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[barbieforbreakfast]

My very first vintage Barbie restoration 💜She had a deep clean to remove some yellowing, a subtle rhinoplasty and some new makeup. She's not perfect, but I love her.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Reader x Donna

Reader found a dog outside the manor. She bought it back home. Donna found it adorable. They raise the dog as their own.

It's a German Shepherd. Reader train it to protect them especially Donna

Fluff

Yess!!! Thank you for your request!!! Sorry if is not as good as you want, but I've a cold rn :(!! Anyway, I hope you like it and sorry about the delay and the language mistakes!!! :)))

Dogs and family

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: 3,394

Summary: One night, a four legs companion is going to join your little family...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

“Close, close the door,” you said, with an agitated voice after running back to the old estate.

In that remote part of Romania the weather was horrible, cold, and dark, but it was no stranger to have occasional and terrible storms like the one that day. The wind picked up mercilessly on your way back and when the lady in black obeyed your request and closed the doors, you were able to sigh in relief, holding those paper bags as an undisputed triumph.

“Gods, (Y/N), I told you not to go out,” the lady in black, Donna Beneviento, protested. She was previously one of the village's Lords, currently your girlfriend, your romance, the love of your life.

Your daring and bravery had granted you the reward that long ago you believed was just a fantasy, just the dream of finding true love, the right person to care for, and who would care for you. Although it was true that one of the almost divine Lords of the place was not in your thoughts, from the moment you had her close enough, you understood that perhaps she was the one.

She was a dangerous woman, feared by everyone, loved by no one until you arrived. If Mother Miranda herself could see what happened after those meetings, it probably wouldn't have taken you too long to become a horrible Lycan.

But, apparently, and according to the less shy side of Donna, known for being her inseparable puppet, Angie, it never posed any problem with the rest of the rulers, nor with Mother Miranda herself.

Nobody gave you anything. You had to make every effort to know, to know how to enter that disturbed and sick mind. Love was the answer. Only the love you swore you felt managed to uncover that veil from her face and see for yourself how right your heart was.

“It doesn't matter, you know I can do anything,” you said, holding your breath and enduring the strong attacks of the wind on the door, which threatened to open. Your fake smile was not a secret to her, who, distrustful, came to help you with the shopping.

“You could have been blown away by the wind and...” The lady in black murmured, holding your hand tightly, betraying her own nervousness. You laughed tenderly, brushing off her always exaggerated concerns.

“Donna, it's okay, I'm here and most importantly...” You whispered, amused, in her ear, making her expression change from concern to curiosity. Well, they were quite similar. “…I have those tomatoes you wanted...”

“A few tomatoes are not enough to risk your life, tesoro,” the doll maker commented, looking at you as if she believed it was the last time she would see you.

Soon your smile spread to her face and, with Angie too busy with the shopping bags, you had the perfect occasion for one of those moments of perfect love, for one of those slow, long, wet kisses, which reaffirmed neither of you made the wrong decision.

For once, it wasn't that sinister porcelain puppet that interrupted a safe path to the bedroom, or any other place where you could give free rein to your passion. What sounded was much more terrible than a thunder, much more terrifying than the wind blowing through the mountains. It seemed as if one of the few trees on the old estate had collapsed, taking with it the glass from one of the windows.

“Mother Miranda!” You shouted, approaching startled, being stopped abruptly by the hand of the woman in black.

“Don't come close, per favore, it could be dangerous,” she told you, pulling you strongly, so hard that it even hurt you.

Fortunately, you were used to those reactions. Her mental problems didn't come out often, but when they do, they seemed uncontrollable. Instead of rolling your eyes and grumbling, you relaxed your expression, turning around and placing your hands on her shoulders to help her breathe calmly and relaxed.

“Donna, my love, we have a damn tree going through the window, something is has to be done,” you said amused, struggling with the fingers that pressed tightly against your skin.

“The gardener will take care of it,” she murmured, making Angie stop rummaging through the bags and run towards you.

“What gardener, silly Donna?” The puppet asked, with her hands placed comically on either side of her hips. “The one you made fall into the void?”

That sentence made something inside the lady in black explode, running away from the room, presumably to regret her past actions crying in some corner.

“Angie...” You sighed, knowing that in those moments, Donna would want to be alone, and they wouldn't last long.

“What?” the doll asked, as if you had said something strange.

“Aren't you supposed to be her only company?” You asked in a scolding tone, to which she turned her back on you in a comical manner, showing that obvious jealousy she had towards you.

“So?” She responded mockingly. “I think I’m not anymore, what are you doing here, you Donna stealer?”

“Oh, come on,” you sighed, tired of that irritating doll's attitude. “Anyway, I'll take a look...”

You couldn't do anything to remove that annoying tree from the window. Much to your regret, you would have to call some other Lord to help you, but it couldn't be that same day, it was too late. At that moment your real priority, as always, was Donna, just Donna.

Once the Lord was able to calm down, thanks to the hot bath you prepared for her, it was time for dinner.

“It's delicious, my love,” you said with a tender voice, enjoying the delicious food that the lady in black prepared for you every day. She raised her head and smiled gratefully with a blush on her cheeks.

“Thank you (Y/N), I have to admit that if you hadn't brought these tomatoes...” She whispered, looking askance at the tree that crossed the window.

You leaned back, resting your hands behind your head and raising your eyebrows, satisfied.

“See? I saved your dinner,” you joked, looking at the fork disinterestedly.

“Life, you have saved my life, (Y/N),” Donna commented in a sad voice, thanking you for existing, for having appeared in her life to change it completely. You smiled even wider, shaking your head.

It could be another of the hundreds of tender and romantic moments but the unpleasant noise of that tree hitting the walls served as a merciless cut to your emotional connection, making both of you turn your heads.

“Okay, what are we going to do with that?” You asked, pointing to the broken window with a cutlery. Donna shrugged for a few seconds, pouring you another glass of wine.

“I don't know...” Donna sighed, shaking his head.

“Hey, the gardener's cabin...” You mumbled, not wanting to bring up that unmentionable topic directly, something not very wise since the cutlery was colliding due to the trembling of her hands.

“What's wrong with that cabin?” She asked abruptly, frowning and changing the love that her face conveyed for a totally irrational hate.

“Nothing, just maybe there is some tool there so we can cut down that tree,” you commented after an awkward silence. Donna sighed and shook her head.

“I doubt there is anything useful in that place, (Y/N),” the lady in black whispered, as if the simple comment had offended her. You rolled your eyes. Okay, no gardeners. “I'll call my brother to help us.”

“Oh, yeah, great, the metal psychopath...” You whispered, getting up from the table. “It's okay, Donna. Anyway, I'm going to go out and take a look outside, in case anything else has happened.”

The lady in black, realizing she had become nervous again for no reason, sighed, nodding and standing with you, gently holding you by the waist.

“Hey, tesoro... Forgive me, okay?” She whispered in your ear, making a shiver run through your body and your mouth forming a smile before you turned around and kissed her tenderly.

“Donna, I have nothing to forgive you for,” you said back, whispering into her lips and giving her one last tender and understanding kiss. “Everything is fine, okay? I didn't mean to remember your past.”

“I know... I'm sorry, I'm really...” She stammered, being interrupted by one of your quick kisses, by your relaxing caresses, the only way for her to stop apologizing for her problems, ones that weren't her fault.

“Hey, okay my love,” you whispered, resting your forehead on hers. “You should calm down, okay? I'm going to take a quick look and get back to you right away.”

“Wait, I… I'm going with you,” Donna said, following you towards the exit. You rolled your eyes but nodded. Well, after all, that was her house.

With two flashlights in hand, you both left the house. The storm had stopped, but the cold cut like blades into your skin.

“Okay... that's the problem,” you said, shining light on that tree that had no other place to land than the window.

“Your detective skills are admirable, (Y/N),” Donna joked, making you turn around with a frown.

“Oh, now it's the funny Donna time?” You asked ironically breathing calmly because the doll maker's nerves had completely dissipated.

Your soft laughter eclipsed for a moment the sinister sound of the night, but something, a different noise that didn’t fit with that curious soundtrack, made your smile fade.

“Wait, did you hear that?” You said, shining the flashlight around. Donna shook her head, pointing her flashlight at the same spot.

They were moans, pitiful moans that made the atmosphere much more sinister. It wasn't a Lycan, it wasn't some creature that was part of "Miranda's army." It sounded mundane.

“Maybe it’s a bird?” the lady in black asked, always following you closely while you diligently searched for the source of the sound. You shook your head, illuminating what looked like a broken tree ahead of the fences that delimited the mansion.

“I don't think so, no bird would make a noise like that,” you murmured, searching through the branches and finally finding the injured animal. “Oh, Gods… Donna!”

“What happen?” The lady in black said immediately, looking towards the same place. “(Y/N)…”

Under a branch, wailing in pain, there was an injured dog, probably due to the fall of that branch. It was a big dog, a German shepherd, with its paw down on that heavy branch. It seemed badly hurt, but not enough to give him up.

“We have to do something, let's help it,” you commented, walking among the fallen tree, looking for the best way to get the animal out of its improvised cage. “Stay with it, Donna, I'll see if I can get this branch out.”

The woman in black nodded, crouching down to observe the animal while you searched the branches for the cause of its pain.

When you moved one of the branches, the dog barked loudly, scaring Donna and causing her to back away in fear.

“Donna! I have already found the problem, keep it calm while I lift the branch,” you said, watching the woman at all times, who was trembling with fear.

"No, I can't, (Y/N), I, I'm afraid that it might do something to me..." Donna murmured, moving further and further away. You sighed and ran a hand over your forehead, just as an idea crossed your head.

 “Try to use your powers to see if you can relax it,” you said, giving up on your attempt to lift the branch, since the animal was suffering a lot.

Donna obeyed, extending her hands towards the animal, which immediately stopped complaining.

“Great, great...” You sighed. “Try to get it out now. Come on, one two… And three.”

With a superhuman effort, the animal managed to get out, almost unconscious due to the skill of the Lord.

The two of you brought the injured dog into the house, ready to treat it.

“What is that thing?” Angie asked, seeing you arrive with the dog in your arms.

You rolled your eyes again, not paying attention to the doll, who of course, didn’t seem happy with this new guest.

“Leave it on the table. I'll go get the first aid kit,” Donna said, once in the basement, in the small laboratory where the lady in black used to work on better ways to serve Mother  Miranda.

You nodded as you petted the animal, which was breathing easier thanks to Donna's skill.

“Hey, come on, you're a good boy, right? And very brave...” You whispered very close to it, reassuring it when the woman in black approached with an injection. “What's that?”

“A tranquilizer,” she commented, approaching cautiously.

“Hey, be careful, it's a dog, not an intruder,” you joked, stroking the animal's fur, trying to joke, as almost always, without success.

“You were an intruder,” Donna said, resentful of those words. “And I didn't do anything to you.”

“Oh, I think you did,” you said, when the needle stuck in the dog, who complained weakly. Donna looked at you with a bit of hate. “You drove me crazy.”

Disinfecting the wound, bandaging it, checking that the dog had no other problems, was a hard work, requiring a lot of time and concentration. With the animal asleep and relaxed, it was time to ask the big question, the one that could have multiple answers, but only one was valid for you.

“What are we going to do?” You asked sighing, checking the condition of the dog while Donna washed her hands. Obviously Donna wasn't stupid, she could already guess what you meant by that.

“What are you talking about?” She asked, leaning next to you on the table and looking at the animal. “You are not thinking…”

“No, I…” You responded abruptly. “I mean, it doesn't have a collar and… Well…”

“(Y/N) I... No, I'm not ready to...” Donna murmured, avoiding your pleading look, the look that said you had found a new family member by chance.

“I didn't say that we have to...” You said, avoiding getting nervous about the silent proposal that Donna caught on the fly. “Well, I haven't said it but I don't think it's a bad idea.”

“No, (Y/N), having an animal is a big responsibility and we don't...” The woman in black explained, bringing her insecurities to light.

“Aren't we responsible?” You asked, starting to feel more and more like taking care of that animal. “Come on Donna, just think about it.”

“I have nothing to think about, the dog will stay until it is cured but then...” Donna said with a more serious, severe tone, very similar to the one she used when you were just a poor lost villager, accidentally entering her grounds.

“What then? Are you going to abandon it?” You asked, with an annoying, offensive tone, wanting to appeal to her feelings, to her pleas for you not to leave, to the continuous allusion she made to her terrible loneliness.

“No, I didn't say that, I...” She defended herself, predicting an imminent argument, something that you tried to avoid whenever possible. “Io…Non…”

“Donna, listen to me,” you said, hastily stopping those nervous words, that lack of control of language that warned Donna's problems were once again an obstacle to your relationship. “Don't be nervous, my love... I'm just saying that maybe it's not so bad to have a dog, don't you think?”

“I had a dog when I was a little girl,” the lady in black explained, coordinating her breathing with yours to relax and not break out into a terrible nervous breakdown.

“Okay,” you said in a tone more like a whisper, letting your love express the reason for her refusal.

“My... My father... He cut its...” She stammered, thus making her nervousness worse.

“Okay, enough, Donna, that's the past. I'm very sorry about your dog but...” You said, putting your hands on her shoulders. “None of that is going to happen now, none of that, do you hear me?”

“How can you be so sure? You know that I have problems. You know that I have attacks and I don't know if I could... If I could...”

“Shhh, it's okay, my love...” You said, shutting her up with a kiss, leaving aside the horrible ghosts of her past. “I have told you a thousand times and I will tell you a thousand more if necessary: ​​you are not your family, you are not your past, Donna. You are my love, my beautiful Donna. You're good, I know you are.”

“You say that because you want to make me feel better,” Donna protested, while you wiped away a tear that was sliding down her cheek. You, instead of sinking, smiled.

“I'm here, right? You didn't hurt me. I know you don't want to hurt anyone, no matter what Miranda says. You're not like them, not to me, not to this poor little dog, and you know it, right?”

Donna didn't respond, just nodded slowly as she squeezed your hands tightly, looking over your shoulder at the unconscious animal.

“Look, let's do something,” you said with a firmer tone. “Let's let the dog heal and then... Well, we'll see what we do, okay?”

“It's… It's okay…”

Days passed and the animal improved a lot. It was not aggressive, it didn’t growl, it didn’t bark, rather it was grateful, making every effort it could to walk normally. You took care of it, just like you promised Donna. You fed him, gave him water, took him for short walks... Basically, it was like it was just your dog.

But one day, when it didn't seem to want to play ball with you, something changed.

“Donna,” you said, drawing the attention of the woman in black, who was reading calmly in her armchair. She looked at you and then at the dog, who was waiting patiently sitting with a small ball at its side, staring at the lady in black. “I think it wants to play with you.”

“With me?” She asked, reluctant to spend time with the animal. You laughed, bending down to pick up the ball and hand it to Donna roughly.

“What do you think? Come on, throw the ball to Rocky,” you said amused, with a bark of approval from the animal.

“Rocky? Since when does it has a name?” She asked, taking the ball with a grimace of disgust probably due to the animal's drool.

“I put it on, since I'm the only one who takes care of it,” you said proudly. Donna snorted in annoyance, but she made to throw the ball, after which the animal became excited, standing up and wagging its tail anxiously.

With the force of a summer breeze, Donna threw the ball, which ended up very close, but that was not enough reason for Rocky to not running for it, returning it effusively, jumping on the sofa and covering Donna with licks while Donna fought unsuccessfully.

“(Y/N), help me,” the lady in black protested, fighting against the animal's affection. You laughed and shook your head.

“Why? He's giving you some love,” you scoffed, watching in surprise as Rocky seemed to have an unexpected favorite human. “Come on, Rocky, down.”

The animal came down the moment it heard your voice, leaving poor Donna alone, who couldn't help but smile while she wiped away the excess of “love” the dog had left on her face.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” she said, catching her breath and looking at the animal, which began to play with the ball on its own.

“It seems like he's fond of you,” you murmured, sitting next to her so you could tease her closer. “I don't know why, honestly.”

“Me neither,” she said, amused, letting you kiss her quickly, thus showing your silent triumph. “Hey, maybe we could…”

“Yeah?” You said hastily, hoping to hear what you had already sensed for a long time.

“Maybe it's not such a bad idea to have a dog, right?” She asked in a low voice, her pride taking over every word. You raised your eyebrows, feigning indifference. “Maybe, maybe it could even... Well, protect us.”

“Protect us?” You asked, now, surprised by that curious answer.

“Well I... I was thinking about what you told me the other day and... You're right, (Y/N), I don't want to hurt anyone else,” Donna explained, with that voice that encouraged you to lean down a little and take her trembling hand.

“I know, my love, I know you don't want to hurt anyone else,” you said, holding her chin so she could look into your eyes.

“That's why I think that if... Well, if we could teach Rocky to protect the estate, maybe there's no need for me...” Donna continued, frowning thoughtfully as she followed the dog with her gaze.

“Look, that's a great idea, Donna,” you said, nodding. “Besides, I've already taught him to sit. Rocky, come here!”

“Let me go, you kind of dinosaur!” A shrill scream that made you grimace unpleasantly filled the peaceful room.

You had to try hard not to laugh out loud. The dog, with a relaxed, proud walk, carried the Angie doll in his jaws. The puppet protested, trying to hit the animal, but she had nothing to do. At that moment you really doubted whether to help the doll or let her suffer a bit more.

“Angie!” Donna shouted, standing up abruptly, but stopped by a hand on her chest.

“Help! Help!” The doll squealed, kicking as best she could while you walked towards Rocky, covering your mouth with your hand so as not to reveal the fun that this situation gave you.

“Come on, Rocky, let her go,” you said with a tone a little less severe than you should have, on purpose, of course.

The dog didn’t obey, holding the puppet in his mouth, as if he could read your thoughts.

“Rocky, let her go,” Donna said, with a firm, direct voice, which miraculously made the dog obey instantly, making you frown.

“I can't believe it,” you said, shaking your head. “Rocky, sit down.”

The dog barked, but didn’t obey, approaching Donna, looking at her respectfully, wanting her words to be the ones that ordered him to do something.

“Sit down,” Donna said, hugging a scared Angie.

As expected, the animal obeyed, making you growl in rage.

And so, knowing that for some reason, the lady in black became Rocký's only favorite, time passed. Donna quickly adapted to this strange devotion to her. A devotion that made you somewhat envious at first since, given the reluctance of the woman in black to add a member to your family, she now didn’t seem to want to separate herself from him.

During meals, Rocky was there, on walks in the forest, the dog had fun hunting and playing ball with Donna tirelessly. At bedtime, instead of the small porcelain barrier that separated your bodies so you wouldn't hug each other, there was now a furry ball that prevented you from getting close to the brunette.

His protective role was significant. Any person or animal that dared to approach the estate provoked the animal's aggressive growls. No one in their right mind would ever dare bother you.

There was already love in that house, so much love that it was unbearable, but with Rocky's new addiction to your little family, love counted for three. An inseparable companion for that strange family, a reminder that told Donna she was not her past, she was capable of loving and being loved, not only by you, but by nature itself.

[eleni-cherie]

a thief's origin✨ || bts • kth - chapter 0.4

"you're afraid I won't wait." "I'm afraid you will."

a criminal and a doctor should be as different as the sun and the moon - but unexpected things happened every day. like him finding his safe haven in her.

© 2024 | eleni_cherie

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to friends to lovers s2f2l

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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age 26 // 2nd year - assistant physician

13th August

Macau, China

"One, two - check, check. Can you hear me?"

Taehyung rolled his eyes hearing Jimin's dramatics in the in-ear as he was easing his way to the back of the extravagant casino. He walked behind a group of intoxicated men - who judging by their suits and platin watches were business men having come there to gamble a few hundred thousands just for fun - to cover himself from the cameras.

Reaching one of the secured doors leading to the back area, he smoothly placed a small button-like device behind the security scanner in the matter of a second while passing by.

