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[fuckyeahizzyhands]

[georgiapeach30513]

When I Hear Your Name

Summary:  You should have never left.  Things were perfect.

Pairings:  Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit, dark, explicit language, explicit sexual content, depictions of PTSD, kidnapping, somnophilia, non con/dub con, degradation, bondage, fingering, squirting, creampie, pussy plug, breeding kink, holding people captive, cheating, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.7K

Steve Rogers Masterlist

A/N:  My entry for @the-slumberparty Week 1 Challenge.  My random generator theme was ���Descent into Madness’ and the setting was ‘Military’.  

Steve Rogers was a lot of things; he was strong, charismatic, a natural leader, righteous, handsome, sweet, and stubborn.  He was different before he went off to war.  He was always about making you giggle.  Holding you tight when you got scared.  His sweet lips nipping at every inch of your skin.  His body had yours memorized.

Things were harder when he came back.  There was this odd quality about him.  He wasn’t mean, he was just…distant.  It was like he was living from afar.  Never completely present with you.  He didn’t talk to you.  Barely looked at you.  He was just there taking up space.

Once upon a time he showered you with gifts.  Even if you didn’t have much, Steve managed to get that diamond bracelet that you had eyed for years.  Surprised you with his own homemade bouquets of flowers.  It became a weekly thing to see these adorable, if not crudely put together, flowers.  He tried, and that’s all you cared about.  Even would hand deliver them.

His romance was gone, as was his will to enjoy life.  There was no passion behind his actions.  He was but a meat suit with little to no emotions.  No excitement, no love, no passion.  It was infuriating.  It was worse seeing Steve like that.  You couldn’t explain it.  Couldn’t make sense out of it.  And you felt yourself losing your joy everyday.  

You tried getting him the help he needed.  Tried to be there for him, but it wasn’t enough.  

“Moonbeam,” Bucky whispered in your ear as the two of you watched a blank Steve staring up at the ceiling, “you don’t deserve this.”

“But…I love him,” you look up at Bucky, and only then does Steve stir.  His eyes glaring straight at his best friend.  “He doesn’t deserve this either.  Bucky, what am I supposed to do?  He barely eats or sleeps.  Won’t go to therapy.  Won’t talk to me.  I want our life back.”

“Have you ever thought it wasn’t coming back?” Steve sits up in the bed, and you flinch, taking a step towards him.

Bringing your hand to his cheek, he sighs, leaning more into it.  This was proof he was still in there.  He always leaned into your touch.  You pet around his face, giving him a tearful smile when he looks up at you.  Opening his mouth, but no words came out.  It was heartbreaking to see this great man become a ghost of his former self.  No smiles were ever present on his beautiful face.  He was lost.

“Moonbeam,” Bucky says again when you turn to leave.  Steve’s feet bounced his legs around, but you couldn’t do it anymore.  It was eating away at your soul.  Your hope was nearly dwindled down to nothing.  

“Moonbeam?” Bucky races out to grab your arm, “Where are you going?”

“Back home, Buck.  I can’t,” you cry up at him, giving him a tight hug.  Blind to your boyfriend’s darkened eyes peering at the two of you.  “I tried.  He’s never coming back is he?”

“I don’t have an answer for that.”

“I hope he does.  I hope he finds himself.  But I can’t do this.  I can’t see him like this anymore,” giving him a kiss to his cheek, you leave everything behind.  You didn’t need a reminder of how happy your life was.  How many dreams you and Steve had made come true, and how many you were still waiting on.  You wiped your hands clean, and it was the hardest thing you had ever done.

“What did you do?” Steve screams as he races towards Bucky.  “She left me, and it’s all your fault!” He knocks Bucky onto the floor, crawling over him to slam his head into the floor over and over again.  “You did this!”

“You did this, Steve!  She wants you, and you won’t fix it!”

“I can’t.”

——

“You got another package,” the girl at the front desk snips, smacking her gum, feigning annoyance.  “You know the boss is mad about all these personal deliveries.”

“They’re not personal when I don’t know who’s sending them,” opening the box, you gasp at the forever roses that were supposed to keep for over a year, and one in the center was a pure gold rose.  

‘I’ll love you until the last rose dies,’ ugh, so cliche.  If this was for you, he didn’t know you at all.

“You have no idea who’s sending you these,” she smacks her gum right beside you, and you have to silently count to ten.

