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winterarmyy · 1 year ago

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Thin Walls, Thin Lines

What will happen if a fuckboy falls in love with a hopeless romantic?

Summary: Modern society surely had corrupted the mind of the hundred-something year old man, Bucky Barnes, when he seemed to have forgotten the art of courting a lady. Lost in lust and pleasure, he had been indulging with endless array of different girls on his bed almost every night. And the opposite side of that thin walls of his room, lives a hopeless romantic who he was madly in love with.

Navigation: Original Version || Deleted Scene* (alt. ending)

Pairing: fuckboy!bucky x female!reader

Words: 4.9k++

Warnings: avenger au, explicit language/contents, angst, lil bit of drama, fluff, please bare with the fuckery of bucky barnes, reader is sensitive yet quite fiesty too. i can't backup steve on this one, he is on his own.

A/N: As you can see from the navigation bar, we have two different endings for this fic, because I am greedy and indecisive. The original version ended with fluff and the deleted scene (alternate ending) ended with absolute filth of a smut. So... enjoy! 💕

P/S: And this is also my submission for @jessybarnes 's writing challenge. I have chosen "Kiss me again" from the prompt list and I hope you like the way I used it in this fic!

Read my other works here: Masterlist

Y/N has always been a hopeless romantic. She dreams of a love like the ones she read in books. She craved someone who loves her so deeply that she could never find peace in anyone else but him. She wanted all the love songs and poetry to be reminders of him; his beauty, his charms.

Fresh flowers, stargazing, coffee dates, kisses that tastes of cotton candy, warm cuddles, and every little things in between; she longed for it all. She dreams of a love that is so consuming until all that's left in that small bubble of infatuation is their entangled soul mending each other to the bone.

That's what makes her a hopeless romantic.

And very much the opposite of her was Bucky. He is an infuriating flirt. There's not a day goes by that he doesn't call her with sickeningly sweet nicknames; doll, gorgeous, princess, darling, you name it. He will definitely drop some suggestive lines at any given chance and most of the time when she least expected.

He can charm anyone just by his presence, and if you're lucky enough to get one of his infamous smile; then you best believe that you won't be going home alone that night, or able to walk proper the next morning. He is the typical playboy you know and hate; very often she'll see different girl in his arms or on his bed. And that man seemed to not know when to stop. Sometimes, she do wonder if he ever got tired of sex. Because she knows for certain that he can go on and on for hours, daily.

"Fuck,, that's it. Spread your legs for me. Yeah, 'atta girl."

Speaking of the devil.

This has been recurring for months now. It seems like the man never sleep because his voice would always wake her up. She couldn't decide what was worse; between being forced to hear the sounds of the skin slapping, the bed creaking, him groaning and her squealing or being a super light sleeper that even a whisper in her room would jolt her awake.

Y/N let out an annoyed grunt when she swoop her head under the pillow, hoping to silenced the noises even just a little bit. Surprise; it didn't help at all. Her body cringed and her face contorted into a squint when she hear the other woman announcing her release as the headboard hits the wall a little harder, a little faster.

Bucky Barnes sure is a fuckboy but unfortunately for her, he is also the man she fell in love with.

She refused to show it, but lord knows how much her heart simply swell to the sight of his smile. Despite the flirtatious tendencies of his, there was something about him that attracted her like a magnet; or like a moth to a flame.

Maybe it was his old soul, or maybe because she saw glimpses of timeless charm in him; the way he moves, the way he gazes, and the way treated her. Nevertheless, it was such a devastating thing for someone like her to fall for someone like him.

The last thing she wanted in a man, is to look at her like she was just a good fuck and nothing more. She just couldn't imagine herself to be tied with someone like that. And Bucky was exactly that someone.

Y/N haven't been able to get more than 2 hours of sleep for months now. The lack of it had caused her to drastically lose physical strength and lately fatigue has been a constant presence as well.

So she decided to go the medbay to consult Dr. Cho about it. After running some tests, she sat her down for some Camomile tea as she went through the results, "It seemed like the severe lack of sleep had took a really heavy toll on you."

Y/N sighed as she place the tea cup on the back on the table, "Yes, I am well aware of that. That is precisely why I am here."

"Nightmares?" Dr. Cho speculated.

If the definition of nightmare is 'the moans of the man, that she had a crush on, fucking someone else next door' then, yes. She was having long and nearly endless nightmares for months now.

"Something like that." She lied.

"Then, I have some medication that I can prescribe to you. You should take it daily after dinner and..." Before Dr. Cho managed to finish her instructions, Y/N quickly asked, "Is it possible to fix me without meds?"

Dr. Cho frowned curiously, "Why wouldn't take meds? That's the quickest way to help for your situation, as far as I know." she asked.

This was not her first rodeo; she had troubles sleeping back when she was merely teenager. And the last time tried using meds, she ended up almost overdosed herself from it, "It's just... I prefer not to." she evaded.

Dr. Cho nodded understandingly before clarifying the current situation, "Well then, I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do for you. Though some research suggested that meditation routine before sleep can help. Or putting up some natural ambience like the sound of rain or waves--"

Y/N wasn't really listening after the first sentence. Because all she could thought of was how much longer she can bare with this and what will it take for her to finally snap.

Y/N was dying. At least it felt like it.

With her deprivation of sleep and the intense combat training she had to go through today, her patience was reaching it's limit. After visiting the medbay 2 weeks ago, she had tried to approach Bucky about it but he always took it lightly.

There was series of insincere apology followed by a cheeky promise to 'keep the tone down' for her. But nothing changed. She asked him again and again; days gone by he didn't live up to the end of his bargain.

For those past week, Y/N had resorted to sleep in the living room for most of the nights. How she dreaded to leave her comfy bed but she could no longer tolerate the sounds coming from the other side on the wall. Though she still jolted awake from time to time due to how uncomfortable it was sleeping on a couch, but at least she got more than 2 hours of sleep if she was to compare to the nights she slept in her own room.

It's not she didn't notice it at all; she knew exactly how and why it happened. The habit of microsleeping that she developed during the course of this training. The slowed reaction time, the lack of energy, she can feel it. But, there was nothing she can do about it.

The only cure for this was to get some rest. A proper rest. And that can't happened, not without Bucky's cooperation.

When Y/N was marching towards the sargent who was sitting way across the gym; she could see how his eyes undress every piece of her clothing, how his tongue rolled out and his teeth sunk into his lips.

She wasn't even wearing anything remotely provocative but here he was lusting over the way her hips sway especially when he was the one she's walking towards.

The moment she stood in front of him, his mouth lifted into a smirk, "Yes, princess. How may I be of your service?" His voice was sultry and the way he towers over made her slightly nervous for no reason.

Her heart fluttered, yet her lips refused to form a smile, "Don't call me princess."

"I apologize, my queen." Bucky gave her a cheeky smile.

Y/N didn't want to drag this any longer than she should, so she quicky jump into it and said, "So you know how I’m like-"

"-absolutely embarrassingly in love with me? Yes, I'm familiar go on." Bucky cuts in. If panic ever rose in her chest, then she was doing an incredible job of hiding it, "Can you just shut up for a second and take me seriously?"

His eyes glint with flirtaous mischief when he replied, "Doll, you know the fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me."

Y/N simply sighed before she began to rant, "I really don't have the mood for this banter with you, Barnes. I just want you tone down your nightly routine. It is because of you I've been having trouble sleeping and--"

He quickly stopped her before she nags even more than she already did, "Okay, okay I get it. We've been through this, doll." Bucky's face lit up when he suggested, "How about I help you sleep, hmm? I may know a thing or two about tiring someone out." There was surely something unholy in those steel blue eyes of his.

And Y/N picked it up rather quick, but considering the amount of times he had insinuate something more than just a friendly banter, then of course she knew exactly what he was suggesting, so she simply replied, "No offense, Barnes. But, I don't do one night stand or no strings attached thing. And with a manwhore like you? No, thank you." sassy was her answer.

Bucky's head tilted back as he laughed, then when he spoke his voice was like a devil luring an angel to sin, "Oh babydoll, if I were to be a whore, it'll only be for you." He stepped closer so that only she can hear his confession.

His masculine scent hits her nose, mixture of the citrus cologne and his natural odour was just perfect. Annoyingly alluring; but perfect. And it took all her will to hold it together and blatantly rejects him, "Still not interested."

Bucky groaned in protest, "Come on, princess. You can't keep dreaming for some prince charming to court you, do you? You know that's probably never going to happen right?"

Surely he meant only to tease her; that it was less likely that an actual prince to romance her. Not that she did not deserve the world; she does. And Bucky was more than will to burn it to the ground if that's what she wanted.

But, Y/N didn't see it that way. She thought that Bucky meant that she is not worthy enough for a decent man to court her with respect and chilvary; that she was just a toy fit for fucking and nothing more. And the fact that her "insomia" had affected her usually high patience and reduced it to almost paper thin, it was only fair for her to finally snap.

She can tolerate his endless flirtation but she can't simple turn a blind eye for his insult.

Bucky was caught by surprise why Y/N harshly grabbed him by the collar, pushing him back and nearly stumbled; her eyes was pure fire when she growled, "Don't you dare mock the way I value relationship, Barnes." Her nose flared with anger and the commotion has attracted some prying eyes towards the two.

"Just because you enjoy fucking anything that breathes, that doesn't mean that everyone else does." She seethed, "The only cock that will be wrecking my pussy would belong to someone I love and if you have a problem with that, you can fuck right off." She forcefully pushed him until his ass landed on the bench behind him.

Her feet stomped all throughout her exit out of the gym, leaving Bucky in a blinking confusion.

He knew it was wrong.

It felt good. It felt right.

But, it was so fucking wrong.

To keep moaning Y/N's name when he railed those strangers to heaven; when he came so hard into the thin layer of condom. And it was always a soft and slow type of whimper, right in those girls' ears. So intimate, so careful not to let his secret out; knowing how thin the walls between him and the love of his life.

But, he certainly didn't care about the girl he was fucking. If it wasn't for his heavy body pinning her from behind, she would've elbowed him right in the guts for moaning another woman's name. Unfortunately for him, she quickly ditched and see herself out after the first round.

Now, he laid there; naked and bare. Thinking of how he simply couldn't help it. How could he not think of Y/N all the times? Not when he was deeply, helplessly in love with her. But, he knew she wouldn't bat an eye at him now that he had the reputation of a "fuckboy", as the young ones describes it. She especially made it clear today at the gym. She's never going to give him a chance now.

Not when she's a hopeless romantic. And the fact that he too was once the same was just aggravating to him. He was such a gentleman decades ago; before Hydra, before the war, when he was but a young man living Brooklyn.

His Ma had really shaped him into the perfect gentleman; every parents in the neighbourhood wanted him as their son-in-law. They claimed he would make the perfect husband for their daughters. But, things are different now. And he knew that the man he was before was long forgotten.

It was just curiosity at first; about how sex works in the 21st century. However, Bucky quickly fall into the promises of lust and pleasure; changing girls like changing clothes. He let himself dosed in ecstasy, as if it was a drug to silenced the dark and haunting memories of his past, like it was a quick escape from reality, from the Winter Soldier.

Then, Y/N happened.

Bucky never saw it coming; but, he fell. Hard.

They were colleague for years and had been a good friend he can rely on besides Steve. She was so sweet and pretty. Probably the most gorgeous woman he ever laid his eyes on, in the hundred something year old life of his. Most importantly, she was kind and patient and strong and fierce yet so unforgivingly selfless.

But that didn't matter now, does it? Especially when she despise him. And it was all because of the unholy title he held.

At first Bucky didn't notice it, but now that he stepped closer into the living room, he heard it again. The rustling fabric, the quiet whimper coming from the sofa. His steps were as careful as a wolf on a hunt, stalking a hiding prey in between the trees.

If Bucky were to guess what he would find on a late night trip to the kitchen, he would've probably said 'ice cream' and not 'Y/N sleeping in the living room'. His eyes briefly raked her sleeping figure, curling uncomfortably into the pastel purple blanket. Then at the scattered pillows on the floor around her.

Why was she sleeping in the living room?

Another whine passed her lips and his attention was locked on her frowning face; it seemed like she was having a bad dream. Bucky carefully crouch next to her, and ravel in her beauty. Such delicate features, long lashes, pretty freckles across her nose, and those soft looking lips; he would kill just to taste her them, to sink his teeth in between them.

It worried him though; to see her sleeping here. She was clearly uncomfortable, it was a mystery that she managed to even fall asleep in the first place. Bucky suspected she simply passed out due to today's training. It was particularly hard, even for him. Let alone a normal human being like Y/N.

Not to mention the fight that they had.

Then, it clicked. The complains about how she had trouble sleeping. It wasn't just to make fun of him or tease him in any way. It was a plead. She needed to be heard and he completely blew her off with jest and jokes.

"Was it because of... me?" Bucky thought to himself. It all made sense now, "Shit." A curse rang in his mind when he bit the insides of his cheek. He was mad at himself. How could he be so insensitive? And he claimed to love her? Please. What an absolute piece of shit he was.

When Y/N began to toss and turn, her blanket fell from her body. Even in her sleep, the cold managed to catch her. She instinctively curled towards herself, seeking warmth but was no avail.

She look so small and Bucky felt a surge of need to cuddle her close, keeping her safe, keeping her warm in his arms. But if he does that, he'd probably get kicked in the nuts. So instead, he picked up the fallen blanket lay it back across her whole body; carefully not to disturb her sleep.

Bucky smiled softly when she snuggled into the fabric and before he walked away, he swore to stop this corrupting habit of his and apologize for being such a douchebag to her. And if he's lucky, maybe he could even properly court her.

But for now, he just needed to go through tommorrow's mission. So does everyone one else in the team.

"Do you realized what you have done?" Not matter how hard he tried to hold it back, everyone in the Quinjet can see how Steve was seething.

Y/N's lost of sleep had took a toll on her more than she realized now that it had affected her performance in mission. She tried to ignore the way she was basically seeing Steve's feet multiply by the second, and continued to look down in shame, "I'm sorry, Captain."

"Don't apologize to me. Nat's the one who got shot because of you!" He yelled as he pointed at the red haired woman at the side of the plane.

No matter how much she wanted to blame Bucky on this; how he literally robbed her from fulfilling her human needs to rest at night, but she just couldn't. It was her fault that Natasha got hurt. If she was more alert, she would've seen the enemy standing right in front of her. If she was awake enough, then Natasha wouldn't get hurt.

Tears threatened to form when she looked over at her dear friend, bleeding at the side, "I'm so sorry, Nat. I really am. I didn't know what came to me and I--"

"Oh please, I'd take a bullet for you any day of the week, honey." Natasha swiftly cuts into her apology, in attempt to diffuse the heated situation.

But, Steve totally disagree with her, "Don't make this 'okay', Nat. You almost died because for her carelessness. Being inadequate shouldn't be okay for any agent to do. It is extremely reckless and downright stupid."

There was a sound of a distant gasp from the pilot pit, "Language!" Tony was clearly trying to lighten up the mood but it failed rather miserably when no one reacted.

Steve had every right to be mad, especially when his girlfriend was injured because of this, but oh does it hurt to hear his stabbing words. It hurts more when it comes from the Captain America himself.

God, she was extremely tired.

Physically, mentally and that's what happens when a person is lack of sleep. Then when she thought about all her hardwork and struggles to train amongst the superhero themselves, she couldn't help but to crack; and the tears that was building up in her eyes finally fell.

When Steve saw it, he lost it completely, "Oh, you're gonna cry now? WOW. Real mature, y/n. You can't disappoint me more can you?" At that point, he was being a little too mean for anyone's liking.

Especially Bucky.

So Bucky slowly pulled Y/N back, and shielded her body behind his as he went on face to face with his bestfriend, "That's enough, Steve." He warned but Steve doesn't seem to get the idea, "No, Buck. Do you see--"

Bucky took one step closer, his menacing glare went right through Steve's soul, "I said... that's enough." He repeated his words. This time the message went through.

Steve gulped and cleared his throat as he waved a dismissing hand, "I expect a full report and a letter of apology from you when we get back, y/n." He ended his sentence with his back turned and then walked away towards his girl.

When Bucky turned around to face Y/N, she was but a crying mess. Tears kept streaming down and her lips quivered in so much sadness. Now, that she was in the light, Bucky could see the darker shades on the bag of her eyes.

This was his fault. If he just stopped goofing around and listen to what she had to say yesterday, she wouldn't need to go through this, "Oh sweetheart..." though he meant to call her in his mind, it might just slipped through his lips.

Y/N glared up at him, "This was none of your concern, Barnes." She spat.

He shrugged, "Well, lucky for you, I don't care whose it is. What I know is I care about you. Now, let's get that wound patch up." Bucky simply said, and that was when she realized that her ribs were slashed open, bleeding and torn. Maybe it was not too deep, that was why she didn't notice it.

But it is an injury nonetheless, and it was a surprise to her that Bucky noticed it. "I don't want your help." She frowned yet continued to sniffle.

"Yeah, but you need it." He replied as he carefully tucked the loose strand of her hair behind her ears.

Unable to think of any comebacks, she let her fatigue win over. Her lips shut tightly and her chest shuddered for breaths. And when Bucky took her hand in his and lead the way, her body instantly responded by gripping him tight.

Bucky's heart soared at the touch of her small hand in his, while fire was burning in hers.

She hates him. She hates how caring he can be. She hates how soft he was when handling her. And she hates how easy it was for him to make her fall for him even more.

Y/N's body quickly went on auto pilot; she let him undress the blood soaking top and patch her wounds. And Bucky let her cry her heart out on his shoulder all the way back home to New York.

That night when everyone had settled back to their own rooms, Y/N was prepping to sleep outside again. It was like a schedule for Bucky to always fuck whatever his frustrations out when they finished a mission.

And she doesn't want to hear any of it. Not tonight.

Thankfully, her wounds were mostly healed thanks to Dr. Cho and her ingenious of a machine, Cradle. That thing fixed the teared tissue right up with its regenerative functions.

Now, Y/N just needs to endure the bruises but those are bearable. What she couldn't bear is the lack of energy and goodnight's sleep. She wished to just pass out for days and not wake up even if a prince came to kiss her to wake.

And she knew that sleeping in her room won't give her that.

Y/N piled her pillows and blanket on top of another before scanning the room one last time to make sure she didn't leave anything behind. Because she was not planning to step foot in her room until dawn comes, hoping the sounds from the other side of the room died down by then.

When she was walking pass Bucky's, she noticed how awfully quiet his room was, but she didn't think about it too much. She waited for the elevator to open its door only to reveal the man himself, "Barnes."

He eyed how Y/N's figure almost hidden behind the piles of pillow in her hold. He stepped out as he asked, "Where do you think you're going?" Bucky knew exactly where but he was not having any of that.

It was weird to her that she didn't see any sign or Bucky's hook-up in his arms, but she bet that there will be one after she's gone downstairs, "Away from you, that's for sure." She said, taking a step into the elevator but instantly stopped the moment Bucky blocked her path.

Bucky lips flatten against each other; he didn't say anything, he only frowned down at her then simply grabbed her wrist and dragged her back to her room.

Utterly confused, "What are you doing? Hey, let go of me." She twisted her wrist in his hold, while trying to balance the pillows from falling. A useless trial it was; because who could even escape that metal grip of his.

Bucky quickly respond, "No. You're not sleeping on that shitty sofa tonight." He stopped in the middle of the corridor and turned to her, "You're injured, y/n. You need on a proper rest on a proper bed." He coaxed.

How did he know that she had been sleeping on the coach? She thought before saying out loud, "I'm fine, Barnes. It's not even that deep of a wound, the Cradle fixed it clean. So, can you just... let go of my hand?" She sighed.

But Bucky refused to even spare her a glance, he silently tug her and stomp his way towards her room. There waa retaliation on her side, but his lack of response had lead Y/N to her defeat. She begrudgingly followed his long strides until she they stood by her bed.

He snatched each of the pillows and blankets off her hands, while Y/N simply blinked speechlessly as she watched Bucky started set up her bed like he had been doing it everyday.

Weirdly, at times like this, she found him extremely lovely. There was no corny and flirty comment about her, or his annoying habit of teasing every little thing she does.

There was just a comfortable silence and a kind gesture; the type that pulled the red strings of her heart just enough to make her want to dream of him.

Fucking hell, she can't believe that he managed to do that again! Making her fall for his antics. He really needs to stop doing that, it's simply rude.

Y/N broke from her love struck trance when she felt his cold metal laced around her hand again, he pulled her closer, "Now hop on, bunny. You need to rest." He lead her under the blanket and she grumbled curses under her breath, something about he need stop calling her weird nicknames like that.

When she was well tucked in and comfortable, Bucky sat at the edge of the bed by her side and spoke, "I'm sorry. For not trying to listen to you at the gym yesterday. I was a jerk."

His apology was so sincere that Y/N caught herself in a shock. Who is this man? What has he done to Bucky Barnes?

His eyes lingered to the wall behind her bed as if he was trying to find the right words to address it, "About the noises..." he trailed, "...it'll stop from now on."

Oh. Nevermind. She liked this Bucky. She wants to keep him forever, "Really? You mean it?" There weren't any effort put to hide her excitement when her voice nearly squeaked.

Bucky chuckled amusingly at her reaction, "Really, doll. But, you gotta promise not to sleep on the couch again."

Sparks of joy filled her chest when he confirmed his decision. Sure, it was such a small favour to do to anyone. But, she appreciate his efforts to make amends. "Hmm, I promise." She hummed happily, blinking slow as the comfort of her bed lured her into a drowsy state.

"Thanks, Bucky." Her mentioned his name.

Thank god for the super sensitive hearing ability, cause Bucky surely love the sound of her voice whispering his name so softly, "For apologizing or for tucking you to sleep?" He jest.

It only made her eyes rolled to the side and a smile spread across her face, "Both." she said. "And for what you did on the jet."

Bucky simply shrugged as if it was a normal thing to do. But, it wasn't. It was rare for him to challenge Steve like he did. And he did it for her, "Really, I owe you one." She said assuringly.

A playful smirk pulled on Bucky's lips when he spoke "Doll, you shouldn't be saying that so carelessly. Who knows I might use it for despicable things." Surely, he love to be the cause to bloom those red shades on her cheeks.

But it didn't happened when she asked quietly, "Will you?"

And the silence that came after was heavy with tenderness while their eyes spoke the truth to one another. As the thin lines in between got blurry, for once, there was just streams of genuine feelings pouring out of them, leaking through and contaminating the air with its magic.

Would he? Take advantage of her?

How could he though? He loved her too much to even think of purposely hurting her. "No." Bucky replied as he leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on her forehead, "Sleep well, princess." He mumbled against her skin.

And he pulled back, he grinned a cheeky smile. There it was; the pink blush on her face, wide surprise of her eyes and her slightly parted lips. She looked so adorable. He swore couldn't get enough of it.

"Kiss me again..." she nearly growled, but her blushing on her face didn't indicate anger, "...and I will choke you in your sleep." Though it was an attempt to threaten but typical of Bucky to just love to turn things around, "Hmm, is that an invitation, princess?" He purred and stole another kiss; this time, on her cheek. "Then, I will be looking forward to it." He whispered as quickly as he removed himself from the scene.

When he found his own bed, he couldn't help but to laugh at the muffled scream coming from the opposite side of the thin walls, "James. Fucking. Barnes!!!"

End.

Alternate ending (smut edition): Deleted Scene >>

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A/N: I hope you drop some thoughts behind before going to the deleted scene. Which I know you will. See you on the other side 👀

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ghoulfuckersincorporated · 5 months ago

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You've been quietly seeing Cooper for months now. Avoiding the public eye while he's still in the midst of settling a long, drawn-out divorce. He's been exploring new things with you. You're a little on the demure side but willing to try most things when it comes to what Cooper Howard wants. Being in similar networks, one night, you both go to the same party separately. You get a bit drunk and wonder off from everyone else, with Coop following. Sexual exploitation, cnc, degradation? Soooft Cooper after. Idk just a thought. 👀

Duplicity (Part I)

Pairing: Prewar!Cooper Howard x Female Reader

Word Count: 11,275

Warnings: smut (18+), DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, Possessive!Prewar!Cooper, jealousy, dubious consent, infidelity (physical and emotional), decomposing marriages, acrimonious divorce proceedings, alcohol use, choking, biting, degradation, mild exhibitionism, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, soft ending.

Notes: I am such a sucker for darker portrayals of Prewar!Cooper so this took root right inside my brain, like, instantly. I think there's a lot more of The Ghoul already inside that man than many people talk about.

Thanks for the submission! I fell in love with this prompt and I will absolutely be continuing it; honestly, I think this version of Coop has so much potential and this framing is great fodder for freaky Prewar! antics. There's so much this man wants to try with (on) you.

This is more 'dubcon' than 'CNC', but there's always future installments. If y'all have ideas you'd like to throw on the pile for it, the askbox is always open! The length of this absolutely got away from me and I sincerely apologize for that. I am so bad at estimating how long my fics are gonna end up (I had originally guessed this would be around 8,500). Thanks for your patience and please enjoy!

"Oh, come on, you're gonna tell me you're not at all excited about this?"

Your coworkers words were more grating than usual as the two of you rode up towards your office in the elevator, alone save for the anticipation filling the small space thanks to the early hour.

"You really need to get a grip. Don't you also work at a movie studio? Haven't you met actors before?" you teased, trying to remain good-natured despite your annoyance, and despite your nerves. It was rather rare for you to be nervous about meeting with studio talent these days, but hey; even you were prone to a little fangirl behavior from time to time. You were, in fact, excited for a work meeting for once.

You'd heard Cooper Howard was actually nice compared to a lot of the actors you had to work with.

