#my friend sent me the link to anarchy about a month ago and i thought it was a joke bc they finally watched rtc and badegg yk

[jdsmineralwater]

passing papers by egg but its nischa

[angelasscribbles]

Behind Closed Doors Chapter 1: The Invitation

 Series: Behind Closed Doors

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for this chapter: Riley x Max, Liam x Max (he hopes)

Word Count: 916

Rating: R for mature themes

Warnings for this chapter: sex is alluded to

A/N: I teased this one a long while back. Finally had some inspiration for it, so here's the first chapter!

A/N2: This story explores a bit of relationship anarchy. Here's a link if you want to learn more.

Series Premise: Six people come together in a kaleidoscope of shifting boundaries.

My other stuff: Master List.

Riley’s eyes widened as her mouth fell open. “Wait…you want me to go to the palace with you?”

“Yeah,” Max nodded, “I need a wingman, Riley, and you’re really good at it!”

“But—”

Max took in her hesitation and a startling thought occurred to him. “Oh! Is this awkward because we…because of…”

“Oh, good god, no!” Riley threw her head back and laughed. It was a full-throated belly laugh. Her hand landed on his bicep as she leaned forward to catch her breath. “I love you, Max. Truly, deeply, madly, but as friends! You know that!”

“I know.” His fingers scratched at the freshly shorn hairline along the back of his neck as a flush raced across his face. “I just wanted to be sure…after what happened last month…”

Riley stepped closer and traced a finger across his lips. “I don’t regret it if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He shivered as her touch sent a sliver of desire sparking through him and, without much conscious thought, his arm shot out to pull her in even closer. “Does that mean we can do it again sometime?”

She laughed again as she gazed up into the cobalt-blue eyes that were as familiar to her as her own emerald-green orbs. Max had been her best friend since they met in a ridiculously overpriced private kindergarten.

Neville Van Couer, big for his age and just as disagreeable then as he was now, had yanked Max’s stuffed octopus from his arms and was holding it above his head, taunting him with it.

“Please give back Sir Inks a Lot.” Max’s trembling voice betrayed his fierce determination not to cry. “My mom gave him to me.”

“Oh, are you going to cry, little crybaby? It’s just a stupid toy. I tell you what—”

“Give it back.” A firm, uncompromising voice cut in.

Neville spun to find the interloper. His malicious grin widened when his eyes fell on the slight girl with the wispy brown hair. “And what are you going to do about it if I don’t?”

Without warning or preamble, the girl moved. She darted forward so quickly that Neville had no time to process what was happening. A sharp blow to his stomach sent him pitching forward, grabbing his midsection as the toy was ripped from his grasp.

“Here.” The girl thrust the plushie out to Max.

He wiped the moisture from his tear-streaked cheeks with one hand as he reached out for his beloved Sir Inks a Lot with the other. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She gave him a bright smile that washed all of his sadness away. “My name’s Riley. Want to play with me?”

“We can do it anytime you want.” She assured him. “It’s not like we’re not good at.”

Max smiled at the reference to their romantic and sexual past.

They had lost their virginity to each other in high school and spent six months exploring everything the other had to offer. Then Max had confessed to being bisexual and wanting to explore with other people. Primarily men. His relief when Riley had agreed to break up romantically but remain friends had been overwhelming. She was and remained the closest friend he had.

A month ago, they had gotten drunk and fallen into bed together. It had felt good, comfortable, and familiar. He loved her.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t in love with Liam and that’s why he needed her support at the upcoming Beltane Ball that the palace held every year.

His arms tightened around her. “So to be clear, you know I love you and you’re okay helping me try to get Liam’s attention?”

Her grin widened until her cheeks hurt. “Boy, yes. Did we or did we not discover relationship anarchy at the same time?”

Giddiness crashed through his chest. The idea that you could love people but still remain autonomous was brilliant enough. Add in the deconstruction of things like relationship hierarchy and mono-normativity and, well, it had been paradigm-shifting.

“Okay,” he nodded as relief washed over him. “I would never do anything to hurt you, Riley!”

“I know.” She leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips.

He melted against her for a moment, then drew back. Because he had to know for sure everything was okay between them. “Then why the hesitancy when I asked you to go to the ball with me?”

“Because I’ve never been to the palace, silly!” Her family was insanely wealthy, but not noble.

“Oh, yeah!” Max tended to forget the difference in their social status. Mainly because it didn’t matter to him. People were people and titles like Duke and Count meant nothing when it came to what kind of person someone was. After all, Neville was noble.

“Oh, yeah! I mean…what do I even wear? Do I need to know how to curtsy? What if—”

Max cut her off by jerking her back into his embrace. “Don’t worry, padawan. We have two weeks. I’ll teach you everything you need to know!”    

“Great!” Riley bounced on her toes, excitement swirling through her midsection.

The palace! What an exciting adventure!

