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Dripping in Gold | Chapter 3

synopsis: finding a job was never easy, and why even bother trying after you meet satoru gojo, a man with mysterious and exorbitant wealth, who wants nothing more than to spoil you with it? the only caveat to your little arrangement is that it can never, ever, become personal.

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader

themes/content: non-curse modern au, sugar daddy gojo. language, fluff, smut. kissing, brief fingering (f receiving), car sex. 18+, MDNI

word count: 2.3k

a/n: the way i've given up proofreading this lmao lemme know if y'all find any errors bc i'm simply not looking for em anymore! anyways eat up :)

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What the hell did I get myself into?

The question repeats in your mind while the cool air in Gojo’s car blasts against your skin, still hot from earlier, as his hand returns to its natural place along your thigh.

After your little encounter, he promised to take you to one of his favorite places for lunch. He also promised to wash your soiled panties for you as he shoved them into his pocket with a smirk, citing how “gentlemanly” he is.

The events of less than an hour prior replay in your mind as you remember how his touch felt, how his lips pressed against yours, how badly you wanted him to bend you over and fuck you then and there. But instead, he just picked up all the dresses you had tried on and marched them out of the changing room to the front of the store, setting them down and paying without a second thought. “Oh, and we’ll take the yellow one she’s wearing, too,” he chirps to the attendant as she rings up an amount you can’t even fathom.

You get pulled out of your thoughts as the car stops, your door opening suddenly as Gojo once again holds his hand out to you. He has brought you to an adorable restaurant you’ve never even seen before, with yellow flowers lining the walkways and windowsills of the old building, perfectly complementing the new outfit you have on.

Once again, the date is actually really lovely. He orders you both champagne and tells you to get whatever else you want from the menu, and conversation flows naturally between you two, almost like old friends. Wanting to learn more about him, you direct the discussion to his past, probing to understand more about his background. While he often acts like an open book, you find that there are three things he will absolutely not talk about: his family, his home, or his money. Whenever one of these topics comes up he maneuvers the conversation elsewhere, often deflecting back to you.

That said, holy shit does this man love to talk - you bet that if you put him in an empty room he’d speak just to hear his own voice. He seems to know something about everything, and he wants to make sure you know it, too.

“Do you ever shut up?” you tease after his fourth time interjecting a random, unwarranted piece of information into a story you were telling him.

“Hmm,” he thinks, bringing a hand up to ruffle through his hair. “Nope, I don’t think so,” a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

While the time you spend with him is nice, his inability to be forthcoming does put you slightly on edge. You can’t help but find yourself wondering, in a tiny corner of the back of your mind, what’s the catch? Why is someone who seems so perfect possibly interested in you?

You push the feelings of unease down as you continue your meal. Eventually you look up and see his eyes locked on yours, taking in your every move. The cerulean pierces through you like a cold wind, and you can’t quite place the feeling it sends through you until you feel his fingertips brush against your knee from under the table.

Desire.

“You know,” you say, a grin slowly forming on your face, “I love this dress, but I almost feel like it’s getting a bit uncomfortable.”

“Oh yeah?” he tilts his head, knowingly playing into your little game. “Well, that’s a shame.” He sighs dramatically. “I guess you could take it off, if you really need to.”

“Mhm,” you hum, “I might need your help with that, though.”

Leaning forward slightly, his words come out airy, “Anything for you, princess.”

He stands up and holds his hand out again, your fingers intertwining with his as his free hand pulls out his wallet and drops a few hundred dollar bills on the table, more than enough to cover your meal. Leading you back to his car, you feel your heart start to race in anticipation.

Pulling open the back door, you hop in first and get comfortable against the seat before he joins you inside. You hadn’t noticed how spacious the back of his car is but you’re grateful that it at least won’t be uncomfortable; you expected him to take you back to his place or yours, but this will do just fine for now, as your need for him was increasing with every second he wasn’t inside you.

Immediately upon closing the door his lips crash into yours, soft and warm against the lingering cool air inside the vehicle. As you sit in his lap his arms reach around your body to undo the zipper of your dress before sliding it over your head, tossing it somewhere into the depths of the car.

Since your panties were already stuffed into his pocket and you hadn’t worn a bra, you were now fully bare in front of him. He pulls away from the kiss for a moment, allowing his eyes to slowly cover every inch of your body, taking you in as a smile curls at the corners of his lips.

Gojo lays down with his back against the seats so you can straddle him, legs around his waist as you start to undo the buttons of his white dress shirt. With your eyes closed and hands shaking slightly in excitement, you take longer than the man would like as he sighs against your lips and simply rips his shirt open, muttering “I’ll buy a new one,” as it slides off his shoulders.

Your eyes open for a moment to take in his body beneath you - his firm chest, abs surrounded by a v-line that dipped below the waist of his pants, practically begging you to trace along it with your fingers. As you do, you hear Gojo’s breath hitch momentarily at your touch.

“Aw, are you nervous?” you tease against him as your fingertips brush along his waistband, slowly fumbling against the buckle of his belt.

He smirks at you through the kiss. “Just impatient.”

Before you can quip back, he has undone his belt and zipper, allowing you to pull his black slacks down to his ankles, sitting up slightly to let him kick them off. Your hands find the top of his black boxers before his hands wrap around your wrists.

Pulling his mouth away from yours for a moment, his eyes open to meet your gaze. “Are you sure?” he asks through a breathy sigh.

You nod eagerly, starting to lean back down before a hand reaches up to stop you.

“Say it,” he commands, voice suddenly low and raspy.

“I want to fuck you, Satoru,” the words barely leaving your mouth before your lips crash back into his, a new greediness between both of you as your tongues glide against each other’s.

Your attention turns back to undressing him as you pull his boxers down, revealing his fully erect cock. The tip flushed, needy, drawing your hands to it as you use your thumb to drag the leaking precum around his tip before sliding your hand loosely down his length. Satoru sighs into your open mouth at the feeling, reaching his own hand down between your legs.

As soon as he touches you, you feel electricity shoot through your body, his fingers barely brushing against your clit. Maybe you were still horny from earlier, maybe you just needed him that badly, but something in you couldn’t wait any longer.

Your hips move so you’re hovering above him, using your hand around his base to align him with your entrance. His tip slowly enters you, the feeling already threatening to send you over the edge as you envelop him in your warmth.

He moans your name softly as you drop your hips to take all of him inside of you. His cock stretches at your walls, the mix of pleasure and pain better than anything you’ve felt before. You fit him perfectly as he fills up every last inch of you, your wetness allowing him to glide in and out with ease.

“Wanted you so bad,” he murmurs against your lips as you grind your hips in circles up and down his length, “needed you.” One of his hands grips at your waist while the other snakes behind you to grab the thick flesh of your ass.

You continue your movements, using one hand on his chest to stabilize yourself, his cock pressing into every last part of you. “S’good, you feel s’good,” he babbles, a never-ending stream of consciousness leaving his mouth as your body moves against his.

Damn, he really can’t shut up, can he? you think to yourself with a grin.

You don’t mind though, the silky lightness of his voice only adding to your pleasure. As you feel yourself approaching your release, your pussy clenches around him, eliciting another moan from the man underneath you.

His grip tightens on your waist as he suddenly begins thrusting his hips up into you, adding to the pace. You open your eyes slightly as he reaches even deeper into you, glancing down to see the veins in his arms as his fingers dig into your skin.

“F-fuck, I’m close,” he whines, desperation dripping from his voice as he continues pumping into you.

“Me too, ‘Toru,” the words leaving your throat in a hoarse whisper.

You don’t even process the nickname, something simply spoken out of ease as sounds struggled to escape your lips through moans of pleasure, but it sends butterflies through Satoru’s body as he is suddenly pushed into his climax. You follow almost immediately, your body racked with pleasure as your legs shake and cunt flutters around his cock as he finishes inside of you.

The humidity of the car finally hits you as you try to slow your breathing, realizing both you and Satoru are covered in a thin layer of sweat as you peel yourself off of him to sit up.

“Wow,” he pants, reaching a hand up to brush white hair off of his slightly damp forehead, “that was amazing.”

“I know,” you reply slyly, leaning down to place a peck against his lips.

He chuckles, “So cocky already? And here I thought we could have a sweet post-fuck cuddle or something.”

You can’t stop yourself from giggling. “Oh yeah, in the comfort of the back seat of your car?”

“Aw, are you saying you don’t like my car?” he fakes a pout. “Guess you can just walk home then.”

You roll your eyes at his teasing. “You and I both know damn well I’m not walking home, and we aren’t going anywhere until you find my dress.”

“As you wish, sweetheart,” he smirks, sitting up and wrapping his arms tightly around you, placing a wet kiss on your cheek as you laugh and squirm in his lap.

–

For a while, things with Satoru are easy. You find yourself slipping into a rhythm with him: he calls you, he takes you out somewhere, you fuck, and he pays you. It feels nice to finally be able to afford to live again and not stress about your job hunt, and you start to genuinely enjoy the time you spend with him, looking forward to your weekly dates.

Between the times you see him, you also find yourselves communicating more often. He starts sending you pictures of himself trying on clothes in that all-too-familiar dressing room, asking for your opinions on what he should get so he can match you whenever you go out somewhere. You start video calling each other too, getting to see that stupid grin on his face whenever you pick up. Usually you just talk about your days or what shows you're watching, but you slowly start bringing him more into your life, telling him about your family and whatever gossip you hear about from your friends. A few times you’ve even invited him to come out with your group, but he always declines with a vague excuse. A part of you wants more, to have him in your life fully, but you also know that it would bring with it the complicated explanation of how you met and how your relationship first started.

You also begin to notice that you never hook up in your apartment or his - it’s always in restaurant bathrooms, his car, or the few times he’s gotten you a hotel room to stay with him overnight. You don’t particularly mind, since your apartment is still not the cleanest, although it’s certainly gotten better with your newfound free time, but it does seem odd to you. Whenever you try to bring it up, he just shrugs or brushes it off with a wave of his hand. “It’s too personal,” he always reasons, and you decide that you either have to drop it and accept how things are or push it and risk losing him.

Around six months after your first date, something changes. He drops you off at home after an amazing dinner at a new steakhouse and even better sex, this time in the private lounge of the restaurant. Inside your apartment you shower and head straight to bed. When you awake the next morning, you see two notifications on your phone: one from your bank informing you of a deposit of $6,000, and one from Gojo.

Gojo: Sorry about not paying you right away last night, I must have been a little distracted after our dinner and dessert 🥰 (the dessert was us having sex). I sent you a bit extra as compensation for any emotional damages I may have caused <3

You roll your eyes, a smile involuntarily forming on your lips as you read his message. Suddenly, it hits you: you didn’t even notice that he didn’t pay you. For months, that had been the routine, the expectation you both had set and agreed to. But last night, you didn’t notice. And maybe, you didn’t care?

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okay maybe nottttt the exact type of jason content you’re writing but i do really just need jason loving a curvy reader so good bc she’s having a bad body dysmorphia day

Ok im going for a more hc approach to this to keep it geared towards a more broad audience as I have to be able to relate to be able to write it. also I rlly just wanted to try out this format lol

ok so its date night and Jason looks fucking HOT

and you really wanna give him a treat. You wanna look good for him!

You want him to look at you and think "Wow! I'm so lucky! I'm so glad I found you."

You try on a dress that you think will look cute

It... doesn’t look like you thought it would

oh well. you'll just try another even though you were really planning on the first one

So you try the next one and that one doesn’t look right either

you try on the third outfit and you're starting to think maybe you're the problem

you know you're late but maybe if you find that outfit, he’ll think you're so pretty that it'll be ok. He'll think you're so beautiful that he'll forgive you. You just have to be pretty enough.

You just have to try to deserve forgiveness. You just have to try to deserve a fraction of all of the amazing love he gives you.

And that's how Jason finds you 30 minutes later, naked on the floor of your apartment surrounded by probably 14 different outfits

He sits down criss-cross next to you

"thought I'd find you in here. I got worried when you didn’t show up at my apartment. thought I had the wrong day at first."

you don’t even respond or look at him. you don’t think you can. you have no excuse

He does it for you. "You wanna tell me what's going on?"

You lean up, grab your blanket off the bed, and put it over your entire body, including your face

you hear him sigh and move closer to you before he moves the blanket away from your face

"please tell me? please."

You cave and tell him everything. He sets his jaw and listens.

you finish talking and it takes him a full minute before he speaks.

"We'll circle back to some things later, but I got you a present. I wanted you to wear it tonight. Also got some stuff I thought we could use tonight. You wanna see it?"

You nod your head, more confused than anything else. He comes back in two minutes later with a bag he tosses at you.

You open it

It's pajamas

Not lingerene

Pajamas like a giant shark onesie

you look at what else is in the bag

its a Shrek dvd

He speaks again. "I think we definitely need to watch Shrek tonight. in our matching shark onesies."

You don’t know what to say

but he does

"I'm with you because I love you and I like you. Every inch of you. I think you're smart and funny and amazing. And I also think you're sexy and gorgeous and beautiful. I can't change the way that you think. But will you at least believe me when I say that in my eyes you are the most beautiful woman on the planet?"

You pretend you're not actively crying "I think it would do me some good to watch Shrek"

He laughs and helps you up.

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I AM A WRITER ON A03 AND WATTPAD UNDER "Islanddevil716" and this story is widespread on both of my accounts

Based a year after the first chapter and before the Epilogue.. This pt.2 shows how them babies got here LOL

(If u don't like wolves, growling, teeth and blood and ⬇️.. yk what to do ♡)

‼️TW WATERSPORTS 🧍🏽‍♀️

Also, there's wolf shex and honestly I pondered whether I should cut that part out of wattpad bc it scared the last bunch last year so I was thinking I'll add the sex version to Ao3 if it's too much here ♡ but I was like oh well bc 1. That's like half the story and 2. there's people on here that don't have Ao3 or can't get into it. So skip it ho bc it's dirty and again. I took a very wild idea and ran with it I'm being so fr its dirty n hot n taboo here literally leave :D

Like actually don't read this pls uhm 😝☠️

GO REREAD THE FIRST CHAPTER SO U REMEMBER THEIR LITTLE TELEPATHY BOND AND STUFF N UR HAIR IS this➡️‼️ RED DONT FORGET UR EYE EITHER. yk wat go read the whole thing again if u can't remember n want this one to make sense.

"Konig!" You yell throughout the house, you were awake which means some more alone time with your mate.

But you couldn't find him anywhere, figuring he went on an early hunting trip with the younger ones, teaching them how to come into their moon phases and handling their instincts better.

You walk outside and sit next to the pond a little bummed that he wasn't around this time, you were used to his trips and knew he'd come back soon but this time felt different.

You longed for him as if you didn't just see him last night, but when he was around you wanted to bite him and make him fuck you.

It was all new and strange for you.

After sitting there for a few minutes and the sadness doesn't fade, you stand to go back to your room and wait for his return.

Before you could take a step away, a large paw is at your back and pinning you back down to the ground on your stomach.

He could smell your arousal of wanting to play and feel your melancholy through the woods. He wasn't far, he never was.

"Gotcha." You feel him in your head and he gives a snicker at how small you are under his large paw, watching you squirm.

He had a slight size kink he's noticed.

"Not funny!" You shriek and kick your legs when he sits down, still holding you there as he licks the blood off the top of his other paw.

He rolls his red eyes humorously before he speaks in your mind.

"Come on, you know I don't go far." His reassurance was all but that, you've felt indescribably hot since he's left and haven't been able to satiate it resulting in a terrible attitude.

"Let me up, you're getting me dirty!" You squirm some more and he watches you wiggle your ass, getting a stronger scent of your slick pussy practically begging for him.

"Ohh that's why you're so insistent, eh?" He was taunting you now, you knew he could smell you.

"Shut up and let me up!" You yell, hearing his degrading chuckle in your head but he picks his paw up anyway.

You dust your black dress off, you were always playing dress up with all the dresses he got you and twice as many shoes. You even had a wedding ring to match each outfit you had, wearing your black oval diamond ring. The clasps on your heels matched the white diamonds on your wedding band.

"I oughta pull your tail, gettin me all dusty!" You whine loudly, your voice a higher octave than usual, making his pointy ears flatten against his head.

"Wet too, an I don't mind lickin ya clean." He stands and struts passed you and forms back before you could turn around and follow him.

He couldn't quite place why you were being so whiney lately, extra feverish and practically dripping down your legs every morning but wouldn't let him touch you.

You didn't find his little pranks like he pulled just a second ago funny, you used to and now he gets scolded like the dog he is. More often anyway.

"Where were you?" You follow him up the stairs, quite quickly which he's used to. Your speed has always been an advantage, but right now he was worried you might bite his head off.