"Yeah, I do," he eventually responded to his pestering friend with a grin. Earning an annoyed groan on the other line.

"Took you long enough!"

"Guys, don't start again," Yoongi piped up in a bored, yet warning tone. And Taehyung snickered under his breath.

Without showing any suspicion, he continued walking among the drunks until reaching the card tables. Creating eye-contact with Yoongi who gave him a brief glance from the dimly lit bar, focusing back on the whiskey in front of him. The two pretending not knowing the other.

"Bug is set," he announced in a hush, approaching one of the empty seats at the Blackjack table. "Gonna start the distraction now."

"Joining in ten."

"Good. I'm counting on you guys."

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21st August

Barcelona, Spain

Despite the evening hour, a drenching warmth laid around him. Taehyung was in fact internally dying.

After arriving from the layover in Doha, another unbearably warm place, he took a nap at their hideout outside the city first - feeling more drowsy than anything. Only then deciding to go check out his friend's apartment, out of boredom but also because he had genuinely missed her. However, she wasn't there, which in eighty percent of the time meant one thing: she was at work. 

So half an hour later, he found himself at the back of the hospital, lingering around the emergency entrance out of habit.

The late shift would finish soon he assumed - if she didn't have a double one, which he hoped wasn't the case. Eager for her to see the small succulent he had secured as a redemption for the one he'd accidentally knocked off the last time there.

It had been months ever since, but he still felt bad about it knowing how much her plants meant to her.

After awhile he got tired of walking around the sparsely illuminated area though and instead settled at the wall next to the entrance. Propping himself against it and stretching his neck as he watched people come and go.

He exhaled deeply when the automatic door slid open once again. Only this time he could hear raised voices nearing him.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Pretty sure my shift's over and Dr M warned us not to exceed our hours, remember?"

Taehyung's ears perked up at this. He instantly recognised the second voice despite the annoyed undertone. He didn't recognise the other one though. His foot setting to the ground and he straightened himself while listening intently.

"You know exactly what I mean. Don't act dumb, doll."

Cassandra turned around at this, crossing her arms as she faced her colleague with a raised brow.

"What did you just call me? Doll? Since when are we on that level?" she laughed, but Taehyung could tell she was surpressing an upset scoff.

And it certainly didn't go unnoticed by Pavlo, one of the bigmouths in the hospital, either. "Since you humiliated me in front of the fcking chief physician. Seriously, what's wrong with you?"

The way he raised his voice and accusing her of things that were his own fault, only made her temper bubble right underneath the surface. Trying her best to give him a blank stare instead of a nasty eye. 

She never liked Pavlo. She found him somewhat attractive in the right angle, but couldn't say anything positive about him otherwise. Frankly, she hated him. And no, not in a hot 'enemies-to-lovers' way. Rather in a 'the-world-would-be-a-better-place-without-him' way.

"I wasn't the one humiliating you. I only corrected you by stating facts," she spoke up, surprised by her own calmness, "The one humiliating you was your big ego. Who'd ever think to use activated vitamine C to treat a septic patient with such low thrombocytes? Everyone knows it'd cause brain heaemorage. Well, -" Pausing, she folded her lips. Failing to balance out the mocking judgement in her tone. ".. everyone but you, apparently."

Her male colleague clenched his jaw and she could swear seeing a vein popping up on his neck.

He couldn't care less about anyone hearing him, everyone knew to better not get on bad terms with him. So the fact she dared provoking him after always staying in line just like the rest, didn't sit right with him.

"Look, smartass," he said through gritted teeth and stepped forward. 

Cassandra instinctively taking a step back at this. Trying not to flinch and keep a stern face instead when internally she was beginning to shake.

There was a part of her fearing that she was pushing him too hard. She didn't know him well enough to know how he'd react to that.

She had heard rumours, unsettling ones, though which only added to her dislike towards him. And she wouldn't be surprised if they were true to some extent. But there was also another part of her clenching her fists and standing firm. 

"I don't have time for this, my shift ended five minutes ago."

She was ready to walk away when she felt a firm grip on her arm. Preventing her from leaving the spot.

"I'm talking to you though."

Her breath hinched and she looked down at his large hand, then back at him with what was probably the angriest glare Pavlo had ever witnessed on her. And that coming from a usually quiet and harmless person like Cassandra did take him off-guard for a second. Although he quickly found his demeanor again.

"Let go of me," she said, threateningly slowly. Voice low but only because she was trying her best not to jump him right there.

"No, first you -"

"I think she said to let go."

Both their heads abrubtly snapped towards the unexpected third voice. Seeing Taehyung appearing from behind the wall, stepping behind her.

The waves of chocolate brown, straight and and silky , was the first thing she noticed about him as she studied his face. She was startled to see him there.

Taehyung was arching a brow, staring blankly at Pavlo. His piercing glare neither mad nor threatening, rather judgy while staring straight into Pavlo's hazel eyes. Not even blinking once, which made the assistant physician gulp in irritation over the tall stranger. His grip around Cassandra's arm loosening.

"I don't know what you two were arguing about," Taehyung began then, pretending he hadn't eavesdropped the whole conversation. He glanced down at Cassandra before redirecting his glare to the male doctor, "But trust me, you don't want to upset her." And all of a sudden he cracked a grin. Taking them both aback. "Seriously, she looks innocent but she's got a mean upper-cut. And her kick..." He dragged out a whistle. "You don't wanna experience that."

Cassandra stifled a laugh at his acting, quickly understanding what he was trying to do. So she puffed out her chest and threw Pavlo a sinister look instead to play along with Taehyung's white lies.

"Listen to him. He knows what he's talking about," she smirked widely, leaning towards him to add, "From experience."

Pavlo immediately yanked his hand away and let go of her completely. His eyes alternating between Cassandra and Taehyung, shifting bewilderedly.

At one point his lips parted, as if he wanted to retort something, but shut just as fast again. Giving up, not seeing a point anymore.

And without further ado, he trotted back inside. Muttering something incoherent under his breath, clearly embarrassed and upset about the humiliating blow his ego had taken.

Cassandra and Taehyung immediately broke into a fit of laughter as soon as he disappeared.

"Who was that idiot?" The thief huffed then, glancing down at her with a scowl.

She sighed, shaking her head. "Dr. Pavlo Romero Diaz. First class jerk. Low class doctor."

He snorted at this, his irises lingering on the door her colleague had disappeared to before falling back to her. "You okay? Did he hurt you?"

"Nah, I'm fine." She waved him off. However, his eyes caught the clear red mark Pavlo's grip had left on her bare skin and something inside him boiled. Suddenly feeling the urge to go inside and find Pavlo, when her voice interrupted his train of thoughts.

"Huh, what?"

He saw her smiling at his confused face, clearly not having heard anything she'd just said. "I said thanks for the support."

"Oh, that.." he shrugged nonchalantly, shoving his hands into his pockets. "You didn't seem like needing my help anyway."

She wanted to argue, but then again she appreciated how he didn't let her appear as a weakling. "Still, thank you. I might've ended up doing something irrational like kicking him in the balls," she giggled, half-embarrassed about her confession.

He huffed out a chuckle, knowing she'd have probably done it if that jerk wouldn't have let go of her. Giving her a nod then. "S'alright, don't mention it. You know I got your back."

Her cheeks blushed all of a sudden. It was a nice feeling, to know that someone backed her up.

They shared a small smile before Taehyung went behind the wall only to reappearing with the small plant. And he observed her brown eyes widening, a small squeak leaving her lips.

"A jade plant!" She instantly rushed to grab it from his hands, beaming with joy like a child getting a bag of candy.

"Ah, this is what it's called. So you like it?" he asked, amused about how gleeful someone could be over a small plant.

"Yeah, of course! Why wouldn't I?" she grinned, marveling over the random gift. Her eyes then narrowing on him. "Why did you buy me a jade plant though?"

He shrugged as they made their way out of the emergency area and into the parking lot. Catching her tripping over a protruding stone and almost dropping the plant, quickly composing herself. And he tried not to laugh not wanting to embarrass her. "Didn't want to appear with empty hands and besides.. I felt sorry for last time. You know.."

She giggled when recalling the accident of him knocking off one of her succulents, nodding understandingly then. "You didn't have to, but thank you."

The plant had survived back then, but it'd never been the same ever since. Something she still felt sad about it since she really tried taking great care of her plants. However, when the incident had happened, she hadn't said anything because of his apologetic expression. He hadn't done it on purpose after all. 

Peeking at him, she couldn't help but smile. She was glad he was there. Not only because of the scene with Pavlo, which who knew how it'd have ended without Taehyung intervening - worst case would've been her indeed punching Pavlo's smug face and getting fired. Taehyung's lie wasn't a complete lie after all. 

But she had also genuinely missed his charming grin. More than she liked to admit.

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"So, why are you here?" Cautiously, she put the plant aside not to distress it, making space for the drinks he brought.

Taehyung hadn't promised too much. Inconspicuous from the outside, the door at the narrow alley hid a cool tapas bar in its basement. Cool both, in the colloquial and literal way. A needed escape from the lingering heat outside. The atmosphere still needing several hours to warm down.

He shrugged, taking a tentative sip from his red wine to hide his bashful smile. "It was the furthest away from Macau."

"Huh, so can I expect a postcard from there, too?"

"Of course," he nodded firmly, "Already on its way."

She grinned, still admiring the small plant set in front of her. "What did you do there?" she curiously asked then and folded her hands on the table top to lean in closer. Looking at all sides, seeing themselves getting accustumed to going there whenever he was in town. Whispering excitedly and with a lot of mischief then: "Was it for a heist?"

Her unapologetic curiosity for his profession amused but also worried him. And breathed out before chuckling. "A curious cat as always, Doc," he smirked, "But you know I won't feed into it."

His response made her groan in frustration and she sat back. Giving him a sulky pout. "Oh, c'mon, cool guy. Give me something. You know I like stories of you and the guys robbing filthy rich people. It's entertaining and fun."

The reason he tried avoiding telling her too many infos was so she wouldn't get dragged into this world. Even if, for some absurd reason, she didn't mind his workfield and even held some kind of adoration for it, Cassandra was still a normal person, an overall good��person. So he'd keep trying his best to keep her away from this other part of his life. Even if she herself would probably not even mind it, he did. Because selfishly enough, he also did it for that illusion he lived when being with her.

Besides, his main concern remained that by visiting her, she'd sooner or later get in interpol's sight. So it was better when she knew as little as possible.

Yet, when those big brown bambi eyes were sparkling so inquiringly at his direction, he rarely could resist. He exhaled deeply, setting the glass of wine down.

"All I'm gonna say is that Macau is known for its casinos."

Her brows rose at this, her excitement returning. "Please tell me you robbed a casino like in Ocean's Eleven."

"It wasn't like this," he rolled his eyes, "Seriously, you need to stop with these films."

Cassandra, however, simply dismissed him with a beaming face. "You didn't deny robbing one though.."

Pursing his lips, he grabbed his glass again and took a sip. Making her grin only wider.

"Wow.. how did you do it?"

"Surely won't tell you."

The pout found its way back onto her lips and he laughed under his breath. A whole medical doctor, ready to fight her colleague but now sitting there in front of him pouting like a child. She was something.

"Fine," she sighed then, giving up. Her eyes catching the guests at another table playing a boardsgame then. An idea popping up in her mind. She got up and before Taehyung could ask her where she was heading to, she walked to the bar. Returning a minute later with a pleased smile and a stack of playing cards.

Taehyung looking at her with suspicion.

"Let's play a game," she announced then as she started shuffling the cards in her hands and he stifled a laugh at the way she did it. Shoving one half into another and almost dropping some in the procedure. She was struggling a little, it was obvious. There were way too many cards for her smaller hands and she didn't have much practice either. It was cute. So he played along.

"Okay. What game?"

"Whatever you want, I know many."

His eyebrows arched. "Is that so?"

"Mhm," she smiled as she continued her painful looking shuffling. "But have in mind, whoever loses the round has to truthfully answer the winner's questions."

Of course, he snorted, it was a trick to get more details from him. He pitied her though, after all he was good in card games. That was how they robbed casinos after all, by playing and cheating. Although, he didn't think he'd even need to cheat this time.

"Are you sure? I'm pretty good."

"So am I."

His lips folded and he bit down on them. It was adorable how certain she seemed to be, believing she'd have any chance against him. So full of herself. However, he knew not to insult her pride so he decided to go with it.

"Alright. You know how to play Blackjack?"

Quite to his surprise, she nodded virgoriously. Placing the stack down in front of him. "Cut."

He did so, deviding the stack into two. Cassandra taking the one that was underneath, beginning dealing the first open card to him and herself. Then she dealt another open one only to him.

Six and a queen. Sixteen in total. Against her ten.

He looked at his cards, then at her. Determination was set on her soft features and he had to confess, he liked that look on her. 

If she drew a six, it'd be a draw. If she drew a seven, eight, nine, ten or an ace, she'd win.

He tapped his fingers on the table top, signaling he wanted another one.

"You sure?"

"I am."

A three. Nineteen in total.

A smug smirk growing on his features as he began playing with his necklace. "Try beating that."

Cassandra's lips moved from side to side, glancing up to see him smile at her with a pitiful look. She huffed. She knew only a ten, face card or ace could save her, but she knew there had to be one in the following cards. Her fingers laid on the deck dramatically before in a swift move, she revealed the top card.

And the corners of her lips curled up.

"King of hearts. I win, cool guy."

He clicked his tongue. "Beginner's luck," he said unimpressed and reached over to shuffle the cards this time. "But fine, a deal's a deal. What do you wanna know?"

"You know what."

Dragging out a sigh, he cut the stack in two to skillfully merge the cards. "While me and Yoongi distracted security by winning constantly and very obviously in the front, Jimin followed the staff bringing the money from the tables to the safes in the back."

Her eyes widened in awe. "That sounds so cool."

"It's not, it's very bad," he chuckled, eyeing her with a wink. "You forget I'm one of the bad guys."

Cassandra only smiled at this though, looking at him fondly before reaching for her own drink and averting her eyes from him.

"You aren't a bad guy, Tae, even if you tried."

He dealt them each one card, before giving her another one.

She had two sevens against his jack of spades.

She tapped her cards and he slid another one to her, but before he could open it, she grabbed his wrist. Giving him an amused smirk.

"What will you give me if I get another seven?"

Taehyung pursed his lips before shaking his head amused about her confidence of getting a Blackjack that quickly. "Don't try pulling a Bugs Bunny on me, there's no way."

Rising one of her brows, she accepted the unspoken dare and let go of his hand. Gesturing for him to open the dealt card. And he did. Observing how surprise drained off any smugness from his face.

A third seven staring back at him.

"Blackjack."

His brows furrowed and he blinked, trying to process what just happened. Eventually nodding then with folded lips. Trying keeping his cool. It was a mere coincidence, surely. "Fine, go ahead. What else do you wanna know?"

"Your necklace.." she said then, catching a glimpse of the golden chain peeking above his collar, "Is there a special reason it's a tiger?"

His eyes went round, following her gaze when his lips tucked into a faint smile. "Ah," he said then, while reminiscing the past for a moment. His eyes finding hers again. "When I was a kid my grandparents used to call me 'little tiger', or something like that. I don't remember exactly anymore, it's been twenty years after all."

"And you're wearing it ever since?"

He nodded, fumbling with the necklace shyly.

"That's sweet." Her voice quieter then she intended, "It must mean a lot to you."

".. yeah, I guess it does."

And she gave him a soft smile, understanding the sentiment behind it now and why he always wore it. Reaching over to get the stack of cards then.

Thirteen rounds and another round of wine later, they set the cards aside.

There were significantly more people around them now as an hour ago.

But Taehyung only had eyes for the young woman who was happily humming another victory tune. Not even trying hiding her joyous grinning anymore.

And he stared at her in admiration but also with a new found respect, feeling much more humbled than before. "How.. how did you do that?"

"Do what?" Cassandra innocently asked as she chunked down the last bit of her second glass of sangria.

She felt the alcohol beginning to kick in as she'd been mindlessly drinking too quickly, once again getting fooled by the sweet taste. She had to be careful if she didn't want to fall asleep or blurt out her deepest secrets. She'd already had to spill some embarrassing things tonight. Like her writing a love letter to her crush in middle school or almost getting caught cheating in a French test, also in middle school.

Taehyung scoffed as they left the table and walked out the bar. A pleasant fresh breeze brushing past their flushed cheeks the moment they exited. "You know what. You won ten out of fifteen rounds."

"Beginner's luck," she shrugged with a teasing grin, making him wet his dry lips before chewing on it musing.

It wasn't like she had persistent on hearing more details of the heist. Despite her liking the stories, as undetailed as he usually kept them, and as much as it was entertaining her to tease him, she respected the fact he didn't like or wanted to talk about them. Instead, she'd asked about other things, more general. Like his first crush or which one was his favorite place they'd been to. And he appreciated it. Hence why he wasn't mad that she beat him in most rounds. More the opposite, he found her beaming face cute whenever she did. He was rather astonished.

"Again, how did you do it?"

Cassandra, holding the small plant securely in her hands, only folded her lips to suppress a sassy remark. Instead she only hummed, pretending being clueless.

They walked down the street towards the beach. The streets glowing under warm lights of lamps and shops surrounding them. Loud laughs erupting from a group at one of the tables of a restaurant they passed by.

"C'mon, tell me," Taehyung pouted then, nudging her arm. His almost whiny tone making her giggle.

"Well, you shouldn't underastimate me next time," she said in a sing-song voice then. And he observed her for a moment with a fond smile.

This girl was full of surprises and perhaps not as pure as he made her out to be after all, he realised.

"I really shouldn't, you're right. So what's your secret, Doc? Are you a secret gambler?"

"Hm.. remember I told you growing up with my grandparents?"

He nodded.

"My grandpa was and still is a highly gifted card player," she explained then, "That's how we mostly passed our time together, so he showed me a thing or two. And as fate willed, we always play Blackjack on New Year's. So Taehyung, I don't wanna hurt your pride, but your skills are nothing compared to my grandpa's."

A nostalgic smile crossed her face as memories of endless summer nights spent playing cards with her grandparents flooded her mind. 

He laughed out at this. "To be honest, I'm relieved. Thought you'd tell me you got these skills from one of your films."

She puffed out a breath at his anew teasing of her love for the crime genre. "Oh please. I don't need films for that. My grandpa's the only person I've never beaten in any of these games unless he let me. So really, it wasn't hard to beat you."

"But Blackjack is pure luck, you can't win all the time unless you count cards."

"Was that what you guys did in Macau?" she smirked.

"No, I'm not good at it. I used a-" He abruptly cut himself mid-sentence. Grinning back at her. "Nice try."

She simply shrugged though. "I didn't count cards. I don't even know how to do that."

"Then how -"

"There are some other tricks which help giving you better chances."

"Like what?"

"Family secret."

And he rolled his eyes. "So your family's full of gambling geniuses?"

"No. Just my grandpa."

Cassandra was a book with many chapters, each one of them more thrilling and surprising than the other ones and he began to see her in a slightly different light.

She was still the kindhearted, smart, fun friend he knew. But there was more to her. Way more. He always knew there was more to her, but he couldn't say what. Now he found out one new facette of hers.

"You tricked me," he plainly stated then, making her laugh out.

"How so?"

"You never said you're a card playing mastermind. I feel betrayed."

She faked pity. "Aw. Can I somehow make it up to you?"

"I'll think of something and let you know."

Their gazes met, holding each other's with soft smiles.

Usually, he didn't have an issue looking someone directly in the eyes. In his job, he had to be able doing that without batting an eyelash. However, when it came to her and her gentle eyes, something inside him twitched. 

"Well," she slowly began then, letting her eyes wander to the water in the distance. The Mediterranean sea peeking between the building. "Think quickly. When you leave there's no way for me to make it up to you anymore. You'd have to wait till randomly visiting me again.."