The early morning time slot you could certainly live without, as well as the hard edge of nerves that you couldn't shake, embarrassingly. For five years, you'd been employed by one of the country's largest and most prolific movie studios practicing contract law. Well, in name you practiced contract law. In reality, the department you worked for was so large that you were rarely involved in the actual negotiation process, the exciting part with the intriguing back-and-forth. Instead, you were left to finish things up, dot i's and cross t's. It wasn't exactly thrilling work, nor was it what you envisioned yourself doing when you were in law school, but the pay wasn't awful and everyone started somewhere.

Essentially, your entire job was to run around chasing (or sit around waiting for) signatures from people who usually thought they were better than you and treated you with contempt, so it was often difficult to feel any sort of genuine excitement. Granted, you were a little more of a fan of Cooper Howard than you were a fan of pretty much anyone else you'd met with, but you tried your hardest to remain professional and not embarrass yourself at all times. You'd grown up watching some of his earliest movies with your grandfather before he'd passed, and had even developed a little adolescent crush on him and his famous sheriff persona, but you also saw so much genuinely embarrassing name-dropping and star-fuckery in this job that you were determined to not come across that way.

Besides, there was enough of that nonsense in your household as it was, what with your husband in training as a junior executive thanks to his penchant for that type of behavior.

When you'd married him, bright-eyed and fresh out of undergrad, you hadn't necessarily been head-over-heels or anything, but wasn't that normal? Everyone around you told you that he was a good man, that he was the star to hitch your wagon to, and, in your youth and carelessness, you'd believed them unquestioningly, despite the fact that he never really had actively made you happy. The courting part of your relationship had been more like contract negotiations, long discussions about acceptable and unacceptable behavior in a marital partner until you'd settled on agreeable terms. The wedding had been beautiful and emotionless. You'd assumed that the 'happiness' part would come later, once you were both fully established and settled in.

It never did.

Well, the establishment came; you both graduated law school, you with honors, and when job offers had come in for both of you from the same firm that worked very closely with the studio he'd always talked about working for, you thought the deal was sealed. Your perfect life, perfect marriage were supposed to start the day you signed your offer. You'd found your stride in your work, bought a house, seen him get promoted...and you felt no more positive about him now than you had on your wedding day. The feeling was mutual, and it wasn't hard to tell; he'd had god knows how many affairs, lazier and lazier about hiding them over the years, including a number of flings with his assistant, who was undeniably in love with him, poor thing.

It was because of this that she clearly resented being asked to do anything that had to do with you, including arranging the half-cocked romantic gestures he'd perform in order to show others that he was a good husband. This was mostly made up of having flowers delivered to your office every other week, something he'd never take the time to set up himself, so naturally, it had fallen to the girl. Reserving little effort for the task, she had obviously made a standing order for a dozen red roses, sprinkled with baby's breath, to be delivered biweekly, and left it at that. It was a nice gesture, sort of, but frankly you'd grown tired of signing for the damn things every time when you didn't even like red roses, and he should've known that. You'd been married almost a decade.

Besides, the smell of baby's breath made your stomach turn.

Still, the poor flowers hadn't done anything, so you continued to sign for them, continued to let each bouquet molder away on the little ornamental table in the corner of your office. True, it was nice to have the splash of additional color, the life in the room, but increasingly the thorny blooms irritated you, looking at them distracting you with feelings of muted resentment.

That's what you felt as you looked upon them that morning, rifling through your file cabinet to find the proper contract as you waited, the door to your office standing open and allowing you to hear when the elevator doors opened. Standing there was the famous cowboy, dressed in a wool overcoat and nice slacks, smiling at you as you beckoned him and his companion, a tall, mustachioed man you took for his agent, into your office. Each of them shook your hand and took a seat at your desk, waiting as you made your way to your seat and began to chat with the unfamiliar man about the papers. Talent almost never had anything to say to you in these meetings, in your experience.

However, he surprised you, both by being fairly knowledgeable about the terms of his latest contract, as well as by speaking directly to you in a casual tone that implied he might even see you as an equal. Cooper Howard being so nice to speak to wasn't really a surprise, as he had a reputation for it, but you were shocked that everything he was currently going through personally didn't seem to impact his demeanor.

The woman representing him in his divorce had actually been in your law school graduating class, but you didn't figure that made for very good small talk.

"Alright, let's just make sure everything is squared away and we'll get this signed. " you said eventually, holding the little cluster of papers you'd scrounged up to scan it over. However, as the two watched you, your gaze caught on a misspelling; initially, you felt embarrassed, knowing it would have to be corrected, but then you noticed changes to the actual terms of the agreement and you fell completely silent.

Your eyes scanned slower as you quieted, realizing that the contract in your hands had changes that you didn't authorize, were sure that they hadn't authorized; subtle changes in the language that wouldn't draw much attention unless you were to slowly, carefully read through the entire thing right before the signatures went on...which was usually not the case. By now, the terms had been painstakingly ironed out and the thing had been edited and reread and reedited a million times. Typically, this meeting, the bulk of your job, was simply confirming agreed upon terms, collecting signatures, and filing the contracts away.

Something was awry here.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen." you said politely, sitting up straight and smiling as calmly, as normally as you could. "It seems I don't have the correct paperwork. This can't be the current version of the contract. We may have to delay."

"This is ridiculous. Ever since Vault-Tec took over legal, you people can't seem to tell your ass from your elbow." the mustachioed man rolled his eyes dramatically. "You don't have a para or anything to keep shit straight for you?"

"I really am sorry. It'll just be a few minutes, hopefully." you apologized again, cringing. You'd requested a paralegal multiple times and had been told that your role didn't require one, but you weren't about to tell him that.

"Well, if you're gonna make me wait around, I'm gonna go place a few calls in the meantime."

With that, the man rose abruptly and stepped out into the reception area. You followed him with your eyes, slightly worried that he would hassle your assistant in his seemingly aggressive frustration.

"He won't bother your girl." the man across from you said perceptively, surprising you. "He might seem like an asshole, but he's a good guy. Always done right by me. Just a little overprotective."

"Well, I don't blame him. Especially if he represents anyone else that works for this studio. Now every single negotiation has to come under extra scrutiny, not to mention all the contracts signed in the last year since the takeover..." you mused, a little too honest, but uncaring.

"I mean, if they've got you signing these dud contracts, too, isn't that bad for you?" he asked.

You chewed your lip for a long moment, your eyes dancing over the glass paperweight on your desk calendar as you thought things over. It was a sort of odd moment, having famous movie star Cooper Howard expressing concern for your wellbeing and job security.

"Well, I suppose that depends on how I ended up with a bum copy of your contract. Could just be me being forgetful or grabbing the wrong folder at some point, which would certainly be on me...but if I'm honest, that doesn't really strike me as something I would do. Besides, I don't even recognize some of these terms."

"Lots of interesting stuff happening around here since Vault-Tec started buying everything up." he replied, a glint in his eye as he leveled his gaze directly at you.

"I agree completely. And, again, I'm really sorry about this. Let me look at this and compare it to an old one. I know I have a hard copy of the final edit here, and I know that this one doesn't match it. Just let me prove it and we'll sign the real one, if that's what you want. If not, I guess we'll decide where to go from there." you said, feeling infinitely more at-ease than you had before.

"Think your boss'll be alright with that?"

You gave a crisp shrug.

"I feel like my time working for these people is dwindling. Maybe not immediately so, but I certainly can't see myself advancing here. Don't think I fit the corporate culture. You know?" you laughed, and he joined you. It was almost surreal to interact with someone like him who treated you like you were a real person, who acted like a real person themselves.

"Nice roses, by the way." he said, gesturing with his head over his shoulder to the flowers on the table. "Pretty. Are they from your husband?"

His question seemed innocuous, so you weren't sure why your response came out the way it did.

"Uh, yeah. He sends them every other week. It's nice." you replied, your tone unnecessarily flat and sending his eyebrows raising, his head tilting about twenty degrees in intrigue.

"It's nice, huh? Is he in the dog house every other week?" he joked.

"I just don't really like red roses that much and they're all I ever get." you said simply, unsure how much would be too much to say in this suddenly inquisitive moment. "Sorry, that probably makes me sound ungrateful."

"Lemme guess...you like sunflowers."

His statement actually surprised you, since he was right; granted, sunflowers were about the second most popular flower in the country, and you had several paintings and tchotchkes featuring sunflowers up around the office, but it was still sort of odd to you for him to notice that.

"Observant, huh?" you blushed.

The smile he shot back at you was genuinely heart-racing, sending blood racing to your cheeks and your gaze skittering around your desktop as you busied yourself with a random stack of papers. The meeting finished up quickly when his rep stuck his head back into your office and called Cooper away, sending him rolling his eyes playfully as he reached across your desk to shake your hand once more, thanking you sincerely for your help before politely dismissing himself.

You were still thinking about the feeling of his hand in yours that night when you brought up what you'd noticed with your husband over dinner.

"Maybe you do need a paralegal if you're mixing up your paperwork that badly." he muttered through bites of his entree, not even fully lifting his head to look at you. "I'll see what I can do about that."

You rolled your eyes.

"No, I mean it. I think something weird is going on. Like I said, I went though the copy I kept and compared it to the one we had to sign. I didn't make some of those edits, and the terms of them were so unfavorable for them that I really get the feeling that they didn't make them. What if someone is messing with my paperwork or something? I'm the one that'll have to go to court and defend myself if someone ends up suing the company or the studio for contract fraud!" you insisted, your own meal hardly touched.

"Fine. If we've gotta go to court, we've gotta go to court." was all he said.

"We'd never win, though. They'd have a slam-dunk case."

He laughed in response, and you were shocked at how much the sound annoyed you.

"Oh, please. You think Vault-Tec doesn't have the money to keep them in court forever fighting over it? They'll run outta money eventually. Doesn't matter if they're right." he shrugged. "Don't worry about it. We'll get you a para so you can stop screwing up your papers."

You sat there in silence, unable to formulate a reply in your disgust with him. After a long moment, you excused yourself, emptying your plate into the trash before climbing the stairs to bed. The next morning, you called Cooper's rep the moment your husband left the house and invited him to come and pick up the contract copies from your office, all the discrepancies noted clearly. He happily agreed, the star showing up before anyone else had taken their places for the day.

"You're not wearing your ring." he said as he took the manila folder from your hand. You paused, confused, before focusing on your outstretched left hand and noticing that he was correct; your engagement ring and wedding band were missing, clear tan lines in their absence.

"Oh. I, erm, must've forgotten it at home." you replied after just a moment too long, your eyes flitting between his face and your naked finger as you felt your cheeks warm.

You'd never forgotten it before; putting it on was the first thing you did every morning to ensure just that. It was such a tiny, easy-to-lose bauble. Ever since you'd been given the thing, you'd been afraid of misplacing it and the reaction that would earn you. A muted tingle of worry crept up your spine that you may have dropped or lost it.

Both of them, though?

He thanked you sincerely once more, seeming like he wanted to say something else before dismissing himself. Both of you were a tad skittish at the sounds of people arriving in the hall outside, so you let him go, waving in response to the way he nodded at you as he pulled the door shut behind him. That night, when you returned home, you found your wedding bands sitting right on your bedside table where you left them every night. You were both relieved you hadn't misplaced them and curious about how you'd managed to completely forget about them that morning. Cooper Howard was quite the distraction, as it turned out.

You were still thinking about your interaction a few days later as you poured over already-signed documents from previous months, noting multiple differences between final drafts and signed copies, a feeling of dread building in the back of your mind. That smile he'd shot you from across your desk still managed to distract and make you dizzy, though, even as a memory, one you were indulging in yet again when the sound of the front office door opening broke your concentration.

"Your flowers are here to sign for!" your assistant suddenly called from the front of the office, sending you rolling your eyes at the timing until she followed it up with a pleasantly surprised, "They're extra nice this week!"

This sent you moving towards the door with just a little more hustle than usual, your brows furrowed deeper and deeper as a realization set upon you: it was the right day, but the wrong week for your usual rose delivery. The usual man was there to drop them off, standing right at the door and waiting politely. Same song and dance as usual.

"He picked out super pretty ones this time. Must be for something special." she mused dreamily from her chair as she watched you sign for them, nodding politely at the delivery guy as he let himself out.

There, on the desk, was a gorgeous, glossy blue vase filled with goldenrod sunflowers the size of your hand, nestled with tall, royal blue gladioluses and star-shaped balloon flowers. You could smell the arrangement from where you stood. Quickly, you carried them into your office and shut the door, not waiting for her to realize the date was off and start asking questions. Setting them on the usual side table, you inspected them closely. Nestled among the blooms was a thick little card, crisp handwriting inside the rich gold border when you opened it that read:

Thank you so much for your help with the contract edits. If you ever need to get ahold of me again, for anything, please don't hesitate to call me directly. - C.H.

Beneath that, a phone number that you promptly wrote into your address book and burned into your memory, a strange tingle in your gut as you looked your gift over once more. The card itself you tucked into your desk drawer, beneath some innocuous, boring papers.

You hadn't done anything wrong, except maybe in your employer's eyes, but you didn't want to risk anything seeming...untoward, despite your inability to simply throw the card away. You had the phone number now and didn't necessarily need to keep it, but something made you feel a little sad when you thought about tossing it in the trash can.

That evening, after everyone else had left, you called the number, fully expecting to have to leave a message and floored when he actually answered, rather quickly, in fact.

"Thank you so much for the flowers." you said softly, almost shyly after the two of you had exchanged fairly formal greetings. You should've followed up the statement with a "...but they aren't appropriate." or a "...but I'm married." However, you did not.

Interesting.

"Well, thank you for your help with the contract stuff. Really, it's so rare to find anyone really honest around here anymore." he said, and you could hear that killer smile in his tone. It sent your heart fluttering. "I'm still not sure what I'm gonna do, but I'll call you when I decide. Or maybe I'll come bother you at your office and see them in person. I didn't get to see the actual arrangement when I went down to order them, so I'm really glad you like them."

"You're always welcome to come see me if you need." you offered up much too quickly. "I usually stay late a few hours to look over things, especially recently."

"Well, you don't have to tell me twice." he replied teasingly.

After that, you'd swapped small talk for a few minutes before getting off the phone, the feeling of not wanting to hang up first heavy on both ends.

After that, flowers you actually fancied came for you every week for months on end, and still came to this day. It wasn't even the same flowers every time. He knew you liked sunflowers, but would often shake things up by sending arrangements of pale asters and black-eyed Susans, buttercups and gerbera daises, all in beautiful shades of rich yellow, studded with clusters of blue phlox, cornflowers, and larkspur.

His colors.

Over and over you'd told him that it wasn't necessary, that he didn't have to spend that much money on you just for flowers. But your arguments were rather flat and halfhearted; not only did you love having the gorgeous, vibrant blooms to brighten your office, you felt incredibly special at the effort he took to specifically gift you something you actually enjoyed. Besides, he refused to hear it, anyway, rebutting that he was a grown man who knew how to manage his money and what he liked to spend it on.

You started breaking up the bouquets of roses your husband sent, distributing them among the ladies in the office; some wanted color for their desks, others something to brighten up their window sills at home, and you were happy to provide.

The baby's breath, however, went into the trash.

You just tried to not think too hard about the lovely gifts technically coming from someone else's husband, including how the first few bouquets had come before he'd moved out of their shared home.

It had been when he'd finally done so that you two really started to become close. Already you'd reached the point of staying late an hour or so most nights just to talk to him on the phone in your office (with the door locked, of course), so you became quite accustomed to getting to speak to him directly, and regularly, especially when something was bothering you. At first, you mostly just talked about your days; you tried to avoid talking about your suspicions about your work, a little nervous about the security of your phone, so you largely listened to him talk about his latest divorce negotiations, his daughter, asking him questions about himself and answering questions in return. Sometimes, you would both lapse into a silence that was strangely comfortable, even over the phone.

Eventually, you both began to to open up more. You confessed that you got married for less than thoughtful reasons at a probably-too-young age, and all but said you regretted it. You also told him that you really hated your job, actually, and mused about the kind of work you'd do if you weren't where you were. Maybe something in the nonprofit sector.

He told you about his decision to get involved with Vault-Tec, about how he felt like Barb used his career to bolster hers, not caring what the impact towards him was.

Surprisingly to you, he never so much as implied that he resented her for it, but you could sense it there, deep beneath all of the very apparent feelings of betrayal and sadness. One night, he confessed that as much as he loved his wife, he didn't feel like he truly knew her anymore, that he'd always thought they'd shared the same values, and he now didn't think that was really true. There also seemed to be something else, something darker beneath it all, something that frightened him, but you could never get a good sense of what it was.

Over the next few months, you grew closer and closer, stealing rare opportunities to see one another for a few minutes during the day, trying to tide yourselves over until you could talk at night. Quickly, your talks became a necessity for you, a peaceful refuge where you felt you could truly get things off your chest with no judgment.

It became apparent that he felt the same the first night he'd called you at home.

The phone's ring had actually frightened you awake, sending you grabbing at the handset that lived next to your side of the bed in a blind, half-conscious panic. Your husband, asleep (or, based on the smell, passed out) beside you, didn't really stir.

"Hello?" you murmured, groggy with an edge of alarm.

"Hey." came a soft, familiar drawl. "I'm sorry to wake you. I didn't really know who to call."

Cooper's voice was a welcome sound, but the room, the whole house, was so quiet you weren't sure how much you could say without being overheard. For a long moment, you were silent, struggling to decide on what to say.

"Are you safe?" was the question you decided on. It seemed a little dramatic, but you weren't sure what was going on.

At the other end, there was a muffled squeaking sound, like someone shifting around in a leather chair, and a tinkling like ice in a glass.

"Yeah, m'fine. Just sitting here in the new place." he said, followed by an audible swallow. "So quiet. It's weird."

"Mmm." you responded cautiously.

Things were quiet for a time, and you felt a little awkward just sitting there, saying nothing, straining to hear any sounds from him.

"I miss you." he said suddenly.

"Miss you too."

"I'm sorry." he said again, and you could hear the intoxication creeping into his voice. "I know it's not a good time to call. Should've let you sleep."

"It's okay. Happy you called." you responded lowly, trying to use as few words, make as few sounds as possible. "Worried about you."

Finally, it seemed he was ready to say what was really weighing on him.

"Haven't slept without Janey in the same house since she was born." was all he said, his voice thick and strange. You wondered if he was crying, and it broke your heart.

"M'sorry, honey."

The pet name was soft and bittersweet as it rolled off your tongue for the first time. You wanted so badly to be able to be there for him, with him, keeping him company through this. Holding him.

Maybe if you were quiet, you could sneak out...call a cab from downstairs...walk down the drive and meet it...

But before he could respond, before your plan could form any further in your mind, your husband let out a cough, his chest jumping as he turned over roughly in bed. You lie as still as you could in response, trying to feign sleep, the phone cradled secretively against your pillow until he eventually resumed his deep, rhythmic breathing.

"He's there tonight?" Cooper asked. There was an edge to his voice that you didn't really recognize, but between the liquor he was almost certainly into and your still sleep-addled brain, you thought nothing significant of it.

"Yes." you said concisely, adjusting yourself just enough that you could crane your neck to make sure he was really asleep.

"Alright, I'll let you go, sweetheart. Sorry to bother you."

"You're not-" you began, but the line went dead before you could finish your thought.

The next morning, you'd tried to call him after your husband had gone, wanting to make sure he was alright after your call had ended so abruptly, but it was too late in the day and there was no answer. This made you worry that he was upset with you, that you'd done something or said something wrong in response to his vulnerability.

In fact, you'd been fretting about it, staring at the latest bouquet from him, some vibrant buttercups, chopped short and dotted with blue-and-yellow-streaked African violets, when your assistant poked her head in your door, an interesting glint in her eye as she spoke, pulling you from your distraction.

"Cooper Howard is here to see you." she said with a mild air of impression.

You stayed sitting until he strode in, thanking the girl as he removed his coat and hung it on the stand by your door. Smiling pleasantly at her, he shut the door behind him, hesitating for a moment before locking it. This sent you rising from your desk, making your way around the side to approach him, hesitating as you moved within a foot of him. He looked a little tired, which was unsurprising as you knew his sleep had been poor, but put together as always, clad in what looked like a thin denim shirt covered with a very soft-looking sweater. Standing so close, you could smell his cologne.

You'd intended to ask if he was alright, but you never got the chance. Cooper closed the distance between the two of you, his hands softly cupping your face as he leaned down to pull you into a tender, passionate kiss. You were taken aback a bit by the gesture, but easily let him guide you back a few feet until he was pressing your hips into the edge of your desk as he stole the breath from your lungs. Both of you were left panting when he eventually pulled back, quiet for a long moment as he petted your hair affectionately.

"Thank you for talking to me last night. I really needed it." he said, gazing at you tenderly before kissing your forehead. You didn't know what to say, and didn't get much chance to reply before he stepped away, adding "I have to get to set, but I wanted to come tell you how much I appreciate you. Talk tonight?"

You nodded enthusiastically, somewhat dazed as he went out. That day had dragged by so slowly, the minutes passing like hours until you could speak to him again. The next morning, his newest floral gift had arrived, and it surprised you: roses, but gorgeous, full blooms of a light purple that tickled you deeply. He'd never given you roses before, and you understood why, for sure, but these were beautiful. Your assistant seemed to agree, as well.

"Aww, how sweet." she smiled at you as she appraised the new blooms, leaning down to give them an appreciative whiff. "Love at first sight."

"What?" you asked, brow furrowed slightly.

She nodded to the flowers just inches from her face once again.

"Lavender-colored roses. They usually symbolize love at first sight. Or, at least, that's what I've read. Who knows, could be nonsense."

Her reply made your face redden again, taking the vase into your office and placing it in its usual place of honor. It had distracted you all day, another decade passing in your mind before you were able to call him that night.

"Did you like the roses?" he asked when he picked up. "I know roses aren't your absolute favorite, but..."

"I loved them." you said decisively. The heat in your cheeks was blooming further, intensifying, but the strange excitement that washed over you made it easy to ignore. "I really want to see you tonight."

That evening, he'd come up to your office and the two of you had shared a takeout dinner together, chatting and holding hands until it was time to part ways. Soon you were doing so most nights, ending with you in his lap, his tongue in your mouth as you rubbed yourself against his clothed erection, fooling around like teenagers.

This man was going to make such trouble for you, you could tell.

You also didn't care, really, which is how you ended up on your husband's arm, suffering through one of his colleague's fancy Friday night parties for once instead of sitting at home in your pajamas, clad in an outfit chosen just for the occasion.

Your dress wasn't especially scandalous, a dark grey wrap, soft and stretchy with sleeves that reached your elbows, the hem stopping just above your knee. Something comfortable and elegant, something you could wear to the office.

Something with deniability.

But you were also aware of the way this particular dress hugged every line in your body just right, form-fitting in all the correct places, making you feel feminine and sexy and powerful at the same time. Your husband complained it was "matronly", but you ignored him; his opinion didn't matter. Besides, the thing was nice and stretchy, so if anyone special found their way up your skirt for a few minutes, as you were hoping would happen, it'd be nice and easy to get in and out. You'd even worn a special set of underwear, red and lacy, beneath.

You only slightly regretted your choice of footwear, some very classy stilettos; while they really completed the look, sexed it up a bit, your feet had been aching for over an hour already, leaving you scanning the room for a free seat to flee to once you were able to slip away from the group chat you were currently enmeshed in.

The man you'd shared your home and bed with for the last eight years was strangely affectionate this evening, consistently cradling you into his side as he spoke boisterously and even occasionally sending a compliment your way. It made you wonder which young lady in the room he was trying to impress with his "perfect husband" routine, scanning around and noting several of his type; though, at least a few had already been crossed off the list. They avoided your glossy gaze, turning their faces into their Pip Boys or their wine glasses as your spouse continued to absentmindedly massage at your hip, his arm tight around you as he recited yet another unamusing anecdote to the men standing around you.

Among them was Bud Askins, head of some department of incapable jackasses with no moral compass, though which one, you could never remember. What you did remember was how often you caught him looking at you, the number of times he'd gotten close just to linger a few seconds too long. Fortunately, you'd always managed to slip out of the odd-feeling conversations he'd try to start with you. He wasn't the only one, either; so many of these men seemed eager to betray one another in basically whichever way presented itself first. It made you eager to remove yourself from this corporate world, to find a better way to live your life, and sooner rather than later.

Out of the corner, you watched as Cooper Howard sat on a chaise, sipping a cocktail and eyeballing you so hard you didn't even have to fully look his way to feel his gaze burning into you. You'd been waiting all week to make it to this party, not because you had any particular desire to hobnob and mingle with studio execs and Vault-Tec higher ups, but because you'd known the older man would be making an appearance.

You knew that, personally, he didn't really revel in the attendance of these get-togethers himself, but you also knew that socializing and getting face time with important people was one of the top ways that actors continued to get work. That was why he and Barb had quite literally had to iron out a social schedule with their lawyers: to ensure neither of them had more networking opportunities than the other.

He had to be glad that everything was said and done at last, finalized a few days before. You hadn't really discussed it; he hadn't brought it up much, save for to confirm it to you as truth. It certainly didn't feel like your place to mention it, so you didn't, wanting to be as supportive as possible.

An especially loud burst of laughter drew you back into the present, just in time for your husband to make a joke at your expense, sending you rolling your eyes and pushing your hand against his chest as he bent to pepper your face and mouth with half-assed, drunkenly apologetic kisses. You gave him one peck in return, not wanting to be the topic of gossip for the night. Feeling strange kissing your husband, especially with your present company included, you peeked over towards him as slyly as you could. There was a polite smile on his face, but it didn't touch his usually warm eyes, a tight irritation there as he cradled a half-full gin martini against his chest. A feeling of guilt sunk into your chest, but you were quickly distracted as the group around you moved into the kitchen, sort of herding you along as they went.

