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cloveroctobers · 9 months ago

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NOTHING SWEETER — BODE LEONE: [Spring Prompts]

A/N: This will probably flop since it’s basically a ghost town in this tag but here I am! Plus it was also requested for me to write for Bode (again) lol which I don’t have a problem with, we love that guy over here. They’re wrong for going on break after giving us what they gave us! I also just want to say that I really miss Max’s curls but here it goes!!

PROMPT IS FROM HERE + I’m using: 18. “Damn, I hate pollen.” + 8. “IT’S A DEER!” “Yeah, and?” “I CAN SEE IT!”

<- read my previous anthology prompt here.

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Eve was lucky you loved her.

Being up this early on your first day back in Edgewater to give her a ride to Three Rock (her car was in the shop) was a lot to ask! Not really! but what kind of friend would you be if you didn’t complain a good portion about it on the ride up to camp?

“If I get you an iced coffee, would you love me again?” Eve pinched the space in between her brows, elbow resting against the car door.

You hummed while using one hand to tap on your chin, “Add in a Mozzarella, Pesto, and tomato bagel then we’ll talk.”

Eve twisted her lips upwards, “…that’s a thing? Whatever happened to a simple cream cheese with eggs and avocado?”

“You’re lucky I’m not asking for a soft boiled egg stuffed with caviar.” You respond as you reduce your speed once you cross the bridge, spying the familiar deli spot up ahead.

Eve scoffed as she side eyed you, “oh yeah, Switzerland done made you bougie.”

Which earned a laugh from you as you pulled the Toyota 4Runner into the small parking lot. If you weren’t a bundle of nerves you would have got out of the car with Eve to see what changed about the deli you spent many afternoons in with your old friends. However you let your mind wander a bit as you stared out into edgewater’s view.

You were home…except your childhood home was just a memory now that your divorced parents no longer resided in Edgewater. So you crashed at Eve’s although you were completely fine staying in a hotel since Jake talked you out of an air bnb after watching some movie called, “Barbarian,” and you were tired of hearing the statistics and other real life horror stories he pulled out of his ass. Eve was your number one best friend and she was more than willing to open up her place for a friend like you.

As you took up a interest in archery and later turned into a professional Archer, you were inspired to see what the world had in store so the sooner you got out of Edgewater, the better it was for you. Some just didn’t get it (your parents mainly, with your mother being an orthopedic surgeon and your father a fire chief before his MS took over) and expected you to start your own roots here. It was kind of a thing here in this small town, that you were to begin again and build your own legacy. However you were in the tiny group of odd’s that wanted more than the expectations hanging over your head.

Which is why you were proud to say that you’ve been participating in the Olympics every few years because of your passion for archery. Of course you had people down your neck all throughout your career but you still stood as tall as you could.

Now you were back home in the place that was full of doubts but the tightness in your chest wasn’t as noticeable the closer you got to camp.

“Thanks for dropping me off, I appreciate it.” Eve starts as she spots a few inmates hanging around on the yard already, “If you stick around for a minute I’ll even do you a solid and send Bode your way. Since I know it’ll be difficult otherwise.”

Taking a deep inhale you say, “I still can’t believe he’s here.”

“Yeah well…if he stays on the right track this time he’ll be out even sooner.” Eve tells, “He’s still a big pain in all of our asses but I think it would do him some good to see you…you did come all this way.”

It’s been years since you last saw each other but you came back for Riley’s funeral and you reached out to Bode when he moved away to a few towns over and changed his last name. You tried to be there even being ocean’s apart but when Bode felt low, it always felt like he wanted to take the world on his shoulder’s and find a way to make it spin again. Yet that landed him in prison and Eve had no problem filling you in on everything in between.

Would he even want to see you? It’s not like your relationship turned sour or anything…it’s just been awhile being in contact with each other. You weren’t nearly this anxious seeing Eve and doubted you would be when you had lunch with Jake and Cara—which was still weird to you—But being near Bode was different from everybody else and you knew that.

“I did…didn’t I?” You loll your head to face Eve, who studies it for a moment before dipping her head.

She tapped her hand against the outside of the door, whispering into the spring air, “it’ll be fine. He’s in a much better headspace and you’re still family no matter where you disappear off to, you got that?”

A watery smile goes Eve’s way before she leaves you to collect yourself. You’re pulling your mirror down from the sun visor, patting underneath your eyes and beginning to second guess yourself. You were here for two weeks and there was no way that you planned on not seeing Bode. You ran into his parents just last night at the bar, craving some wings before heading to Eve’s, just to be received with warm arms and classic banter from the Leone’s.

They were the parents you could talk to more than your own. If you weren’t crashing at Eve’s then you would definitely be at the Leone’s but then Bode and Cara happened so that’s when some of the distance was created. They didn’t last, like most teenage relationships but out of respect you felt like it was the right thing to do.

It felt right being back, even if it was only temporary.

Maybe that’s just how you had to view Bode’s situation. He wasn’t a temporary kind of friend although you couldn’t socialize as much but you tried to be hopeful. Even climbed out of the car pacing back and forth, not paying much attention to anyone around until you spotted the green dust decorating the navy car.

Scowling in disgust, you swiped the arm of your jacket around the hood of your car before cringing at the greenery you wiped on your sweatpants afterwards.

“Damn, I hate pollen.” A voice comes from behind, which makes you slowly stand up straight and glance over your shoulder.

There he was.

Bode Leone, standing in the flesh, hands deep in his jacket pockets, and a small smile on his lips.

You fully turn to face him and tilt your head to the side, “Didn’t I tell you once before that Orange isn’t your color?”

Bode lifts his shoulders with humor in his blue-green eyes as he motions towards the spot on you, “yeah, well maybe green isn’t yours either.”

You scoff as you motion to your outfit, “what? You don’t think I’m pulling it off?”

The blond chuckles as he takes a step towards you, “As long as you don’t start itching then sure, whatever you say.”

“Oh,” you scratch at the back of your hand and shoot a glare at the man who’s got crinkles by his eyes now, “why did you have to go and say that Bode! Now I’m doing it!”

“Sorry! It’s just that I sorta remembered that you were sensitive to almost everything including air.” He says to you, teasing somewhat, now standing face to face with you.

Rolling your eyes you couldn’t help but to smile at that. You didn’t know what it was growing up in high school, you were highly allergic to almost everything which landed you in the nurses office a lot but it seemed to relax as you reached your twenties and moved away. You always joked that maybe it was Edgewater that was making you sick. Yet the longer you stood in this town and interacted with not only Eve but Bode, you knew that wasn’t completely true.

“It’s good to see you, Bo.” You lightly shove his shoulder back while he nods in agreement, “can I give you a hug?”

Bode blinks the furrow of his brows away as if you were being ridiculous, “of course you can.”

And you’re cradling the back of his head while his fingers are at your spine, swaying from side to side in a firm but gentle squeeze. Then he’s burying his nose into your shoulder and the feel of the embrace tells you that this was meant to be.

When your eyes open, you realize that you could live just fine in Bode’s arms. You remember your final kiss goodbye in Drayscott, one month before you left the country and one month before Bode attempted to pull off a robbery—it was the sweetest thing—the kiss obviously! because it should have been happened. It didn’t come out of nowhere, it was full of intention, full of wonder and love but you were aware that it wasn’t the right time to be something more.

Maybe some day it could be.

Little did you know, Bode kept that memory not far away. He was kicking himself for the what if’s but when he manages to pull himself out of the blue, he thinks about the best possibility being you.

The both of you could be good together, could see the world together and he wasn’t sure how it all looked but he was willing to imagine.

A gasp makes Bode pull away, alarmed.

“IT’S A DEER!” You point, over Bode’s shoulder.

He glances over his shoulder to in fact see the said brown animal, peering at the two of you, “Yeah, and?”

“I CAN SEE IT!” You attempt to lower your voice but the excitement got the best of you as you almost bounce on your toes.

Bode’s still lightly has a hand resting on your waist now, as they watch the beautiful creature sniff at the grass and carried on deeper and away into the woods.

“Are you telling me they don’t have deer out in Switzerland?” There’s amusement in Bode’s voice as he peeks back at you.

“I’ve been in the city mainly but it’s been awhile since I’ve really been one with nature, you know? Which reminds me, I’ll have to make time to go off roading with this baby one of these days. Or hiking.” You jam a thumb back at the car.

Bode nods, “you’ll be careful won’t you? Don’t get so easily impressed with animals, not all of them will have the best intentions.”

You were an animal lover back in the day, so much to the point you wouldn’t dissect a frog sophomore year, which landed you in the principal’s office.

“What?” You blow a raspberry, “I’m like freaking Princess Aurora. Animals love me.”

Bode squints his eyes, “…didn’t you get bit by a goat when we were like what? Fourteen?”

“You’re really killing my vibe man and I don’t like that.” You yank on the end of Bode’s hair who laughs again.

He raises his hands in surrender and grips your wrist from his head, “alright, alright. My bad but if it makes you feel better, I still have that scar after that horse kicked the shit out of me when we had too many drinks partying at Tamsin Kadoka’s farm.”

“Really?”