Her tone was teasing but he could see a flicker of something more in her eyes before blinking it away. A secret she didn't want to speak out loud. Like the fact it was a pity and sad she couldn't stay in touch with him when he wasn't around.

She knew it wasn't possible. They didn't use phones except if necessary and even then, it was burner phones - untracable for interpol. And yet, she couldn't help but find it an undeniable pity. And he agreed with that.

"I'll hurry up, promise."

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29th August

A week had passed by since Taehyung had stopped by and Cassandra was getting ready for her shift at the hospital. Getting mentally prepared to see Pavlo again after having been spared of his presence for two days. She was tying her shoes when her phone on the side table next to the entrance door lit up. A new text notification appearing on the screen.

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[maxislvt]

All I Want For Christmas Is You

Summary: You're the greatest gift Wanda could ask for.

Warnings: Stalking, obsessive behavior, smut, sex toys, overstimulation, collars, and references to bondage

A/N: I get to have a treat for myself!!!

Event Masterlist

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Humans were creatures of habits. They had to be up by one time, showered by another, and off to work by the next. If not, they'd fall into stress and have a number of issues following them. You were a perfect example of that, unknowingly so.

Wanda couldn't blame you for not noticing. After all, she went out of her way to keep her control over you subtle. You did not need to know about the camera hiding in your apartment and how she watched you sleeped. All you had to do was appreciate it. Be thankful by living life with all the benefits being under Wanda's watch came with. Being as oblivious as you were, you did that happily.

When you tossed and turned restlessly during the night, you let Wanda talk you to sleep. You never questioned how she magically knew when your period cramps had gotten the best of you and would bring you snacks. You were just thankful for your girlfriend and everything about her. Wanda was easy to open up to and you appreciated that.

Which is why you were avoiding her like the plague for the Christmas season. As much as you loved her, her understanding of you made it near impossible to keep secrets from her. You didn't even make it out of the house to go shopping before you were met with your first obstacle. A simple phone call.

"Hey, sweet doll! Where are you going?"

The honey sweet voice filled your ears and you almost forgot about your entire mission for the day. "Oh, nowhere! I'm still at home actually!" You were thankful your voice didn't give way to your lying. Unfortunately, lying to a woman who had cameras in every nook and cranny of your house was actually impossible.

Wanda made a face of disappointment. You never lied to her before. Something had to be wrong. "I can hear you getting in the car. Wanna try that again?" She looked down at the monitor in front of her. It was funny watching you pout and squirm while trying to come up with another lie. "Come on, I just want to know where my baby is so they're safe. I promise not to laugh if you're going to Baskin Robbins again." She laughed at the frustrated huff coming from you on the other end of the line.

"I'm not going anywhere important and I can't go to Baskin Robbins again because I haven't been this week!" The outburst was short and your anger, if it could even be called that, fizzled out almost immediately. "Sorry…I love you, I'll be back home soon." Before Wanda could accept your apology, you hung up the phone. It shocked you to see Wanda hadn't texted you or called you back after your abrupt hang up.

The lack of another call was but a wolf in sheep's clothing. Wanda was already getting up and prepped to follow you the second you lied to her about where you were going. A simple tracking app was all it took. Wanda was rather confused about why you felt the need to lie about going to the mall, but she elected to watch and follow you before making a move. Your girlfriend took the opportunity to sneak as many pictures of you as she could. It wasn't until you entered her favourite store that she started to put things together.

You had always been obsessed with getting Wanda gifts. When you two first started dating, they were little handmade things. Maybe some cookies you baked or a collage you just finished. Wanda's gifts were always much more expensive. All you wanted to do was match the quality of gifts. That was near impossible considering Wanda had almost an endless flow of money from her parents and you weren't even allowed to have a job anymore. This added to Wanda's confusion because you weren't paying with the card she'd given you and there was no way you would've been able to afford what you bought.

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Christmas day had arrived shortly after your little outburst and you were so proud of yourself. As far as you knew, Wanda hadn't found out your master plan. When Christmas Eve rolled around, you were buzzing with excitement.

"Open mine first! You gotta!"

Wanda laughed at your excitement and kissed your cheek. "No, you know my rules. You open mine first and then I'll open yours." Wanda looked down at you only to be met with your greatest weapon, puppy dog eyes. A defeated sigh escaped her lips. "Fine, but you're opening all of mine immediately after." She sat down on the couch and opened the rather hefty box. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. Inside the box was a number of toys Wanda had only dreamed of using on you. Rope, anal plugs, and even a leash. "Baby, why'd you buy a leash with no…" Her words died down in her throat as you handed her a second box.

"Somebody on campus owed me a favour so I had them make this in return." You mindlessly played with your hands. "I mean, you always say I'm the best gift you could ever ask for so I decided to buy something that would make me better." Your face grew hot as Wanda carefully examined the collar. No more words could come out of your mouth. Part of your brain had been overcome with lust and the part was completely terrified.

Wanda's dominant hand carefully guided you down on your knees. Her hands carefully wrapped the collar around your neck and attached the leash. At first, all she did was tug at it a few times. She shuddered hearing your pathetic whimpering and soft whines. "You really know how to ruin me."

A small yelp escaped your lips when Wanda roughly pulled on the leash and forced you to sit in her lap. You were helpless as she groped you through your pyjama shorts. "Ah, but what about the —"

"Shush, you can open yours in the morning before we go see your parents. Just let me play with my toys first." Wanda's fingers teased your slit before doing away with your bottoms entirely. She grabbed the first toy she could feel. "I know that little clit of yours is really sensitive, I promise I won't be too rough on you."

You moaned softly as Wanda pressed the vibrating wand flush against the bundle of nerves between your legs. No amount of squirming could protect you from the strength of the toy. Wanda made sure to pull you back in place if you got too far away from her. "That feels so good," you slurred out. The slight choking from the collar intensified all the stimulation.

Wanda swirled the toy around your clit and harshly bit your neck. "Cum whenever you need, but I'm not stopping until I've had my fix for the night." Your desperate cries and needy moans only furthered her addiction to your pleasure. "That's it, you know those pretty noises I like to hear." Wanda refused to take the toy off your clit no matter how much you begged.

Overstimulation quickly became too much for you and frantically tried to push Wanda's hand away. "No, no more! I need a break." Your hands defensively covered your cunt.

Wanda clicked her tongue in disappointment. "I guess we'll have to use those pretty little handcuffs you bought."

[raibebe]

Genre: fluff Words: 721 Prompt: cheetah hybrid reader x wolf hybrid prince Jeno Request: Jeno + love at first sight + magnolia (nobility) by anon Warnings: arranged marriage

A/N: Are you excited for every other request to be a Jeno one? 😏

Jasper's version

“Would it kill you to look a little more happy? It’s your wedding day,” your sister rolled her eyes at you while she tightened the strings of your corset, her spotted ears twitching in annoyance. “Maybe I’d be happier if I knew who was waiting for me at the end of the aisle,” you shot back and let a growl rip from deep in your chest. “He’s a prince. What more do you need to know? This is a good marriage,” she argued and as if to punish you, she pulled one last time before tying the strings of your corset. “You don’t see how this is fucked up?” “Don’t speak like that. Mother chose a great husband for you. They will help protect our borders and keep our people safe. This is your duty to your country.” You just bit your tongue to not aggravate your sister further, her mossy scent already flaring up. It was pointless anyway. You’ve had this discussion countless times already ever since your mother had announced that you were to marry the ice prince of the north. Not long after the contracts were finalized, you and your sister had boarded a ship to sail north, the cold winds guiding you to what was supposed to be your new home. 

Solemnly, you let your sister push you down to sit on the plush chair in front of the big vanity so your maids could keep dolling you up for your soon-to-be husband. A man who had failed to introduce himself all the days you had already been here. Not once did you manage to catch a glimpse. The final touch of your wedding look was of course the veil that your sister carefully placed on your head to obscure your face, careful not to disturb your spotted ears that spoke of your home far further down south. In contrast to that, all the ears and tails you had seen on the staff were pale colors such as white or light grey. “You look beautiful,” your sister whispered, her voice thick with emotion but through the veil, you couldn’t see her tears. 

Walking into the wedding hall was nothing short of overwhelming, hundreds of different scents assaulting your nose and with your vision partially obscured, it felt like your sense of smell really wanted to make up for it. Burying your nails in the thick furs your sister was wearing, you tried your hardest to keep walking forward, towards your soon-to-be husband. “I love you,” your sister told you quietly in your mother tongue before she unfurled your grip to hand you over. 

Your breathing all but stopped when a calloused hand took yours and guided you up the last few steps. “You look gorgeous,” a deep and soothing voice spoke and that was when the smell of the prince of the north really hit you: A fire on a cold winter night, the logs crackling and the oils of the pine enriching the air, a warm cup of spiced tea. He smelt like everything you had craved and more ever since you had arrived.  As you fought the urge to close the gap between you early and to rip your veil from your head so you could finally see him, you completely missed the officiant’s speech, only reacting and stuttering out an “I do” when the prince squeezed your hands. 

“You may kiss your bride.” With another squeeze to your hands, the prince - or your husband you should say - let go of your hands to slowly lift your veil. Blinking rapidly to focus, your gaze landed on the dark grey eyes of your husband. His dark hair was long and intricate braids were woven into the lengths, two bushy light grey ears twitching attentively. He was a wolf. With a smile, that curved his eyes into little crescents, he gently cupped your face and with his scent even closer to you, you felt your knees buckle. With quick reflexes, the prince grabbed you around your waist to steady you and pulled you against his body. “Don’t faint on me,” he whispered. “I can’t help it,” you replied breathlessly, your head spinning with the proximity. “I can feel it too,” he spoke lowly before he finally sealed your vows with a deep kiss that you melted into.

[melodyofthevoid]

“Captive”

Drinking alone, of course it happened the one time she ignored her own advice and went out for a few drinks alone. Hindsight and all that nonsense Ilia talked about at length. Whatever.

As Mariza might say: her mistake.

But with Willow breathing down Mariza’s neck, Mariza taking that about as well as could be expected, and generally needing a single solitary moment to herself? A drink was more than in order.

The green fins even set her at ease after the first few rounds, her vision a bit too faded at the edges to realize that the fins surrounded an entirely human ear. Not until it was already too late.

Then the room started to warp and turn, her ale a bit too salty, and her face too warm for the measly amount she’d drank.

After that? A complete blur.

Which left her here, with a pounding headache, rope burn, and absolutely no clue where the fuck she was.

People stood at odd intervals around her, holding onto the ropes binding her from head to toe. One even lashed around her neck in a noose, an unspoken threat. She bared her teeth and searched her surroundings for something, anything that might help her break loose. The moment that one of these idiots slipped up, she’d make them pay.

“Ah, our guest has arrived!”

A voice called from the distance, opening the door and letting in a flood of bright light, forcing Delta to squint as her head protested. Rather violently. Great.

Which idiot with a vendetta (or desperately in need of the bounty money) decided to take their shot at her this time?

The blood in Delta’s veins froze as the figure approached, too familiar. Nightmarishly so. Blonde hair fell over her shoulders in waves, loose, not tied up and away just yet. An eye the color of rotten seaweed examined her from a face that should have been beautiful. If it wasn’t for the too smooth perfection, like a ceramic doll, it might’ve been.

It was a face she glimpsed only once, cowering beneath a table in a place forsaken by Indra and all things good, a place no one but her, lucky frightened her, returned from. The Butcher’s Den.

“Oh,” her voice wavered in delight, “You’re even more perfect than I’d imagined. I’m honored to meet you, Delta.”

Somehow, that sparked her body to start working again. Delta thrashed, still exhausted but she’d be damned if she went down without a fight. Anything to ignore the terror of the Butcher knowing her. The Butcher laughed, tutting like Delta was merely a misbehaving animal, and not a piece of meat that she wanted to carve.

“No need for that now, I’d hate to put your body through any unnecessary abuse before I even get started. It’d be a waste for such a rare specimen.”

The Butcher’s face fell, polite smile turning into a sneer.

“Charles!”

The man who’d spiked her drink straightened, nearly shaking the fins he no doubt cut off himself from his head.

“Yes? What is it?”

“You said that she was alone, right? No one followed you?”

“Not at all, Hea-“

“Good. Well Delta,” the Butcher grinned again, somehow wider now, “Looks like no one will find you. Now, let’s get you all prepared. But I think you’ll last longer than the others, I’d hate to lose you too soon.”

Delta grimaced, yet sighed in relief. If her crew didn’t come, good. They’d be safe. For now… she’d have to stay alive. Survive.

Gods she didn’t want to end up in that tank. But it looked like she didn’t have a lot of say in that.

[amanyxia]

And You Thought Monsters Didn't Exist

“Please play with me.” A whisper in my ear and a pair of hands snake their way up and down my body before they settle on my bulge. My mouth twitches, and my eyes stay glued to my computer screen. I’m too busy.

“What am I doing right now, Angel?” I can see her pouting without even having to turn and look. So pathetic yet cute. 

“It looks like you’ve been staring at the same screen for hours.” How smart of her. I’ll remember that for later.

“Doing what specifically?” 

“Unfortunately working until death arrives. Come play.” She’s testing my patience some days,. I sigh and put my full attention on her now. 

“I have a deadline doll. I can’t just stop working. I ha-” 

“But it’s midnight!” She exclaims. “You’ve been going at it for ten hours now. Come to bed with me. Now.” She cut me off and demanded I do something? Usually, that’d be a turn on but not tonight. This work is important, although she is right. It’s past midnight, and I know what missing sleep does for my mental health. I appreciate her looking out for me, so I compromise. 

“Look, you’re right. Just give me thirty more minutes to find a good stopping point, and you can have me.” I wink at her and return my attention to work. The thirty starts as soon as it’s been spoken about.

“Fine.” She goes on to say something else, but I’m already too hyperfocused on my work again. 

Thirty minutes already go by, and I start saving my work when I notice how exhausted I am after all. Playtime might have to wait a little longer. I hear voices outside my office door. My roommate has company and I’m already thinking of the most heinous shit to say that’ll make everyone leave. My house, my rules. 

After I lock my office door behind me, I make my way to the kitchen for a quick bite before bed. I find Alex in the living room, gaming away with one of his friends. The sounds I hear from the kitchen grab my attention next.

“Who else is here?” They’re too focused on winning or losing, so I keep walking. What I see from the doorway is what I never wanted to see. My fucking roommate really thought it was a good idea to invite a tweaker to my house? I’ll throw him out on the streets next. I’m not a violent person, but what I’m staring at now is enough for me to get away with murder. Mike. Standing behind my girl. His hands were on her. One hand covers her mouth, and the other violates her body while she’s pinned against the counter. 

I swallow down the urge to butcher him right here at this moment and put on an act. I clear my throat, which startles him. “Hello.” Both of his hands fall away from her body, and she lets out gasps of breath followed by sobs. 

“Oh, hey man. Funny story for you.” 

I sigh and cock my head to the side, smirking and looking over at my girl. Mike tries to walk past me out of the kitchen without another word, but I grab his arm. “Oh, hey man, you fucking stay put.” I hiss out, then rush over to her, assuring her she’s safe now. 

“It’s not what you’re thinking. We had a moment.” I rest my forehead against hers and sigh, trying to gather my thoughts. He should know better than to lie. He's already been given many warnings for the things he’s said to her in the past. It might have to get physical this time for him to finally understand. Some people learn the hard way after all.

“Bedroom. Now. I’ll be there in a few.” She shakes her head. She shouldn’t see me like this. The monster I locked away in my head is now loosening the lock by himself. She backs away but doesn’t leave. I don’t have time for this. Her choice. Mike tries walking off again when I yell out for Alex. 

“You. Stop fucking moving. I’m not done with you yet.” I grab Mike by the shoulder. I’m done for. The monster is on his way out. Jay is no longer present. Alex comes from around the corner with irritation on his face. 

“Stop fucking yelling; what’s your problem?” I let out a laugh and dug my nails into Mike's shoulder before letting go.

“You’re looking at him! What the fuck is this? What the fuck is he doing in my house?” I lowered my volume for a moment. “I don’t know who that other guy is, but I want him gone too.”

“Jay, I live here too, man. I should be as allowed to invite people over as you are.” Yeah, except he’s late on his rent coming up on month three. I’ll keep his statement in an important folder for later. 

“The longer you take on paying me your rent, the rougher these rules will get on you. I’m not playing at this point. This fucker just assaulted my girl, and here you are acting clueless about why I don’t even want him in my house. You’ve heard the shit he’s said to her before. Let’s not be stupid now.”

“I thought she was in your bedroom, honest to God.” Exasperates Alex. Playing dumb now. The living room is in between the kitchen and the hallway to the bedrooms. The TV he stares at is facing the hallway; try again. Mike opens his mouth next.

“Now, Jay, let’s not throw accusations out there without proof. I’m sorry your good girl isn’t as loyal as you thought; really, I am. Pretty girls like her with a pussy that tight really ought to be put on a leash and watched over more by her man, don’t you agree?” 

I heard enough. There was no look of guilt or regret on his face before I punched him so hard that he fell to the ground. I think I would kill for her. Love makes you do stupid things. Did I just say I love her? Damn.

Alex starts yelling at me. “Jay! The fuck is wrong with you!?” The guy I had locked away in the darkest part of my brain breaks out and puts my finger to my lips, silencing Alex.

“Hey, it’s getting pretty late. I think I’ll just leave too.” Alex’s other friend finally comes in to announce his departure, then looks at me and then at Mike lying on the ground.

“I’ll head out with you; I need a smoke anyway.” Alex looks at me and shakes his head. “I apologize that this happened. I thought Mike had his shit together better than that.” 

“Thank you for showing some respect; have a great night!” I enthusiastically said to the other guy and quickly waved them off, then returned my attention to Mike. “See, that’s what you should have done instead of putting yourself in this mess. Now look at you.” I grab the collar of his shirt and get ready to throw another punch in his face before my arm is grabbed.

“Please, stop.” She makes me snap back to reality. I look at Mike, bleeding from his nose, then I step away and look at my girl. She’d been frozen behind me the entire time. She saw the monster open the cage and step out, but she didn’t run. Instead, she stepped in, going so far as to put her hands on the monster. Her eyes are pleading with me to stop.

“Ahh, she keeps you sane.” Mike gets up and stares at her with hunger in his eyes. “Those girls are the best. No wonder you’re this crazy over a matter so silly. But hey, you were busy, you know. And like I said, you walked in to take over at the right time. She was dripping wet…”

He continues on, but I’m too busy trying to fight this monster back in his cage that I can no longer make out his words. I wouldn’t want to hear it anyway. I put a hand to her cheek, and she nuzzles back into me and whispers, “Please.” It starts hurting me to see her emerald eyes beg me to stop. Oh, doll, It might be too late. The longer he stays in my sight, the harder it is to fight off these urges.

“We were about to get freaky on that counter too. She really wanted me in that moment.” He points to the counter I found him assaulting her at and wipes blood from his nose. This guy just doesn’t get it, does he? I don’t believe him because tweakers lie all the time, but I still look down at her in question, wanting to know the real story.

“I went to the kitchen because I thought you’d be hungry. I wanted to make you something; I even told Mike that when he followed me into the kitchen. He tried to have a conversation with me while I was searching the cupboards for what you had. He had me pinned against my will, despite my telling him to stop. I just wanted to make you food.” She looks down, and her voice breaks at the end of her statement. The pain in her voice alone makes my heart crack. Anyone who hurts her should be in the ground.

Mike groans, gets up, and starts moving toward her, but I step in and push him back as a warning. “You can just leave right now. No more attempting to make yourself look good with a fake story. You’re just adding fuel to the fire, and I really wouldn’t suggest you keep going. Leave. I don’t want to see you in my house ever again.” He starts for the door, then stops. People like him don’t know when to stop running their mouths until it’s too late. For them, that is. 