She threw her arms around him. “We could make a week of it! Go into the city. Shopping, dining, museums, the theater….”

He dipped his head toward her, his lips bare inches from hers. “Can we share a room?”

“Oh, we’re going to share a lot more than a room!” she assured him just before their lips crashed together.

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

VelvetCardiganBucky’s Recommendations 2021: Week 17 | April 18th – April 24th

Welcome to week 17 of my recommendations, if you would like to be featured on a future list, I follow the hashtag #VelvetCardiganBucky, message me, tag me in your future works, or reblog this post and link to your story, one-shot, Masterlist, writing challenge, etc.

Be aware some if not most stories and writers on this list are meant to be consumed by an audience of those 18+. My blog is also an 18+ blog.

✨Page breaks are made @firefly-graphics✨

«Last Week

Week 18»

My Masterlist

My Fic Rec List of Mafia/Mob Bucky/Sebastian & Steve/Chris/Andy

Stuff I Posted This Week

Forever & Always: Stage 1 - Denial | Pt.1 » Bucky Barnes x Witch!Reader & Platonic Avengers x Reader — Y/N “Birdy” (nicknamed by her family), comes from a long line of witches and warlocks, living her days at the New Avengers Compound, alongside her friends. The Avengers are part of her family and her family is always welcome to the compound. Things for once seemed to be going well now that all was right from the attack on Thanos, everyone was alive, all was forgiven, friendships were thriving, that all ended when Birdy’s brother came calling with sad news, their mother had suddenly passed. These are the stages of grief Birdy faces, through the loss of her best friend, her protector, her mother.

His Favorite Day » Chris Evans x Reader — Chris’s favorite day of the year is your birthday.

Bucky Barnes

One-Shots:

*No Hidden Messages by @jobean12-blog » TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Sam sends you a picture of Bucky and the endgame is priceless. | Honestly I love me some dominant Bucky, and if Sam had sent me that picture I would have dropped my phone and been like yep that my babe. I was thinking something more dirty but I’ll keep that thought to myself. 😉

Sucker Punch by @buckyblues » Boxer!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader — Bucky thought he knew what was his, until he accidentally let it roam free. | Someone come dump a cold bucket of water on me please?

Someone Like You by @startrekkingaroundasgard » Bucky Barnes x Hydra Agent!Reader — Taken from their SHIELD prison cell, the reader finds themself alone with The Winter Soldier negotiating for their life. | I really enjoyed reading this, the sass of the reader and how Bucky handles them. It’s just so perfect. Nicola says there is more to come for this pair and I’m so very much looking forward to it.

(Mini) Series:

Happy & So Happy by @mrwinterr » Rockstar!Bucky Barnes AU x Female Reader — You meet your favorite artist and get more than what you bargained for. | The smut in this is hot and by the end you are hoping the reader gets a happy ending not a tragic one.

*A Tender Heart 💜 Pt. 3 by @river-soul » Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader — You’ve been sweet on Bucky since you started working at the compound six months ago. Normally quiet and mild mannered, an unexpected fight with a coworker brings Bucky into your orbit. [A/B/O dynamics and explicit sexual content, 18+] | I feel the love that is radiating from this story and I really love it and the little bit of smut we get in chapter 3 is perfect!

the (after) party by @buckycuddlebuddy sequel loft music » fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader — “why don’t we have this thing they call goodbye sex? one last time.” he leaned forward, his lips brushing your ear. “i’ll make it good for you.” | In some strange way it was therapeutic to read this but at the same time I felt bad for the reader in the first part. Second part you are rooting for her but still feeling bad. I will say the smut in this is perfect.

Just Like Dad Pt. 3 🦾 Pt. 1 🦾 Pt. 2 by @ladyfallonavenger » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky finally confronts Steve and moves forward with his life. | Very sweet ending and I loved it.

Sweet Dreams 🥞 Pt. 4 🥞 Pt. 5 🥞 Pt. 6 🥞 Pt. 7 by @jedimastermelkor » Bucky Barnes x Reader & ? x Avenger — Your daily routine involves waking up in the morning, going to work and sulking at night. But then you meet the man you’ve fantasized about for your entire life, Bucky Barnes. At the same time, you’ve caught someone else’s eye and his first step in winning you over is to cook you breakfast. But will you be welcoming of that person’s affections? | I like how she named the puppy Pancake and the first thing the mysterious avenger gave her was pancakes. I don’t want to give too much away but things are getting really good and you find out who the mysterious avenger is in chapter 6!

Steve Rogers

One-Shots:

*Caught by @giorno-plays-piano » Bluebeard!Steve Rogers x Reader — If he kept you warm, saying words of love to you every day while he looked you in the face, you’d marry him even if in a year he hanged you just like all his wives in the dungeon of his castle. | It’s dark but in a soft way and it’s so good. I highly recommend you go and read it.