“Nope.  Not even dating.  Probably someone gave them the wrong place of work.  Throw it away,” you didn’t care about gifts anymore anyways.  You didn’t care about love or happily ever after.  You cared about peace, and yourself.  You vowed to never fall in love again.  And you wouldn’t

“Some man just spent hundreds of dollars and you think he doesn’t know who you are?”

“Nope.  Clearly a mistake.”

“Your name is on the address,” giving you an incredulous look.  She believed you were bullshitting her and everyone in this office.  “No man is going to go out of his way to do this, along with flowers every Friday, if he wasn’t sure it was you.”

“What?” You stop in your tracks, turning back to look at her.  “What did you say?”

“You get flowers sent to you every Friday,” she blows a giant bubble with her gum, and you march back to the box, grabbing it up.  “So you know who sent them?”

“Nope,” you lie.  It wouldn’t be Steve.  This was a cruel joke.  You hadn’t heard from Steve in a few years.  These weren’t hand delivered like Steve did it.  They had it all wrong.  

You go out the back door, and slam the box into the garbage.  Your chest heaves with frustration.  “God, I can’t get away from him.”

“Because you weren’t meant to,” before you can scream, someone’s thick hand has been placed around your mouth as he drags you into a van.  You try kicking and screaming.  Try for anyone to get your attention, but it was useless.  

“Any second now,” your assailant grunts as your vision goes blurry.  “There ya go,” he hums, watching your eyes flutter close.  “Sweet dreams, Moonbeam.”

——

Your eyes pop open quickly, as you blink your vision back into view.  Tugging at your arms above your head, and your feet, but you were not going anywhere.  Hands tied above your head, while your legs were spread eagle.  Taking a deep breath to keep from crying, you look around.  

“Welcome home, darling,” Steve says sweetly, walking into the bedroom with a glass of water.  “I worried that you weren’t going to wake up.  It had been too long.  Your pulse was still steady.  You must have needed that extra bit of sleep.”

“Steve, what are you doing?” Your voice was hoarse, like you had been screaming.  “Why am I naked?”

“Why are you asking questions?  You’re home, you should be happy.  Look, I’m talking to you again.  I tried sending you flowers, you didn’t thank me.  I had plans to hold you while we walked on the beach and talk for hours, but you didn’t call.  Had this big night planned for a romantic dinner, and then to take you dancing, but…yeah, you didn’t reach out to me.  So, I had to do what I had to do.  We’ve traded diamond bracelets for leather cuffs,” he gives the binds on your wrist a little tap.

“And they look so pretty on you.  Water?” You shake your head no, but he lowers a straw to you anyways.  “I suggest you drink some water.  You’re tired,” with his free hand he slaps at your core, chuckling when you yip.  

“What have you done?”

“You took too long to wake up.  I wanted what you promised was mine,” you cock up your eyebrow, needing him to go on, “You said that your pussy belonged to me.  So I took it.”

“You fucked me while I slept?” You growl up at him.  Disgusted that this was the man you had once loved.

“Yeah,” he answers easily.  “It’s my pussy.  It was just glistening with your juices.  If you weren’t turned on why were you so fucking wet?  Face it, Moonbeam, that cunt was made for me.  So I gave her what she wanted.  You needed a good hard fucking.  You were pitiful.  You still say my name in your sleep, too.  You know that?”

“Who was driving the van?”

“Hmm?” Steve smiles, looking down the expanse of your body.  Cupping your mound, moaning at the feeling of you, “Still wet.  You’re a slut for me, you know?” His hand slides up and down your split, and you try not to react, but damn if it didn’t feel good.  He knew your body.  Steve studied your body like he was being graded, this didn’t change.

“Who was driving the van?  There was someone else.  Was it Bucky?” You croak, letting a desperate mewl rise up out of your chest.  

“Why do you care so much about fucking Bucky?”

“I didn’t say anything about fucking Bucky.  I asked who was driving the fucking van,” Bucky was a sore subject for him.  His hand moves a bit faster.  A bit too hard on your sensitive nub.  “Steve,” you whine, anything had to be better than this.  “Steve, I wanna feel you.”

“No, you don’t.  You’re asking about Bucky.”

“No.  I…uh…I just wanted to know who was with you.  But…all I want right now is you.  I forgot what you felt like, and,” you bite at your lip as the pleasure starts to build up.  Getting a devilish smile from Steve.  He slows down his motions more, and you whimper out his name.  “Steve, I can’t remember.”