“You know, she’s actually missing out on the details of how she started this whole thing. I didn’t follow her into the kitchen for anything originally. We were having a conversation, and that’s where she was headed.” A look of amusement crosses his face. “She was teasing me once we were alone. Believe me or not, man, she’s pretty wild.”

Something stirs up inside me again, and just like that, everything goes black. Jay isn’t here anymore. This guy strokes my girl's cheek and smiles sadistically. She meets his eyes and starts shaking her head. 

“Please don’t. Please just throw him out. He’s doing this on purpose.”

“I’m sorry, Angel, but I have to. No one gets to touch you. You’re mine.” He pulls his hand away and swings at Mike, causing him to fall back into a counter. 

Pinned and with nowhere to go, Mike's smile is gone, and his face fills with fear. “You fucking lunatic! Get off me, I’ll go!”

“Yeah, I bet that’s what she was thinking when she was in your position at the time, too.” The monster pummels Mike in the face a couple more times, then drops him back on the ground. He grabs the sharpest kitchen knife from the block set nearby, and that’s when my girl grabs his arm, trying once more to stop him. He looks down at her, shaking his head.

“He doesn’t get to get away with shit like this.” He yanked his arm out of her grip and swung at Mike with the knife. She starts screaming my name, and I hear Alex storming into the house a moment later. 

I’m in deep shit, aren’t I?

[pastelgrungewrecker]

Bundle of Joy || Shattered Glass

I have nothing I can give But this chance that you may live

She was so small. Small, sickly looking and she barely cried. Perceptor’s hands trembled as his vision blurred only halfway and he held her close to a chest and let off so small a sound it almost didn’t exist.

“I... I can’t- I can’t be who she needs I can’t-”

Springer’s hand was heavy on his shoulder, gauntlet claws tapping the bare skin uncovered by a medical gown.

“Then give her to someone who can.”, he crooned in the sniper’s ear, “I found a place, she’ll be safe and she won’t know danger or pain... Trust me, just this once.”

“O-Okay.”, said Perceptor with a soft sob, “Promise me, promise me He won’t find her.”

“He won’t.”

Prowl smiled as he listened over the muted commline Springer left open, and began to open lines of searching and containment.

Laudanum looked down, feeling something sour in her throat as she opened her handcomm next to the speaker port in the door leading to Mimosa.

She swallowed something like battery acid as Prowl’s voice, crackly and faded from the sheer quantum distance of connection, began to speak.

::It figures, with her parentage, that she'd fail. All my work- wasted. Pathetic. Laudanum, I am transferring leadership to you; consider your... sibling to be damaged assets and cut her free.::

“Are you sure, sir? What of her assets?”

::They’ll self destruct in time- I’ve had a contingency in place. She has perhaps six months before they take full effect and she will no longer be a problem. Do not fail me.::

The line closed, and Mimosa’s eyes- for the first time in too long... Filled with tears as the connection went silent.

“P-Papa... Prowl...”, she whimpered, a shaky and failing hand upon the lead-treated glass window, “He... No, He loves me, he has to-!”

“I... I’m sorry, Mimosa.”, said Laudanum gently, softer than she thought she ever could, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry- “

Laudanum watched as their little leader, born and bred to control and eradicate... broke. It was messy, and haphazard; her silent cries made her throat seize and made her gag weakly only to vomit into the container in her little cell for that explicit purpose.

“B-B-BABA, BABA HELP M-ME!”

Halls away, in an office with twinned Ratchet’s both trying to find the words to fix the news just delivered- Percy’s mascara streaked eyes went wide. He turned his head so fast his neck popped and Lock suddenly looked serious and put a hand up to both CMOs.

“Perce, babe. What is it. Who’s calling.”

“My baby-”

He ran. He ran like a man possessed and felt the deep lodged mycomutagen seem to rise within his chest, his skull, his very skin and his steps almost didn’t touch the tile floor.

“MY BABY-!”

Lock tore after him with teeth bared, and the Ratchet’s followed out of fear and concern at the deep black lines present in Percy’s ever-pale skin. Smear on the walls where the vampiric sniper overshot and bounced off and lines dug into wallpaper and through safety plating as they led down, down, down the levels where dull thuds were heard.

“MY BABY!”

The bellowed words echoed and Lock arrived first- seeing Laudanum backed against the wall and seeming in shock. Mimosa visible through the protective glass as she slumped on the floor in a heap and wailed wordlessly, soundlessly- like a broken thing, a cracked doll with hair matted and damp and skin sallow from the radioactive poison they desperately were trying to help her survive.

And Percy at the door- hands twisted from the mycomutagen and manicured nails in strange carapace-like claws. Thorny points pushed through the smooth skin of his hairline like a Madonna’s halo and he dug his weaponized hands into the first door and began to pull.

“I’M HERE I’M HERE I’LL BE IN SOON!”, he bellowed, echoing wetly and with a trill in his throat that Lock watched in some kind of fascination.

Both Ratchet’s charged through, trying to knock Percy away from the door as they snapped and spat about contamination and the dangers of releasing toxins-

And then Laudanum screamed.

Percy, or whatever he was now- rose to a violent height, each hand curling claws into a different shirt while goatlike pupils flickered dangerously.

“Open. This. Door. Doctor.”, hissed the sniper, “Or I will.”

Ratchet struggled, trying to reason with a clearly activated mutation sourcepoint until his modified double looked from the panicked and feral sniper, to the keypad.

He reached out, frantically punching in the entry code, “Th-There, darling it’s open, go on go to her-”

And just like that, the both of them were dropped and in a flutter of mycelial tendrils Percy seemed to all-but fly into the containment room.

Mimosa wailed again, no sound until she gagged into the disposal bucket again and her body convulsed with each heave.

“B-Baba he-he never. he never loved me he never wanted me why can’t anyone WANT ME WHY CAN’T ANYONE LOVE ME TOO-”

“Ssssssh, shush now my sweetling, my little foxkit, my tiny faechild.”, cooed Percy as he folded around her right there on the floor. He pulled her sickly form against him, ear to his chest to hear a mutated heart thud in a steady tempo, “It’s okay, I know, I know I’m so sorry my darling one my most precious one, Forgive me oh forgive me for letting him ever see you-”

The door slid shut slowly.

Both Ratchet’s looked to Lock when they heard Laudanum skitter behind him like a scared gutterkitten. he reached back, petting over bright hair with a low and comforting hum.

“Lock, explain.”, snapped the mad medic as he assisted his double, “There is NO possible way with his current dosage that the mutations should present so rapidly, so GROTESQUELY-”

“It’s because he was angry.”, said Lock gently, “Y’see... When Mimsy-moo in there was born... Perce wasn’t great. Wasn’t healthy. Still mutating and coming back from the dead on a microscopic level- facing down the G-9 takeover and pumped full of enough substances for stability and recovery that it shoulda killed him again.”

“And?!”

“...And he gave her up. Springer convinced him to give her up without even. Even CALLING me..”, the words were growled, they dripped from him with tangible malice, “To a fostering commune off Cybertron. Bastard told Perce that she’d be safe there, have a normal life- a normal family.”

“But she obviously didn’t, she’s told us about Prowl ‘raising her’ if you can even call it that-”

“Springer’s always been a double-crosser.”, said Lock with something in his voice that could dissolve stardust, “He’d told Prowl Percy was carrying a child. Prowl wanted the kid cause of the mycomutagen. Wanted to weaponize it, weaponize her; he hadn’t perfected the Neocreation Project yet.”

The modified medic fell solemnly quiet as his softer double blinked in shock, “He. He abducted her?!”

“No, he adopted her- legally. For a gentle use of legal. Falsified documents. Said her sire was KOA and her carrier was deemed psychologically unfit.”

Lock looked to the window after gently shooing Laudanum up the halls and stair Percy had careened down. When she was gone, her little scuffing footsteps no longer audible... he unclenched his other fist, letting blood drip from his punctured palm.

“He experimented on my little girl for years.”, were the soft words he whispered, “And I couldn’t save her from ending up like me. Like Perce. I’m such a piece of shit.”

The pair of CMOs stepped aside as he moved- walking to the door like a man to his execution before entering the keypad code neither Ratchet doubted he’d stolen by fondly nefarious means to allow him access.

Percy shushed his sobbing eldest again, clawed hand gently petting her cheek as he rocked her side to side. When he heard Lock enter, he hissed in a serpentine viciousness before hooking an arm under Mimosa’s legs and carrying her to the bed she’d been stuck in for almost three months.

“She’s STARVING.”, snapped Percy, “They aren’t feeding her!”

“Babe, she’s radioactive-”

“THAT ISN’T WHAT I MEAN!”, yowled the mutated sniper, thorn crown pushing through the skin just a little more, “They are starving US.”

Lock nodded, scratching his head to cover the brush of a finger over his earpiece comm to allow their more familiar Ratchet to hear. Outside, the modified CMO froze, holding up a finger to his double to allow him to listen.

“She is OF ME. She was born OF ME, OF ALL OF ME-”, growled Percy, “Prowl starved it, starved the connection. It cannot fight what is in her, it can’t break it down because it is underdeveloped and malnutritioned. I have to save her, I have to save her this time I can’t let her suffer- not again, not ever again.”

“Babe, you’re talkin’ wild. Gimme Mimsy-moo and we’ll talk it out-”

“Touch her and your silly healing factor will not save you, it will not save the CMOs nor will it save this hospital am I crystal. Fucking. Clear. Deadlock of Rodion.”

Lock stopped all movement, raising both eyebrows.

“She needs me, she needs mine to bolster her. We are only holding what Prowl’s done at bay.”, said Percy softly as he settled on Mimosa’s bed and rocked her like she was still small though she was fully grown, “She’s already going to lose her legs. A few fingers. I’ve failed her so many times already I cannot let it happen again do you understand?”

“Babe, you didn’t fail her- you were manipulated-”

“I SHOULD HAVE BEEN SMARTER, MY INTELLECT WAS UNHEARD OF.”, snarled Percy, his normally delicate and fluttering voice suddenly steel-edged and cruel, “I let her go and he STOLE HER because I trusted the person who murdered me like an IDIOT. I will not let my baby down again, I refuse.”

“Babe, at least tell me what your gonna do- I ain’t gonna stop you unless it’s gonna hurt you, you know that-”

“I’m going to help her. I can’t explain it beyond I am going to give her some of me, something more skilled and developed and cultivated.”

The modified CMO sighed steam as his heartrate rose and he began to fiddle with the keypad silently.

“I am going to save her, like I should have years ago. And then maybe... maybe I can try to earn her forgiveness... She has your eyes Lock. She has your eyes and my little nose.”, said Percy, with his voice breaking just a little, “Your eyes and my little nose and she didn’t even cry when she was born, do you know that? So small, so small and so strong to fight through everything and he hurt her so badly. So much, and so long...”

Lock swallowed hard, watching in nervous intrigue as Percy put a thumb in his own fanged mouth- using one of the needle-like cuspids to tear the tip of the digit nearly in half and let blood and mycelium bead up in bubbles and gurgles though it refused to flow.

Percy hummed a lullaby- unfamiliar to his voice and something he had heard his double murmur to Mimosa’s double on the days the world was far too much to take. And he dabbed the damaged digit against Mimosa’s lips until her teeth flashed and sank into it.

The Ratchet’s pushed the door slowly open to see Percy cradling the sickly Mimosa- seeing dark lines begin to spread over the skin they could see as Lock moved with the careful wariness of watched prey to grab the brush on the bedside table.

“I’m, uh- I’m gonna comb out her hair, While you do that, alright?”

“Good. After this she needs to be clean, scrubbed up and a nice warm soak.”, he crooned as he adjusted his hold on Mimosa; feeling her go limp in his grasp and release his thumb.

“Do ya, uhm. Do ya need-”

“The thumb will be fine, precious.”, said Percy, “She took what she could, it will multiply and grow and feed on what Prowl did to her.”

The pair of CMOs crept closer before Percy turned to look at them with a fluid motion- the preternatural way he had about him as his mutations began to recede and fade and fold away and he smiled with no mirth.

“Apologies for interrupting you two earlier.”, he said, bright without being light, “But there was an emergency.”

“Is. Is that so?”, asked the softer of the pair of medics, “How uh. How... A’right, I’m just gonna say it outright. How the fuck did you know she needed you?? You were seven floors up and on the opposite side of the building!”

“Because she’s of me.”, laughed Percy as Mimosa stirred enough to curl closer to her Baba, “I was deeply infected with the mycomutagen and on the way to full symbiosis when I carried her, gave birth to her. She’s part of the web. Now that I know what her... signal is, I can always know when she needs me.”

“Fascinating.”, whispered both of the Ratchets as they drew closer to the bed.

Lock chuckled, “Does that mean yer gonna be a big ol’ creepy crawly supermodel each time?”

“Oh no, that’s only when there’s the chance I have to tear a living being apart like wet tissue, love.”

“Kinda hot.”

“Oho, you flatterer.”

The modified Ratchet cleared his throat, making his double roll his eyes grandly, “All of that aside, darling- It is imperative we all exit this room; we are all no doubt contaminated as it is-”

“Oh, then be on your way. I will be staying right here.”, said Percy, “My daughter needs me, and I am not inclined to deny that this time.”

“Darling, please-”

“I will stay, and act as a fount for her to recover.”, said Percy softly, “I saved Stormy with this once, after all. If anyone deserves it it’s her.”

“...Pardon? Stormy, as in, my son in law?!”

“Oh, yes. Who else? Anyone who has ingested fluids or physical pieces of my body is infected- it’s all a matter of whether or not your body is an appropriate environment for growth and cultivation- oh dear, off he went. Was it something I said?”

The call First Aid received that night was loaded with medical jargon and mid panic, leading up to a sentence that Stardust happily repeated thanks to her carrier’s unfortunate insistence on exposing her to language as soon as possible.

“WHAT DO YOU FUCKING MEAN MY HUSBAND HAS MUSHROOMS IN HIS BRAIN?!”

[briamichellewrites]

6

George was discovering more about Bria. He took his time with her because he genuinely wanted her to like him. If he pushed too hard, he risked losing his chance at friendship. He needed to remind himself that she was still a teenager. Many teenagers expressed a desire to spend less time with their parents. They prefer to spend time with their friends. Michelle had long discussed her independence. It did not matter what the other children were doing.

She would always had a strong interest in music. She would rather play with musical instruments than with other toys. She became distracted because she claimed to hear music in her head. When she was eight years old, her paediatrician diagnosed her with ADHD. Did she play with the other children? Yes, but if she was uninterested in what they were doing, she would leave on her own.

Her dolls would stage pretend performances. She also enjoyed pretending to be a soldier and going through drills. Henry would make her perform planks and army crawls. She was an extraordinary child. They were unaware she was musically gifted until she started elementary school. She knew how to play the piano by ear. They had no idea where she might have gotten it. Has she ever mentioned having a previous life? She needed to remember. She recalled a particular incident. They were cleaning up their house before moving again.

They had the television turned on as background noise. She approached her because she was distracted by something. At the time, she was supposed to be cleaning her room. She recognised Janis Joplin as soon as she pointed to her. They were broadcasting a special about her or something.

"Mommy, that’s Janis Joplin."

She did not know how she found out about her. She dismissed it, claiming that she could have learnt about her from anyone. She would also talk about her fame as a singer. Has she ever mentioned death? Nothing came to mind. George investigated case studies of reincarnated children. They frequently were aware of events that they should not have known about.

In one case, a young boy was aware of being a fighter pilot during WWII. He was knowledgeable about information that only other veterans would have known. His parents showed him photos of the battle he was constantly talking about. He pointed out the plane he was in and identified the model. What was his age? He thought he was around five years old. His parents introduced him to other WWII veterans and took him to various events.

In another case, one child assisted law enforcement in solving a murder. It was incredible, but not thoroughly researched. He was not sure how he knew, but as she sang, he was certain it was Janis Joplin. He was a sceptic who did not believe in the supernatural. She had convinced him. Even if she never found out the truth, no one could convince him otherwise.

Joe and Bria had their first sexual encounter. He invited her to his home to hang out. He cleaned up before she arrived to make the place look presentable. He kissed her while they were in his living room. She accepted the kiss because it was pleasurable. Before they went any further, she told him she was a virgin. He paused to ensure she wanted to continue. If she wanted to stop, he would respect her decision. She felt safe with him, so she consented. They went into his bedroom.

He would make it special for her. It was not like what you see in the movies. He lost his virginity while in college and under the influence of alcohol. He had only ever been with one girl. He was not the type of guy to date. When he was not performing with the band, he was making music or playing video games. Mike encouraged him to go out and meet girls. They lived together for a semester in college.

He dropped out because it was not right for him. Mike was constantly checking in to see how he was doing. He appreciated their friendship. They became close friends as a result of their shared Asian background. Mike was part Japanese, while he was Korean. He was born in Texas but relocated to Glendale, California as a child with his parents and two older siblings. As the only boy, he felt compelled to distinguish himself from his sisters. They taught him how to interact with women as he grew up.

He moved slowly inside Bria's body while making love to her. She was perfect. They both felt at ease with each other. He was not self-conscious about his physical appearance with her. No, he was not as tall and thin as the other guys. He was slightly curvy. It bothered him because he identified as the "fat guy." He used his sense of humour to conceal his insecurities. Would Bria like him on top of her? Yes.

They became lost in each other. He finished right inside of her. She felt it within her body. He drew away and lay next to her. She pulled the blanket around their naked bodies.

Henry was attending his first interview. He had practiced with someone at the VA the day before. He was extremely nervous! He had never attended a job interview before. The VA advised him on how to dress and how to respond to questions. The job was less than what he did in the army, but he was willing to accept anything. He had previous experience in emergency medicine.

He could handle fast-paced situations and remained calm under pressure. The army taught him to be meticulous and to think things through before taking action. He could carry out a life-saving procedure while being yelled at by a drill sergeant. He hoped he would not have to. He was questioned about his army service and what it entailed. Why did he choose to leave the military? His daughter. He preferred to stay in one location for his daughter.

She was 18 years old, and he wanted to be there to see her grow up. He breathed a sigh of relief after the interview was over. It was over! He felt like everything had gone well! Bria and Joe were in the kitchen, searching for something to eat. They exchanged greetings with him.

“What are you kids up to?”

"We are deciding what to eat for dinner," she replied.

"I am in a good mood. How about pizza?"

"Yeah. Thanks!"

"What exactly does a bad mood mean?" Joe enquired.

“It means you’re SOL.” Henry said, "Shit outta luck."

"He is Korean. Not military," she joked.

They hung out after placing their online pizza order. Why was he in a cheerful mood? He just completed a job interview at Cedar Sinai Hospital! She complimented him! He extended his gratitude to her. If he got the job, he and her mother planned to buy her a home. They made this decision together because they wanted her to be independent. She enthusiastically thanked him! She was extremely welcome!

"Fubar. Fucked up beyond all repair. That’s my favourite.”

"Fubar. I am going to have to use that," Joe stated.

Henry laughed. Having Joe there reminded him that his little girl was maturing. He wanted her to have the full experience of her life. Even if it meant comforting her after her heart had been broken. His first impression of Joe was positive. He hoped he would come over more frequently. When the pizza arrived, he paid the delivery driver before closing the door and bringing it into the kitchen.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon

[sweetsbfreex]

𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

summary: y/n has an event to get to last minute, so steve has to take care of his daughter at work. in the universe of this one shot (read before)

pairings: dad!mafia/gang!steve rogers x wife!reader

warning: none just fluff!

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Today has just been a day. You have no excuse except  for the fact that it slipped your mind and when your calendar notified you, an hour and a half before the event started your mind began to scramble. 

Steve’s parents can’t watch Elysia because they have a date night. They offered to cancel, but you couldn’t ask them to do that. Natasha was out of town. You had even asked the babysitter, but it was too last minute for her. So, there’s one last option.

“Hey doll, you girls alright?” Steve smiles into his phone, happy to hear your voice. 