Drabble Request by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader — We find out how Steve and Reader met before they ever got in a relationship. Takes place before Tell Me What You Want. | I loved this so much, I was laughing and pictured this whole piece so vividly in my brain. Also I just want a part where Bucky teases Steve about that night in front of reader making her giggle, maybe at the wedding?

(Mini) Series:

*Yuánfèn 📖 Pt. 4 by @writerwrites » Steve Rogers x Reader — When you’ve lost everything and try to run away from your problems, you keep finding a way back to the one person who completely understands. Can you make another person happy with a broken heart? | I always look forward to the updates on this story. It brings me so much comfort and the relationship that is blossoming between the reader and Steve is beautiful and organic. I highly recommend this.

Misc.

Headcanons:

*Just Like Her Old Man by @rebelwrites » Chibs Telford x Reader — I asked for: Parents get called into school for a meeting due to their daughter fighting, and trying not to be proud. Taking them out for a treat after the meeting. | It turned out so great. If you knew me at my Sons Anarchy Days, you know I loved Chibs the most. This feed my love for him even more. Thank you Heather!!

One-Shot:

*A Simple Solution by @sweetlyscared » Andy Barber x Fem!Reader, Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader, Andy Barber x Fem!Reader x Ari Levinson — You and Andy had a purely sexual relationship for several months, and you’d started to grow attached to him. Unfortunately, life has a way of complicating things, and a chance encounter at a bookstore had you stuck between a rock and a hard place. | We all owe a huge thank you to Sweet Lee, for writing and posting this. She wrote our dreams out so perfectly, and if you haven’t thought of this now you can. It’s just so hot and good, I for one am very thankful.

(Mini) Series:

*Give In 🐈‍⬛ Pt. 23 🐈‍⬛ Pt. 24 🐈‍⬛ Pt. 25 by @overr-written » soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader — She didn’t think she was anything special. So when the intimidating Sheriff takes an interest in her, she can’t help but feel a little unsettled. Her boring life is about to get a little interesting. | I love this series so much and the lengths that the chapters are. I really am going to be sad when this is over. I don’t ever want it to end. 😭

Seal Team

One-Shots:

Imma Take Care Of Your Body by @rebelwrites » Clay Spenser x Reader — Reader is the only female member on Bravo who also has a no strings attached relationship with Rebel. | Let me just say this is hot, like really hot. Give me a glass of water and let me cool down. Thank you Heather for blessing us with this.

Tier One Babysitters by @bravo-four-seal-team » Seal Team; Ray Perry x Naima Perry — Ray and Naima ask the team to watch 6 month old Jameelah. | I promise you will be laughing.

You Are Perfect by @rebelwrites » Clay Spenser x Reader — Clay tells you everything he loves about you. | As a big boned girl this meant a lot and has me wishing for a Clay Spenser to call my own.

[emybain]

After Archenemies 3/?

In honor of not getting on Tumblr tomorrow, here is part 3 of whatever this is to anyone who liked the first two parts. In all honesty idk what this part is, and it might be a little soon for what follows, but I wasn't planning on making this fic long anyways so...yeah. Here is part 1 and here is part 2 if you care. feel free to check out my other works also! enjoy! warning: I dont really edit these that much, so please be kind if you see errors! this is also shorter than what I usually write, just fyi.

Edit: heck i forgot to post the links to the previous parts...ill do it later lmao

Nova’s communicator band had gone off three times in the past hour. She had taken it off and set it on her mattress after it first went off. She didn't need the distraction, especially if that distraction was Adrian Everhart.

“Why are you still staring at that thing?” Nova looked up to see Honey in the doorway of their shared room, leaning against the cracked door frame. She was examining her polished nails. “If you look at it any longer, the filthy Renegade will be able to turn back to normal.”

Nova pushed back the chair she was sitting on in front of Honey’s vanity where Danna’s butterfly was currently trapped. It remained immobile for the most part. When Nova would start to worry if it had died, it would crawl around its little prison. “Just thinking.” About her uncle. About how they would be able to free him from the Renegades. About Nightmare. About a certain Renegade boy.

She closed her eyes, feeling a headache forming at the base of her neck.

“Well, you can think and answer your little Renegade buddies.” Honey gestured towards the communicator band resting on top of a jewelry box. “That ringing is driving me nuts. I can hear it all the way downstairs.”

Nova rolled her eyes, but picked up the band nonetheless. “It’s only gone off three times, Honey. Don’t be so dramatic.”

“Me? Not dramatic?” Honey laughed, the sound like bells. “In your dreams, sweet girl.” She strutted into the room, reached over Nova, grabbed a magazine that was open on her vanity, and sauntered back out. Her perfume lingered, stronger than ever. Nova waved her hand in front of her face. Vintage fumes were the last thing she needed for her aching head.

Her communicator band went off again, and she heard Honey yelling from the first floor to shut it off before she did. Nova looked down at the device, scrolling through her notifications. The first one, nearly an hour ago, was from Adrian.