Bode nods, “yeah, right on my lower back and it’s shaped like Utah.”

You meet each other’s gaze before bursting out laughing in unison at yet another memory. He’s gripping your shoulder again while he’s got your attention, “just promise me when you’re out there in those woods that you’re careful. I’d hate it if something happened to you.”

“Well the feeling is mutual, Bo.” You state, “you just had to go on and choose firefighting huh?”

Bode shrugs, “Must be in the Leone blood.”

“Yeah, must be.” You murmur, staring at him like there’s stars getting ready to rise in your eyes and Bode can’t help but to lean forward to place a lingering kiss on your forehead.

His facial hair pricks you but you don’t mind.

“Leone!” A guard calls out, which means your time is up for now.

You hold his hand, interlocking your fingers, which he squeezes with a smile to match, eyes wandering all over your features, almost as if to tell himself that you are in fact really here.

“Until next time?” He questions.

You smile, “See you soon, Bode.”

And he grins at you, those crinkles by his eyes returning before he slips his hand from yours.

This was brief but sweet and you’re mentally kicking yourself for thinking that this could go wrong.

You’re watching Bode walk away from you and he can’t help but to jog backwards to get another look at you. Almost as if you would disappear again and you would never see him again. When he turns back around, heading to the guard on shift who announces the inmates need to get ready for line ups inside at the bunks, he meets up with Cole on his way.

“Who was that?” Cole nudges his chin in your direction.

You’re seated in the driver’s seat, window down, leaning on your arm as you watch the men in Orange make their way back inside.

Catching Bode’s eye, you wave before rolling your window almost all the way up and pull away from the camp site.

“Someone i would like to give the world and more to once im out of here.”

Cole is smirking but appreciates the honesty as he claps Bode on his shoulder, already knowing what that look is for. “Then let’s make it happen, Leone! Nothing sweeter than having something on the outside to fight for, you know?”

“I agree.” Bode pulls his gaze from your retreating car, finding himself standing up straighter as they awaited for Eve to start their day.

When Eve’s brown eyes set on Bode’s, he just barely tips in his head in thanks, which the woman echo’s as she carries on along the line.

Bode already can’t wait for the next day he can get reconnected with you in person again so, he bites his smile away.

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Continue with my spring anthology prompts here.

#Spotify #fire country #fire country season 2 #bode leone #bode donovan #bode leone x reader #bode Donovan x reader #eve edwards #spring prompts #queued #max thieriot

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littlexscarletxwitch · 1 year ago

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Hi!!!!! I hope you’re doing well!! I really like the way you write, I was hoping to request a fic with either Wanda or Natasha, or both if you vibe with it, and F! avenger reader with a whole bunch of pining. Maybe they go on a mission and one of them runs into like a sex pollen/ aphrodisiac that really makes them crave their crush and enhances preexisting feelings for that person. You can totally ignore this if you’re not comfortable with the idea, I appreciate you either way!!

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲

paring: wandanat x fem!avenger!reader

tag(s): nsfw, smut with no plot, sex pollen, insatiable r (or at least I tried), wanda and nat doing whatever r needs

warning(s): MDNI, +18 ONLY read at your own risk, explicit smut, wlw sex, vaginal fingering (r receiving), mouth riding (r receiving) thigh riding (r receiving), tit sucking, slight blood kink (?), kinda dom!reader, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 2.2k

note: Half way through writing this fic I was like "Wait, is this supposed to be smut. I mean it's sex pollen so it has to right?" and I'm still not sure but I just went with it lol. AAAAH, my first wandanat fic, I'm so excited you guys. I really hope you guys like it. It was quite a challenge writing a threesome and some parts I feel like they are bad but meh. Just go with it. Thank you, nonnie, for this request. I appreciate you just as much. I hope you like it. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Love y'all <3

requests are open! + check my rules + masterlist <3

The moment the intoxicating honey-like scent filled your lungs you felt as if your whole body shivered.

Your eyes clouded for a few seconds, your body losing balance as your legs trembled. The whole room felt like it was spinning and your thoughts were getting louder and louder. Images of red hair, tangled limbs and short black nails rushing through your mind.

“Y/n, everything okay?” you heard Steve’s voice through your earpiece, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“You have been silent for quite a while now, detka,” you heard Wanda say.

“You’re still alive, right Y/n?” Nastasha joked.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. All clear, let’s head back,” you said, trying to ignore the way your body was starting to feel different in every conceivable way possible.

As you made your way back to the quinjet you felt your heart rate increasing, you blamed it on the adrenaline of the mission, the nerves of getting out in the field once again and decided not to think too much about it, pushing everything back deep inside of your mind.

“Okay, good job everyone!” Steve congratulated all of you. “Fortunately for us, this Hydra base was empty, but it’s not always going to be like that…” he kept on going with his speech but you weren’t listening anymore.

You took a seat, feeling as if your legs would give out on you any second. It felt as if someone was hammering your poor brain, you felt your skin on fire and you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach. You felt as if your senses magnified and you felt everything ten times stronger, no matter how hard you tried to stop feeling anything at all.

“Y/n, you okay?” Clint said while placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m just tired,” you said as you gently shrugged off his hand off your burning skin, not wanting him to notice it.

Okay,” he said, sitting next to you, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

You did the same, in hopes that getting some rest will make it all go away. As you drifted off to sleep, two pairs of eyes were watching your every move. Taking down mental notes of your body language, something they would usually do. But this time they could clearly tell that something was off with you.

“Something is up with her,” the redhead mumbled, squinting her eyes at you.

“Something’s definitely wrong,” the brunette concluded.

“Can you like, check on her?”

“You want me to go through her mind?!” Wanda hissed in disbelief.

“Oh, come on. Don’t act so innocent now, Wan,” the brunette's eyes opened wide in realisation, of course Natasha knew about that. “I know you do it all the time, it’s like your little hobby, isn’t it?” the redhead teased her.

“No, I do not. Those things are private,” Wanda scoffed.

“It’s okay, I’m judging. I mean I think I would also do it if I could,” she had a grin plastered on her face.

“It’s not funny, Nat,” she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, right. Just do it,” Natasha nudged her.

“Okay, okay,” the brunette mumbled some Russian curses and a second later her eyes were turning red.

“What do you see?”

“I’m not sure,” she said, getting lost in your mind. “Everything’s a blur.”

“What do you mean ‘a blur’? It can’t be right.”

“I’m just telling you what I’m seeing, Tasha,” her brows furrowed as she tried to concentrate even more.

There had to be something that could tell the both of them what was wrong with you. You barely talked to them when you got in the quinjet, that was so not like you. You were always trailing behind them, that was one thing they liked about you. Wherever they went, you followed them like a lost puppy.

They also found it cute that even though everyone was aware you had a thing for the two of them, you never dared to do anything about it. So the two of them would tease you, making you flustered, loving the way your cheeks would go crimson red. They liked you, they really did, that was why Wanda and Natasha were so eager to know what was wrong with you. So they could make you feel better.

“Wait a second…”

“What? What is it? Tell me.”

“I think she’s in pain, but she’s not physically hurt. No, this is deeper, quite strange really. Oh, Nat, I think she’s—”

“Okay, everyone you are free for the rest of the day. See you all at dinner. First round is on me,” Steve said, as the quinjet landed. His loud voice woke you up in the process and distracted Wanda.

You groaned in annoyance, sleeping did nothing for you, everything felt ten times louder and you felt like tearing your skin off your body.

You got up quickly and made your way to your bedroom, closing the door behind you.

“The fuck’s wrong with me?” you mumbled to yourself.

You felt your tummy sinking, a fire starting in your lower area. You closed your eyes as the pain became unbearable. But closing your eyes only made it worse somehow. Your mind was filled with thoughts of them, their hands, their lips, their kisses, their scents.

“Fuck,” it came out as a moan.

The only thing you could think about was Natasha and Wanda. And that was when it hit you. You needed them, you always had, but this time you needed them or you felt like you could actually die. They will know what to do, they could help you.

“Detka!” you heard someone banging on your door.

You gasped in relief at the perfect timing.

“Y/n, we know you are not okay. Just let us inside,” the redhead shouted through your door.

Once you open the door, they realise how bad this whole thing was for you. With just one look at you they could tell you were a mess. Your breath was uneven, your cheeks were as red as ever and a thin layer of sweet covered your whole body.

“I, I—,” you tried, but your voice simply wasn’t cooperating.

“We know, baby. We know,” Wanda cooed, as Natasha closed and locked the door behind her.

“This is bad, you shouldn’t be here…”

“It’s okay, malyshaka. We are here to help you.”

“I don’t think I can control myself…”

“We don’t want you to,” the redhead said as she stood behind you.

You could feel her hot breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine.

“It hurts,” you almost cried. “I need it to stop… I need you… Make it stop,” you said breathlessly.

And that’s all it took for Wanda to connect her lips with yours and for Natasha to kiss your neck. You swear you could come undone just by the feeling of their lips but it wasn’t nearly enough. Moans escaped from your mouth repeatedly, gasping for air.

Somehow the three of you made it to your bed, Wanda’s lips never leaving yours and Natasha firming her grip on your waist. Soon enough the three of you were stripped out of your clothes, and your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as soon as you made skin to skin contact with them.