“Hi, baby” you beamed, brushing on highlighter while keeping a careful eye on your daughter. Elysia was chilled out on your bed, entranced in an episode of Paw Patrol.

 “Look, I’m really sorry, it slipped my mind, but I have an event to get to in a few. And there’s no one to keep an eye on Elsie. Can I drop her off to you?”

“Yeah, of course. I've been missing her a little extra today anyway.” 

You sigh in relief, “I love you, you’re the best” you tell him, sending a kiss through the phone. 

-

It’s at least twenty-five minutes later until your heels are clicking against the lobby’s marble floor. Elysia’s designer baby bag is slung over your shoulder and your two-year-old is sitting on your hip as the two of you walk to Steve’s office. 

You knock on the door twice, before you pull it open. As you enter, Steve’s head shoots up, then an affectionate smile graces his face at the sight of his favorite girls. 

“Daddy!” Elysia cheers with grabby hands towards her father. 

Steve walks over to greet the two of you; kissing Elysia’s cheek and neck, chuckling as she squirms because his facial hair is ‘ticklish’, before he brings her into his hold. 

And before you know it, Steve brings his lips down onto yours. All while removing the baby bag from your shoulders. When he pulls away, he’s whistling with ardor as he spins you to give himself a 360 of what’s his. 

Your body is flawlessly dressed in a customized cream suit with gold buttons. The coat wraps  around you to accentuate your waist and breast, your pants hug your ass perfectly. As the pants flare out as they go down your leg. He loves how the diamond necklace and earrings he bought as one of your push gifts make your eyes twinkle.  

Your cheeks heat up at the way he fawns over you. Many years later and you’d never get used to it. 

When he stops you, his hand tugs your body to his, “You look..exquisite” he husks, squeezing your hand. “Mommy looks exquisite, doesn't she?” he asks Elysia who responds with an exaggerated nod. 

“Look Quiz-it!” she garbles the tough word out

“Thank you, you two. But I have to head out if I want to make it on time.”

“Where are you headed anyway?”

“Maggie is throwing something for her launch,” you answer while fixing a boggle in Lys’ hair that held one of her space buns. “I promised I’d be there. I like this tie, it matches your eyes perfectly” 

Your hand runs over the patterned blue tie. You didn’t get to see him this morning, as you usually do. He slipped out before the sun even came out, with just a kiss to your cheek as his ‘see you later’ so he wouldn’t disturb your sleep. 

“Thank you. Drive safe and be safe, Joseph will be right behind you.”

You groan. He lavished the trait of overprotectiveness. There was one instance where you had begged and begged to roam free without anyone on your tail. It didn’t end well. 

“Non-negotiable, text me when you arrive safely” he reminds you, grasping your chin for a kiss. 

“Bye baby, I'll see you soon. Be good” you kiss her before pinching her chubby cheeks. 

As the door shuts softly behind you, Steve and Elysia are stood in his expansive offices hands up in a wave. “Looks like it’s just me and you, baby doll, are you hungry?”

“No” she responds.

��Okay, would you mind if daddy worked for a little bit more?”

“It’s okay” she lisps. 

-

Elysia is settled on her father’s lap, Steve’s phone in her tiny hands as she watches ‘The Princess and the Frog’. Occasionally her big eyes roam over the big screens on her father’s desk. 

With his little girl present, Steve isn’t able to complete any of his gruesome tasks, just the light stuff with no pictures or videos.

“Daddy?” Elysia calls for him, her head tucked back. 

“Babydoll?,” he answers, looking down. 

“I’m thirsty, do you ‘ave apple juice?” 

“Do I have apple juice? Do I-- are you kidding, how could you ask that.” while he throws his whole spiel, loving the wide smile on her face. His hand discreetly opens the mini fridge under his desk. It’s always packed with what she enjoys. He pulls out a juice box, and presents it to her like a magic trick. 

“Yay!” she giggles, clapping her hand in glee before she grasps the juice box in both hands eagerly, in turn dropping her father’s phone to the ground. “Oops” she murmurs at the sound of the clatter. 

“It’s alright, just remember to be careful next time” he responds, picking up the newest model. 

Some time passes before Elysia grows bored and begins to squirm and whine. 

He picks her up, placing each foot on his thigh. 

“What’s up, why are you so crabby?,” he coos, running his forefinger down the slope of her warmed up nose while the other hand holds her up by her waist. 

“Wanna play” she bounces her legs, pointing behind her. 

He sighs, checking his watch: 6:03pm. Under twenty minutes until his meeting. So, they play to her heart's desire. He has a few of her favorite things stashed away so he pulls those out after shrugging off his coat. 

Now, he’s sat criss-cross applesauce getting berated by his toddler and thankfully y/n has texted that she’s arrived safely. 

“No, daddy! I’m the chef.”

“Okay, okay. Can I order an orange juice and sandwich, please” he orders through the small window of her Little Tikes play kitchen. 

“Seven thousand dollars,” she tells him, hand out. 

“Prices are a little steep, don't you think?” he jokes, but forgets it’s his two-year-old he’s talking to. “Tough crowd,” he continues, before dropping the fake, blue credit card into her hands. 

“Hmm.” she hums while she thinks, “No monies. No food” she tells him this reproachfully, her eyebrows knit together as she drops the card in his hands. 

“What?” he gawks, “You’re gonna let daddy starve?” 

She sighs before dropping a banana into his palm, “Thank you, babydoll” he smiles, kissing her cheek through the screen as she giggles, her hard chef mask breaking through. 

“Daddy, I don’t wanna play any more.”

“Yea? What do you want to do?”

“Stickers! Stickers! Stickers!” she chants to a tune, walking around to her father. 

-

Against his will, Steve is still sitting on the floor and his toddler stands before him. One of her tiny fists holds a sheet of glittery Lisa Frank stickers while the other places them on his face.

“Cat or tiger?” she asks, bending her head down. 

“Tiger”

She beams, placing it on the middle of his forehead, then kisses it for good measure. 

There’s an incessant buzz in the air. His phone against his presidential, dark wood desk. He goes to it immediately to see it’s a call from Bucky, therefore noticing the time. He’s ten minutes late. Steve Rogers is never late. 

“Shit.” he mutters, ignoring the call to begin peeling off the stickers in a haste. 

“Bad word, daddy!”

“Sorry, baby, sorry” he responds in a haste, when he’s sure his face is bare. He pockets his phone, shrugs on his coat, grabs his binder, and picks up Elysia as he dashes to the elevator. 

-

“Hi uncle bucky! Hi uncle sam!” Elysia bounces at the sight of her god fathers, waving at the two as she walks by on her father’s hip. 

Steve walks in stoically, there was no way in hell he’d let his men enjoy him coming in flustered and out of sorts. Everyone was in attendance, and sat in their respective seats. When he begins to settle down and start the meeting there’s laughter in the air. 

“The fu--” he stops himself, taking a deep breath. “Would anyone mind letting me in on what’s so hysterical?”

‘The fuck are you clowns laughing at’ is what he really wanted to say. 

“You gotta..” Bucky stops to gather himself, a smirk on his face. “Got a little something there,” he points at his own jaw as a mirror. 

Steve sighs, attempting to find the bright, pink, glittery sticker on his face when his little one speaks up, “I’ve got it, daddy” she peels it off easily and places it on her own cheek. 

“Thank you, babydoll,” he kisses her hand before taking a seat at the head of the expansive table. Placing her on his lap and passing her a small bag of goldfish with her water bottle. Elys has pinky promised to be on her best behavior and Steve had promised that he’d make sure the meeting wouldn’t go as long as they usually do. 

“Okay. As you can see we have a special lady with sensitive ears joining us today. Please keep your language clean and appropriate, however hard that may be.” Steve dictates, taking a glance at every man in this room to not take his words lightly. 

The meeting drags on, they don’t have much of a choice to discuss some matters at hand. But these men are smart and know how to improvise…

“Uh, sunshine (Lloyd) was last seen at a recital (strip club) selling kool aid (drugs) to any of the girls that would take it. We assume it’s his way to sabotage the opening by… you know.” Tony flairs his hand around as a jester. 

Before Steve is able to respond, a smaller voice gets to it, “Daddy, I love kool-aid. Alot alot alot!” 

Steve chuckles at her cuteness. 

Throughout the meeting everyone is meant to talk over and ignore the children's songs emitting from Steve’s phone. And the light, cute voice that sings along to some of them. 

A pack of goldfish later with half a bottle of Elysia’s water. Steve keeps his promise to keep the meeting short, concise, and kid-friendly. Well-sorta, there was one slip up but Steve was quick to cover Elysia’s precious ears and stare down the incompetent imbecile.

He’s packing his things up, putting his notes and papers in order while his little girl giggles at her uncle Sam’s magic tricks: pulling a silver coin from her ear. 

It’s her favorite and will get a laugh from her every time. 

In no time, it’s just him and Ly descending via elevator. Steve has decided they both have had a long day, and going home early for once wouldn’t kill him. It was seven in the afternoon anyway, close to her bedtime. 

He knows she’s had a long day when one of her small arms is wrapped over his neck as her head is tucked against the side of his neck. 

He can’t lie that the thought of sleep sounds good to him. He knows you won’t be home till a little later. But he can’t until you’re home so he can cuddle into you as you both drift off. 

“We’ll be home pretty soon,” he kisses her forehead just as the elevator dings! 

-

“Okay,” Steve sighs as he enters through the familiar emerald doors, placing the baby bag onto the coat rack. His dress shoes are toed off with speed and just as quick he pulls off his baby’s shoes. 

He sets her down in the living room taking a seat on the couch.

“Daddy, I’m hungry,” she squeaks, walking over to the remote to bring to her father who understands her demand. 

“Does a PB and J sound alright?”

“Mmmm” she drones on, her hands rubbing against her clothed stomach. 

The sandwich is assembled at her request. Crust off the toasted bread and a little bit of honey drizzled on top of the peanut butter. 

Elysia sits on Steve’s lap as she nibbles on her sandwich. Steve is dressed down in just his slacks and wife beater; braiding Elysia’s hair in two as she watches ‘Little Bear’ and eats her sandwich.

He struggles to do so at first, until y/n’s voice swims through his head. Reminding him what he needs to do. 

As Lys chews and her father braids, she holds up half her sandwich in offer behind her. He smiles as he takes a small bite, smiling and moaning about how yummy it is and how thankful he is for her sharing. Then he kisses her cheeks, nipping in jest. 

Once he’s finished braiding Elysia‘s hair and Elysia is done eating her food. She scrambles up until she’s latching onto her father. Her arms are thrown around his neck while her legs clamber to wrap around him. 

Her cuddles are like sleeping sand to the mob boss. He rubs her back as he leans down parallel to the couch, his sock feet hanging off the arm of the couch. 

“I love you baby doll. Best thing to happen to me and your momma.” he whispers, placing three kisses to her forehead. 

“Love you” she slurs while her soft hand lands onto his cheek. 

Without even knowing, his eyes are shut as his breath evens out and his arm circles around his angel’s body to keep her from rolling off of him. 

-

It was a great time. You were happy you got to support Maggie on her big day, but you missed your husband and the rambunctious little girl you were graced to raise. 

You remove your heels, hissing as your sore feet hit the hardwood floor. The house is quiet as you toe into the house. You can see the living room light is on. You assume Steve has kept it on for you just as you do for him and it makes your heart sing. 

As you walk in, to shut off the warm lamp, your heart really does sing at the picture perfect image: The father-daughter duo are knit together as they step in dream land together. 

His brawny arm is wrapped around her body and his mouth is dropped open in a way you think is adorable. It makes the intimidating man everyone else sees morph into the wonderful, sensitive man you’ve married. 

They’re still dressed in their day clothes, but nothing could ruin the cuteness overload. 

You tiptoe towards the two, leaning over them as your hand runs through Steve’s hair, the other down his free arm. 

He startles awake and his grip tightens on Elysia a little bit, but his body relaxes once he sees it’s you and smiles. 

“Hey, seems like you two had a good day,” you whisper, your hand running over the braids Elysia adorned, those were not there before. 

“We did,” he puckers his lips, and you lean down to peck him. “How was your night, have fun?” 

His hoarse voice is like music to your ears.

“It was great. Missed you two a lot though. Thought of you and that sexy tie all night.”

He smirks at your shallow attempt, a glass box if you will. 

“Yeah? I’ll finish getting her to bed and then we can discuss my sexy  tie.”

“Perfect. Can’t wait,” you giggle warmly, kissing him one more time before you stroll to your shared bedroom. 

He watches the way you saunter away, and if it weren’t for his baby in his arms he’d probably tackle you right then and there. But with much restraint he’s up and on his way to Elysia’s bedroom. 

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The Secret Seduction

Summary: Suspiciously, your dad’s best friend and business partner comes over a lot for dinner. You’re determined to get to the bottom of it, quite literally.

Request: DadsBestFriend!Toto fic plssss

Warnings: 18+, dad’s best friend-trope, smut, Soft!Dom!Toto, light choking, sexual teasing, cunnilingus (oral performed on female), degradation kink and praise kink, wrap it before you tap it, overstimulation, manhandling, daddy kink. 

Words: 2.9k+ (pure smut)

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“Darling, can you open the door?”

You hear your father shout from his study as the doorbell rings, announcing the arrival of tonight’s dinner guest. It was never quiet during dinner - always someone around, perhaps to cover up the fact that your family could not function without a distraction. But well - if that means a specific someone to come over more often than usual, so be it. 

“Hurry!” Your mom shouts while you’re adjusting your hair in the foyer mirror. “Yea, yea!!”

“Hello, mr Wolff!” you say with a bright smile as soon as you open the front door and his eyes widen with delight. “Hey, what a nice surprise to see you’re back!” You beckon him to come inside after he gives you a lingering hug. “Come in, come in. Let me take your coat.” He places the bottle of wine he brought as a gift on the hallway table, and slides his coat off his shoulders. “I can undress myself darling.” You brush your hand over his arm, following the seam of his coat, “but isn’t it more fun if I do it?” His eyes narrow as a smirk appears on his face.

“Haa, Toto, what’s taking so long, come here!” your father barges in and pulls Toto in for a sturdy handshake. “How have you been man?” He chuckles deeply at Toto’s question and looks at you. “Better since our smart-ass is back in town. She makes everything more perfect.” “I bet. Uni decided to give you a week off?” Toto laughs in your direction. “Finally, yea.” “Better spent your time wisely, enjoying yourself, relaxing - you deserve it,” he says, and winks knowing your father won’t see as he’s with his back to him.

Toto and your father were doing business in his office until dinner was ready and you decided to help your mum set the table. “Darling?!” You hear your father shout once again. “You go,” your mom said with a chuckle. “Yes,” you say as you peek your head in his office and you walk in, finding your father and Toto sat in the leather armchairs with a half-empty glass of whiskey in their hand. “Could you be a doll and get a new bottle from the cellar?” “C’mon Ed, you can’t make her do that! She’s not you maid,” he laughed calling out your father. “I’ll get it.” “No, you’re our guest Toto.” “Nonsense,” he says and lifts himself out of his chair and stumbles out of the office, but you see him struggle.

“Need some directions?” He turns around with a smile on his face, “yea, that’d be nice.” “Follow me.” You walk in front of him through the hallway and he places a his hand on your shoulder, making you look back. “In case I get lost again.” You chuckle, “better safe than sorry, right?” “Not sure if ‘safe’ is the right word when I’m around you.” You stop walking and hold the door handle, before turning around, “scared of what an innocent girl might do to you.” 

He takes a step closed leaving only inches between your bodies and he places his hand over yours on the door handle. “You’re not that innocent missy, and no, I’m scared of what side of me those siren eyes will bring out.” “I hope it’s the bad side,” you say biting your lip. “You need to watch it miss. Now open the door.” 

“Make me.”

“Not sure if you want that,” he says lowering his head to your ear and whispers, “because once that part of me is out I won’t be taking it easy.” “Just how I like it,” you challenge him, and you trace your hand over his chest down towards his belt and you hold him firmly. “Not here,” he says pulling your hand off his crotch and opening the door with his other hand still placed over yours’. 

You close the door behind you and follow him down the stairs, but before reaching the bottom he turns around. He’s multiple steps down, but with his height he’s still at eye level with you, and his hand reaches to grab your waist. “Did you put on this short dress for me?” You place your hand over him and wander it over your body, down to the hem at the bottom between your legs. “Do you like it?” “It’s hot,” he says under his breath and places his hands behind your thighs to lift you up. 

With your legs wrapped around his waist he carries you down the stairs while your teasingly play with his hair and hover your lips in front of his. Inches removed, but not yet touching. You put it out there, now he needs to make the first move. “How bad do you want me?” you ask him. “Not as bad you want me,” he challenges to rile you up. But you won’t give in. Never. “Yet you’re the one that keeps coming over for dinner every other week, exactly the weekends I’m in town,” you say with a tilted head. “How convenient.” He laughs because he realises you’re on to him, “I thought I was subtle.”

“Well, you’re not. Especially not with the way you look at me during dinner.” He grabs your arm and directs you backwards against the wine shelves. “And how’s that?” You pull him in closer. “Like you want to rip off my clothes, and take me so well and so hard that I’ll be shouting your name until I lose my voice.” A devious smile is planted on his face as he pulls down the strap of your dress with one finger. “And you were the one convincing me you were innocent.”

You look up at him with dough eyes, “but daddy I am.” “Fuck don’t do that,” he grunts under his breath as he pushes his body against yours. “Why? Because I make you hard?” you say teasingly, as he bites his lip to resist the temptation burning inside him to kiss you. “Oh and you were the one convincing me you don’t want me that bad, weren’t you?” 

You try to slither away from the tight confines he had placed you in, trapping you between his body and the shelves, but as you try to go away he holds you more firmly. “Stay.” His voice sounds different than usual. More stern and demanding. His eyes reflect a yearning glint. Right back in the position you were before, he starts tracing his index finger over your cheek, down your neck, over your chest between your cleavage, and squeezes your breast with his whole hand as he presses the outline of his hard cock against your stomach. “Think you can take me?” he asks and kisses your neck with a little too much suction knowing it might leave a faint mark.

“Want to watch me try?”

The hand that was parked on your breast quickly made its way down your body at the seduction of your words. “Touch me, Toto.” His fingers hike up your dress a little more, exposing your skin. Softly he traces the inside of your thigh, alternating between a light touch and hard pressure, digging his fingers in your skin and gliding them upwards under your dress. You close your eyes and lean your head back against the wall, feeling every sensation soar through your body.

Gently he pulls aside the fabric of your panty, but that gentleness contrasts the eagerness with which he coats his fingers with your honey and slides one in with full force. You shiver under his touch, his long fingers reaching depths you couldn’t and your feel sparkles soar through your body as he pumps his finger in and out. Still with your eyes closed and your head arched back he whispers in your ear, “you like it when I touch you like that, little slut, don’t you?” Without being able to muster up the words you frantically nod yes, and you open your eyes.

You find him smiling at you satisfied, knowing you let him have full control over you as you spread your legs a little wider for him. The soppy noise of his finger gliding in and out your pussy fills the room and he arches his finger against your g-spot. Immediately you stand on your tippy toes, but in response Toto places his thumb on your clit and starts drawing circles. Your honey drips down your legs and you get light headed under his touch. “Fuck Toto, this feels so good,” you moan a little too loud. “Fuck!” “Quiet darling, or else we’ll have to stop,” he says as he teasingly increases the speed of his pumps and the stroke of his thumb nearly sending you over the edge, making you moan louder.

“You’re not good at following commands, are you? Now do as I say,” he demands as he crouches down, hikes up your shirt and pulls down your panty. Before lowering it completely he flicks his tongue against your bud shooting electricity through your spine. He proceeds to lower it. “One foot up.” He helps you take it off. “Other foot.” He stands back up. “Open your mouth.” He stuffs your panty in your mouth and closes it holding his hand over your jaw. “Now, I need you to be as quiet as possible. Capiche?” You nod your head. “Good girl.”