“I’ll make sure you remember.  I’ll make sure you feel me for a month.  You’ll take a step and be so sore that you’ll know my cock was buried so deep in your greedy little cunt.”

“Yes!  Yes, that’s…that’s exactly what I want.  Steve,” you breathlessly answer when he takes off his shirt.  Silver scars crisscross over his arm, and you can’t stop staring at the odd pattern of them.  

“Steve,” moaning out his name when he jerks his pants down.  His cock springing free, looking just as godlike as him.  Dripping of precum, and he crawls in between your legs.  Rubbing his tip through your arousal before slapping his cock over your clit.  “Steve!”

He continues playing with you, until strings of sticky arousal connect the two of you, and you jerk at your cuffs, needing to feel him.  “Yeah, you get forced to take whatever I give you,” he laughs as you try to bring your thighs together.  “Pathetic.  Trying to deny yourself an orgasm,” he tsks at you, changing to slapping you with his hand.

The sharpness was sending euphoria that you had never felt through every inch of your body.  Flowing through you like your blood.  Continuing until you were screaming out his name, and he crams two fingers into your tight channel.  Curling his fingers as he stabs into you.  There was no time to rest as he chases another high for you.

Your cunt was making the most vulgar squelching sounds that made his eyes roll into the back of his head.  The noise echoing through the rest of the house, and Steve hoped he heard.  “Just.  Let.  Go,” he demands, letting his calloused fingers hit over a sensitive spot in your core.  

“It’s…it’s….there she fucking is!” Steve screams as you squirt onto his chest.  Your juices being catapulted to your stomach, and still he didn’t stop.  “One more time.  Then I’ll give you what you need.  Go…on,” he pulls his hand out while you soak his thigh.

At lightning speed he had his cock driving into you.  Hips thrusting his fat cock in your warmth.  You were already speaking in tongues.  Head tilted back as you worshiped at the altar of Steven Grant Rogers.  My god, he was hitting every single spot that you had.  This wasn't sweet love making.  This was an urgent need to have you say his name like a prayer screaming off your lips.  A deep desire to destroy you, break you, so that you would never leave him again.

More arousal spews out from around his length as you clench down.  Your walls missed him.  And they were hugging him tightly.  So tight you start to see stars.  “Don’t you give out on me.  I missed your pretty eyes!  Missed the way you looked when you were taking my cock.  Look at you…right where you were made to be, taking my cock.  My little sexdoll.  It’s what you were designed for, huh?”

You give him a head nod, trying to catch your breath.  It was too much.  “I told you to drink your water.  Maybe next time you’ll listen.  Molded to my cock.  Gonna keep you in here so I can play with you whenever I want, Moonbeam.  I do miss the way you scratched down my back though. Just like you’re doing with your hands.”

It was true, you had your hands in a fist so tight, your nails had brought blood to your palms.  “Fuck,” Steve growls, railing into you harder.  “One day, when you don’t try to leave me, I’ll let you ride on top of me.  Okay?  Let that pretty little ass ride on my dick.”

“Steve!”

“Yeah, I know.  I know, you missed me just as much as your pussy.  I mean, my pussy.  She was always mine, wasn’t she?”

“Yes!  Yes!  Yes!” You scream out again as he drives into you hard.  Making your body jump up the bed.  You felt him in your throat, and you wanted more.  “Steve!”

“I know!  Right…there!” One more final thrust has you both coming hard.  Your creams mix together as Steve tries to catch his breath.  “Beautiful.  Now,” he groans, pulling out of you.  His hand shoves up against your ruined cunt and he reaches over to the bedside drawer, grabbing a plug that he shoves into your mouth.

“This is extra important,” he drags it down your body before removing his hand, and pushing it into your sex.  “There, that will keep that in there while I take care of something.  When you have my child, you’ll never want to leave.  We’ll become a family again.”

He kisses you hard on the lips before leaving you in a state of partially awake, and halfway asleep.  Walking down to the basement where he sees the chair, and two angry glowing eyes.  “See?  I told you she wanted me.  Now, I’m going to take your muzzle off and feed you.  When she stays freely, I’ll let you go.  Hey!” He shouts when Bucky snaps his teeth at him.

