed me what little I had squeezed out. She had me get cleaned up and put on my nightie.

"I am going to meet Darrel" Sam said getting up and dressing. She left without another word. I was asleep when she returned I woke up as she lowered herself so I could clean her used cheating pussy.

"I think you like Darrel best. He cums so much his big black cock stretches me so much as well" Sam told me. When I finished she cuddled with me and fell back to sleep. I ate her again in the morning.

"Some day I want you to suck a real man's cock" Sam told me. "But for Now. You can be just my sissy"

[shipsgaysfordays]

we are the champ--no, no we are not

wrote this fic concept yesterday, and expanded it after getting a reaction from a few people. so it’s not the longest fic, but it’s a bit longer than this

gonna tag @siriusblackkinniefr since he asked me to, i hope you enjoy <3

also, i made the title like that because i think it’s funny. and sirius has stolen all the pronouns and will be flaunting them because genderfluid sirius is special to me

Sirius is sitting on Remus’ couch as the men stare at one another. Remus is even more of a giant than he normally appears since Sirius is sitting while Remus is standing. Remus is quite literally looking down on her. 

Things had changed and that was unavoidable to acknowledge by this point, but these old fools were damn persistent in trying not to see reality, so they actually managed pretty well to pretend things were fine while they were actually far from it. A conclusion that Remus had come to a long time ago was that delusion wasn’t always a bad thing, so what if he’s being delusional trying to bring back the past? What’s so great about the present? 

Sirius stares, eyes glazed over. A long time ago he had looked to Remus and acknowledged him as being there in this moment, existing. Soon after they seemed to forget, finding much more interest in the texture of the walls, the chipped paint and dust. Once upon a time everything had been so new. She had been so new, now it…now….they don’t like to think of now.

“Padfoot, Padfoot” Remus says, if they were still in school it would have annoyed him to say his name this much, Sirius always finds it strange this way he shields Sirius from his anger now. It doesn’t make sense for him to. Not after.

Sirius blinks hard, twitching their face just a bit, and then looking over to Remus, “Yes?”

“Can I sit with you?”

“Moony, do you need to ask?”

“Yes, sometimes, yes.”

“Oh…well, yes you can sit with me.”

Remus started walking over, slowly as though he were approaching a wild animal, and suddenly stopped, “Would you want to listen to music?” 

Sirius hadn’t really thought about it, when they were kids they loved listening to music together, things wouldn’t be any different now. “Of course,” he gave a small smile. 

Remus grinned, the first real grin he had seen in so long, Sirius would do anything to keep things like that, to make him happy again, to keep him happy. But Sirius hadn’t been thinking about it.

Hands flipped through a stack of records, until picking up a very well loved Queen album, News of the World. On the front cover: a tin man looking to the sky, almost praying, as blood drips down his fingers and he holds two men with black hair. 

He slips the large black disk out and onto the record player, skipping over to what used to be Sirius’ favorite song. What Remus had thought would be a safe song, without truly thinking about it.

Remus puts the needle down and falls back onto the couch next to his questionably former lover.

“I’ve paid my dues, time after time.”

Remus relaxes to the smooth voice of Freddie Mercury, the back of his mind thinking about the next line, a small voice in his head of worry. 

“I’ve served my sentence, but committed no crime.”

“Turn it off,” Sirius mutters, knees in front of her and hands over his ears. 

Remus looks over and jumps up, something not very good for his knees and body pains in general. In a few steps, he’s in front of the record player and stopping it, looking for something else. Something that can make Sirius happy again.

“Turn it off,” Sirius continues, voice growing louder and louder, more commanding yet imbued with pain. “Turn it off, turn it off, turn it off!” They shake and scream.

So Remus does, stopping the search for any new music, putting away the record, and just staring. Back at square one. Worse than square one. He created this pain for Sirius, this unnecessary pain. 

Taking a deep breath, Remus went back to the couch, still leaving space between him and Sirius. The man placed a hand out, offering something, some small piece of comfort. 

“I’m so sorry Padfoot, I’m so sorry,” he spoke, despite knowing Sirius probably didn’t hear him. Hands still covering their ears, still muttering. 

Remus moved his hand, hovering it above Sirius’ back, questioning if this may also do more harm than good. In the end they’re sitting together, Remus rubbing circles into Sirius’ back. Saying that stupid, common lie, “Everything’s gonna be okay, everything will be alright, I’m here.”

Sirius looks up for the first time in ages.

“I’m here, Padfoot.”

[ccashleywrites]

Family Strife

“You have three weeks before your wedding, Saris. You need to stop procrastinating your fitting.”

“I still have time to get the dress finished.”

“The seamstresses can only do so much! And you are cutting more and more into the little time they already have in order to finish it!”

“Then maybe you should have given me longer than three months to prepare for a marriage that I didn’t even want in the first place.”

“You knew that you had to marry sooner or later, Saris- and you’ve already put it off for far too long! You won’t be of childbearing age for much longer, and your beauty is already fading.”

I roll my eyes at mother’s exaggerations, knowing full well that I had only just turned twenty-three last month. My hair is still a long, vibrant brown that falls halfway down my back in full, bouncy curls and my body had yet to take on any weight that hadn’t filled out my curves. I also knew my pale skin was still soft and smooth with the softest of blushes dusting across my face, shoulders and chest. I’m still a young woman just coming into her prime- and mother was a cranky old woman long past hers who was still trying to live vicariously through me.

“Are you even listening to me?” she demands, her voice full of irritation and laced with venom. I didn’t need to listen to her to know she had just laid into me about how little I care about finding a suitor and how ungrateful I am for this opportunity to marry a King, from all the men in the kingdom.

“Yes mother, I am.” It comes out as a tired sigh, and I can almost feel the rage coming off my mother. “I’ll get it done; I swear.”

“No, you won’t,” she snaps, throwing her hands up in anger as she turns away. “You’ll run off with that Forest girl again the first chance you get. You know you were almost caught last time, don’t you?”

“Who cares if I’m caught?” I shoot back, my own anger starting to bleed through. “I wouldn’t be the first woman in the city to be caught with another woman.”

“You’ll ruin my reputation! You’ll destroy this union with the King- all because you refuse to be normal!”

I spin to face her, the book that had been in my hands flying across the room to thud against the wall by my bed. Mother looks taken aback as I face her, almost frightened by my sudden change in demeanor. Stepping towards her I jab a finger in her direction, my voice low and controlled but full of a painful fury I couldn't control any longer.

“You talk so high and mighty about reputation and settling down with a man as if you yourself didn’t have to rebuild your own reputation at my age for the exact same thing. As if you don’t spend your days now weeping in the dark corners of the library over the woman you turned your back on just to please the people around you.” I step forward again, and mother matches my forward movement with a backward step. Her face is shocked now, twisted in horror at the truth of my words and her shame laid bare as I tear into her. “You want so bad for me to be just like you- and I am! Except I’m not going to lie about loving a man you forced me to marry! Just so you could finally have the status and reputation your mother pushed so hard for you to achieve! All so you can finally hold your head high and act like you’re any better than all the other shallow people in this forsaken kingdom! I’m not your fucking doll, mother! I’m not some empty shell you can puppet and re-live your life through with no mistakes!”

I keep backing mother up, her face masked in mortification as I continue, my voice never rising above speaking volume. I’m not a savage, after all- I still know how to use my inside voice. Furthermore, I wasn’t going to allow my mother to bully me any longer- I wasn’t going to hold this anger and pain and hatred in any longer.

I continue, “I don’t care about reputation! I don’t care about money! I don’t care about climbing the echelons! I just want to be fucking happy! I want to live in a way that makes me happy! I want to be with someone who makes me happy! I don’t want to be an all-encompassing miserable witch like you- because I’m not like you!!”

The horror turns to rage then, twisting my mother’s wrinkled, wizened face into an ugly purple mask of fury. Mother closes the gap between us in two long strides, and before I register what she’s doing her hand flashes out towards me.

The room fills with the sickening crack of her hand meeting the side of my face. My vision spins and swims as my ears begin ringing, shock freezing me in place before I slowly start to lift my hand to my face. When my fingers press softly against my cheek, tears immediately spring into my eyes at the sharp, screaming pain of the tender flesh.

She’d hit me as hard as she could, I was sure of it.

And I was sure it would bruise.

And then her voice shrieks into my ears as the ringing abruptly stops.

“-dare you?!?! You’re an ungrateful, hateful, spiteful little forest heathen-loving SLUT!!!”

My eyes slowly rise back to my mother, my mouth still open and my eyes as wide as our gilded dinner plates.

Her rage continues, her voice escalating to the point I began to wonder if she was going to scream so loud her voice would give out.

“After everything I’ve done for you! Everything I’ve given up for you, and all the chances I’ve given you to stop acting like a selfish, spoiled little shit and do something for someone else just once- and you dare speak to me like that?!”

“So, you admit it.”

Her rage abruptly stops, though her chest continues heaving from her screams. Confusion crosses her face, and she spits hatefully, “The hell are you on about now?”

“You admit that you don’t want me to marry the king for me.”

Realization slowly crosses her face, followed by a slow dawn of horror. As her mouth begins to open and close, searching for the words to defend herself. I don’t give her the chance. Instead, I press on.

“You just admitted that you want me to do this for you- ‘do something for someone else just once’? Everything I’ve done, all the shit and abuse and horrible words from you and sister and father I’ve put up with my entire life. I’ve done literally everything you’ve ever asked of me.” I feel no rage now, only a hollow, cold numbness spreading quickly through me. I straighten myself and brush off my dress before smoothing my hair back down. Back straight and chin high, I stare my mother down; knowing by the throbbing in my cheek that she can clearly see the quickly forming bruise, she herself placed on my previously pale, perfect face.

“I’ll marry the king, Midaria,” I draw out her name, deepening the horrified expression on her face as I push as much venom into the word as possible. “I’ll marry him, but not for you. I’ll marry him to get away from you and the rest of this horrid family. And I’ll make sure you never see a gem of the King’s riches, nor gain a sliver of fame from our union.”

I start walking forwards now, leaving my frozen, mortified mother where she stands. Opening the door into the mansion hallway, I leave her with one final jab.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, me and my ‘Forest Heathen’ bridesmaid have a fitting to go finish.”

And then I shut the door behind me, leaving my mother alone with her thoughts, emotions, and my foreboding words.

[lubdubsworld]

The Devil’s own.

Jungkook x OC

Mafia Au!

Warnings : Non-Con ! Manipulation, Degradation, Shitty hero with no redeeming Qualities you have been warned. ( i mean he does get better but not much.)