“Since you were so keen on undressing me... go ahead.” With your mouth full you trance your hand over his stomach down to his belt, but the moment your fingers touch his belt, his finger enters your tight pussy again. Trying to focus on undoing his belt and pulling down his pants you feel your own knees get weak as his fingers skilfully massage your clit to the point of painful throbbing. 

You look at him as he’s standing in his white boxers, and he nods his head, indicating you to continue. You curl your fingers behind the elastic as his fingers curl inside your tight walls, and you pull it down, his big veiny cock hard and ready. You look at it with widened eyes, not sure how he would fit. Knowing very well you’ll feel the after math for days to come. “Get my wallet out of my pocket,” he commands and you do as he says. Out of his wallet he takes a condom wrapper and tears it open with his teeth before skilfully putting it on.

“You ready?” he asks as he kneads your breast and pinches your nipple, but you knew better than to respond with words after he very clearly told you to be quiet by stuffing your mouth. You merely look at him with sultry eyes, and he spits in his hand giving his cock a few good pumps. “Let me show you how a real man fucks. Nothing like those lame college boys you’re used to.”

With ease he lifts you off the floor and manoeuvres your pussy right above his cock. Your legs wrap around his waist for more stability, but with the force he drops you down on his cock, spitting open the tight walls of your pussy with your ass slamming against his hips, there is nothing that could’ve offered more stability or precaution. The intense sensation of his girth rubbing against your insides, the feeling of his balls slamming against your skin and his pubic bone butting pressure on your clit had you stuck in a high you never felt before. “So proud of my little girl, now show daddy how good you can take me.” 

He thrusts his hips up, making you bounce up and down his shaft making wet noises fill the room, only making him hungry for more. You tilt your head backwards to try and compose the intense sensation, and he kisses your exposed neck. “Look at me.” You do as he says, a strand of hair sticks against his forehead and you see him bite his lip, realising he is struggling to keep it together as well and you feel his rock-hard cock throb against the inside of your pussy. 

“Can you be quiet for me?” You nod your head yes as he pumps his cock in you deeper, as a challenge. To test you. To see if you really listen to him. But you do as he says and with difficulty you keep quiet. Satisfied he takes your underwear out of your mouth, throws it on the floor, and starts kissing you with hunger. He presses his mouth against yours, his tongue slipping inside making laps around yours, now and then slowing down to bite your lip, only to then go back for more; all the while you’re bouncing on his cock, climbing to an ecstatic high. 

He pushes you harder against the wall behind you for more stability, and instead of bouncing you on his cock, he starts fucking you hard. Taking the reins in his own hands, and thrusting his cock deep in your sensitive wetness. “You’re taking me so well, now show me how you look when I finish you.” As he was speaking those words you fucked you harder, deeper, so good that your eyes rolled back and stars entered your vision. His cock rubbed at a dangerous pace against your g-spot and with the contraction of all the muscles in your body and your head arching backwards you gasp for air as your orgasm flows through your body. 

Your whole body shakes under his touch, and as your walls convulse he cums inside you as he continues thrusting in your pussy, rising off the waves of your orgasms as you milk his cock. His heavy moans fill your ear and your pussy contracts again with arousal as you get back your senses. “You did that so well baby, I’m proud of you.” He kisses your mouth, breaking up your already unsteady breathing pattern and your nails dig in the back of his neck.

“Toto that was insane,” you say finally catching your breath and you kneel down, after he took off his condom, to pull his pants back up again. You close his zipper and belt, and pat it contently. “I got your seal of approval.” “You bet you do, daddy,” you say as you stand on your tippy toes to give him a kiss on his sweaty cheek. You adjust your dress and kneel down again to grab your underwear, but before you could put it on he stops you. “Give it.” 

You do as he says and he puts the lace underwear in his pocket. “It’s mine now,” he says teasingly. “You know it was already yours to begin with.” “Good to know for next time.” He traces his hand over your neck and puts pressure on your throat, making your swollen clit throb. He looks over your shoulder, and with the flip of a switch his demeanour changes.

“Ah it’s this one we’re looking for.” He grabs the bottle of whiskey off the shelf and takes your hand to guide you up the stairs again. As you’re walking up you arched your ass a little more back, knowing very well you were flashing your bare pussy in front of his eyes. He thinks he owns you, but you’re the one that got him wrapped around your finger, leaving him wanting more. He tries to hike up your dress, by playing with the seam as you make your way up, but you swat his hand away. “Compose yourself mister.” He laughs deviously and gives you a wink, but as soon as you step foot again in the hallway he switches back to normal. “Let’s go,” he says as you walk back to your dads office.

The office is empty and he looks at you confused, worried your secret affair might have taken up too much time. “They’re probably already in the dining room,” you say. “There you are!” your mom says the moment you enter the room with Toto. “Found everything?” your dad asks. “What took you so long?” Toto sits down on the empty seat at the table and you sit next to him. “Toto knows so much about the different wines we have in the cellar, he explained it all to me.” “Lost track of time,” Toto continues with your fib. “You have an impressive collection down there.”

The rest of the evening there is a tension in the air, an unspoken yearning for something unspeakable. You know Toto feels it too, it’s plain right obvious. With every brush off his finger on yours as he asked you to pass the salt, pepper, and salad bowl about a million times. As the night came to an end your parents said goodbye to Toto, but you lingered behind in the hallway as he put on his coat.

“Want me to help?” you ask and you pull the fabric over his broad shoulders. “You love dressing me, don’t you?” You shrug your shoulders indifferent, “undressing you is more fun tho, especially when you command me to.” “Well then, when can we do that again? Since you like it so much.” You smile at him with sultry eyes, knowing you got him wrapped around your finger. “You gotta have a little patience mister. I don’t know when I’ll be back in town again, uni sorta keeps me busy, you know?” 

He merely chuckles in response and you open the door for him to leave. The crisp cold air cuts against your bear skin, and as he walks towards his car he turns around. "I’ll visit you there, and fuck you all night long - like those college boys wish they could.”

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[sweet-villain]

Silence~ Part 3~ Eddie Munson

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Summary: You are Dustin's sister, everyone adores you but one. Eddie Munson. You are mute and no one has heard you talk except Dustin and your mom. Will Eddie crack and comes to understanding why you are the way you are?

" You'll have fun, we promise you " Nancy brushes your hair to the side as he inspects her work. She has turned you into something that you can never see yourself, all dolled up and different. Robin and Nancy are bringing you along to one of Steve's parties he was holding.

You looked at yourself in the mirror playing with the hem of the skirt you were wearing with a matching top to it, your hair was done and make up too. You didn't look even close to what you usually wore and look like.

" I'm sure Eddie will be there too, to see you" Robin says as she stand behind you smiling at you in the mirror. You nodded at her, but hoped he would not be there.

" We won't let anything happen to you either"

When Dustin had heard that you were going to the party, he was skeptical because he knew half the town would be there, and he knew how they would make you feel when someone tried to talk to you. But he was at ease when Robin promised him you'd be safe.

" Let's go" Nancy pushed you out her door heading downstairs, telling her mom that you are off the sleepover at Robins as you raced to the car before her mom asked anymore questions.

Upon arriving to Steve's house, you saw many already drunk classmates and some from town, outside either making out, talking loudly about nonsense or just arriving. You scrunched up your face holding your notebook tight to your chest.

" Hey" Robin's hand made you jump as she looked over at you with worry. " It's okay, if you feel uncomfortable at any moment, we can take you home"

You took one more glance at the house and back at her, " it's okay."

You spoke this time, one word to her. Nancy heard you two as she turned to glance at you, shock written on her face. Both of them smiled at you, happy to see you coming out of your shell.

The party had so many people that you knew and didn't know. Once you stepped through the doors the chatter had died down and all eyes on you. Jaws dropped and gasps reach your ears. You looked down as you walked holding your notebook tight.

" Is that freak show Y/N? I never seen her clean up this good" one muttered. You winced at the word " freak" as you moved through the crowd.

A drink would be nice.

"Y/N? Is that you?" you heard Steve's voice. You rose your head to meet his eyes and nodded, a small blush appearing on your cheeks.

" You look good" he says wrapping his arm around you pulling you to his side. " You need a drink?" He asked. You nodded following him, but not before looking back at Robin who nodded. She knew you would be okay with Steve.

It wasn't too long before a familiar pair of eyes gazed at you from across the room. He had stopped just to look at you as he was making a deal with someone from school. He almost dropped the money that was given to him, but held onto it crumbling into his hand before stuffing it into his back pocket.

He saw you. His eyes roamed all over you, his eyes lingering on the skirt you were wearing and how your legs made you look even better than he imagined. You were so pretty in his eyes, but his mouth became a thin line as he remembered the events of the other day where you spoke to Steve out of all people for the first time.

Not him. He was extremely jealous that Steve Harrington became close to you. It was like he was leash on you every time he saw you.

" Thanks man" he heard from besides him. He stuff the metal box back into his pocket before his eyes locked with yours.

The lingered for a few minutes with hope and something else that Eddie couldn't place his hands on. But his gaze dropped as soon as Steve handed you a drink.

You saw Eddie from across the room making a deal with his classmates or someone from school. He looked so pretty in the light he was standing in.

You replayed the last time you were in the car with him. He wanted you to speak to him. He wanted to hear your voice but you didn't trust him, he had teased you all those time and drove you into a rollercoaster of feelings. You didn't understand him at all.

Drink after drink you drank to get Eddie off your mind even though you were in the same house as him. Your notebook as been left untouched as you stumbled through the crowd.

No Robin in sight. No Nancy. No Steve. No one.

You pouted when you couldn't find your friends, but you did find Eddie. He was sitting on the couch smoking a joint and drinking a beer.

You plopped next to him causing him to jump a bit and break away from whatever he was thinking about as his eyes laid on you. You slouched on the couch, drink in hand staring at Eddie. A smile on your face as you leaned forward, giggling at him making his eyes go wide.

This was the first sound he had heard from you since he met you. The giggle you made was so cute, he couldn't help but smile down at you, a chuckle leaving his own lips.

" What is so funnies?" you asked. Eddie spit out his beer hearing your voice for the first time. He set his beer down on the table in front of him, the joint was left there too as he wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve and turned to face you.

He waited for you to tell him anything else, just to hear your voice again but your eyes kept looking at him, smiling.

" You're so pwetty, Eddie" you tapped his cheeks as you mumbled to him. Enough that he heard it, his cheeks tinted red as he didn't know how to accept the compliment looking elsewhere but at you.

" Eddieeeee...." you sang, grasping onto his thigh making him jump at your touch and quickly glanced down at your hand. His heart was racing and he felt like the room was becoming too hot. He grabbed onto your hand to remove it from his thigh but as he did, you grasped onto his hand pulling him into you.

His eyes looked so lost, he didn't know what was going on or what to do. Should he look for Robin? Should he take you home?

" Y/N..." he spoke for the first time during the party.

" Pwettty boi, you are such pwetty boi with pwetty hair, pweety eyes, pwetty nose.." you continued, Eddie was blushing like a tomato as he kept hearing you compliment him.

He wasn't used to this at all. But you were drunk and probably didn't mean it.

But your voice. You spoke to him. He noticed the notebook you had with you wasn't in sight. Just the red cup filled with whatever you were drinking.

He spotted Robin in the crowd.

" Robin" He called her over, she noticed that you were with him and ran over seeing the look on your face.

" Roooooooooooooobin....look at how pwetty Eddie is" you hiccuped as you pointed towards Eddie who sat next to you. Robin paused from looking at you and Eddie, you spoke and Eddie heard.

" I'll take her back to my house, I can't take her home. Dustin will be pissed, especially her mom" Eddie nodded, still processing the compliments you were giving him just a few minutes.

" Eddie?" Robin calls out to him. He raises his head at her, waiting for her to tell him what she wanted to say. She took a few minutes to herself before telling him.

" She's fragile, she is slowly opening up. The next time you see her, please be gentle, please let her decide if she wants to speak. Give her time, and kindness. You'll have your chance of trust, within time."

He nods his head and looks at you, as you slumped against the couch looking like you were ready for bed. Every time he gets a chance to look into your eyes, he can see the hurt you try to hide, the walls you have build up, the fight inside of you that you were holding.

He watches as Robins takes you off the couch and disappear into the crowd. He drops his hand to the couch to lay down when his hand feels something. He glances down to see your small notebook and pen with the initials Y/N H. He takes it into his hands feeling the edges and flips open the front page to see the words, " I want to be loved."

He glanced up through the crowd debating if he should give it back to you or not or catch you another time. He stood up from the couch, taking back the joint he left on the table as he headed out the door.

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You groaned rolling over on your back, blinking at the light coming from the window and staring now at the walls that weren't yours. You quickly sat up but regret it as feeling the hangover come.

" Morning sleepy head" you heard, Robin stands next to the bed as she offers you something for the hangover and a glass of water. You take it from her, nodding as a thank you gulping down the water with whatever she gave you to help.

" Y/N" she says your name as if something was wrong, you glance at her with worry. She sits on her bed glancing down at her hands before looking back at you.

" I don't wanna scare you or anything?" you urged her to continue. " But you spoke to Eddie last night at the party"

Spoke and Eddie was all you heard from her. Throwing the covers off off you, you scrambled to get dressed not hearing Robin telling you to stop and relax. How could this happen? You felt so stupid for letting him hear you like that for the first time.

" I don't know what you said to him but he was very happy" she touched your arm as you pulled on the shirt that you brought with you in the bag.

You shook your head feeling the tears. This was a big deal. You let Eddie hear your voice while you were drunk. Robin didn't know what to say but watched as you ran out the door and out of the house.

You ran all the way home with tears in your eyes and heart hurting. How could you be so stupid? Probably not just Eddie heard you, you felt out of place. He wasn't suppose to hear you. Not like this.

You ran upstairs to your room, locking the door with a bang starling Dustin, Will, Max, El, Mike and Lucus. They all looked towards the wall of your bedroom hearing the sobs coming from you.

Dustin scrambled to his feet opening his door as he walked over to yours.

" Y/N! What happened ? Did someone hurt you or say something?!" He shouted banging on the door, the others peeking from his bedroom to find out what happened. You continued to cry in your pillow feeling so stupid.

Eddie might never like you anymore. You ruined things. You always did.

" Go away!" you shouted shocking El, Mike, Lucus and Max who haven't heard you speak. " She talks?" Mike asks, Dustin walks back into his room sitting on his bed. " She does, only with me, mom, little to Steve and Robin."

Dustin has an idea and grabs the phone.

" What are you doing?" Lucus asked calling Robin.

" Hello?"

" yeah it's Dustin"

" No Y/N isn't okay, what happened?"

The next words shocked Dustin, and the rest.

" She spoke. To Eddie while she was drunk" Robin didn't want to tell Dustin but if she only knew what she had done. You grasped the pillow to your chest hearing the phone call. The walls were think therefore you can hear everything.

You slammed the pillow on the floor feeling betrayed.

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You haven't spoken to anyone after the party, not even Dustin who kept trying to talk to you. But you would leave early for school, dodging all your friends, eating lunch in the bathroom, rushing out of class.

As you opened your locker, your notebook laid there with the pen with your initials. How did it get here? You glanced around the crowd before taking it in your hands inspecting it around until you opened the first page.

You saw the messy hand writing on it. It wasn't yours.

Under your own words " I want to be loved."

" I want to be able to love you" it read.

[babyjakes]

to pull you out of the darkness.

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summary | after being violently mugged, you call your boyfriend chris, but the trauma you endured makes it hard to trust him once he’s shown up. knowing that more than anything you just need to be held and comforted, chris takes his time with you, determined to prove to you that it’s really, truly him.

pairing | boyfriend!chris x reader

warnings | aftermath of a violent assault (the event itself is also described in the second paragraph, it’s marked by italicising so please feel free to skip it!), hurt!comfort! (god my fav), SOFT chris, like. the softest!!, fluff <3

word count | 1,060

requested by @bleu-blossom | hiii!! im here with a request if ur up to it! can u do one where the reader gets violently mugged and calls chris to go get her from where she is, and he just takes care of her and comforts her🥺

an | omg :’-( this is so sad and sweet and exactly the kind of thing i love to write; i hope you enjoy it! thanks so so much for your request, i saw your other one for a part 2 of first touch and that’ll be coming soon as well!! also i know i have been kind of mia but honestly living in the usa has been wild lately and i am like trying to go through my requests and go in order but i have felt 0% emotionally capable of writing smut lately so i’m very sorry!! just trying to survive lmao.

“Just stay with me, y/n. I’m coming down the street now,” Chris pants through the phone as you cling to the device for dear life, your body completely crumpled up in as tight a ball as you can manage as you wait for your boyfriend to arrive.

The attackers had appeared out of nowhere. You were walking your usual route home, just a few blocks down somewhat-quiet streets, when all of a sudden you were grabbed and restrained by three men, all dressed in black with covered faces. One had held a gun to your head while one had ravaged your pockets and torn almost everything you had away from you. The third was groping up and down your body hungrily, making you almost vomit from the disgusting feeling of his hands. When they were finished, they had thrown you to the ground and beaten you senseless. They left you throbbing everywhere, blood spurting from your nose and mouth. They escaped in a white car that was parked off to the side of the street, and you had managed to snap a picture of it as it pulled away before you had cowered back in between a few trashcans, unable to believe they had left you with your phone.

“Where are you? I can’t see you; you said you were hiding? I- oh my god,” Chris breathes as he appears before you, his eyes finally landing on your pathetic state. Shoving his phone back in his pocket, he quickly approaches you, but stops as soon as he sees you cowering back in fear.

“Hey, it’s me, doll,” he murmurs, crouching down onto his knees a few feet away. With the only thing lighting up the dark streets being the dim glow from the streetlamps above, the large figure before you sends your heart racing, your foggy mind unsure whether or not you can truly trust your eyes or your ears.

Chris advances a bit closer to you, causing you to flinch. In the dim light, you can begin to see what you want to believe is really his face. His brow is raised in concern, and deep worry has settled in his eyes. “Hey, sweetheart, it’s okay. It’s just me, pretty girl. You’re safe now; I’ll keep you safe.”

He tries again to inch his way closer to you, but you let out a quiet whine, and he pauses. “Hey, bubba,” he soothes, his voice low and comforting. “I’m not going to hurt you, y/n. I’m here to help you, yeah? Here, let’s get you out of there,” he suggests as he reaches out to you, but at his approaching hand you violently flinch back, causing him to stop.

“Please, no, don’t,” you sob, not sure if his intentions are hostile at this point or not. Chris’s heart breaks in his chest at your reaction, the severity of the situation truly beginning to sink in for him as he gets a better look at your battered body.

“Hey, shhh,” he eases, holding his hand up in surrender. “I won’t hurt you, sweet girl. I just wanna help you out of there. Here,” Chris coos, wrapping his arms around you as gently as he can and pulling you out of your hiding place. His first contact with you causes you to jump and yelp in surprise and pain, but to your relief, he does nothing to hurt you. Releasing you back now as you shake before him, the light better hits your trembling form, and he sucks in a harsh breath. “Oh, honey,” he breathes, tears building in his own eyes as you keep your head lowered, unable to look at him. “Y/n… baby, it’s okay. Shh-shh, you’re okay,” he murmurs sweetly, reaching out and tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, his other arm still wrapped around you and holding you up at your back.

“Please,” you whimper, warm tears rolling down your cheeks and mixing in with the blood pooling at your chin. “P-please, I want m-my mom, I- I want my- p-please,” you hiccup pathetically, hoping that whoever has come and pulled you out of your hiding place will listen to your pleas and help you reach safety.