This is last minute, but we’re meeting in the HQ library in about 30 minutes, Let me know when you get here. It’s about Nightmare.

Nova froze. That couldn’t be good. This was it, she thought. They figured her out, and this was Adrian trying to lure her into a trap to arrest her.

Taking a deep breath, she checked the next message, which was sent twenty minutes after the first.

Nova? Are you busy? If not, please respond.

The third one was five minutes after the first.

Of course you’re busy. You would’ve responded by now. Ignore my last message.

The most recent text was sent two minutes ago.

Nova? We’re all here. You’re not dead or something, are you? Please tell me you aren’t because I would be really upset.

Nova snorted, shoulders relaxing in relief. She believed she was safe, for the time being. She bit her lip, thinking of a response.

Hey. Sorry. Turns out I’m pretty sick, and my uncle took anything that could distract me so I could rest.

Nova thought back to a few days before, when she had pretended to feel under the weather in order to have an excuse to leave the visit to Max. She couldn’t stand to be there any longer without being weighed down by the guilt. It was a believable lie. Besides, she didn’t have time to do detective work with Adrian on her secret identity, nor did she have the patience for it. The quicker she and the rest of the Anarchists figured out a way to free Ace, the sooner she could drop the ridiculous Renegade charade.

Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Do you want me to come by later to give you some company?

The smile that grew on Nova’s face was inevitable, along with the giddy spark in her stomach. She suppressed it though, and denied his offer, pushing away all thoughts of being able to curl up against Adrian while they did something as mundane as watching a movie.

No, thank you though. My uncle is pretty strict whenever I get sick and doesn’t like visitors. Maybe another time?

She received a response almost immediately.

Definitely! I hope you get to feeling better, Nova.

It was so sweet. Nova’s heart ached. Even though she wasn’t sick, she had a feeling she would feel better soon anyways.    

Thanks, Adrian.

Nova sent the text. She debated on whether or not to send something else. Something came to mind, and she immediately cringed. Then Ace’s words floated through her mind. Earn his affection.

Well.

With a defeated sigh, Nova reluctantly sent a text with a heart.

Sweet rot, her IQ just dropped by 20.

Downstairs, Honey started singing. Nova suspected she was cleaning; she tended to sing when fixing up the old house. Nova groaned. Honey wasn’t a terrible singer, but it did not mix well with Nova’s pounding head. Maybe she was actually getting sick.

Standing from the vanity, Nova brushed off her leggings. The butterfly was moving in its prison, crawling lazily along the side of the glass. Nova bent down to eye level with it. She could’ve sworn it made eye contact with her.

“I’m sorry it has to be this way,” she murmured. “Maybe in a different reality we’d be friends.” She meant it, much as she hated to admit it to herself. Danna was a lot like her; it was a shame they were too alike, for that’s what got Danna trapped in the first place.

Nova sighed and rose back up. She took off her communicator band, then reached for her coat lying on the bed and headed downstairs. Honey’s trilling voice grew louder. She was singing some song about the beauty of the southern countryside.

Leroy was seated in the dimly lit kitchen, surrounded by lab equipment. Nova saw the samples of Agent N she had snatched in the past few weeks. He nodded in Nova’s direction as form of greeting, too engulfed in his work. As Nova suspected, Honey was cleaning. She was standing on a towel on top of the counter, wiping a wet rag across the higher cabinets.

Nova cleared her throat. “I’m going for a walk. You guys need anything while I’m out?”

They both chorused a “No.” Nova nodded.

“I’ll be back, then.”

“Hey, Adrian...um… come check this out,” Ruby whispered hesitantly from the computer across his. Adrien looked up from his communicator band, the faint trace of a smile on his lips from Nova’s last text. The heart was unexpected, and frankly, not like Nova at all, but it radiated Adrien’s body in warmth. The concentrated set in Ruby’s eyes made the smile fade, however.

They were in the Renegade library and archives, doing research on Nightmare. Adrian had about five open tabs about her most recent sightings and activity. One of the tabs was an article discussing the identity of the Anarchist, but the information was of no use to Adrian.

He got out of his chair and walked around the table to stand behind Ruby. Next to her, Oscar leaned over, craning his neck to see the screen. There was an unopened file in front of Ruby.

“So I was thinking about what you told us, about Nightmare being Ace Anarchy’s niece?” Adrian nodded, and Ruby continued. “Well, his last name is Artino, correct?” Adrian nodded again. “I looked up the name, and well, I guess you should see for yourself.” She clicked on the file. It was a report from about ten years ago filed by his own dad, Hugh Everhart.

Four people found dead. David Artino: age 31. Tala Artino: age 30. Evie Artino: age 11 months. One unnamed man: age unknown. Suspected Anarchist or Roach affiliation.