A couple hours later, when you finally managed to excuse yourself, the evening had begun to wind down, though not entirely; about two thirds of the guests had slowly flowed out, but those that remained seemed to be getting a sort of second wind where they all convened around the pool outside. You stood hidden away in the corner of the living room the party had vacated from, finally alone save for one or two caterers moving around, collecting abandoned glasses and emptying ashtrays in silence. Scanning the group outside, you failed to locate the one guest you actually wanted to see.

In fact, it had been over an hour since you'd even laid eyes on the older man, and you pondered that fact as you turned and made your way down the hallway, trying your best to look for a bathroom without seeming like you were casing the place or being too nosy. However, the cocktails you'd been nursing just to have something in your hand had been stronger than you'd anticipated, and it made walking completely straight, seeming normal, much harder than you'd thought. Your feet ached deeply from the uncomfortable shoes.

Eventually, you found a nice washroom, decently appointed with a massive mirror, into which you stared for a minute or two, willing yourself to sober up more as you washed your hands. You didn't want to make yourself seem foolish in front of Cooper, and you were fairly positive he wouldn't have left without you two speaking.

When you stepped back out into the carpeted hall, you assessed the wall of windows and the adjacent hall to your right, decided that he likely hadn't gone that way, and turned to head back towards the pool area, almost willing to ask one of the staff if they'd seen the incredibly recognizable man around recently, but you were quickly stopped.

"Nice dress." a low voice murmured, lips pressed firmly and suddenly against your ear as a pair of strong, wiry arms wound around your waist. The gasp you let out quickly melted into a giggle as his lips found the nape of your neck, kissing and nipping there playfully as he pushed his hips against your ass; a much bolder move than he would typically pull, but you were certainly open to his attention as he turned you, pressing your back into the wall behind you to kiss you deeply.

His hands were knotted deep in your hair as his tongue worked his way into your mouth, his thigh rubbing at the apex of your own as best as it could. Soon, you were far too worked up, arms wound around his neck as he shepherded you into a nearby open door, shutting it firmly behind you.

The guest room he'd tugged you into was cozy, but pristine, the low, full-sized mattress to your eleven o'clock covered with plush layers of bedding and rows of decorative pillows. Quickly, he tugged you over to the foot of the bed, urging you down onto your back as he hovered above you, one knee braced on the bed as he latched his lips onto your throat, dragging his teeth and tongue along your pulse point as his hands pushed at your skirt.

Despite the two of you never really going at it like this, his hands didn't stop the roaming along your body they'd started doing in the hall, didn't even pause as he continued to work your dress up your body, bunching it at your waistline, quickly and roughly exposing your lacy red hip-huggers to his hungry eyes. A rumble left his chest, low and deep like a growl, when two of his fingers met the warm, wet gusset covering the mound between your legs. For a minute, he rubbed firmly at your erect clit through the rough material, making you squirm and whimper. Eventually, he pulled his fingers away, tucking them into the waistband of your panties at your hip and yanking at the seam there.

"Wait, baby." you chastised, words still sort of slurred, but they obviously didn't register or were ignored, as he continued to yank at the fabric until it gave way under his hand, pinching lightly at your skin as he ripped the leg of the garment open before repeating the motion on the other side. This made you frown, upset at the loss of your favorite pair of underwear before he'd even properly gotten to see them on you.

"Cooper, stop." you said, trying to push your hands against his chest, your heart racing when he continued to ignore you, yanking the fabric loose from beneath you and stuffing it into his pants pocket.

Your lover's lips were attacking the exposed side of your throat and shoulder, nipping and sucking and huffing, your back pressed firmly into the plush mattress as you wriggled beneath him. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, between the one-too-many cocktails you'd had during the party and the way he was touching you, moving you, positioning you the way he wanted as he softly gyrated in between your legs, kneeling over you on the edge of the bed.

"Maybe we should wait." you breathed, your breaths deep and deliberate as you tried to sober yourself up enough to string together a clear thought.

It would've been difficult enough simply trying to resist his kisses, but your head spinning from the alcohol only made it harder. Still, this was some random Vault-Tec executive's guest bedroom. There was a party going on. Your husband was likely still outside mingling, possibly looking for you. The odds of that weren't high, but they weren't zero. While the two of you had fooled around a bit up until now, his hands slipping up your skirt once or twice during your make-outs in your office, you couldn't help but feel like you wanted things a little different for the first time you really had sex, for when you really took that plunge and committed to this path.

The man on top of you seemed to feel differently.

"Don't think so." he purred lowly into the crook of your neck, running his teeth along your collarbone and making you shudder. You could smell the gin martini he'd been holding earlier on his breath. "You made me watch him touch and kiss on you all night, and now you're gonna make it up to me."

Cooper's warm, softly calloused hand found your throat, holding you firmly as he gazed down at you. He wasn't choking you, per se; at least, not in the way that you would've anticipated someone would choke you, squeezing around your airway until your breathing was cut off. No, instead, he pressed his fingers and thumb into the soft flesh on each side, digging into your twin pulse points and slowing the flow of blood to your brain.

It didn't hurt or make you feel panicked. In fact, quite the opposite happened, your squirming finally ceasing almost entirely, your brain buzzing with warm, tingly docility. Between that and the already warm feeling coursing through your veins, you haltingly allowed your defiant legs to fall open halfway, slowly forgetting the reasons you'd been resisting, forgetting where you were.

"That's a good girl. You know who you belong to, don'tcha?" he praised, his free hand stroking the sensitive inside of your thigh reverently. The feeling of two of his thick fingers sliding inside of you suddenly sent you whining in response, both at the stretch and the slight sting of it. That sent a smirk ghosting across the actor's face, leaning in to run his lips along the soft, flushed skin of your cheek.

"Pretty little cheatin' slut. Now, be quiet and let me have what's mine."

His words both stung and fanned the flames in your gut, leaving you feeling frozen under his touch as he pulled back to look at you, now free hand leaving your throat and moving up to finish pulling the top of your dress down enough to expose the bra beneath.

"Mm." he hummed as he ran his free hand along the softness of your exposed clevage, though it was a curt sound. "This why you didn't wanna fuck me? Had other plans, huh?"

Briefly confused, you shook your head vigorously, your heart rate revving up once more at his tone.

"It's not like that, baby." you pleaded hoarsely, but your protests died on his tongue as he forced it back into your mouth, his hand knotting into a fist between your breasts, twisting the stretchy nylon of your bra's waistband around his knuckles and using the leverage it gave him to yank you up, dangling you for a few seconds above the bed as the seams popped and cracked at the tension. He was trying to destroy the thing.

A small whimper of discomfort left your throat as you felt the hooks in the back digging into your skin; the noise seemed to lift him partially out of the fugue he was immersed in, and he dropped you back down to the bed, the cups now bunching uselessly over your breasts, leaving them exposed to his warm hand. He was gentler with them than you thought he'd be, softly cupping them and rolling each nipple between the fingers on his free hand before sliding it up to cup your face, holding you and making you look at him as you muffled your cries into his palm. Your vision was blurry with unshed tears.

His fingers were still buried as deep inside you as he could get them, fucking you shockingly rough, pushing you closer and closer to the edge as he continued to toy with your aching clit. One particularly perfect movement made you cry out rather loudly, clenching around his fingers rhythmically as you came close to your peak.

"Nuh-uh. If you're gonna cum, honey, you're gonna cum on my cock." he whispered, his voice more steady than you'd heard it all night as he pulled his hand from between your legs. "Is that what you want?"

You couldn't stop the way your head set to nodding, the fat tears in your eyes finally spilling over and running down over his fingers as they cradled the side of your face, still muffling your sounds. Your eyes slipped shut for a moment, trying your hardest to collect yourself to some degree as you could hear the quiet sounds of his belt and fly coming undone.

A small voice in the back of your mind noted that he definitely wasn't wearing a condom as he let the leaking head of him trace back and forth through your soaking folds, tapping along your clit and gathering the slickness there as he teased you. The worry you'd felt melted away rapidly with his teasing, though, and soon you were breathily begging him to fill you, to properly fuck you.

Your name dripped from his tongue, syrupy and hot, as he pushed inside you.

"Fuck." you cried.

You couldn't see well in the dim glow of the bedroom, but the sensation, the slight burn of his girth stretching you open was vivid and detailed as he slowly began to work his hips back and forth, giving you a few breaths to sort of acclimate to his size before moving more earnestly. The bed frame beneath you was surprisingly squeaky as he fucked you harder, and you wondered, mortified, just how apparent the sound would be from the hallway. At least you knew he'd locked the door.

However, you didn't stay clear-minded enough to fret forever, his cock inside you and his fingers back on your clit rapidly soothing you into a state of hypnotized bliss, your body jolting along beneath his with every rough thrust into your flesh.

"This body belongs to me. This pussy belongs to me." he growled, his hips slamming into yours with bruising force.

"Oh, Cooper. Fuck me, baby." you begged, your nails digging hard into his shoulders through the softness of his shirt.

He sighed your name in reply, an echo following it a moment later.

The sounds of your coupling filled the room, making it difficult to hear anything outside, save for the occasional very loud splash from the pool in the courtyard.

He slid his tongue back into your mouth, winding and rubbing it along yours as he continued to use your body. Another echo of your name from somewhere that wasn't here.

"I think someone's looking for you, sweetheart." he whispered in your ear, sliding his tongue along your lobe and making you throb around him.

It was clear as day now: someone out in the hall was calling your name. Someone with a voice that sounded suspiciously like your husband's through the thick wood of the door.

Suddenly, there were shadows moving beneath. The sound of the handle jiggling made you freeze like a deer in the headlights; his movements slowed, but he didn't stop pumping between your thighs as he cast a downright impish look from your face and back to the door.

"Occupied, man." he called, pulling back enough so that his free hand could move down to slowly flick at your clit once more. Your hand that wasn't trapped between your bodies moved to cover your mouth, desperately trying to silence the whimper his touch drew from you as he continued on. There was some more shuffling, the shadows barely visible beneath the door dancing back and forth.

"Oh, erm. My bad. Sorry." the voice called, moving away.

It resumed calling your name as it faded to nothing.

Shockingly, you felt almost nothing, save for the older man's pubis grinding against your clit deliciously as he slowly began to build his pace back up, the creaking of the bed frame slowly growing louder and louder once more as the calling faded. There was no guilt, no sour sting of knowing you were betraying someone who supposedly cared about you like you thought there'd be. There was only the pleasure your lover was gifting you and the satisfaction of knowing you wouldn't be pulled away from him in this moment.

When the calling faded away to nothing, he picked up the pace tenfold, fucking you with wild abandon as the bed slid back against the wall with a thud. Your vision was quickly blurring again under his intense, animalistic attentions.

"Fuck, Cooper. I'm gonna cum..." you breathed harshly, tucking your head against his firm chest, your cheek rubbing against the overheating, rumpled silk of his shirt.

That drew a groan from him, his hips stuttering for a moment before regaining their tempo.

"Yeah? You gonna cum all over my cock, pretty girl?" he replied, his question low and urgent as his lips pressed to the crown of your head. "Go ahead, make a mess all over me."

Regardless of how quiet you tried to be, a fluctuating, nasal whimper escaped you as you fell completely apart under his touch, feeling your greedy cunt fluttering as you did, trying its best to milk him for everything he was worth. It must've worked well enough, as he seemed immediately overwhelmed by the sensation, his hips beginning to buck wildly as his fingers dug harshly into the plush meat of your outer thighs.

It was nearly impossible to remain quiet as he fucked you hard through your orgasm, pushing you closer and closer to overstimulation as he continued to abuse your swollen walls. Cooper's breathing was loud and harsh, broken up with muttered curses and little huffs of praise that made you clench around him even harder. At one point, he lowered his mouth back to your chest, grabbing the closest nipple between his teeth and lathing at it with his tongue, making you moan loudly.

The sound must've really turned him on, as he let out a long, low groan in response, his hands pushing on the backs of your thighs to lift your legs up onto his shoulders, folding you in half as he brought his other knee up onto the bed, thrusts reaching even deeper than they had before. You jumped as his fingers found your clit again, rubbing it quickly and firmly, again rapidly bringing you right back to the edge, your aching pussy fluttering hard and making him groan once more.

"Cum with me, baby." he whispered feverishly, lips pressed to your forehead as his nose tickled along your hairline. "Cum with me while I fill up this pretty pussy."

This made you whimper, his words shooting down your spine and straight into your gut, which clenched tight in response, and it was all over for both of you. Your second orgasm wasn't quite as intense as the first, but it was no easier to stay quiet as you rode out the overwhelming waves of pleasure tucked beneath him, especially as he dug his teeth into the side of your neck to keep the growl that escaped him muffled. The sensation of his warmth pooling in your womb, his teeth back on your skin made you see stars.

You weren't sure how long you two laid there, him slumped loosely on top of you, most of his weight supported by his knees as you held him close, your own legs lowered back down to wrap around his waist. He was still throbbing away inside of you, and the feeling was so surreal; you and your husband hadn't had sex for months, but before that, it's not like it was a regular occurrence, and you certainly wouldn't let him do this. For years you'd been afraid of catching something...or having a baby that would tie you to him forever. When you'd first married him, you'd just assumed that you would eventually feel ready to have children with him.

Then again, you'd also assumed you'd eventually really love him, or feel loved by him, and look at how that worked out.

"Come home with me." your lover murmured into the side of your sweat-slicked throat. "Stay with me tonight."

His request settled into your chest weightily, excitingly, tingling its way upwards over your breastbone and spreading to your mouth, sending you scrambling to hold back the grin that wanted to steal across your lips. Your heart raced with a kind of pure, joyous elation you hadn't felt since you were young. A response didn't immediately jump to your lips, however; instead, you brought both hands up to cradle the back of his head, petting his slightly damp hair and neck affectionately.

Were you really considering just flat-out not going home to your husband? It wasn't like he'd never done it before. Hell, for all you knew, he'd given up his search for you and gone home with one of his roster. Maybe that hadn't even really been him at the door. Maybe it was Bud Askins looking to finally shoot his shot with you or something.

Frankly, you didn't really care.

"I'd love to." you said quietly, both of you moving to sit up.

For another few minutes, you sat on the mussed bed together, holding and petting tenderly at one another as you let your breathing and body temperatures return to normal. Eventually, the man beside you stood to right his clothing, his belt jingling musically as he tucked himself away, still turned so you couldn't really see anything. He was such a tease.

Pleasantly, you noted that your face no longer burned like it had earlier; that is, at least, until you stood to join him and felt a quick, warm rush of slickness race down your inner thigh, thinning and cooling as it wound its way around the back of your calf towards the floor. The gasp that left you instantly drew your lover's attention, and his gaze was still shockingly hot as he scanned you up and down.

"Makin' a mess." he teased, cutting his eyes at you playfully as he tugged the bedding loose, using the corner of the top sheet to quickly and crudely clean you. An indignant little noise left you at that, embarrassingly close to a cluck, which he chuckled at as he tossed everything down on the floor.

"Don't want some poor, unassuming soul sleeping in the mess, you know?" he explained when you looked at him quizzically.

"Oh...I still feel kinda bad that someone's gonna have to remake that bed." you responded, leaving the 'likely an underpaid housekeeper' part unsaid.

"Point me to the linen closet, sweetheart, and I will happily make it happen. Little late to save that labor now." he smirked. You took his point.

"Alright, let's get out of here before you get us caught." you replied, rolling your eyes to try and keep the impending grin off your face, failing miserably when he swatted you firmly on the ass. Your hands flew to your mouth, covering it to hide the cackle that jumped out of you, sending you glaring at him.

"C'mon, this way." he grinned, tugging you back down the hall towards the bathroom you'd used. Confused, you followed wordlessly, moving closer and closer towards the wall of "windows" you'd seen before until you realized that one was really a door to the gorgeous deck you could now see. As you stepped outside, the last remnants of the day's scorching heat kissed at your face. You were pleasantly surprised to see a set of stairs that led down to the ground level, into what looked like a strange statue garden: clusters of pillars along a winding gravel path, topped with geometric marble shapes of seemingly no significance. The whole thing was fairly ugly and reeked of "more money than taste", which wasn't surprising for one of the best and "brightest" at Vault-Tec.

At the very least, there were some very lovely bushes and flowers, the aroma of which enveloped you as the two of you descended the wooden stairs. Maybe fifty yards out, the edge of the flawless black driveway was visible.

The two of you stood out back for a while, hidden beneath the deck stairs; you leaned against the warm terracotta wall and watched him smoke a few cigarettes as he finished sobering up enough to drive, the ghost of his hands still running all over your body, his teeth still digging into your neck and making you shiver despite the balmy heat. Absentmindedly, you wondered if you would bruise where he'd bitten you.

You stood with your legs close together, a little afraid that you'd have another mess on your hands if you weren't careful. He didn't seem to notice, but you were quickly realizing that he was slicker than you'd given him credit for. In an attempt to distract yourself, you turned your eyes to the treeline, watching the crisp leaves sway back and forth in the soft breeze. You let out a breath you didn't know you'd been holding.

"I can't believe the number of people who had the gall to ask me where Barb was tonight." he muttered eventually, breaking your companionable, though contemplative shared silence.

You turned your gaze back to him, but remained silent, sensing one of the times he'd appreciate a chance to simply vent. Cooper Howard wasn't really a man to complain much, so when he wanted to, you let him.

"It's not like the divorce was a secret or anything. Been in and outta the headlines, the trades for a fuckin' year. Not like we both haven't been out alone. But it just so happens that tonight of all nights everyone wonders where she is within earshot. I don't understand the desire to play weird mind games with people you barely know."

There was real, deep frustration in his tone as he spoke, his eyes gazing out over the ugly little statues, unseeing. Softly, you reached out and put your hand on his arm, massaging gently.

"Some people just really enjoy other people being miserable because they, themselves, are miserable. Marriage issues are like catnip to the gossip mill. Especially the marriage issues of the beautiful and famous." you teased, fawning towards him and batting your eyelashes as you leaned against his shoulder.

"Oh, it's not just my dead marriage they're out there yappin' about, sweetheart." he grinned, burning cigarette hanging from his lips as he leaned towards you. "You had a face like a slapped ass when he kissed you, y'know. They ate that shit up."

"I think you mean you ate that shit up." you rolled your eyes, cheeks hot again as you turned your face to hide from him, from the truth of his words. It was rapidly coming to a point where you couldn't even stand your husband's touch. Maybe it really was time to start considering your options for divorce.

Well, the fact that you were even standing here said that it was time for divorce. No maybe about it. Your stomach turned unpleasantly, wondering how much fighting and negotiating you'd have to do yourself.

"Hey." he called, pulling you from your snowballing thoughts. "It's all gonna be alright."

You didn't look straight at him, but you let him slip his hand into yours when you felt it brush your palm. The feeling was shockingly soothing, and you quickly pulled him close for a long hug, smiling into his chest when you felt him kiss the top of your head.

"How are we getting outta here?" you asked when you pulled back, giving a casual glimpse around when you heard a particularly loud sound from the pool on the other side of the house. "Where's your car?"

"It's down the hill a bit. I just walked up here." he said, nodding towards a little gap in the trees you could now see, just the slightest glimpse of yellow nestled there.

"You parked that thing on the street?" your voice piqued, knowing how particular he was about his beloved car. To be fair, it was very nice.

"Yeah, in Beverly Hills. I think it'll be fine." he chuckled. "Besides, you never know when you'll need to make a quick and low-profile getaway. A valet would make that awfully tough."

Taking in the smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, the devilish way he was looking at you again, you couldn't help but suspect that this whole ordeal had been orchestrated. You also suspected you ultimately didn't care; you felt happier, calmer than you had in a long time. Cheeks burning again, you looked away from him shyly as the two of you fell silent once more, the stars struggling to be seen overhead among all the light pollution of L.A.'s buzz as you began to walk towards the driveway, still hand-in-hand.

The sidewalk was dark, save for the elegant street lights, the sky overhead painted in subdued inky indigos as you made your way down to the little yellow roadster. You weren't surprised when he led you to the passenger's side and opened your door for you.

When he slid into his own seat, his hand went right to your knee, petting sweetly as you two began the drive to his new place. You sat back in the plush, soft leather seat and watched the fancy, oversized houses go by. The affectionate hand on your knee slipped upwards after a few blocks, kneading the muscle of your thigh absentmindedly as it slowly worked its way beneath your skirt. This sent you tensing in anticipation, but his hand simply reached your mid-thigh and sat there, warm and pleasant, for the rest of the drive out of the hills, moving northeast towards Pasadena. The drive was longer than one would think, for the distance...if one had never been to Los Angeles, that is.

Overall, things were quiet again, and your mind turned to reviewing the events of the party. When the image of him standing over you, your leg caught in his grip as he maneuvered it over his shoulder flashed across your vision, you felt your swollen cunt clench, embarrassed that your engine was still running after all that. Not nearly as embarrassed as you felt when another warm trickle ran down the inside of your thigh, pooling in the skirt of your dress, though. You fidgeted in response, reaching underneath yourself as casually as you could, trying to gather the soft fabric to soak up the mess. Fretting, you tried your best to remember anything you could about stain removal on leather as the car slowed, creeping down a little residential street lined with condos.

The little brick townhouse looked nice, even from the outside, though certainly much less opulent than the home he'd lived in for the last fifteen years. You'd seen photos of it. This place was still lovely, though, and the smell of fresh paint tickled your nose as the garage door opened and then closed behind you. The room was pretty empty from what you could see, save for some boxes stacked in the corner and a tool bench, as you turned to find him staring right at you, his hand finally slipping further and further up your skirt until he was softly brushing at your slit with his fingers again.

A huffing little moan left you, quiet and tense, as two of those long fingers slipped back inside you all of the sudden, pushing whatever had leaked down your leg back up inside you. You clenched around his hand involuntarily, and he let out a dreamy sigh in response.

"Still makin' a mess." he murmured, leaning in and pressing his lips back to yours as his free hand moved up to cradle the back of your head. For what felt like an hour, you simply sat in the quiet garage, immersed in one another's breathless kisses just like all those nights in your office. Except now, there was no chance anyone was going to come along and interrupt you.

The fingers inside you remained still throughout, his thumb stroking teasingly at your abused bud before eventually sliding his hand away.

"Alright, kiddo. Let's go inside." he smiled, turning to pull himself out of the low-sitting vehicle with just a bit too much swagger and making his way to your side. Letting out a deep sigh, you took his hand as he offered it, cringing at the wet feeling of your inner thighs. The shit-eating grin on his face was impossible to avoid as he leaned in close, the musky, fading smell of his cologne wrapping around you.

"By the way, if you make a mess on my new floor, I'm gonna make you clean it up with your tongue." he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as his fingers played in the stickiness coating your skin. An involuntary groan left you, your hips twitching towards him with zero permission; that drew out a gasp when you felt something poking you back, digging into the softness of your belly.

You got the distinct sense that the evening was far from over.

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What can come from a Villain Fantasy

part 1

Emile enjoyed being a therapist who got to use his favorite cartoons to help others. However, he hadn't gotten much of a chance to really date or get to be intimate with anyone. Like many people though, he has certain fantasies about who he crushes on. Emile discovers his crush, infamous "Villain" Deceit, offers dom services. He finds himself seeking these out. Could anything else come from this?

Pairing: Emile/Janus

Word count: 4210

Warnings: Dominant/Submissive discussions and play (will probably be the case for many chapters), teasing, light bondage, collar,

Notes: The story pairing will be Janus/Emile/Roman, but this chapter focuses on Emile/Janus

This is my first time writing something like this. I am getting some of the dom/sub stuff in here from different places including other fanfics, Tumblr, discord conversations, and other places of research. I will not be accepting requests for what they do at this time. Gift for Tulip/Vi @tulipanthousa for inspiring me to write something like this. Don't like, don't read.

I am open to others writing smut (minors dni) for this who want to, I would just like a heads-up. You can message me on here.

I have up to chapter 3 posted on my ao3 so far.

Emile had arrived at his therapist office a bit earlier that day. So as he sat he watched a morning talk show, he almost couldn't believe what he saw. They had managed to get “Deceit” on the show. A news-proclaimed “villain” who was honestly just more of a super-powered troll.

Emile didn’t know the full extent of all the abilities Deceit had, he had a feeling most people didn’t. The “villain” was just mysterious like that. From what he had gathered though, many of his abilities were tech related. Which was fitting for internet-troll related crimes.

Deceit seemed to be able to alter anything on the internet or that existed in the realm of any device. He could control almost every aspect related to technology. This included obscuring anyone’s ability to track his internet activities. His ability to go into a computer and travel cyberspace was how he had become well-known in the first place. He liked to mess with people by appearing on their computer screens. Some theorized he could change his appearance as well, based on some videos he posted. Then again, that wasn’t clear if it was just a filter he was messing with.

He didn’t physically harm anybody, and certainly didn’t come across as evil. He mainly just liked to mess with people. Nothing ever seemed to go too far with him. The way Deceit messed with people seemed to lean more towards pranks than bullying. Nothing too serious was usually messed with.

Then again, Emile was aware that he may be biased, considering he had a crush on the super-powered fellow. But well, the guy had a following for a reason. The fact that he was wanted on this talk show was telling as well. It probably helped that his powers made him difficult to track down. This was a decent defense for the hosts. For when officers inevitably tried to arrest him on the set later.

The “villain” had a bit of an old-fashioned get-up, while still wearing a mask. Not what one would expect for his powers and what he liked to do. Then again, as a troll, he was probably poking fun at being called a villain. He seemed to like to have fun like that.

He definitely put on his charm as he was interviewed though. Emile wouldn’t be surprised if many watchers were swooning at his captivation.

“So, this may be a bit of an unusual thing to bring up to a villain, but my producers insist on sharing this with you,” The host said.

to bring up to a villain. My producers insisted on sharing this with you,” The host said.