Summary : Just Mob Boss Jungkook doing mob boss things.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

I wasn’t sure how long I stayed there , staring at the ceiling and trying to come to terms with what had just happened. It was revolting. It was nauseating. It made me want to claw my own skin off. I stared at the intricate designs , carved into the ceiling, the panels that reflected life and made the room seem bigger than it was. The scent of jasmine and rosemary clung to the sheets and the drapes in the room, cloyingly sweet and meant to arouse the occupants.

I wondered how I’d got here.

I had memories of satin silk sheets and bright lights. My father had always spoiled me, the best of the best only for his only daughter and I’d indulged in luxury to my heart’s content. More shoes than I could possibly wear in a life time. Every season’s collection, straight into my wardrobe whether I asked for it or not. Diamonds and rubies and emeralds set in platinum and gold , jewelry to match my clothes and even my car if I felt like it.

I shut my eyes in despair. I didn’t miss the luxury as much as I missed the solitude. The option to just not do anything. My father hadn’t cared enough to see what I was upto and everyone knew that I was betrothed to Jungkook.

And that meant no dates or party invites because after the third guy got his arm in a sling after accidentally brushing past me , word kind of spread.  Stay away from Elena Gong or the Jeon kid will break your bones.

I shuddered. It had been an obsession, I thought vacantly.

Jungkook had been obsessed, even back then. I just hadn’t paid much heed to him. Because Jungkook back then had been terrifying but also ridiculously endearing in some way. He had seemed for lack of a better word…..insignificant. I was beautiful and rich, never lacked for attention and he was just one among the dozens. Even if I was betrothed to him, I hadn’t given much thought to him.

And Jungkook had taken my indifference in stride. He’d laughed and played around and I hated to admit it, treated me like a queen. Flowers, chocolates and gifts every other day . He would follow me around like a puppy , and I wondered if perhaps my dismissive attitude towards him back then had been a mistake. Did it push him over the edge?

My heart ached fiercely and when I finally willed myself to move, my body protested.

Every inch of me was sore and aching. My head because of how hard he’d gripped my hair. I sat up on shaky legs, fingers trembling as I pulled my shit up to stare at my body. Bite marks littered my skin, marring the smooth surface and I felt bile in my throat at the memory of his teeth on me.  Finger shaped bruises were beginning to bloom around my thighs and I couldn’t breathe over the agony ripping up my insides.

I glanced down between my thighs, at the sticky mess of his release dripping down into the sheets, staining the sheets a murky pink. I shuddered, disgusted. God, I hated him. Where was my phone? My clothes were still there at the foot of the bed and I noticed the small door on the right wall. Crawling off the bed on shaky legs , I limped carefully to the bathroom.

I took Hoseok’s shirt off dropping it in the corner before turning the showers on.

The water felt like a whip on my skin as I sat on the tiled bathroom floor , a small washcloth gripped tight in my hand as I carefully cleaned myself up. I had no idea what the time was… It must be very early or very late. No matter. I had to get out of here and get to Jisoo. I swallowed, imagining her alone all this time. The doctors had said she would be up in Guilt churned as I quickly grabbed a towel from the closet and wiped myself down.

It took me another ten minutes to finish dressing up and just as I finished slipping into my shoes, the door opened.  I glanced up, catching sight of Hoseok as he leaned against the door. He looked a little haggard, a black silk shirt unbuttoned to his chest and tucked into fitted jeans. I stared at him, watching the way his gaze roved over every inch of exposed skin, looking just a tad bit worried.

“The Hospital called. “ He said gently, “ They’re ready to release you sister. They want to know if you can come pick her up. The baby’s going to have to stay in the NICU for a couple of weeks.”

I groaned. Great. More bills.

“I need a job. “ I said miserably. “ Help me out.” I stared at him beseechingly and Hoseok gave me a look.

“you know the kind of jobs I provide. You’re not built for it. “ He said shortly and I shook my head, impatient.

“that’s not what I meant and you know it. You and your friends pretty much own every club in the city. Get me a job ….” I whispered, moving to stand in front of him and he recoiled.

Just as always, I thought bitterly. Coward.

As much as a coward now as he’d been ten years ago, when he’d pretended that he didn’t have any feelings for me. Pretended that he didn’t give a damn about me.

The throb in my skull grew in intensity.

My throat was dry and I felt my vision swim a bit. I was tired. Exhausted . I hadn’t slept in….how long really? I hadn’t eaten in a day…for sure… And I likely wasn’t going to be eating for a long while, let alone feeding Jisoo if I didn’t get a job right away. I had twelve thousand won to my name and that was it.

“Jungkook-“ He began but I was sick of his name so I growled.

“Fuck, do you want me to beg Hoseok? I will… I can’t … I need a job… Please.” I said desperately, staring at him and his gaze softened.

“Elena, stop looking at me like that, fuck.” He swore, turning and punching the wall hard. “ fuck.”

“Just help me get a job. I’m not asking you to give me money or something.  You don’t even have to get it for me… Just tell me who’s hiring ? Somewhere away from Jungkook and his men.” I whispered , and the sheer irony of it didn’t escape me. Jung Hoseok was possibly one of Jungkook’s main men.

He ran his hand over his forehead, shaking his head.

“You’re going to get me killed someday.” He muttered, “ Fine. There’s a club down in Itaewon. It caters to cops and lawyers exclusively so Jungkook and his men usually keep out of it. My friend owns the place. His name is Im Jaebum.  I’ll get you a job there , waitressing. Is that alright?” He said softly and I wanted to sob in relief as I nodded. Itaewon meant pretty close to where the bakery was. I could take the bus.

“Fine. I’ll talk to him and call you. Here…” He held out a wad of cash and I took it greedily, eyes widening at the 100,000 written on the margin of each note. This was a lot of money.

“Hoseok…”I said stunned and he shrugged. “ Get food and baby stuff for Jisoo. If she’s going to feed the baby she needs to eat well. Fruits and veggies and lot of protein. If you run out, tell Jaebum you need some advance. He’ll pay you well.”

I nodded, stuffing the money into my pockets quickly . I swallowed when my insides throbbed, aching something fierce.

“Thank you.” I said softly, staring up at him and he hesitated, before reaching out and gently cupping my face in his palm. I flinched at his touch and he recoiled.

“Was he… Did he hurt you?” He whispered quietly and I smiled bitterly.

“Wasn’t that the whole point?” I sighed, shaking my head . I hesitated . I wasn’t sure if Hoseok would listen to me but I had to try at least.

“ Can you not tell him? That… That I was a virgin?” I asked quietly and he nodded.

“Wasn’t planning to.” He said casually.

I stared at him. I’d always found him handsome. Beautiful. Perfect . And I wondered where we had gone so wrong.

“Do you regret it.” I whispered. “ All those choices you made.”

“Which ones? …” he asked bitterly.

“you know… “ I snapped. “ the ones that lead us here. You and me…. Standing here like strangers. “

“I wouldn’t risk my life for a stranger. Which is what I’m doing every time I help you .” He said quietly.

“So what are we then?” I demanded.

“Old friends” He said casually.

I snorted.

“Fucking coward.” I whispered , loud enough for him to hear as I brushed past him and walked away.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I trudged all the way to the VIP room in the hospital flinching because that was probably a lot of money to be repaid , now owed directly to the devil spawn that was Jeon. I had grabbed a small meal on the way before quickly getting the bus to the Hospital. It was little past eleven in the morning and the hallways were packed with people. Sighing, I moved to the room where Jisoo was, slowly opening the door.

Min Yoongi sat on the chair next to the bed, gazing idly at my sister in law.

To say that I was shocked would be the biggest understatement of the century. My lips parted in shock, panic bubbling up inside me as I exhaled sharply.

“What-“ I swallowed gazing between him and my Jisoo, who was sitting up against the backrest on the bed, a tray of food on her lap and a small smile on her face.

“Lena!! You’re here!” She cried out softly, tears filling her eyes at once as she held both her hands up. I moved to hug her but my mind stayed on the man near the bed, his sultry feline eyes trained unblinkingly on her. I wrapped my arms around her, trying to get my breathing to regulate but it was impossible.

What on earth was Yoongi doing here?

“Mr. Min came to see me. He told me he knew Daehwan.” Jisoo said softly, looking sad but hopeful and I felt my heart turn over as I turned to stare at him.

Min Yoongi knew Daehwan as a target . A hit he had carried out himself.

But I couldn’t say a thing. Not in front of Jisoo.

“I’m only here to offer my help. It pains me to see you suffering, Jisoo. I know your husband would want you to be taken care of.” He said softly, his gaze still fixed on her and I didn’t like it. At all.

Bile rising, I gave him a glare.

“I’ll take care of her. Please don’t trouble yourself.” I said shakily and he glanced at me, lips parting a bit, turning into a smirk.

“You look… well rested.” He smirked and I flushed.

“Lena, come on… I know all this…this must be expensive. We can use all the help we can get and Mr. Min-“

“Please call me Yoongi, sweetheart.” Yoongi said charmingly and my sister in law blushed. I felt my skin crawl.

“Y-Yoongi said he has a spare room. I can’t stay in the bakery.  And it’s not like he’s a murderer or anything. He showed me his card. He’s a lawyer.” She said softly and I sighed in despair. Jisoo was naïve bordering on stupid and I wasn’t equipped to deal with this.

As I watched she went back to the food, eating ravenously and I felt my heart clench. I could see the twin damp spots at her chest and I noticed the breast pump on the table. It looked brand new. I hadn’t even thought about things she may need after the baby, too preoccupied with all the hospital bills and medicines I would have to pay for.

Diapers. Baby wipes. Those little flannel pieces mothers used to wipe down the baby. I felt my head spin, turning to Yoongi who was staring at me casually.

“Can we talk?” I said quietly and he straightened.

“Jisoo ssi… Please enjoy your meal. And here…” He gave her his phone. “ If you’re done, just give me a buzz on this.” He showed her something on the phone .” Go on try it.”

Jisoo pressed down on the screen curiously and Yoongi’s watch rang .

He grinned as she smiled.

“See? One touch and I’ll be here yeah?” He said softly, and I felt like I was stuck in some kind of drama, glancing between the pair of them.

“Are you leaving?” She asked curiously and he shook his head.

“I’ll be right here, outside. Having a word with Elena. You can finish your food and I’m guessing it’s time for you to pump again? The pediatrician said you’d have to pump every two hours with the milk so… if you get it ready, I’ll drop it off at the NICU.” He said calmly.