“Is that anyway to treat me?  I know you two had something going on.  This is to make sure you never think about fucking Moonbeam again.”

“It’s an expression.  I didn’t mean I wanted to fuck her.”

“Liar!” Steve shouts, clenching his fists together.  “She even said fucking Bucky.”

“I’ve never touched her!”

“Eh!” Steve holds up a glass of water with a straw, “Comply, soldier.  Quit fighting it.”

“You’ve gone fucking mad, Steve.  Let her help you.”

“I am,” Steve’s mouth turns up into a creepy smile as he puts the straw to Bucky’s mouth, “She’s going to give me babies.  I have my cum waiting in her snatch right now.  She’ll never leave.  And neither will you.  Not until you comply,” there was no use.  Bucky knew that Steve would keep him here until he gave him what he wanted.  It was over.

“Steve!” You scream from upstairs.  “Steve, please, don’t keep me here!  My parents have…they have…Steve!  I have somebody who needs me,” Steve slams the glass on the ground, knocking Bucky’s chair over.

“What was it that you didn’t do again?”

“I didn’t know, Steve!  I didn’t know!” Setting him back up right, Steve stomps up the stairs.  “Steve, let her go!  Steve!” Was the last thing Steve listened to before slamming the door closed, leaving Bucky to wonder, and Steve to brood, while you prayed you could get out of this.  Maybe.  At least this time you had a reason to fight, and a bigger reason to leave.  He could never break you.

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[pondjrwi]

Jay Ferin cosplay I did last summer and forgot to post. If you saw me post this on the wrong blog no you didn’t.

[buckets-and-trees]

The Ashes In My Wake

Characters/Pairings: the dark vigilante side of Matt Murdock x female!reader (past relationship) Word Count: 1.2k Summary: Corruption is a matter of time and circumstance, and those with power are most susceptible to it.

Content Warnings: NON-CON sexual situation, vaginal fingering, and I really do mean the dark vigilante side of Matt Murdock - the devil in daredevil

Additional Notes: Written for the week one @the-slumberparty game. The generator gave me POWER AND CORRUPTION for theme and MAFIA for setting. Reader is engaged to a mafia man. The title comes from Asronist's Lullabye by Hozier, the idea of an arsonist hitting with me when we look at the things that seem to burn down around/in the wake/because of Daredevil and the scene in 1.05 where he compares how he "sees" things to seeing fire.

Abundant amounts of pink and purple roses, hydrangeas, peonies, proteas, anemones, tiger lilies, and foxglove amongst luscious branches of eucalyptus. You buried your face again in the soft petals, inhaling deeply, then sat back straight in front of your mirror to admire them, a smile on your face.

As you put the lid back on your jar of night crème, you see the reflection of your drapes flit behind you, a soft spring breeze brushing through the room. You stand and readjust the tie of your short silk robe.

When you turn around, your heart races, surprised to see a man in red leather from head to toe – truly from head to toe with him wearing a type of horned helmet mask – leaning up against the frame of the window, as casually as if he’d been there for the last twenty minutes, though you know he hasn’t been.

You steel yourself, his infamy preceding him, and say, “I suppose I shouldn’t be that shocked to receive a visit from you, given who I’m in a relationship with.”

The man in front of you, for better and worse, a high body count in his wake if the rumors really are true, is on a mission to rid what he thinks is his city of any crime syndicates, and the man whose engagement ring adorns your finger is the son and heir to his father’s mafia enterprise.

“He has you in a diamond necklace.”

“What? Were you expecting leather cuffs?”

He smirks. “What’s the difference?”

“You seem to like leather.”

“I hear it makes me look good.”

“Clever,” you remark, a smirk on your lips as well. “So, you know he’s not here tonight.”

“I had to see for myself,” his tone darker.

“You’re clearly disappointed.” You narrow your eyes. “But why does the devil of Hell’s Kitchen have any expectations for me to disappoint at all?”

“Why are you doing this?”

You step slowly closer to him, cautious. “Tell me why I owe you any explanation.”

“You can do better.”

“Maybe I was tired of better. Maybe I decided I wanted easy. Besides, some of this is so much better.”

“You don’t believe that.”

You take the final step into his space, and tentatively reach out to touch his chin, just a shade of stubble where his helmet leaves the bottom of his face exposed. He stands up straight, closing in on you. He brings his hand up and traces his fingers along the diamond necklace and then your collar bone, and even though it’s been years, your body could never forget the feel of his hands on your skin.