“Oh? Is that so?”

“Well, apparently a lot of fans seem to enjoy fantasizing about you-“

“Naturally.”

“But in a very specific, suggestive context. Here, I’ll show you. Although we had to be careful of what fanart we’re allowed to show, since this is a public show.” She waved to the screen behind, to show an edit of Deceit in a very nice dominatrix outfit.

Oh, Emile thought, that was surprising to see and honestly, seeing it made Emile feel a bit warm. He may have to support that fan artist online. That is if Deceit was okay with this kind of thing. Gosh. In a way, it was good to know Emile wasn’t the only one who fantasized about that kind of thing.

Deceit smirked and threw his head back in a distinguished laugh.

“Sorry sorry, I promise I’m not making fun of this fan artist. It’s quite lovely work. I love how good they made me look in that getup. No, the funny part is…I actually am a dom.”

There was quiet for a moment.

“I’m sorry?” The host asked. She gaped at Deceit, evidently thrown off by his answer.

Deceit smirked again.

“Why, I actually am a dom for hire. Most people don’t know that. My clientele is typically of the male variety though,” Deceit said with a wink to the camera.

“I have actually had some clients who have complimented me on how good I am at acting like Deceit. Ironic, no?”

“So…do you deceive your clients?”

Deceit shrugged. “I mean, I’m telling everyone about it right now. I have no shame about it. In fact, here.”

He waved a hand, and a phone number appeared on the screen. Emile could tell by the faces of some workers in the background, that had not been planned.

“Is-is that even legal?” The host asked. She looked almost panicked as she glanced at someone off to the side out of view.

Deceit scoffed. “Yes. It’s not prostitution. So, if there is anyone interested, feel free to call that number and hire me to make your dom dreams come true.”

Emile made a noise that made him glad nobody else was there. He bit his lip and quickly took a pic of the number with his phone. He stared at it for a moment, well he couldn’t exactly call it right then. But he was considering this way more than he expected he would have. Yes, he had definitely fantasized about it, and Deceit was offering a very clear way to make it a reality. But well, it was a bit to process. Fantasizing was one thing, but Emile was sure he would be a gay mess. He sighed, trying to focus on his patients' appointments for the day. He would think about it later.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t as good at acting normal as he thought he was. Most of the day went fine, but apparently, Elliot caught on that Emile was a bit distracted.

“Is everything alright, Dr. Picani?” Elliot asked. “You seem a bit distracted.”

Emile jolted a bit at that. He was a bit embarrassed to be caught by one of his patients. He did want to be there fully for them. He shouldn’t let these kinds of thoughts get to him during the workday; especially when he had patients to help.

“Oh, I’m alright. Don’t you worry about it.”

Elliot gave him a deadpan look in response.

“What was that about honest communication?” They asked with a frown.

Emile laughed a little nervously. “Oh, I’m glad you are taking in some of the things we’ve talked about. But this session isn’t about me. Don’t you worry, I am still here for you. And if you haven’t been happy with the session, we can always reschedule.”

Elliot sighed. “No, the session has been fine. I was just concerned because it’s not like you.”

“Aw, Elliot that’s sweet of you to be concerned about me, but I am okay.”

Elliot didn’t seem convinced.

“It’s nothing big. Just, some silly personal stuff we don’t need to get into. Everyone gets distracted, no? And it doesn’t mean I don’t care.”

“Yeah, I know. You’re sure?”

Emile nodded. “Yep! We don’t need to talk about my stuff. You are the patient here.”

“Okay, and what about after? As friends?”

“It’s sweet that you want to look out for your ol’ therapist here, but you don’t need to. You know the nature of our therapist-patient relationship here. In fact, maybe we should get into your need to care for everyone before yourself. Don’t think I didn’t notice you redirecting there.”

Elliot groaned in response, but they got back to the topic at hand. Emile would have preferred not to be distracted, but at least he was able to redirect. It did get him to think though, that he did need to make a decision on this soon if he didn’t want this to affect his work life.

Emile lingered in his office a bit after his sessions were over for the day. He wouldn’t say he overworked, and in fact, he usually did have good reason to stay after. Paperwork and whatnot. But, he was just comfortable in his office. It was cozy and had all his soft cartoon, plushy friends. Except for the Stitch Dot and Larry still owed him.

He glanced at the tv and recalled the show from this morning. He took a deep breath and pulled up the number on his phone and put it to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi, um, I’m calling about your dom services?”

“Yes?”

Emile squeaked and dropped his phone when the resounding voice came from across from him. His phone hovered over the floor, just before it could hit the ground.

Deceit tsked. Because he was suddenly right there in Emile’s office!

The phone floated up and onto Emile’s desk.

“My apologies,” Deceit drawled. “I did not mean to startle you.”

Oh gosh. He looked just as he had on the show this morning.

Emile continued to stare at him with wide eyes. Deceit was smirking, as he practically always was.

Emile cleared his throat. “I uh, did not expect you to just show up.”

Deceit shrugged his shoulders.

"I find clients seeing me in person can help them make a decision faster, about whether they truly want what I provide.”

Emile felt like he should say something about Deceit just showing up at someone’s place. But he couldn’t bring himself to. He was too stuck in his gay panic.

“So…” Deceit began, with a raised eyebrow.

Emile cleared his throat again. Although he was struggling to look at the other, knowing his face had to be pink.

“Right, uh,” He waved to the seats set up for a therapy session.

“Please take a seat.”

Deceit smiled as he did so. He looked around in amusement at all the cartoon memorabilia.

“Lovely little friends.”

Emile laughed a bit at that and went to sit at his desk, but felt that it might be a bit weird so he walked over to the other. Deceit had seated himself where Emile usually did, and oh, that did something to Emile. He quickly sat on the couch where patients usually sat. It was weird but somehow felt fitting for what they were to discuss.

“Ah, yeah. I am quite a fan of cartoons. I like to use them to help my patients. They can process their situations by using relatable scenarios in cartoons. I’m a therapist.”

Emile wasn’t embarrassed about liking cartoons. But he still felt self-conscious about it around Deceit’s intimidating presence.

Deceit hmmed. “That’s interesting. And quite impressive. I’d love to hear about it some more another time.”

“Oh?”

Deceit nodded. “Of course. If we’re going to be doing this, the least we can do is get to know each other. Which does remind me.”

Deceit straightened his posture and looked down at Emile.

“By calling my number, I want to confirm. You are interested in having some sort of dominant/submissive relationship?”

Emile nodded. “I mean, not like always.”

“Of course,” Deceit said. “I understand this usually means planning out scenes on occasion.”

Deceit’s response caused Emile to let out a breath of relief.

“Have you ever done something like this before?” Deceit asked.

Emile shook his head. “No. I’m still kind of surprised I actually got myself to call.”

“But, it is something you want?”

“Yes. Yes, it is. It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“Well, it’s embarrassing to admit.”

“I don’t want to push you. In order for a dynamic like this to work, there needs to be trust. But open communication is also key as well. I need to know where your comfort level lies.”

Emile sighed.

“I’m just, well, a bit of a gay disaster?” Emile got out. “And, I’m inexperienced in general, let alone for this kind of thing I’d been fantasizing about.”

Deceit gave a little smile at that. “That’s alright. It’s okay to be a bit of a gay disaster, it doesn’t turn me off in the slightest. I would hope my client likes me to want something like this. Don’t be afraid to let me know if anything is too much though. I understand how even positive feelings can be a bit overwhelming.”

Emile took a shaky breath. “You’re nicer than I expected. Uh, I mean-“

Deceit laughed. “It’s okay. I put up a certain persona for a reason. Is my niceness okay?”

“Yeah. I mean, for sure right now.”

“We can definitely discuss what level of dominating you would prefer I be for our scenes. That’s the other thing. It’s important to discuss ahead of time what our expectations are, and what we each what.”

Emile nodded.

“I uh, well, because it was a spur-of-the-moment thing, I don’t exactly have a list of everything I would want to cover.”

“Would you want to wait to figure that out before we go further?”

“Yeah, I think so. I mean, I know I wouldn’t want anything with pain. At least not right now, but aside from that. I need to gather myself.”

Deceit nodded.

“I understand. Don’t worry, Dear. There is still plenty of fun we can have with that off the table.”

Emile made a muted sound, that Deceit seemed to revel in. Deceit scooted forward.

“Do you mind if I check something before leaving?” Deceit asked.

“Uh, I’m not sure. Depends on what it is.”

Deceit stood from the couch.

“I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to. And not too much,” Deceit walked over to Emile and leaned over him.

“I just want to see something.”

Deceit leaned closer. Emile’s breath stuttered. Deceit’s expression was a bit hard to read with the mask and being right there.

“Hm,” He said, and pulled away.

It took Emile a moment to remind himself how to breathe.

“What was that?”

“Checking for physical capability.”

That got Emile to blink.

“Just by coming near me?”

Deceit hmmed. “Testing if I felt a physical reaction to being close to you. I already knew you were cute. Having chemistry or sexual tension makes this more fun.”

“So, it will be like a tease then?”

Deceit thought for a second.

“In most cases, yes. But,”

He looked at Emile,

“If you don’t mind unless it’s too soon to offer, I was thinking a bit of an under-the-table arrangement if you know what I mean.”

Emile tilted his head. “Uh, I’m not sure if I do.”

Deceit sat next to Emile and turned to face him.

“You wouldn’t pay for it, as like I said I’m not a prostitute and wouldn’t want it to be like that. But I think you’re cute, and I’m already attracted to you. So I was wondering if you would want to do other things as well. Like BDSM is usually associated with.”

Emile couldn’t help his squeak this time.

“Uh, well. I’m not…opposed. But, could we work up to that? Like with a regular relationship, oh I don’t want to assume if that’s not-“

“No, it’s okay,” Deceit said. “I am open to it.”

Emile nodded. “But, if we are open to things not for every client, I wouldn’t mind some physical touch,” Emile said.

Deceit smiled. “Of course. In what way?”

“Oh, you know…kissing.”

“Can’t wait,” Deceit said. He definitely glanced at Emile’s lips. Oh gosh, Emile still couldn’t believe this was happening.

“So, feel free to call or text me when you are ready, and we can continue our discussions.”

“Uh, are you just going to show up again?”

“Well, I can check if you seem decent or if the place seems ready for me before doing so. I can usually check that anyways.”

Emile opened his mouth but found he wasn’t sure what to say to that still. So he just nodded.

Deceit disappeared suddenly like how he appeared.

Emile had some things to think about as he headed home.

Emile tapped his fingers as he looked at his list. It seemed good. It had taken him a few moments to bring himself to list what he did and did not want from this. Plus, he had to calm down from his first meeting with Deceit. Emile had a feeling there would be more aspects of the dom/sub session to discuss later. He likely hadn’t thought of everything that could come up. When was a good time to meet up again anyways? He thought for a moment before he pulled out his phone to text the other

Emile [Hey, did you have an office? or where do you normally meet with clients for discussions on expectations?]

Deceit [It usually depends on the client’s comfort level. But yes, I do have an official office. Don’t worry. We’re sure to have privacy there 😉 ]

Emile made a muted sound at that again. Gosh, how was he going to go through with this when he was so easily flustered?

He knew that he was already jittery in a fluttery way about this. But he also knew it would likely be better to proceed when he wouldn't get distracted from work.

Emile [How about I meet you at your office for a discussion Friday afternoon? That would work best with my work schedule]

Gosh, Emile hoped he could wait.

Deceit [Of course, dear. If you want, we can keep up with texting in the meantime to get to know each other. Well, as much as I can with a secret identity that is heh. Chatting can help new clients ease into the situation.]

Emile [Yeah, that works.]

Maybe it would be easier if Deceit didn’t see his pink face every time. Ignoring the fact that Deceit could check out a room before teleporting there.

The chatting definitely helped. But Emile knew it still wouldn’t prepare him for being around the other again.

He wasn’t sure what to expect from Deceit’s office. There weren’t sex toys or anything explicitly suggestive displayed like that. Which was good for Emile’s heart. But there was other bdsm type of things displayed around the room. Probably as an example of what a client could look to.

Deceit smirked at him from the other side of his desk. He seemed to be wearing his usual

“villain” getup like last time. Including the mask. He had his hands together in a commanding position under his chin.

“Please, take a seat.”

Emile looked around as he made his way over to the chair across from the desk. This still felt so surreal to Emile. He was nervously excited.

“I see you were admiring some of my props and playthings. Feel free to browse through them. Anything on display is an option. And if you have something else in mind, we can look into that.” Deceit put a hand on his chest. “I am a very accommodating dom.”

Emile let out a little nervous laugh at that.

“Sorry if everything being out like this is intimidating, my dear,” Deceit said.

Emile took a breath.

“It’s-it’s alright. I’m just still getting used to the reality of this.”

“Is this still something you want?” Deceit asked.

Emile swallowed and nodded. “Yes. It’s just, very new. Sorry if I’m being weird about this.”

“Not at all. Trust me, I’m aware of how much this can seem even if it’s something you want. It can take time. But I want to assure you I will help you get used to it as best as I can. So you can relax and enjoy yourself more.”

Emile nodded.

“So, where did you want to start?”

Emile pulled the list onto his lap and tapped his fingers.

“May I ask what it is you want first? Like what you had in mind. Sometimes that helps,” Deceit asked.

Emile hmmed. That did make sense. But he had still never said such a thing out loud.

“or, how about I bring up a starter scenario for someone new, and you can help me adjust it to what you want?”

Emile nodded. He didn’t know to what extent Deceit would start with, but that seemed easier.

Deceit nodded. He sat up and then leaned over.

“Well, a basic fantasy is the dom pushing the sub against the wall. But, I get a feeling you’ll want something a bit different in the beginning. So we’ll put a pin in that one.”

Emile looked down, flustered by the suggestion, and started to play with his hair.

“How about logistics and positions then? Would you want to start off standing or on your knees?”

“H-huh!?” Emile exclaimed, blushing.

Deceit smirked a little then smoothed his face out.

“I just mean a starting position, nothing more. Subs tend to like to visibly see the different levels they are at with their dom. So being on your knees can force you to look up at the dom, and for them to feel more powerful.”

Emile whimpered a bit at that and then whined in embarrassment.

Deceit gave him a knowing look.

“Okay, so that sounds like something you like then. Do you want to start off that way, or be told to go to your knees?”

“Uh…I mean both sound good.”

Deceit hmmed. “We can probably figure that out. Maybe the scene can start with you getting on your knees.

“Now, let’s go over that list.”

“So what I’m getting from this, and I could have guessed this, is the power play.”

Deceit stood up and walked around the desk. Emile turned in his chair.

“May I come over to you?” Deceit asked.

Emile nodded.

Deceit smiled. “I find it’s fun to play a little as we figure out what we both want.”

Deceit put his hands on either side of Emile.

“Looming is good, yes?”

Emile nodded.

“Of course it is. “ He leaned closer. “There had to be a reason the whole villain thing appealed to you. You like a bit of a tease, yes?”

Deceit tapped the underside of Emile’s chin and pulled him to look up at Deceit.

“A demonstration of power with a little touch. Showing desire for you. A bit of a tease. Yeah?”

Emile swallowed, almost unsure how to confirm.

“Yeah,” he said a little breathy.

Deceit smirked and winked at him.

“Lovely. And on top of that, you want a bit of a soft dom that doesn’t take away from the whole villain persona. Maybe, exploiting a bit of a praise kink? Flirting with you even though you know how you get flustered. It’s nice to have that kind of attention, yes?”

Emile whimpered and chanced a small nod.

“Don’t worry, my dear. I enjoy spoiling a cute new sub. And I can tell you’re very good.”

Deceit bent down enough to lean in toward Emile’s face. Emile felt their breath share as Deceit just stayed there for a moment. Then Deceit gave Emile a quick kiss and pulled away. He stood up and walked back over to the other side of his desk.

Emile’s face stayed where he had tried to follow Deceit’s lips.

“Now,” Deceit said, “Let’s discuss some other details that could be fun.”

He gave Emile a moment to get to himself. Hoo boy.

So here Emile was now. He was glad it was in his home in some ways. It felt more personal.

Deceit was smirking at him. They had discussed he might sometimes be in a different dom outfit. But for the first time, the only difference at the start was the heels. A nice touch.

Emile was on his knees in front of Deceit. And oh, that was a heady feeling. His wrists were behind his back, but not restrained yet. Emile wore a sort of black leotard. The only thing that was like his usual getup was the pink tie around his neck.

“Oh look at you,” Deceit said. “Kneeling there all nice and ready to listen to your dom. Aren’t you a good boy?”

Emile inhaled sharply at that, knowing he was already blushing.

Deceit tsked. He let his heels click loudly as he stepped closer. Deceit grabbed Emile’s face and tilted it up.

“Oh, come on now. Don’t hide your noises from me. I know you’re good. So show me you like what you hear.”

Emile’s breath stuttered. Then he nodded.

“What’s that? I want to hear it. Come on.”

“Y-yes. I like to be good,” And Emile made a noise at that.

Deceit gave him a knowing look.

“Yes, that’s what I thought. And good boys have a great time ahead of them.”

He reached forward and untied the pink tie.

“I have a better place for this.”

He walked around Emile, heels clicking again.

Emile felt his wrists get tied behind his back. Oh. This was a strange feeling.

“Try to move your wrists,” Deceit muttered.

Emile moved his wrists and wasn’t able to separate them.

“Not too tight?” He asked.

Emile shook his head.

“Good.”

He came back to Emile’s front.

“Color?”

Emile thought.

“Green,” He said.

Deceit nodded. Then he got out a yellow collar.

“I preferred to see you in my colors,” Deceit said. He reached around Emile and fastened the collar.

“Feel alright?” Deceit asked.

Emile nodded a little.

“Now one thing I like to do with these,” Deceit started. He started to move his finger just barely under the collar and tugged Emile forward,

“Is-“

A sudden noise startled them both. Deceit immediately moved his finger and stepped in front of Emile in the direction it came from. To see what it was.

Well…so much for this being private.

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hoshi-neko-hikari · 2 years ago

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Heartbroken on Valentine’s Day (open rp)

Hikari was happily enjoying Valentine’s Day at her school as she and her classmates were making card baskets. She put a lot of thought into her cards and a lot of color in her basket. She loved Valentine’s Day. It was a day that celebrated love after all.

However, she was not well liked in her class, so when it was time to give out cards, she looked disappointed when her card basket was empty. She frowned until a boy came up to her, seemingly sweet smile on his face.

“Hi, Hikari. Oh, you didn’t get any cards? Don’t worry. I got one for you.” He handed her a card that said I Like You on it. Hikari gasped as her eyes sparkled, until she opened the card. It read “NOT!!” In big red letters. All of the kids began to laugh at her as the color drained from her cheeks.

“Did you honestly think anyone would like you? You’re even dumber than you look!”

Hikari was heartbroken and immediately ran out of the classroom, crying.

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Hikari, Tora, and Rini at Disneyworld (closed rp for @disneycarouselshalie)

Hikari and her besties, Tora and Rini were all super excited for a trip to Disney World. They had everything planned out for the trip, now Hikari just needed to ask her mommy.

She thought since Rini’s mommy invited them to Sesame Place, she’d return the favor and invite them to Disney World with her and her mommy.

“Mommy, mommy! Can we invite Tora and Rini to come to Disney Wowwd with us? Pweeeeeease?” She used the big puppy dog eyes as her go-to tactic.

The other mothers thought it was a great idea and experience for the girls. Not only their first time to Disney World, but also their first time traveling and going on a plane.

All three girls pleaded and gave Shalie the puppy dog eyes. They were heart-set on this trip.

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Someone is walking by, humming a tune.

It seems to be a guy. A fairly short one, though. It looked like he has a pair of wings on his shoulder, a red mane and a pair of ears.

Cat ears. No, Lion ears?

Is this a lion? He seemed harmless.

@drive-by-roleplay

Hikari looked up at the man from her box and noticed his red hair, wings, and cat ears. Hope filled her eyes as she ran up to him. “Papa!”

@drive-by-roleplay

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Hikari's Glamrockin 5th Birthday (open rp)

Hikari was now officially 5 years old. That means she has now grown from toddler to big girl. And she was having her birthday at The Fazbear Pizzaplex! She was super excited and couldn't wait for her birthday party

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Field Trip to Disney Land (open rp)

Hikari was super excited. Her kindergarten was taking a week-long field trip to Disney Land! It was decided unanimously at the PTA meeting and everyone was ecstatic. The only conditions: everyone needed an adult chaperone, they only had a $500 spending limit for food and souvenirs, only one park per day, and they all had to purchase fast passes so they wouldn’t get separated on the rides.

Hikari was pumped and ready to go. She had everything packed up and headed to the bus for their field trip. This field trip was going to be a once in a lifetime opportunity! Nothing was going to ruin it!

Will you join her on this trip?

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In Five Years

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

Summary: Bucky was having a hard time expressing his feelings about finally being free from the Winter Soldier program. To help him out, you suggested writing a letter to his future self and burying it in a time capsule to visit this moment again in the future. The plan was to open the time capsule five years from now. That was until Thanos showed up.

Word Count: 4.9k

Warning(s): Follows the ending of Infinity War (if you know you know ;-;) / canon level of violence in the MCU / major character “deaths” / angst / mentions of blood & injury & death

a/n: This fic is a submission for the love letters writing challenge being held by the lovely @pellucid-constellations. Thank you so much for reading! ♡

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“ Stop fidgeting around. You’re going to throw off the readings.” Shuri held your legs in place on the table. She wasn’t being forceful, but you knew better than to mess up any of the readings. The last person who did was pranked by Shuri for weeks.

“ Sorry. I just have a lot on my mind.” You explained briefly, not wanting to dive into the subject. You weren’t sure you and Shuri were alone. You didn’t want to risk the wrong person or even the right person, hearing your conversation.

“ He will be fine. I have been deprogramming him for months now. The Winter Soldier is a thing of the past,” her tone was definite. You tried to find comfort in her words, but you couldn’t. You wished to be there by his side right now. You knew it wasn’t your place to impose yourself on such an important matter, but you couldn’t help it. You worried about him all the time.

You cared for him.

More than you have for anyone else.

Which was odd, considering before you met Bucky, you could count on one hand the amount of people you kept in your life. You didn’t make any longtime friends at the orphanage you grew up in, and that followed you long after you left it. Life hadn’t been the kindest to you, so you weren’t exactly the most trusting.

You tried to pursue an education, but in the end you couldn't afford it. Instead you found yourself indulging in some underground odd jobs—becoming somewhat of a vigilante. It wasn’t the smartest idea, but it got the bills paid. It was all done through aliases and cash, so you never thought you would get caught.

Then one day you were, by a man named Scott Lang. You were taking on a group of mobsters—and to be fair you were being ambitious taking this on by yourself—and ultimately you ended up being outmatched. If it wasn’t for Scott stepping in and helping you out, then things wouldn’t have ended pretty for you.

“ So, you’re like a water Elsa?”

“ Sure, bug boy.”

Needless to say, you soon became close friends. You became so close that when he showed up in a white van asking you to help out on a “super secret mission” you agreed with no questions asked. Little did you know this mission meant fighting against the one and only Iron Man and his friends.

It was here where you first met Bucky.

He was quiet and reserved, only speaking when spoken to. He reminded you of yourself. There was, however, this look in his eyes that told you everything you needed to know. A brewing storm that was trying to come to terms with the fact that after everything he went through, freedom was so close to being a possibility. You didn’t know much about the entire situation, but you knew who Steve Rogers was and you were used to working outside of the law. Plus, Scott was really excited to work with Captain America and there was no way you could say no to him.

Once the aftermath of the fight was over, you ended up with a decision to make. You, along with the rest of Team Cap, were wanted for allying with Steve Rogers. Steve had insisted you come along with him and his friends to hideout somewhere in Europe. At the same time, Shuri offered you to stay in Wakanda where she could study your powers. While Steve’s offer was tempting, there was no way you were going to give up getting the answers you prayed for all your life.

The only thing you didn’t count on was developing feelings for Bucky Barnes.

Everything you knew about love came from the children’s books and movies they had at the orphanage. Love itself, however, was something you had no experience with. When you found your heart racing every time Bucky was around and your cheeks getting warm—you genuinely thought there was something wrong with you. You even asked Shuri to check your heart to make sure it was okay. Obviously, you never lived that down.

It hadn’t been easy to get close to him at first. Shuri encouraged you to befriend him since out of everyone there, you were the only one that fought on his side, and therefore were more trustworthy. You started off small by keeping him company at meal times and helping him out with chores. He was silent the entire time and it was mainly you making conversation. You soon realized you would have to put in a lot of effort to bond with him.

The effort paid off, though, after a couple of weeks. He started to add on to your stories—telling some of his own. You no longer were the one waiting outside his hut to start your daily tasks, but it was him waiting outside of yours. He began to invite you to meditate with him and take walks along the beautiful landscape of Wakanda. When he finally started smiling and laughing, you knew you had gained a place in his life.

Your romantic feelings for him started as a single drop in your heart, that rippled out into something much bigger. Slowly you found yourself trusting him and opening up to him more. Telling him things not even Scott knew about you. You had to thank Scott, though. It’s because of that friendship that made it easier to ease into another one.

Eventually, it got to a point where there wasn’t a moment you two weren’t together. Except for when he went into intense mind deprogramming. Shuri was removing Hydra’s Winter Soldier programming from his brain to free him. Once she felt satisfied that she had removed it, Ayo from the Dora Milaje, was going to test it by repeating his trigger words to him.

That day was today.

“ You can just kiss him all better if he’s not okay,” Shuri teased you, while the vibranium scanner finished scanning your body. Your eyes widened and you searched the lab for any nosey ears. Unfortunately, there was one.