"Hunting, maus, why?" You keep following him into the bathroom, watching him run the water for a shower as he stands there naked all dirty, sweaty and sexy and he smelled like blood and pine.. your senses were heightened more than usual too.

"I-" You stop your sentence and walk away, upset for an unknown reason. At him though, you couldn't understand the unreasonable anger.

He wasn't doing anything wrong, but it was more of what he wasn't doing and you didn't wanna ask. He should know.

Fucking mind reader.

Your thoughts were ramblings of unintelligible anger and sexual visions of his wolf, which made him tilt his head in question.

For someone so adamant that she couldn't fuck a wolf, our mind sure had some nasty ideas. He liked them.

You were needing a fight; dominance and didn't want to resist, you wanted him to just make you.

Whatever that may be.

"Come here. Now." Your mates' booming voice makes your legs tremble, unable to deny his powerful authority over you despite your desired defiance so you do what he says, scurrying to stand in front of him with a pout.

He hasn't had to use his influence over you like that in a while.

"What's your problem, hm?" He grabs your jaw, leaning down and studying your face as if he's never seen you before.

"I don't know." You answer honestly, and he growls, showing a few of his canine teeth.

"I don't like it." He stands to his full height, looming over you and making you feel small. You tug at the edge of your dress, almost nervous with his powerful glare.

You didn't know what to say, but for the first time this week you didn't notice the anger as heavy in this moment.

You stare up at him with wide, expectant eyes.

Without a word, he's pulling you into the shower with him and under the water with your clothes and heels on even.

"Konig!" You shriek again, but he just growls loudly, using his power over you to make you feel drunk as you call it.

"Shhh, gonna fix that little fucking attitude." He pushes you into the shower wall, your palms and cheek flat against the tile.

All you could do was whine and hope he gives you what you needed, letting your mind get dirty and show him everything you're craving.

"Dirty girl this week, what's gotten into you, maus?" He asks as he watches you whine and squirm like a cat in heat.

And it dawns on him. Rutting season, didn't matter that you weren't wolf- you were his and susceptible to his cycles and this was your first time feeling the effects of a mating season.

He's just always been so used to being alone that he's powered over his seasonal ruts, the feeling not as overwhelming for him like the rest as he locked it away within himself.

He now lets the pheromones trickle through his senses, feeling the charged sexual energy within the air and uses that to release that feral side of him he's locked up every season.

He shoves your dress up and yanks your panties down your legs, leaving them at your ankles.

He pushes two fingers inside your already slick pussy for good measure, pulling them out and slapping your wet cunt. You moan, pushing back for him to do it again.

"Like when I slap your pussy like that, eh?" He chuckles.

"Just a couple more-" He bites his lip, slapping your cunt and pushing two fingers inside and repeats two more times.

"Please-" You whisper and all you see is his wolf in your mind and he watches your thoughts and sees what you really need. Smirking to himself, he nips the back of your thigh before he stands and wraps his arms around you from behind.

"Get away if you can, maus, because right now that's all you are. My maus to play with, eat and suck on like a little toy." He growls deep and low from his chest while he watches you struggle in your inebriated state to step your heels out of the panties around your ankles.

You whimper and drop to your knees and try crawling away from the bathroom, giving him a good view of your naked ass and pussy peeking from your short dress.

He turns back to his wolf, ready to fuck you around like you've needed.

'Pathetic get away attempt, maus. Did you not learn how to escape a wolf?' He laughs at your weak attempt, mocking how vampires take classes on how to fight wolves.

He walks a circle around you, sizing you up like a regular predator does.

'Been denying me all week. Nipping at me, hissing and being a brat.' Your thoughts were all his voice now, feeling him stand tall in his wolf form, looking down at you with his red eyes.

"Yes." Is all you can say, your tongue and eyes heavy. It was overwhelming, the influence of his power. You felt drugged, slow and unsteady as if you were on a boat.

'You smell so good-' His teeth were showing in a small growl, to anyone else it'd look like he was about to maul you but you knew otherwise.

He stands over your soaked frame with two paws on either side of your hips, his large snout leaning down to sniff your hair and the hormones coming from you are insatiable.

You arch your back, pushing your ass back for him like the slut in heat you were.

"All for you." You bite your lip and look back at him, cheek flush with the tiled floor. He enjoyed watching you pathetically whine and grind for him before he even did anything with you, seeing your cute little pussy drip in heat for him.

He pushes you back down flat on the floor with his paw and nudged you over with his nose so you're on your back and begins nuzzling in your neck and kissing you all over to hear your giggles.

Your hooded eyes and rosey cheeks gave the impression of you being drunk, you felt like it but it was the fever that came with the heat waves and the influence of his power over you.

Holding his gaze, you reach down and begin to rub your clit to tease him further while sucking two fingers on your other hand before fingering your wet hole for him.

He licks your knee, down to your inner thigh and nudges your hands away and nips at them.

'Keep them out of my way.' His voice rumbles through your head; you feel his warm, heavy paw on your lower tummy as he begins lapping at your needy cunt.

Usually you'd try to push him off, run away or squeal in embarrassment if he'd try to mess around while he was still wolf- you wanted it this time, being extraordinarily submissive.

Something new for the fire that's grown inside you over the last week, and he's loving every second of it.

You run your fingers through his thick, black fur on top of his head and your other wraps around his pointy ear as you watch his large tongue lick your whole pussy in one swipe.

'Sweet little fucking cunt, so fucking good.' He voice growls within you.

Your eyes roll, moaning his name and mumbling something of a "good boy." He perks his ears, his eyes meeting yours when he sees you smirking down at him like a smart ass.

'What does sarcasm earn you, maus? Tell me.' He nips at your leg, making you yelp and laugh.

Your hazy smile still graced your lips, your red cheeks making you all the more cuter to him with your smart mouth.

You push his head awah and turn over again, arching your back for him and he internally smirks.

"Can't spank me like this, though, can ya?" You taunt and he bares his teeth again.

'Naughty maus.' His voice was deep in your brain this time and left you reeling.

'I have something else for you though.' He sounded more sultry, more sneaky.

"Yea." You lazily agree, getting lost deeper in the mind-numbing authority he casts over you.

He lays down, so big he's still level with you when he does.

"Lick it, please." You huff, and he narrows his eyes at you but abides your wishes, enjoying the way you let out a moan of relief.

It felt so good, so naughty, and he enjoyed the way you craved him.

It was almost better than ever with his tongue bigger and wetter, his heavy paw rested over your calf and kept you in place.

It was what you needed, craved and ached for. Each swipe of his tongue more delicious than the previous and elicits tingles throughout your body, mewling softly in tune with his steady growl.

You were wiggling your ass in his face, pushing back and wouldn't stay still and making him growl irritably at you as he stands.

You smirk, knowing you've riled him up. It was unlike you to be this mischievous and bratty towards him.

'Stay fuckin' still.' He snarls as you feel him mount you, his large teeth right next to your face.

You were whimpering, shaking with anticipation of feeling his heavy weight atop you on your bathroom floor.

'Little defiant maus, fuck, look at you.' He rubs his large cock against your pussy.

'Gonna have to work you through takin me, hm? Tiny little thing.' You feel the tip of his warm cock work inside you, in and out until your pussy took his thick tip easily.

'Feel that, maus? How tight your pussy grips me-' He was excited, having to control his speed so he wouldn't hurt you.

You laid there, drunk with his power, letting him play and toy with you as he pleased.

Your pussy throbbed and begged, letting more of him in so you spread your legs more. It was comfortable, his warmth and soft fur agaisnt your wet skin; it was heaven.

'Like it when I tease that little cunt?' He slides his cock in past the tip, stretching you out.

"Uh huh-" You whined, trying to fuck yourself on him in a series of repeated, loud whimpers.

'Come on, you can go deeper than that-' He taunts, matching his thrusts with yours. His large, veiny cock throbbed, he needed to fit and feel your heat and flood your womb with his cum.

'Fuck my cock, maus, just like that-' He spurs you on, your pretty pussy stretched over not even half of his cock and you were already whining and crying.

'You can't give up yet.' He teases and you whimper, sweat covering every inch of your body.

His animalistic grunts and growls grew heavier as he focused on your little frame, taking him the best you could as your hands flattened on the tile hold yourself there.

Your body rocking with each thrust, your moans turning into yelps. He was so thick, so big and overwhelming as he got deeper. Cock too wide to press further; you felt something else building up in your bladder and panicked.

"I think-" You huff, your brows furrowing. He needed you to cum when he did so your orgasm increases the probability of his cum fertilizing your eggs, fucking you fast and deep.

His sinful grunts and mumbled mindless words repeat as he slams every inch into you.

'Take it, kleine maus, take this big cock and have my pups, mama.'

"Konig!" You practically scream, feeling your orgasm grow hot in your abdomen until you're dripping cum and accidentally pee with how hard he was going.

'Ffffuck, maus.' He groans, white thick ropes of cum coating your insides while you squirmed. Your pussy contracting so hard around him you almost couldn't take it, his knot holding you still as you whimpered and moaned for him.

'Awwe little pussy too small for me, mm.'

His dark chuckle makes you whine, his warmth making you break out in a small sweat beneath his thick fur.

You could feel his cum leaking inside you, your cervix overflown and full as you were gone in subspace.

When his knot releases he pulls out, his throbbing cock dripping in cum as he licks your small hole once more and your eyes roll.

'What type of a husband would I be if I didn't clean after myself.' His deep chuckle in your head makes you blush, you'd be embarrassed if he wasn't damn near snout deep in it and licking in a frenzy like he couldn't get enough. He loved it when it got dirty, he's a wolf, after all.

He pulls back after a few licks and takes a few paces back so he could change back to his human form and devour you easier, to finalize your pregnancy with his human sperm.

Poor thing, you'd beat his ass if you spit out a litter of puppies instead of a human hybrid baby.

He picks you up, getting you to stand and walks you back towards the wall. You rub yourself on him, your hands running up his muscular arms. He kisses you deeply, letting you grind on his knee between your legs as he held you close to him.

You arch your back, pushing your chest into his warm, bare skin and moan into his mouth. Your eyes closed as you savored your husband, letting him guide the kiss to get sloppier as his affection for you takes over once more.

"I always have to restrain myself around you, so easily breakable." He whispers against your lips and pulls your soaking wet dress off in one swoop.

"I heal." You counter back, kissing him again and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He picks you up, taking you to the bed and tosses you on it before grabbing your ankle and dragging you to the footboard where he stood. You get to your knees in front of him, looking up at him from the bed.

He watches you lick your lips, looking at his scarred and defined body. His wide cock standing straight up, his piercings glistening under the light.

"You're so handsome." You purr, looking up at him with the sexiest bedroom eyes he's ever seen as you lay on your stomach in fromt of him. You take his dick in your hand and run your tongue over his Jacob's ladder, getting a long groan from Konig.

"Thank you, beautiful." His left hand buries itself in your bright red hair as you take the tip of his cock in your mouth and drool over it, letting your mouth fill with saliva and run down over his cock and your hand.

He softly thrusts his hips, barely fucking into your mouth with his tip teasing the back of your throat. Even in human form, his dick was unbelievable, wide with good length. It was breathtaking.

You take him out and all but beg, your hand going between your legs to play in the slick he's caused.

"Such a good kleine maus." He strokes his cock, rubbing the tip on your slobbery lips.

You give it one last lick before clinging to him, standing on the bed and wrapping yourself around him so he has to grab your hips. He loosens his grip so you'll slide down on his wet dick, taking him in one glide and scratching his back as you do.

"That's right, good fucking girl, yes." He growls, his grip tightening around your waist. You grind and rub on him, your naked chests pressed together with your hearts in sync.

You kiss his jaw tenderly, feeling him deep in your cervix, soft and slow unlike the passion exploding within one another. He cradles your head against him, kissing your head before he lays down with you beneath him on the bed.

He continues fucking you, slow and deep and drawing out those soft moans he loves so much.

He holds your hands above your head, intertwining his fingers with yours as he continues kissing you sensually.

"God those beautiful whimpers, I could listen to you for hours." He trails his kisses to your cheek, down your neck and back to your kiss-swollen lips.

He runs his hands down your body, cupping your breasts and pinching the nipple of one. Your body jerks against his, making him smirk before he sucks one into his mouth.

You wrap your legs around his waist, digging your nails into his back once more and getting a deep groan from him.

He wraps a hand around your neck, fucking you deep with a hand pressing down on your tummy.

"Look at me, liebe, eyes up here." He growls, watching you get lost in your pleasurable haze.

"Watch me fuck you maus, keep those eyes open." He adjusts his grip on your neck, watching you try to keep above consciousness.

You see him through a blurry film over your eyes, gripping his wrist.

"Gonne pump you full of my cum all night, all of it." He kept true to his promise, and somehow you were surprised when the doctor said you'd be having twins.

A month later.

"I'm sorry, what?" You ask the nurse who's trying to show you the black and white screen on the monitor showcasing your two healthy babies.

"You're pregnant, with twins." He says again and you sit there on the bed, staring at him and Konig.

"You said two, there's two?!" If your eyebrows could've raised any further they'd be through the ceiling.

"I'm sorry, two?" You squeak loudly and the doctor clears his throat, nodding.

"No, that can't.. no!" You whine, looking at the screen and seeing the babies as clear as day.

"Yes ma'am, you see when-"

"I know how babies are made!" You screech, cutting off the doctor but he keeps his composure and pushes his glasses up.

"Actually, these aren't regular babies. You nor your husband are fully human, you're going to need to know what to expect." The doctor began rambling things you'd go through, meanwhile you're still scowling at Konig who's standing in corner with his mask on. Even so, you can tell by his body language how proud he is.

No wonder wolf women get so ornery and pissy with their mate during a heat, they know what they're facing if they bend over for their man.

"You better keep that tail tucked or I'm pulling it straight off when we get outta here." You bare your teeth at Konig, who'd flatten his ears at the threat if he was wolf right now, you can just imagine it.

Your attitude causes the doctor to shut up and grab your discharge papers, handing them to Konig before he steps out so you can change.

"Baby, it's not that bad-"

"That bad? That's two, two of your big headed fat shouldered selves growing in me!" Your voice reaching that high octave you get when you're pissy.

All he could do was listen to you fuss him out, putting your panties on for you while you pulled the dress over your head.

He buckled your heels for you and watches you practically run away from him.

You storm out of the exam room, the door hitting the wall on your way out.

People in the waiting room immediately draw their attention to the noise, watching you yank the exit door open and leave him to follow behind you.

The women in the waiting room look up, wide eyed as they stare at their leader.

"We're having twins." Konig says as to explain your pissy attitude and they immediately dismiss the scene as they knew the anger all too well, most of them going back to doing what they were before.

They were just surprised to see someone, even you, showing defiance and sass to their King. But you wouldn't be his Queen if you couldn't handle him, but they see how that's the other way around.

Ever since your arrival, they've watched their leader abide by your every wish, follow you like he's a lost pup and tuck his tail when you fuss and pitch a fit when he gets too brute-like.

Even when you send him away, he reverts back to his old tactics and stays close to you but out of your eyesight.

Like now, Konig follows behind you, holding your bag and sunglasses in his hand.

Even in heels, your speed and agility had him trying to keep up. He had alot of advantages and skill, but when it came to speed you had him beat. At least in his human form anyway.

"Don't make me do it." He calls after you, referring to his manipulation technique to influence you.. make you feel all dizzy and warm inside.

He didn't do it often, he didn't like having to make you listen and subdue you with his abilities. But sometimes..

You don't listen, leaving him behind and watching you ahead on the paved trail that goes back to the castle.

Within these woods was a whole community of buildings amongst the main castle everyone lived in, there was a hospital and a training center that was located not too far behind the huge castle.

They had a jail that was nothing but steel plated walls within the building, the cells were encrypted with a spell that kept dangerous wolves from turning whenever they wanted, they were reduced to their human abilities during their sentencing. He never jailed anyone longer than necessary either, keeping them in there for the entirety of eight moon phases.

It was Konigs way of keeping the peace so their kind wouldn't infiltrate societies prisons. To avoid putting their secret out there he had to build his own world in the woods while also maintaining his humanitarian status, becoming a well known businessman and dealing with dangerous affairs on the governments part.

That way if his wolves act up in society, he'd be the first one notified so he could retrieve them and bring them back to The Jail For Lycanthropy.

There were smaller buildings for daycare, entertainment shops as well as places you could go to buy things to mask your scent or reduce the fever during a heat. Things you cant buy in the normal world.

Everyone had a part to play here and in the human world, maintaining peace and secrecy of their lives all while protecting their pack as well as humans from the bad ones.

Konig was the Colonel, leader, King, Alpha- he was all of them in every form and led their Lycan Militia within the society.

It was mandatory being how vampires were always feuding with them, as well as wolves who pose a certain threat to society; ones with abilities no one else is born with.