“Fuck,” the word rolled out off your togue onto Wanda’s lips the moment your exposed core touched her thigh.

You felt a wave of pleasure washing over you, clouding all your senses and just focusing on the overwhelming feeling. Your head fell back as it hit Natasha’s stomach and she seized the moment in order to finally have a taste of your lips.

As Natasha took care of your lips, trailing her rough hands all over your torso, you started rocking your hips, Wanda’s thigh hitting the right spots on your core. It soon all became too much and you started riding her thigh at a much faster pace, knowing you were closer to your relief.

The coil inside you finally snapped, a wave of immense pleasure washed over you as you cursed over and over again, their names slipping out of your lips. You were a sweety horny little mess, you had a first taste of them and now you needed more. It was a hunger that was yet to be satisfied.

As you catched your breath, you got up from Wanda’s lap and gently pushed Natasha over the bed.

“What are you—?” she raised a brow at you, confused at your behaviour.

They have studied you before and they knew for a fact that you were no leader, you were a follower. You were also a people pleaser, everybody’s needs coming before your own. So you taking the lead in this situation got her off guard.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, before getting on top of her, straddling her head with your thighs.

Without a warning you let your weight fall on top of her, her lips getting immediate access to your cunt. Natasha wasn’t able to resist you, she started licking, sucking, biting, getting moans and whimpers out of your pretty lips.

Her hands found your thighs and gently squeezed, her nails digging into your flesh. You felt Wanda getting behind you, rocking herself onto Natasha’s abdomen. She kissed your neck, leaving love bites all over your sensitive skin.

The room was filled with your moans and whimpers as Wanda and Natasha took care of you. You didn't care how loud you were being, you felt in cloud 9 with the two Russians hitting all the right places.

Your head fell back on Wanda’s shoulder, her hands trailing up your body pinching and massaging your nipples. All while Natasha worked her tongue in and out of you, her nose hitting your clit making your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

You felt your second orgasm getting closer, you knew you wouldn’t be able to last long if they kept on working their magic on you.

“Shit, don’t stop,” you gasped.

Natasha moaned in your cunt as she felt your hips rocking even faster, and wanting to help you out, she did her best work on you. Wanda didn’t trail behind and she kept on teasing your breast and sucking on your skin.

“I’m— I’m—,” a loud moan cut you off as you came undone on Natasha’s lips.

She helped you ride out your high, getting as much of your juice as she could. She moaned at the taste of you, her eyes rolling to the back of her skull getting confirmation you were as sweet as she had always imagined. The moan she let out sent a shiver up your spine, making you squirm.

“How are you, malyshka?” Wanda whispered in your ear, as she helped you get off of Nat.

You throw yourself at her, feeling the fire inside of you starting back again, as your lips seek for hers. You kissed her roughly, biting her lower lip so hard that some blood came out. You tasted her blood on your tongue as you licked the small wound you had caused her.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled on her lips, breathless.

“It’s okay,” she whispered on your lips.

You didn’t mean to be rough with her, but it was out of your control. The fire inside you was too strong to keep it under control.

“I want your fingers… I need your fingers,” you said, reaching for her hand and putting two of her fingers inside of your mouth.

Wanda moaned at the sight before her, she swore she was soaking wet. But right now it wasn't about her, it was all about helping you. Poor Y/n, suffering like a bitch in heat.

Once you were done sucking, you guided them to your aching cunt, letting her take care of you. Even though you had already come two times, you were still as wet and as needy. She easily pushed two fingers inside of you, her eyes closing at how warm you felt.

“She’s so tight, Nat.”

“Really? I guess we’ll have to work on that,” you heard the redhead chuckling, but you were lost in your pleaser. Through your hooded eyes you watched them kiss each other, making you even hotter and wetter. Wanda knew you needed this really bad, so being the lady she was, she quickly picked up her pace. She felt you clenched around her fingers and that only made her thrust her fingers even faster.

Natahsa loved the scene unfolding before her eyes but wanting to take part, she got closer to Wanda, her lips reaching out for the brunette’s breasts, sucking her nipples.

“Shit,” she gasped at the feeling, her finger stopping for half a second.

“Wanda…” you moaned out annoyingly, making Natasha chuckle.

“So– sorry,” she breathed out, getting back to her work.

Your hands travelled up or body, pinching and massaging your own breast, as you watched the redhead sucking violently Wanda’s nipples. Getting whimpers out of the two of you.

“Wan, I’m close,” you whispered.

“We got you, moya lyubov.”

The moment the pet name reached your ears you felt the wave of pleasure washing over you, coming for the third time.

“Fuck!” you manage to say, short of breath.

You felt the fire inside you finally being put out as Wanda’s fingers helped you ride out your high.

“You finally had enough?” Natasha joked.

“Maybe,” you shuddered, still trying to recover from the activity.

“Well, you better have, it’s our turn now.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her, a small smile forming on your lips.

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rinwritesfics · 2 months ago

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Plot: When a vendor at a market blows a mysterious powder in Echo’s face, a series of events happens – and not all unwelcome between the two of you.

Warnings: pollen, pollen blown into face by a person, feelings confessions, creampie, slightly dom Echo, a single (light) spank, fairly vanilla, aftercare insinuated, fade-to-black second round, unprotected sex. Wrap it before you tap it, folks! (I hope that’s all.) MDNI!!!!!

Word Count: 3,589

Author’s Note: I have tried and tried to edit this to where I feel I want it, but I was down from COVID and then lost a family member, so that is where it has finally ended up. No use of Y/N. I hope you like it!

The sun shone comfortably on the village as you walked with your favorite person. Echo.

This beautiful, wonderful man had volunteered to accompany you into the village on a supply run, and you couldn’t have been happier. The warmth in your heart sure enjoyed the fact that he had spoken up so quickly.

“We need only one more thing, right?” you asked Echo.

“Just the gasket grease rated for high vacuum situations.” He nodded, his helmet modulating that voice you like so much.

You looked up at him and shook your head, snickering.

He tilted his head, the afternoon sun shining off the helmet a bit. “What?”

“What do you mean, what? It’s a gorgeous day and there you are pretending it’s raining out.”

“But, I always wear my bucket,” he protested.

“You were just talking this morning about the dangers of lacking vitamin D. I distinctly remember because we had to stop Wrecker from making a lewd joke in front of Omega.”

Echo chuckled and you smiled. Even through his helmet, you enjoyed his laugh. It was always a breath of fresh air.

Sometimes, he would immediately decide to put his helmet on, even when you two were just stepping outside briefly and then he’d seem flustered when you asked him about it, like he was embarrassed he forgot about it. You liked seeing his face. It was his, and no one else’s. He may share genetics with thousands and more other souls, but that face? His alone.

“Alright, you’re right,” he said, caving like he usually does. He couldn’t seem to say no to you, but that was nothing you were going to take advantage of.

He took off the helmet and breathed, greeted with fresh air instead of that stale recycler in his suit.

“Besides, it’s not for very long. You won’t get a sunburn.” You grinned, teasing him slightly.

A small smile appeared on his lips.

Yep. That beautiful, perfect face of his.

You both turned a corner in the market, nearly to the last stall you needed to stop at.

The closer you got, the louder a voice became on your right, yelling about her wares. You started to pass her stall and she called out about having the perfect remedy for a boring couple’s night. The sign above her white-haired head was a play on the term “Love Potions” in the native language which didn’t translate as cleverly into Aurebesh. Echo was closest to the stall and traded a suspicious glance with you.

“Ah, you two look like you could use something to spice up your love life! Try my newest concoction! First try is on me! I guarantee you’ll like it, and you’ll come back for the full-strength dose!”

“Oh, no ma’am, we’re not -” Echo began correcting her, but she cut him off.

“I insist!” she cackled, then, before anyone could stop her, held up a small piece of folded cream flimsy in her hand and blew a red dust into Echo’s face. Echo stumbled back, coughing and spitting out whatever got into his mouth as he bent over. The crazy older woman cackled gleefully and turned away.

“Hey, you can’t do that!” you yelled, suddenly enraged. You wanted to give her a piece of your mind, but Echo continued to cough and struggle for breath and you dug into your pack for your canteen. “Echo, Echo hey, use this to rinse your mouth when you can.”

He took the canteen as his coughing settled, took a swig from the canteen and spat out the water twice, then chugged part of the canteen. You waited for his breath to settle before asking if he was okay. In response, he wiped away the tears on his face and poured more water over his eyes, which you could easily guess were burning.

“Echo, talk to me. Tell me how you’re feeling.” You looked up at him, worry in your eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice hoarse, “yeah, I’m okay. Let’s just keep going.”

“I’m going to, after I give that shopkeeper a piece of my mind.” You scowled at her stall, which had gathered quite the customer attraction in the past minute or so. Obviously, they hadn’t seen Echo get assaulted.

“No, she could do the same thing to you. Besides, if the security around here didn’t do anything about it, then apparently it’s a normal occurrence.”

“But Echo, that’s wrong!”

“It’s not our planet.”