“ Kiss who better?” Okoye walked into the room, spear in hand. If you hadn’t become friends with these two women during your time staying here, then the heartbeat monitor would have shown more sporadic readings than it was now.

You laughed it off,” Like you don’t know. You and Shuri tease me all the time about it.” Shuri and Okoye gave each other a knowing look, holding in their laughter. “ Only because you make it so fun to.” Okoye continued and you rolled your eyes playfully. Shuri tapped away at a screen, fishing off today's data collection.

“ So did you come here just to tease me or. . .?” You trailed off wondering what she was doing here. Usually, no one interrupted Shuri in the lab unless it was necessary.

“ No, I came to tell you he’s free. Shuri’s deprogramming worked,” Okoye confirmed and you felt a wave of relief go through you.“ Really? He’s really free?” The happiness you felt for him was unmeasurable. Okoye’s features softened at your smile, “ Yes, Ayo told me he decided to have a moment to himself by the campfire. I think he could use some company.” You picked up on what Okoye was insinuating.

“ No, there’s no way I could go. He’s probably going through so many emotions right now—I would just be a bother,” you dismissed the idea. You knew what campfire she was talking about. It wasn’t too far from the huts you were staying in. If he stayed there instead of going back to his hut, he probably wanted some alone time away from everyone.

“ No, it's moments like these when we need the people we love the most to be our shoulder to cry on.”

“ He doesn’t love me.”

“ Shuri should add eyesight to the list of things she is checking.”

You ignored the last comment, trying not to let it get to you. If you started overthinking your interactions—it would end up in many sleepless nights.

Somehow, they both managed to convince you to check up on Bucky. Now you were only a few feet away, watching as the flames of the fire outlined his silhouette. You tugged at your tote bag trying to find the courage to say something.

“ Hey. . .” Your voice was just above a whisper. Bucky turned to you slightly startled. He should have noticed you were near. There were only a few people that could sneak up on him.

You weren’t one of them.

Your breath caught in your throat when your eyes met. His glistened in the moonlight, he had been crying. You had never seen him cry before.

“ I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” you approached slowly before taking a seat on the log adjacent to his. “ I won’t stay long, if you don’t want me to, but I’m here if you need to talk,” you offered, giving him control on whether or not you stayed. It took him a few seconds to speak up, but he eventually did.

“ I don’t know what to say. For decades I was forced to be someone that I’m not, and now that I’m free again—I’m grateful, I really am but—I’m sorry I don’t know how to. . .” Bucky rambled on, fidgeting with his fingers. His eyes were fixated on the fire in front of him. It was like a reflection on what was going on inside of him at that moment—a fiery battle of emotions trying to consume him.

You couldn't understand what he was going through. You’ve never been brainwashed and forced to do things against your will—to be used as a mere puppet by an organization for evil purposes. You wouldn’t know what to say either.

Maybe you didn’t have to say anything.

“ It’s okay if you don’t know how to say what you want to say—here,” you took out a notebook from your tote bag and tore two pages from it. You then rummaged through it, getting ahold of two pens. “ I used to do this thing back when I lived in the orphanage,” you handed a page and a pen to Bucky,” I never had anyone to talk to, so I would usually write down everything I felt. I found it easier than talking,” you explained and he took the items into his hands delicately. It was yours which meant it was precious to him and he had to be extra careful with it.

He stared at you for a few seconds not knowing how to muster a thank you. He was too consumed by the fact of how comforting your presence was. You would never know just how much your kindness meant to him. He couldn’t understand how someone so wonderful could walk into his life and decide to stay.

He hoped you would decide to stay for a long time.

“ I’m not sure I know what to write about either.” He admitted rolling the pen between his fingers. You searched your brain for an answer. “ How about something for your future self? The you of maybe—five years from now. Talk about what you feel now and what you hope for yourself in five years. Write whatever comes to mind,” another idea crossed your mind,” We could even bury it in a small box—like a time capsule. In five years, we could come back and open it and see how much our lives have changed,” you offered and Bucky seemed to like the idea. A few clicks of the pen and he was off, writing endlessly for a few minutes.

Bucky liked the idea of you being in his life five years from now.

You glanced at Bucky a few times, curious to know what he was writing. Of course you wouldn’t pry, but it made you wish you had said you’d come back and check the time capsule in a few months, instead of a few years.

You stared at the piece of paper lost in thought, trying to figure out what to write down. What did you want to tell yourself in five years? There were many things you hoped future you would have answered. Has Shuri figured out the source of your powers? Did Scott finally let you try out his ant suit? Does Bucky find out how you feel about him?

You found yourself matching Bucky’s rhythm of writing. Once you started asking yourself questions, you couldn't stop.

After you both finished writing, you stayed by the fire for another hour, enjoying the company of each other under the moonlight. You decided to cheer him up by retelling the time you and Scott got caught up in a mobster war and it ended with you flooding Alcatraz.

Bucky appreciated you letting him into your life. To him it meant he was important enough to know these things and that you wanted to keep him in your life. Whatever it was that you two had, it was the only thing helping him keep his sanity. He had faith that one day he could be as open to you. That one day the memories wouldn’t be so painful to retell and he could look back at his time in the 1940s and not feel a sinking feeling in his stomach.

Until that day, he was content with listening to you. He loved the sound of your voice.

Back at your hut, it took you no time in finding a little wooden trinket box you had stashed away in your personal items. One of the Wakandan children had given it to you as a welcome gift. There were these beautiful panther carvings all over it. You also searched for something else to add to the box. Once you found it, you met Bucky outside.

“ You don’t have to add anything else—I just decided I wanted to,” you showed him a simple metal ring with a date carved into it,” It was from the orphanage I was raised at. In five years, when we open this again, I want to have moved on from the bad memories of this place,” you expressed as you placed the ring inside the box, along with your piece of paper, folded into fours.

“ In that case—,” Bucky reached around his neck, removing his dog tags,” I’ll put these in too. I want to move on from the bad memories too.” He folded his piece of paper and placed it inside along with the dog tags. You closed it up, deciding to bury it tomorrow morning by the campfire.

You suddenly found yourself hugging him for the first time. Maybe it was the look in his eyes, the contents of your piece of paper, or simply the effects of the full moon that gave you the urge to hold him close. He reciprocated the hug with the same intensity, holding you gently, as if afraid to hurt you. You knew no matter what, Bucky could never hurt you. You tried to convey this through the embrace.

“ Goodnight, Bucky. I want you to know you’re not alone in this, okay?”

“ I know. Your friendship means the world to me. Goodnight, Y/n.”

What he wanted to say was you mean the world to me, but he didn’t want to scare you. If he pushed it too far, you might walk away. He would never forgive himself for that.

Months later, Thanos appeared in Wakanda turning everyone’s world upside down. This wasn’t like fighting off Team Iron Man or a couple of mobsters back home. This was something completely foreign to anything you had encountered before. The weight of the universe was being held on the shoulders of every single Avenger—you felt this in every fiber of your body. You didn’t want to die. There was so much in this world you wanted to do.

You wanted to live. You wanted to love.

You wanted to have a chance to be loved by Bucky.

When you saw him being thrown back by a flick of Thanos’ gauntlet, you felt a new kind of anger awaken in you. One that was fueled by desperation and fear, because in that moment you realized you could lose every single person you ever loved.

You could lose Bucky.

You grabbed the fear consuming you and channeled it to help you do something you had never done before. You were going to control Thanos’ physical body by bending his blood to your will.

You would make him hand you the gauntlet.

You weren’t sure if this was going to work, but you had to try. With as much courage as you could muster, you took a deep breath and approached Thanos. He looked at you like you were the most pitiful prey.

“ Do you not see that—,” you didn’t let Thanos finish his sentence as you concentrated on the blood running through his veins. It was hard to do so when there was a very familiar and concerned voice yelling behind you to stop, but you couldn't stop now.

“ I wonder what color does a Titan bleed?” You thrusted your hands to the right, sending Thanos’ left arm away from his body. This caught him off guard, but he didn’t look worried.

He looked impressed.

Those around you were scattered about having been thrown by Thanos themselves. However, they were ready to jump in if things went south. Thanos had already exhausted what strength they had left, but they knew giving up wasn’t an option.

You used the voice calling out your name to push yourself harder. You managed to pry Thanos’ hand open and maneuver his other arm to take the gauntlet off. You could feel Thanos fighting back your control to send you flying like he did everyone else, but you didn’t let him.

Now he looked worried.

It was a fierce back and forth until you felt your body giving up. Whatever control you had, you felt slip away as black spots covered your vision and your knees threatened to buckle. Your body was hit with an overwhelming wave of fatigue and you felt your limbs lose their strength. You prepared yourself for a face full of dirt when you felt strong arms take a hold of you and whisk you away—you recognized the metal arm.

“ You have potential, my child. What a shame your body is too weak to handle it,” Thanos pitied you and you were convinced he would end you then and there. Instead, he turned and went back to his original target—Vision.

“ Y/n, why would you do that?! You’ve never tried doing something like that before,” Bucky sat on his knees and placed your head on his lap to rest it. He used his sleeve to wipe away the blood dripping from your nose and with nimble fingers he ran them all across your face checking for injuries.

You felt disoriented, “ I-I had to try and stop him. . .I couldn’t—I can’t.” Bucky shushed you,” Y/n, it's okay, I know I get it, but don’t do that again. You had me worried sick.” You picked up the distressed tone in his voice. It’s when you noticed the tight hold he had on you.

“ Bucky, since when we’re there two of you? Not that, that's a bad thing though,” you surprised yourself with your boldness. You weren’t the only one. There was a look of disbelief on his face,” Y/n, I can’t believe you’re flirting with me right now.”

The moment was short lived, as both you and Bucky watched in horror as Vision’s lifeless body fell to the ground with a loud thud.

A silence overcame everyone.

This meant that Thanos now had all the stones, but you still had no idea what he was going to do with them—you just knew it wasn’t going to be anything good.

All hope was lost until Thor came soaring from the sky and dragged Thanos a few feet from where everyone was. You sighed in relief knowing this war was almost over.

You tried to stand up, but Bucky refused to let you go. “ Bucky, I’m fine. Thank you for catching me, but Thor might need our help right now,” you tried reasoning, but he wouldn’t budge. You had never seen him so serious.

“ No, you’re not. Stay here and rest up. Your body shut down on you and just seconds ago you were seeing two of me.”

“ Bucky, I’m not letting everyone fight without me. It wouldn’t be fair.”

“ Y/n, I really thought I was going to lose you back there. Please, just listen to me.” There was a look in his eyes that kept you frozen in your spot. They were pleading with you to not fight with him on this.

You don’t know what came over you, but you raised your hand up to his cheek and cupped his face. His beard tickled the inside of your palm as you wiped a tear that had escaped his eyes.

“ Okay, I’ll stay, but if you need me, call out my name. I can’t lose you Bucky,” for once you decided to be honest with your feelings.

“ Y/n, I—” Bucky’s voice trailed off into the air.

Along with the rest of him.

Your head fell to the ground.“ Bucky. . .?” His name got caught in your throat. You sat up and gave yourself whiplash at how quickly your head scanned for his presence, but there was nothing—just fragments of dust scattered around you.

Fragments of Bucky.

You tried collecting them in your palm to no avail.

You froze, feeling your senses go into hyperdrive. A few feet ahead of you, Wanda also turned to dust and scattered throughout the wind. You tried to focus on something that could help you make sense of what was happening around you.

Where did Wanda go?

Where was Bucky?

Steve came rushing over and kneeled next to you trying to control the tears you could see were welling up in his eyes. He just saw his best friend disappear before them and the look of pure shock was ingrained in his face. Even so, he still checked up on you. “What happened?” He asked and through your shock you managed to squeeze out a small,” I don’t know.”

No one did. Uncertainty of the situation at hand had everyone at a standstill.

How do you avenge uncertainty?

“ Where’d he go? Thor, where'd he go?” Steve desperately questioned Thor over and over again, but Thor only stood there silently staring at the ground, a defeated look on his face.

In the distance you could hear Rodney call out Sam’s name. Sam was gone too? How many people were gone? As the reality of your situation was sinking in, it became harder to breathe.

You knew this had to be Thanos’ fault. He must’ve used the stones to wipe people off the face of the Earth. You prepared yourself to disappear as well, but that time never came. It seemed your life was spared.

You didn't feel so lucky about that.

Steve stood up, struggling to walk. Not because he physically couldn’t, but because the current emotional toll was too heavy for even a super soldier to carry. So much so, that the moment he was able to make his way to Vision’s body, he fell to his knees.

“ What is this? What the hell is happening?” Rodney looked to Steve for an answer, but he couldn’t give him one. As everyone approached and huddled near Vison’s body the only thing that Steve was able to say was,“Oh, God.”

You didn’t know what to do, you just knew you had to get out of there. Maybe you wanted to find Thanos or maybe you just wanted to get away from everyone to be alone to process things. Either way you forced one foot in front of the other and snuck away from the group.

You threw yourself into the jungle in the direction opposite from the Avengers that were left. You walked as fast as your legs could take you. You were still weak from your exceeded effort from before, so you weren’t as fast as you’d like to be. Even so, you used every tree and every boulder to propel yourself forward.

Until you tripped over a rock and fell flat on your back. The wind was knocked right out of you. You caught your breath and held your head in your hands holding back the tears. You couldn’t cry, not right now.

You were too exhausted to lift yourself back up, so instead you found yourself laying on the ground staring at the sky. A million thoughts ran through your head. You started blaming yourself for everything. If you were strong enough to remove the gauntlet from Thanos’ hand this wouldn’t have happened. You were so close, and yet you failed.

You rolled your head to the other side with the intention of cursing the rock that made you fall. Instead, your heart dropped at the sight of it. What you thought had been a rock, wasn’t. It was a cracked wooden box. One that was meant to be buried deep underground. One that was supposed to see the sunlight again in five years.

This broke you.

A few unwanted sobs escaped your mouth. You crawled over to the box and picked it up with shaky hands. You hugged it tightly to your chest—all to comfort a promise that could never be kept.

You no longer had the will in you to fight for anything. You just wanted the world to freeze for a moment—a single moment so you could mourn what could never be.

You felt numb, but at the same time you felt everything at once. You had never felt so many conflicting emotions fight to find a space in you to feel. You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream, you felt like tearing Thanos to shreds, but at the same time you felt tired. Tired of fighting, tired of the bad guys, and tired of feeling the responsibility of the world on your shoulders.

You cradled the box in your arms, contemplating on whether or not to open it. Part of you wanted to see something that belonged to Bucky, but you also didn’t want to invade his privacy.

You fiddled with the cracked lid until you took it off completely. You grabbed the ring you placed inside and wiped off the dirt that managed to get on it. You also picked up the letter you wrote. What was the use of it now? The majority of the questions inside would go forever unanswered.

You then noticed something peculiar. Bucky’s piece of paper, all nicely folded up, had a word scribbled on the top of it. Not just any word, but your name. You took hold of it not believing what you were seeing.

To Y/n.

Why was the paper addressed to you?

You hesitated to answer that question. A part of you wanted to know what the letter said, but another part of you felt it would be too painful to read right now. Whatever was written inside, you couldn’t discuss it with Bucky anymore.

The curiosity ate away at you until it won. With a racing heart you unfolded the piece of paper and read the contents inside.

Dear Y/n,

When you said to write something for future me, I couldn’t think of anything I wanted to say to myself. I could only think about all the things I wanted to tell you or I hoped I already told you before then. In five years, I hope I got the courage to make you mine. I never thought I could ever fall in love after everything that I did. I don’t deserve it, but you make me feel like I could deserve it. Like it's okay to fight for the impossible. I’m no good with words, so this letter won't be too long. I just wrote this hoping that by the time you read this we’ll be together, maybe even living in our own place? You deserve the world and so much more, and even though I might not be able to give that to you, I sure as damn will try. Anything to make you happy. I don’t want to sound cheesy or cliche, but doll you’ve got my whole heart. If I haven’t told you yet, well now you know.

I love you, Y/n.

Yours Truly,

Bucky

At this point you let go. The tears were never ending, and this time you made no effort to wipe them away. Bucky deserved to be grieved properly, and you wouldn’t stop yourself this time.

All you ever wanted was to be loved by Bucky, and without knowing you already had been. Every gesture you interpreted as friendly was his way of saying I love you. From the way he always remembered to bring an extra jacket because you always forgot yours, to the way he always gave you his share of your favorite food at meal times insisting he wasn’t even that hungry, and even to the way he would take on extra chores to make sure you two had more free time later.

The accidental touches, the stolen glances, and the flirty smiles.

You could no longer have that.

You let the truth sink in and guide your body to a nearby tree. You rested against it, hugging the letter close to your heart.

You didn’t plan on falling in love with Bucky Barnes—and yet now that you knew what love was, you had lost it.

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The bleach blonde male sat quietly in the dimly lit room, nothing to keep him company save for the metal chains attached to his wrists that would occasionally rattle when he would shift around, not that there was anywhere he could go to. His face was glued to the floor, his nose letting out a sigh every now and then as he waited for something, anything to happen. He had been stripped of his clothes, leaving him completely bare and occasionally shivering from the cold air that sometimes hit him. He had been locked up for approximately an hour or more since his little.....episode upstairs in the mansion.

Nothing that he regretted though.

Hearing the large door open, his heart nearly leaped out of his chest. The corner of his lip curled upwards in a smirk as he heard the familiar clanking of heels sounding throughout the basement. They stopped right in front of him, one of them impatiently tapping against the floor. He didn't need to look up to know the owner more than likely had her arms crossed and a scowl was visible on her face.

Good. At least he had finally gotten her attention.

"Well? What do you have to say for yourself?"

Still not looking up, he opted for pursing his lips out, looking over at the side as if he saw something that amused him. His demeanor only served to fuel the already burning anger inside the female. Squatting down, she harshly gripped his face and made him turn to look at her.

"Hey! Look at me when I'm talking to you and fucking answer me when I'm asking you a question Wooyoung."

He only let out an unsatisfied huff, finally opening his mouth.

"Little bitch had it coming."

Digging her nails into his skin, she hardened the grip she held on him.

"Excuse me?"

With a grunt, Wooyoung jerked his face away from her hand, a red line now marked across the side of his chin. He looked up with defiance at the woman standing in front of him, her gorgeous body clad in a black leather bustier corset, paired with extremely short cheek hugging shorts with thigh high fishnet stockings decorating her legs.

"I said little bitch had it coming. He kept bragging on and on about how you've spoiled, pampered and constantly been fucking him like you're all some kind of horny rabbits. Well I got news for you, Madam, he's not the only slave you own, not the only one who can please you well enough yet you let him bask in your undivided attention and that only serves to fuel his ego."

The young woman blinked her eyes slowly, the light bulb turning on in her head as she realized what was happening. She let out an amused scoff as she took in the fire burning in her slave's eyes.

"Jung Wooyoung, you were jealous. Weren't you?"

"So what if I was?" He spat back at her, making her frown again.

"Don't you use that tone with me. Remember I'm still your owner and you're still in trouble for picking a fight with San." She reprimanded him.

"What's the use of him working out those arms of his if little baby can't even defend himself?" He let out a small 'tsk.'

"I'm not done with you. Your little temper tantrum just put you in a lot of trouble you little brat."

Loving the use of his usual nickname, he smiled challenging up at his mistress, a twinkle in his eye.

"And what do you plan on doing then?"

He was truly unbelievable. Smirking down at him, she lightly petted his hair, making sure to be all so gentle with him.

"Well....seeing as you've been feeling neglected and in need of my attention, I'm going to make sure you get it..."

Before he could even get comfortable, she suddenly yanked his hair harshly, a harsh grunt spurting out his mouth as he tried to break free once again.

"Along with a reminder about how I like and expect my submissive little slaves to behave at all times."

Letting go of his hair, she tilted his head up once more and struck him across his pretty face, leaving his cheek a bright pink color.

"That's for the busted lip you gave Sannie."

Throwing his head back, he let out a loud and mocking laugh.

"Is that all you came here for? Slap me once and call it a day?"

Not letting his bratty behavior make her lose her temper, though her hand was twitching to put him in his place, she gave him a sweet smile. Hand reaching out to pet his hair, she began cooing at him.

"Oh my sweet little slave, you know better than anyone I'm not letting you go that easily."

Wooyoung couldn't resist leaning into her touch. It had been so long since she'd caressed him like that and he was already melting for her. He allowed her to press him up against the wall, her hands roaming across his chest, his skin so soft and smooth to the touch it'd be a sin not to leave it full of purple and red blotches. Which was exactly what she was going for. Face hidden on the crook of his neck, mouth closing over his beautifully tanned skin, she began to aggressively suckle on his sensitive points. Being the loud brat he was, Wooyoung immediately began spilling out moaned out hums and harsh sucked in breaths whenever she gave him a particularly long suck or sank her teeth into his flesh. When one of her hands brushed over his hardening member, he pressed his hips into her palm. Getting the hint, Y/N chuckled and gripped his base, starting a rather mellow pace as she began rubbing along his length.

"This what you wanted my little slave? Wanted me to get you off like this?"

Wooyoung couldn't keep himself from bucking his hips up. It had been far too long since he'd been touched like that by anyone else and he having been so sexually frustrated for a while, all he wanted was to cum by the help of someone else who wasn't his hand.

"Y-yes! Please! Keep going Mistress. Feels so g-good."

Taking her hand, he urged her to pump him faster, his breath letting out hisses when she finally began jerking him as he wanted to. Y/N smirked against his neck, she had him exactly where she wanted him: needy, vulnerable, but most of all oblivious to what she was going to do. Her free hand reached deep inside her shorts, taking out a little special surprise she had kept hidden away for a specific reason. Wooyoung was so lost in his urgent need to cum he didn't see anything of what was happening. His eyes only shot wide open when he suddenly felt her other hand wrap something around the base of his cock, her movements halting all together and she stepped away from him. Looking down, Wooyoung was not only pissed at being denied his orgasm, but was also somewhat anxious about having a cock ring placed on him. This meant he was not going to cum for a while, and that thought alone made him uneasy and whiny.

"No! Please! Y/N! You can't do this to-yahh!"

Having gone over to the lever that connected to the chains he was wearing, Y/N made it so that his arms were fully raised above his head, rendering him unable to bring them back down and unable to escape the position he was in, back pressed to the wall and at her complete disposition for her to use him as she pleased. Wooyoung knew it, hence why he gulped when he saw her pick up something from the table that had an assorted of toys for her to choose from. He watched as her hand waved over a flogger, a riding crop, hesitated for a moment when it hovered over a paddle. But ultimately, Y/N's eyes sparkled brightly as she unraveled the single tailed whip and began walking over to Wooyoung with a determined look.

"Remember this Wooyoung? I'm sure you do. It was the very first thing I used on you when you first came to live with me. You were such an unruly and untamed little boy, I had to teach you manners and etiquette........."

Wooyoung grunted when she wrapped the whip around his neck and pulled his face close to hers, a devilish smirk in her eyes.

"Let's relive old times."

With a harsh tug, she pulled the whip off from his neck before forcing him to turn around and face the stone wall behind him. He had no time to mentally nor physically prepare before he felt the first fiery sting of the whip clashing against his skin.

"Ah fuck!"

Gripping harshly at the metallic links above him, Wooyoung tried so hard for keep any noises from spilling it but ultimately couldn't. He was extremely vocal and the seering pain of the whip hitting against his back, ass and thighs had him howling out curses and screams that would be heard by anyone who was passing by the hallway outside. Body flinching, every strike further served to make his already hard member throb more intensely against the constraining device placed on it, aching to be allowed to cum. His precum was already spilling out onto the floor at a dangerous pace. He lost count after the 23rd hit, his mind too hazy and filled with lust as his body ached to be released from his torture yet also begged for more.

Y/N finally pulled back after his back was a bright red color, a few bright marks were definitely going to be left for a couple weeks, maybe a month. Although she felt slightly bad, she knew she had to continue, not only for his sake but for hers. If she was being honest, she had grown much too tired of all the other complacent boys, all perfectly submissive babies who were ready to obey her every command and behaved so perfectly well. She wanted to fill like an actual Dom once more and punish a brat for stepping out of line....

And Wooyoung provided just that.

Her heat pooled out a gush of slick when she saw how his body trembled when she placed a hand on his sensitive back, low panting breaths being exhaled from his chest.

"You look so pretty like this Woo. All naked, back red, sweat already forming around the center of it, your pretty cock with the ring around it..."

Wooyoung threw his head back when she reached over to cup his balls in her palm, squeezing and groping at them so intensely.

"But I know you can look even better."

He stiffened and gasped loudly, the sound getting cut off as he choked on his breath when he felt something being pushed up into his tight asshole. He let out a raspy groan when it was fully inserted in. It didn't take a genius to know that it was without a doubt a butt plug, his Mistress always loved shoving one up his ass every now and then, sometimes even making him go a whole day with one inside him. Hearing her giggle, he held in a whimper when she smacked his ass harshly.

"You always did have the cutest butt." She complimented him.

He let out a dissatisfied scoff.

"Yeah right. I've seen you stare and talk about Hongjoong's voluptuous ass more than once..."

Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist, teeth nibbling at his ear.

"Yeah his ass is definitely the biggest, but what's the point if he's too scared to have something shoved in it?"

Letting out a growl, Wooyoung tilted his head away from her, making her frown.

"Still not over that bratty and selfish attitude of yours? And here I was thinking of being nice and actually let you cum as much as you wanted.....but you seem hell bent on making your punishment worse."

Leaving his side, she went back towards the lever and began to loosen it up.

"On the ground, I want you lying on your back."