Forensics confirm all deaths were a result of direct trauma from bullet wounds, without prodigy interference. Prints found on the gun matched both those of the unnamed man and also those of Alec Artino (alias: Ace Anarchy).

There is reason to suspect the deaths of the three family members were done as a killing for hire. The motive for the homicide remain under investigation. See the full report as filed by Hugh Everhart (Captain Chromium) here.

Additional notes: The eldest child, a six year old girl, was not found at the scene. Neighbors have reported no knowledge of her whereabouts. A report has been made to the Renegades missing persons unit.

Oscar whistled lowly. Ruby had highlighted the last paragraph. She was watching the two boys, lips pursed. Adrian read the report, over and over again. Something about it wasn’t right.

“Was the girl ever found?” Oscar asked. Ruby answered his question by opening another file. This one was a missing persons form, dated ten years ago. 

Name: Nova Jean Artino

Age: Six (6) years old

Height: Unknown

Weight: Unknown

Description: Black hair, blue eyes, parents were Italian and Filipino.

Status: Not found

If any information is known, contact the Renegades Missing Persons Unit.

Below the information was a fuzzy picture of a girl, taken by an outdated camera probably. She grinned at the person behind the camera, a wide gap below her upper lip where two front teeth should have been. In her arms was a newborn baby, fast asleep in her sister’s arms. Adrian let out a small gasp. He took the mouse from Ruby and zoomed in on the girl’s face. Her features were chubby, but the hard set of her jaw was unmistakable.

“Great skies,” Oscar breathed. “That’s not...it can’t be..”

“It is,” Ruby confirmed, disbelief in her voice. “That’s our Nova.”

[artificialqueens]

Ride you like my Harley - Trixya - Chapter 3 - AnnieSantaWifey

A/N - AU world inspired by the TV show Sons of Anarchy. I will be using some characters from the actual show in this and future chapters. Everything is told from Katya’s POV.

T/W - bad language, horrible pick up lines, probably grammar mistakes, mentions of drugs.

“Well, Miss Mattel, I am pretty damn sure I was promised something.”

Katya spoke as soon as they exited the tattoo shop with the biggest grin on her face, rubbing her own boobs slightly to test how much they hurt. It’s not that bad, Brenda, don’t worry. Getting shot in the shoulder was way worse. She was happy she finally got her new piercing so she would survive.

“I can’t believe you didn’t cry. They put a needle in your nipple!”

“I have had needles in other places, Tracy.” The biker replied, keeping her grin on, hoping Trixie would understand it as another one of her stupid jokes even though it was a very serious matter for Katya that she wasn’t ready to talk about with Trixie yet, if ever.

She then looked over at the now only slightly taller girl - thank you high boots - smiling as soon as she fixed her gaze on her, taking a step towards her and her smile getting wider when Trixie took a step back since she was surprised by Katya’s sudden moves.

“You.” Step. “Owe.” Another step. “Me.” Next one. “A.” One more step. “Kiss.” Last step.

The pink dressed girl was pressed against the cold wall of the tattoo shop, looking in Katya’s eyes before flicking to her lips and back onto her eyes. The biker on the other hand had her eyes fixed in the baby blues all the time.

She started to move even closer if it was even possible, pressing her hands on the wall next to Trixie’s head and she could feel her sensitive breasts pressing against the so much bigger ones that had the other girl.

The feel of Trixie’s breath against her face was driving her crazy and the big lips were too tempting to wait for the Barbie doll to make the first move.

And so she did.

Pressing her own lips against Trixie’s, leaning into her touch as soon as she felt the other girl responding, her hands linking together behind the taller girl’s neck. She felt Trixie’s hands on her back and she tugged on the pink lower lip, asking for a proper permission to enter her mouth that tasted like strawberries and redbull. What a combination.

As soon as she got her permission and her tongue found Trixie’s, there was a mixture of sweet and harsh tastes as strawberries and redbull met cigarettes and coffee.

They both lost track of time as their mouths found their own rhythm, sweet noises escaping Trixie’s mouth that were a song to Katya’s ears. The biker was sure they would stand there for hours if they weren’t interupted by wolf whistles coming from the across the road.

Katya pulled away, finally opening her eyes and the view she got almost made her take Trixie right there. Half-hooded looking eyes, swollen lips that were still slightly open and blush spreading all across her cheeks. God what a view. Take a picture right now, Brenda.

She then turned around, taking a step back from Trixie to give both her and her now very painful breasts a break, noticing Milk and Adore standing across the street.

“Fuck off!” She called out at them, rolling her eyes as she gave them the middle finger, shaking her head with a chuckle as she watched them ride away before she could throw something at them.

Seeing Trixie move in the corner of eyes, she turned back, watching the other girl fix her clothes and the biker ran her fingers through her own hair, licking her lips when she remembered the sweet taste of Trixie’s lips against her own.

“Took your breath away?” She wiggled her eyebrows at the Barbie doll.