Jisoo nodded, staring at him with wide eyed gratefulness and I sighed in despair.

Yoongi moved to the door and I gave her a small smile before following him.

I waited till the door had closed behind me before turning to him, furious.

“What do you think you’re-“

“I want her.” He said shortly.

I felt my jaw come unhinged.

“No.” I hissed, furious and helpless with rage. “ Yoongi-“

“Don’t make me put a bullet in your head for this, Elena.” He said calmly and I exhaled shakily.

“She’s… You know she’s not like us. She doesn’t know anything about this life. As far as she knows my brother was a surgeon who got killed in a hit and run. You want to …. What do you really want? Did Jungkook put you upto this?”

“If Jungkook would have his way, your sister in law and your new nephew would both be dead. You know this.” Yoongi said casually. God, could I ever have a conversation with anyone without Jungkook being dragged into it? When did my life get twined so intimately with him?

“Where is he?” I asked quickly and Yoongi shrugged.

“He’s out of the country. He left an hour ago.”

“Switzerland….” I said before thinking and Yoongi stiffened.

“How did you know?” He demanded and I froze.

“I… I overheard …..someone.” I muttered and Yoongi moved so fast I barely caught it. The next second I was pressed up against the wall, his forearm pressing into my throat and holding me down while he held a knife right against my jugular.

“Nice try. Now the truth.” He hissed.

“Ouch..” I choked out , coughing  a bit. “ Fine.. Hoseok.. Hoseok told me.”

Yoongi pulled back.

“You fukcing him?” He asked casually and I glared at him.

“none of your business.” I snapped.

He laughed at that.

“I know you aren’t. Hoseok loves his dick too much to risk having it castrated.”

I sighed, shaking my head. I wasn’t here to talk about these bastards.

“Just leave Jisoo alone.” I said quietly and Yoongi sighed.

“What are you going to do with her, Elena. You can barely afford to feed yourself. You should be thankful I’m taking her off your hands.”

I ignored his nonsense and moved till I was pressed up against him, fingers curling into his chest. Yoongi looked surprised, lips twisting in displeasure when I blinked up at him.

“please.. Yoongi…” I begged, “ Don’t do this to me.” I said quietly. “ I … she’s all I have… She… My brother had nothing to do with any of this. You know that….He left this life decades ago. I don’t… I don’t know why Jungkook wanted him dead in the first place. I loved my brother and my brother loved his wife. I owe it to him … Please…just…Please leave her alone.” I whispered softly, letting my fingers drop to grip his arm.  

He tugged his arm away at once.

“ She needs more than empty platitudes and good intentions. She needs food and a place to stay with her baby. I’m giving her that.”

“And what do you get in return?” I demanded angrily. “ She just gave birth, fuck you. You can’t touch her , not unless you’ve lost the last shreds of humanity in that conscience of yours.”

He rolled his eyes.

“I’m not doing this for sex, Elena. If I wanted easy pussy, I would have come to you…” He smirked.  “ Don’t forget that Jungkook and I share our toys, yeah?”

I opened my mouth to retort before remembering that I was trying to get him to listen to him.

“Then why? What do you want…tell me?”

“I told you. I want her. As she is.” Yoongi shrugged.

“You killed her husband.” I said , voice shaking as I remembered what Jungkook had said. About my brother begging for his life because Jisoo was pregnant. And how Yoongi hadn’t given a shit and shot him anyway.

“A minor inconvenience. Trust me if I’d seen her before I killed him…” He sighed, shaking his head in regret and I frowned.

“You would have spared him? “ I asked bitterly and Yoongi laughed.

“No.. I would have killed him sooner.” He smirked. “ Is there a point to this whole conversation… I’m getting bored and Jisoo’s waiting inside.”

“We’re supposed to get her out of the hospital today and-“

“I’m taking her home.” He said briskly. “ I’ve already spoken to her. And She’s agreed that a ramshackle , dilapidated bakery isn’t the right place for a new mother and a tiny baby.”

And the worst part was that I couldn’t even disagree.

And I couldn’t help but feel angry, betrayed. Jisoo was…. How could she? She hadn’t even bothered to talk to me about it… Just agreeing to move in with Yoongi. She was older than me. Supposed to be the smart one. My body ached. If that was the bed she was going to make , she could lie on it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Going somewhere?” Jungkook’s voice made me freeze.

I swallowed, straightening and stepping back almost instinctively. He stood in the doorway, a cigarette held between his teeth as he stared at me . He looked like he’d showered as well, hair still damp and the smells of citrus and mint permeating the air around him.

It was exactly ten days since I’d last seen him and I’d settled into a routine of sorts. Im Jaebum’s bar, Venom was an exclusive club in Itaewon and I could easily disappear into the shadows, staying low and using the beret ( a part of the uniform ) to keep my face hidden as I served the patrons. Like Hoseok had said, the place was filled with cops and lawyers. Yoongi was a frequent fixture here , stopping for just a drink on most days before heading home to my sister in law.

It made me sick but there was nothing I could do about it. Jisoo and little baby Yunsu were both home and needed a l,ot of care. And Yoongi apparently had a cook, a housekeeper and a nanny who helped her out. Jisoo was wary, her senses finally returning but she was also clearly glad to be out of the streets.

“I’m going home after I finish my shift. “ I said softly, trying not to stare as he stepped into the room. I turned away from him moving to the shelves and pushing the small canister in place.

“Where’s home?” He asked casually. I flinched when he stepped right behind me, fingers reaching out to curl on my shoulder, pulling me back till I was flush against his chest. The heat of his body seeped in through the thin fabric of my blouse and I felt my body heat up.

“You got what you wanted.” I said shakily. “ Let me go.” I whispered, dropping the cleaning cloth in the tray on the lower shelves, before moving to grab the mop. I just had to finish mopping the floor . And then I could leave.

But his grip on me stayed firm. I couldn’t move. Foreboding rose inside me.

Jungkook hummed at that, stepping closer, till I felt his chin brush the top of my head as he bent over me, arms coming around me  and fingers lightly unbuttoning the first two buttons of my  shirt. I stared at the dark ink on his forearm. , swallowing as he kept coming closer.

“What I wanted? That pathetic little display ten days ago?”  He whispered softly “ Just think about this Elena ……  I’ve been chasing you for years, I got rid of your entire family and yet I let you live. Why do you think that was, huh? “ He shook his head, “ For two minutes of you lying underneath me like a frigid bitch? You think that’s what I want Elena? Think I’ll be satisfied with that? ” He laughed.

I stared at the wall in front of me  and I couldn’t do this. Couldn’t play this sick game with him. Not when he kept changing the rules . Not when there was nothing left for me to gamble or lose.

“Jisoo. I have to go see her. Just… Just let me go see her. I need to see if she’s alright and then we can talk. ” I whispered. Jungkook smiled, tilting my  head to the side with his fingers. I felt the damp press of his lips against my jaw and my skin crawled.

“Don’t worry, Yoongi’s taking care of her.” He whispered softly and I felt my heart turn over in my chest at the reminder. I’d been forced to relent because Yoongi had taken her home to a fully finished and decorated nursery , a closet full of baby clothes for her son and nursing clothes for her. She had been bowled over and when I’d told her to think about the why of it…she’d given me a helpless sort of smile. . As far as she was concerned , Yoongi had been nothing but generous and kind… And she wasn’t going to say no to him because she couldn’t afford to..

“I… he promised me he’d let me see her. And the baby…every day. That was the deal.”

Jungkook laughed.

“I thought I made this clear . You don’t get to make deals with anyone because you belong to me. I get to decide what happens to you. Anytime. Anywhere. Do you need another demonstration , Elena?” His hand moved to my breast, groping the flesh, fingers rough and hard and I whimpered in pain.

“No..” I choked out , eyes widening in terror and he made quick work of the rest of the buttons on my blouse. Junkook hummed, kissing the back of my neck and slowly turning me around in his arms.

“Relax. You don’t have a job. How are you going to feed her and the kid? Yoongi isn’t like me. He doesn’t hold a lot of grudges. And for some reason he seems to have a hard on for your sister in law. He wants to marry her. ” He chuckled and I felt nausea bloom.

“No.. Don’t… Don’t do that to her. She’s not like us. She doesn’t know… She doesn’t have anything to do with this life.” I begged, heart racing at the thought of Jisoo, helpless and scared and alone with a baby , trapped with a fucking assassin. Yoongi killed for a living . That was his job. Jisoo was delicate and sensitive.

“She still needs to eat and live right? With what?  He’s feeling particularly generous so he’s taken her home . You don’t have to worry about them anymore… Isn’t that nice?” he smirked and I felt my throat go dry.

I clenched my fists, feeling my breath catch.

“The only person you need to worry about yourself is yourself. Isn’t that how you prefer it anyway? Beautiful selfish Elena who never gave a fuck about anyone but herself. Isn’t that who you truly are, angel?” He smiled.

“Not anyone…. Just you… I don’t give a fuck about you.” I said defiantly, staring right up at him.  

Jungkook stared at me and stepped closer, reaching out and running his fingers up and down my cheek. I flinched because he still held the lit cigarette.

“None at all?”  He asked curiously, lightly tapping on the end of the cigarette, and I flinched when the hot ash spilled onto my shoulder.

“Did that hurt, baby?” He whispered, leaning in and pressing the cigarette to my lips.” I’m sorry. Breathe in for me.” He stuck the cigarette into my mouth and I pulled away , coughing and disgusted.

I closed my eyes as his free hand went to my wrist, tugging me closer. I stiffened as he wrapped his arms around me, drawing me in till my face pressed against his chest, his body flush against mine, one hand moving back to stroke my back.

“I missed you. You’re terrible at pleasing me but I think…with a little bit of training, you can make me cum… ” He smirked. “ Let’s start with a blowjob, yeah?”

I stiffened.

“No.” I said softly and he smirked, pulling back.

“No?” He asked softly. . I felt my throat go dry in fear as I noticed the way his gaze shifted.   I bit my lips to stifle the pain as He carefully pressed the lit end of the cigarette right against the curve of my breast , pressing in for a couple of seconds and pulling away just before the skin began to singe. He glanced up at me, and I blinked through the tears, pain spreading all over my chest at the burn. That would leave a scar, I thought miserably.

“Wrong answer. Try again.” He whispered.

“Go to Hell.” I choked out.

I flinched when his fingers slipped up into my hair, gripping hard. My scalp burned, sharp and insistent and instinct made me grip his wrist, trying to get him off but it was impossible.

“Let me go..” I snapped, glaring at him. God, How I hated him.