“But -”

“Hey.” He grabbed your arm and turned you to face him and not the stall. “Hey, I appreciate what you want to do, but there’s nothing we can do now.”

You sighed heavily, seriously contemplating agreeing, then turning around anyway. But there was a look in his eyes that was unfamiliar. You frowned and he blinked and it was gone. You saw it, you know you did, but you couldn’t identify it. “Alright. Let’s hurry, then, and get out of here.”

Quickly, you got the last item on your list and began making for the exit. The last shopkeeper said nothing about the events that transpired with the last stall, which only served to confirm Echo’s theory that it happened often here. You made a mental note to not return to this village if you could help it.

Everything was progressing fine on your way back, and you almost swore that Echo looked like normal before he collapsed to his knees on the cobblestone path about a block from the exit of the main center of the village. His helmet rolled a couple feet away from him.

“Echo!” you cried out, rushing to his side. He shook his head, as if dazed, then flinched as you placed your hands on his upper arm when you tried to help him up. He groaned and you froze, kneeling beside him and looking at his face. There was a rosy coloring in his cheeks and his pupils were wide, almost blown. “Echo?”

He let out a shuddering breath. “I-I don’t feel very well.”

“Can you get back to the ship?” you asked softly. He placed his hand over his face, then shook his head.

“You go back, I’ll just wait here.”

“Echo, I’m not leaving without you.”

“You have to. Go. If you start off now, you should be able to make it before the sun sets.” His voice was very strained and he didn’t move his hand from his face.

“No. I’m not leaving you. Come on.” You helped him up, scooped his helmet off the ground, and led him to the village’s version of a bed and breakfast. You paid for a room and helped Echo up to safety so you could look him over, the room door shutting just behind you.

“You need to lay down so I can examine you,” you said gently.

A tiny whimper escaped his lips and both yours and his eyes widened.

“I-I don’t think that’s necessary,” he hissed, squeezing his eyes shut.

You said softly, “Echo, I have to find out what’s going on.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s the stuff she blew at me.”

“All the more reason for you to lay down. Armor on the floor and lay. Down.”

You started to dig through your medpack and his armor hit the floor with multiple clunks at slightly hesitant intervals. The bed let out a small protest at his weight as he sat down. You stood up and saw him laying back, but with the leg closest to you up.

“Alright, what is bothering you the most?” you asked as you approached. His cheeks, slightly flushed, darkened. And so was his gaze, you noticed as you got closer.

“I’m not sure you want to know,” he almost whispered, his voice cracking a bit.

“What? Why?”

He paused, looking at you with fear and something else.

“Echo, please,” you said softly.

“That woman’s powder was an aphrodisiac,” he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut, and he laid his leg down on the bed. The tent in his blacks was prominent.

You blushed. “E-Echo?”

He sat up and started to reach for you, but he stopped himself despite his wide pupils. “I… I understand if you turn tail and leave now.”

You had often imagined going from friendship to a romantic relationship with Echo, but not this fast. An unwanted aphrodisiac, even one at partial strength, could be dangerous to him, and even to you if you stayed. You could help him. You could be there for him. But how could you leave him when this could hurt him? How could you let him suffer?

“I….”

How could you even think about how much you wanted him when he was suffering?

He groaned and the decibel stoked the growing fire in your lower belly. “Mesh’la, save yourself. I don’t know what I’m capable of. And I don’t want you to get hurt in the process.”

You cleared your throat and sputtered, “I-I have to find the antidote.”

“Do you think she has one?” he asked, pushing his head back against the bed, his face screwed up in something you couldn’t identify. Pain? Pleasure? Both?

You sighed, then shook your head. “No, I don’t think she has one.”

“Maybe… maybe it’ll wear off?” he suggested, then gasped loudly.

“Uh, maybe....” I say, the faltering hope in my tone unconvincing.

Both of you knew it wouldn’t be that easy. It could get metabolized by his system, but there was no telling how long it would take, or how life-threatening it could be, especially since he was beginning to sweat and his heartrate was likely climbing if his breathing was any indication.

He arched his back as he tried to get comfortable.

“Echo, let me help you,” you finally whispered.

He finally looked at you, wide-eyed. “Cyar’ika, no. This isn’t right.”

You felt like you had your heart scooped out by a melon baller. He didn’t want you. “Oh. I-I see.”

“No!” he shouted, sitting up. “No, wait, that didn’t come out right! Please, no! I-I-I’ve wanted to be with you for so long, but I’ve never thought you saw me that way, and now… this isn’t the way I wanted to tell you.”

Your heart sped up and joy flooded your veins. You wanted to leap and scream out in victory, but now was the worst time to celebrate your returned affection. “Echo,” you breathed, stepping closer and he looked ready to bolt. “Let me help you. Let me show you how I feel about you by helping.”

He whimpered as you took off your shoulder pads, then your belt. “It’s… it’s wrong….”

It certainly wasn’t maintaining dignity, but this drug in his system was certainly not helping with that. “Would you rather wait it out? See how long it takes to clear from your system? If it clears from your system?”

He shook his head, then his eyes squeezed shut again. This time, the noise he makes is definitely pained.

“Echo, do you trust me?”

He mumbled your name, then sighed and said, “Alright. Please. Please help me!”

“Okay.” You began to strip off your clothes and he whined, watching you, and scrambling to get his off, too. When he stood up, naked and trembling slightly, you paused as you worked to get your socks off. Your eyes drank in his form with a soft gasp. Where his prosthetic legs ended, his delicious thighs began, muscular. The scars and stretch marks stretched up them, breaking through the gorgeous tan skin. He had stretch marks and scars, faded, all over his torso, too. The metallic ports sunken in his skin did nothing to detract from his desirable form, and your eyes roamed the shapely abs and pectorals that heaved with each breath. His biceps, strong, looked like they could hold you against the wall with enough ease. The veins that ran down his left arm were noticeable enough and you bit your lower lip before eyeing up what you saved for last. His length was standing fully and looked almost painful, and his tip was already shining with precum.

He watched you eye him up and you blushed, seeing the blown pupils and the flex of his hand like he was holding back. You stood slowly and his eyes drank in your form, a small whimper spilling out of his lips that made your cheeks warm.

“Are-are you sure you want this, mesh’la?” he asked, his voice a little higher-pitched from the nervousness peeking through the desire.

“Yes. I want to help you, and I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t like you like that.”

“L-like what?” he asked, but you had a feeling he had figured it out by that point. He just wanted you to say it.

“I love you, Echo. I’d do anything for you.”

Whatever held him back inside snapped and he strode across the room and wrapped you firmly in his arms, pushing his lips against yours. It was desperate and hungry, but not painful. He kissed you, open-mouthed, and you returned in fiery favor, feeling the heat of his breath through his nose on your cheek as his hand went from your waist to the swell of your ass and started to press his hips into yours, rolling a little for friction against his hardness. His hand began to squeeze your ass and play with it, including a playful smack. You gasped, then moaned.

“If you let me, next time, I’ll worship you and your body,” he groaned as his lips left open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his hand reaching up to hold the back of your neck.

“Oh, Echo,” you moaned, the heat in your core upping itself.

“I’ll do it, I swear to you, but right now I-I can’t hold back.” He continued his assault on your neck, leaving marks, then moving to your collarbone and sucking and biting at it. The hand on your neck moved down to one of your breasts, massaging it and twisting your nipple. His mouth kept at your skin and you hadn’t noticed when, but his hand had moved to your butt, then migrated between your thighs and was starting into your slick from behind. The contact of his calloused fingers and the wetness between your lips almost made you crumble. He began to rut against you as his finger pushed in to the second knuckle and you moaned loudly.

“Oh, mesh’la, did I make you this wet?” he asked, his voice low. It was a tone you didn’t often hear from him. In fact, you didn’t believe you had ever heard it before. It sounded a little dark, and you squeezed your thighs together as best you could, partly trapping his hand at the apex of your thighs.

“Yes. Yes, Echo. Please, Echo, it’s all for you.” You began to babble as he started to walk you both to the bed. He let go of your body just long enough to move his arms to your ass and lift you against his body before throwing you on the bed under him. Your legs splayed open further than when they were against his hips a moment ago and he looked from your eyes to your glistening sex. A growl left his lips and he ran two fingers roughly through your slick to spread over his length. If the feeling of his fingers running over your bundle of nerves wasn’t enough to get a whine from you, the sight of him stroking his length was.

“All for me, huh? Do you think about me this way, mesh’la?” He started to drag his tip through your folds and you looked up from the show to his lust-filled eyes.

“I-I have, but I’ve tried not to.”

“Why?” he asked a bit roughly.

“Because thinking about you that way wasn’t right without you feeling the same.”

He paused, the look in his eyes clouded by guilt. “I’ve been the same.” Then, his eyes changed again, and he spoke in a controlled but strangled tone, “Once I get started here, I’m not going to be able to stop.”

You nodded.

“Words, cyar’ika. Beg me.”

“Yes, Echo, I’m yours! Stars, please!”

He began to push in. “Oh, kriff, you’re so tight,” he moaned. His hand moved from your hip and started to tease your clit. Your moan ripped from your throat and he grinned.