“In your dreams.”

“I take your breathe away in my dreams by a different way, принцесса.” The biker answered jokingly even though she was deadly serious.

“You strangle me because I get too tired of your stupid jokes?”

“Wow, Tracy. You sure know how to break a poor girl’s heart.” She put on her dramatic voice again, only stopping when she felt Trixie’s hands poking her sides, comfortable laughter finding them again.

“You know, princess.” She started talking again after a while of silence. “We can try a Russion version. It’s almost the same as a French kiss but lower.” Katya finished with a wink, yelping a second after when Trixie poked her in her very painful breasts.

“Rotted Gila monster!”

——

Two days later Katya was parking her bike in front of Wendy’s coffee shop, hopping down from the lover of her life, almost leaning down to give her beloved Harley a kiss before she realized there are actually people around her and so she quickly stood up, taking her sunglasses off and hanging them onto her shirt.

She responded to a greeting from a person that she couldn’t remember the name of even if her life depended on it, continuing her walk to the shop when she spotted the owner, Wendy, standing in front of the door, talking angrily to two guys that looked very much like assholes.

Ah, Brenda, I told you it’s been too peaceful lately.

“Hello, gentleman, do we have a problem here?” She called out as soon as she was close enough, smacking her hands onto their shoulders, making them move a bit futher away from Wendy. Taking a step forward so she was now standing next to the other woman, turning her attention to the now even more angry looking men.

She pulled out a cigarette, placing it between her lips as she raised her eyebrows at the both of them before nodding to Wendy who waved her hand, slightly nodding to the angrier looking man but only Katya noticed that she did.

Oh. Oh. Wendy’s ‘date’ from months ago that kept bothering her. Oh, this is going to be fun.

“Pete can’t apparently understand that I have zero interest in him and that he needs to stop bothering me or I am going to call the police.”

Damn, Wendy, get it girl.

“There is no need for that, right, gentleman?” Katya then spoke, finally lighting her cigarette, placing the lighter back into her pocket. “Because you, assholes, are going to turn around and leave before something not very pleasant for you will happen.” She continued seriously, ignoring Wendy tugging onto her hand.

If the guys had any brains at all, they should just turn around and leave. You do not mess with a Rumigo girl or with her family.

Katya could see that the smaller and obviously smarter of the two took a step back but the asshole that kept bothering Wendy after she rejected him kept on standing exactly at the same spot.

Anger was slowly rising inside of her. If there was something she couldn’t stand it was assholes who thought they can bother girls or harass them. It was even worse when the harassed person was someone close to her heart.

“And I need you both to apologize to my dear friend Wendy here for your behaviour today.” She then added, anger showing in her eyes but her lips were formed into a shit eating grin that screamed ‘Do not fuck with me’. The blonde then brought her cigarette to her lips, taking another drag of it.

“You gotta be kidding me, bitch!”

Those words only added to Katya’s anger as she took the cigarette between her fingers, blowing the smoke into his face before her elbow met his cheek in the hardest way it could, making the guy fall down right to her feet. She then turned over to his smarter friend, the smile never leaving her face.

“Do you think I am kidding?”

The guy only shook his head as he grabbed his dear friend by his shoulders, muttering 'I am sorry’ and making the asshole say the same by a punch into the shoulder. He then dragged him away along with him while Katya stood there, watching them as she finished her cigarette with Wendy still standing next to her, now quietly chuckling.

“Thank you, Katya.”

“Anytime, love. That was the guy that thought you are on a date when you didn’t have a single interest in him, right?”

“Yeah. This is the second time this happened. The first time Raja saw him and almost cut his balls off. I don’t think he will be going back after this.”

“Good. He better not. Or I am going to cut his balls off myself.”

“I can’t believe you guys are so protective of me.”

“Always. You are the mother of my nephew after all. I am not letting anyone lay a finger on you.”

“You know, I think you are even more scarier than your brother.”

“Well, thank you for noticing. I am trying my best here.”

They both laughed as Katya wrapped her arms around her, picking her up from the ground and carrying her to the shop with her.

——

To: Princess

I just had the best coffee in my life but nothing is better than the taste of your lips.

She sent the text, quickly putting her phone away right after to give Wendy her full atention. She was telling her about her nephew Abel and with this topic, Katya didn’t have to pretend she is interested because she truly was. Plus, she hasn’t seen Wendy or Abel in a long time now and she felt really bad about it.

When she was finally in her room, an hour later, she picked her phone again, frowning slightly when there was still no answer from Trixie.

To: Princess

Can you die from a lack of attention?

From: Princess

Do you want to come over tonight?

To: Princess

Wow, Ангел. You should ignore me more often if it means a sleepover every single time.

From: Princess

I am sorry, I was busy but I can make it up to you. By only two words!

To: Princess

Lesbian sex?

From: Princess

Chocolate cookies.