Some special wolves can't be tamed or sheltered, resulting in a pack of rebel wolves who never learned to properly maintain their self or control their urges. But the worst one, the leader who came to solely to learn how to control his wolf, used the knowledge and still rebelled and built his own empire outside of Konigs.

"Looks like you've succeeded in carrying that bloodline." You see a figure step from the woods, causing you to halt and hold your breath.

"Konig?" You ask and feel him at your side and immediately push yourself into him.

"I'm here, maus." He soothes you, staring into the eyes of his enemy.

"Who is that?" You ask, looking at the shirtless man who's scarred all over, his face and his torso were decorated with claw and bite marks.

"Someone I should've eaten a long time ago-" Konig growls and steps forward with force, as does the other guy, making you gasp when you see Konig form into his wolf.

You stumble back and cover your mouth, you'd have to lust after his transformation later- shit was gettin real.

Konig lunged for the blonde wolf, going for the jugular first and they tumble into the pavement and it cracks beneath them.

Some smaller looking wolves start to jump in, attacking Konig from the back.

You screamed for help, knowing you're in Konigs world and his team would back him in no time.

Too many young wolves ready to use their skills while their fathers warriors of their time. Was this guy stupid to come here and challenge your King?

Out from the woods emerge some faces you recognize, their fur patterns too distinct not to; that's why they dyed them in such fashion.

One of them run to your side, they were all smaller than an Alpha but bigger than a regular wolf, still it was mesmerizing to see.

"I don't know what's going on, we were walking from the hospital and this guy just showed up out of no where and they started fighting." You tell the brown wolf with pink hearts on her back, she tilts her head at you; confused as to why you weren't helping your mate.

Her topaz eyes look into yours and you wish the telepathy thing worked universally and not with just your mate.

She does a circle around you, sniffing extra hard before making a gruff sound, she comes and sits in front of you and her big eyes bore into yours.

"What?" You ask, instinctively flattening a hand acoess your tummy when you hear their painful whines and growls as the wolves fight to defend their home.

The heart decorated wolf nudges your hand from your tummy and boops her nose on it, sitting back down and looking up at you.

"We just found out. Literally." You tell her and she opens her mouth and grabs your hand, extra cautious of her teeth.

"I can't leave him!" You try to pull your hand back but she growls, she'd drag you away by your dress if she had to.

You were carrying the next king and/or queen, Konig would take her position as a soldier if she didnt defend his Queen and babies as he would.

She's a mother as well, her son had just started his training this week. It's in their blood to defend and fight.

It didn't matter to her that you were a vampire or human, you were her Queen and she trusted Konig with her whole being after seeing how he's maintained life within the forest for all these years.

You look back in time to see your family surround the blonde wolf and his posse, Konig towering over them all as blood dripped from his mouth. The scar across his face now bleeding once again and you frowned.

More kept leaping at him, leaving him to take a stand while more of his soldiers run to his aid.

Once you were safe, the girl forms back, unashamed of her nakedness. She stands and smiles and points to your belly.

"The heat got to you too, huh?" She laughs, tossing her hot pink hair over her shoulder as she grabs her clothes that she had stuffed in a tree trunk.

"Yea.." You sigh, feeling hungry and missing Konig already, extra worried for his safety and what this means for the pack.

"Who was that?" You ask Shelly, looking ahead through the trees as she dresses herself.

"That's Nikto, been around as long as Konig or so I've heard. He wants what we've got here, he don't want to be a part of it. He wants to run it. He used to be apart of the family, trained here and slept here." She pulls her shorts up and comes to sit next to you on the large rock.

"Well what happened, whyd he rebell?" You ask, bringing your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around your legs.

She begins braiding her hair as she speaks, readying herself to protect you efficiently while she gets you to safety.

"He was part of the soldier pack, until one night it was time to lead a vanguard towards the rebels of The Chosen. He turned on his own group, helping the outcasts slaughter and maul every last one. He then taught them what he knew and became their Alpha, he's been growing his nonconformist group ever since." She looks over at you and grabs your hand, pulling you to stand with her.

You look over her doll like features, her little heart tattoo under her eye was cute and fit her personality despite her job. She was the first girl you noticed that night Konig brought you home for the first time, back then her wolf was all pink.

"Any minute the alarm will sound, which means every soldier young, old, and retired will take their stance through the night. No one knows how big this group has gotten, and until we do it's time to lock down. We've built too much here,mine and yours kids future's rely on this place. Come on." She keeps you close, and you cling to her as you look around.

She gets you through the woods away from the trail and reaches the castle from the back. You were looking ahead to the pond you had just visited this morning, and realize how close to home the intruders were.

"They were so close." You whisper and hear a crack behind you, Shelly turns around and yanks you behind her, seeing a man-like wolf.

"I can smell the pregnancy coming from her, his babies. The kings. We're here to collect." He looked animalistic, not fully human or wolf but something in between and you grit your teeth.

"You don't need my babies." You hiss from behind Shelly.

"You don't deserve to carry either bloodline any further. You're all disgraces to us. But we're here for you." He didn't make sense and you didn't care, you just wanted to sink your teeth into his pulse, hearing it extra loud and clear as his veins rush with adrenaline.

"Run." Shelly yells and lurches forward into her wolf as does the other guy, they connect and snip and claw at one another.

You watch, unable to leave her alone even though she's winning.

She was a ruthless fighter, her motherly rage was easy to channel when she needed to.

You hear footsteps and turn in time to see another intruder make his way to you, running full speed, his gray fur shining in the sun.

You dart back through the woods the way you came in hopes of finding Konig. You were zipping between trees, dodging branches and spiderwebs. The wolf was on your tail though, any slower and you'd be in-between his toothy snare.

"Konig!!" You scream so loud the wolf behind you halts, the pitch deafening him for a moment. Their hearing was sensitive, able to tune into many frequencies so naturally it'd fuck him up for a moment.

Konig hears you scream close by, and for the first time since he was chained up years ago and had to watch you leave with Alexei, he panicks.

Suddenly nothing hurt, and his opponent seems too small and he snaps them in half with his teeth.

More had come, surrounding him and his soldiers and being the man he is, he took the hits and bites for them but manages to claw his way out of the frenzied fight and runs towards you.

"Liebe! hear you! I'm coming!' He sounded ragged, even in your head, but you kept running until you ran into a big wall of fur.

You clung to him, your arms trying to wrap around his neck but he's too big.

He was panting and limping, a deep laceration on his side had his fur wet with blood as it dripped.

'Ich bin hier, meine kleine Maus, i'm here.' He sounded so tired, you grab his face on both sides and look into his eyes. He blinked slowly, and his legs began to weaken.

"Hey, no no don't do that. Don't sleep." You go down with him until you're on your knees, he lays on his side and begins breathing rapidly.

"Oh no no, Konig-" You blink a tear away, you didn't know much about canine anatomy and how to help them but you tried.

"Here we just-" You strip from your dress and sit back on your knees and put pressure on the bleeding wound with the dress.

"We gotta stop the bleeding, and and maybe... can you breathe?" You ask, your voice shaky but he doesn't answer.

He had to take the brunt of the attack for his soldiers, they were young and some had just began their training, it was his job as a leader to protect them.

Of course he'd never leave you, if he could just muster the energy to use his power once more...

'I need... you to listen to me, maus, listen.' He opens his eyes and you're right there in his face once he began speaking.

"I'm listening, anything to help you. Anything." You sniff, your tears falling on his black furry face but he doesn't mind.

'Your eye, it's time, maus. I must let it out, only a little.' He was wheezy, bleeding internally as well.

"What? H-how? I don't-"

'Bite me, I will do my best to muster enough power to drain a little poison I had stored in your eye. But you have to extend those fangs on your own though, can you do that maus?' He was being so sweet, it broke your heart to see him down like this.

You wiped your face, sniffing the snot away and gaining your composure for him. Every second counts.

You close your eyes and begin to focus around your teeth, feeling your gums gain a pricking sensation and then it feels cool like peppermint has flooded your mouth. It's poison.

"Where do I bite you?" You ask, your hands buried in his now matted and bloodied fur.

He'd make a mental note to visit the local groomer after this..

Some men would feel weak having their girl save their ass. He felt honored, so much gratitude coursing through him despite the crushing pain he felt in his lungs.

He couldn't go back human, the transformation alone would kill him even if he lived through a transformation to be human- the wounds would kill him. What he sustains as a wolf isn't sustainable for a human body.

He wasn't prepared for an attack like that, things have been so peaceful within the pack since you've been here. He's been softer, giving less homework and training days and he quit scaring his wolves into submission.

You changed him for the better, unknowingly taming him into a sweet and soft lap dog who listens to their owner like a good boy as you've called him.

But this, this attack enraged him. Just when he's found out his liebling is carrying his sweet babies, he gets ambushed.

Something like this would turn any man into their former monster, there used to be days he'd stay wolf. He wouldn't go back human unless absolutely necessary, leading his soldiers to nip the problems in the bud.

To protect you and his family, he'd gladly become that monster again.

He lays there, feeling the adrenaline spiking as he thinks of all the ways he'll tear those wolves to pieces.

'Just bite, liebling.' He urges and feels your teeth sink into his bleeding wound, it looked good..

He yelps and its enough to shock him into being able to drain the poison into the wound, he stops it when he feels it repair his muscles and fill his lungs back up.

You retract your teeth and go back to his face, grabbing him.

"Did it work?" You lick your lips, your face and hands covered in his blood.

'I'm okay, you did so good, meine kleine one.' He sounded better, you could hear his heart beating better as well and his lungs fill.

"What do we do now?" You grab your flat tummy, wondering when it'll start to grow.

'I get you home.' He sounded dangerous as he stood, his eyes going from a black red to just black.

He grabs your bloody dress with his mouth and drops it on your lap, looking around and standing guard over you.

You wring the blood out from the black dress, and pull it back over your head.

Your red kool-aid colored hair disheveled from its blowout look, you couldn't worry about it. The Forrest sounded like an apocalypse was happening with the loud emergency horn blaring.

As soon as you're dressed, Konig nudges you forward and bites the back of your dress and picks you up.

You dangle from his mouth by your dress like a kitten, staring down at the ground below you.

"Konig, I can walk." You whine, but he keeps walking. Your dress felt tight as if you were hanging from a zip line harness.

'Im getting your ass back home, my way.' He didn't have time to argue with you and you didn't bother, knowing how his attitude can get. You cross your arms and huff, watching the moving ground as you sway.

It was wildly uncomfortably and you didn't care about his wolfy habits, you didn't want to be carried like a baby puppy by its neck.

"Konig please put me down!' You huff and he stops abruptly, setting you down gently on your feet and growls, rolling his eyes.

'Get on my back or I'm carrying you again.' He snarls and lays down for a second so you can jump up, grabbing a handful of his fur. You sit on him like a horse and struggle to not smile despite the current situation, so you lay on him and bury your face in the part of his fluff not dripping with blood and dirt.

Konig feels your hands kneading into him, petting and scratching him mindlessly as he gracefully carried you to the castle.

It felt good, even with your poison healing his major wounds he still felt beaten down and bruised but your small hands were a nice relief.

Which angered him more, he'd want nothing more than to stay with you, he wasn't actually upset with you.

He was such a beautiful wolf, you've been admirning him more in the this form unable to understand why yet.

The emotional tether between you and him was stronger now more than ever.

The attack made you sad, you knew he'd be busy the rest of the night but you wanted to lay in bed with him and cuddle into his long, fluffy, calico fur while his big, cold nose nuzzles into your neck.

'I'll be with you as soon as I can, my kleine liebe. I promise. I will not leave you three tonight.' He includes the babies and you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck from behind and kissing the top of his head.

"I love you." You chirp and hold him a minute longer.

'I love you, now get inside, go to our room and don't come out for anything. I'll have guards keep you safe, I'll be back by dark.' He orders you, arriving at the front doors of the castle which was already heavily guarded.

He crouches down and you slide off his back and give him a kiss on the side of his snout before the guards open the doors for you.

It shuts loudly, being no ones in the lobby and all outside fighting.

The four guards who followed you in per their Alphas orders and grab you some food and drinks to keep in your room, making sure you're properly taken care of while Konig takes care of business.

They were very generous, holding the doors open for you and speaking to you with much respect.

They were young still, haven't found their mate yet but that's what rutting season is for. Once you mate, you mate for life unless one dies or it becomes a polyamorous thing.

One of the guards kept closer to than the others, extra intrigued with your pregnancy. He could smell it, the change in hormones and how strong they are when a woman is expecting.

He couldn't help it, he loved the scent, inching closer to you and sniffing you some more.

He was one of the more slutty wolves though, chasing after pregnant women within the pack and in society. Human women had a different scent though, it was sweeter and more potent. But you weren't human, not fully. You had the best of all three, being human/vampire while carrying wolf babies.

He's never smelled anything like it and his curiosity was getting the best of him.

"Quit!" His brother punches him away, seeing how your completely oblivious. They looked just alike, black hair with green eyes.

The movement makes you turn around, looking at them with raised brows as the guilty one stares at you with shameful puppy dog eyes.

"Sorry for his unruliness, he's just more dog than boy." His brother, Seth, answered for him and rolled his eyes.

"What were you doing?" You ask the guilty one, who stuffs his hands in his jeans being he don't have his hands full of snacks and drinks.

"...smelling... you." Sid answers hesitantly and you quirk a half smile.

"Why?" You almost laugh at the ridiculous reasoning. Dogs will be dogs I guess.

"We can smell your pregnancy and let's just say certain hormones change and become... stronger." Seth answers for Sid again and you whip around, continuing to walk to your bedroom.

"I don't wanna know." You shake your head, realizing why Konigs nose was constantly between your legs the days leading up to the doctors appointment.

He's been more feral here lately, almost abandoning his humanly habits with you. So much licking. And the howling? Oh my god you have to beg him to come inside sometimes, damn near dragging him by his tail through the balcony doors.

He's chewed up almost every pair of panties you own, being he can't simply take them off of you and then saves them for later when you're asleep and needs to taste you.

The last week he's refused to go to the groomer when he won't shift back, making you bathe his fur in the large round bathtub in the middle of your shared bathroom.

He only does it to get his way, pinning you down with his large, fat paws and lapping at your slick folds as he mindlessly humps the air and ignores your squeals of anger mixed with pleasure. It only turned him on more.

He'd act out sometimes, chewing your hair straightener cord in half in hopes of stopping you from getting ready and leaving the house. He knew he could use his power over you, but he liked the illusion of choice. It was a game, really.

Lighthearted defiance was a part of any wolf and you learned that quickly, taking part in your own acts of defiance towards him. It kept things exciting, which.. when you're married to a wolf everyday is exciting.

You sit in your room on the bed, antsy, waiting for Konig to come back and wondering if he's okay.

The two guards at your bedroom door had walkie talkies as well as the ones by the balcony doors so you could tune into what was going on.

The pack was taking control, subduing the intruders and locking them up with silver cuffs and putting them in The Jail For Lycanthropy. Konig was patrolling the perimeter, seeing over each of his soldiers squads as they gather the bastard wolves that dared infiltrate their home.

Some of them were already dead from fighting, some half eaten and torn in half.. Konig had always taught his soldiers the more ruthless way of taking out an opponent so they don't become a future enemy.

He was proud seeing how his men and women held their ground, young, old, recently recruited and retired- they all did their job efficiently and kept their home intact.

Now he'd have to call a meeting in the lobby in the morning, congratulate his pack and show his gratitude.

That was most important as a leader, so he's learned.

Most people think control is what makes you a good leader, but unity and understanding- recognition towards the ones who follow you. That's what's important, you don't have to control them when they'd do anything for you anyway seeing the type of leader you are.

Konig struts down the paved walkway that leads to the castle, the sun was setting and he was absolutely beat.

'I miss you.' He whines a little loudly, hoping he's close enough in vicinity for the bond to connect to you.

But you were asleep, not hearing him in your mind like you were waiting on hours before.

He begins to run towards the castle, worried for your silence; he sprints across the yard and into the lobby. His nails click agaisnt the tile as he runs down the long hall that had the room youre in, and bursts in. He jumps on the bed, seeing your sleeping frame still in your bloody dress..

He bares his teeth and barks at the four guards he's sent up here, shooing them away so he can be alone with you.

The scurry off and shut the doors behind them, seeing as their King is in a sour mood.

He gets pissy when he's sleepy and hasn't been around you, as if you're his emotional stability. He licks his chops and lays around you, encasing your body with his as he cuddles into a little ball with you tucked into his chest and belly.

You were so tired but still tried to come to for him, your hands mindlessly roaming his fur. A deep rumble of satisfaction comes from him, deep from his chest as he feels your tiny hands on him. He lightly, very softly licks your cheek and lips affectionately before he lays his head down to sleep.