“Oh, Echo,” you groaned, your walls stretching as he pushed at a steady pace. It was a little painful, but as he ran his fingers over your clit, playing with it, you were able to accommodate his size as you grew more aroused. “Oh, stars!”

“Good job, taking me so good. Kriff!”

He finally sunk to the hilt and he moaned loudly. Your walls began to tighten around him again as he manipulated your clit and then ran his fingers up the inside of your hip to grab it. He didn’t say a word as he began to pull out, then push back in. The whines and groans you both made mixed with the slap of sweaty skin and squelching as he thrusted into you, the bed squeaking and creaking. Every ridge and vein prominent against your walls, you could feel the coil in your stomach tighten. Suddenly, he raised your right leg and started to thrust at a different angle, and you knew it wouldn’t be long.

“Come for me, baby. Come right on my cock. Oh, Maker, you feel so good!” he growled.

“Oh, oh kriff,” you groaned, which was no match for the deep and sinful moan he gave you before you yelled, “Echo!”

Your walls clenched, euphoria washing over you, and he rode you through it, his voice cracking as he yelled your name. Your veins filled with stars, your body set alight, and your vision went white for a moment. His thrusts began to get a little sloppy as he chased his own orgasm. Somehow, he was able to form words and ask permission.

“Where?”

“Inside?”

“Oh, you sure?”

“Yes!”

“Kark!” he swore as his hips faltered and his cock twitched. His breathing came in quick gasps while he came, still thrusting, then he almost collapsed on top of you. You kissed his sweaty forehead that was near your face and he chuckled breathlessly. After a couple seconds, he pushed himself up and went to pull out, but you stopped him.

“Leave it there, it’s okay.”

He chuckled again, then moved to your side, your legs still around his hips, laying down beside you as you turned to look at him. The shifting of his softening cock inside you felt overstimulating and arousing, but you tried to ignore it.

Something from earlier stuck out to you, but you pushed it away. He hadn’t said he loved you back.

His eyes roamed your face, finally clear of the lust, but lit by his smile. “You’re so gorgeous.” His hand reached around your face and tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. The touch felt so nice, but was tainted by your realization. Was he just trying to be nice?

He went to kiss you, but you resisted and he pulled back, frowning. “Cyar’ika?”

“Am I?”

“What do you mean?” He pulled his softening cock out of you and you shuddered at the loss, the drag on your walls feeling good and you had to hold back a moan.

“Am I your sweetheart? Or is this only a one-time thing?” you asked quietly.

“Wait, I-”

“Because I love you, Echo. And I didn’t say it to convince you earlier. I truly love you. But I’ll back off if you don’t.” You sat up and started to stand. Your legs felt like jelly.

“Cyare, wait.” His voice cracked.

You turned around to look at him, and he got up from the crumpled comforter.

“Sweetheart, I do love you! You’re so kind to me and beautiful and smart. We’ve been through so much together. And I realized months ago that I was falling in love with you. I just didn’t… I didn’t want to scare you off.” He held out his hand for yours and you slowly placed your hand in his. He brought you closer and wrapped his scomp around your back. “I’m in love with you, cyare. I’m sorry it took me this long to admit it.”

You rested your forehead in the dip of his neck. “I love you, Echo. You mean everything to me.”

“And I love you, too.” He kissed the top of your head and you could have stood there forever if you hadn’t felt a little drip from your core. You clenched your thighs together.

You chuckled, a little embarrassed. “I, uh, hate to break the moment, but I need to clean up.”

He grinned, a little of that lust darkening his eyes again. “Can I help?”

You smirked, then trailed a finger up his chest. “Maybe, but it might get me aroused depending on how you do it.”

You felt him begin to harden against you again. “Would that be such a bad thing?”

You squeaked in surprise. “N-no.”

“Are you sure? Because that didn’t sound sure.” He began to nibble on your ear, his voice deep and seductive again.

A gasp escaped your mouth. “A-are you still under the influence of that powder?”

He shook his head, lips starting to ghost over yours. “No, cyar’ika. I’m thinking pretty clearly, now. And I’m thinking I need to worship you like you deserve.”

You murmured against his lips, “Well, Corporal Echo, I’m all yours.”

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Miraculous AU - Chapter 14 - Devotion

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Chloe stared at her ceiling. She tossed and turned a few times before she reached for her phone. She checked the time: midnight. She checked her messages, but there were no new ones. At least, not from Adrien. She growled and sat up, then chucked her phone. Pollen flew up from the coffee table and caught the phone.

“What have I told you? It’s unbecoming to just throw things, especially when you’re angry.”

Chloe growled as she crossed her arms. “Oh, who cares?”

“I do. Now, talk to me. What’s on your mind, Darling?”

“What isn’t? The city witnessed the storm of the century earlier which has officially been confirmed to be a monster attack. Which means Adrien was out in the storm, fighting the monster, and he hasn’t responded to my messages.”

“I’m sure Adrien is fine. Besides, didn’t your father tell you that Gabriel doesn’t want you talking with his son?”

“Well, yes. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to listen. Especially when he’s miserable in that house. I bet Gabriel is intentionally keeping Adrien busy for that reason, like always.”

“This isn’t just about Adrien, is it, Darling?”

Chloe looked at Pollen, then hid her face in her hands. “I’m scared, Pollen. First that Stoneheart thing that nearly killed us and now this storm? Not just for Adrien, who’s the one out there fighting with that Ladybug girl, but also me, Sabrina, and others. What if any of us fall victim to becoming a monster? What if others do because of me?”

Pollen placed the phone on the bed, then sat on Chloe’s shoulder. “Are you afraid of your past coming back?”

Tears fell from Chloe’s eyes. “Of course! I did so many terrible things. I made so many people miserable just to gain the attention of someone who never even knew me. And you’ve said, along with the new heroes, that whatever these butterflies are, feed on dark desires. The things that we keep buried deep in our hearts. What if someone I hurt comes after me, Sabrina, or Daddy? What do I do then?”

“Well, there is a silver lining, albeit in a grey cloud.”

Chloe sniffled and looked up. “What is that?”

“Me. I believe it’s time.”

“But you said-.”

“I know. I never fully intended for this. I merely wanted to help guide you. To help you grow into a respectable young lady, but I can’t sit idly by, Darling. This butterfly holder is ruthless. His creatures will kill, intentionally or not, and I don’t want to lose you.”

“But, what about Daddy and Sabrina? I don’t want to lose them.”

Pollen placed a hand on Chloe’s cheek. “Darling, in protecting you, you will be able to protect them. You will step into the daylight a true queen to protect her people. All you must do is say three little words.”

Chloe considered, then smirked. She jumped out of bed and grabbed the bee comb. She put it in her hair, then stood in front of her balcony door.

“Pollen, buzz on.”

Chloe stepped out into the night as Pollen disappeared into the comb and transformed Chloe. Her fair skin turned golden as her hair frizzled into wild curls around her. The whites of her eyes turned black, the irises became yellow, and her pupils vanished. A fur trimmed yellow halter dress formed on her. Black sections appeared on her dress that filled the body of her skirt, a strip around her waist, torso, and neck. Yellow fingered black gloves with fur cuffs appeared on her arms up to her bicep. Beneath her skirt were black and yellow tights with thigh high black boots. Around her hip, a yellow and black striped yo-yo appeared.

Chloe took another step as her skirt split and flowed around her. She walked up to railing and stepped up onto it. She removed the yo-yo from her waist and practiced with it. Once she was comfortable using it, she chucked it and it snagged onto a far-off building. She tugged on the string as she leapt from the hotel rooftop and flew. She grinned as she glided through Paris.

Chloe landed on a rooftop, ready to throw her yo-yo, when she saw Chat Noir. She gasped as her eyes lit up and threw her yo-yo towards him. It wrapped around his waist, and she pulled him towards her. He yelped as he was pulled into Chloe’s arms. She hugged him and spun around while he struggled to free himself.

“I’m so glad to see you, Adrien!”

Chat whipped his head around. “Chloe?”

Chloe giggled and put him down. “Surprised?”

“Yes. What are you doing here?”

“I was taking a little stroll with Pollen. That was until I saw you.”

“When did you activate your whatever it was?”

“It’s a comb and just now, actually. Did you not feel it?”

“Not that I noticed.”

“Huh. Good to know. But isn’t this awesome? Now we can hang out with each other.”

“We can?”

“Of course. Who else will you hang out with at this hour?”

“Usually Ladybug, but she usually doesn’t stay out too long.”

“That’s perfect then! We can hang out after she leaves. Please.”

“Sure. I’d honestly love that.”

“Excellent. Now, let’s chat. How was the battle against the monster today?”

Chat shrugged as he walked along the rooftop. “Not much of a battle against than it was against the weather. Between the rain, wind, and hail, it took a lot. Ladybug managed to get the object, but in a last ditch effort, the monster tried to strike us with lightning. It would have hit, if Louve Grise didn’t intervene.”

Chloe grimaced. “Is Louve ok?”

“I think she’s alright. It looked like her kwami took most of damage, but Ladybug took Louve to the hospital. I assume she’s still there.”

“At least she’s ok. Others were not so lucky.”