To: Princess

Oh, you sure know how to make a girl swoon over you, Tracy.

——

Fuck, Brenda, I can’t believe I decided to leave my jacket at home. I feel naked. I am naked. I can’t live without my jacket. Why do you keep letting me fuck up? You are seriously no help.

The biker was just about to leave so she can go get her jacket but suddenly the door opened and the beautiful Barbie doll was standing right there.

“Leaving so soon?” She watched her chuckle and lean against the doorframe.

“Hi, babygirl.” Katya was quick to make her way back to the other girl, the thoughts of leaving disappearing after seeing her smile.

“I have a shirt that says babygirl.”

A smirk found its way onto Katya’s face after hearing that statement. “Wear it.”

Raised eyebrow and a chuckle was the response she got. “Please.” She then added before leaning in to place a kiss on the lips she could still feel on her own from the first time they kissed.

“Okay.” The Barbie said as she pulled Katya inside.

——

Katya dropped her backpack on the floor next to the couch before settling herself down on it. “So I know you never exactly said sleepover but I brought stuff anyway. Even though I am hoping I won’t need any clothes.” She spoke as she looked around the living room, frowning slightly when she couldn’t find Trixie anywhere. The fuck?

But then she came out of what Katya assumed was a bedroom with a shirt that said 'Babygirl’. Oh.

Kill me, Brenda. Before this nymph does.

“We can do a sleepover. I kind of meant a sleepover anyway, to be honest.” The Barbie spoke as she made her way to Katya who pulled her down onto the couch next to her as soon as she was close enough.

“Look at you. One kiss and you already want me all to yourself. And I am perfectly okay with that.” She winked at the girl, pulling her into her arms and smiling widely when she felt Trixie’s arms wrap around her.

What the fuck am I doing, Brenda? I don’t do cuddling. I do fucking.

But when Trixie pulled herself closer, putting her head on Katya’s shoulder and throwing her leg over the biker’s, she forgot about all her thoughts and just leaned into the touch, enjoying the feeling of another body pressed against her own.

She pressed a kiss into Trixie’s hair. “You smell good.”

Jesus, shut the fuck up, Yekaterina.

Trixie’s answer was a giggle and Katya watched her rest on elbows so she was on the same face level like the biker herself. “Thank you.” The Barbie then whispered, seeming slightly surprised about the fact that her own voice came out like that.

“You are welcome.” Katya answered with a whisper herself before she brought a hand to touch Trixie’s cheek, resting her other hand on the girl’s back as she finally leaned in for a proper kiss.

Their tongues found their own rhytm again but this time, there was no one watching them, no one interupting them.

The kiss got more heated by every second and they both needed to breathe, that was why Katya pulled back a bit only to continue her kisses down her jaw, jawline, ending on her neck.

Her lips explored the soft neck of the girl in her arms that only let out sweet noises as answers. And Katya found herself leaving love bites all over Trixie’s neck, enjoying the soft skin and the heartbeat that she could feel under her own lips, smiling into the Barbie’s neck at the fact that her heartbeat was getting faster.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You don’t leave hickeys. You don’t leave marks. You don’t leave tracks. No evidence. No proof you have been with the person. Fuck.

She blinked, pulling away a little bit just so she could look at Trixie’s neck, immediately noticing the two biggest love bites on the girl’s neck.

Katya knew it wasn’t a big deal, hickeys. But for her it was. She never left them on the person she has been with. She usually didn’t even know shit about the other person and she sure as hell didn’t want any boyfriends or girlfriends behind her ass. It was easy. No marks. No proof.

But the longer she stared at the hickeys she just left on Trixie’s neck, the more it just felt right. She was marking her as if she was the only one that could do this to the other girl. And she wanted that.

And I shouldn’t. Fuck.

The biker then slowly sat up, pushing all her confused thoughts and feelings in the back of her head, placing a kiss onto Trixie’s forehead before standing up and stretching her back.

“Would her highness mind telling me where the bathroom is?”

—— “Katya!” The owner of the name jumped up as she heard Trixie’s voice, an angry sounding voice.

“..Yeah?” She asked as she closed the door of the bathroom, making her way back to the living room where Trixie was sitting with a small mirror in her hands, looking at the new creations that Katya left on her. Oh.

“You like?” She asked smugly, leaning behind the other girl as she wrapped her arms around her from behind, the couch being the only thing between them.

“I am going to get so much shit from Kim and the others as soon as they see this.” The Barbie doll sighed but her eyes told Katya that she wasn’t even properly mad.

“Put some patches on it?”

A slight punch in her breast was the answer that she got and she hissed since her nipples were still pretty sensitive.

“Still hurts, huh?” Trixie said, the smirk that was so often placed on Katya’s face could now be found on the Barbie’s.

“This is bullying. Mom. Save me.” The biker pouted at the other girl before jumping over the couch to grab the plate of chocolate cookies she was promised earlier.