“Damn you, Matt Murdock,” your voice is shaky. “Of course, you’re the vigilante.” You try to step away, but he grips your wrist and pulls you back hard against his chest. “No, he may be cruel and corrupt out there, but he treats me like a queen.”

While his one hand maintains a grip on your arm, the other hand is suddenly a soft caress over your cheek, a whisper down your neck, and a whimper falls from your lips as it drops to caress your breast.

Your head falls forward to rest on his shoulder. “Please don’t.”

But that’s the trouble with Matt Murdock: he never knows when to stop. You learned that in law school.

“You’re in the DA’s office, and you’re in his pocket.”

“You are far from innocent, Murdock,” you retort, trying to pull away again.

“You never called me Murdock.” He doesn’t let go, but turns and thrusts you up against the wall, pressing his hard body immediately into you, but only covering half your body with his. “But you’ll use my name again tonight,” he says, pushing your robe open and tearing away your panties. You try to push his hands away, but he pushes both your arms above your head, and pins your wrists there with one hand.

“No, Matt.” You won’t make yourself pathetic or beg, surely, he won’t cross this line.

But he does.

He wedges your legs apart and his fingers delve for your core, fingers that memorized every weakness, and your traitorous body remembers the feel of his touch there as well, too soon becoming slick for him as he starts circling your clit.

And he is in no hurry to end your torture – torture because this used to be your heaven, but now every sensation is hell. He’s trying to a punish you, but you don’t feel you’ve done anything wrong.

Your chest heaves against his, but he only pushes more of his weight into you. His finger moves from your clit into your slick folds, and he slips one finger into your vagina. “Still tight for me,” he whispers.

“Not for you.”

“We’ll see about that.”

He adds a second finger and begins thrusting with vigor now, on a mission to prove you wrong.

You can’t help the whimper. You hate this pleasure, and your frustration forces hot tears down your cheeks, but you bite your lip to try to control as much as you can.

He begins to curl his fingers inside your cunt, and you both know when he finds the spot that will make you shatter for him because your breath hitches and your hips buck. He smiles against your neck and nips there lightly. He won’t leave a mark, but he will play your body for everything he can.

His thumb aggressively circles your clit now as you begin to clench around his fingers, and he knows it will be only another moment under his relentless ministrations now. You know it, too, feeling the muscles and nerves tense in your body, pulsing from your core, until–

“There it is,” he murmurs, cheek to cheek, and then he abruptly pulls away, releasing your body, and you stumble forward. Your left arm reaches back to steady yourself against the wall, and your right arm quickly pulls your robe closed.

He’s already moving to slip through your open window.

“He’s never made me cry like that, Murdock,” you say, and now your words make him halt.

His head drops almost imperceptibly.

It’s not enough for true remorse.

“Just never come back.”

He does nod, and then he steps over the windowsill and out of this horrific moment.  

At least you knew the self-righteous Matt Murdock was never one to break his word.

You fiercely brush away the tears on your face and go to draw a bath. While the tub fills, you move back into your room and retrieve the scraps of fabric, then use the flame from one of your candles to burn the panties over the toilet and flush the ashes away.

You won’t tell your man what happened, but you do know when he comes home to your bed tonight, he’ll put you back together, worshipping you as his queen, murmuring praises across your skin and drawing true pleasure from you to erase the sins of the devil who had tried but failed to ruin you.

And when the time came, you would take your own vengeance.

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[soovermyself]

First pics from the con. I “cropped” the fans who may not want their faces all over the internet. Will update this post as more pics come along…

[whentherewerebicycles]

thanks everyone for weighing in on the romper… I still haven’t made up my mind but am going to try it with a belt and/or a cropped blazer to see if that fixes some of the issues I have with it. stay tuned lol. now I must humbly request your thoughts on these everlane pants. I bought them in two colors (black and a gorgeous dark rust red for fall).

[supplyside]

lift

[vaultlink]

With the Bocchi Recap movie coming to the US in 2 weeks I thought it'd be fun to put together an outfit for it... maybe a simple cosplay.

There's 2 Bocchi characters I've been thinking of doing cosplays for in the future specifically, but I'm waaaaaay too self conscious to be going around in a dress quite yet so Kikuri is off the table for now so I guess I'm going with Bocchi's pink tracksuit and skirt.