“What do you mean?”

Chloe stopped and looked down. “I overheard Daddy going over the reports. Many people lost their lives in the storm and many more injured. They’re starting to consider actions to minimize casualties. Amongst the first was having all students take online courses, no going to school this year.”

“Really? I’m sorry.”

“I don’t mind so much. I suppose it gives me a bit of a break from my classmates. At least the ones like Alya.” Chloe sighed and sat down.

Chat sat beside Chloe. “If you don’t mind me asking, what’s the issue that people have with you? Marinette said you had a bad rep, but why is that?”

“You remember Audrey, right?

“I think so? If I remember, she directs her own fashion magazine. She eventually left for the States, didn’t she?”

“Yes. She is an accomplished woman, and I respect her for that. But she was, is, an awful person. Yet, I tried to be like her to gain her affection. When she returned a couple years ago, I thought it was my chance to make my mother see me. But I was a fool. She came back to finalize a divorce with Daddy and when I confronted her, all she said was: ‘who are you?’”

Chat flinched, his ears pinned back, and his tail wrapped around him. “I didn’t know. Why didn’t you reach out?”

Chloe wiped away the tears with a harsh laugh. “Because you were modeling at that point. Not to mention that your father hates me.”

Chat looked away.

“Regardless, in trying to gain the love of a monster, I became one. I made so many people miserable for years. I probably still would be if not for Pollen.”

“How did you two meet anyway?”

“Well, I was crying, devastated over what Audrey said and what I had done almost all my life. I remember a soft buzzing sound and then I felt something in my hair. I went to smack whatever it was but felt the comb. Then, I saw Pollen. I was so rude to her, telling her to go away, but she just smiled and wiped away my tears. She told me that she had no intention of leaving and that she’d help me to be a true queen.”

“A true queen?”

“Yeah. She’s became my mother, as silly as that sounds. She introduced herself to the staff, Jean, and Daddy, making her intentions and presence known. She then spent the last two years raising me as her own. Teaching me important lessons, admonishing me when I misbehaved, and worked to make me a better person. I don’t feel that I deserve her and what she did, but I can’t thank her enough. She gave me the second chance so many wouldn’t risk.”

“I’m glad she was there for you. And, just so you know, it’s not silly. Pollen becoming your mother.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I know I had my mother until she passed, but she never really felt there for me, you know? Almost like her and Father only cared for the business… and each other. I’ve always just felt there, in the way, forgotten. Except when it came to Nathalie.”

“Nathalie? She seems almost as cold as Gabriel at times.”

“She was standoffish at first, but I quickly warmed up to her. It always felt that she’s tried to keep her distance. Always trying to focus on work, just giving me the bare minimum of attention. But she eventually opened up more and became the best part of my childhood.”

“What about now?”

“I’m glad she’s around. She’s more forced into it as Father stripped her of her job as his PA to be my personal nanny, but I’m grateful for her. Honestly, thinking back to when Ladybug asked how I function, it’s because of her.”

“How?”

“She’s always standing strong, no matter what. I always remember how she carried herself despite what Father threw at her and the strength in her silence. She became as trapped as me, but she never faltered. It was like no matter what was thrown at her, where she found herself, she could shoulder any burden and keep her head held high. I tried doing the same, but I just couldn’t.”

“Well, she is an adult. It’s a little different.”

Chat chuckled. He felt his ears twitch. He heard a rustling sound but ignored it. “Maybe, but what else could I do?”

“Well, you are out here, right? Doing something about it, aren’t you?”

“I may be out of the house, but there’s still a lot that I can’t do. I can only get out during the night when people should be asleep. The only teens I see at this hour are doing something probably illegal that I’d rather not deal with. I can’t hang out with the people I want cause how would Chat Noir know them? I’m glad I have you back now and I suppose Marinette since I think she’s Ladybug, but-.”

“Wait, Marinette is Ladybug?”

“Maybe? I don’t know for sure. I can kinda see it in her appearance and her kindness, but I’m just not hundred percent. There’s also something else, I guess.”

“What’s that?”

“Well, I might, maybe sorta, have a crush on Marinette, maybe. But does that mean I have a crush on Ladybug too if they’re the same person? I only interacted with her as Marinette a handful of times but have spent more time with her as Ladybug. But when she’s Ladybug, I didn’t feel that same draw as when I saw her as Marinette. But now that I might know, I’m confused as I might feel something for Ladybug too.”

“Hush, Adrien. You’re overcomplicating things.”

“This is kind of a complicated situation, don’t you think?”

“Well, maybe. So, how exactly does she act as Ladybug?”

“She’s kind and gentle. She’s also bubbly and playful with her fun little games. And there’s this air she gives off that makes me comfortable when I’m around her. And it’s easy to talk to her.”

“Sounds like Marinette to me.”

“Does it?”

“It does. So, what’s the big deal? Why not just date her while she’s Ladybug and you as Chat Noir?”

“I didn’t say anything about dating.”

“Well, you said you had a crush on her, right?”

“On Marinette, yeah. I’m not sure about Ladybug because I don’t know if she’s really the same person behind the mask.”

“Adrien, some people don’t need masks to be themselves. Look at me. I plan to let Paris know that Chloe Bourgeois is one of their newest heroes as Queen Bee.”

Chat huffed. “Not all of us get that luxury. I can’t just tell everyone who I am, not that I want to. As Adrien, there’s already an image, a certain standard, and I don’t want that applied to Chat Noir. I want to be real me, whoever that is, and not the me Father has created for the brand.”

“Then, wouldn’t you want to hang out with Marinette Ladybug as Chat? Or any new friends for that matter? Let them see the real you and not whatever Gabriel made you to be?”

“She has a point, Chat Noir,” Mayura said.

Chat’s heart dropped. That voice, he knew it. He turned and saw a woman perched atop a chimney with her back to them. She wore a blue dress with a peacock tail behind her. Her skin a light blue, and dark blue hair that was tied back into a bun with peacock feathers in it.

“Some may be lucky to express themselves freely without judgement. However, people like us need a mask to break from the expectations placed upon us.” Mayura paused and turned towards them. “Only once we are masked can we truly be free.”

Chat’s jaw dropped when he saw the woman’s face. Despite the changes to her appearance, he recognized her anywhere: Nathalie.

Queen Bee stared at Mayura in awe. “Who are you?”

Mayura turned to Queen Bee. “As I am, I am Mayura.”

A blush formed on Queen Bee’s cheeks. “You’re beautiful.”

Mayura smiled. “Of course I am. I am beauty personified.”

Chat stood. “What are you doing here? What are you plotting?”

Mayura chuckled. She turned to face him. “I promise we’ll discuss that later, young hero. I regrettably must depart for now. I do apologize for intruding on your night out.”

Queen Bee stood. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay a little longer? The night is still young.”

“Maybe for you kids, but not for boring adults like me. I have adult stuff do to in the morning.”

Queen Bee’s shoulders slumped. “Oh.”

Mayura blinked, then smiled. She leapt down and placed a hand on Queen Bee’s shoulder. “Don’t be drawn in by beauty alone for it is deceiving. And chin up. You’ll find your queen one day, Queen Bee.”

Queen Bee’s eyes widened. “How did you?”

Mayura simply bowed. She turned and jumped away.

“Hey, are you ok?” Chat asked.

“Yeah, I’m good. She just caught me off guard.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“But, hey, want to go do something? The night is still young.”

“What is there to do?”

Queen Bee threw her yo-yo. “Why don’t we go find out?”

Queen Bee tugged on the string and flew across the way. Chat smiled and joined her.

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pollen-warden · 5 months ago

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Place: Farmer’s Market Time: Early June With: @pollen-warden & @vanishingreyes

TW: sibling death mentions

Summary : Xóchitl stumbles upon the Kumar's stall at the farmer's market while the warden is reflecting on recent events. Honey is sold and a budding friendship based on flowers and puns appears.

As a warden, there was usually no worse season than spring. Such a statement was not true for the Kumars, who, while they dreaded the surge in fae atrocities committed this time of the year, were quite delighted to see their hives come back to life, their bees take their first flight of the season, and nature being reborn. It also meant that they no longer had to sit, one at a time, in the cold for hours at the weekly farmer’s market. Today was his turn. Vishal didn’t particularly enjoy going there even though he always felt better at the end of the day than he did at dawn. He wouldn’t have called himself introverted yet he liked to stay home, in the garden, or with a book on the patio and a glass of lemonade. It was a sunny day, however, and that alone was enough to bring warmth to his face. Warmth with a hint of nostalgia. If Devi had been with him, she’d have set up a chair and gotten the shades and straw hat out, her shrill laugh making head turns as she quipped with their clientele.

He was not quite as good at small talk, but he liked to think that he was not a disaster either. Bear in mind that he was not the best at dealing with his own feelings or himself at all. He often felt overwhelmed and tried to get away with it by nodding his way through a conversation. A yellow apron tied around his waist and neck, the beekeeper, his back turned to the passersby, was arranging the honey farm’s product in neat lines and piles. It was still early in the morning, and he didn’t expect to have customers until later.