Deep down his wolf was nothing but a big sweet lover, thirsty for your validation and praises as well as possessive and over protective. Especially now that you're pregnant, it'd be impossible to have even a second of alone time.

Its been five months and you were growing by the day, and the cravings were ridiculous. Steak and cinnamon rolls, raw meat, blood, chips- it was an endless ask but Konig was enamored with the entire process.

Looking at you with heart eyes as you ate his latest hunt, bloody and uncaring of how crazy you looked. He was so in love with you though, everyday you look more beautiful than the last. But this? It was pure art, raw and expressive and so painfully real.

You were the epitome of beauty to him, physically and through your expressiveness. You became more intense than ever, taking him somewhere deep each time you kiss him in a rush of pleasurable need.

As soon as you were done with the deer he caught you, he was infront of you licking the blood off your face, his tongue occasionally slipping inside your mouth.

"Thank you." You tell him, your voice sweet and small as you sat on the grass with your legs extended infront of you.

He licks your head, the motion ruffling your hair before he lays his head on your thighs. His nose touching your belly so he can feel when the babies flutter, his big red eyes extra focused.

He liked being this close to your scent as well, it being stronger than ever. He was obsessed, deeply and truly possessive of your entire being. An imprint only gets stronger as more time is spent with their mate, especially when the action is returned- even the slightest bit of affection keeps them pining for your love.

"I love you, Konig." You smile down at him looking up at you from your lap and he lifts his head, licking his chops. That excited gleam in his eyes, the way he shifted his paws impatiently- he wanted to lick your pussy some more.

"No, Konig. Wait till we get home." You coo, petting his head briefly but he whines and licks his lips again. He nudges your dress and looks back up at you.

'I love you too, please, you smell so good mama-' His begging was cute, those big eyes so hopeful as he excitedly wagged his tail.

He begins licking your thigh and pushes your hand out of his way with his nose and you softly giggle.

"You're so hard headed!" You squeal when he pushes his head between your legs, his soft fur tickling the insides of your thighs.

He licks your pussy through the panties, his eyes looking up at you to see your reaction.

Everyday leading up to your birth was like that, swatting his nose when he suffered it under your dress in public; which wolves weren't shameful creatures anyway. PDA was quite normal but you liked your privacy and, voyeurism wasn't your thing.

He was such a good father, so caring and gentle as he held his newborn son.

He shifted back human once he realized your water broke, immediately taking you to the community hospital. You jad no complications and decided to take an epidural and asked Konig to release enough poison from your eye to heal you.

It worked, leaving your eye still fully white only more glossy like.

"You did so good, darling. Look how beautiful our children are-' Konig praises you, kissing your head before he sits on the edge of the hospital bed.

You smile proudly at him, holding your son close while you watched your mate caress his fingers over your daughters small face. Watching the joy and compassion in his eyes was serene, he was such an intense man. So much to unpack with him, his personality was intricately compartmentalized. You had to really pay attention to Konig to want to understand him, but you'd have to get close to him for that.

And you're the closest and still haven't unpacked all that he is, but you knew that he was perfect in your eyes.

Your life together was perfect, something of a dream or from a book; A tale as old as time.

[vera-yaps]

🥀🖤Zero Day Headcanons🖤🥀

*i dont condone nor romanticize them or their actions i just love the movie!*

🖤🥀Cal tries to get andre to listen to Pavement, Andre calls him a fag for it but the next time he’s out with his parents at the mall, he just may swing by that one record store, the one that smells like rubber and use some of his pizza place paycheck to get one of their albums—the same one Cal showed him. he’d never admit it though.

🖤🥀They are so fucking homophobic/misogynistic im sorry yall😭Like andre i’d imagine more outwardly than cal, to me andre’s the type to say someth like a date🍇/aids joke or some shit and if Rachel’s in vicinity, she’d side eye cal to say something but of course the fucker doesnt. But if it’s just rachel and cal i feel like he may slip up and make some off color remarks but over all wouldnt call women bitches/etc the way andre would (and literally does in the movie)

🖤🥀To me (i dont think this is a very hot take) their part of new stratford is very conservative. it’s not like gun toting bible thumpers conservative but the area is relatively small and spreads fast—When Cal got caught smoking weed it wasnt scandalous but you did hear people saying that pam and steve’s son a few blocks down got busted hanging with druggies or something.

🖤🥀It also makes the queer interpretation more realistic to me. if we’re looking at it from that angle, those two are repressed and they are repressed bad. Like i dont have any particular sexuality headcanons for either of them simply bc they never got to officially figure it out. those feelings were so there for each other. Flat out. they just never got the chance to figure out what their identities were.

🥀🖤that being said my god those two were so pathetic for each other.

🥀🖤They met 1994 in sixth grade civics class

🥀🖤the teacher paired them for an ice breaker activity and they just sorta never left each other

🥀🖤honestly i feel like they developed feelings for each other on a subconscious level way closer to the events of Zero Day

🥀🖤Andre just couldn’t get Cal out of his head

🥀🖤like mf was simpin

🥀🖤Andre never found the need to make genuine friends. he was involved with the science club, the track team, he contributed to the school newspaper, and he was good at what he did, don’t get it twisted.

🥀🖤Like people paint andre to be super outwardly hateful and openly bullying his peers. but like to an extent i think he was liked. not necessarily popular and not as well recieved as cal, but like according to the website they both had relatively extensive-ish friendgroups

🥀🖤but the only person he’s ever considered a close person to him was cal, so he figured it was just that.

🥀🖤having a super close best friend makes you think about him all the time, makes you memorize his band shirts and typical outfits, makes you get all pink when he pays any kind of overt attention to you whatsoever. nothing out of the ordinary.

🥀🖤As for Cal I feel like he starts feeling that way alot sooner than andre does, but hes just as if not more repressed than he is.

🥀🖤Like i could go on about how cal is horrifically mischaracterized by the fandom but thats another post for another day. but like ppl think he’d be extremely open and okay with his sexuality/be a sassy twink? which like tbh i dont see at all

🥀🖤this dude comes from a religious background in the late 90’s/early aughts. like blud would be so repressed its not even funny

🥀🖤he just doesnt feel like anybody else could understand the kind of hate he had under wraps

🥀🖤But andre did.

[kits-ships]

🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒 throws locks thru ur window…

heyyy........ lets get a lil into my pokemon crushes.......

list under the cut (non-sharing pokeshippers pls beware)

#20.)

i dont actually know anything about caitlyn i just think shes pretty. i actually never finished b&w ............ 😥

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#19.)

i also dont remember much about will but i like his design . psychic-type users just have cool outfits i guess. what a silly little guy

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#18.)

i want to hit him with a fuckin hammer. the tension between us is crazy and he pisses me off. but also he wants me so bad. fuck you arlo

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#17.)

koga is also hot and also a little bit of a freak. i have fond memories of him as a lil kid.

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#16.)

is it weird to say i remember liking him but i dont really remember why. he's a bit higher up on the list because id actually gained sentience by the time id played moon

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#15.)

HES CUTE !!! he is so nice and adorable and he is my buddy :) i think he was my first crush in shield bc hes also like. the first gym leader you meet

and he's really rocking the weed shoes

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#14)

SHUT UP. I WAS TWELVE AND THAT HAIRCUT.......... FALKNER PLEASE HMU. emo bird boy

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#13.)

again i was 12!!!!!!!!!! but come on... hes a handsome fellow... and he likes ghost types?!? morty please save me. morty. save me morty.

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#12.)

i love u mo. 'scrawny little nerd i could snap over my knee' is 100% my type and you'd laugh if you saw the similarities between him and my husband. he needs kisses.

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#11.)

do i really need to say anything.

i feel like everyone can agree that he's hot and i want him to tell me abt fossils and rocks. literally everyone i knew at age twelve was either attracted to steven or to cynthia. or both.

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#10.)

SORRY. DONT LOOK AT ME. HE'S ANOTHER PRETTY BOY...

his autistic charm has bewitched me and i never even finished b&w. im also a sucker for the lost child raised/protected by pokemon trope

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#9.)

ACK. this man had little angel in a chokehold. i was so happy whenever he was in an episode or movie and his backstory makes my heart hurt....... also id get so pissed off whenever they had to change his voice actor for something

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#8.)

gilf. i will not be taking any questions

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#7.)

i am not immune to spark. i feel like he literally has NO substance to his character and yet i love him. its in my blood as a member of team instinct /j

i like imagining him as a himbo but ik hes a researchers assistant... hes like the kinda guy to explain string theory to you but also get confused when you tell him to 'hit the road'

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6.)

gilf pt. 2.

i love you kabu. inever thought id fall for a short and buff middle aged guy in a pokemon series but i wuv him and i wuv his rare league card

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#5.)

AGAIN HES LIKE TH E FIRST GYM LEADER YOU MEET AND HE WAS IN THE POKEMONM ANIME AND AUGHhh.... ROARK... i literally owe him my life for showing me the underground in pokemon diamond. i loved diggin up those lil rocks and i love him. he had little angel swooning

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#4.)

stop..... dont look at me..... i was like six years old and hes a HANDSOME KNIGHT with a LUCARIO!!!! and no i dont want rye i dont want riley (well maybe a little) i love AARON!!! HE SACRIFICED HIMSELF !!!

this crush has lasted for eighteen whole years and i still go feral over him. his hair is crazy tho

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#3.)

ok. i had the fattest crush on him in pokemon moon. hes a pathetic little meow meow just looking to fuck stuff up and i respect it. i can clearly remember going up to him postgame and just spamming the a button to talk to him. i love love love him.

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#2.)

FUCK. THIS IS WHO IM FIXATED ON ATM. VOLKNER. NOT ONLY DO I LOVE SINNOH BUT I LOVE ELECTRIC TYPES AND I LOVE GRUMPY GOOBERS LIKE HIM!!! HES SICK OF HIS JOB AND HE NEEDS KISSES TO FEEL BETTER (trust me im a doctor) AND HE WOULD BE SO CUTE IN A LDR WITH LUNETTE... SHES OFF SEEING THE WORLD BUT SHE ALWAY S HAS HIM TO SIT DOWN WITH, WATCH THE SEA, aND FEEL AT HOME WITH :,( I LOVE HIM AND IVE LOVED HIM SINCE HIS FIRST APPEARANCE IN THE ANIME.....

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#1.)

its leon. are you surprised. i love him and crazy hair, crazy fashion sense, and his little charizard shaped beard. love love love this lil silly

[humorisstoredinthetits]

The Heathers+Veronica go to the Mall

I have returned because I actually had an idea for once

I also got too busy watching another show about a group of 4 color-coded girls who are all (probably) gay, guess correctly and you get a cookie

Its no secret that they like to shop

Between Chandler's massive ego forcing her to have the newest fashion trends to ensure she looks better than everyone else and Duke and Veronica's gremlin hordes of collectibles, they do alot of shopping

At least once a week they end up at the local mall and don't leave until they come out with just tons of unnecessary bullshit

Do they have a problem? Probably.

Is it a massive drain on their finances? Lol not even close, they have just obscene amounts of money, between their three incomes and the fortunes left behind from the Heather's parents they can afford to buy whatever the hell they please

Even with the amounts they donate to various charities, they still just have so much of it

This ends up with them buying just the dumbest things

By 'them' I mean Duke

Like once she rented one of those bouncy castles from a party company bc Duke always wanted once but her parents sucked and wouldn't get it so she said fuck it and rented one

Mac and Veronica quickly joined her on it and they all started fooling around in there (not in the nsfw way, ik some of you dirty people were thinking that)

Chandler was just like 'whatever' until she realized that it was crushing some of her flowers

The stakes planted in the ground to keep the castle in place were not meant to withstand the forces of 3 childish adults bouncing around in there so they came out and the forces of them jumping moved the castle onto her flowers

Chandler got pissed, grabbed a knife, and stabbed the castle, deflating it

Everyone was pissed at her for ruining their fun and she had to pay the company for the damages

But back to what this was actually about

The Sherwood Mall really isn't anything that spectacular, but there really isn't much to do in Sherwood so they'll take what they can get

They'll usually drive in Duke's Jeep, as its the only thing that will be able to hold all of their crap

Once they get to the mall they split into two groups

Duke and Mac go off on their own while Chandler goes with Veronica

This is because they usually look for clothes first, and if Chandler doesn't supervise her Veronica will get non-Chandler approved outfits and she will not stand for that

And she still can't accessorize for shit

Chandler will go into a store, grab so many different clothes and spend literal hours trying them on while asking Veronica her opinions

Veronica still sucks with fashion, even after all these years with her fashionista gfs, so she's clueless when Chandler asks her for her opinion

"Which Skirt do you think looks better on me"

"This is a trick question, they're the same fucking skirt"

" No, this one is black and this on is very very dark gray, God Veronica how can you not see the difference, it's clear as night and day!"

"Whatever you say Princess"

What's even worse is when Chandler is done and starts picking out shit for Veronica

She feels like a doll while Chandler argues with herself over very minute differences in clothes

Sometimes she will take pity on her and let her pick out a few outfits that she doesn't approve of, which usually ends up with Veronica at Hot Topic getting band t-shirts and ripped jeans while Chandler tries not to gag at how unfashionable it all is

Veronica used to get severely annoyed by this, especially when she first joined the Heathers, but she then realized that she does it from a place of love, she just wants her gfs to look good

Chandler is just very very very bad at expressing her feelings in ways that don't make her look like a controlling bitch

Plus she also appreciates it deep down, she knows that she would not be able to pick them out herself

Hell if it wasn't for Chandler she would probably still be wearing that stupid scarf she used to wear with literally everything no matter how badly it clashed

Duke and Mac, on the other hand, are having a good time

Chandler trusts them enough to know what looks good on them so they are allowed to go out on their own

They take things a whole lot slower, taking their time browsing and seeing what looks cute

And don't get them wrong, they love Chandler, but she can be a bitch sometimes when it comes to these kinda things so they're glad that Veronica is the one who has to deal with that

Once they finish buying things they bring them to the Jeep before heading back inside for lunch

Being a small mall, the options aren't great but they make do with what they have

Chandler doesn't like most of the options, being mostly unhealthy fast food, so she usually goes to Subway

She gets the Roasted Chicken 6in with a tea and Miss Vicke's Salt and Vinegar Chips

Yes, Chandler is one of those horrid people who likes Salt and Vinegar Chips

The employees there put extra toppings on her sandwich because she comes there so consistently

Duke goes to the Panda Express (Ik I'm saying the Asian gets Asian food and all that but I have like no ideas for Duke)

She gets the Orange Chicken Bowl with Fried Rice and a Diet Coke

Mac goes to McDonalds

She collects the Happy Meal toys so she'll get 3 4piece McNugget Happy Meals

She doesn't like the apple slices so Chandler will usually eat them

The employees know to give her 3 different toys bc one time they didn't and Mac was disappointed so Chandler went over there and demanded they exchange them out for different ones

Veronica goes to the local Pizza shop

Its called Smokey's and its one of those restaurants where if you eat the big slice in a certain amount of time they'll put your picture on the wall and give you free pizza

Well the first time they came to the mall Veronica decided to try it for the hell of it

She devoured it in half the time of the previous record holder

The Heathers were watching and were horrified at how she just inhaled it like she was a black hole

Now every time she goes she gets the big slice and just for the hell of it tries to beat her best record

Her current record is 2min 12sec

After they finish eating they'll get ice cream because they are responsible adults who only eat healthy things to ensure they are in the best health

Mac gets Vanilla bc she's basic af

Chandler gets Strawberry

Duke gets Chocolate Chip

Veronica gets Pistachio

The Heathers are once again disgusted by their gf's food taste bc who tf likes pistachio?

After finishing their ice cream they go shopping for other things

This time they don't split up and go around in a group

They often go to Earthbound Trading Co.