“Was I your first??” He whispered, dragging me close enough that his lips brushed my ear. “ Never had a cock before? Was that why you were so fucking tight?”

I bit my lips, glaring at him, defiant and furious. Did Hoseok actually tell him? That two faced snake…. God , why did these fuckers never leave me alone?

“Seokjin hyung told me…Told me he was looking forward to breaking a virgin and that made me think….God, I was the first cock she ever had….” He hummed, looking infinitely pleased.

“Yes. And I got to say… I don’t know what the fuss is about. You couldn’t even make me cum.” I snapped and Jungkook grinned, grip tightening and the other hand moving to curl around my waist, squeezing hard.

“Did I make you bleed from between your legs Elena? Tell me I did….Cause that’s fucking hot. ” He whispered, voice low and gruff.

Jungkook, I thought vacantly, was a psychopath.

“Go to Lisa. Go fuck her and make her bleed if that’s what gets you off….  and leave me alone.” I whispered and he smiled, bending down pressing a kiss right where he’d burned my skin.

“I don’t need you to tell me that. She’s my fiancé. The woman I’m going to marry. And you know what that means? I actually give a shit whether she cums or not. And trust me she does. Multiple times. Sometimes so hard she passes out.”

“Or maybe she fakes it. Maybe she passes out because she can’t stand your touch either.” I shrugged. “ Because we all know that’s what she’s good at Jungkook. She faked her friendship with me , she’ll fake her loyalty to you.”

“Always got something smart to say, huh Elena? Let’s see how mouthy you get when I’m shoving my cock down your throat.”

I flinched when he pushed me, hard enough to send me sprawling on the floor. I caught myself with difficulty , throwing my hands out to keep my head from hitting the floor. I flinched at the pain that shot up my body, every inch throbbing because of how rough this fucker had been with me.

Ten days and the aftermath of that night still lingered on me.

And it was three in the morning  and I’d spent eight hours on my feet bussing tables , I was exhausted.

I closed my eyes, before pressing my palm against the floor, trying to pull myself up when I felt the press of his shoe at the base of my spine, pushing me down.

I whimpered in shock, my hands giving out and shoulder crashing down into the floor.

“Stay down for a second, baby.” He whispered and I exhaled.

I pressed my palm against the floor, head dropping on to the carpeted floor . I whimpered when I felt him crouch down, foot digging in harder into my back and I curled my fingers into the carpet to swallow the pained sound that bubbled up in my throat.

“I’m going to fuck you again. And this time I want you to do all the work.” Jungkook’s voice came from over me and I flinched. I considered the odds of me putting up a fight and actually winning. It was laughable. I wasn’t going to fight a force of nature. And that was what Jeon Jungkook was.

“ You can’t make me do anything Jungkook.” I whispered finally. “ You can hit me and rape me and kill me but you can’t make me do anything to you. You just have to live with that.”

His foot lifted off my spine and I felt hands on my arms, pulling me up till I was kneeling. I watched as he moved around to stand in front of me.

“Look at me.” He said carefully.” From now you only speak when I tell you to.”

“ Whatever.  Let’s get this over with so I can go see my sister and my nephew.“ I said shakily.

He sighed deeply at that, shaking his head.

“See, if it was upto me, I’d just put a bullet in both their heads. Cos at this point they’re just proving to be a nuisance.”

My blood turned to ice in my veins.

“ But,  Yoongi’s just getting to know your pretty little Jisoo…And he’s my favorite hyung. So I’m going to let her live. But, let’s not invade their privacy for a while.” He began unbuckling his belt and I felt nausea rise inside me.

“Jungkook?” The voice came from the door and I stiffened.  Jungkook groaned.

“Baby, what the fuck are you doing here?” He said gruffly, standing up and using his knee to push me out of the way roughly. I swore, gripping the edge of the table near me to steady myself before turning around to stare at the woman at the door.  I stumbled to my feet, still feeling a little out of it. I needed food. Before I collapsed in a heap on the floor.

“You were supposed to come see me tonight. I went looking for you everywhere and I find you here about to get with some common whore?”  she shouted and I stiffened, glaring at her.

She stood framed in the doorway, staring at me for a second before letting her gaze wander all over the room. She stared at me, eyes taking in the unbuttoned blouse and I quickly moved to put the buttons back on.

“Did you fuck her?” She demanded angrily and Jungkook hummed.

“Since when did I owe you answers, angel?” He asked casually and I watched the woman’s eyes widen, before her brows furrowed in a frown.

“ So what, I can’t ask you who you’re with ?” She asked angrily and Jungkook groaned , kicking out at the nearest stand with enough force to send it toppling over the side, crashing to floor and breaking on impact. I stumbled, back, wrapping my arms around myself as he fairly growled.

“What the fuck is up with all you cunts today?” He demanded, glancing at me in distaste. “ I come back after busting my ass at work for ten entire days . I just needed to get my dick sucked and you two.” He shook his head, hand reaching into his jacket and I felt my eyes widen when he pulled his glock out, releasing the safety and loading the gun before pressing the muzzle right against her skull.

The woman whimpered, hands held up as he tapped the firearm against her.

“You. You don’t come anywhere near me unless I send for you. Is that clear?” He asked sharply and she nodded frantically, abject terror written all over her face.

He turned to me.

“And you. You’re coming with me.” He said quietly and I felt my eyes widen. I opened my mouth to protest but the girl at the door beat me to it.

“I think not…. You’re not taking her anywhere, Jungkook, I’ll-“ She began, reaching forward to grab him and Jungkook moved so quickly, I could barely blink.

The shot rang out , making me jump and I watched as she crumbled to the floor, crying out in pain. I stared in horror, watching the hole in her arm, spilling blood all over the floor and the hallway and my throat went completely dry,  staring at the girl on the floor and the blank, absolutely merciless look on his face.

“Just because I let you sit on my cock once in a while, doesn’t mean you get a say in how I live my life.” He said quietly, using his foot to prod her hip. He glanced at me and I felt my throat go dry as he pulled the glock back to reload it.

He aimed the gun right at me, eyes dark and heavy.

“Are you going to be good for me, baby? Or do you need a physical demonstration as well?” He tilted his head to where the girl was on the floor, pressing her palm against her arm.

“She’s  bleeding out.. “ I choked out. “ you need to get her help, Jungk-“

Another shot rang out and I jumped, heart in my throat as I tried to understand what had happened. It took me a second to realize that he hadn’t shot me. That he had fired at the ceiling.

“Answer the bloody question Elena.” He growled and I flinched, nodding.

“I… I’ll listen… Just…” I glanced back at the poor girl on the floor.” Get her some help.”

Jungkook smiled a little. He turned to the girl on the floor and shook his head.

“Get up baby. Go find Hoseok and get that patched up, yeah? And don’t provoke me the next time, yeah? ” He said casually and she stumbled to her feet, looking disoriented and scared as she moved out of the door.

“ And you. “ He glared at me. “Finish dressing up and follow me.”

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“Where are we going?” I asked nervously, fighting the instinct to just take off at a sprint, as we walked down the road to where his Mercedes was parked.

“My home. Where else?” He said casually and I stiffened.

“Jungkook-“

“Didn’t I tell you not to speak unless I ask you to, Elena? I’m jet lagged and angry. Trust me , you don’t want to piss me off now.” He said casually and I swallowed.

He opened the door for me, the polite gesture so at odds with what he was doing that my head began to throb.

But I climbed in nonetheless. I stayed quiet for the short ride to his apartment , eyes fixed straight ahead and Jungkook was quiet too. I was too exhausted to be scared, I thought despondently, my eyes drooping because of how long I’d been up. Glancing out the window, I watched the cars whizz by, people living their lives, completely unaware that almost all of them were merely tiny little gears in a machine run exclusively by men like Jungkook. That all their lives, spent working and earning and dying…it was all meaningless. They had no say in anything. People like Jungkook were the ones who got to shape the world to their liking. The ones who got to play God.

And Jungkook was definitely the closest to an omnipotent human I’d ever come across.

Powerful, untouchable and terrifying.

So perhaps, it was a little flattering, that I was the one thing he couldn’t get out of his head.

I glanced at him discreetly.

He was beautiful, I thought with a pang. One of the most beautiful men on this planet. Despite the years, his boyish charm was still right there on his face and he could slip on a plaid shirt , a white t shirt and stone wash jeans and pass off as an innocent college student. I stared at the taut jaw, the long column of his neck and the broad back. His biceps bulged when he gripped the steering when and my eyes lingered on the long fingers curled around the wheel.

I jumped when his hand moved to grip the stick shift , curling on the knob and yanking it back with force. I swallowed, thighs pressing together as my mind shifted to that night in Hoseok’s club. I hated myself for how often I relived it. And not always with disgust.

My fingers fell on the ring on his finger. His engagement ring, I thought with a pang. Lisa. Beautiful, wonderful Lisa who had been a dear friend . Once. For all her shortcomings I knew she loved the man who sat next to me. Cared deeply for him, even. Why else would she do this to me? She must have strong feelings for him , if  it had prompted her to throw away our friendship of over a decade.

“You’re cheating on her then.” I said quietly.  His reminder to not talk to him rang in my head but I couldn’t stop myself. He wasn’t a stranger. And that ring…the ring that promised to bind two people forever….. I’d worn it too. For him.

Jungkook didn’t reply, merely glancing at me in passing.

I sighed, looking at my knees, feeling my shoulders tremble a bit.

“Is she going to be there?” I asked quietly.

He exhaled sharply. I noticed the way his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“No.”  He said shortly.

“She lives with you right? You said we’re going home ….then where is she-“

“What is this, twenty fucking questions?” He snapped and I swallowed. “ I’m not taking you home to my fiancée Elena, do I look like a fucking idiot? “ He shook his head.

Before I could demand more answers, he was pulling over into a side alley. I watched as he carefully parked the car before stepping out.  Second later, he was coming around and opening the door.

I stared at him, gripping the hem of my blouse, tight. My stomach twisted into knots.

“Can’t you just let me go?” I whispered softly, pride forgotten in the wake of my tiredness. Jungkook stared at me, face eerily blank.

“Get out of the car.”

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“Like it?” He asked softly and I stood on the threshold, taking in the lavishly decorated apartment on the top floor of the building. I noticed the portrait right up front, a large full sized photo of me and Jungkook from nearly a decade ago, wrapped around each other in a hug , showing off our engagement bands.

“What is this?”

“It was supposed to be your wedding gift. From me. I bought it for you. Nine years ago. Thought you should see it.” He said quietly.