Grudgingly and with a hiss, he layed on his back, the cold surface surprisingly soothing the burning sensation he still felt on his skin. Feeling generous, Y/N loosened the chains enough to allow him to move his arms as freely as he wanted, though it'd probably be a while for the numbness to go away after having them held up for such a long time. Strutting over to him, she got on her knees and pried his legs far enough to see the red jeweled plug decorating his ass. Bending over, she placed her head so close to his reddened tip, which immediately excited him.

"What?" She questioned him, pulling her face back when he attempted to shove his length towards her face.

"Please~" He pleaded, hips bucking up in the air in desperation, wanting to feel something, anything to help his problem.

"Please what slave? You're going to have to be more specific with me." She teased him as she leaned back in and swiped her tongue up his cock and almost immediately pulled back.

Wooyoung shivered at the feeling of her wet muscle gliding along his length, wanting to feel more of it.

"Please! Let me cum! I'll be a good boy for you!" He cried out.

Y/N pretended to think about it for a second. Then she proceeded to wrap her lips just around his tip, tongue swirling around his slit.

"Oh my! Yes! Please please please!" He shut his eyes at the overwhelming pleasure from just a small action.

Pulling back to spit on his cock, she pumped at the base as her head bobbed up and down and sucked the top. Wooyoung's mouth was an endless pit of constant moans and hisses as he bucked his hips onto her face, cock twitching when she pushed his length all the way to the back of her throat and held it there before gagging on it and pulling back out, the sides of her mouth spilling out a large trail of saliva as she got back to work on sucking him off.

"Mistress! I'm going to cum! Please don't stop! Yes! I'm gonna-"

Just as he was on the brink of reaching the high he so craved, Y/N immediately pulled back when she felt his cock about to stutter. She witnessed sadistically as he let out a pained cry at his ruined orgasm, his hands going to his face and clutching at his hair, hips sputtering and cock wiggling pathetically as he experienced the most intense discomfort and disappointment in his life. He nearly pulled out his own hair as he dropped his arms to the floor and looked over at his Mistress, eyes glassy and red.

"Wh-why would you do that?! I wanted to-"

He quickly shut up when she strangled his neck with one hand, eyes glaring at him.

"I told you I'm not letting you go that easily. If you want your precious orgasm, you gotta beg for it you worthless slave. Show me you deserve it."

Slamming him back down to the floor, she climbed on top of him, dragging her shorts down her legs and tossing them far away somewhere. Wooyoung licked his lips as her wet and succulent pussy came in contact with his face, her thighs placed on each side of his head.

"Now, put that big and loud mouth of yours to work slut. It's not going to eat itself so get to it. If I don't cum, you don't get to cum."

Wooyoung waited for her to lower herself even more before swiping his nose along her slit, shamelessly inhaling her scent. Tongue poking out, he glided it across her folds, paying careful attention to clit. Y/N couldn't resist it and began grinding her hips against his face.

"That's a good little slave, yes. Eat my pussy out like a good little boy."

Running her fingers through his hair, she threw her head back as Wooyoung's tongue skillfully toyed with her clit, lips enveloping her little nub to suck on it. He made sure to hum against it as well, knowing she loved it when he did that. His face was practically making out with her heat, hands gripping her thighs to pull her closer until she was practically smothering his entire face. If there was one thing he had it was eagerness, both to receive but most of all please. Wooyoung's tongue movements were eager and determined, he sloppily licked all over her mound, his teeth sometimes grazing across her folds only adding to her pleasure.

"Ah fuck! Such a good- holy shit! I'm gonna cum Wooyoungie! Gonna cum all over your pretty face and make a mess!"

Tugging his hair harshly, she rode his face in a brazen manner, eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed and teeth clenched as she fucked the poor boy's face. He didn't mind, he just kept his mouth wide open, tongue out to allow her to dig her clit onto it. He was letting out muffled whimpers as her weight practically crushed his jaw, but that didn't stop him from continuing to eat her out like one of the many desserts he loved enjoying. If it hadn't been for the cock ring, he swore he could have cum untouched when her hips stuttered, thighs clenched his head and she grinded herself furiously onto his face as she spilled her juices all over him. He made sure to lap up as much as he could, even after she stilled and sat there to collect her breath. Y/N was a panting mess by the end. Looking down, she smiled at Wooyoung as she got off his face. His hair was poking out in all directions, forehead sweaty, eyes dazed and he had her cum all over his chin, nose and jaw. He looked like such an ethereal mess.

Placing herself back on his hips, she began rubbing herself along his cock, and he immediately responded to her touch.

"Mistress will you let me cum now?" He put on the cutest puppy face he could muster.

"Hmm...i don't know....I want to since you've been good so far...but I don't know."

Feeling her movements slow, Wooyoung bucked his hips up, earning a slap on his thigh from her.

"Don't move."

"I'm sorry! I just really wanna cum! I've been good and I'll be good, I promise! Just please! Keep going, keep doing that. Put my cock inside your hole, even if just the tip but please!"

Y/N loved hearing him beg like he did, knowing she had probably already broken him once more, signaling she won. But she needed to be sure.

"You'll be good? Really? Does that mean you'll behave from now on? Will you even......watch as I fuck Sannie from behind?" She suggested.

At the mention of the other man's name, Wooyoung's attitude changed once again. With the chains rattling, he lifted himself up and began attacking Y/N's neck, sucking and biting down on her skin as his hands began to tear the corset apart.

"Mine! You're mine! I refuse to share with anyone especially that little whore!" He declared fiercely as he managed to tear her corset apart enough to free her glorious breasts, his teeth sinking down on one of them.

Although extremely turned on by his possessive and aggressive behavior, Y/N pushed him away before slapping his face harshly. Wooyoung sat there stunned, eye wide as he stared away in shock. Y/N had never slapped his face before, this just happened on the spur of the moment and she wondered if maybe she went too far.

"Woo-Wooyoung, I'm so sorr-"

"Fuck please do that again." He interrupted her as he grabbed her hand and placed it on his cheek once again.

She was appalled by his request.

"What?! No! Are you crazy?!"

Not accepting her answer and knowing she wouldn't hit him unless she deemed he deserved it, he launched at her once more ripping the rest of her corset off. He scrambled to line himself up to her drenched hole, wanting to pound up into her and fuck her as he wanted. Realizing what he was doing, Y/N pushed him off her once more and this time she landed two slaps across his face. She watched in fascination as Wooyoung's body trembled, his cock releasing tiny spurts of white liquid onto his thighs. She couldn't believe her eyes, he had literally just had a tiny orgasm from being teased for so long and from slapping his face.

It was such a twisted and sickening sight, but it fueled her depraved desires.

"Look at that......who knew you little mutt could cum at the merest of my touches....kinda pathetic don't you think slut?" She shook her head in a mocking way, looking at him with a disdainful gaze.

"Just admit you're enjoying this as well. Your eyes glow with every punishment you throw at me. Can anyone of your other slaves put up with half the torture you throw at me? Hmm? Can they? Admit I'm your favorite toy to play with." He taunted at her.

She calmly got up, ignoring the confused look on his face. He watched her go back to the lever and saw her lift it up. He felt his arms go up once more, just enough so that he wouldn't be able to bring them back down. Then her hand swiftly grabbed something from the table once more. Straddling his chest, he found out what it was she grabbed after she forced it around his mouth, drool coming out as he was unprepared for the ball gag that now adorned his mouth.

"Maybe that will keep your filthy mouth shut for a while as I fuck your cock like I want to."

He groaned in excitement when she pulled the cock ring off him, finally he was going to get what he wanted, a full blown orgasm.

"Oh.....don't get excited and happy just yet slave....I'm not quite done with you."

Having lined herself up on his throbbing dick, she harshly slammed herself down, giving him no time to adjust as she began bouncing on him. Wooyoung didn't care, although he was hypersensitive from being constricted by the cock ring, he felt relieved to have his Mistress' warm and wet walls cover his cock. Although muffled by the gag, he let out joyful mewling sounds as he lost himself in the feeling of her velvety hole. Y/N's eyes stared intensely at him, waiting for him to cum, which would probably come very soon giving how long he had been waiting for it. Just as she predicted, his high came very fast, even he didn't expect it so soon. Through garbled incoherent words, he sputtered underneath her, his hot cum coating up her walls, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt the most mind blowing orgasm he's had since the first time he was broken by her.

Giving him no chance no relax, she lifted herself back up and continued to fuck herself on his dick, small mocking laughter coming out her lips when Wooyoung tried to pull his hands around her to halt her movements, only to be painfully reminded that his arms were chained up.

"I'm not done yet you bitch. I still need to cum....let's see how long that takes."

Wooyoung began thrashing his body underneath her, stifled screaming pouring out his throat as he couldn't handle the overstimulation, especially not after so much denial. She could faintly make out the word 'please' come out his lips, but all she did was slap him across the face once again.

"Shut up! Who's the whiny little baby now? Take what I give you. You wanted to cum so badly, now you're going to get it."

Her breasts bounced against her body, her skin glistening from all the sweat it had accumulated, hair sticking to her face as a wicked smile framed her features as she peered down at the poor boy underneath her. Through teary eyes, he let out choked out shrieks as he felt another orgasm being ripped out of his body, legs kicking out in a futile attempt to move her away from him. Y/N only sped up her movements, feeling her 2nd orgasm fast approaching, especially when taking in how much of a blanked out mess Wooyoung was becoming.

"Look at you pretty little slave making such a mess. Your cum is leaking out onto the floor. Such a dirty naughty boy."

Wooyoung had tears streaming down his face, cheeks burning bright red. His mind had completely shut off at this point, nearly blacking out from all the immense pleasure he was being forced to endure. He no longer had control of his body, his body kept writhing and quivering against his will. He was pretty sure even the people on the other side of the mansion could hear his screams, even if they were being slightly muted by the mouth gag he was wearing. In trying to clench to keep from cumming once more, he only groaned as he felt the butt plug that had never been taken off him. He could no longer hold back, cumming for a third time, more violent than the previous ones, body convulsing under the harsh fucking of his owner as her walls also contracted over his spurting cock.

Holding herself up on his thick thighs, her back arched, panting hysterically as she heavily came all over her lover's cock.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Oh my- Wooyoung!"

If he hadn't been so fucked out and dizzy from the overstimulation, Wooyoung would have had a smug grin plastered on his face followed by a teasing comment, but all he could do was just stare up at the ceiling, face blank even after Y/N slowed down her movements until completely stilling on top of him. Knowing he was too worn out to move, she pulled the plug out of his ass before pulling out of his length. She noticed him shiver when the cold air hit his exposed cock, thighs clenching together. She quickly freed his hands from the chains and caught them before they dropped against the hard floor. Finally, she removed the ball gag off his mouth, all covered in his saliva, lips looking sore and somewhat slightly pink. He painfully grumbled when she lifted his torso up and cupped his face.

"You doing ok?" She scanned him all over to make sure no severe damage was done.

Tilting his head slightly up and down, his eyes began to get drowsy as tiredness began to befell him. Y/N carefully helped him to his feet, slinging one of his arms over her shoulder to help him walk him to her room so she could give him proper aftercare.

"Come on my precious baby. Don't worry about anything. I'll run you a bath and then we'll cuddle on my bed. Does that sound good?"

Although he had his head hung low, Y/N knew he was smiling, after all, he was finally getting what he wanted: her undivided attention.

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You were supposed to just be arm candy for the night. Quinn had strong-armed Bailey into bringing a date for the gala she was hosting. He'd staunchly refused, until she reminded him of last year's party. Maybe it was something in the air, but everyone wanted to either dance with Bailey, or sneak off with him. More importantly, everyone was constantly watching him. It was unnerving, given his history. That's where you came in.

While considering his options, he was forced to face the facts. Eden and his spouse were his only friends. Fuck Quinn, she didn't count. Couldn't trust her as far as he could throw her. Which wasn't far. Her fat tits weighed her down. He didn't trust anybody else to be that close to him the whole night, but Eden would never play along, and he'd kill Bailey before he could finish asking for his spouse to go, which was fair. Bailey had been close to both of them growing up and may or may not have nursed a crush. On both of them. At the same time. Regardless, everyone that attended these parties was some kind of scum. They were, however, very good for networking and making contacts. It's how he found Remy in the first place, after all.

Thus Bailey was left with slim pickings. He could hire one of Briar's skanks, but he couldn't trust they weren't a plant. One that would pass information back to his competition. So that was put. He could rent one of Remy's goons for the evening, but they were ill mannered and ill tempered. They'd no doubt cause a scene. He could bring one of his orphans, but again, they'd cause a scene. Not only that, it'd make him look like a massive pervert. No, bringing an orphan is something the previous caretaker would have done. He sees enough of that monster in himself daily; he didn't need any more. His last option, was to borrow Eden's kid. You were the most beautiful, well behaved little shit he'd ever encountered. Smart and resourceful, you didn't have a lot of love for anyone in town.

Getting his friends o agree was the hardest part. Eden hated the idea of his child going into that town, much less being surrounded by the people who made it awful. His spouse, well, they were skeptical he'd keep you safe. He had a lot of enemies and all of them knew it. What if someone went after their baby because you were with him? New survival equipment and cookware helped convince them. Mostly since it was basically him saying Eden could kill him with a shiny, new hatchet. Or his spouse could beat him to death with their new cast iron skillet.

You were excited to go to a party. Your uncle Bailey brought you to the store and let you pick out all kinds of clothes, just not a gown for the gala. He didn't care about your shape or size. You were wearing a long, open back dress with a slit up to your hips. It was made of black satin and had lace delicately sewn as the collar and cold shoulder sleves. It hugged your assets, the skirt flowing with each move you made. He also got you shiny silver and daimond jewelry, and black, heeled shoes with red bottoms. He even took you to get a mani-pedi. You felt so fancy!

When it was time to attend, you did your hair and make up. It was simple, and a little understated. You wanted to focal point to be on the stuff your uncle got you. He seemed happy enough that you were we wearing the outfit just as he told you to. You were thrilled to please him, after all, he was taking you out of the woods and letting you see the town! You got to meet new people! Besides, it was fun letting him dress you up. You honestly felt a little bad, like you were taking advantage of him. You weren't a child anymore, and he didn't need to spoil you like one.

On the drive to the hotel, you nervously picked at the lace on your dress. Bailey had to take a hand off the wheel and grip both of your hands in his to make you stop. It surprised you at first. Had he ever touched you before? It was usually the other way around, when you'd hug him goodbye. His hands were larger than your's. Calloused and scared, not as bad as your father's. His nails were short and well taken care of, like the rest of him. He chastised you. Your dress was expensive. You apologized profusely.

When you got to the event, all eyes were on you. Your arms wrapped around Bailey's as you let him lead you around. You didn't recognize any of the people other than Quinn. You were happy to talk with her when Bailey stopped to chat. She kept giving Bailey this funny look, like she was trying not to laugh, and wiggling her eye brows at him. If it meant anything, Bailey didn't comment on it, or explain it to you. With Quinn, was a handsome man dressed in horse riding clothes. He looked really out of place. Most people were wearing suits or gowns. Bailey didn't let you speak to him, instead sending you to savage the buffet. He didn't need to tell you twice.

While filling your plate with a variety of hordervs, you felt someone staring at you. An instinct honed while living in the woods. Looking around, you saw a darkly dressed boy watching you. He was really small, you wouldn't have guessed he was your age. His hair was kind of greasy, brushed straight down his face; covering most of it. It made his piercing green eyes stand out all the more. His face turned red and he shuffled uncomfortably when your eyes met. You offered a friendly wave and a warm smile.

Then your attention was back on the food. So many fancy bites to try. You didn't know they made quiches that small! A soft tugging on your sleeve had you turning to see the boy again, now standing in front of you.

"M- My name is Kylar." He said, not making eye contact. He was small, and his body language screamed submissiveness. It made you feel a little more at ease. You could probably kill him with your bare hands if he tried anything. You introduced yourself and offered him a baby quiche off your plate. You weren't a huge fan of meatless quiches anyway.

Kylar held the small baked good in his hands as though you had just given him your heart. You were pretty thankful when Bailey called you back over. As you walked away, you heard someone laughing. A blond boy with hair covering one eye was laughing at Kylar. Did they know eachother? Were they friends? Why was he laughing at his friend? Next to the blond, was another blond boy. The one with long hair, wearing monk's robes, scolded the boy with piercings. They looked like brothers.

When you finally made it back to Bailey, he put his arm around your waist and handed you a glass of champagne. It was bubbly and tickled your throat when you drank it. You drank a few flutes of champagne and felt really funny after the fifth one. Enough so that it was hard to walk without clinging to Bailey. Maybe it was because your face was pressed into his chest, but he smelled really good. You think that's when he decided to leave with you, but it's all hazy after that. Bailey, as it would turn out, was equally hammered. He had enough of his wits about him to rent a room for the both of you, and not drive. But not enough to keep himself from ogling you in the outfit he bought you.

He practically carried you to the room. Which was fine by you. You had a pleasant, warm feeling spreading throughout your body when you pressed against him. After unlocking the door, the pair of you stumbled into the room. It was nice and all, but Bailey had other things on his mind. One other thing, actually. You were so drunk you let him strip you of your jewelry, shoes and stockings. You didn't complain when he removed a but his boxers, not did you mention the damp tent he had going on.

You admired his physic, his scars and his tattoos. It wasn't until he was undressing you, that something in your brain clicked and told you this was wrong. You weakly tried to push Bailey away, your intoxication making hard to move or speak. You whined softly.

"What are you doing?" He ignored you entirely, tearing the gown to rip it from your gorgeous body. You squirmed under him, trying to move away, but he held you firmly in place. His hands felt really good on your hips once they were bare to him, fire igniting every where he touched.

Bailey was achingly hard. Quinn must have put something in his drink. There was no way he wanted to fuck Eden's smoking hot kid as badly as he did. It wasn't like he'd jacked off to the thought of deflowering you before. To sending you home, his seed running down your pretty thighs. Even as you weakly struggled and protested under him, he took off your bra with expert skill. When you tried to cover yourself, he gathered your hands and pinned them above your head.

"Uncle Bailey, stop." You whimpered, your begging only turning him on more. He used he free hand to force your legs apart, so he could settle between them. He thought, for a fleeting moment, about preparing you. No. He wanted to hear you screaming his name. He wanted everyone to hear it. Your undergarments were quickly pulled from your body, leaving your virginal sex exposed to him. Drunk as he was, Bailey was salivating at the sight of you; naked, tears pricking at your eyes, struggling and making the cutest sounds. He was going to fuck you till your pussy molded to the shape of his cock. His underwear went next, tossed carelessly across the room. Again, you tried to wriggle away from him.

"Uncle Bailey, please. I don't want this. I- I've never-" His lips crashed into your's before you could finish speaking. His tongue invaded your mouth, your teeth clacking together in his desperation. More focused on getting your mouth free, you were only distantly aware of Bailey lining the crying head of his cock up with your wet hole. It came to the forefront of your thoughts when he pushed against it. He was huge, bigger than you thought he would be. Not that you thought about it before. He was your uncle, why would you? You gasped as he groaned. Then, in one forceful thrust, he burried himself to the hilt in your tight, no longer virgin pussy.

"Fuck, I felt that. Were you waiting for uncle Bailey to pop your cherry, sweatheat?" He gave you no time to adjust, setting a desperate, needy pace from the get-go. You were crying fully now. The stretch of him hurt! It hurt and he was hurting you more by moving!

"Hu-u-urts!" You sobbed, encouraging Bailey to force your knees to your chest.

"Only for a little bit. It'll feel real good in a minute, treasure." Bailey nipped your lip before moving to take your nipple into his mouth. His lips sucked at the sensitive nub while his talented tongue flicked against the tip. He groaned against your soft skin when your pussy clamped down on his cock. His movement faltered for a beat or two before regaining his rhythm. He continued groping and teasing your chest until your sobbing became choked, unbidden moans. You bit your lip, trying to keep yourself quiet He felt your walls relax around him, making moving easier.

"Didn't I tell you, kitten? Fuck, you love this, don't you? Love having uncle Bailey's fat fucking cock wrecking your little pussy." You hated it. You hated him. He was right and it made the shame that much harder to bear. It didn't hurt anymore. The burning sensation from his cock felt good. It felt so good you wanted more. You felt so full, almost complete. Try as you might, he had you singing for him.

Bailey let go of your hands to force your knees to your chest, folding you in half and giving him easy access to a spot inside you that you'd never reached. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth and your eyes rolled back into your head as he abused the sweet spot inside you. A tight, clenched sort of feeling began winding inside you. You found it hard to breathe suddenly, his name on your lips like a prayer.

"Fuck, yes, that's right. Fuck, you fucking love my cock." Bailey's pace increased, barely pulling out anymore before plunging back in; working the base of his cock and letting his heavy balls slap against your ass. He was ready to cum, but he refused to finish before you. A little denial never hurt him. He enjoyed it every now and then when he was getting himself off. Oh, but your tight little heat, absolutely dripping for him felt so much better than his hand. Far better than he imagined.

"Gonna fuck you all night. Gonna wake up and fuck you again in the morning." You arched your back orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave. You cried out, incoherent as he continued to abuse your cunt; using your orgasm and the rythmic clenching of your pussy to get off.

"God! Fucking, yes! Gonna send you home with my cum gushing from your tight little pussy. Keep you coming back for- fuck!" Bailey's rhythm lost it's beat. He frantically fucked himself into you, desperate for his high.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Bailey, honest to god, moaned your name as he came. Pressed to the hilt inside you, he worked himself through his orgasm, prolonging it by grinding himself into you. The feeling of his pubic hair harshly rubbing against your clit pushed your over sensitive body to another high.

He didn't give either of you a chance to rest or recover. Flipping you over, he stared rolling his hips into you again. You whimpered and begged for a break, only for him to slap your ass, leaving an angry, red hand print, and laugh at you.

"Your body belongs to me now, and you're not going anywhere till I'm done with you, kitten." You whimpered as he pushed you down into the mattress, fucking his cum out of you as he prepared to fuck more into you.

Bailey never had much of a sex drive. He didn't know if it was from the abuse he suffered growing up, or if it was natural. Frankly, he didn't want to know. What he did know, was that it left him the a hell of a lot of stamina. You were in for a long night, and when you got home, you'd have to explain to your parents where your bruises came from, why you were walking like that, and why you needed to start visiting Bailey on the weekends.

In a couple of months, you'd have to explain to them why you have a bun in the oven.

(- anon 🚩 bad uncle Bailey takin it from noncon to dubcon gets me hrrrnnngggg.)

Bailey having a crush on both Eden and Pre-PC at the same time makes me think about them double teaming him after a night out drinking.

But also bad uncle Bailey breeding his sweet little niece, keeping her nice and dripping with cum at every chance is such a lovely image. Looking his best friend in the eye and telling him they had a wonderful time, he even took her somewhere to eat out!

Current-PC trying not to blush at the horrible puns Bailey makes about the various ways he's fucked her so Eden doesn't figure out what happened.

#🚩 anon #spill your guts #younger au #tw dubcon #tw noncon #Bailey the Caretaker #tw pseudocest

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maletfsstories · 4 years ago

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New Slut In Town

He said a few bad things at the bar, alcohol really brings the worst in everyone of us doesn't it, he had been rambling and saying not so good things about a certain effeminate fellow.

He had even been filmed so that his remarks could be used against him, but the internet wouldn't have the opportunity to ruin his life as the universe decided to step in and take things into its own hands.

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David entered his apartment, he was pretty much moving from side to side as the effects of the alcohol still fogged his perception.

As he finally found his bedroom he slowly walked towards his bed, he removed his shirt but as he tried to remove the rest of his clothing he suddenly collapsed in bed.

The alcohol finally made him pass out, as he stayed in his unconscious state things around him and about him started to change and adapt as punishment for his words.

His body in general was first, his impressive stature rapidly diminished, leaving him at five feet ten.

The muscles he had after long hours in the gym became smaller.

His biceps and arms became less impressive, but they were still prominent enough to show some small amount of gym work.

But in his trunk the changes were diferent, his bigger pecs now looked cartoonish in comparison to the rest of his body, his twelve pack was replaced by a more slender stomach that still featured a respectful six pack.

Then the changes affected his lower body, his previously okay legs were now the center of muscle as his thighs became progressively bigger.

His more femenine form and smallness was now more present as from his back the two globes he called ass increased in size leaving him with a set that would make any woman envious.

The changes then moved towards his head and face, the most radical change was his hair, it became a very well kept platinum blonde.

Then his masculine features were replaced with a more cute and young appearance, his lips also increased in size leaving him with a pair of kissable lips.

As the changes to his body finished the room and apartament he was in started to alter, instead of the conservative decorations and furniture in their place we're now more colourful and minimalist replacements.

Photos in the walls of him now had the altered him displayed, his closet now sported a new range of revealing colorful clothing instead of his suits and ties, the clothes he was previously wearing disappeared and in it's place a pink thong was now covering his smaller equipment and exposing his bubble but.

The final change was the sudden apparence of a pride flag on top of his bed.

David slept peacefully in his altered state and body not knowing what was to come when morning arrived.

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The morning sun rays touched David's fair skin, he moved to the other side of the bed as the sun started to bother him.

Finally he woke up and got out of bed, he moved towards the bathroom and removed his pink thong

As he removed it he felt like something was wrong, as if he would never wear something like that.

Rapidly he shrugged those thoughts out of his head, he turned on the shower and felt relaxed as the hot water poured down in his body.

He started to feel a weird sensation as he continued being under the stream of the shower, it was obvious that he was feeling horny but in a different way.

David's gaze moved down at his back, to be more precisely at his ass, he felt like it needed to be filled with something but the what was a complete mystery to him.

As he finished bathing he got out of the shower and started to prepare for work.

He took more time than normal as he applied a huge variety of cosmetic products for his skin and for his hair.

As David looked at himself in the mirror a pair of thoughts appeared in his head, wasn't he taller and more built in the muscle department.