Mac likes the incense so she'll stop by and see if theres any new scents or just to replenish her stock

She also likes the animal diagram wall art they have

One time Veronica found these rainbow butterfly wings there and as soon as she saw them Chandler said "Veronica Sawyer I swear to God if you buy those I am going to kill you"

She wore them to pride that year

Chandler refused to acknowledge her the whole time

At BoxLunch Mac and Duke will go through the pin stand and show each other what stupid ones they have and laugh at them while Veronica looks at the anime figures

Duke will buy the enamel pins for her office at work bc they're more fun that the boring regular ones

They go to Gamestop and Veronica tells herself that she isn't going to buy any more Pokemon Cards, its just like gambling, she isn't guaranteed to get anything good, she should just order what she wants off of Ebay

She comes out the store with bags full of packs and no regrets

Of course they go to the Candy Store, they get so much candy that the owner insists on giving them discounts

Duke buys all of those weird sodas like atomic waste or whatever

**Line break bc Tumblr is Dumblr**

She never likes any of them and never takes more than a few sips from each before spitting it out

One of the few good things their mall does have is a Lego Store

Mac once made custom minifigures of the four of them

Chandler acted like she thought it was stupid but she actually thinks its really cute and keeps hers on her desk in her office

Chandler has to drag the three of them out of there sometimes becuase they cannot make up their minds on what sets to get

They have a Build-a-Bear too, Mac usually looks to see if they have any of the Pokemon ones in there and gets them if they do

Its also where Chandler and Mac had their first 'date'

They call it a date but they were 7 and it was Mac's Birthday Party and Chandler gave her bear to Mac who was upset that she couldn't get two

Mac still has those bears to this day

They go to Spencer's and head straight for the back after checking out the pride stuff in the front and seeing if any of it is good

They don't buy anything most of the time they just go back there and laugh at all of the stupid shit they have there

One time they found a skirt that was red with a heart that said 'bitch' on it and they made Chandler get it

Duke also got a lava lamp

I just think she would really like lava lamps

Finally they stop in Sephora bc of course they do they're the Heathers

They go there last bc they spend forever looking at makeup and nail polish and shit

On their way out Mac coerces them into riding on the carousel bc they are definitely mature adults

Mac rides the Unicorn bc of course

Duke rides the Tiger

Chandler rides the horse

Veronica rides the ostrich

She just thinks its funny that there are all these majestic creatures and then there's this giant bird

After that the leave and everyone is exauhsted, especially Chandler bc she just had to babysit her 3 gfs for the past several hours even through they are grown adults and should be able to handle themselves

Unfortunately for her, none of them are mature adults, not even her

[bunnyboy-juice]

5, 7, 14, 21, and 50!!!! :3

5. Have you got any kinks you haven't tried yet but really want to? If so, what are they?

this one is genuinely so hard i had to get my wife's help bc i am such a "down to try everything at least once" person.......... i think truly and honestly I'd love to try feeder dynamics sometime (as the feeder, not the feedee) in a genuine way. I've changed a lot wrt this kink over the years and i can respect ppls discomfort wrt it, but also like. my wife and i have joked a bit recently that i "made her" fat (aka i gave her a loving environment to feel safe taking care of herself, including eating more than the minimum to survive) and that combined with radically accepting the reality that im mostly attracted to fat people has made me so curious about stuffing a girl intentionally 🥴 i think this would be more of a softer type of scene for me too tbh (very praise centered too) cause im still exploring my relationship to topping and domming again, but I'd still love to try it (:

7. A genie has granted you 3 nsfw wishes, what are you wishing for and why?

(1) mr potato head body parts (not just genitals, yes with the hole joints and everything) - for gender and also i think it'd be really fucked up (hot) to be able to be torn apart and put back together again how the person fucking me deems fit

(2) intoxicating fluids (esp blood, piss, and my Juices) that, with enough exposure, makes people go mad with lust (: i just think this would be fun ahfkdlajkfld (this also is very much a fantasy land one ofc cause I'd hate leaving ppl like that 4ever)

(3) REGEN HEALING POWERS I WANT TO HAVE MY ASS KICKED SO BAD AND I KNOW THE WAYS I WANT IT WOULD CAUSE PERMANENT DAMAGE OR KILL ME BUT IF I COULDN'T DIE OR GET HURT IN A WAY THAT MATTERS THE POSSIBILITIES WOULD BE ENDLESS 😵‍💫🫠🫶🏽

14. Do you have an outfit that makes you feel sexy?

no joke - any outfit that has big pants little shirt generally makes me feel smokin. i love summer literally bc its the only time of year where i can have my skin out. i dont think i have a Specific outfit that makes me feel more sexy than others bc i buy all my clothes for comfort and then style so nearly everything i own is smthn i could style easy enough to feel sexy in.

21. What was the best orgasm you've had recently? Why was it so good?

this is so hard for me bc every time i have sex with my dom & ze lets me cum, xe outdoes herself every time. but we've also been together 4 yrs now so they have learned many ways to make me cum atp and take full advantage of it every time cause she's a pleasure dom and overstims me OFTEN 🥰🫶🏽

50. Describe your body as positively as you can.

i am perfect (: like genuinely even with my disabilities, body image issues, etc i am perfect. my hair even at its messiest is lovely. my eyes are deep void pools that if they were a real room would be perfect for sensory deprivation. my skin, though it has blemishes, is perfect. my fatness is everything. protection, warmth, love is stored in there. i could keep going, but in general i deeply appreciate my body head to toe and what it does for me, even when it pisses me off.

[jawllines]

Can he be a whinny soft dom? I know ow whatever you do will be amazing but I sub Harry just doesn’t normally do it for me. Whatever you decide you obv. However the other ask where they were like he gets his mark first and then y/n distances herself! YES, this is where I thought it was gonna go when I read the first part! I also feel like yes to angst and maybe like she kind maybe has a fight with him about it not because she’s mad but because it’s like a breaking point and she’s just like I’ve been used again and I’m never gonna find anyone to love me. And he’s all like where tf is this coming from I thought you were okay with this and like I told you I liked hanging out with you just because it was you and she’s like yeah I’m sure. Like maybe his mark is in a super obvious place and hers is like on her back and they haven’t had sex so he never noticed it and I don’t often look at my back so she probably won’t notice it. I feel like there’s so many options for how she or Harry ends up finding it. I was also thinking king for like some even more angst, like so Harry found his and y/n also has hers but it’s on her back but then Harry meets someone and they have a mark and they look super similar and maybe the person Harry met had like another birth mark in the same spot so they’re kind of confused like maybe the spot that’s not visible by the other mark it’s just like a coincidence. Any who so Harry and them start seeing eachother but Harry’s kind of like it’s just not like when he’s with y/n and then maybe they all go out again and she’s wearing a backless dress (this is less plausible because the only time I do look at my back is when I’m checking out my outfit in something backless) and she’s all sad and mopey while they’re out and Niall is trying to get her to dance and let loose and Harry just sees it from across the room and is doing like a double take at his mark and hers and he’s looking at the person he’s been seeing and like oh my goodness and then yeah.

OMG more, cause the other person was like jealous Harry. So he’s seeing his supposed soulmate right they’re dating and then y/n either starts seeing someone or someone just starts flirting with her and Harry is so confused as to why it pisses him off so much. I also had a question is y/n a virgin cause it got me thinking like she’s never been able to really establish a relationship she feels confident or emotionally safe in and like if she’s not that’s obv fine I just wasn’t able to like see her sleeping with the people she’s “dated” cause by the point she was more exposed to dating I feel like the whole transactional like using aspect really sunk in. Which if she was a virgin hear me out right. The Harry situation just really fucked her up so maybe the night they are all out she’s just like fuck it I’m just gonna have sex with someone who knows absolutely nothing about me and at least they actually want to have sex with me just because I’m hot (like something only she can give) and not because it’s gonna get them someone else. And Harry is just so pissed off about it.

AHHHHH THESE ARE ALL SUCH GOOD IDEAS!! YES I DEFINITELY NEED THERE TO BE A PERIOD OF TIME WHERE ONE HAS THEIR MARK AND THE OTHER DOESNT AND ITS SO CONFUSING AND WEIRD AND HEARTBREAKING BC WHY NOT HEHEHE

ALSO I COULD GO EITHER WAY WITH HER BEING A VIRGIN, I WAS JUST GONNA SEE HOW I FELT WHILE I WAS WRITING IT!!

[okthatsgreat]

hiii lee :D 1, 5, 19, 21, and 28 for any oc you feel like talking about? grins

GRRINNNSSSS um urmm ........ im gonna go with null here bc ive been thinking about it a lot recently. Smiles at you

oc ask game!!!

are they associated with a certain color? what color do they wear the most?

THE COLOUR I HAD THEM IN BASICALLY THE ENTIRE RUN WAS MUDDY RED LOL. they wore a lot of gold/black/red despite not yet knowing they were a bhaalspawn but then postgame they steered more towards blues :)

how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?

oh godddd. honestly id say a solid mix?? it isnt one to really dress itself up (unless its a special occasion/wearing armour i guess???) and tends to be drawn towards darker tones/more """alternative""" (whatever that means in dnd LMAO) style. but then also of course growing up her outfits were often chosen to look ceremonial and that style definitely still influences her sometimes. safe to say they are going to get fucked up in this hot topic

are they quick to anger? what sets them off?

she surprisingly isn't quick to anger........ or. at least it doesnt look like it LMAO. it is beyond difficult to get a reaction out of them ESPECIALLYYYY if you are intentionally trying to piss them off, they keep this rather indifferent wide-eyed expression on them most of the time. and then often they kill you about it so even if you did get a rise out of them its a bit too late to process it hgfjdkgsh. but making her visibly angry is definitely still possible !!! especially later on down the game when it's clear she's taking on some of karlach's traits LMAO

their favorite place to be?

for a lot of the campaign they couldnt remember their favorite place, so their new favorite was this one lookout spot at a campsite they stopped at where it could watch the sun rise :)

how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?

see a lot of the time they are like a cat where they will just seriously invade your personal space and stare wide-eyed at you HBGFJDG which is honestly not a whole lot different to how they usually act. so. when first meeting it you definitely have to learn the subtleties in its mannerisms LMFAO like if their voice trails a lot that often means its happy but when it goes super blunt. Short sentences. that means theyre likely not ghkdfj

way later on it gets really giggly???????????? its mannerisms are definitely still extremely awkward and it has an odd laugh and smile but it shows it a LOTT more :)

[harapeveco]

Knk beach episode plot we need and deserve:

They go to the beach for some stupid reason don’t really think about it they are just there

Mai’s van is just cartoonishly filled with beach stuff (umbrella, towels, at least 7 floats, beach chairs). As part of the joke they filled it with so much stuff Tobi almost dies squished by them. For some reason they also put him in the trunk but Baku wasn’t he had a seat in the back seat

Basically Tobi gets bullied a lot for my amusement. Also he doesn’t want to be there at all

Speaking of Tobi he’s wearing the same outfit as Yusuke in the beach trip but instead of blue swimming trunks and a white hoodie the trunks are bright orange and the hoodie is black. He’s dying bc it’s too hot but he refuses to take it off

Only Mai and Rei know how to swim while Monika and Tobi use the floats

Also Tobi doesn’t like water in this one he’s like a rabid dog he will bite you if you even dare to think about it (Rei is bitten but actually manages to make him go in the water)

Yuu and Nagi are there too actually but the joke is they are all trying to beat Yuu senseless while absolutely no one questions why Nagi is there. They are besties in this scenario but like they aren’t does that make sense? It does in my head

Ryou is just there too he’s looking from afar witnessing all the shenanigans but he’s not a part of it he sees some shit going on and decides that’s not his problem he just leaves he won’t put himself in a situation

They eat popsicles. The joke here is that when asked what the strange flavor of the popsicle is the answer is just “orange”

We can’t forget the watermelon bit. Tobi hits Yuu instead of the watermelon but that’s on purpose

Also let throw in some beach volleyball bc yes idk how that will go but it’ll be a mess for sure

At some point and don’t ask me why or how they are in a boat. There’s a storm coming (again don’t ask me why or how it just happens) and fucking Tobi falls into the water and is drowning like the loser he is so ofc everyone is throwing stuff he can use to float but everything is actually heavy and sinks. “Throw things that actually float!” He yells. “Here grab this rope!” Says Mai throwing a rope he can grab onto. “Here grab this other rope!” Rei throws the end of the same rope thinking it was another one. “ITS THE SAME ROPE YOU IDIOT” he screams and drown and fucking dies. After the storms ends everyone is crying, Rei laments “I will never forget his last words ‘it’s the same rope you idiot’ 😭”

Thats it’s that’s how it ends

Jk they go to shore and Tobi is there like a wet kitty with the bat (or stick) they used for the watermelon waiting for them so he can kill them. Cut to the persona 4 chasing scene you know the one

You may have noticed Yukito has not been mentioned throughout the story that’s bc I forgot about him just like how Eve and Newo do every chapter. Sorry Yukito ily

The end

[pboogerswbb]

Chapter 6

Oh you ANGEL I cant believe you would spoil us in this way with a surprise chapter. This was the perfect amount of humour, horniness, and EDGING. I mean I could do without the edging, but I get it you can't give away the farm right away.

I checked out the Instagram of that Maiya chick you said Zari looks like. GYAT DAMN.

lol Paige is sooooooo in her head about all of this my god

I can't believe people thought she might be mad at Zari after running out of the party… I fear Zari could throw a brick at her head and she'd be like, thank you, again!!!

“My favourite girls!!” Trey’s voice blatantly interjects my spinning thoughts" -> Trey GO AWAY

"Why was she assuming how I felt anyway? Like the kiss mattered to me? Like I’d want more?" -> wow she is really crashing out

"You know what this is? Bad friendship." -> Im dying

BOB BUECKERS APPEARANCE YESSSSSSSS

Ugh hes such a good dad, the perfect man

"He always said I needed a woman to keep me in check" -> don't we all

"Did she not like the way I kissed? Was I off my game? Maybe the tongue was too much? Maybe she didn’t like my outfit." -> Paige crashing out is TOOO GOOD I am giggling as I read

"Too frenzied to even throw a shirt over my sports bra" -> mhm sure sure

"Quick, improvise." -> your Paige inner monologue is so fucking funny and spot on

" This bitch hadn’t been resting" -> 😂😂😂😂

I'm with Paige I can't stand when people don't know how to be sick. Except I call my nest a 'cinnamon roll'.

Everything about it makes me want to wrap her in my arms and never let anyone close in case they hurt her. -> Oh P you are so down bad I don't want to see your heart get broken

"The blonde is chewing on an apple in her sports bra and black Nike sweats, muscles grown more prominent over her training period with the Wings, arms bigger, shoulders wider, outline of the muscles on her abdomen faintly visible even as she slouches." -> Zari, you're down bad. accept it. its ok. she's delicious.

"But now as she sat there, looking like that, I wanted nothing but to get on her. To climb onto her lap and kiss her again like we had on the balcony. " -> Zari girl, I don't know how else to spell this out for you

"that no matter what this was it would have to stay casual." -> well thats gonna be an issue cause Paige is a lovergirl and very down bad for you. Queue Chappell Roan.

“Paige?” “Yeah mama?” “Kiss me.” -> oh wow weve graduated to mama

Jesus christ this makeout is hot as fuck

“Please, Iz, would do anything to fuck you,” -> subtle P!

“Would be so good, just lemme eat that pussy,” I moan into her ear. “Gimme five.” -> Dear god how could any woman say no to this. Trust me, it won't take 5. Maybe 30 seconds.

KIRAN you PUSSYBLOCKER. Imagine he knew he was just interrupting Paige Bueckers tryna fuck is sister 😂. Is Drew or KK gonna call next time they are about to fuck? Menaces. Thanks for brightening my morning with this piece of EROTIC LITERATURE. you the best. 🦫

I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO REPLY TO THISSS BECAUSE ILY FOR THIS like these are the highlights of my life atp (my life is void of meaning but working on it)

i like the edging... anyways

writing paige's internal monologue is so much fun but has also started to flow really naturally, like it's such a joy to write and a very easy way to bring in some humor and lightness so i'm glad you found it funny bc i had fun writing it!! girl was full on crashing out

omg right paige would neverrrrr

bob bueckers appearance coming in chapter 7 too

zari stronger than me because i would be on that STAT

its so funny to me that only like a month back kiran was telling zari about how hot paige is and now she's COCKBLOCKING HER SISTER AND PAIGE

anyway... keep kk in mind i guess

ILY YOU'RE THE BEST

[barbiecrocs]

Serial.

Michael Myers

What seems to be the unluckiest day you've ever had is also the most enjoyable.

tags- fem!reader, horror, soft gore, breaking and entering, size difference if you squint, rough sex, blood, piv, monster fucking (just bc this man is monstrous), dumbification, hair pulling, 90s ig, the mask stays on during sex. WC. 3861

Barbie's note... can't believe I used to be on my knees for this man. Like I used to be in the trenches frfr but if yall like him enjoy. after all I did write it to be read. I might go back into hibernation btw.

 The storm that brought your birthday party to an early end sends most of your friends home for the night. The bipolar winds knock leftover party cups and plates into the pool. The storm seems to be having a party of its own in your backyard. It practically plucks your backyard apart bit by bit. You raise your hands to your temples and rub them in stress. The only thing you could do was sit on the sidelines and watch.

 "Sigh, the sound of rain is so therapeutic…Too bad the storm is destroying your backyard. This is not a pretty sight." You hear an oncoming voice say.