She should’ve just gone back to Boston, or to New York, or somewhere like that. Anywhere that didn’t immediately make her think of Mackenzie. Except, of course, in many ways everywhere could manage to make her think of Mackenzie – and she still didn’t have answers and that was why she’d gone back to Maine in the first place, so she couldn’t give up. At least not yet, and she also couldn’t conceivably just live in her house and not go out at all. So Xóchitl had decided to come to the farmer’s market, and at least it was someplace outdoors, and at least she could wear her sunglasses and feign extra Cool Factor while simultaneously ignoring everyone around her.

The fact that she’d gone early should’ve helped with that. So she meandered through the various stalls, grabbing a few tomatoes and some early-season strawberries.

She wasn’t sure if the honey stand was new (though in many ways she was new to town herself), but she did find herself drawn to it. “Are the bees that made this yours?” She turned her head to the side. “You know, in the interest of supporting local wildlife and all that.” Xóchitl was pretty sure that the way that farmer’s markets worked was that whatever was being sold had to be local, but it was an easy enough way to start conversation, and talking with a stranger, with someone who knew nothing at all about her, was more than welcome. She didn’t even have to give her name. At least not yet.

If he heard the woman’s footsteps before she arrived nearby, Vishal didn't turn to look at her until she asked him a question. After all, he was focused on what he was doing, and interrupting himself seemed pointless if she was just going to walk by.

He was not good at sales. This was not his thing at all. And it was all made worse when folks asked where his sister had been hiding. They had been rather private about her passing, and telling people that she was dead, saying those words, it pained him each and every time.

At least, this one seemed to be unaware of who his family was. Everyone local knew that they had owned beehives over the course of more than half a century. “Well, yes. The bees are born and raised in Wicked’s Rest, just like me,” setting down one last jar of honey, he gave the woman a polite grin and moved around the stall to get back on his side of it. “Do you want to have a taste? What sort of honey do you usually prefer ?”What do you usually prefer?”

And me too, sort of, Xóchitl wanted to respond, but held off. Because that wasn’t a part of her that she shared often, only if it came up in conversation or somehow, somewhere, managed to actually benefit her. Right now? It didn’t, not in the slightest.

“I’d like a taste, yeah.” She was allowed to say things like that with the slightest of grins that weren’t completely innocent, right? Besides, she was sure that this man was taken and she also wasn’t going to flirt with somebody in their place of business – unfair power dynamics and all that.

Xóchitl made a face. “Now is the part where I tell you that I don’t know much about different types of honey.” She fidgeted – uncharacteristically for herself – and shrugged. “I’m good to try anything, so long as you don’t happen to have something like honeydew honey. That, I’d be allergic to.”

Vishal glanced away as she spoke, his attention drawn toward a familiar cat crossing the street in a hurry to come sit on the window sill, by the vegetable stall. He wasn’t much of a cat person, which probably explained why the cat sometimes graced him with his presence.

But he was not here to discuss the agenda of cats regarding people who didn’t care for them. The warden’s expression warmed up and he reached out to get four jars of honey from his side of the stall, sitting them on top of the others. He didn’t leave them out for people to grab from. They had stopped doing that a while back, when a woman decided to use her own fingers to scoop out honey. The story was a lot more entertaining when it was told by Devi, who unlike him, hadn’t just stood there. Even now, the thought could have given him that same bewildered, disgusted look as he recalled watching her lick them clean before going for the second jar with her slimy fingers. “You can use the spoons in the jar over there. They’re single use, obviously,” he didn’t particularly enjoy the feel of bamboo, but plastic wasn’t precisely beekeeper-approved.

With a slight laugh, he leaned his weight onto his forearms. “I wouldn’t be a great help if people were knowledgeable about honey, would I?” His smile remained as he added : “There are over 300 hundred different types of honey, for the record. Even I don’t know everything there is to know about them,” with a sheepish grimace, he pointed to the first jar. “So, a classic here: Clover honey. It’s a staple. Mild in taste, goes with everything.” The wildflower had more character but buckwheat honey took the crown in that category if you asked him.

“O-bee-viously.” Xóchitl winced at her half-baked pun. “I’m not stupid or in favor of sharing germs.” Which probably sounded too harsh, but from what she could gather from the man behind the honey stall, he’d agree with her whole-heartedly. Again, she had no superior powers to tell what other people were thinking (and she wasn’t sure how she even felt about the idea of such things). Though that would’ve made her job a hundred times easier, if she could read people’s minds. Though as someone who liked to consider herself a fairly skilled liar, she also liked to think that she could figure out when other people were lying. At least sometimes.

She shrugged. “You could still be helpful, but yes, the lack of knowledge about honey does do wonders to increase your helpful additions to the world.” Great, now she sounded like some stupid Hallmark card. “Three hundred?” Xóchitl supposed she shouldn’t have been all that surprised, but if she’d had to hazard a guess, she would’ve guessed maybe a hundred sorts, but nowhere near three hundred.

“Is clover the sort that you find at grocery stores?” Were there multiple types of honey regularly found at grocery stores? “Just since it’s a neutral flavor, that would make sense. Or, speaking as a not-honey expert, it makes sense to me.” The man was surprisingly easy to talk to. She very much doubted it would have been this easy if he were a vendor of rocks or other heavy objects. Xóchitl took a small spoonful of the clover honey. “That is oddly comforting,” she tossed her spoon in the ‘used spoons’ bucket and grabbed another one. “Okay, I have to ask, because I’m adventurous,” and that much she could say without a bit of a wink, “what’s the oddest flavor of honey you have?”

His eyes glancing to the side in faux judgment, the hunter attempted concealing his amusement by curling his fingers against his mouth but he had never been a skilled actor, and his mask fell off as he raised his hand to scratch at his forehead. “I’m not sure whether that pun is going to get you a 20% reduction or raise yet.” He cleared his throat, as though regretting being so impetuous, “should you purchase anything, o-bee-viously.” Oh God damn it.

“And now you’re just trying to get that discount,” he concluded. Because no one had ever referred to him and his knowledge as helpful additions to the world, which was a shame, at least when it came to hunting. He had seen what happened when you trusted monsters, and he knew better. Unfortunately, it seemed he was the odd one out, after years and years of using these creatures’ abilities instead of being a proper hunter. “I know, but when you think about it, between trees and flowers, it’s no wonder you can achieve such variety.” Replying with a nod, Vishal completed her correct guess. “That’s very accessible, yeah. The main difference is that they usually use a mix of different clover honeys coming from about 4 different states, if not countries, and that kind of goes against my personal belief which is that honey should not generate pollution.” He understood that not everyone knew that, or that some people didn’t really have time to check the label. He didn’t judge those who didn’t shop local. It was more convenient, and life had become so labor focused that people didn’t get proper time to do their shopping and cooking anymore. “The oddest we have…” He rubbed at his chin briefly. Oddest was quite the open adjective, and he wondered if she meant in taste or in choice of plant. “We have buckthorn honey. It’s quite subtle. Very fragrant. I like it very much.”

“Yeah, ha!” Xóchitl grinned at him. “You liked that pun, don’t lie.” Which was something of an accomplishment, considering she wasn’t too sure how great she was when it came to puns, usually. Humor wasn’t something that she considered to be her strongest talent.

A shrug, “maybe I am trying to get the discount, but hey. You’re the one who liked my possibly terrible pun.” There it was, another smile, and it felt weird how easy it was to talk with this stranger. But maybe it wasn’t a bad weird, because good weirds absolutely existed in the world and Xóchitl figured that she was beyond being overdue for some to happen to her.

“You make a good point – there’s so many types of trees and of flowers in the world, and people do find all sorts of ways to be creative, so I suppose it really isn’t too surprising that you’d wind up with hundreds of sorts of honey. I know there’s some back from México that are specialized based on what region of the country they come from.”

She was winning in terms of using logic to figure things out, today, which was very fun. “Yes, given that honey can be found locally, I don’t get why you’d wanna cause extra pollution, but people can be very stupid and also like, capitalism or whatever drives bad shit.” She listened as he continued to explain the different honeys. “Well, if it’s odd and you like it, then I think I have to try it.” Xóchitl held out her new, clean spoon to the man. “Let me try it.”

Then, she added, “I’m Xóchitl, by the way. Realized how unprofessional I was in not even telling you my name.” She faked a pout, “shame on me and all that.”

“I tolerated that pun,” he corrected her. As far as bee puns were concerned, it was far from the best he had ever heard, but he was not going to tell her that. It was perhaps best to be comically dry on the unimportant matter, and better yet to admit that he enjoyed terrible jokes very much.

“Exactly. You won’t always find all the sorts of honey you want in one place, but it’s always best to shop these things local,” Vishal couldn’t do much but agree. People ever so rarely tried to contradict that logic. Of course, he couldn’t count how many customers he had showing up at his farm in a very large pick up to tell him they shopped only local and organic food. But even they didn’t question the logic behind his point.

He pressed his lips into a thin line. It was her second time calling people stupid, and while he agreed with her (after all, people still voted Republican in the 21st century), he had never seen someone so gleefully insult people the way she did. Since he could tell that being fae was not what stopped her from being less candid, Vishal decided that he found her honesty refreshing, for now. “Very well, but it’s perfectly fine if you don’t like it. I won’t get my feelings in a knot and cry.” Or maybe he would. His serious air didn’t leave much room for knowing the right or the wrong in his statement.