David giggled femininely at those thoughts, he was never really tall, why was he thinking he was diferent?

As he got out of his bathroom David walked naked toward his closet, he opened it and looked with amazement at the huge variety of clothing he had.

He ended up picking a pink tank top and a pair of black shorts, as he looked at himself in the mirror he smiled.

He looked perfect and the new shorts he now remembered buying really showed his ass.

As he finished preparing himself he walked out of his bedroom and cooked a small breakfast, when all was done David left his apartment and started walking to work.

Many men looked at him during the duration of his walk, some with disgust but others with complete hunger in their stare.

David giggled again this time thinking in sleeping with all of the sexy men that observed him.

After a few minutes of walking he finally arrived at his workplace, he entered the elevator and waited until the doors opened at his floor after pressing the corespondent button.

The doors opened after a few seconds, David walked out of the elevator and entered his office, for some reason there wasn't anyone in their desks.

Had he lost a company memo or something?

His thoughts were interrupted by the booming voice of his boss.

-"David is that you?"

David looked at the end of the office were his boss was standing, the man was a complete turn on for him and he started to imagine sexual scenarios with him.

But before does thoughts could continue he started to rethink them, he would never had sex with his boss right?, He is hot but having sex with him would be completely unprofessional.

-"Yes boss its me David, were is everybody?

-"today everybody had the day free for themselves, did you forget?"

David giggled, how could he forget that today he didn't have to go to work? "

-"Ok boss, I will try pay more attention next time, if there isn't anything else you would like to discuss I'm going home"

David made a dash to the elevator but before he could summone it his boss had another thing to say.

-"Actually I want to talk about something with you in my office"

David walked away from the elevator towards his boss's office, as he entered his boss closed the door behind him and pinned him on the wall.

He then planted a kiss in his lips, at first David was confused and scared, what he was doing was way below the belt, he was his boss, why was he kissing him? "

But these feelings didn't last long as David rapidly started to respond to the kiss.

The hands of his boss then moved towards his pants, he opened his zipper and belt letting his hardening dick out of its prison.

David instinctively got on his knees but before he pleasured the man in front of him he took a good look at his dick.

He felt slightly repulsed by it and like he had never sucked a dick before in his life, why did he even get on his knees in such a submissive manner anyway?

Before David could continue thinking about his situation his boss grabbed his head and forced him to take his dick in his mouth.

After a few seconds of doubt David started to take the dick like a pro, his boss moaned as David continued pleasuring him, as he did David started to remember the years of sucking dick, these memories made every doubt that formed thanks to his actions disappear as he know sucked his boss's dick with pleasure and need.

His boss finally released his load into his expecting mouth, David happily swallowed his seed and liked his boss's dick clean.

-"You liked that bitch?"

David giggled again as he got up his knees, after one last kiss David walked out of the office and started walking towards his apartment.

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After getting home and resting for an hour or two David was on the move again as he remembered today he had a photo shoot in his apartment.

He picked up and putted on what he was going to be posing in, it was a latex made harness with a skimpy leather thong.

The photographer arrived at around noon just as David had finally ended preparing himself.

He took a few hundred pictures and left after about an hour, at this point David thought he had the day completely free so he walked towards his bedroom again.

But before he could shed an eye in his bed his phone started blasting a pop like song.

David picked up his phone and accepted the call, it was his agent, he was waiting him at the recording studio for the porno shoot.

At first David was confused, he remembered sucking dick and sleeping only with men but he could clearly remember never doing porn in his life.

But as his agent spoke David started to remember, he had done porn since university to pay for his tuition and fees.

Not only that but he also lived in a posh part of town, he obviously couldn't pay his lavish life with an assistant job and some photo shoots from time to time.

He did porn to get money and to do what he did best, to suck cock and get his hungry hole stuffed as many times as possible.

He finally ended the call and got ready, he grabbed a black crop top and another pair of black shorts.

As he was finishing he grabbed a pair of sunglasses and left his apartment, his only thought in mind was that he was finally going to get his hole stuffed.

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After arriving at the studio everything started rather quickly, the cameras started rolling and David got into character.

As the cameras recorded everything David could only see and feel stars and pleasure as the dick he was riding stretched his tight hole.

He couldn't imagine Living any other life of that of, money, dick and sex.

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The Universe had done it's job.

#reality change #mental change #Muscle loss #solo story

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monstas1ut2 · 4 years ago

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Obey Me x POC!Reader!

~Warnings!~

•Mention of sex

•Things Escalating To Sex...

•A Bit Steamy

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"How You Both Are At A Human Party"

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-Lucifer

-We all know Lucifer is wearing one of his best suits for the occasion, because Diavolo's parties are always.. elegant in his eyes. Unless, mammon is added to the mix... and alll the low level demons in the vicinity... but this time... a human party...? He was starting not to like it... but Anyways, you'd wear a long and loose dress, but it fit you... you know? Like everytime you'd move... you ass would jiggle ya know?... along with your thighs which Lucifer has a love and hate relationship with... he just doesn't want anyone else looking at you... we all know he's possessive.

-Being with Lucifer at a party was pretty dry before you, that is... So when you heard music you loved you'd lightly wine your hips... And Lucifer couldn't help but get annoyed at the fact that some of the men were watching you. So where was he? Right behind you, his gloved hands touching your waist lightly before bending down and burying his face in your neck... you face having a smirk as you rolled your hips against him... occasionally switching to throwing that ass back-! Sorry... But you did and well you only got more looks... and you'd even say the nasty lyrics that Lucifer low key loved..

-Other than dancing though, he'd have your hand the whole time... not wanting anyone to try and kidnap you.. even though he knows they'd bring you right back because you're a handful..

-You both are pretty messy at the party, no not physically.... never that... But if you both peep someone being sloppy or someone wearing something that looked trash.. you both are going to give each other 'the look' and just sip at your drinks..

"When we arrive back home, face down... ass up...."

-Mammon

-We all know baby is pretty flashy, so he's most likely wearing anything that says 'I'm rich' can't really explain that much more.. but he would have to wear a suit if Lucifer forced him. Anyways, you're most likely wearing a tight dress with some wedges. He kind of wonders how you can walk in them but you just say because you're a bad bitch.

-Mammon is pretty fun at a party, he isn't afraid to act a bit wild and have fun... We all know that.. So when you started grinding all on him and taking his hands, making him grab your boobs in the back of the party with the music blasting!!... he went along with it... watching as you sung some of the songs which were nasty... He couldn't help but catch your ass each time he'd feel you throw it back and or wine against him. Your giggles making him smirk just a little.. see this is what riles him up... this is what turns him into dominant Mammon instead of submissive Mammon.. expect your back to be beat in later..

-Throughout the party, you and Mammon do this thing where who ever steals the most shit.. is the winner... and let's just say... mr Lucifer wasn't so happy when he heard about it, scolding you both of course but you had already sold everything...

"Oi... Do that again..."

-Leviathan

-Okay so we all know he hates human interaction anyways.. so did he dress for the occasion? Eh, not really... but he was just happy that you were happy.. You were probably wearing some jeans that flared out at the bottom a little-twerkable jeans-, with sandals and a soft crop top. He'd say you'd look cute and you did but in his mind.. jealousy was trying to come out when you both got there.

-Leviathan is quite boring at the party, he's over there playing his game and watching you dance from a far. He can't help but almost drop his hand held game when he saw how the lights hit your melanin skin... just watching as you vibe in your own way... He just wished he had the confidence to dance with you... though he didn't need it.. You were over there with him in seconds when you saw him staring and you lightly kissed his forehead before pulling him to his feet and you two were basically alone so you let him vibe with you... you showed him how to actually catch your movements and he was a damn natural... Playing that damn game isn't the only thing he's good at... heh... heh...

-You two eventually go back to your games and he was pretty surprised to see that your purse-the one he was guarding the whole time- had your game in it too.. and from that day on.. he wanted to go buy a ring so he could marry you..

"That was... fun"

-Satan

-Actually wearing something calm, he's the only brother that is actually in the middle of not too over the top and not too under the damn top... You could say it's something like his regular attire. Anyways, you were wearing this pretty one piece outfit that gave you the best cleavage and it had a collar so you popped that collar period.. anyways.. you had some pretty heels to go with it.. and Satan was actually in a trance... your ass was too jiggly in that one piece... wait-

-When you two are there, he actually asks you to dance... he doesn't ask you to teach him because he already knows how to do this.... So when you started leaning back against him, he did not expect to be pushed against the wall like that by only your ass.. so he kinda blushed pretty badly.. feeling your ass up against him like that..??? He said no no and dragged you to the bathroom...

"Knees... now..."

-Asmodeus

-Wearing something over the top just like Mammon... We aren't even going to talk about it, but he looked hot so.. Anyways he helped you with this and gave you a short dress... but it was still move-around-able so you paired some heels with it and you two were off.

-Asmodeus stays at your side, he most likely gets tipsy but he's so loyal now that he doesn't even acknowledge the other females or males... he just wants you on his lap. You notice how much of a good boy he's been so you tell him that before giving him a whole lap dance in front of the whole crowd... he loved it... and yes.. he would remember it.. the way your ass jumped up and down.. the way you looked back at him through those long eyelashes.. maybe he came?...

-The rest of the party was just him following you like a puppy...

"(Y/n)-Chan.... I'm horny...."

-Beelzebub

-He's wearing something normal, probably his normal attire... He's only there to eat the food and when he does.. he ends up eating everything... Ahm... You're probably like Beel and you just have on some biker shorts with a jacket. He doesn't mind you showing so much.. it's your body... but he can't say it didn't turn him on like a light switch.

-At a party with Beel had to be the most funniest thing ever.. all he's doing is eating everything... and what are you doing? Eating everything right along with him... but other than that... you end up telling him you'd like to give him a lap dance.. he knows what that is.... he's not that innocent but he's never had it done to him before of course... so when you started grinding against him he couldn't help but blush wildly... looked like he was going to burst... though those huge hands of his were under your jacket and on your waist...

"I-... I'm hungry (Y/n)... no I don't want that.. I want you..."

-Belphegor

-Belphie is most likely wearing his regular clothes, he can't be bothered with this.. especially since he hates all parties. But nooo.. Asmo wanted everyone to go and you just had to agree.. he wasn't happy right now.. But he did like what you had on... You had on a zipped up dress, it was long sleeve too.. and he wanted to just unzip it... and fuck ya brains out... Anywho-...

-This man... we all know what's going on... He's sleep in a random person's room... He's there and you can't find him... eventually you do and he's there sleeping so you end up getting a little annoyed.. though halfway through the party he wakes up and noticed that you're there and he knows your mad... but somehow you still end up agreeing to him fucking your brains out in this random room... only because he said you looked hot so... and the party was almost over anyways...

"Heh, never seen you so eager.."

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#obey me scenarios #black reader #poc reader #lemons #shall we date asmodeus #shall we date beelzebub #shall we date belphegor #shall we date leviathan #shall we date lucifer #shall we date mammon #shall we date satan #boyfriend scenarios

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athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit · 4 years ago

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Of Ice and Blood

Part 7

Pairing: Tai'chi Kashharzol (Orc) x Pearl Blackbell (Fem!Human/Reader)

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: Violence, brief mention of attempted rape (minor character)

Tai'chi gently lets go of your hand as the two of you approached the building entrance, students filing out of the rooms, chattering as they made their way to their next class.

As much as you want to feel the warmth of his hand as he held yours, both of you didn't want to risk any more brash acts, having enough of what had happened in less than a day.

You are tired.

One more jerk approaching you with a snide, insulting remark will send you off into a frenzy of kicking everybody's ass. Your father always scolded you for this, lecturing you about the importance of training your self-control, to not let your temper get the best of you.

Come to think of it, if Tai'chi hadn't stopped you earlier, you would've lashed out at David without a second thought, which will then put you in a bad position, making everything far more complicated.

Worst case, they would have expelled you right away.

Self-control, huh. Should've listened to Papa and worked more on it.

You weren't paying much attention to where you were going as you walked through the slightly crowded halls. You let out an "oomph" as you bumped into someone's...arm?

Your apology didn't make its way out of your mouth as a tall, blonde elf, snapped.

"Watch it, human."

The elf gave an irritant side glance as they passed, looking down at you, literally. Like most elven kind, they were slightly taller than the average human. You scented them, subtle, taking in a smell that confused you. The usual sourness is there, but mixed with something sweet? Perhaps the elf was not a bad person after all. Sweet scents from your experience were good.

Kind, even.

"I'm sorry!" You called out, with enough volume, so they could hear you. Your apology was genuine, with a small smile hidden behind your mask. All you got was a 'hmp' in return.

Hey, at least they heard you. You really didn't mean to bump into them, maybe they didn't see you, in regards of your height.

Which wasn't much.

You turned to Tai'chi, and as always, he was watching you, his gaze soft, his face neutral, but you caught a small tug of his lips before it goes back to his previous expression as you went to your class.

Once you stepped inside, you subconsciously looked for vacant seats in the back. Luckily, there were still a few students when you arrived, the pink pixie and the lizard person catching your attention first. You waved as you pass by where they sat. The pixie waved back, seemingly cheerful with your greeting. The lizard person beside her, however, only gave you a curious eye.

You took your seat, Tai'chi following suit and took his beside you, the chair slightly creaking under his weight. You held your breath, releasing it after a moment when the chair didn't break. Tai'chi hummed in amusement.

A moment later, an old, white-haired man entered, followed by a couple of students in your class. He wore a light grey undershirt, a black vest with a red tie, matching black slacks and shoes, along with square-rimmed glasses.

You didn't see him in the office earlier so you have no idea what he's like.

"Good afternoon, students." The teacher began as he wrote on the blackboard. The class responded to his greeting before he continued with his aged voice. "I am Professor Hurton Flemming. I will be the one teaching you your General Mathematics. We will be..."

You listened to Professor Flemming as he briefed the class on what you will be tackling in his subject for your freshmen year.

"Please raise your hand if your name is called. I would like to know the names and faces of my students under my care this year." He took out what looked like a journal and started calling your names.

Turns out, the girl who shoved you this morning was Tiffany Morai. She did sound and act like a Tiffany, like a bitch.

No offense to the other Tiffanies out there.

Lilia Fontaine, the pink pixie. Her name suits her cheerful and bright personality just from her scent when you passed by. She smelled like an assortment of flowers. You weren't good with figuring out their names but you could hint marigolds, which was abundant where you were from.

The lizardperson, Eznet Novak, you found out right after. You couldn't scent them much, just a whiff of some earthy mineral you didn't know.

You thought back on what Tai'chi had told you in regards of your ability.

I should ask him later.

Eznet seemed apprehensive of you, too. Maybe they don't like humans in particular? Or is it because of your mask? People who wore masks are usually deemed suspicious so it seems.

The blue tiefling and the dwarf from earlier weren't present, you noticed. Perhaps they skipped or went somewhere else, another class maybe.

You looked to your seatmate for help when you missed someone's name. Tai'chi felt your eyes on him and he leaned down for you to whisper.

"What's the elf's name again? I spaced out for a second there," you asked.

"Her name's Arlenre Vinela."

Tai'chi whispered back, tilting his head to your ear. You couldn't help but feel a little shiver run down your spine at his rich voice. You hoped he didn't notice it. You almost forgot the name again.

"T-Thanks."

He huffed out a reply as he sat back in his chair. He briefly gauged your reaction, quite proud when he saw that slight tinge of color on your ear.

The two of you raised your hands in attendance, being the last ones called.

Once the professor was done, he left everyone to use the time left for chit-chat and other things as long as we don't cause problems. He is caring and openminded, you wondered what he's like when teaching actual lessons in class.

Ligh chatter filled the room, some in hushed voices, others in a casual one. You glanced to your right at a group of humans halfway across the large room as you sensed their eyes on you. They grimaced when you saw them and went back to gossip amongst each other.

You try blocking out their scents, letting out a tired sigh when you couldn't, you shut your eyes and attempt to get some rest before anything else happens, resting your head on your arm and desk.

What are the chances that a ball of paper would be thrown in your direction right after?

Pretty high.

The orc saw it flying over and caught it in his fist before it hit you. He shot a glare in their direction, huffing when the students pretended to have nothing to do with the paper.

Tai'chi suspected some worded insult inside, so he chose not to uncrumple it, shoving it inside his pocket instead. He'll throw it once he sees a trash bin on the way out.

You weren't aware of what happened and even if you felt the air move, you wouldn't care much. The day's events were catching up to you slowly, you're pretty sure once you step inside your apartment you'd pass out.

For what seemed like half an eternity later, the bell rang for the last time today.

"...Pearl." You two walked out, Tai'chi slowing down his steps for you as he took notice of your drowsy state.

"Hm...?"

"You are tired."

"Mhm yeah...that I am." You replied, yawning behind your mask. Tai'chi chuckled at this, he found you cute everytime.

"Would you allow me to walk you home?" He offered once the two of you got out of the school building.

You perked up, blinking away rapidly.

"W-walk me home?"

"Yes...? But if you're not comfortable with I unders—"

"No! I mean yes!" you spluttered, "I mean— I-I would like that...you walking me home, Tai'chi." Your little outburst drew some attention, but you were pre-occupied to even bother.

Tai'chi breathed out, "Good. That's good. I would like to talk to you about the, uh, courting, if that's okay with you? If you're exhausted we could talk tomorrow." There was no lie on how your eyes looked, you need to rest.

"Nah, I can pay attention for that," you insisted. "I'd like to know what these courting rituals are, today, so I'll know what to expect...and stuff. I seriously have no idea. I never ever, ever had any...suitors? Yeah, suitors."

Huh, now that you think about your past, you didn't find anyone you were attracted to, much to every other girl's convenience and annoyance when you wouldn't react like them when the "campus sweetheart" walks by, squealing and batting their eyelashes, puffing out their chests and raising their hips. They all acted the same way and you found it confusing why they'd do that, alienating you in the process.

"Not even one?" The orc was secretly baffled and relieved to hear that, but he'd never admit it out loud. Maybe.

"Before you? Hell, there are none. I don't think they know I exist, until I get into a fight with them or if they caught word about my reputation, I guess," you shrugged. "You see, uh, most people don't really like the thought of girls who are strong, and psh...capable of anything else other than being submissive, curvaceous and flirty with those skimpy skirts." You say to him, waving your hand in front of your face. You were out of the gate already, so you head right, Tai'chi an arm's length away to your left.

He grunts as he pondered about how those human men are blind and shallow in their choice of interest. Who would not want a strong woman? One capable of handling herself in undesired situations and protecting others?

The answer to that was obvious.

You remained silent for a while, the rush of vehicles and the buzzing of the city surrounded you as you got lost again in your own thoughts. You saw groups of high school students chatting along as they passed.

Tai'chi would glance at you from time to time, paying attention to your features, your tight braid swaying slightly behind you as you walked, and your hands hidden inside your hoodie. You took a left and crossed the street, and then a right after 8 minutes of walking straight, the area you were currently in was quite deserted in the early evening...

A scent.

You stood still, frozen as your nose caught something faint. Something familiarly bad.

"What's wrong?" Taichi asked, his brows furrowing, concerned as he watched you— why did you stop?

"Tai'chi, do you smell that?"

He inhaled the air around him, catching a whiff of something indecent and awful, he frowned, alarmed when he realized what it was.

Lust and fear.

A distant scream slit through the silence and you bolted.

It took a second for Tai'chi to follow, taking large hurried steps as you ran ahead of him towards the origin of the distress.

When you arrive in a dark dingy alley, you pulled out a pair of nunchucks from your bag, the red and black patterns barely visible in the shadows, your knuckle dusters on your left, fingers gripping them tightly. You saw a young girl, her uniform that of a high school student, similar to the ones earlier. She was held down against a wall by a brawny tattooed arm of a man, his hand slowly trailing up her skirt as the other people with him rummaged her school bag.

"P-Please let me go...!" She begged as she squirmed under his grasp.

"There now, little girl, you and I are gonna have so much fun tonight," he breathed at her neck, humming lustfully as he groped her thighs.

You didn't bother making a sound as you lunged, going for the first one as you whip your weapon and hit the back of his head. This startled him, letting go of the girl in the process as he stumbled back, she only sat there, shocked in place.

"What the fu—" You shut him up with a punch to his gut and another one to his jaw. He drops to the ground, unmoving, you hit him too hard, apparently. Not dead, at least.

You got to caught up on your front that you failed to notice the one behind you.

Shit.

Curse yourself for being such a reckless ass when you're lethargic. You braced yourself for whatever was coming, arms raising up to cover your head defensively.

A second passed but nothing happened, nothing hurt. You opened your eyes when you heard a strangled cry and saw a man, held at his neck against the wall by none other than your orc.

W-Wait he's not my orc!

Tai'chi disarms him and buries the knife into the wall just beside the their face, cracking the concrete in the process. He let out a low growl, reigning the urge to simply snap their neck for trying to hurt you. He glared down at them, the man shaking under his hold, terrified.

Your attention was quickly drawn away by a yell of someone heading for you, seeing a glint of another knife, you dodged as he repeatedly tries to stab. You wrapped the chains of your weapon around his wrist when he swiped, twisting it and making the man scream out in pain. You punched him square in the face, a tooth flying off as he spit blood. He falls down to the ground, just like the previous guy.

You attempt to chase the last one that scampered away. The quiet woosh sounded in the air made you hault. A small brick, you saw, flew over you and it hit the guy right on the head.

Anddd he's out. No, he's not dead. I think.

Tai'chi, (who else would've made that shot?) just saved you the trouble of running again. You doubt you could even reach the guy, you'd pass the fuck out within 50 meters.

You exhaled loudly, your hands on your hips as you let your body come down from another rush of adrenaline.

For like, five goddamn times now. You just can't catch a break today for fuck's sake!

While you were cursing every wicked thing out there, a whimper reached your ears, immediately silencing your thoughts.

Ah, right, the girl.

"P-Please don't h-hurt me." She cried out, her scent was heavy in fear, terrified as she stared at the orc who stood beside a man that lay unconscious at his feet. You ran to her, holding her face in your hands as you force her to look at you. The girl was trembling, her body flinching away when you touched her.

"Shh...shh... It's okay, it's alright, you're safe now. Calm down. Take deep breaths for me okay?" you assured. She nods and does what you say, breathing in and out in repeat until her scent changed slightly, though the fear was still there, her trembling turned into light shivers.

"He's a friend. He will not harm you."

You glanced at the orc, your eyes landing on Tai'chi smiled, which he returned with a small nod.

You helped her stand up and put back her things in the bag. Her phone was still in the area, luckily, the guy must've dropped it when he ran away.

Once that was done, the girl hugged you tight, taking you by surprise. You weren't used to this sort of physical contact, at least in a non-violent way.

"Thank you for saving me. H-How can I repay you, miss?"

"Oh no, no, no need to do that. I only did what was right. Just be careful next time when going home alone okay?"

"I insist, p-please let me repay you!" she pressed and you pulled back to look at her.

"No. Really. It's okay, you're okay now."

"But—"

"How about thanking my friend then?" You motioned to Tai'chi who was leaning his weight against the wall, watching you both silently.

"H-Him?"

"Yes, him. His name is Tai'chi and I'm PearI. I want you to thank him."

"But he's—"

"An orc. Is there a problem with that? No. Now listen here, girl, race doesn't fucking matter." You said as you took her hands and squeezed them. "Everything and everyone has a good and a bad side to them, no matter their kind. Do you remember who attacked you? Humans. Our own flesh and blood. Never judge anyone from what they look like, that and thanking him is enough as your payment."

She stared at you with wide eyes, nodding after a moment when she took in your words. She approached the orc, stopping a few feet away and thanked him, shyly peeking up at his face.

"You're welcome," Tai'chi smiled.

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Part 8 will be out shortly! The day is not over— and I'm scolding myself for the pacing and I'm sorry...

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reading-hub · 5 years ago

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Bakugou/shy reader - Studying

Contains: smut, bl*w jobs, face f*cking

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A study partner? Aizawa explained to them that last week's test was bombed significantly by almost a large portion of the class. Now guilt silence consumed class 1-A. [f/n] was nervous-no she was panicking! She wondered if she failed with the rest as well... Her worries were getting the best of her as they pilled on. Would she have to get one? If so, would she have to pick her own partner? And if not, she just hopes she's not paired up with Bakugou. It's not that she hated him. She's just never had the chance to have a full-on conversation with the explosion boy. The only closest thing she ever had a conversation was him walking past her in the hallway. Not to mention her huge crush on him----WHAT?! who said that!

As for Bakugou take on this AND the smartest guy the class, he was pissed that he had to face the consequences along with everyone else, it wasn't his fault that so many people failed this ONE test. Not that it mattered. Aizawa furthered explained that it didn't matter if you were proficient in last week's test. They would be assigned partners as well. It would only be fair if everyone is assigned one, proficient or not. Ok, now Bakugous' blood was definitely at boiling point.

Aizawa paired these study partners carefully. He didn't want anyone to get distracted by a friend they would know too well-so no Kirishima. Nor could it be anyone that they would despise too much into not studying with at all-stupid Deku...

[F/n] was relieved, but she was still worried about whom she assigned to. As for Bakugou, he just wanted a partner that won't irritate him...

Skip to Saturday, and here you were standing in front of Bakugou's dorm room. You couldn't believe it! You secretly thought that this was all turning into a dream of yours. It was all falling too well into place...

Before you could knock, the door opened immediately, making you stand frozen and eyes wide like a deer in front of headlights. Bakugou stood there, sweatpants and a black tank top that was showing all of his jacked arms that he worked hard to become a hero.

The sight was too much to handle! You could faint right now!

"Hey, idiot." You blinked in response, bringing you back to reality. "Let's just get this study over with so I can do something worth my time." He left the door open for you to come in. You fumbled as you walked in, closing the door behind you, not wanting to make him anymore annoyed than he already was.