I stayed perfectly still , as he wrapped his hands around me in a hug.

“Why did you leave me, Elena?” He asked quietly and I felt my throat go dry.

“Why do you still have this place? Get rid of it.” I snapped. He laughed at that , pulling away and turning me around till I stared at him.

“ Will you stay here, with me?” He asked softly and I froze.

“You’re out of your mind.” I said shortly.

He hummed.

“Possibly. But then, the problem is this. If I tell you , you can’t leave this place ever again….There’s not much you can do about it, right?” He said thoughtfully and I felt a sob building in my chest.

“I… Don’t.” I said shakily.

“You should see the bedroom. Come.”

His fingers wrapped around my wrist dragging me past the lavish couch and sofa, past a well kept bar onto a wide hallway dimly lit. He stopped at the second door on the right, reaching out to open the lock.  The room was plunged in darkness and I hesitated.

“Go on… After you, Mrs. Jeon.” He said softly . I could feel distaste creeping up my spine at the name, shivering a bit as I stepped into the darkness.

“Can you imagine, if we’d gotten married. This is what our first night together would be like…” He pressed against my back, arms coming around me , so gentle that I shivered.

“Jungkook…what are you doing?” I asked shakily.

“Shush…. “ He whispered, moving to unbutton my blouse again. I grabbed his wrists quickly.

“We aren’t married. I’m not your wife.” I said sharply and I felt him go still behind me.

“Shut your mouth and play along like a good girl.” He said quietly. He shook my hands off, moving to undo the buttons again.

Not sure what he expected, I stayed perfectly still as he hummed, pressing soft feather light kisses down my jaw and past my shoulders. His hands stroked up and down my arm as he laughed .

“Did you miss me Elena…..all these years…” He said quietly. “ Because I missed you. So much.”

He hugged me close, tight and hard.

“Are you scared?” He whispered, “ honey?”

“Oh, God…” I choked out, nausea rising up in my throat at the endearment.

“My wife…” He whispered, pressing a few more kisses against my skin before pushing me a bit towards the bed. “ Should I turn on the lights? I wanna see you.”

He nudged me towards the bed and my legs gave out when I hit the edge of it, legs turning to jelly as I sat on it, shaky and creeped out and terrified. Jungkook moved to turn on the lamp on the bedside table, a soft golden glow lighting up the bed .

“Look at you… so beautiful.” He whispered and I watched as he tugged off his shirt, before moving to his belt. He was watching me like I was something precious. Like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“What are you doing?” I asked quietly and he smiled, running his fingers over the tattoos decorating his chest. He stopped at a large ornate tiger lily, inscribed right over his heart.

“Do you like it?” he said softly. “ I got this for you. My Elena…. As delicate as a lily and as brave as a tiger.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

“Either fuck me or let me go, I’m not here to talk about-“

He slapped me, so hard that my head whipped to the side, my face feeling like it had caught fire. I gasped, the pain spreading all over my jaw and I couldn’t quite grasp what had just happened. I pressed shaky fingers to the throbbing skin near my mouth, eyes watering at the sting.

“Didn’t I tell you to play along, angel?” He whispered sharply and I closed my eyes , shuddering.

Play along. Do it if you want to get out of here alive. ‘

Fucking psychopath.

“ It’s beautiful, Jungkook.” I whispered softly, glancing at him with teary eyes. He nodded.

“We’ll get one for you too. A wolf. With the initials JK on it…. Right here…” He lightly traced a path over my collarbone and I hoped to God, this was some sick fantasy. That he wasn’t seriously considering tattooing his initials on me.

“Strip for me baby… All of it. I want to see you.” He whispered and I hesitated just long enough to take a deep breath. I reached back, quickly undoing my bra clasp and pulling the fabric off.  I hooked my thumbs into my skirt and my panties, tugging both of them off me, swiftly. I dropped all of it on the floor next to the bed, before moving to kneel in the middle of the bed, staring at him with a smile that felt physically painful.

“I’m going to make you feel good, baby.” He whispered quietly, crawling over on top of me.

“Lay down for me.” He said, and I felt repulsed, as he kissed my lips, soft and gentle, pressing in till I was flat on my back, legs parted so he could lie in between.

It was so different from last time and somehow ten times worse.

Jungkook pressed kisses all over my face, whispering gentle words against my skin that felt like acid.

“So beautiful…. Mine. You were always mine Elena. Mine to touch and mine to break . Mine to love and mine to fuck.”

I stared as he loomed over, his face inches from mine, his gaze deceptively affectionate, his eyes warm and almost soft. I watched as he came closer, his lips closing over mine. Instinctively I kept my lips together but his fingers curled around my thigh, squeezing hard enough to make me whimper, lips parting . He pressed his tongue in then , licking into my mouth and I brought my hands up, instinctively wrapping around the bare skin of his shoulders and my body thrummed at the feeling of his muscles under my fingers.

Curiosity made me foolish, and I found myself tracing the hills and valleys of his skin, fascinated by the way the muscles flexed, every time he moved his arm.

“You like that? I worked hard on those…” He chuckled, watching me curl my fingers around his biceps. He was so… big. I moved my fingers up to the hardness of his chest, splaying my palm on his pecs and my fingers caught a hard little scar, almost perfectly round and deep.

“What is this…” I asked , curious my finger dipping into the healed skin and he hummed.

“Your father . He shot me when I was chasing his car down in Jeju Do. Foolish bastard. Thought he could outrun me.” He laughed .

I glanced at him, catching his eyes and the ebbing laughter , my heart twisting.

“Then why am I here? You hate my father. You killed my entire family. So why am I here, Jungkook?”  I asked foolishly, my heart breaking a bit and he hesitated.

“Because you’re mine.” He said simply.

I closed my eyes in despair.

“If this was our wedding night…. What would you say…?” He asked suddenly.

I stared at him, confused.

“What?”

“If we got married back then… When you were eighteen. And it was our first night together….. what would you say?”

I sighed.

“I’d ask you to ….to be gentle.” I whispered.

He nodded.

“Tell me , then.”

I stared at him, feeling helpless.

“Go on, Elena.” He said again.

“Jungkook…” I began but he shook his head.

“Ggukkie.” He said softly. “ Call me GGukkie… That’s what you used to call me …when we were young.”

I clenched my fists, on his chest, resisting the urge to push him off. That wouldn’t end well for me.

“GGukkie…” I whispered, finally, glancing up at him, licking my lips and parting them gently, eyes as wide as they could go, “ you know its my first time right?”

Jungkook’s eyes fairly danced at that and he hummed, leaning closer.

“Is it, baby?” He asked, reaching up to brush my hair away, fingers gentle on my face.

Get into it. Get into it and get it over with.

“You know it is…” I pouted, “ No one else can touch me. I’m yours , aren’t I GGukkie…”

He laughed, rubbing his nose against mine.

“That you are, kitten.”

Kitten? That’s a new one.

Shut up and stay in character , fuck.

I was so fucking screwed.

“ So… will you be gentle?” I whispered , “ I don’t want it to hurt.”

Jungkook wrapped his arms around me rolling over and taking me with him till I was lying flat on top of him.

“Then how about this angel? You can ride me…. As slow and gentle as you like. Make yourself feel good on my cock, yeah….?”

I stared at him.

I’m gonna fuck you and you’re going to do all the work.

He’d played me like a fiddle.

“Well baby? Go on…. Take my pants off.”

I exhaled angrily, before moving down, to tug on his pants. He helped me take them off kicking off his boxer briefs as well.

That’s a beautiful dick. Objectively. Very pretty.

Shut the fuck up.

“ Get it wet for me baby….” He said softly. I glanced down at the hard length of it, jutting out of the small thatch of hair and felt my mouth go dry . Which would be counterproductive if I wanted to get it wet. So I swirled my tongue around my mouth, trying to get my mouth moist, before leaning down and carefully wrapping my lips around the head.

Fuck, he tastes good.

I shook my head a bit to clear the voice in my head, glancing up at him with my lips stretched around the soft pink head and he was looking right back at me, eyes heavy and dark .

“Go on baby, take more of it in, use your tongue…make me feel good.”

I closed my eyes, letting the spit coat the hard length of his cock, sinking down till the tip began to inch down my throat. I sucked lightly, running my tongues back and forth on whatever skin I could touch and it was like sucking a lollipop except the lollipop was thick enough to stretch my mouth wide and hit the back of my throat.

I felt his hand reach into my hair, gripping hard and I whimpered.

“Be gentle…” I whispered, pulling off and his eyebrows shot up , clearly in surprise . He stared at me for a second, as though considering my request and then his fingers loosened , threading through the strands soothingly.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He whispered . I went back to sucking him off, somehow my natural tendency to work hard making me bob up and down, using my tongue and taking him as deep as I could. I felt a sick sort of satisfaction when he moaned in pleasure and for some damn reason I wanted to draw more sounds out of him.

This is a dream. Either that or you tripped over a pothole and fell into another dimension.

“ Are you wet ? Come here, so I can check….” Jungkook said softly and I pulled off moving up to straddle his hips. I flinched when he reached down, tracing my slit with carefully fingers before slipping in two. I tightened against the intrusion, still sore on the inside and he pulled his fingers out, bringing them up to my mouth.

“Suck…and get them nice and wet if you don’t want it to hurt.” He said quietly and I wrapped my lips around his fingers, letting my spit coat the slender digits.

When he pushed them back into me, the slide was easier , wetter and I gripped his shoulders, trying to relax around him. It felt foreign but also good… I felt good…

I stared down at him, the broad muscled body and the handsome face and for a crazy moment I imagine what it would have been, if I had married him. Would it have been this….this… weird pleasure that was somehow both painful and exhilarating at the same time. I bit my lips as he curled his fingers inside me, rubbing at some spot high up inside me that sent heat shooting straight up my spine, slick dripping out of me and onto the hard planes of his stomach like honey from a comb.

“Now sit on my cock.” He said quietly. I trembled, reaching down to lightly grip his cock, moving till the head lined up right against my slit or where I thought my slit was. Biting my lips, I lowered my body, feeling my body cleave to let him in, his cock pressing in and in and in.

My knees gave out and I slid down the length of him, the sudden, incredible fullness knocking the breath right out of me.

“ Fuck…baby….you alright?” He whispered and it messed with my head, the way he actually looked concerned and worried and I couldn’t take anymore of it.

“Please… Please… I just… I want to go home…” I whimpered, feeling full and stretched out, my thighs trembling and my insides wet and warm and somehow stuck between wanting more and wanting it to end.

Jungkook grunted, fingers curling over both my hips and lifting me lightly and with ease.