“Hey, sweetie. It’s okay, it’s me, y/n, it’s me. It’s Chris, remember? I’m here now, it’s okay,” he comforts, growing concerned at the blood that’s dripping steadily down from your face onto your lap. “Hey, what happened here?” he croons, cupping your cheek and trying to tilt your head up to the light to get a better look. As he does so, you begin to squirm a bit more in his hold, causing him to fuss at you gently, “Hey, hey, what’s-”

“N-no! Please,” you struggle slightly, cutting him off as you’re afraid he might strike you again (or worse.) “Don’t, please,” you plead again, this time much softer as you’ve realized you’re way too small and weak compared to him to fight it. “P-please, p-p-please don’t,” you beg, your bottom lip wobbling uncontrollably as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Shh, y/n,” Chris murmurs softly, pulling you in close to his chest and resting your head against his heart. Slowly and gently, he begins rocking you back and forth, the steady beat of his pulse reaching your ears and helping you to relax ever-so-slightly. “I’ve got you, doll. I’ve got you; just breathe, sweetheart,” he hums, knowing he’s got to get you calmed down before he can make any further moves to assess your injuries or get you help.

“Please,” you whimper, your voice close to a whisper as you keep your eyes squeezed shut, the familiar scent of Chris filling your nose as tears continue to pour down your cheeks. “It hurts so bad, please. I- please, p-please,” you cry, not sure what you’re even begging for anymore.

“I know, baby, shhh. I know,” he coos, holding you as tightly and safely as he can as he continues to rock you soothingly. “It’s okay, though, y/n. I’m here now; I’m here and I’m gonna take care of you, sweetheart. I’m gonna make it better, I promise.”

“Chris,” you whimper, your body finally releasing itself into his embrace.

“I’m here, baby. I’m here. Gonna make it all better, y/n,” he whispers lovingly as he plants a kiss on the top of your head. “I promise you, I will.”

[tteokdoroki]

— “PANTY THIEF + BAKUGOU.”

author’s note(s): inspired by this fanart and everyone being horny on THE DASH !! dedicated to @honeykeigo n @lady-bakuhoe for enabling my horny behaviour ok ok. also this turned out longer than i expected so ,,, have fun?

warning(s): mdni, 18+, smut, dubcon, mentions of drinking, uhh sniffed and stolen panties, slight!exhibitionism, power play dynamics, fingering, pussy slaps uwu, fem!reader + pro hero!bakugou.

“y-you uh, you don’t haf’ta do this mishta—?“

“dynamight.”

“r-right, dy-ma-might!”

katsuki had rolled his eyes the first time you spoke to him, a sweet, darling little girl too drunk on whatever shitty alcohol you’d been served at the bar on friday night. you obviously didn’t drink much, maybe even drunk too much— the hero would tell by the way your eyes crossed with your legs as you walked and the fact that you couldn’t remember the right way to spell your own name and it was clear your friends were a bunch of assholes for abandoning their shit faced friend to find her own way home.

he hated, this part of the job but he’d have felt bad if the guy following you home had done something bad to you and besides— the way you pressed yourself to the explosive hero, breasts spilling out of your tight black dress, thick and juicy thighs exposed to the fresh night air makes the whole ordeal worth it. oh you’re so cute, got katsuki’s cock stirring in his pants— his baggy hero costume suddenly becoming way too fucking tight for his liking. you’ll pay him back, he knows that you will, all of his fans do in some way or another.

you’ll be special though, if the smell of your saccharine cunt is anything to go by. slick dripping down your shaky thighs while he guides you down the empty street, and of course you’d be attracted to him. bakugou will have to indulge in you; his reward for being such a gentleman, for being your hero. “this ish me,” you squeak when the pair of you arrive at the door to your apartment complex. your words are smooshed together by your own drunken haze while you unlock the door to let yourself in.

how rude of you, forgetting all about dynamight who’d basically saved your life tonight. without much of a fight, bakugou pushes you against the door, effectively keeping it closed, his eyes cloud over— a storm thick with lust as you look up at him so innocently he could break. “not gonna invite me up, sweet stuff?” he coos, amused at the shiver that runs laps down the base of your spine. your thighs jump apart only just, giving the hero an opportunity to shove his hand up your dress to cup your sweet little cunt.

“i— i didn’t know—“ your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, confusion etched so prettily across your face it makes bakugou want to bend you over and fill your hole to the brim. he’d save that for later though. “didn’t think you’d want to—“

the blonde growls, thick fingers easily finding your panties under that short dress of yours. the black lace is soaked to the bone, a sticky mess spreading across the digits that now pinch at your puffy clit. you jump and bakugou growls hungrily. “s’awfully rude don’cha think, sweet stuff? that’s okay though, i think you can reward me right fuckin’ here, don’chu?” a toothy smirk tugs at the hero’s lips when you dumbly nod in agreement, your body trembling from a mix of cold, neediness and excitement. “atta girl, spread those needy fuckin’ thighs for me then.”

you seem to have sobered up quickly, listening well for the hero that saved you and part your meaty thighs to let bakugou push your panties to the side and give him more access to your runny cunny. “p-please dynamight, d-do somethin,” comes your whiney voice as he lowers his to get a better view of your spread your pussy lips; he watches as your hole oozes just for him, desperate to filled and fucked. it’s too early for his cock, he needs to give you a taste of something else before you get drunk on him.

without warning, he pushes two of his expert fingers past your puckering entrance, immediately curling them in a come hither motion as his heated red eyes flicker up to watch your face. your ruby painted lips hang open in a silent moan while your fingers dig into bakugou’s shoulders so hard your nails form tears in his hero suit. “fuckin’ look atcha baby, barely even touched ya ‘n you’re already suckin’ down my fingers so greedily.” he snarls, sharp teeth coming down on your barley clothed breast.

bakugou’s thumb massages rough circles into your clit, pulling more honeyed cries from your lips as your eyes screw shut. “f-fuck, dynamight, need more of your touch, ‘m begging you please!” is all you can say, mindlessly babbling as you fail to keep yourself up right. the explosive pro hero steadies you with an arm wrapped around your waist, fingers curling again to explore more of your velvet walls.

“it’s katsuki, to you,” he barks out, using the arm around your waist to smack your sloppy cunt, the wet sound echoing across the street. “needy little thing, beggin’ me like this, who am i to deny your wishes?” bakugou grins, mercilessly scissoring his digits into your tight heat to stretch you wide open for him. he can’t believe his luck, the way you’re so pliant and responsive to him and him alone.

it’s too soon for him to be this addicted to your cute moans filling the crisp air but he can’t help himself, not when you clamp around his scarred fingers with every pump of them into your silken heat. not with the way your own fingers now curl in sun kissed blonde hair— pulling the hero upwards to suck on his bottom lip, followed by his tongue.

you cry out, the most beautiful sound katsuki’s every heard in all twenty years of living when his fingers press down hard on that gummy pleasure spot inside you, and like the good girl you are for him, you keep your shaky thighs open for him. “you’re such a good fuckin’ doll, letting me finger you out in the open like this, anyone could see us but you wouldn’t care, not when you’re creamin’ your panties for dynamight, right sweet thing?” bakugou’s lewd words go straight to your cunt, entangled with the squelching noises as he moves within you.

“yes! yes! wouldn’t care, don’ care...j-jus wanna cum for you, s-suki—fuck, please—“ you mewl into the night, doe eyes shimmering with tears as the knot in your lower tummy gets tighter and tighter until you can’t bare it anymore.

bakugou grins, curling his fingers once more to send you hurtling off of the edge. he can’t stop thinking about how soaked your little lace panties must be, about all the things he’s going to do with them once he gets them off of you.

“cum.” your pussy follows his orders for you, white flashing behind your eyes as a scream rips in your throat and shoots out into the quiet night. the knot in your stomach snaps, release splashing out against bakugou’s hand and hero suit— he makes you cum so hard you almost black out, a twitching mess in the hero’s arms.

when you finally come to, bakugou’s slurping your nectar off of his fingers, head cocked to the side as you shakily look up at him. “i, uh...t-thank you!” you breathe, blinking away the buzzing noise in the back of your head. “for...uh...”

you’re so cute, flushed with heat and slick dripping from between your legs. you obviously think that was a one time thing, but bakugou hasn’t finished cashing in his reward. the hero shakes his head, using a thumb and forefinger to tilt your own up to meet his ruby gaze. “give me your phone and take off your panties.” he orders, voice authoritative and never wavering— you’re confused, but don’t question him, just as a good girl should.

rooting around in your now discarded purse, you pull out and unlock your going for katsuki, who busies himself with your contacts. embarrassment crawls up your spine when you reach for your underwear, still wet with your arousal and release, you look to bakugou hesitantly. “do i have to—?”

“off.” he grunts, barely looking up from your device as you shimmy out of the lace garment and hand it to him. bakugou gives you the same evil smirk from earlier while you collect yourself against the door, sniffing the flimsily, wet material before shoving them into the pocket of his pants. his cock is hard as a fucking rock, but he’ll be able to deal with it appropriately after his patrol. “i’ll be keeping these. this is where we say g’night sweet stuff.”

the way you curl in on yourself, perhaps a bit humiliated at the idea of your panties being taken by the number two pro hero is adorable, and if he didn’t have patrol, katsuki would have eaten you up right then and there. “goodnight dynamight— i mean, k-katsuki, thank you for everything and h-have a safe night.” you squeak out quickly, moving to open the door again.

“not a problem, honey,” bakugou whispers with a lowered voice, pulling you in to swipe his tongue across your bottom lip, shoving his tongue down your throat in a kiss goodnight. “now get your cute ass upstairs, don’ want anyone to see your leaky cunt like this. that’s fuckin’ mine.”

you do as you’re told, bidding the hero one last farewell before dashing up the steps and into your apartment. your heart and mind race a thousand miles a minute, crazed with the fact that you had just been fingered to the best fucking orgasm of your life by the number two pro hero. you have to force yourself to shower, mapping out all of the spots that bakugou had touched you and growing giddy at the small burn marks he’d left against the inner workings of your thighs.

that night, or rather, early morning— you settle into the sheets, mind still plagued with thoughts of katsuki bakugou, when your phone pings with a text.

to: yn.

from: unknown.

— never got your name sweet stuff, care to tell me who’s name i’ll be moaning tonight?

( one attachment ).

your heartbeat thunders in your ears, familiar warm pooling between your legs yet again as you open the image— knowing that there can be only one person that it’s from. a quiet moan slips past your lips as the picture loads to reveal bakugou in your very same black lace panties from earlier— the slick from your release pressed up against his barely covered cock, while he jerks himself off, precum oozing from his blistering red tip.

you exhale, typing back your name and hitting send— thanking whatever higher power that lead katsuki bakugou to steal your fucking panties.

[baroquebucky]

in which bucky is protective over his favorite girl

warnings: violence

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a/n: hi guys !! i hope you gets enjoy this one shot it’s just angst and fluff <3 (written at 3 am plz forgive any typos) ,, send in some requests !!

Bucky was protective of all the things he loved and cared about.

Growing up he was protective of Steve, beating up anyone who bullied the skinny boy, kicking people out of alleys and checking up on his friend.

Then he was protective of his own memories and thoughts, scared of losing them once more and being turned into someone he wasn’t.

He was protective of Sam after he got over his initial annoyance, sending death glares and making snappy comments to anyone who down talked his partner.

Then he met you. You who were sweet and caring, who loved him for who he was and who was the most amazing person he’d ever known. Bucky was very protective of you.

He knew what and who was out there in the world, he knew the lengths people would go to if they ever wanted to hurt him, of course he was protective of you.

Bucky was staying at the compound for a couple nights working on a case with Sam, researching some organization popping up similar to HYDRA. Buckys stomach was in knots, they knew about him, about the winter soldier, could they know about you? what if they tried to hurt you?

He quickly pushed the feelings away, you would be okay, you always were right?

He couldn’t sleep, he had a bad feeling, he needed to be with you. It was nearly 2 am, he didn’t want to bother you.

hi doll can i come over ? cant sleep at the compound :/

You replied quickly, missing your boyfriend despite seeing him only a couple days ago.

of course lover boy

Bucky quickly grabbed some clothes, changing and packing a bag with extra clothes, throwing in a pistol and some knives just in case.

when Bucky arrived he quickly unlocked your door with the key you had given him, locking the door once he had let himself in and headed to your room, seeing you sat up, waiting for him, your eyes bleary.

“sorry for keeping you up doll” he whispered, setting his bag down next to the bed, slipping his shirt and sweats off, slipping under the covers with you, pulling you to his chest softly.

“it’s okay, couldn’t sleep that well anyway, keep hearing noises” you mumbled, body relaxing as you the cold feeling of Buckys metal arm draped around your waist.

“I’m here doll don’t worry” he mumbled, kissing your forehead, focusing on his surroundings, making sure you were safe.

You fell asleep quickly in his arms, breathing steady. Bucky listened to your heartbeat, eyes closing slowly and he let himself fall asleep, holding you a little tighter as he slept.

It was 4:27 am when he heart the jangle of the door being unlocked. Bucky had never shot up faster, slipping out of bed and quickly putting the clothes he had taken off earlier.

“y/n, doll get up now” he spoke quickly, shaking you gently until you woke up.

“hm? what happened?” You slurred, eyes still closed.

“someone’s trying to get in” he spoke softly and your eyes widened, heart racing as you moved quickly, waking up quickly.

“should i hide? what do i do? what if they hurt me? if they kidnap me? am i gonna-” your spoke quickly, panicking.

“doll i would never let anything happen to you. Stay behind me” bucky spoke sternly, his pistol in one hand, handing you a knife.

“Hold this” he spoke, one arm extended behind him, making sure you were safe behind him, the other holding the pistol as the door opened, five men walking into your apartment, armed.

He turned to you, motioning you to stay quiet and to hide in the corner, you quickly followed his directions, holding the knife tightly as you saw Bucky put away his pistol, walking to the living room.

“Breaking and entering is a crime you know” he remarked, the five men turning to look at him, three of them aiming their weapons at him.

“You’re coming with us” one of them spoke and Bucky rolled his eyes.

“No actually I’m not” he snickered, grabbing one mans gun and breaking his nose with the butt, throwing him into two of the other men.

The other two scrambled to shoot at him, he raised his metal arm, blocking the shots and knocking them out with a swift punch, kicking one of them in the chest as they approached him with a pocket knife.

You peeked around the corner, seeing Bucky taking on the five men, fighting them off but struggling at they bombarded him.

You panicked, hiding in the corner again, heart racing as you tried to figure out what to do.

You grabbed the vase to your right, moving quickly and throwing it, causing it to shatter.

The men turned around, Bucky grabbed one of their knives, slicing the back of his thigh, causing the man to fall, shouting in pain.

He kicked one man in the back, sending him out into the hallway, hitting his head on the wall which knocked him out.

There were three men now, two of them constantly ambushing Bucky, letting the third one go to where you threw the vase, your heart rate spiked as you heard the footsteps grow louder, your grip on the knife was tighter, hiding it behind your back.

The man entered the room, his eyes settling in you immediately. He smirked at he approached you, going to grab your arm you shrieked and sliced his arm, running away from the man, but he was quick.

He grabbed the back of your shirt, pulling you to him, causing you to hit his chest with a ‘hmph’

You raised the knife to stab him but he was much stronger, easily grabbing your wrist, squeezing you hand causing you to drop the knife, the pressure making you wince.

“Dont fucking touch her!” Bucky growled, something in him snapping as he the man held your wrist tightly, elbowing you in the face as you tried to get free.

His metal arm whirred, and just like that he punched the man on his right, the vibranium causing his nose to break, he fell to the floor quickly. Bucky ducked, avoiding the second mans punch, grabbing a knife from the floor, flipping it and throwing it into the mans abdomen, making him stumble over in pain.

He made quick strides, eyes dark and jaw clenched, his breathing was ragged and he grabbed his forearm with his metal arm, throwing him against the wall easily.

You stumbled out of his grasp and ran to the other side of the room, breathing heavy and hands shaking, eyes wide as Bucky moved his metal hand to the mans throat, holding him up as he chocked him.

“Don’t ever get near her again” he threatened, voice low and raspy. He let go of the man, coughing as gasping for air, Bucky held him to the wall, pinning his throat once again with the forearm of his metal arm.

“Doll go call Sam and tell him to get here now” he spoke, turning to look at you and you nodded quickly, fumbling for your phone and calling Sam.

“you’ve gone soft soldat” the man spoke and Bucky put more pressure on the mans throat, cutting off his hair supply,

“You touched my girl, the only reason you haven’t joined your buddies as a corpse is because we need information” he growled, releasing some pressure to let the man breathe again.

Sam arrived quickly, getting the man for interrogation and bringing some more backup to help with the scene.

“I talked with stark, he said to head back to the compound with y/n, they’re gonna figure it out for tonight” Sam whispered to bucky.

“take care of her she looks shaken up” Sam frowned. You were sat outside on the bench outside your apartment complex, hot tears streaming down your face as you pictured the events. You could’ve died.

You almost had to kill someone.

Bucky killed someone. He killed five people like it was light work.

You remembered the dark look in the mans eyes, like he was planning to hurt you.

“doll?” Bucky spoke and you jumped, flinching at his words. You relaxed as soon as you saw your boyfriend, shrinking back into yourself.

“lets go to the compound okay?” he whispered and you nodded, moving quickly and looking over your shoulder.

You grabbed his hand, holding it tightly the whole ride back, sticking to him closely, not wanting to be alone. The sun was rising already you were beyond exhausted.

“go shower I’ll wait for you here okay? If you need anything just call my name okay doll?” Bucky spoke softly, kissing your forehead. You nodded as he handed your some of his clothes you could change into.

You showered quickly, wanting to be back in Buckys arms where you knew you were safe.

As you finished changing bucky, handed you a plate of food, telling you to eat something while he showered, you nodded with a smile, not trusting your voice.

He tried showering quickly, knowing how scared you must be. You were putting on a brave face, for him. His heart broke, upset you had to see all that. He was furious at the fact that they, whoever the fuck they were put you in danger. He would make sure they all paid for it.

Bucky changed quickly, heading out only to find you wiping your tears quickly, attempting to quiet your sniffles, your food was untouched.

“baby?” He approached you quietly and you turned away from him.

“m sorry i tried to be strong” you spoke shakily, Bucky frowned, pulling you into his chest as you cried.

“let it out sweetheart it’s okay” he whispered, rubbing your back as you choked out quiet sobs.

“i- he was gonna kill me” you spoke between sobs, holding onto your boyfriend tightly, “i thought i could be strong for you but i couldn’t” you cried and he held your tightly.

He was quiet until your cries died down, only soft sniffles. He handed your some tissues and you thanked him, blowing your nose.

Bucky picked you up, carrying you to bed and holding you closely.

“You don’t have to be strong for me sweets, I’m here for you. I’m going to be here all the time and I’m not leaving anytime soon.” He reassured you, your head resting on his chest.

“you protected me” you mumbled, eyes heavy from exhaustion.

“I’ll always protect you” he replied, pulling you closer to him. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you” he stated, your heart thumped in your ears, relaxing a little more at his words.

“I love you” you whispered, looking at him and he smiled, kissing your forehead.

“I love you too doll face” he smiled, kissing your cheek before placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“can’t believe you actually took on five guys” you yawned, Bucky furrowed his brows.

“what?” He asked, confused.

“i don’t know, thought you were gonna lose” you mumbled, playing with his fingers.

“doll, you realize I’m a trained assassin? A super soldier? I have a whole metal arm” he stated, almost offended that you thought he would lose.

“Well yeah, but you also cry watching the fox and the hound and are the softest person i know” you replied, furrowing your brows. “I’ve never seen you fight so i wouldn’t know” you shrugged your shoulders.

“i wanted to keep you out of that part of my life, didn’t want you to think any different of me” he shifted, stomach twisting as your stayed quiet.

“i dont” you replied after a few moments, bucky let out a shaky breath. “but” you began, his stomach fell.

“it was kinda hot now that i think about it” you smirked and Buckys mouth fell open.

“wh- y/n!” He smiled at you in surprise and you giggled, looking at him with a small smile.