You turned around to see Bakugou sitting on the floor, his textbook and needed materials on the floor with him, you plopped yourself on the floor to join him after. You took this time to look around his dorm room. Which was surprisingly clean and organized. Was it always like this or did he tidy up knowing you were coming over?

An hour passed, this alone time together has made you fallen more in love with Bakugou than ever before. Something about him was to be admired for, in your eyes at least. It was possible you loved him simply because he was everything you weren't.

The things he did during the last two years of him at UA was a lifetime achievement for you. You never one to get out of your comfort zone so easily, the thought of you ever hurting someone on any level of emotional or physical would haunt you till your death, and when comparing quirks: he's got it all in the bag.

Not to mention how built he was...oh no. Your dirty mind was getting the better of you now.

"Hey, I'm done with my side of the study." He spoke. And that voice of his too! How rough and dominant it sounded to you. The things he'd demand from you during a passionate night, and you happily oblige him with no question after. The thought made you bite your lip in excitement...

You notice you were taking a while to answer back. "U-uh yeah, so am I..." Ugh, he probably thinks your stupid for answering him like that.

Little did you know, as you were distracted from your thoughts, you didn't see that Bakugou was eyeing you up and down, heck, he's been eyeing you the whole study session! Damn him for being too smart to study at all!

"How come you're so nervous all the damn time?" He bluntly said to you. You looked up at him, shocked. "I, uh..." Was he asking about you? Well, better not keep him waiting.

"It's just how I am." You said clear. "B-besides, not everybody can say that their study partner is Katsuki Bakugou." You looked down in embarrassment. All Bakugou could at that moment was smirk ever so deviously. An idea popped in his head at that moment, an idea that he sure as hell knew that you wouldn't mind making happen for him.

He just needed to egg you on a little further.

Without noticing, Bakugou moved inches closer to where you were sitting. "So you think I'll become a hero?" He asked, a little too sinister. You looked at him with wide eyes, you were too innocent for your own good. "Of course, Bakugou, I think you would be a great hero." You exclaimed.

He had you right where he wanted you. "Anything more than that?"

"Wha-what do you mean..?" Confused, just what exactly was he asking from you? "Ever saw me more than just a hero," He continued "perhaps maybe, the thought of me had your all panties soaked." How did he..?

Before you could fully understand, you felt a hand caress your own. It felt like your hand was getting a deep tissue massage, and Bakugou was providing it. Did he--?

"I've seen the way you avoided me." His tone was deep but it wasn't anger, maybe lust. "I thought it was because you were another extra who was weak-willed,"

"But then I notice how you easily it was to make your cheeks turn red, especially around me." You just didn't want this to end, it was plucked straight out of a fairy tale in your eyes. "So it wasn't out of fear, huh?" You shook your head. "It was something else?" He asked after that. You nodded vigorously.

You then felt something wet and warm around your neck. You gasped in shocked, only to realize you were too deep in Bakugou's words, that he's been getting closer and closer to you, to the point where he's licking and sucking your neck as we speak.

Meanwhile, you couldn't believe this was happening! It had to be a dream? Right??

His mouth hovered over your neck, leaving behind a little hickey he planted on you. "You want this, don't you?" He prodded. "Y-yes! Yes, I do, Bakugou!" You said, already in need of him.

He kissed you, roughly. His hands gripping the back of your hair from all the intensity that's happening right now in this room! Your hands also wandering around his shoulders and finally his chest. Lips still colliding with one another, Bakugou must have known you weren't exactly the most experienced, so tongue was out of the question, for now.

You both stopped, trying to breathe in any oxygen that escaped from both of you during that kiss. His body was on top of you, you underneath him like prey, and he was ready to eat you up...

Without any reaction, your body suddenly decided to do all the talking right now. Next thing you know, you're lifting your hips up and down, grinding on him. You both looked down, noticing that his sweatpants were giving him away, at how he was feeling you grind him like that. The sweatpants outlined what was down there, and your imagination did the rest...

Bakugou was heavily breathing from all this and had another idea.

"On your knees." He demanded. You being the submissive minx deep down, you happily nodded and did exactly just that.

Now here you were. On your knees, Bakugou sitting on his bedside, trying to rub himself out right in front of you. To have a front seat to all of this, suddenly have a pool of your own fluids below your waist.

Without warning, his dick was touching your lips, and you were smiling in lust. "Your quite dirty arent you, little slut." His devilish smirk came back again. His tone desperate and in want. You hummed in delight as you kitty licked the head of his cock.

"Heh, then why don't you put your whole mouth into it, huh?" He held both his hands on each side of your head for support, slowly pushing in your mouth to meet his whole base for one second, only for him to quickly pull your head back so you wouldn't choke on it.

You gasped once more, licking your lips in response to taste the precum still on your lips. Bakugou watched you in desire, grinning like the Chesire Cat.

"I'm gonna mess you up, so bad, you'll never want anyone else's dick but mine, got it?" You nodded once more, he pushed your head back down. You were all about his needs right now, to hear his groans of pleasure, knowing that your the one making him do that.

He was cursing up a storm as your head bobbed up and down, showing no sign of stopping, every ounce of warmth and wetness in your mouth was getting every spot on his cock to be jolted with pleasure. His hand never leaving your head, gripping it once a while to show you whose cock you're sucking on.

Those tiny jolts of pleasure that you were giving were now rapidly increasing every second. He was so close to cumming. You noticed as well, as he was gripping on you tighter and tighter, bruising your shoulder in the process, you saw the pornos.

It was either the guy quickly lifted the girl's head off his cock to cum on her face or maybe Bakugou was gonna leave you still in your mouth, and cum inside your mouth.

Without warning, both his hands held your face close, making sure you didn't move. You then felt some sticky fluid run through inside your throat, you were getting nervous again as more and more kept coming through, you weren't sure if you were gonna drink all up.

You breathed through your nose in the hopes of helping, it did, sort of. However, before you thought it was done, some still landed on your cheek. Bakugou helped out by cleaning off the evidence with his thumb, putting said thumb in your mouth to have you lick it off, which you oblige.

He then hoisted you up from the floor and had you lay on his bed. Before you could protest, he stopped you by cupping your clothed pussy, which was dripping wet at this point. You felt your cheeks getting hot, Bakugou saw this, "You're still embarrassed after what just happened?" He smirked.

He lifted your skirt, fingering you through your panties. You had a feeling he wasn't done with you yet...

#katsuki bakugo x reader #mha x reader #mha smut #smut #shy reader #bakugou/reader #hubbywritings #mha/reader

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badboysdoitbetter · 5 years ago

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— winner | sc

pairing: takeshi wakatsuki x reader

fandom: kengan ashura

genre: angst, fluff; friends to lovers!AU, mutual pining!AU, fighter!reader, dense!reader

tags/warnings: a little violence, some L bombs, a disgustingly cute ending (this ones kinda cringey ngl), not much else :)

word count: 1.5k

synopsis: takeshi is in love with you; the only other fighter who’s been in the kengan tournament for as long as he has. it’s a shame you’re too oblivious to realize it...

"This next fighter needs no introduction, but I'll give it anyway!" said Sayaka Katahara, a girl you'd gotten to know over your many years in the Kengan matches. "With a record of 308 wins and 5 losses, she's been the longest-standing female fighter in the Kengan Tournament!

"Her signature move is knocking out her competition before they even see her coming! Although, with that body, it could be seducing her competition into submission."

You blushed and began fixing your skin-tight outfit, pulling down your spandex and adjusting your bra. "If you haven't heard of her, which I highly doubt, here's (Y/N) (L/N), better known as the 'Angel of Death!'"

Running into the view of spectators, where cheers immediately erupted, you held out your arms out beside you, so they were parallel to the floor like you had wings.

It was like the crowd got impossibly louder, and you even saw people standing up in their seats and pumping their fists in the air. Smirking, you knew your signature move would get them riled up.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N!)" You stopped in the middle of the field, greeting your opponent.

This is going to be an easy match.

It was. Within the first three minutes your 6'3", 390-pound brick-of-a-man adversary was on the ground, unresponsive.

"The Angel of Death strikes again!" You stepped away from his limp body, limping to where the other fighters you'd met waited to greet you.

"That was awesome!" Cosmo Imai, a 19-year-old boy you considered your child, wrapped his muscular arms around you. You winced when he pushed you back a little, as you'd stepped back with your injured foot. "You were like whoosh, and then you were like BAM, and he went ah! and then it was over! Can you teach me how to do that?"

"Stop bothering her, idiot! (Y/N), I gotta admit, you look pretty good in that getup!" Takeshi Wakatsuki smirked at you, and you blushed hard.

Why does he tease me every chance he gets! Doesn't he know how I feel about him already? It's like he wants me to know I can't have him.

"Thanks! I work really hard, so I'm glad it's paying off!" Giving him a bright smile, you shook off your thoughts as you began limping away. You may have beaten the human-brick, but it didn't mean he was weak. "Sorry, but I have an interview to get to!"

"So, (Y/N), how does it feel to be one of the longest-standing competitors in this tournament?" Your interviewer, you'd forgotten her name as soon as she'd said it, asked inquisitively.

"Well—"

"Alright," She cut you off, ignoring the fact that she'd just asked you a question. "I think we all want to know what's going on with you and the other longest fighter." You raised a brow.

"Who?"

"You know! Your old pal Takeshi."

"Huh? Oh, Takeshi and I are just friends, Miss!" No one looked like they believed you. "I swear!" Holding your hands up in front of you, the interviewer took one look at your closed-eye smile and replied.

"Oh really? We've got some clips of you two that tell us otherwise. Roll the tape!"

As the tape began to play, you and Takeshi appeared on the screen.

When were they able to capture this?

The two of you were training before one of your biggest matches that had a high reward for your company, and you were about to shit yourself out of pure nervousness. Takeshi was across from you, calm and collected, sparring with you so could practice your hits.

You went to attack, and he could have knocked you out right then and there, but... He didn't. Instead, he took one of your "Angel Kicks" right to the face, giving you a sore foot and him a minor concussion, but it did wonders in calming you down. You hadn't known it then, but you won your match because you believed that if you could beat the "Wild Tiger," you could beat anyone.

The next clip started to play. This time, it was after another big match, and it was your 5th loss in total. Disheartened, you sobbed as you ran from the crowds, all of whom were cheering for the real winner, one of Metsudo's "Fangs."

Takeshi took you into his arms as soon as you were past the crowd. He didn't break away as you tried to shove him to get by or let you leave as your body wracked with sobs. He held you in his arms and told you to keep going, to keep fighting, and you did. That's what got you to where you were today.

He does that to all of his friends, I bet. I'm not special to him, although I wish I was...

"(Y/N)? Hello... (Y/N)?" A hand waving in front of your face pulled you out of your trance. "Don't even try to deny it anymore. There's obviously something happening there, and I want to know the deets!"

Overwhelmed, you stood up and limped out of the interview as fast as you could, trying to wobble as far as you could to get away from there.

Why can't he love me like that, the way I love him?

"(Y/N)? Oof—" Falling onto someone while you weren't looking, you were met with steely blue eyes staring back at you.

"Takeshi, what are you doing here?" He saw your black and blue leg, and he noticed that you were stuttering through your sentence, but what killed Takeshi the most was the tears staining your otherwise-perfect cheeks.

"Are you okay?" Your eyes widened.

"Um, yeah, why?"

"You don't look it..."

"Well, I'm fine. If that's all you came to ask me, I need to get to my room." You went to move around him, but he stopped you.

"Oh, how'd your interview go?"

You sobbed even harder.

He doesn't even know that I'm crying about him.

"It went fine. Excuse me." This time, he moved out of the way and let you pass him, watching as you quickly turned the corner of the hallway to get your hotel room.

The only thought Takeshi Wakatsuki had as he walked towards your room was that you were an idiot.

He watched the interview, and he'd seen the way you reacted to his caring attitude towards you. He saw the longing in your eyes when you denied being anything more than "friends."

Takeshi wasn't cocky, or overly-confident, but he was observant. He knew you liked him back and didn't understand how you didn't realize he felt the same way...He thought it was pretty obvious.

Hearing a knock, you opened the door to see the man you were crying over.

"What are you doing—" Not waiting for you to finish, he pulled you towards him and locked his lips on yours. Not waiting very long, he could feel you return the kiss with just as much passion.

As he pulled away, he told you what he came here to say.

"You're an idiot."

"What?" You looked at him dumbfounded.

"I take every possible moment we're together to can to show you how much I love you, and you can't even figure it out when another person points it out to you? (Y/N), I let you give me a concussion because I wanted to be happy, for christ's sake."

Your mouth was agape, and you couldn't bring yourself to reply. "Now, I don't even know if you like me, but it sure as hell seems as if you do, so this time, I'm going to make it as clear as possible.

"I LO—"

You put a hand over his mouth, stopping him from finishing his declaration. As you pulled away, he went, "Why'd you do that?"

You smirked, regathering your thoughts as you let out those three little words.

"I love you."

Time seemed to stop between the two of you, and you almost cackled when Takeshi realized what you did.

"Seriously? You had to say it first, didn't you? Even though you wouldn't have confessed if I hadn't figured it out before you did—"

"Takeshi," You started, "Did you seriously think I'd lose to you again?"

"You know what, (Y/N), the scores 2:1, and I'm winning."

"What do you mean?" He laughed as your face went red, "You won during our fight, and I won now! Since when was it two to one?"

"That may be true, but I won something even better." You scoffed.

"Oh yeah, and what's that?"

"You."

#Takeshi Wakatsuki #kengan ashura #kengan ashura imagine #kengan omega #kengan omega imagine #takeshi wakatsuki x reader #sen hatsumi x reader #gaolang wongsawat x reader #gaolang wongsawat #saw paing yoroizuka x reader #saw paing yoroizuka #ohma tokita #fanfiction #imagine #haikyuu #anime #manga

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goldstonegolem64 · 5 years ago

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Hope returns Chapter 48 I Spy by goldstonegolem64

Hope returns Chapter 48 Kevin by goldstonegolem64

Before the break out.

In the bridge of the castle of lions

Allura, Coran The paladins, Isara, Ezra , Asmo ,Matt, Ryner and Kolivan were all standing in the holo table

“ So Allura why are we all here “ Asmo asked

“ Well we have learned something quite alarming Pidge show them “

“ On it Princess” Pidge said as she send an image to the hole table that showed several Copies of Shiro, Jay and a weird mixture of the two

“ What are we looking at here ?” Isara asked as she looked

“ were looking at Advanced cloning Tech here and i’m going to guess that this is what we were called here for you to tell us that the empire is making Clones of Shiro and Jay an using them to pilot those. Copy Valkyries and they also my be used as new form of super soldiers do to the fact that they share the same Berserker gene as jay dose “. Ezra said with a smile on her face

“ Well love you just explained everything really quick’ Jay said with a look of surprise on his face.

“ Well it was kind of obvious. I mean one of them sounded like you but younger and edgier from what we heard.” Ezra said

“ Well seeing as Ezra has basically covered all the bases. What do you all think of are newest problem” Hunk said as he clapped his hands together nervously

“ The Fact that are blades on the inside didn’t know about this is disconcerting “ Kolivan said

“ Well the berserk thing will be a problem for are ground troops. But will manage seeing as long you guys handle the robeasts will be good “

“ Look we handle planet invading bugs. Some just give me some time to figure this out ok.” Isara said as she slowly started regretting her decision to join the rebellion. But she was already into deep now

“ sorry for bringing you into this Isara” Jay said

“ It’s fine I said yes to this . In return I want the blue prints to the Valkyrie and Insurance that the queen Slayers get the resources and funding we were promised once this new universal government is instated right princess “ Isara said

“ Of course Isara I always keep my promises “ Allura said

“ I already gave Ezra the blue prints to the Valkyrie ‘ Jay said

“ Thank you Both. Now what is are plan to hand this cloning problem we have

now”

“Well first we have to” Allura was cut off as the Alarm systems went off

[ Prisoner as escaped all personnel be on high alert ] beau said over the ship’s P.A system

Everyone was caught of guard. When they heard this

“ How did he get out he was in Cryo sleep” Allura said confuse

“i don’t know but we have to handle it now before anyone gets hurt “

[ too late Shiro ] Beau said

“ Well lets just stop them from killing anyone else “ Lance said

[Warning Berserker as been detected on board the ship all personnel on level three and four be on the look out an make it to a safe room or make your way to an exit.]

“Beau can we get a visual of what is going on down there “ Allura asked

[on it ] Beau replied as a screen appeared showing off a hallway Massive Black and white scaled toad with massive bull horns and gorilla like arms leaping through the halls smashing through doors and crushing anything that was underneath it.

[ Floor is clear of all personnel locking down the level four ]Beau said as he locked doors, put up barriers at each exit points and shut down the elevator.[We have it trapped Princess ]

“ Ok we have it trapped. but what now” Matt said as the door to the bridge opened and closed

“ Who just left?” Allure asked as everyone looked around the room and noticed that jay had disappeared

“ Where did he.Oh no” Shiro said as booked it out of the room and saw Jay enter entered . Shiro only saw Jay’s Back as their friend entered the elevator “Jay wait “ Shiro yelled as the elevator door closed Jay didn’t respond he just turned his head slightly to reveal crimson red skin and a yellow lizard like eye. Then the door closed. “ Beau stop the elevator “

[No can do Shiro Captains orders ] Beau replied

Shiro slammed his fist into the elevator door ‘ What are you thinking Jay”

In the elevator

Jay stood in the elevator breathing heavy and sweating. He body was switching back and forth between being his normal old self then to his berserker state which caused him to panic and leave the bridge in a rush “ What the fuck is happening to me “ Jay said as he looked at his right hand as it was double it’s normal length an size with Claws slowly coming out of finger tips . “ Then another croaking sound rang out causing Jay to fall to the ground as he began fully changing. He felt the floor of the elevator clutching his head as he felt his body stretching and could hear the yellow shirt he was wearing started to rip and tear as spikes started to line spine

The elevator door opened an out came a hulking Lizard man with a gator’s head wearing the tatter of a bright yellow long sleeve shirt and a pair of cargo pants stretched to there limits . They walked on two leg and slowly left the elevator . Their clawed feet clattered against the polished metal floors of the castle. it sniffed the air then let out a low anger an confused Growl seeing as this new foe smelled of the empire that was the enemy but it also smelled like him and of the of the pride his other half was friends with. They most figure this problem out

Beserker jay continued to walk switching from two legs to all fours and slowly creeped around the halls following the scent of this foe. As they stalked the empty hall the croaking and slamming got louder. As they turned a corner they saw a Massive toad slamming it’s fists into another barrier surrounded the broke bodies of sentries that tried to stop them. The beast let out a low hissing sound as it completely came around the corner teeth bearded

The toad berserker stopped slamming their fists against the barrier in front of them an turned around to see a Hulking beast standing at the other end of the Hall way. The toad berserker puffed up it’s chest slammed it’s fist’s into the ground and let out an world shaking croak. Followed by B-Jay letting out a roar of his own. Then the two Charged at each other.

Elsewhere in the castle

Shiro, lance ,Hunk and Keith were standing in the elevator

All of them were nervous seeing as they were about to run into a brawl between to Berserkers.

“ Alright everyone remember the plan “ Shiro asked as he put on his helmet

“ trying to lead that thing to an Airlock so Beau can rob it’s body of Oxygen” Lance said

“ An try to avoid hitting Jay “ Hunk add as the ship shock followed by two beasts roaring at each other.

“ I hope the other are ready for this Keith said as he readied himself for what’s to come

As the door open the four of them quickly stepped out of the elevator an quickly moved toward the source of all the noise. As they moved through the hall they saw the aftermath of the two beast left in their walk .There was holes in the Wall were dented doors were punched in and their were dents on the ceiling and there was small amount of blood splatters. As they got closer the sound of ,Thunderous roars of beast as punched and slashed at each other a mass of red scales an torn clothes was thrown out of the hall the four of them were about turn down . The mass Smashed into the wall denting it , It hit the ground with a loud thud. All four of them stopped in place as the Mass of Red Scales slowly got up. It towered over them.

“ Oh shit that is what he looks like “ Lance said kind of shaken by Seeing their friend as a hulking monster.

Beast shook their head then looked towards the source of the voice and saw The pride leader ,his brother, The blue one and the yellow one. They looked at them confessed for a few seconds before a massive blur of Motion Slammed into him sending back into the wall followed by the pain of having his back slamming into the Wall again followed by the Blur slamming into them Again an pinning them to the wall followed by the pain of being punched in the side rapidly. they let out a pained growl and began ripping into the back of his Amphibious Adversary. But their clays couldn't cut through the thick hide of his attacked. So they switch targets to the eyes they used their tail to stab into the right eye while he dug his clawed metal finger into the left

The toad beserker well out a scream in pain as they backed away quickly trying to back away only to have the beast grab onto their horns and repeatedly slammed their jaw into the ground before ripping off the left horn, An processed to use it like a club slamming it down multiply times . One hit braking off the other horn ,another hit bent in the metal arm another one dislocated a shoulder. An with each hit the Beast got angrier and angrier an only stopped when the horn broke.

An when the horn did brake they grabbed onto what was left of K-7′s right horn an let out a ear shattering roar in their foe’s face. Then let go of the horn an watched as the beaten Toad berserker let out a low fearful crock as they lowered their head in submission as they turned back to normal . Seeing this the beast let out another roar before letting their other half take control again.

Jay awoke and found himself standing in a random hallway. He looked down first and saw that his shirt was wearing was destroyed and the pants he was wearing were stretched out so badly that they were falling off only being stop by his tail . He then turned his head too the left and saw nothing . He then look to his right an saw Shiro, Lance , Hunk and Keith looking at something to their right. His front

“ What are you all loo” Jay stopped mid sentence as he came face to face with Shiro. But it wasn’t Shiro or it was but this one was younger, shorter no scar on the noise and they had four familiar looking cheek marks. Jay titled his head to the left in confusion of what he was seeing. An as he did that the pilot mimicked Jay then tilted his head to the right an the pilot did the same “ Oh this is weird “

“ What is weird Alpha ‘ The pilot said

Jay was taken a back by this “what is that about “ He asked inquesatively seeing as the person in front of him had tried to kill him twice now

The pilot’s face showed on his faces.” I don’t know but something in the back of my mind is telling that your in charge now” The pilot said

“ Ok then “Jay clapped his hands together Then looked towards Shiro Guys I don’t know what to do help me “ Jay said as he looked toward his teammate for help

‘ Alright me call the other an tell them that the problems has been handled “ Shiro said

A Few minutes later

Allura ,Coran and Ezra walked out of the elevator that had delivered them to level four .An waiting for them just a few feet away was lance

“ Good to see your alright Lance “ Allura said

“ Thanks for the concern princess it means a lot. Now if you all don’t mind follow me please ‘ Lance said as he started walking followed by the others

“ So what have we learned from the prisoner ?” Coran asked

“ Well their designation is K-7 . Also were working on get the information from him but it kind hard seeing as Jay is the only one that they talk to so you’ll have to ask him “ Lance said

All five of them walked into a huge room in it was Adam ,Hunk , Keith Shiro , Matt , Pidge, Isara, Kolivan , and several other rebel troops all standing in front of a Particle Barrier that was trapping a human man who looked like Shiro . Talking to them was Jay who was wearing what looked liked a green version of Coran’s outfit

“ Now my last Question do you remember how did you get off of the cryo pod?" Jay asked

" No one minute I'm fighting the Valkyrie next I Wake up and someone is pointing a blaster in my face and I reacted appropriately”

“ By blowing his head off “ Jay said as he pinched the bridge of his noise

“ when you say it like that it sound bad My Alpha “ K-7 said

“ Because it is a bad thing and stop Call me Alpha it’s weird dude just call me Jay that’s what everyone calls me “

“ Alright J-Jay do you need me to do anything else “

“ No just get some rest for now. “ Jay said

‘ Alright Sir “ K-7 Said

“ Ok “ Jay then turned an was about to walk but stopped when he saw Allura “ Boss your here good “ Jay walked up to Allura , Coran and Ezra

“ Hello Jay good to see that your doing fine after you just disappeared to fight are rampaging prisoner . Now Have you learned Anything from new friend over there “ Allura said as she looked passed Jay towards the clone standing there looking At Jay

“ It’s weird he wants to take but something is stopping them from talking. Maybe it something in the cybernetic in their body preventing them from spilling the beans on where he and his brother are being made or maybe something is suppressing that knowledge I just down know” Jay said

“ Well that’s not great to hear an I don’t feel like were going to get anything else from him if he can’t talk about it .Lucky for us we still hae his memories to look through so we might get the answers later”

“ An what are we going to do with him “ Jay asked as he turned his head towards the imprisoned K-7

“ We will decide that later as for right now. K-7 will be imprisoned here until we leave for the mission” Allura replied

As this was conversion was going on K-7 was just standing there listening. But unknown to him he wasn’t the only one watching them. An through a mixture of Cybernetics an Dark magic. Haggar and Zarkon were watching everything through the eyes of K-7

“ While that was entreating to watch but was he suppose to be captured My love ?” Zarkon asked

“ Yes he was “ Haggar said with a smile

“Ok But what if they just put him back in a cryo pod “

“ Then he will be put back to sleep and is no longer a use to us . But now that he is loyal to The Silver Paladins via his Berserker D.N.A, an the fact that he looks like the Black paladin they might just keep him around. An if they do then we will have a Man on the inside my dear” Hagger replied

As the two continued to watch the paladin the door opened Haggar’s Lab opened to reveal Harley and Quinn Dragging in an unconscious Thace

“ We found the Spy Lord Zarkon” Quinn said

“ Good now lets see what he knows “ Zarkon said with a twisted smile on his face

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