“Come on baby…. Ride me….” He whispered, “ Put your hands on my chest and roll your hips, up and down .”

I did as he said, one hand braced against his chest, the other gripping his shoulder as I tried to move on him but it was hopeless. I had no energy or inclination to do this and the pleasure was fast ebbing into frustration. Jungkook seemed to sense it because he growled.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking bad at this… Fine… Just lay there and let me use that stupid cunt of yours.” He snapped,  gripping my waist and folding his knees just enough to brace his feet on the bed. I gasped as I got lifted a bit , his cock slipping in impossibly deeper , the tip nudging close to my cervix , the lightest brush of it send sharp jolts of electric pain pleasure up my spine.

“Oh fuck,..” I breathed as he pistoned into me, hips hitting my ass with brutal force as he fucked up into me and I could only tremble, eyes fluttering shut, fingers going numb from how hard I was gripping him.

“You’re gonna cum today… I’m gonna make you cum on my cock…” He growled, reaching down and pressing his thumb against my clit, rubbing softly, slow circles that were almost gentle compared to the brutal pounding oh his hips and I felt my mouth go slack, wetness slipping out of my tongue and dripping down my chin because of how excruciatingly good it felt, having him so deep, pressing in against the edge of my womb and I and to press my palm, right up against my belly , stunned because of how my body seemed to open and shift to make room for him.

“I’m gonna cum inside you, right inside your womb, fuck…. Gonna carry my babies for me, right sweetheart? Gonna watch you get round and full with my seed , watch you drip milk all over me with those beautiful tits….fuck…”

The shock of his words sent me over the edge, my body clenching down on him as I came, my orgasm so strong that I felt like I was cramping up on the inside and I toppled forward onto him, landing on his chest and bouncing a bit. Jungkook grunted a little, wrapping both his arms around me, holding close as he fucked me right through the aftershocks, body stilling only when I stopped shuddering and I felt warm wetness spill inside me, so deep that I knew I would have to swallow three morning after pills after this, although I was on birth control.

Because one could never be too sure with these things.

Jungkook stayed still under me and it took me a few seconds to catch my breath. I finally levered myself off of him, legs shaking as I rolled over and onto the bed before breathing in huge lungfuls of air.

“Can I go?” I choked out.

Jungkook grunted. “ Get the fuck out of here.”

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When I stumbled out of the cab, exhausted and out of my mind with self loathing, I didn’t expect to see Hoseok sitting on the pavement outside the bakery, leaning against a streetlight, face warm but determined.

“Hobi?” I asked stunned. “ What are you-“

He cut me off with a kiss.

I stared wide eyed as he pulled me into an embrace, wrapping me in warmth and scent of his cologne, his hands impossibly gentle around me as he all but cradled me against his body, his lips moving gently against mine.

“Elena…” He breathed against my lips, eyes glinting . “ I love you. I’ve been in love with you for years. I’m so fucking sorry for being such a coward but you deserve to know… you deserve to know how I feel about you.”

I stared at him in disbelief, my heart pounding as I punched his chest in desperation.

“No… No fuck you… what are you doing…. He’ll kill you…” I hissed and he tightened his arms around me.

“I don’t care.” He hissed. “ I don’t… I can’t just… I can’t let him hurt you like this. I won’t. I’m going to tell him. I’m going to tell him to let you go or lose our friendship.” He said angrily and I trembled.  

My heart raced because Hoseok was the only one I’d ever loved. In every way a girl could love a boy. He was and had always been this confusing breed of brother and friend while everyone had drooled after Jeon Jungkook , I’d always been drawn to him…drawn to his quiet strength and to the way he had always treated me as an equal…

But… but Jungkook…. Jungkook who would put a bullet in his brain without a thought if he thought that Hoseok was trying to move in on something that belonged to him…..

“Hoseok…just… Don’t. I… I love you too…” I breathed out, tired and scared and so fucking worried because what if someone was listening even now..what if word got to Jungkook and he tried to hurt ….i couldn’t even think it.

“Come find me when Jungkook is busy . When he can’t find us…” I said softly, reaching out and pressing my palm against his face.

“I’m not scared of him.” Hoseok growled  and it was ridiculous.  

“But I’m scared of losing you. “ I said quickly. “ We can’t… He can’t know. Ever.”

Hoseok nodded before pulling me close again.

“Was he too rough?” He whispered and I blinked, flushing. I shook my head.

“No.. I. No. I think…”

“I hate that he was the one to touch you, first. You.. You deserve to know how good it can be…. How gentle.. I want to… fuck…” He shook his head pulling away and I wrapped my arms around myself.

“We can’t…” I said quietly. “ you know we can’t.”

He glanced at me, eyes blazing and lips parted and I groaned.

“Don’t look at me like that Hobi…” I whispered, shaking my head.

“Tomorrow. He’s going to Jeju Do , to inspect a new resort. He won’t be back till the day after. Call in sick at work.” He said quietly and I bit my lips, feeling a bit like a whole idiot.

I nodded.

He reached forward and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

No self preservation skills at all, I thought miserably.  

If Jungkook found out…….

Author’s Note : I’ll add the taglist here tomorrow

[justatirednightowl]

Helping Hands

Pairing: Shy!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky is a little shy but he wants to know how you put your buns up.

Warnings: Bucky is a little touch starved 🥺 fluff, making him feel relaxed and happy ❤️

Word count: 675

Author’s Notes: I want to thank my bestie @you-expect-too-much for the inspiration for this beautiful piece 🥺 I read one of her fics and it was so beautifully inspiring I couldn’t help myself! 🥺

“How do you do that?” His deep voice startled you slightly. Pulling your eyes away from the book you’re reading, you look up at a curious Bucky.

“How do I do what?” You smile, closing your book and shifting your body under the blanket so you can face him more easily. His eyes linger on the messy bun you have. He pulls his lip between his teeth and releases it before answering.

“That bun? How did you put your hair up in a bun?”

“Oh! It’s actually very easy you just– would you like me to do it for you? It’ll take just a second.” You offer, pulling the spare hair-tie off your wrist. He nods shyly, his eyes averting and looking everywhere but yours.

You motion for him to sit on the floor between your legs. He presses his back against the front of the couch and your fingers gently comb his hair backwards. His hair feels silky soft, it smells like coconut and it’s hard to resist the urge to bury your nose in his hair and take a deep inhale. You resist though, not wanting to freak him out by acting a little too creepy. Bucky still wasn’t used to people touching him. Not even Steve, you would see him flinch and panic slightly from even a gentle pat on his back.

It also took him a very long time to come out of his shell, to even say hello to people. You had to be gentle and you had to be slow. You knew he still had a long way to go, but this was baby steps and you were the only one out of the group making progress with him, something you’re very proud of.

Your nails scrape along his scalp gently to gather the hair, you hear him whimper and for a second you’re afraid you’ve gone too far. You go to pull your hand away when he sighs in contentment, you realise he wasn’t whimpering in discomfort but pleasure.

“You okay, Buck?” Your voice was barely a whisper. You wanted to make sure he was doing okay down there.

“I’m okay.” He sighs, lifting his head up and his eyes close. He looks more than okay, this is the most relaxed you’ve ever seen him.

You do it again, gently scrape your nails to comb his hair backwards. Another whimper and sigh brings a very small smile to your face.

“How high or low do you want your bun?” You ask him, your whispered voice startling him like he had done to you at the beginning. He was spaced out, never felt so relaxed in his life.

“Uh, my hair is a bit short so maybe a low bun? Wait, will I look too girly?” He turns his face to search yours. His eyebrows pinched together and you smile.

“No Buck, you definitely won’t look girly. Man buns are very common these days, especially with men with stubbles and beards - just like you have.” You smile, resisting another temptation to smooth your fingertips over his week-old stubble. Speckles of grey hairs mixed with the darker hairs made you almost feral for this man. If his good looks and staggering height didn’t already win you over.

Bucky faces forward, staring at the white wall while you once again comb his hair for the last time, collecting the loose bits of hair and bringing it down towards the nape of his neck. Once you’re satisfied you have every strand, you tie his hair into a neat man bun.

“All done!” You say with a tap of his right shoulder. He stands and looks in the mirror, admiring your work. He spins on his heels and flashes you a toothy grin. His pearly white teeth are dazzling and there’s an imaginary fist pump that you were the one to make him smile like that.

“You’re amazing! Thank you, doll.” The pet name rolls off his tongue so easily, you ignore the way your stomach feels, like a swarm of butterflies fluttering around. “Don’t know how I would have done it without you.”

“It’s no problem! Anytime you want it in a bun, you’ll know where to find me!”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

From that day forward, Bucky always searched for you and asked you to either brush his hair, tie his hair or even do your signature man bun on him. He took your advice and grew his beard out. The beard accentuated his features more clearly. Since you had confessed to him that you find the whole man bun attractive, Bucky kept his longish hair. Not wanting you to ever stop touching him so gently and so softly.

[universitypenguin]

Bucky Barnes is a Traditional Man

- Bucky Barnes is a traditional man in the sense that his woman comes first.

- You have more doors held open for you than you could have imagined before you began dating Bucky.

- Door to buildings, your car door (always!), he even moves one step ahead of you when you walk down the stairs in heels so he could break your fall, just in case.

- James Buchanan Barnes is quite protective of his girlfriend.

- He’s in love with you and it finally allows some of the deeper wounds from Hydra, from the war, and losing Steve to heal.

- His heart was cold and aching before he met you. Now it’s warm and soft.

- Your perspective on the world is something that attracted him to you in the first place. You’re an optimist in a jaded world and vibrant with life in a way he’s not sure he’s even capable of.

- But somehow, being with you helps bridge the gap. He can look in the mirror and not see the Winter Soldier looking back at him. Instead he sees the man from the 1940s who loved to dance and who hoped to win a boxing title.

- You gave him that man back with your care and affection, even before the two of you fell in love. And he feels such a gratitude for that his heart throbs and his eyes glass over when he thinks about it for too long.

- Bucky is a man in love and you’re happier with him than you ever thought was possible to be. Things are so good between you two; easy, light, and sweet.

- Then one night at dinner Bucky forgets his phone. He asks to borrow your to check the score of a baseball game.

- And he accidentally finds an open porn tab. Curious, he turns the screen so no one else can see and watches. His stomach twists. The appetizer from earlier suddenly isn’t sitting so well.

- Choking.

- You watch porn with men choking their women.

- He’s not judging. He’s really not. But he’d been hoping for something he could replicate for you, and this? He can’t. Not in a million years.