 "Kate, you shouldn't be so relaxed. You have no ride home now. You should've gone home with your sister and the others. It's raining cats and dogs now." You complain and look over to Kate, noticing her outfit.  "Did you get that from my closet? You took my whole ‘My Melody’ set! Even the slippers! I only have one set! The rest are just shirts! I was going to wear that after my shower!" Your eyebrows furrow in distaste for her stealing one of your favorite pajama sets. She could've at least asked right? Man, you really have to kick her out. You roll your eyes.

 "Jeez, take a chill pill, don't get your panties in a twist. I wanted to leave, but I guess I took too long to take a shower and get changed out of my swimsuit, so they left without me. She told me that she was going to come back after dropping everyone else off." She starts to tap on the glass with her acrylic nails as her eyes flicker back and forth between you and the glass. "That doesn’t make any sense, she’d just be wasting more gas and my time.” You roll your eyes. “Jeez, no need to be in such a time crunch, your bed isn’t going anywhere, anywhere far at least,” Kate says. ‘Ugh! So insensitive at all times.’ You think. “You know Kate, I had other things planned tonight!" You huff.

 "Ooh? What did you have planned that was so important? It’s almost midnight-. Oh. OOOH? Is it what I think it is? Were you and Miles going to fuck? Is that why you’ve been hanging by your phone so much?” She says, continuously poking your arm. Your cheeks run hot as she continues to press you with flustering questions. “Maybe that’s why you’ve had such a stick up your ass because you’ve been waiting for him to stick something up there. Are you keeping it ready for him huh? It’ll slip in nice and easy-.” “KATE!” You interrupt, practically steaming with embarrassment and shyness. “What?” She snickers. “Did I hit the bullseye?” “Just… Just shut up!” You stomp. “Fine. Fine. You wanna take another dip in the pool to cool down? Or perhaps the rain, does that sound like fun? Becoming one with the rain. It sounds lovely, an absolute dream." She smirks, unlocking the backdoor. 

 "No, no it doesn't sound like a dream. It's a hot summer night turned lukewarm and I bet the rain is uncomfortably warm too-" "Come on!" She interrupts, yanking you outside so hard that you topple over, good thing you were still in your swimsuit. Can’t say the same for Kate though. 

 She starts to skip around the pool playfully as if the rain was nonexistent. "Kate, ugh! You little shit, you're lucky I'm still wearing my bathing suit! Plus, you're getting my clothes wet! What was even the point of taking a shower if you were going to go back outside? Sigh You know what? You should stay outside and really be one with the rain. Have fun!" You shut the door as she runs over, slipping on the wet pavement.

 "Hey! Don’t leave me out here! Come on, it was just an impulsive decision. I was just having fun since the party was ruined! Loosen up a bit!" She yells, muffled through the thick glass of the backdoor. You put your fingers in your ears and pretend like you can’t hear her. She’ll be fine, the rain was warm, plus there’s a patio set with a waterproof hood so she doesn’t have to stay in the rain.

 'Great, now I have a mixture of chlorine and rainwater on me.' As you walk inside the house you notice that you left the TV on and overhear it from your open kitchen.

 *T.V static* "Emergency news coming to you live from Los Angeles, California. The news channel where we relay urgent news in under five minutes!" Reporter Nancy says while thrusting her hand in the air to represent the number five. "Nancy, stop, this is serious news. We are here to relay information about a serial killer sneaking into backyards and killing residents living there. Numerous calls were made to the emergency hotline, 911, saying that there was someone in their house or giving us details on what the deranged man looked like. He stands somewhere around 6'7 and wears a dark blue jumpsuit. He wears a mask that hollows his eyes and he has brown hair-"

 The TV suddenly cuts off as if it was unplugged, yet everything looks in check. It wasn't unplugged, the TV isn't smoking like it's broken, the power is fine, and it's not like you turned it off manually or remotely. 

'Wow, it's the first time I actually sit down to watch the news and the TV decides to cut off.' You think.

 You bang on the TV in hopes that it'll cut back on, but no luck. "Ugh, old ass T.V.! I told mama that she should've gotten a new one! This shit is so outdated. We have had this since I was ten! That's a decade!" You pout. 

 You look out the glass backdoor and see Kate, happy as ever, texting someone on a huge duck floatie in the pool with little to no rain outside now. Like what the hell? It was just raining. You unlock the sliding door and call out to her. "Hey, Kate. You should come inside now. It would be a hassle for your sister to drive back over here. You should spend the night." You say, cursing yourself for your generosity. "Really? Now you want me to come in? I'm good. There's no need to be so concerned. We're on private property. No one else can enter without permission, that's illegal. Plus, the rain is warm just like you predicted. She should be fine while driving, seriously. I'll just wait until my sister picks me up. You act like I'm ten years old. I don't need supervision." She rolls her eyes.

 You return the same energy with an eye roll. "So naive, your funeral… Just know that I will be locking the door." You mumble and pull in the curtains. If she doesn't care about her safety then neither will you. Your objective was to take a shower, not look after her anyway.

  In the middle of your shower, you hear the house phone ring. You let it ring for a while before realizing that Kate can’t answer the phone for you. With a long sigh, you rinse off, grab a towel, and head to your room, wanting to put some clothes on before going downstairs. You throw on a Kuromi pajama shirt paired with loose black shorts and head downstairs.

 'Was Kate expecting a call? Maybe it’s Kate’s sister and she’s here to pick her up. Maybe it’s Miles? We were supposed to fuck for my birthday tonight.’ You skip down the stairs, hoping that it was the latter, and pick up the cream-colored phone just to hear heavy breathing on the other side. 'What the hell?' You think. 

 As you're about to hang up your movement is forcefully put to a stop. You feel your heart sink as a painful throb begins to travel up your arm, making you drop the phone on the table. You fully tune into this sound as if nothing else around you matters. It’s so loud in your head even though the phone is no longer in your ears. Every nerve inside your body is tense and telling you to hang up, but the breathing is so captivating, trance-like if you will. Listening to the sweet sound as if it was someone humming your favorite tune or singing a soft lullaby. It's so alluring, arousing almost. It mentally sucks you in and the noise alone brings a physical warmth to your skin, supplying false comfort like a hug. It takes away the pain in your arm just as fast as it gave it. As you listen for longer you start to notice the raspiness in the voice. This wasn't like a white noise machine or a random audio on loop. There was someone behind it. In and out, in and out, in and… 

Suddenly, you hear Kate scream bloody murder and you snap out of your trance, unplugging the phone and rushing toward the back door. Yanking the curtains open and analyzing the pool from inside, the scene that is held in your eyes is mortifying.

 Kate lays there on her back, lifeless in a puddle of her blood on the rubber duck floatie. Her hair is a mess and you can see signs of a struggle on her body. The stressed clothing, choke marks, and some of her fake nails are broken off, leaving her fingernails bloody. Her phone is no longer in her hand, but slowly sinking to the bottom of the pool. Heh, it looks like it still works, the screen is on. Blood flows out of the stab wounds on her throat and chest as the light rain continuously tries to wash them away.

 Your eyes frantically scan the pool area for the culprit. And somewhere in the darkness that is the other side of the pool, you see a tall figure step forward, making you jump back from the glass.

 A man in a dark blue bloodied jumpsuit, standing around 6'6 - 6'7, wearing a mask with brown hair. Just seeing this man triggers something in you, as you've unlocked a memory. Have you seen him before? No way, that can't be possible, there's no way that you've seen him and not run away screaming. Then it finally clicks. He was the murderer that was described on TV. He fits the description perfectly. The mask, hair, height, the only thing the description was missing was the blood.

 Goosebumps tatted your skin as you begin to panic. You hold still in hopes that he has bad eyesight or somehow can't see you through the clear glass door, as if that's possible. He remains completely still and at some point, you wonder if he really can't see you. Maybe the mask messes with his vision?

 Suddenly, he starts to make his way around the pool and so you run into the living room to dig in the couch cushions for your mom's pistol that she keeps for "unexpected guests". 

 You hurriedly load the gun and speed back to your place, tripping over a bunched-up rug. You tip back and fall flat on your butt and point the gun in his direction, waiting for him to round the corner. Your hands are shaking from adrenaline and your nerves are high. At this point, you're hyper-aware of everything happening to you. Blood is coursing through your body from head to toe because of this intense situation and yet… you feel a second heartbeat, this one wasn't in your chest, it was between your legs. Why was your body doing this?

 Was this turning you on? You feel obloquy and disappointment fill your heart as you think about such taboo and shameful things. Many thoughts swarm your mind, but everything is put on hold as he rounds the corner.

 He stands in front of you, only the glass door standing between you both, but it isn't long before he busts through it. Glass comes shooting your way and you shut your eyes and cover your face in defense, not realizing that you dropped the gun. You were too late to protect yourself properly and tiny shards of glass grazed your skin. Some cuts are a little deeper than others, but the overall damage was minimal. Luckily, due to the adrenaline, you couldn't feel the pain.

 You open your eyes when you realize that the gun is no longer in your hand. You look around on the floor until you notice unfamiliar shoes planted right in front of you and snap your head up just to see his dark, hollow, eyes staring at you. 

 In a panicked rush, you continue to search for the gun you dropped, trying to keep your eyes on him. Patting the area down like a dumbass, you still couldn't find it. Only for a split second you look away and grab it, but a large hand roughly grabs you by the neck and the other snatches the gun away, throwing it somewhere towards the stairs. Your hands' fling onto the hand choking you, attempting to tear him off of you. No avail, his grip was firm and you were slowly, but surely losing air.

 He lifted you with ease and put your back to the other glass door that wasn't broken. Trying to cause as much of a hassle as you can, you thrash around, kicking and punching, but it wasn't doing anything to his firm body. 'What is this guy made of?'.

You start to feel hot tears prickle in your eyes and your face feels like someone is sticking pins and needles in it. Heat piles in your chest and your heart starts to beat slower and slower. After what seems like a lifetime of flopping around, you finally land a good kick to his stomach. His grip softens on your neck and you loudly gasp for air, coughing up a storm as spit lulls out your mouth and down your chin.

 All too quickly, he grabs your legs and wraps them around his hips to stop you, putting you both in a rather intimate position. With you being pinned to the glass, you stop resisting and catch your breath. 

 As you calm down, you notice just how close he is, how you can practically feel his heart beating through his chest, how his leg is tucked snuggly between your thighs, and all of a sudden your feet can’t touch the floor. The mood between you two was shifting from panicked to steamy. You felt ashamed of yourself for thinking in such a way. You could die right now, but all you could think about was how big and warm his hands were around your neck. You could no longer find it in yourself to even look in his direction. But your surroundings are all too familiar, nothing else besides him can keep your attention.  

 His grip tightens on your thighs as he leans into you. With closing distance, the more you can feel his clothed length slowly push against your thin shorts, twitching and aching to be sheathed in your now soaking, cunt. You wrap your arms around his neck and shut your eyes as you wait for him to plant a kiss on your lips. Instead, you feel surprisingly warm kisses along your jawline to your neck. His lips find your sweet spot, making you jolt in pleasure. As he starts attacking your neck with hickeys and bites. You feel a cold hand travel from one of your thighs to the hem of your shirt. He tugs on the fabric, signaling that he wants it off. “Go ahead.” You say, layering your hand on his as he slips your shirt off. Squeezing one of your boobs with the other hand. 

 Your naked back forcefully pushes up against the cold glass and it isn’t long before a cold shiver rushes up your spine, making your back arch fiercely. “Ah, c-cold!” You hiss. He looks around and spots a comfy couch in the living room, covered in fuzzy throw-over blankets that were used for cold movie nights. He throws you over his shoulder and then plops you onto the couch, his hands immediately moving around your waist and snaking up to your chest. He takes a second to admire the naked flesh in his hands, kneading and kissing it. He’s never felt something so soft and smooth in his life. Considering that his life was a very hard one, this felt like heaven on Earth. 

 You wrap your legs around his waist and pull it closer to your clothed entrance. His fingers loop around your panties and drag them down, swiftly. A string of shlick leading from your pussy to the wet spot on your panties. He brings the panties up to his nose and sniffs them, making your cheeks run hot with a blush. “Perv!” You beat at his chest. 

 He takes off his jumpsuit as he stares down at you. Broad shoulders, muscular chest, dark eyes, and abs sculpted by the gods intimidating and turning you on simultaneously. He continues undressing and pulls his boxers a little bit lower than his thighs. Your eyes almost pop out of your skull from how big his dick is. Yet it fits in his hand perfectly. 

 He gives it a few long strokes before lining himself up at your entrance, raising your hips to level with his tip. “W-wait. I don't think it’ll fit.” You whimper, trying to close your legs, but are blocked by his waist. He stands still for a second, thinking about what to say. Instead, he shrugs his shoulders considering that he doesn’t talk much. He prods his tip at your entrance and slowly sheths himself mostly inside you, letting out a deep guttural groan. Your arms subconsciously try to claw at his back, but can’t wrap around it, clawing on his shoulders at best. “FUCK!” You scream, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. “You’re too big.”

 You lay on your back, trying not to move an inch, scared that he might rip you in half just from it being inside you. He puts a calloused hand on your cheek and wipes your tears, trying to soothe you the best he can without words. Your grip on his shoulders tighten when you feel him push in more. “Wait!” You weakly move a hand to his chest. “Stay still for a moment. It stings so bad.” You throw your head back onto the armrest of the couch as you bite your lip in pain, almost drawing blood.

 After what seems like an eternity the pain is finally gone and now you can enjoy the dicking that you were supposed to get from Miles. You wonder what happened to him. Maybe he canceled without telling you. ‘Ugh, dickhead! Ghosting me on my birthday?’  You brush off that thought and tell him you’re fine now. He pulls out halfway and slowly thrusts back in, making you feel every inch of him. Your whole body quivers from how deep he was inside you, plunging farther than your fingers ever could. “Oh fuck!” You claw. He starts to pick up the pace, with each thrust fucking you further into dumbification.

 You practically scream when he starts pounding your g-spot, making you breathless. “So good!!~” You hiccup, trying to focus on not being fucked dumb. So much that you didn't realize him switching positions.

 Suddenly, your stomach is pressed against the back of your brown corduroy sofa as your knees dig into the pillows and cushions beneath you. He stands tall, towering over you from the back with one hand tangled in your hair. His free hand returns to one of your hips and he pulls them closer to his length, lining himself up again. He wastes not even a second going slow this time. He thrusts into you, immediately finding your G-spot and pounding it. The position does wonders for you as his balls repeatedly smack against your clit, making your back arch immensely. That’s it. That was your last straw before turning dumb. Your nails dig into the couch and your tongue hangs out your mouth, trickling drool. He lets out a deep groan when he feels your walls squeeze around his dick and suck him in, signaling that you were close to cumming. 

 A familiar heat starts to spread over your body and it isn’t long before your walls go from squeezing to trembling. “Fuck, Fuck FUCK!!” You thought you screamed, but to him, it just seemed like fucked out babbling. Your pussy gushes around him, triggering his orgasm. He fucks both of you through it, almost to the point of overstimulation. He finally pulls out, allowing all the cum and shlick to ooze out of you. Both of you watch as it drips onto the blanket below you, making you giggle. “Heh, oopsie.” You babble, still fucked out.

 Your tiredness catches up with you and you fall limp on the couch, rocking in and out of consciousness. He picks you up and searches the house for a bathroom. He starts to run the water and steps out for a minute. The sound of running water and a loud thud from the living room snaps you out of your unconscious state. ‘W-what the fuck?’ You stand up on wobbly legs and head out of the bathroom, finding out that he put you in the downstairs one. You feel a cold gust of wind and look towards the front door. It’s open with the man that was just balls deep inside of you standing hunched over. You have a bit of trouble walking over to him, but eventually, you make it. You try to find an opening to see what he was looking at since he’s too tall to look over. 

 You fall on your butt in horror when you realize that it’s Miles, dead and the fully clothed mysterious man was dragging him away. A puddle of dried blood on your porch gives away that he was dead for a while.

 “What. The. FUCK!” You had such a nice time with this man that you forgot he was a murderer. For heaven's sake, he killed your best friend Kate. “Who are you?” So many questions run through your head at the same time. ‘Why did he kill Miles?  When did he have time to kill Miles? Why didn’t he kill you too? How does he know about you?’ He throws Miles over his shoulder and turns back to you. It looks like he’s going to raise a hand at you, instead, he reaches into his jumpsuit and pulls out a gold name tag with the name ‘Micheal’ on it. He throws it into your lap and disappears into the darkness of the night. “What…What the fuck?”

[silverdelirium]

draco fucks reader in a corset bc he got turned on how it pushed her boobs up?

this is mostly smut so don’t expect much of a plot. also i fucking hate this but let’s go😋

warnings: breeding kink (?), titty sucking, kinda rough sex, praise kink

———

“should i go as a pirate?” you questioned, tilting your head to the side slightly.

draco paused, imagining how you would look like entering the halloween party as a pretty pirate and smirked. “that’s an amazing idea baby girl” he responded, leaning forward to kiss your cheek.