(Time to info dump about costume search suffering woooooo)

This week after work I've been staying out to go shopping, seeing if I can possibly get some things locally. I was able to find the prefect shoes almost instantly so I have the price of those stored on the back of my head for later.

I havn't seen any places that have tracksuits let alone pink ones with a stripe down the sleeve. Part of me expected this so I did do some looking online and was able to find that Adidas has some tracksuits that look close enough, 3 sticking out in particular.

What's been a real issue tho, but not for the reason I'd expected, is the skirt. Of the 5 places I've gone browsing threw 3 of them didn't have any skirts for some reason? The 2 that did only had incredibly short denim ones.

2 of them have the tall collar but the colors are either so vibrant that it's basically magenta or so light that it's hard to tell that it's pink (which I just realized doesn't even have a matching set of pants like the others?)

The last one has the closest shade but it's collar is so short, I just don't like it (I want to be able to hide my face in that big dumb jacket collar)

The positive is they're all in my size, I just need to pick which one to go with.

I've periodically been trying to look for stuff online too but I'm so fucking lost, idk what I'm doing! I have never gone shopping for outfits proper.

All I ever wear is blue jeans I replace every 4-5 years, merch tshirts I get online from the media I like, and this cute vest thing I just stumbled upon while looking for thermals 2 winters ago.

And when it comes to costumes I've only ever sewn medieval/fantasy style costumes, I've never tried to put together anything contemporary, I'm so lost.

I don't know how to find fem outfits, all i need is a long navy blue pleated skirt T-T

Honestly, it is just a simple pleated skirt so I could totally just get the materials and a pattern at the local sewing shop and sew it myself, I could even hide pockets in the pleating.

I just don't have the energy to do that right now, I don't even have a proper sewing table in my office. I'd be sewing with my machine on the floor and I just don't want to do that.

If anyone's got advice or wants to hype me up to drag my sewing machine out please help

[venusqueenoffaeries]

and for no reason other than "i was going through my cosplay tag earlier": these ancient cosplays i've done. left is a middle iteration of that link, march 2005. center is my four swords cosgroup, june 2009. right is the "dat ass" meme, september 2010.

[navybrat817]

Navy's Nonsense: 5/22 - 5/28

Another Monday! Here we go. Planned fic below will post this week! Anything else shared if there's time is extra. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog so you don't miss out on any new fics, updates, or polls. 💙

Unplanned nonsense posted 5/24: Epinephrine (Motocross!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Unplanned nonsense posted 5/26: Starving, Darling (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Planned nonsense poster 5/27 - Pros and Cons (Sugar Daddy!Andy Barber x Reader)

Did you miss last week's Nonsense? No worries! Check it out here. Love and thanks for reading. 💙

[kitnita]

jason robertson & kendall coyne schofield   —   center ice interview  (x)   —   02.05.23

[malicemismanager]

Ok ribbons have been cut and sealed, now I just need to buy the red and black ones and get more of most of the other colours (I kinda forgot I've used them for other stuff as well so I had less than I thought XD). And then when I post about the rest of the materials getting here (so in about 3 to 4 weeks, probably) I'm gonna need ya'll to do me a solid and remind me to not attempt to make all 100 of these damn chokers in one sitting.

We do not need a repeat of last time.

For fuck's sake, Malice.

[quillyfied]

DONT MIND ME JUST SCREAMING INCOHERENTLY AT WORK ABOUT OFMD S2

[remcocoa]

thinking about peloton fashion again. how are we feeling about the dsm kit?

[clannfearrunt]

i will say im extremely blessed that the only live on card I have managed to get my hands on through circumstances which I have no recollection of is my favorite guy's fursona. fuck yes navy dolphin I don't know HOW you got here but I'm so glad it's you

[distopea]

Heels clapping, Eve strolled to the precinct. Her high-waisted pencil skirt hugged the length of her legs and ended tantalisingly just beneath her knees. Tucked into it was a red blouse with white pearls adorning Eve's long neck. Heads turned as she paraded down the aisle between desks; a confused receptionist stared in awe after her swaying hips before he shook himself out of it and faced the family giving a teary report about a stolen puppy.

Eve made sure to have everyone's attention as she slammed her purse on Mads' desk, shaking the half-empty cup of coffee and ruffling some of his paperwork.