- He’s afraid of hurting you.

- He doesn’t say it out loud because it feels like speaking one of his worst fears into existence. He doesn’t want even the words to pass his lips and take root in your imagination.

- You can’t see him like that. Like a monster. Too many others have and there’s enough truth behind the title for him to sleep well at night, despite all his progress. But most of the time, he sleeps well. It’s because of you and he knows it. Your comforting presence allows him to relax.

- He sleeps in bed with you nowadays. He likes how firm your mattress is.

- He struggles through dinner, the video playing through the back of his mind. When you ask him what the score of the game was he can’t figure out what you’re talking about. It’s an awkward moment.

- The thing here, is that Bucky Barnes is a traditional man. His woman comes first. So he’s going to do whatever it takes to please you and he knows it.

- You always come first. Both in the bedroom and out of it. That’s one of his rules. So he’s already forming ideas about how he’s going to accommodate your kink.

- Two weeks later is your anniversary. He gets flowers, takes you to a nice restaurant and when you get home, brings up the thing.

- “I found your porn open when I borrowed your phone. I’m guessing that you like choking, doll?”

- Your cheeks turn bright red. And you stammer.

- “Hey. Don’t be embarrassed. I want to know this stuff. I need to. How can I please you if we don’t talk about it?”

- “Bucky, you don’t have to... I would never ask you...”

- He smiles. He loves that you’re protective of him in your own way. Knowing this has done a lot for his mental well-being. It makes the relationship between you two solid and strong.

- “I want to give you everything you want in bed,” Bucky says.

- “But you already do!”

- That’s true. Too many of your ex-boyfriends were quick and rough without taking the time for foreplay.

- Bucky is an expert at foreplay. He’s able to build the tension until you fall apart for him is an addiction that he feeds as often as he can. Knowing he provides for your needs like no other man before him is a point of pride for him. (Private pride, that is. Even Sam doesn’t know anything about his sex life. Some parts of 1940’s discretion is very much ingrained in him. It’s not shame. He just likes keeping intimacy... intimate.)

- Bucky is slow and sensual in bed, warm and passionate. With him sex really does feel like making love. It was on your first night together that you’d fallen for him and his patient, gentle way of touching you.

- Orgasming had been so easy when you felt worshiped and safe. And it remained that way with him. Later, these feelings heightened your desire for rough sex with your boyfriend. Because sex with Bucky was a place of security for you. He was utterly harmless towards you and in that context, rough sex would be amazing.

- But things between you two are pretty much vanilla.

- He’s always soft with you. Things can be heightened and swirling with passion, but he’s never show even a flash of aggression or force.

- The super soldier serum means he has stamina for days. He can accomplish and position you want to try, even if it involves lifting you for long periods of time. And there’s no question if he’s going to last. Also, his recovery time is so short “round two” sometimes blurs in with round one.

- But he’s careful about using his strength against you, even more so during intimate situations.

- You’re not “breakable” and he knows that. But you’re precious to him and leaving a mark that isn’t from pure passion would wreck his mental health. Permanently. He’d never forgive himself.

- You know this too, which is why you never asked him to choke you.

- “Baby doll. I want to give you your fantasy. Will you let me? Do you want that from me?”

- You do. You really, really want to be choked by him. So you quietly respond, “Yes.”

- Before he starts, you two sit on the couch and he holds you while you tell him about your fantasies. He takes off your heels while you tell him all your darkest desires. And he gives the sore arches of your feet a massage, listening intently.

- One comforting thing for Bucky is that having been a soldier, he knows how to choke someone. He’ll be able to tell if it’s too much for you. He knows how long before it would damage you. There’s some confidence forming that this will be safe and he won’t hurt you.

- It’s nice that for once his violent past is proving helpful in your relationship. He thought agreeing to choke you might rattle him a little, stirring up old emotions, but it’s soothing. He’s enjoying using what he knows to make this experience good for you.

- He lets things get rough when you go to bed. He doesn’t hold back the passion tonight. Instead, he focuses on eating you to orgasm and holding you on the edge until you pull his hair.

- “Bucky! Please!”

- Then he slides two fingers inside of you and draws fast little circles on your g-spot until you break.

- He lets up on your clit but as the orgasm fades, slides in a third finger and pounds the spot until your pussy creams on his hand and your groans are low and raw, filled with ecstasy.

- “That’s it, doll. Just like that. So pretty when you cum for me. Keep going, baby girl. I’m right here.”

- His metal arm wraps around your waist when you arch your back, holding you so he can keep toying with the spot as your hips begin to jerk away.

- When he’s finally done with your g-spot his hand is drenched. So is the sheet and your inner thighs.

- And you’re gasping for breath from the intense orgasm. When it comes on this hard you can’t really tell if it’s one long orgasm or three separate ones that came almost back to back.

- Bucky takes you in his arms, cooing sweet nothings into your ear.

- It helps you calm down when he talks in a soft soothing voice. The man should narrate meditations.

- His voice is silky and smooth for you, yet rough with repressed need. You can hear the need and it feeds your desire.

- “Please, Bucky. I need to feel you inside of me.”

- You find yourself underneath him, with your legs pushed apart and his body selling between them.

- You love feeling the weight of him on top of you.

- Then, he gently opens the petals of your sex and guides himself inside of you.

- There’s a stretch and burn as he enters you, just like there always is. Your body never quite adjusts to his girth. Each time you have to relax for him.

- He knows it’s a challenge to take him at first. He’s always careful and there’s a tube of lubricant in the side table. It’s not always needed but he’s always prepared.

- His hips begin to roll, and he sets a steady pace that pushes the tip of his cock against your spot with each thrust. At first his thrusts are shallow but as you begin to relax around him he goes deeper. His body moves forward to cover you and he starts fucking you hard.

- Each snap of his hips has you keening. Your body is so sensitive from your earlier orgasms. He keeps up the pace steady and constant until you’re begging. Then he reaches out with his metal hand and covers your throat. At this point, your channel clenches around him, almost in orgasm.

- “You wanted my metal hand baby, didn’t you?”

- Yeah. You had. The idea had fueled your fantasies night after night.

- The cool press of metal into your throat makes you moan and tremble.

- Bucky feels the shiver and worry flashes through his eyes. “This okay, doll?”

- “Yes, harder, please!”

- He can feel your body responding and it encourages him to press down, finally choking you the way you’d dreamed of.

- You orgasm almost instantly as he chokes you through your climax.

- Bucky lets go when your fluttering muscles start to ease. Suddenly he’s driving into you hard. He drops his hand from your neck, needing both to balance his weight as he seeks his own pleasure.

- The wild, rough movement is harder than the two of you have ever gone before.

- Because he’s always been afraid of hurting you with his enhanced strength until he was too far gone to think.

- When his orgasm hits, his sight goes white and he jerks against you, pumping his seed into you. Then he collapses.

- You hold him tight, savoring the press of his body and the feeling of his release inside of you.

- “You okay, doll? I wasn’t too rough?”

- “It was perfect.”

- Your hand strokes through his hair as you lay together in the same position for several minutes. Heartbeats pounding, your minds still struggling to return to equilibrium.

- Bucky recovers first. Damn that super soldier serum. It’s not fair that you’re still limp and dazed.

- He slips out of you and rolls over, bringing you with him. Your head finds its cradle in his shoulder and your eyes drift shut.

- Recovery isn’t going to happen for you tonight. You’re just going straight to sleep. You’ve earned it.

- Bucky shifts you onto your side. He gets up and you hear water running in the bathroom before a cool cloth touches between your legs, cleaning you.

- You murmur a thanks, half asleep.

- He comes back to cuddle you into his arms, adjusting the pillows around you before he lays down.

- When you throw a leg over his hip, he draws you closer so that you’re lying almost on top of him.

- “You make such a good pillow of someone with so many hard muscles.”

- Bucky chuckles and kisses the top of your head.

- “I’m glad. Go to sleep, doll. I love you.”

- “I love you too, James.”

[biggest-stupidhead]

Can I ask for an request where Levi is a soldier who is pointed to protect a royal person. Then he fell in love with her active attitude, smart brain and support to the scout

AN: This took me so long. I deleted it like three times on accident so this is as good as its going to get 😂. do let me know though if I misspelled anything I didn't skim over it sooooo YOLO.

Summary: Levi is asked to attend the summer gala with !princess reader.

Word Count: 2.8 K

Warnings: mentions of Levi's scarring, some cussing? I think? that's about it

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Levi's hand trembled as he ran the fine toothed comb through his damp hair. He scowled back at his own reflection, eyes avoiding the pink scars that marred his skin. It had been nearly a year since he had been discharged from the military due to his injuries. At first he had struggled to find a routine, having been in the military for more than half of his life, it was a huge loss.

His hand jerked unexpectedly and the comb pulled through a knot in his hair painfully. He clicked his tongue and dropped the comb, gripping the edges of the sink to steady himself.

How pathetic.

There was a time when he could complete these tasks with no problem. But now his body seemed to be failing him, if he stood for too long his joints protested, he struggled to hold a pen due to his lack of fingers. He also wore an eyepatch to cover his milky right eye and some of the scars that covered the right side of his face.

Normally Hange would help him get ready, they were the only person he could stomach seeing him this way. But Hange was busy, they had meetings all morning. So Levi was left on his own, and he managed as well as he could. Although it took him double the amount of time it usually took, he still did it.

He grabbed his cane on his way out of his humble apartment, the carriage was waiting for him outside. In the carriage was the last person he wished to see, Zeke Jaeger. His glasses glinted in the sunlight as the coachman held the door for Levi who sat as far away from the war chief as possible.

Zeke blew out a puff of smoke, which swirled around in the small space. Levi's lip curled into a sneer, and Zeke smirked pleased to rouse a reaction from the retired Captain.

"Big day today eh Levi?" He spoke around his cigarette and Levi rolled his eyes.

"I suppose." He agreed, eyes never leaving the man.

That was about the only words exchanged between the two, the ride was thankfully short. The carriage arrived to the castle just after noon, the coachmen opened the door for Levi and Zeke. The sunlight was bright and made Levi squint, it didn't help that the castle seemed to glow as the sun bounced off of it.

"This way old friend." Zeke instructed and Levi followed begrudgingly, Zeke led Levi through the halls and into a large ball room. The castle staff was scurrying about, carrying massive bouquets of flowers and other decorations in preparation for the summer gala. Levi had attended this very event many times over his career, but he had not intended on joining in this year. Zeke paused a few feet away from Erwin, who was standing before a young woman Levi had met a handful of times. You had aged in the past two years that he hadn't seen you, although you weren't any taller, he could see the age on your face. Much as he assumed you could see in his, you also carried yourself more confidently, shoulders back, chin up.