——

“so- what do you think?” you said, giving a small twirl for your boyfriend who was sitting down on the bed in front of you, mouth slightly agape as he eyed your outfit; which consisted of a small black skirt, boots, white collared shirt that had the first few buttons undone, and a corset that accentuated your curves.

draco stood up, towering over you as he placed his hands on your waist, grey bright eyes feasting on your body.

“baby you look beautiful” he murmured, lust slowly clouding his mind as he saw you making a path to the mirror, eyeing your own attire with slight hesitation.

“you don’t think it’s too much?” you asked, hands roaming your waist unconsciously.

“i think it’s perfect.” breathed draco, positioning himself behind you and wrapping an arm around your waist, grabbing your jaw with the other and tilting it up so you were staring up at him.

“you don’t know what you do to me” he growled prior to clashing your lips together, catching you off guard at first but relaxing into the kiss after a few seconds.

the kiss quickly escalated as his tongue pressed down on yours, his hand that was on your waist sneaking up to trace your pushed-up cleavage.

you gave a small whimper in his mouth when he abruptly turned you to face him, his hands now roaming down to feel your ass.

you broke apart from the kiss, both with glossy and swollen lips. draco took a mere second to admire you before he was guiding you backwards towards the desk that stood at the corner of the room, his forehead connected with yours, sharing the same breath.

once he perched your bum on top of the desk, he reached behind your back, grabbing ahold of the corset’s strings, undoing them and tossing the material out of sight, your soft mounds that had a slight tint of red to them, due to the tightness of the corset making his mouth water.

draco gave a small hum before kissing you again, biting your bottom lip playfully as his hand made its way to your pooling heat after bunching your skirt up at the waist.

he lightly rubbed your clit over the damp lace, causing you to release a small moan on his mouth. he wasted no time and completely ripped them off, immediately sinking his finger inside you.

you gave a soft cry against his lips, disconnecting from them and staring up at him. “take off your shirt” he demanded sternly, two fingers now pumping in and out of you.

you did as asked with shaky hands, letting the material pool around your wrists as you leaned back on your hands, watching intently as your boyfriend’s fingers sank all the way inside you, the pad of his thumb flicking over your clit.

“fuck draco” you heaved, throwing your head back whilst draco leaned forward, attaching his mouth to your nipples.

the soft cushion of his lips against your sensitive skin in addition to the fast pounding of his fingers had you letting out a pornographic moan, one that had draco’s cock twitching on his trousers.

“i fucking love stretching this pussy out” he groaned against you, moving his lips to your other breast, his digits making scissoring motions inside you.

your hips involuntarily bucked up as you wailed in complete bliss, the blonde’s thumb quickening its pace on your throbbing clit, causing your thighs to shake. the delicious orgasm about to hit you- and then he pulled his fingers out.

a sadistic smirk adorned his sharp features as you whined, an angry huff thrown in his direction.

“oh don’t be such a brat, i just want to make you cum on my cock, not my fingers” he purred, shaking his head in a teasing manner, making a quick work of lowering his trousers, enough to free his pulsating cock.

you reached forward to give him a few pumps with eager movements, watching as he threw his head back. “just like that princess” he hummed.

your hand gave a few more lewd strokes against his prick before he removed your hand, brushing a strand of hair back from your face whilst he slowly plummeted himself inside you.

a moan ripped through you as he entered you, and you silently thanked for the thick walls of the castle. his eyes settled on yours while his cock was getting swallowed by the wet warmth mess on your cunt. “oh fuck- you’re so tight” he grunted, rocking his hips into yours sensually.

he waited a few moments for you to become accustomed to the stretch before settling on a fast pace, making the desk rattle underneath you.

“taking me so well, baby” he rasped out, hands on your bum as he pounded inside you, bringing himself forward until your noses were touching.

“ah! fuck draco!” you cried out, feeling the tip of his cock reach that spongy spot inside you. the filthy sounds of wet skin slapping and both of your moans resonating throughout the four walls only turned you both on further.

“who’s my best girl, huh?” taunted draco, fastening his pace while looking down at your bouncing breasts. “i am!” you squeaked, his thumb connecting to your clit once again.

“that’s right baby, this sweet pussy is gonna take all of cum, isn’t it princess?” he teased, taking advantage of your foggy mind and blabbering. things now falling from the hard wood underneath you.

“uh-huh, want you to fill me up” you agreed, the coil inside you about to snap when he quickened his pace, guttural moans escaping his own lips at your choice of words.

“yes baby, i’m gonna have this pretty cunt leaking with my cum” he said through gritted teeth, not slowing his hips once.

“oh fuck, are you gonna cum for me sweetheart?”

“yes! i’m gonna cum” you sobbed, thrusting your hips up before letting your muscles relax, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you came, draco right behind you and spraying your walls with his hot cum.

draco stilled inside you, your pussy fluttering around him, milking his cock dry.

his vision was still trained on your face, observing how you rode out of your high, falling forward into his chest. he removed his thumb from your clit, slowly pulling out and watching how your pussy spilled your arousal out onto the now squeaky desk.

you felt absolutely spent, not even catching up on the sweet praises draco murmured in your ear as he carried you to the bathroom, though you were able to catch something about corsets and how good they look on you.

———

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[shurisneakers]

if you're taking ideas for harmless drabbles, i'd love to see one of bucky on one of those dates he mentioned and reader's shenanigans. if you aren't, feel free to ignore this!

a/n: are we really going to let a word limit define what a drabble is? is the vibe and spirit not enough? i say this bc this is 5.7k words long im so sorry. also hey thank you to everyone who piped in with their knowledge of violent geese and how apartment security works in new york!! also thanks to my bby @spiderrpcrker for reading this and telling me to publish this bc i wasnt going to fkjghfkj

warning: swearing, bad luck, dates, frustrated bucky, anxiety, mentions of gore but like only a sentence

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Bucky returns only two weeks later. His mission lasted longer than expected and all he wants is to lie down and sleep for forty eight hours straight.

“FRIDAY?” he mumbles, kicking off his shoes. His jacket had already been discarded by his bedroom door when he walked in.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?”

“How are ya?” He doesn’t miss a beat in asking, even though he’s exhausted.

“As good as ever. Did you have a successful mission?”

“If by successful you mean one sprained limb instead of two, then yeah.” He wasn’t really cribbing. His ankle was already starting to heal anyway and it was worth the roundhouse kick to a Nazi's face. “Do I have anything scheduled for this weekend?”

“You have a meeting on your calendar scheduled for this Saturday.”

“Could you send a text to Y/N and ask if we can push it to the next day?” His muscles feel sore and God, he could definitely use a hot shower but all of that becomes secondary the minute he feels the sheets under him.

“Would you like me to reschedule the other one as well?”

“What’s that?” He opens one eye in confusion. “There’s another one?”

“It’s on Sunday. You’ve labelled it ‘date’.”

Ah, fuck.

“Would you like me to change it?” FRIDAY never sounds like she’s judging him, which is nice. It also reminds him about how she, as an AI, can’t judge him, which is a rude wake-up call to how he doesn’t have friends.

“No,” his voice is muffled against the pillow, “no, let it be. Where is it again?”

“You’ve only specified diner, Sergeant Barnes.”

Public space, daytime, plenty of escape routes. Good on his less delirious self for selecting a diner.

“Thanks, FRIDAY.” Now that he’s a little more relaxed, he can feel himself slip in and out of consciousness.

“One last thing," her automated voice commands his attention again. "Y/N replied. She says sure and to take care.”

“Yay.” Not even a second later he’s out like a light.

____

“Did you bring me any souvenirs?” Is the first thing he hears as he marches into your lair.

“What could I possibly get you?”

“A postcard, a t-shirt.” You don’t look up from your tinkering.

“Decapitated finger, used bullets,” he continues, “cement blocks.”

“Ew.” You snap the lid shut on the thing you’re working on, spinning around on your chair. "That's not nearly romantic enough."

“That’s all you’re going to get from a Russian underground bunker.” He does a mini jog up the stairs of the platform to where you are.

“Does the finger have a ring at lea- oh hello?” You raise an eyebrow at the sight of him. “You look different.”

He peers down. The outfit was still all black. As always.

“Not your clothes, dummy,” you interrupt, making him look back at you. “Your face. What’d you do?”

He unconsciously raises a hand to his cheek.

“Did you wash your face? Is that it?” you squint at him. “Has it been a few months since the last time?”

“Wow, you’re so funny,” he drawls sarcastically.  “Top tier comedian right there.”

“No wait, it’s the beard.” You snap your fingers in realisation, completely ignoring his comment. “You trimmed it.”

“So what if I did?” He leans on your table.

“You going somewhere?” you ask, elastic snapping against your hands as you remove your gloves.

“It’s none of your busi-”

“Hold on a second.” A sly smile begins to make its way onto your face. “Are you going on a date, Bucky Barnes?”

His comeback dies down in his throat. That didn’t take you very long for you to figure out.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” You look smug, to say the least.

“Shut up.” A ray of light glistening distracts him. He traces it to the thing you were working on earlier.

“Where are you guys going?” You cross your arm across your chest, a small smirk on your face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” It’s a silver box, engraved intricately with swirls that, when he observes carefully, looks like a skull. Wow, terrifying.

“I’m literally asking you.”

“What are those?” He shifts the conversation towards a more productive angle instead.

“Evil in a box and some other stuff.” You shrug offhandedly. “Is it a lunch date or just coffee?”

“Like Pandora’s Box?”

“A discount version, sure,” you confirmed impatiently. “Stop changing the topic, listen to me.”

He tilts his head, waiting for you to continue.

“Do you need a chaperone?” The sincerity in your voice for such a bullshit question has him scoffing.

“Good God- no, I do not need a chaperone. I’m 106 years old, I can go out unsupervised.” He reaches over and plucks the box off your table.

“Sir, you’re a geriatric."

“What are those?” He points to a few ray odd ray guns.

“Minor stuff you don’t have to worry about right now.”

He shakes the box in his hand. “What’s gonna happen if I open this?”

“Very bad things,” you whispered ominously before your volume returns to normal. “How’d you meet this person? Online?”

“She’s Natasha’s friend.” He turns the box over, seeing a small latch at the side. “What bad things?”

“Bad luck and misery. Don’t play with it, it’s dangerous.” You pull the box away from him. “Aw, is it a blind date?”

“Why do you care so much?” he shoots back, tugging the box back towards him.

“Just lookin’ out for you, Bucko,” you huff, adjusting your grip on your device. “Need to keep my favourite senior citizen safe.”

“I have a vibranium arm.” Whose force he could use to grab the box once and for all, but wasn’t. “I think I’ll be fine.”

“What if she has one too, huh? Then what?”

“She doesn’t.” As far as he knows, he’s the only one alive with a metal appendage made out of the strongest metal in the world. That could very well change by tomorrow but he's keeping the title for now.

“But what if she does? I swear to- stop trying to take the box!” You pull a little more forcefully, but he doesn’t relent.

“I want this to get over before this evening.”

“What time’s your date?”

“Why do you care?” He’s sure anyone who saw the dumb tug-of-war you both were playing would just automatically assume he was an absolute manchild, not an Avenger.

“Because.” You don’t explain further. “Tell me what time your date is, you weirdo.”

“Five o’clock, now let go.”

“Fine,” you say, suddenly loosening your grip. Clearly, it doesn't make much of a difference since he isn't struggling to keep his balance from the sudden loss of force.

“Fine.” He clears his throat, straightening up. 

You don’t say anything. He doesn’t either.

A putrid smell creeps into his nose, one all too similar to spoiled milk and decaying seaweed. He has to physically stop himself from gagging.

“Have a good day.” You smile and lean far back. Too far. It looks like you're almost going to fall out of the chair.

Through the tears that are threatening to line his eyelids, he looks down at the box whose latch you somehow managed to lift, leaving the box open.

“What the fuck is this?” He coughs, swatting at the air in front of him to clear it.

“I told you; bad luck in a box.”

“You can’t scientifically create bad luck, that’s bullshit.” He tosses the box back onto your table. You watch it slide past you, not making any effort to stop it. “What is it really?”

“I’m not lying.” You pull open a drawer, brandishing a small table fan that you set down beside you. “If you open it, you’re going to have terrible luck for the day.”

He glowers at you when you turn the fan on, forcing the fumes back towards him.

“Besides, that’s all I was doing today.” You kick your feet up. “So you can leave now.”

He doesn’t care if you’re lying about not having anything else to do today. You could burn down the world if you wanted to but he needs to take a stupid shower. Again.

“You’re the fuckin’ worst.” He tries airing out his shirt, hoping that the smell would dissipate as soon as possible.

“Have fun on your date, sarge!” you encourage him as he stalks out of the lair. “Remember to wrap it befo-”

He turns it into a sprint before you can finish.

____

Six hours later and he’s absolutely convinced he fucked up.

He isn’t used to having his weekends free.

He realises that this is the first time in months that he’s actually stepped out of the Tower for something that wasn’t directly mission-related. He should probably get some air. Touch some grass. See the sun.

His shirt thankfully manages to rid itself of the odour from the dumb box so he didn’t have to go take a shower. With nothing much planned and a few hours to spare, he heads to the coffee shop instead.

It’s a small place, bustling and alive with a crowd of people. They have a little bookshelf that usually is full of books donated by patrons, free for anyone to read.

The barista smiles at him. The coffee costs more than his high school education. He awkwardly smiles back.

He’s not a regular, but they’ve seen him enough times to know that he usually asks for black coffee in a to-go cup, later adding a sugar or two according to his own taste. They're nice to him, occasionally throwing in a cookie or something on the house. He can't tell if it's because of the Avenger status or the sizeable tip he leaves.

He picks up a random book from the shelf, fully intending not to read it but to just sit there and think. The book acted as a shield for his resting bitch face, resting murder face and his resting rage face. More often than not, a good combination of the three.

He sets the coffee down at the corner table he manages to nab in a quick second, along with the two sachets of sugar.

“Is this seat taken?” Someone asks from beside him. He earnestly shakes his head in a ‘no’, gesturing for them to take it.

They give him a quick thanks and drag the chair away from his table.

He does a quick overlook of the book he picked up.

The Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot.

Well, now he’s too anxious to put it back. YA fiction it is.

He reaches for the sugar while glossing over the summary. He reaches a little further when it doesn’t come to his hand immediately, blindly running his fingers across the table.

Bucky peeks over the book, eyebrows knitting together when he notices that they’re missing.

He was sure he picked it up.

He looks underneath the table. It wasn’t there, neither under his seat. Strange, but okay. He picks up the book and the cup, walking back to the station to grab two sugars.

This time he makes sure to tuck it into his pocket, double-checking before going back to his table.

Which was now occupied. He wanted to groan.

His mind automatically reverts back to the box from that morning.

“Come on,” he scoffs quietly to himself. It was a coincidence. “Get yourself together.”

“A seat at the counter just cleared up,” the barista from earlier offers when she sees him standing in the middle of the store.

See? Good luck.

He shoots her a grateful look, venturing over to the barstool to take his place. It’s not the most comfortable, but then again, he wasn’t planning to stay there for very long.

He empties the sugar into the coffee, stirring slowly before opening a random page in the book.

He takes a long sip, ignoring how hot the drink was.

He chokes immediately. Because either he was losing his mind or his order had somehow got switched from ‘no sugar’ to ‘diabetes in a cup’.

He takes another small sip and his face immediately twists in disgust. Definitely too sweet. The sweetener he added only made it worse.

He catches the eye of the barista. She looks on in concern.

“Is everything okay?”

Fuck.

He’s not one to make a scene. He just wants to live as imperceptibly as he could.

“Yep.” The sweetness sticks to the back of his throat. “All good.”

He just closes his eyes and downs the rest of it without thinking twice, trying to hide the grimace in his face. He gives her a weak thumbs up. She doesn't look convinced.

He leaves the shop soon after, hands shoved in his pocket. Maybe he could go sit by the lake at Central Park, watch the clouds. It reminded Bucky of the lake in front of his hut in Wakanda and the hours he'd sit in front of it, feet dipped into the water as his goats fed. He misses it.

He makes a sharp turn at a corner, still thinking about his options when his ankle abruptly twists under him.

He stumbles rather ungracefully, almost hitting the ground, but manages to save himself through the newly built up immunity he has towards falling thanks to all his encounters with you.

His gaze lands on his hardcore combat boots. Their laces had come undone.

Now he just knew that was horseshit. He always double knots them; they had never loosened in the past before.

The box.

He shoves the thought out of his head, crouching down to tie them again. He tugs on them to make sure they’re secure before standing up again.