"I'm being woefully neglected," Eve stated with all the drama and flair of a woman on the verge of hysteria. She gestured angrily at the documents covering Mads' workspace, and the gold engagement ring glimmered prettily in the buzzing light of the office.

"We haven't married yet, and you already love your work more than me. What is a girl supposed to do at home all by herself? I cook for you. I clean your home. I iron your shirts, and when I'm done, I stare at the walls and wait for my beloved to come back to me," she cried, her bottom lip trembling with emotion.

Eve leaned closer and cradled Mads' cheek in a gentle, satin-gloved palm. She watched him with the adoration of a future wife as her hip edged towards Mads' desk. Eve took a seat sideways, urging Mads with her woe-filled gaze.

" . . . take the afternoon off, I'm begging you. The sun is out, and I cannot walk the park all on my lonesome. It kills me when I don't have your arm around me." Eve batted her lashes at Mads and then turned her puppy eyes at the chief of police, who had come to defuse the situation with a stern expression that melted as soon as he saw the crocodile tears in Eve's eyes.

"Sir, you have a wife. So you've been in love. I'm sure you understand~"

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He was still typing his new report on his machine when he heard a rather familiar clapping coming from heels in the corridor. At this instant, Mads understood that he was fucked. Spending numerous weeks with Nezumi had the magical effect of turning the police officer into a radar, as he had grown used to the young man’s walk, and all the hidden messages carried by its pace and its intensity. If Nezumi had decided to walk all the way to the precinct, then there was potentially a big danger. He felt his heart sinking right into his chest when eventually, a feminine handbag was slapped right onto his desk. 

“N… Eve! Shit!” With his violent purse aggression, Nezumi had managed to knock down the remains of a cold and forgotten cup of coffee, spreading its brown liquid all over Mads’ freshly typed documents. He couldn’t help but flash a glance of anger towards him, a few whispers already blooming behind his back. Truly, Nezumi was the perfect actor when it came to displaying a housewife's despair. He had no choice but to get along with it; he was pissed off because of his ruined work, but at the same time, he had to recognize that it was a perfect cover for their little game here. 

“Eve, please, calm down.” He eventually said with a softer tone, as he didn’t know if Nezumi was truly acting right now. There was a certain seizing sincerity in the tone of his voice, and Mads felt utterly sensitive to the tears appearing at the corners of his beautiful gray eyes. Despite the banter in his colleagues’ mouths, Mads felt the urge and necessity to protect Nezumi from his sorrow. He skirted his desk and gently patted his shoulder. It was hard for him to act, because he could see Nezumi through Eve, and he wasn’t sure that his emotions could be hidden in such a moment of surprise; he was caught off guard. And his own decency would push him from displaying too much affection. 

“There’s no need to act this way. I have been busy with work, but I’ve never wished to neglect you.” He came closer, perhaps to whisper instead of talking, many ears now listening to their conversation. Mads looked around and grabbed the first tissue box he found on his desk, shoving a few inside Nezumi’s hands, while he gently pressed his own on the top of his fingers. It was enough to crave physical contact, as Eve - his wife, his husband - gently caressed his cheek. 

For Mads, there was no game there. He couldn’t act at all, unable to hide his emotions, nor the devotion crumbling through his gestures. 

Before he could answer, Nezumi was already breaking contact to fly to the police chief, the man quite disturbed by the sudden aim. A part of Mads was amused, relieved that he wasn’t the target of Nezumi’s anymore. He inhaled lengthily, one of his colleagues finally stepping closer to pat his shoulders. “Ah, women… This one seems pretty smitten, you cold stone. You truly worked your magic, lucky bastard! Though, you should take her out for a walk before she starts getting crazy. They all end up crazy anyway, so buy yourself some peace. A new purse will calm her nerves.” He mimicked a gesture with his hand to illustrate some lunatic attitudes, before Mads offered a polite smile. He hated the way men perceived women in this world, but surely, he didn’t wish Nezumi to ever go mad because of him.

“Eve, darling.” He called Nezumi, as he eventually decided to free his chief from his everlasting assault. He rolled his fingers around his waist and pulled him closer, giving him a glance of approval before talking again. “Chief, I’m sorry, my fiancée needs my assistance this afternoon. I’ll take the rest of the day off.” He said before he dragged Nezumi out of the room, so this whole comedy would stop. Mads sighed while they walked out of the precinct, yet, his fingers had never left Nezumi’s waist.