She hummed in pleasure as soon as she took a bite, noticing Trixie’s wide smile. “Did you make those?”

“Yeah, I did. Tastes good?”

The blonde nodded quickly, smiling widely as she took another bite, looking more like her nephew Abel right now than she wanted.

“Did I ever tell you that your eyes are beautiful?”

“If you want to sleep with me all you need to do is ask, Barbie.”

A pillow was thrown her way and it only brought a chuckle to Katya’s lips. She finished her cookie, reaching for another one straight away.

“Can I do your make up?”

“Can you do the fuck now?”

“Your make up! Your eyes are really nice and you have a good bone structure. I think if I put blue eyeshadow on you it would look so good. Or maybe some gold. Oh, wait! Blue eyeshadow and pink lipstick, yes!”

Katya didn’t even have a chance to say anything before Trixie was already almost running to her room to grab her make up.

She wants me dead. She wants to kill me, Brenda. Help. Call 911.

She guessed she was making a disgusted face since Trixie stopped in the middle of her movements of grabbing some make up brushes.

“Can I?” She could hear the Barbie doll ask and fuck, she is so cute. How can I say no? Ugh.

“Yeah, yeah, fine. It will be your fault when I am prettier than you.”

And that was how she found herself sitting on the floor, being painted by the other girl. But her adorable focused expression and soft smile was worth it.

——

After Trixie did Katya’s make up and Katya finished eating all of the cookies, they watched some movie that the biker girl forgot the name of since she was watching Trixie anyway all the time. They were curled up together through the whole evening, cuddling and kissing, giggling and talking about the most random things on Earth.

Hours with the Barbie felt like minutes and before they knew it, it was two in the morning and Trixie was dragging Katya off the couch even after her protests.

“No, let me dieee.” The blonde groaned not wanting to get up from the comfortable sofa.

“I am not letting you sleep on the couch when my bed is big enough for three cows.”

“Are you calling me a cow, Tracy?”

“Now I am imagining you sucking on an udder.”

Katya’s crazy laughter filled the room as she wrapped her arms around the Barbie doll, skipping with her to the bedroom, looking around as soon as she was inside and noticing a guitar immediately.

“I didn’t know you can play a guitar.”

“Oh, yeah. I can. I wanted to find a hobby and I have always wanted to play an instrument so I just got one when I was about thirteen.”

“Play me something? Please.”

She could see hesitation all around Trixie’s face. “Pretty please.” She asked one more time, jumping onto the bed as she watched Trixie pick up the guitar and sit right opposite her.

Through the whole time Trixie was playing the guitar and singing, Katya was watching her like she was the only thing that mattered in the whole universe without even knowing so. Of course that Trixie saw the look on her face and for a moment Katya could see the same look on the other girl’s face as well.

It just feels right, Brenda. It feels right.

—— “It was beautiful. You are.” Katya said when Trixie finished her song, not even caring that she didn’t use a stupid pick up line as a compliment, just a simple one that meant so much more than the other ones she gave away so easily.

“Thank you.” She found the other girl blushing and it made her order Brenda to remind her that she needs to tell Trixie that she is beautiful more often.

“Wait, when did you manage to change into your PJ’s? I wanted to watch!”

Katya then called out when she properly looked at Trixie once again.

“When you were stuffing your mouth with cookies like two hours ago.”

“Well, damn. But it’s really selfish, Tracy, you know? You’re going to have that body for the rest of your life and I just want it for one night.”

“Shut up and go change! Or if you are going to sleep in those dirty pants? No, wait, you are not. This is my bed. Change, dirty cow.”

Katya faked a dramatic gasp once again as she throwed a pillow at Trixie before breaking into laughter and jumping off the bed, she made her way back to the living room to grab her bag before going right back, throwing a face of disgust Trixie’s way for making her walk that far.

She then opened the bag, grabbing the shorts and an oversized shirt she brought along with her. Trixie should feel lucky because Katya usually slept naked or only in her underwear but she figured unless her and Trixie ended up sleeping together tonight, the other girl would probably prefer her having some actual clothes to sleep in.

The biker then threw the hoodie she had on over her head, taking her top along with it as well before moving down onto her pants, a yelp interupted her and she looked over at Trixie who was watching her. “Private show, princess. Enjoy it.”

She said as she slowly undid her pants, dragging them down to her ankles before taking them off completely. Now only standing there in her black underwear. She then started walking towards Trixie who was watching her every moment with darker eyes than usual, leaning down to her level only to give her the smallest kiss that she could like the right tease she was before pulling away completely and changing into the shirt she brought with her, adding the shorts quickly.

When she was dressed she jumped into the bed next to Trixie, grabbing the blanket as she did so and pulling it over them. She gave the beautiful girl laying next to her a smile before she leaned in now for a proper kiss, their bodies tangling into each other’s once again.

“Goodnight, Katya.”

“Goodnight, babygirl.”