Central Park is a few blocks away but he’s glad he didn’t bring his bike. The weather was rather nice and the wind in his hair felt good.

He wanders around the park for a while, looking for the lake. He pauses at a board with a map of the park on it, assessing how far it was.

Once he's ascertained which path to go towards, he turns on his heel to go.

He fucking trips again.

“Are you serious?” he says furiously under his breath. “Cut it out.”

He’s half-convinced that he should tie it around his ankle like a sexy lace-up set of heels. He ties a triple knot this time, glares at it until he’s sure it’s fine and checks to see if anyone saw him humiliate himself.

Only a person on a nearby bench who looked like they were passed out drunk, given that their hoodie and sunglasses clad self was slumped over.

No witnesses. No 'You won't BELIEVE what the Winter Soldier did! Critics say it's his biggest blunder yet!' articles the next day on social media.

He manages to make it to the lake in one piece and no more falls, partly because he keeps his eyes fixed on his shoes to ensure no fuckery occurs.

There are a few people rowing and plenty of others lining the bank at scattered locations. There’s a mom and her kid at the place he ends up. She sends him a small smile in greeting and he returns the favour.

There’s a secluded bench that he takes a place on, letting out a small sigh. If he ignores the traffic and the skateboarders and the people in general, it’s actually kind of peaceful.

There are geese and their little goslings swimming around the water close to the shore. Maybe he should have brought some birdseed. Or kale.

The kid beside him is busy fashioning something out of leaves, only occasionally erupting into giggles when it doesn't pan out. His mom watches him fondly, pointing at twigs he could use. Everything seems kind of picture-perfect and his body automatically relaxes, easing further into the seat and closing his eyes for a second.

Until there's a large splash and loud distressed honking. He whips his head around to find the same kid staring straight ahead at the goose with a wide grin. His mother curses quietly, picking herself up off the ground and grabbing his hand, half chastising him for throwing something at an animal and half urging him to walk faster.

The goose turns to Bucky. With no one else to blame for the sudden attack, it logically launches itself at him. His smile drops.

He gets up in a rush. The dumb bird nearly comes for his head, but he deflects with his metal arm.

“I didn’t even do anything.” He swats at it swiftly, trying not to cause any real damage. The goose, understandably, does not speak English.

He flinches when one of them bites at his knee. He can punt it to the sun but he doesn’t want to.

“Stop that.” He sticks his hand out to shove the stupid thing away, retreating back to the road. “Jesus, why are you so aggressive?”

Among the barrage of feathers showering on him, he prays his damn shoelace doesn’t unravel as he shields his head with one arm, the other fending himself while he moves hurriedly away.

The goose honks angrily at him. He scowls at it, not exactly pleased with the reminder that these fucking overgrown ducks were constantly bloodthirsty.

It doesn’t leave him alone till he’s significantly away from where he was sitting. He wants to call it profanity but that’d probably piss it off more.

The box and its effects were definitely starting to feel real.

Fuck it, no more day out for him. The best plan he can think of is to just go to the diner he’s supposed to meet his date at.

The waiter greets him with a courteous nod, which Bucky can only imagine was the best he could muster when a dishevelled 200-pound man walks in covered in goose feathers and irritation.

He won't admit that he’s too scared to eat lunch at this point because he can’t rule out food poisoning. He spends the next two hours on his phone playing Fruit Ninja and plucking feathers that accented his all-black outfit.

Several glasses of water later and a second before he’s about to beat his high score, someone taps on his shoulder, breaking him out of his concentration.

Motherfu-

He clenches his eye shut, inhaling deeply before turning around.

“James?”

“Hey, yeah, that’s me.” Bucky almost falls over the table with how fast he stands up, clearly underestimating his size. “Leah?”

“Hi.” She smiles and he finds himself smiling nervously along with her.

“Hi.” He steps out to pull out her chair for her and she laughs. "Nice to meet you."

“How long have you been waiting here?” she asks while setting down her bag.

“Around ten minutes.” He clears his throat to hopefully hide the fact that he was lying through his teeth.

“Just give me a second, I need to tell my friend I reached,” Leah pulls out her phone and he nods.

“Another glass of water for you?” The waiter seems less enthusiastic about Bucky’s 8th refill.

“Yes,” he answers, hoping he doesn’t call him out on it, “please.”

“You must be really dehydrated."

Bucky turns to look at him slowly. “I like the taste.”

He can’t really blame the guy. Bucky’s been there for hours without ordering anything solid, just leaching off their free water and complimentary bread basket.

“So, James.” She tosses her phone back into her bag, leaning forward on her palms easily. “Tell me about yourself.”

He had rehearsed this a million times. He could do this.

“I, uh,-”

“Menu?” Okay, so someone clearly had a vendetta against him.

“Thank you.” She takes it with a smile.

His morning debacle with the coffee flashes through his mind. Suddenly the idea of a diner didn’t seem so smart.

However, she’s already placed her order and George is standing beside him expectantly, daring him to ask for another glass of water, so he places his usual order and hopes that your stupid bad luck thing wore off.

He quickly learns that his date is laid back, and it isn’t hard to fall into a rhythm with her even though she’s the one asking most of the questions.

“How’d you meet Nat?” Is his attempt at one.

“She used to come in for lunch every week at the place I work.” Leah leans back in her chair. “She can really handle her alcohol.”

He’d be worried about Nat day drinking if he didn’t know about her complete inability to get drunk. She might as well have been downing glasses of lemonade.

“Yeah, she’s-” Intimidating, scary, cool “-really something.”

“She mentioned that you like movies.”  He definitely spends a lot of time watching them. “You got any recommendations?”

It’s easier to figure out how different things are or how much he missed out over the years through them. He’s glad he sat out the early 2000s, judging by their fashion sense and hairstyles.

He's watched several movies over the past few months, a few of them critically acclaimed and others who were just there for the cult following.

But now everything goes blank and the only thing that he can remember are the biopics made about Steve that were somehow hilarious for gifting him the mental image of Freddie Prinze Jr. dressed in the stars and stripes, and highly distressing for the number of historical inaccuracies. Contrary to popular belief, Stevie did not, in fact, consider running for president after he took up the shield, nor did he start his own bar chain.

He can’t name Oh Captain, My Captain starring Channing Tatum as his favourite movie on his first date and hope to make a good first impression.

“Despicable Me was kinda fun.” He wants to kill himself. “I mean, it’s the last one I saw.”

Her face twists in mild disgust, but he can tell it isn't ill-intentioned. “It's a good movie, but God, that just gave me some intense flashbacks to my aunt’s Facebook page. Don’t think I can look at a minion ever again.”

He sniggers with her. He doesn’t know what the context is.

He’s a little awkward, and he can definitely tell he isn’t the most open book but she laughs at some of his attempts at jokes. There’s a distinct discomfort he has lingering at the back of his mind prodding at him, telling him over and over again that he isn’t ready for something like this. A warning bell, asking him to leave as soon as possible because he was in a dangerous situation.

He remembers what his therapist told him about breathing and remembering that the resources he had available were greater than his anxiety and he tries to get out of his head. It takes a few minutes of acting like he's fine but he manages to do it.

Other than the one time he scalds his tongue on the coffee but played it off with a pained smile, shoving down thoughts of your stupid invention, things actually went okay.

It was nice, even though they decided by the end that it was better if they both gelled together better as friends. It lifts the strange fear he feels and he can hear Dr. Mendoza say she's proud of him for taking this step before spending three hours psychoanalysing why they decided to stay platonic.

Bucky promises to visit her sushi shop with Nat soon and she says a bottle of sake awaits him for a drinking game. He doesn’t have the heart to tell her that Nat and he share the same tolerance for alcohol.

He makes sure to leave George a tip. A big one. It’s the first time he sees the guy smile the entire evening.

He’s waving goodbye to Leah outside and he thinks that maybe it was a good end to the day and that things actually turned out fine.

Until he turns around to leave, only to have someone walk straight into him with an iced tea.

The cold comes as a bit of a shock, making him jump slightly. He stares at his shirt, using his fingertips to pull it away from his body.

The person melts into a series of apologies immediately, offering to dry clean his shirt but Bucky just forces a shake of his head and says it’s okay even though he can feel the sugar making the shirt stick to his chest. Goose feathers and iced tea. Was there anything else that would like to attach itself to him?

His fists clench and his teeth grit and he has to physically control himself from sprinting to your lair because God knows what else is in store for him and he didn't want to add in any way.

The door to the lair is locked. Fuckin’ brilliant.

When no one answers after minutes worth of waiting, he fishes for his phone and realises that maybe two hours of Fruit Ninja was not the best idea, especially on a phone known for having shitty battery life.

There’s roughly 2 percent left. By the time he opens his app to give you a call, his phone screen goes black.

He groans. He’s desperate at this point and under any other normal circumstances, he would have never, ever considered doing this.

But ten minutes later he’s outside your apartment building. You’re aware that he has your address; no doubt that it was in the SHIELD file he had gotten, and he knows that you know but it was still weird.

The buzzer has your last name listed next to it. He’s sure that he’ll break it if he keeps pressing it at this rate but he really needs you to let him in.

“Who the fu-” your voice comes through the intercom.

“I’m sorry for showing up like this, my phone died and I couldn’t reach you,” He breathes out as soon as he hears you. “But I need you to fix this.”

When he doesn’t hear a reply, he wonders if the thing actually worked. He’s about to start pressing it again-

“Bucky?” You sound a little surprised to hear him. “You’re at my house. Why are you at my house?”

“I need you to fix whatever this is.”

“What are you- fine, I’m buzzing you in,” your voice, initially confused soon trails off into something more dismissive.

There’s a soft click from the door, allowing him to push it open. The elevator is already on the same floor as him so he just uses that.

The elevator goes up a floor or two. His feet tap restlessly against the carpeted floor.

The lights turn off and everything comes to a standstill. His foot stops tapping.

He should have known. He should have fucking known.

Thirty seconds pass. He’s still in pitch darkness with the elevator showing no signs of moving.

In fact, he’s resigned to his fate. He sits down on the ground, only one step away from completely laying down and hoping someone finds his body here someday.

It’s six minutes of plain silence. He might as well get comfortable if he’s going to get stuck here for the rest of his life. Did he change his will? Does he even have a will?

There’s finally a whir. He thinks that maybe he’s going to plummet to his doom as the perfect end to this day, but then the light switches on and it starts moving upward.

It stops at the floor with a ding. He doesn’t get off the ground, only eyes the door wearily. With his luck, it wouldn’t open.

But it does and within a second he’s on his feet, scrambling to get out before it changes its mind.

He remembers your door number, basically charging down the hall to get to it.

The door is white and the paint is starting to chip off it. The handle itself is dented in a few places and he wonders if it was your fault or someone else's.

His knocks are rapid, agitated even. He doesn’t stop until he hears your loud shouts telling him to cut it out.

“What the hell were you doing, trying to break down my door?” It swings open, revealing you in your pajamas. “Haven’t you done that already? And where were you, I’ve been waiting for like, ten minutes.”

He honestly feels bad for showing up uninvited and highly flustered. He can’t imagine it’s a pretty sight either. "This bad luck shit- fix it. My whole day’s been fucked up.”

“What are you-” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, taking in his appearance.

It takes you a second to realise what he’s talking about but when you do, your face settles.

“How was your date?” You lean against the door frame, arms crossed over your chest.

“Really,” He glowered at you, “that’s what you care about?”

“Yes.” You nod. “Did you have fun?”

He hesitates. “I guess?”

“Was she nice?”

“Yeah.” Where was this going.

“Good, I’m happy for you.” The smile on your face is genuine. “Look at you go, Casanova.”

“We agreed to be just friends, but that’s not the point here. Y/N,” he whines. “I have a mission next week, I can’t afford to fuck up. My whole day was off and I don’t want it to carry over.”

“Your whole day?” you questioned, standing up instead of leaning against the wall. “Buck-”

“Just fix it.”

“Okay.” You lift your hand up, extending it towards his face.

He waits for you to do something.

You flick him on the forehead.

“There,” you declare, going back to your previous position. “you’re cured.”

What.

He says exactly what he’s thinking.

You laugh. “Dude. I was fucking with you.”

Huh?

“Well, actually maybe just like, three things and then I got bored.”

He’s confused.

“You know,” you begin when he doesn’t reply, “taking the sugar packets, switching your coffee order when you were looking under the table, took your place when you left, the shoelaces.”

“The shoelaces?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “That’s the other ray gun you saw this morning. Unties your shoelaces. I stopped after that because I thought you figured it out.”

His face scrunches in puzzlement.

“I mean, you looked right at me and told me to cut it out.”

He racks his brain about what you could possibly be talking about before it hits him. The hungover person on the goddamn bench in the park.

“You were the one in the hoodie and sunglasses.”

“I just followed the Avengers’ code of disguise.” You shrug. “Turns out it kinda works. Also teleportation. So helpful.”

He forgot about the teleportation. That's why you could do all of it so fast without him noticing you were even there.

“What about the fucking geese?”

You pause for a second. “The geese?”

“And the elevator.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” The confusion on your face is apparent. “What geese and elevator? I have no idea what you’re saying right now.”

“Everything’s been a mess today,” he grumbles. “I don’t know what’s real or not.”

“I swear I had nothing to do with it other than what I mentioned.” There’s indignation on your features that quickly gives way to delight. “Holy shit, did I just accidentally invent portable bad luck?”

“Okay-” his palm finds its way to his forehead in exasperation, “-then what the hell was the smell?”

“What smell- oh, the one from the box?”

He nods briskly.

“Secretions Magnifique.” You snorted. “It’s a perfume. The worst rated one I could find.”

“Perfume?”

“With notes of milk, seaweed and sandalwood.”

“It wasn’t an inator?”

“No, it wasn- did you get vibe checked by a goose at the park?” You stifle a laugh when you notice a stray feather on his thigh.

“What does that even mean?” he asks in despair.

“I can see why it attacked you. You got bad juju.” You raise an eyebrow. “Maybe if you stop staring so much-”

“So I just have shit luck.” Is that a fucking relief or even worse?

“Well,” you begin but decide not to continue.

Even with all the irritability masking it, you could see that he genuinely was just not having a good time.

“Wait here a second.”

You leave him at the door. He shifts his balance and sighs, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. He still had to walk back to the Tower. Maybe he could grab a slice of pizza along the way since he skipped lunch.

“Okay, here.” You return with a large glass of water. He only looks at it. “It’s just water, I promise. You look like you ran a marathon."

He takes it from you sceptically, pushing away the urge to sniff at it. It’s gone within a few gulps.

You wait until he’s finished to point at his arm. He draws his eyebrows together, but you only curl your index finger and beckon for him to give you his hand.

He reluctantly extends it towards you.

“Don’t laugh,” you warn him, taking his metal arm. “This usually helps me.”

You tie a small bracelet around his wrist. It has a few beads, which he realises represent the colours of the solar system.

“Keep that for good luck.” You pat it gently after securing it. “I think you just had a bad day; those don’t last very long. Do you want to charge your phone before you leave?”

“Uh-” The bracelet’s pretty, the colours shine against the dark vibranium. “-no, I’m good. I’ll just leave.”

“Okay. Anything else I can help you with or will you be fine?”

He narrows his eyes. “You’re being suspiciously nice.”

“I’m not evil all the time.” You huff. “My hours are in the morning.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he says again. “I’m gonna go then.”

“See you next week.” You give him a little wave. “I’d say break a leg on your mission but knowing your situation...”

He scoffs. “Thanks.”

You make a move to close the door when starts walking down the hallway towards the exit.

He adjusts the beads slightly so he can see them better. The Earth one has glitter in it. He thinks it’s cute.

“Bucky.”

He turns around.

There’s a hint of a smile on your face.

“Take the stairs.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice.

Next part

[isimpoveryou]

hey, i loved your last cody fic! i was wondering if you could do another where they meet at the louis vuitton fashion week (or any other big event) and they hit it off. eventually getting into a relationship but they keep it a secret for like a year or two and it accidentally comes out to the public that they’re dating. fc; bella hadid or doja cat?

met gala

cody fern x reader

face claim: bella hadid

authors note: Can i just say how much i love this request. like you really put every thing in my head and made me write this while i was doing my school work. so im sorry if this is really short. also for reminder if you want me to do any of your request pls dont forget to add which face claim you want since some of you would forgot about it. im gonna stop here so enjoy todays update.

warning: english is my second language

tw: curse words lmaoo

request are open

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y/n_updates so some of you had been asking abt what dress did y/n wear. so y/n l/n was wearing black moschino gown for this year met gala. look how gorgeous she looks 🤩🤩

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codyfernupdates all of you had been dm-ing me abt cody's met gala outfit so cody was wearing maison margiela. ANYWAY- he rocks this look.

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