“i have to find one positive in this okay!” You pouted and he let out a soft chuckle.

“i think you should get the rest sweets” he smiled and you nodded, both of you shifting to get more comfortable, the birds singing outside but you both ignored it.

“y know you could always choke me with the metal arm if you want” you teased and Buckys face flushed red, heart racing.

“y/n!” he scolded you as you smirked, loving to see him flustered.

“gnight lover boy” you giggled and rolled his eyes, kissing the top of your head.

“goodnight doll” he replied, holding you close, protecting you from the world. Nothing was gonna hurt you as long as Bucky was with you.

[forever-rogue]

His + Hers

Summary | You didn’t want a bodyguard and certainly didn’t need one. Bucky didn’t want the job. But as soon as the two of you meet, all bets are off.

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 4.2k

Warnings | language (including light degradation, possessive!Bucky, smut (oral - f receiving, piv) - minors dni or you will be blocked

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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“I don’t need anyone to watch over me,” rolled eyes and loudly snapped gum. Crossed legs and an anxiously jiggling foot. The aging clock ticked loudly as your gaze burned into the giant dual monitors that shielded the man on the other side. He had just oh so casually dropped some horrible news to you. 

What was his name? Jeff? Jeffrey? Jefferson? It didn’t matter. Funny. For a man that you’d seen more often than your father in recent years, you’d think you might have remembered his name. Despite all that you still hadn’t seen him more than four, save five, times.

“Those are your father’s wishes.”

“Then why isn’t he here telling me this?”

“He’s a very busy man.”

“A man too busy to see own daughter, his own child, always work, work, working,” you spat, “what he could be doing that’s so important that he couldn’t even spare me fifteen minutes of his time?”

“He’s-”

“It was a rhetorical question,” you stood up and grabbed your bag, “sometimes it still shocks me that a man that claims he loves me so much he barely speaks to me, sees me. I don’t want this bodyguard - if you send them to me I will simply send them away. Don’t waste my time or theirs.”

“Your father is going to send someone regardless of your wishes, you must know this by now.”

“Tell him if he’s so insistent upon me being chaperoned like a puppy that he can come and talk to me himself,” you threw your shoulders back as you tried to chase away emotions or feelings. This was not the time or place for them, “see you in another six months for so.”

“Miss -”

You slammed the door shut before he could say anything else. 

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“This is fuckin’ ridiculous,” Bucky’s groan was heavy - irritated - as he trudged up the stairs to the ninth freaking floor. Of course you couldn’t live somewhere near the bottom. Of course the elevator was broken, “I’m gonna murder you, Wilson.”

Inhaling and exhaling slowly, he calmed himself with every single step. Left foot, right foot, and repeat. Before he knew it, he arrived on your floor, less angry but still annoyed. 

Bucky looked around for your apartment number, finding it quickly but wishing he hadn't. It was supposed to be a simple job - hang around you for a little while until things calmed down around your father. There was never any huge threat to you, but you were to be kept safe anyway. Typical rich people, he practically rolled his eyes. Complete idiot, he sighed at himself. He could have walked away from the gig easily, but things had been quiet after everything in New York and he needed something fresh. Naturally he’d say yes to this when Sam mentioned the job to him. 

Once he found your apartment he slowly trudged through the hall, his mind all but made up about you already. You were going to be nothing more than a spoiled little brat. He looked at the golden number above your door and sighed heavily before knocking loudly. 

For a few moments, nothing but silence met his ears before he finally heard what he was sure was annoyed grumbling inside accompanied by soft footsteps. The door was whipped open and Bucky came face to face with you. 

Your brows knitted together as you studied him before crossing your arms over your chest, “can I help you?”

“James Barnes,” his name practically came out as a sigh. You raised your eyebrows at him but remained silent.

“And?” you asked as you moved to close the door, “I’m in the middle of my fifth zoom meeting of the day and annoyed and hungry. Thanks for wasting my time. Have a fantastic day.”

Before you could slam the door in his face, Bucky stuck his foot in the doorway and prevented you from closing it. A huff escaped your lips as you glared at him through the crack, “your father sent me. I’m supposed to look after you.”

“Ahh yes,” you rolled your eyes and frowned, “the baby-sitter my father hired. I told him and his assistant that I don’t want - or need - anything to watch me. I’m fine. So if you don’t mind you can leave. I’m busy and don’t have time to deal with you.”

“You don’t pay me sweetheart,” he scoffed lightly as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. You wanted a challenge? He’d give you one, “and as long as that’s the case, I stay.”

“I’ll double whatever he paid you.”

“Oh honey, I doubt you could ever afford that.”

“What can I do to get you to leave?”

“Nothing.”

“It really doesn’t seem like you want to be here either so why don’t we both do ourselves a favor and cut the shit?”

“Not until your father tells me it’s okay to leave,” he smirked, “I don’t take orders from little girls, sweetheart. Nor do you pay my bills.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“And you’re a bitch,” your mouth opened into a little pout as you attempted to shut the door on his foot, “you can shut the door, it won’t hurt me. I’ll just tear it down if I have to.”

“Are you serious?!”

“Want to find out?” he asked as you threw your head back and sighed at the ceiling. Yes and no. You wanted to push his buttons and see how far you could press. But you also didn’t have the energy to deal with it. Instead you slowly, ever so reluctantly opened the door, refusing to move but motioning for him to come in. He practically sauntered in with a victorious little smirk on his lips, “good girl.”

You were to let him have it when he turned around to face you and finally got the chance to study him. And your jaw almost hit the floor. Fuck. 

He was handsome - dark hair and the bluest eyes you’d ever seen with a five o’clock shadow. He was dressed in very well fitting jeans, along with a henley and leather jacket. So casual but he managed to make it look so good. For a moment you thought he looked familiar but you couldn’t quite place. Maybe you’d seen him around somewhere. 

Well, this presented a whole new predicament. This would have been so much easier if he hadn’t been one of the most gorgeous men you’d laid eyes on.

“Like what you see?” 

“I’m not into old men,” you cocked your head to the side and watched him with a smirk. Bucky almost tripped up and let an emotion slip but instead he remained pointedly neutral as he looked you up and down. 

It would have been easier to dislike and hate you entirely if you weren’t so damn cute. You were dressed in a comfy, oversized sweater and joggers and big fuzzy socks - casual and cute but effortlessly so. It was a challenge not to stare. 

“Whatever you say,” he held up his hands in mock defeat as you became momentarily placated, “what’s the plan for today?”

“I have a job and things to do,” you huffed as you pushed past him, “so just do something or whatever and stay out of my way. If you insist on being here.”

“I do.”

“This is going to be fucking hell, isn’t it?”

“It can be whatever you want, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart!”

“Sure thing, doll.”

"I hate you already.”

“The feelings’ mutual, honey.”

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Hating Bucky was a full time job. Bucky having to chaperone you through all of your shenanigans was a full time job. Both of you were incredibly stubborn and damn near made the job impossible. 

You'd be lying if it said he wasn't attractive and that you hadn't thought about him. Especially late at night. Alone in bed. But you'd rather die than admit that to him. 

Bucky had a feeling he'd break you down eventually; not that he expected anything to come of it. He enjoyed flirting with you and watching you get frazzled and nervous. But you weren't his type. Nuh uh - Bucky Barnes wasn't into pretty little spoiled brats. Even if they weren't attractive and smart and genuinely kind underneath it all. 

That wasn't part of the job. Which was why he never let it go past anything that could be deemed as flirtatious.

Just as he vowed to break you down and just admit you liked him, you might have had a little goal of your own…

"Come on," Bucky sighed as he paced around your living room, waiting for you to come out of the bedroom so you could pizza and watch movies. It had become somewhat of a Friday night tradition, reluctantly so. It was hard to get out and have a lot of fun when you had a silent, intimidating brooding man following you around, "how long does it take to change?"

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes as you opened your bedroom door and stepped out, slipping on your heels, "I'm ready."

Bucky's eyes widened as he looked you over. You were wearing a little black dress and fuck me heels along with ruby red lips and a full face of makeup. He fought back a little growl as you smirked at him, "what the fuck are you wearing?"

"Its called a dress, genius."

"To get pizza so we can come back and watch movies?"

"That's not the plan," you straightened up and walked past him, grabbing your purse and jacket.

"You said-"

"I lied," you stated the obvious, "I'm going out to finally have some fun. Without you."

"I'm coming with you," he crossed his arms over his broad chest as you tried not to stare, "that's the job, sweetheart."

"And I'd like to actually have fun and get laid," you threw your hands up, "its hard to do that with you breathing down my neck constantly! If you insist, can you at least like stay ten feet away. Give me a fucking break."

His breath had hitched in his throat as soon as he heard the words get laid and he worked to keep it together. He sighed as he forced himself not to imagine you underneath, naked and begging for more. 

"Fine," he agreed reluctantly, "ten feet only."

"Thank fuck."

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One drink had turned into two which easily turned into three and after that you’d both lost count. Bucky had been sitting at the bar, a singular, but arbitrary drink in his hand as he watched you get progressively looser as the evening wore on. His steely gaze almost never left yours as he watched you chat up people around you. You were naturally extroverted, and definitely a flirt - but then again maybe that was the alcohol - and it wore Bucky out trying to keep an eye on you. He wasn’t terribly concerned about what was going on, but still, he was a man that took his job seriously.

It wasn’t until he decided that it was fine to let you out of his sight for a few moments only to turn back and found you missing. A growl bubbled up in his throat as he scanned the tightly packed pace and found you in the middle of the dance floor. You were pressed against a man that had been eyeing you up since you’d gotten there, mouths smashed together as you kissed him like your life depended on it. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and his hands were on your ass the entire time.  

As soon as you ground up against him, something in Bucky snapped. He threw back the rest of his drink and quickly made his way over to you. The people in his path parted like the seas when they noticed the predatory expression in his eyes. Before you could even realize what had happened, you felt a hand tightly squeeze your shoulder. A gasp left your lips as Bucky pulled you away from your newfound friend.

“What the fuck!” you glared at him as the man that just had his hands all over you grew visibly nervous. Bucky grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him close, “Bucky!”

“Keep your filthy fuckin’ hands off of her, you understand?” he growled at the man as he just nodded, “I ever see you near her again and you’re dead. You leave my girl alone.”

Bucky shoved him away and the man practically skittered across the bar and out the door without so much as a single glance back. Breathing angrily, he turned around to find you staring at him in awe, arms over your chest. You were suddenly incredibly sober, “what the hell was that? I’m not your fucking girl, Bucky.”

“We’re going home. Now,” he reached for your hand and held your wrist in a tight grip as he dragged you without another word. You wanted to argue with him and fight back, but there was something about his possessive nature that had sent a shiver down your spine and a rush of warmth to your core as you let him pull you along like a ragdoll. 

Maybe your dangerous little plan was finally going to turn into reality.

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“Are you going to finally tell me what’s going on?” you asked as you walked back into your apartment, trailing after Bucky and slamming the door shut, “you chased off my only chance of-”

Before you could say anything else, Bucky’s hands found your waist and he crashed his lips onto yours in a bruising tangle of tongue and teeth. You responded with a surprised moan as he backed you up against the wall, making sure you didn’t hit your head. 

“He’s a fuckin’ boy,” he insisted as he lightly gripped your throat, causing you to part your lips as you fought back a moan, “he wouldn’t have made you cum. Probably doesn’t even know where your pretty little clit is.”

“And you would?” you challenged, already knowing exactly where this was leading. Something in your mind told you that this was wrong and you should have stopped it, but the larger part of you really just wanted him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it for weeks and weeks now, touching yourself late at night to the thought of him. Bucky smiled at you - a dangerous, toothy, wicked thing causing you to swallow thickly, “I don’t think you could. You’re all talk, Bucky. Probably haven’t even been laid since the 40s.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want this too, sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear before trailing kisses along your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin, making it a point to mark you up. That way everyone would know you were his. He rutted his lips lightly against yours, and you could already feel how hard he was, “I see the way you look at me - I know you’ve thought about me. Probably touched that pretty pussy of yours and wished it was my cock, huh little girl?”

“Bucky,” his name was nothing more than a whimper of your lips as you tried to reach down and touch yourself. He was quick to grab your hand and pull it away. You whimpered as he just chuckled darkly. Oh, how easily he could break you down with just a few words, “please. Need you.”

“I’ll give you what you need,” he swore as he watched you with hungry eyes. He shimmied up your dress and moved to touch you. His smirk only grew when he noticed you’d forgone panties, “look at you, such a little slut. You didn’t even put on panties? You really wanted this, didn’t you? Were you just hoping I’d touch you? I bet you had this whole thing planned out - just wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you?”

You looked at him with wide doe eyes but remained silent as you tried to play coy. But he was having none of it, and grabbing your jaw, “answer me.”

“Mhmm..,just want you,” you admitted as he slowly let go before grabbing both of your wrists in his vibranium hand and pinning them above your head, “just touch me.”

And he did - slowly, he dragged his fingers through your folds, smirking at how wet you already were, “oh honey, you’re practically dripping. So wet already, and I’ve barely even touched you. Such a good little slut.”

Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of him circling your clit slowly before feeling your soaked folds and sliding a thick finger inside. A small sound of surprise reached his ears as you almost rutted into his hand and he easily slid another finger in. The stretch from his fingers was enough to spark the warmth in your belly as you bit your lip to keep from whining. 

“Look at you, such a needy little thing,” you could hear the smirk in his voice as he fucked with his fingers, “but you’re not going to cum on my fingers. I’m going to see if you taste as sweet as you look. Gonna make ruin that pussy for anyone else. You’re mine - you understand?”

“‘m yours,” you whimpered as he let go of your hands and slowly sank to his knees in front of you. His large hands, a contrast of warm and cool, splayed on your thighs before slowly traveling up to your hips and grabbing them in a bruising grasp. This man was really working to make sure he would remain all over you. He pressed a few kisses to your thighs before stopping at your mound, and you could feel his warm breath fanning across on your pussy, “please.”

“That’s right, you can be a good girl,” he didn’t even hesitate for a moment before diving in and licking a stripe up your folds, causing sparks to shoot throughout your spine. You could feel him smirking against you at the immediate effect he had as he ate you out like a man starving. 

Bucky Barnes was not a shy man when it came to eating pussy. He licked and suckled on your clit as he let two of his cool vibranium fingers slide into your pussy. He crooked them just right, effortlessly finding your g-spot as your knees threatened to buckle. No one man had ever made you feel this good before, nor so easily. 

“F-fuck,” you hissed as he pulled back and look at the blissed out expression on your face, “more please.”

“Look at you pretty little thing,” he grinned as he pressed a few wet, sloppy kisses to your mound. He pulled his fingers from you before reaching up and practically ripping your dress off. If you’d hadn’t been so close to cumming, you would have yelled at him, but in the moment you didn’t care. Especially not as his hands found your breasts and massaged them before he played with your pert nipples, causing you to arch into his touch, “not wearing a bra either. You are bad.”

“‘m so close,” you whined as he just smirked at you. Before you could say anything else he slapped your pussy, causing you to jump slightly before you keened into his touch, silently asking for more. 

“You like that, honey?” he teased as you nodded with closed eyes, your mouth forming a small o. He repeated the motion before he grabbed your ass and buried his face back into your pussy. You moaned into his touch, bucking your hips against his mouth as he made all the most sinful noises as he ate you out like his life depended it on. He worked pure magic with only his tongue and he soon had you seeing stars as your legs started to shake around him. He anchored you to him and kept you from falling down as he brought on your orgasm, “that’s it honey. You’re going to cum all over my face, going to taste all that pretty pussy has to offer.” 

“F-f-fuck,” you reached down and carded a hand through his dark hair as you held him against you, “jesus.”

“Cum for me,” he commanded and you did just as you were told, crying out his name like a prayer as you felt your release wash over you. Bucky stayed between your legs as you came all over him, cleaning up every little bit you had, not stopping until you were begging him to stop from the over stimulation, “tastes like fuckin’ candy. Best pussy I ever tasted.” 

“Jesus,” your chest was heaving as he kissed his way up your body. He stopped at your lips and offered you a victorious little smirk, “you’re an asshole but at least you know how to eat pussy.”

He grabbed your chin in his hand and forced you to look at him, “you’re mine - this pussy is mine and no one else’s, you understand, little brat?”

“Ruin me then,” you raised your eyebrows before you kissed him again, trying to beat him at his own little game. But it was no use - he was easily more dominant and held control over you, “make me yours.”

“Turn around,” he growled as he flipped you in his arms and pressed you against the wall. You moaned as his hands mapped out every curve of your body before you felt the sharp sting of his hand on your ass. Just to spur him on a little more, you bounced your ass and he slapped you a few more times before massaging your skin to soothe the pain, “you like it when it hurts. God, you’re perfect. My little slut.”

“Please fuck me. Need you so bad,” you practically whined but quickly grinned when you heard him undo his belt and pants before he pulled his cock out.  He groaned in your ear as you heard him stroke himself a few times.

“‘m so fucking hard, baby,” he ran the tip of his cock through your folds and you could already feel how big he was, “got me leakin’ already. Thought about you and that smart little mouth so many times. Always cum so hard when I think about you. Can’t wait to see how good this pussy feels squeezing my cock. You’re going to take all of me, little thing.”

He coated his length with your arousal - you were already so wet again - before slapping his cock against your ass. You tried to reach around so you could touch him but he slapped your hand out of the way. 

“Put your cock in me,” you practically begged and before you could say anything else, he plunged into you, causing you to practically scream in surprise. He didn’t stop until he was fully sheathed inside of you, feeling like he was practically splitting you apart. The burn quickly faded away as you moaned and clenched your walls around him, “fuck, you’re so big.”

“Did you expect anything else, pretty baby?” he whispered in your ear before grabbing your hips again. He slowly pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back into you with no warning. You clawed at the wall as he set a brutal pace, slamming his hips into yours over and over again, letting you have almost no room to breath. The only sounds that left your lips were small whimpers and mewls he fucked you to an inch of your life. 

You felt the coolness of the vibranium snake around your body before he found your clit. You let him press you against the wall as he pounded into you, and you quickly left your second orgasm start to bubble up in your tummy. 

“Taking my cock so well,” he praised as he slowly played with your clit. He was not shy about being loud and moaning, all while murmuring filthy praise into your ear, “so tight - so perfect. This pussy was made for me.”

“More,” you begged in between breaths, “harder, please.”

“You want it harder, pretty baby? You’re not gonna be walkin’ after this,” he smirked before he picked the pace and fucked you even harder than before, which you hadn’t even thought possible, “good girl. Good fuckin’ girl. Gonna cum all over my cock?”

“Mhmm,” you agreed with a wistful smile, a fucked out expression on your face as you felt his cock twitch inside of you as your walls started to clench around him, “please, please, please.”

“Gonna fill you up,” he said through gritted teeth as he slowed his thrusts, making them slower and deeper than before, “gonna make sure you know who you belong to.”

It was a few more thrusts before you came again, crying out as the pleasure rippled through your body. Bucky came quickly after, grunting as he came inside of you, filling you up with hot ropes of his cum. He fucked you through it all, not stopping until you were feeling boneless and he had filled you with every last drop. 

He easily caught you just as you were about to collapse in his arms and pulled you against his chest as he pressed a few kisses to your shoulder. You reached behind you and carded a hand through his arm, scratched at his scalp as he continued to kiss your neck and shoulder.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you said as you tried to catch your breath, “that was incredible.”

“I told you I’d ruin every other man for you,” he slowly pulled out and turned you around so you were facing him. You put a hand under your chin and turned your face up to his, “you’re mine.”

“I’m your girl,” it was like music to his ears as you reached between your thighs and swiped his cum mixed with your arousal up and sucked it clean off your finger, “my pussy is yours and your cock is mine.”

“Good girl, “ he praised with a wicked smile, “now get on your knees and put that pretty mouth to use.”

“Yes sir.”

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