Erwin paused and turned to greet the two men, who both saluted him and you.

"Captain, how nice to see you." You hummed, a pleased glint in your eyes as you curtsied, much to his surprise.

"You as well Zeke." You seemed less excited to see the war chief.

"Princess, you look lovely." Zeke closed the distance between the two of you, taking your hand a bit too eagerly and bringing it to his lips. You smiled a bit tersely, but allowed it.

"Ah, and you look...as hairy as the last time we met." Your jab threw Levi off, but Erwin seemed to have expected the exchange. Zeke laughed heartily and pulled back.

"Such a sharp tongue on you princess." He chuckled and you shrugged, a smug grin on those lips of yours.

"You make it easy."

"Princess, you are aware that Levi is to accompany you to this year's gala yes?" Erwin steered the conversation in a more relevant direction and you nodded.

"Mhm, and I'm very excited to be escorted by Eldia's most eligible bachelor." Levi wasn't sure if you meant it sincerely, or if it was his turn to face the wrath of your sharp words.

"I'm sure you are." Erwin chuckled, his hand falling on the back of your tricep. You gathered your skirts and took a few steps closer to Levi.

"The last time we met, you weren't keen on dancing, I do hope that's changed." You smirked at him and Levi barely fought the flush off of his cheeks as you pushed past him.

"We can go in the drawing room and discuss logistics, the gala is a mere week away after all-" Levi tuned out whatever it was Erwin was babbling about, too focused on watching you saunter out of the room.

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Levi spent the next week trailing behind Erwin, attending meetings and luncheons with other high ranking military members. It was boring, but nothing that he hadn't done before. The day of the gala, Hange arrived with the remaining of the 104th cadet corps. Levi felt great relief at seeing the familiar faces, Hange had eagerly came to hug him, and he pretended to hate it. Mikasa even came and gave him the briefest of embraces, Connie had been the most excited, throwing his arms around his former captain and squeezing him tightly. Armin had grinned sheepishly, and offered a small wave. Jean just nodded respectively in Levi's direction. Gabby and Falco had tagged along as well, wearing their best uniforms, decorated with their medals.

"I can't believe we get to come to the summer gala!" Connie gushed, his hazel eyes wide as he soaked in the castle in all of its glory.

"We won a war." Jean huffed, eyes sharp, hand fidgeting with his medal on his lapel.

"We lost more than we won." Mikasa murmured, her own shaky hands reaching for a scarf that was no longer wrapped around her neck. The cheery mood quickly dissipated at Mikasa's statement, Hange cleared their throat and clapped their hands in an attempt to drag everyone from their thoughts.

"Let's go meet Erwin then." They said, and Levi nodded.

"Let's." The group walked through the halls, Hange in the lead and Levi at their side, it felt like old times. The kids, well they weren't really kids anymore, were beginning to return to their annoying selves.

"-will we be able to eat the food?" Gabby asked, and Levi nearly flinched, the statement reminded him all too much of Sasha. Connie seemed less phased, he sighed and brought his arms behind his neck as they walked.

"I sure hope so."

"We're here on business." Mikasa reminded them and Jean hummed in agreement.

"We're here as representatives." Armin added, and Hange chuckled.

"Use this as an opportunity children." Hange cooed, pausing in front of the doors to the drawing room.

"Have some fun, get drunk, you've earned it." Hange then pushed the doors open, revealing the cozy drawing room, Erwin sat with his legs crossed in one of the arm chairs, a book in his lap. He closed the book and stood, his sleeve hanging limply where his arm once was.

"Cadets, erm or should I say captains." Erwin chuckled awkwardly as the kids all jumped to salute him, fists clenched over their hearts.

"Commander." They all greeted in unison.

"Sit, we have much to discuss."

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The discussion was rather tame, a short bit of it had been relevant. Where the kids were to stand, what they were to say and how they were expected to act. The rest of the afternoon had been spent catching up and enjoying each other's company. Just a few hours before the guests were to arrive, Erwin sent the group off to find their spots.

Levi found himself waiting outside of your room, his watch gripped tightly in his fist, watching the minutes tick by. You emerged about fifteen minutes after him arriving, your dress was a deep emerald green, elegantly hugging your frame in all of the right places. You smoothed the silk gown skirts and smiled at him, the red lipstick on your lips making your teeth seem extra white.

"You look ravishing Captain." You complimented, accepting his arm before walking slowly down the hall, careful to keep his pace.

"...as do you." He choked out, a blush tickling his ears.

"Did you get all done up for me?" You pressed, hand tightening around his bicep.

"No." He answered, although he was partially lying, the truth was all he could think about as he dressed, was you. How would you be dressed? Was he to match you? Or was he expected to wear his usual military dress? He had opted for the latter, and it seemed to work well, the inky black dress coat and the gold medals that decorated his lapels seemed to compliment the emerald in your dress.

"Well, I sure hope that you will at least dance with me." You pouted, shooting him a hopeful look.

"Tch." He clicked his tongue, truthfully it was all that he could mange, he was nervous enough about joining you this evening. But you asking him to dance? He had never danced in his life, and with his legs in the state they were in now?

The two of you stopped, overlooking the ball room which was already filled with guests, milling about with flutes of champagne. You snuck a glance at Levi, who was looking down at the crowd with a bored glaze over his eyes.

"Ready?" You asked, squeezing his bicep once and he nodded, chin held high as the two of you slowly made your way down the staircase. Levi's eyes scanned the crowd, searching for familiar faces, which he found in their designated spots. He knew that the king had asked him to accompany his daughter largely as a political move, not for protection as he had in the past. But old habits die hard, he double checked exits and kept an eye out for shady people, it was easier than looking at you after all. Not because you were ugly, rather the opposite, you were stunning and that intimidated him.

After at least forty five minutes of socializing, the dancing began and you tugged impatiently on his arm, which you had yet to let go of.

"Please Levi, just this once." You whispered so only he could hear, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end at your closeness.

"Princess." He said sternly, although his voice did shake a tad, and you grinned, knowing that you had nearly convinced him.

"Captain." You countered, taking a step towards the dance floor.

"Just one." he said after a moment's hesitation before falling back in step with you.

"Just one." You affirmed with a wicked grin as you led him into the mass of bodies.

Levi felt his pulse race, his anxiety was roaring he had absolutely no clue how to dance, especially with his legs in the state that they were. You seemed to sense this, carefully taking his hand and resting it on your hip as you stepped ever so closely to him. Your chest was pressed against his, and he was sure that you could feel the pounding of his heart as it threatened to escape his ribcage.

"You just follow my lead." You whispered as he brought his other hand to rest naturally in the palm of yours. He nodded, eyes wandering down to glance at his feet, which were partially concealed by your skirts.

"It goes something like this, step-" You took a step towards him and he took one back.

"Then to the left," You instructed softly and he obliged, the two of you moving slightly out of sync.

"Then forwards again." You nodded as he stepped forwards and you stepped back, skirt swaying.

"Then to the right," You chuckled as his brows remained fixed in a tight knot as he tried to focus.

"Then we do it again." You seemed satisfied, and he nodded it was simple enough, although he could already feel the strain of the activity in his joints.

"Easy." He huffed, taking the lead and you giggled and fell into step with him.

"Tell me Levi, when you went across the ocean and fought those men, who were you fighting for?" The question caught him off guard and he nearly forgot the next step.

"That's an odd question." Levi shot you a mean look and you shrugged.

"I want to know what pushed Humanities strongest to be so strong." You answered, unfazed by his sour look.

"I fight for the people." He replied curtly and you sighed.

"That's a boring answer, I want to know what really drives you." You pressed and Levi frowned.

"Its the truth."

"Then tell me a lie." You raised a brow, challenging him and he screwed his nose up in distaste.

"Why would you want me to lie to you?" He asked out of genuine curiosity, no one had ever given him such a request.

"To spice some things up I guess." You hummed nonchalantly and squeezed your hand that held his.

"Then I would tell you I fought that war for you." He regretted the words, but you seemed to be pleased by them.

"Aw so you did think of me while we were apart." You cooed and Levi nearly broke away from you, but he only gripped your hand harder.

"You were the last thing on my mind." he huffed and you let out a throaty laugh. A lie, he thought of you often.

"You really are funny." You let your head fall affectionately into the crook of his neck and he swallowed thickly, as your scent washed over him.

"I didn't mean to be."

"I know, that's what makes it funny." Your breath tickled his neck as you spoke, you seemed to be in no hurry to pull away.

"Hmph." He hummed stupidly, unable to form words with you so close.

The song ended and you lifted your head, one of those wide grins sprawled across your lips.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" You whispered cheekily and he scoffed as the two of you exited the dance floor. You both found a seat at one of the tables set on the outskirts of the room, taking a break to drink and enjoy each others company.

Levi rubbed his knee under the table, the dance had truly taken a toll on him and he barely suppressed a groan. You noticed, shooting him a concerned look.

"Does it bother you often?" You asked, dragging your chair closer to his. He rolled his eye and pulled his hand slowly away from his leg.

"No."

"You're lying, just tell me the truth."

"I thought you wanted me to lie to you." He snapped back and you scoffed.

"Not about this." You reasoned and he sighed deeply.

"Yes, it hurts like a bitch." He turned to face you, his knee knocking yours and you frowned.

"You should've told me, I wouldn't have made you dance."

"I-" He paused, catching himself before the words left his mouth. But after one look at your open and concerned face he couldn't not say what he had been wanting to say.

"I wanted to." He admitted and your eyes widened a fraction.

"You...really wanted to?" Your words were raw and clearly Levi had caught you, the witty young princess off guard.

"I did."

"Would you do it again?"

"Yes."

"Hm." A smug look crossed your face and Levi scowled at you, not liking the way you seemed to be plotting something unbeknownst to him.

"What?" He snapped and you let out a short burst of laughter.

"I knew that you weren't lying when you said that you thought about me." You teased and he growled lowly under his breath.

"Maybe that was your last dance with me."

"Easy now, let's not be hasty, we have the whole night after all darling." You patted his shoulder, standing slowly and walking around the back of his chair to squeeze his shoulders before slipping off into the crowd.

He hoped that you meant it, that you would come back even if he could not dance with you again. He hoped that you had thought of him too, that his fighting had all been worth it. To spend the rest of his life by your side, even if he was just your guard or even a political ploy. He would do it for you, and he would do so happily.