He reached for a fresh jar of honey on the side. It was a smaller pile, not one meant for wide distribution, but, as you guessed it, since it was his favorite, he stubbornly put it on the market each Saturday.

Handing out the spoonful back to her, his eyebrows furrowed as she discussed professionalism. "Xóchitl? That's a lovely name. I'm Vishal. It's nice to meet you, as unprofessional and unknowledgeable as you are regarding my craft.”

“Well, still. You tolerated it. Which I’ll take as a win, thank you very much.” Xóchitl wasn’t about to start questioning things too much. She needed time to just be. To not stress about everything that was going on in her life and how much she regretted ever going to Ireland. It had started with good intentions, but for someone who she’d thought was a good friend, someone she could even confide in, who turned out to be far more cruel than she could’ve figured was even possible.

But right now wasn’t the time to think about Siobhan. It was impossible to think that she’d never think about the other woman again, but the more she could avoid it, the better things were. Even though avoiding complex feelings was something that she constantly told her clients to not do. But she was the expert, and she could tell them to do whatever she wanted even if she didn’t follow through with the recommendations on her end. Her first therapist had told her to stop hyper-focusing on blonde dolls that reminded her of her dead best friend. Which was a heck of a lot to recommend coming from a fifty-year-old white lady with a terrible dye job. Dyed blonde, of course.

“I’m a fairly honest person,” at least when she chose to be, “so you’ll know all my thoughts.” She smirked, “about the honey at least.” She took the spoon from him and placed it in her mouth, savoring all the many flavors in it. He wasn’t wrong – it wasn’t something expected, but it was good. “Yeah, I see why it’s a favorite. How much for a jar?”

Xóchitl offered him a small, softer smile as he complimented her name. “As it would happen, the name comes from a flower in Southern México, so maybe that’s why I was so drawn to this stall.” She quickly flipped her lips into a fake pout. “Yes, well, maybe you’ll have to get drinks with me sometime so I can learn more. I’m a very good student, for what it’s worth.”

“I’ve noticed that much,” lips pressed into a thin line, Vishal offered an apologetic glance as if asking for forgiveness, and closed the jar while she had a taste of his favorite. She wasn’t making faces, which he took as a good sign. Like he said before, he wouldn’t have been upset if she hadn’t liked it. It was a hit or miss sort of thing. “Let me check,” he was dramatically terrible with numbers, especially when they changed every damn year. The sign above the stall read one jar for $8, two jars for $14, and three jars for $20. “As you can see, buying three jars makes you save a whopping 3 dollars which is a real steal,” absolutely not. Even he and his bad math skills could figure it out.

He glanced down. It wasn’t particularly in his habit to give compliments, as made obvious with his use of sarcasm to soften out any kindness he occasionally spouted out. "Heh, maybe that's why I naturally like your name then. Bit of a flower supporter here." Her next words however managed to make him feel at ease, and he crinkled his nose at the offer. He very much doubted that the woman wanted a lecture on honey, but what good would declining her request do to him? Vishal had not exactly been the most social since his sister had passed and he was rather relieved at the idea of doing something outside of work and hunting. “Maybe? Sure. Why not. No bee puns though. That’s a deal breaker.”

“I’ll do three then, because why not?” Xóchtil shrugged, “supporting local and all that kind of thing.” She figured it didn’t hurt to keep going back to local – since Vishal seemed to practically worship the idea of local, and she could see the appeal in all of that. “Though then I guess I won’t have to come by here as often…” she paused, “though I suppose there’s other types of honey for me to come by and try.”

“I might’ve figured out that you’re a fan of flowers. I’ll go ahead and assume this means you’re a supporter of me too, then, just by default.” Another wink, and she knew she probably should chill out with that, but it was fun, and she was allowed to have fun, wasn’t she? She handed over a twenty to Vishal. “Good, and yeah, yeah, no bee puns. I don’t normally pun in general, you’re just special.” Xóchitl tapped her fingers on the stall’s table. “We’ll have to make a time to do that, then.”

"You don't have-" Vishal cleared his throat. See, this was why he shouldn't have been the one handling the stall. That, and he was turning as red as a crimean tomato the more she spoke. If he usually was oblivious to compliments and flirtation (which he had no doubt had driven people's patience thin), she was not precisely subtle about this. Needless to say he was happy to squat down to get his hand on a paper bag which had the name, address and phone number of the farm written on it. That was perfectly normal, but right in this moment, it made him feel like he was going to be sick.

"I guess we're just going to support one another then," the warden finally replied. It was the cleverest thing he could think of then, as he emerged with her purchase neatly wrapped into brown paper and packed inside the paper bag. "O-bee-viously.” He tilted his head, clearing his throat to push further away his embarrassment. “Sure. I… huh. Well you can find me here next week I suppose, if you’ve decided on a moment for that.” His eyes drawn this time not by a cat, but a larger figure approaching, he offered the arriving customer a courteous acknowledging smile. “It was nice meeting you Xóchitl,” with a slight nod of the head, he bid her goodbye and greeted the tall man with the wicker basket. “Mr Wilson, how are we doing today?”

#wickedswriting #vanishingreyes #meetings with vishal #sibling death tw

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chronicwhorebatman · 2 years ago

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What are your headcanons for Poison Ivy?

i adore rogues asks and would kill for you in a heartbeat

okay so first of all if she’s not green i don’t fucking want her <3 or like part plant in some way? i’ll forgive a skin colour if part of her body is an actual plant

(i think she should be full of chlorophyll and sunbathing)

she’s one of exactly four redheads in gotham! (also including babs kate and eddie) she cannot do undercover ever but that’s fine with her. she’s got red hair, green skin, and seething rage. she doesn’t need undercover she needs to cover the world in plants until every human being and all technology dies. sometimes she’ll settle for some buildings though it depends on her mood.

she absolutely personally tailors her clothes as plants but they’re actually just growing out of her. yes she looks like she’s wearing a dress in the shape of a pitcher plant but that’s actually more her. come closer. come closer. slide your hand down her dress. she’s daring you. it definitely won’t dissolve your hand in any way shape or form. and even if it did, obviously it’s your fault for shoving your hand down her dress. don’t worry about it. you didn’t really need that hand anyway.

her palms + the underside of her arms are, like, poison ivy. same effect. just that though (because i like harlivy and i’d like them to hug).

it’s either her lips are poisonous or the layer of poison she applied to them are poisonous. who’s to say? it depends on her mood and what day it is and what the weather is and

her ultimate goal is to overrun the entire world with plants and everyone dies, the end. however she can be reasoned with. however if you kill a plant that’s it you’re fucking dead.

ivy enacts a clever tactic of lacing her direct murderous raged w murder/mind control via seduction so people are less worried about her. this worked for about five years before people figured out what she was doing. she still uses the seduction technique sometimes (the lust pollen generally helps) because mind control is useful, and it’s funny to watch someone passionately kiss her then die of poison.

MOST OF THE TIME THOUGH she’s like some deranged plant monster because that’s who she feels she is a lot. losing limbs to vine shaped things. body indistinguishable from whatever plant shaped dress she’s wearing. the whole area is thickly coated in plants at all times and all of the are deadly and alive. her eyes are glowing a little bit. she is wrath. fuck batman, SHE is vengeance. she is the death of every plant turned on people. she’ll pull a vine attached to each limb until it rips you apart. there is no escape.

this is getting long so!! more under the cut!!! gets more into methods + personality + relationships down there

sometimes when she’s looking for distractions she pours out cuddle or sex pollen. it makes a VERY efficient distraction but also sometimes she does it because the mob planted a whole bunch of trees to ask her to do so/because she owes another rogue a favour/she wants them to owe her one/she wants to and it’s funny

she speaks well enunciated and kind of snobbish sometimes? she looks down on everyone because they’re, like, people, and she’s the enlightened plant. you know how it is. this later changes w harley and harley ONLY

SPEAKING OF HARLEY. ivy cooperates w batman sometimes because he has the power to make WE do what he wants (she’s pretty sure he’s fucking bruce wayne or that lucius fox is helping him) and makes treaties. on his end they last until he can find a better deal, on her end they last until she perceives part of it has been broken or she goes back to arkham. (i know i said speaking of harley but BEAR WITH ME.) this generally prevents some ecoterrorism and saves batman the embarrassment of having to call up someone to fuck when she inevitably hits him with sex pollen. it also saves him from terrifying robin when he gets hit with cuddle pollen and, like, tackles him to the ground. (side note, i adore cuddle pollen being used in a genuinely terrifying way). later on when batman has like seventy kids she’s less of a villain but she’s not redeemed and neither is harley!! they’re still villains but they’ll team up w the bats sometimes. they’re also opportunists! (i got to the harley part)

as i’ve mentioned above i believe harilvy happens but THIS POST IS NOT ABOUT THAT. this is abt IVY and IVY ALONE.

ivy absolutely fucking despises the joker and yeah it’s partly the harley thing but also HIS FUCKING CHEMICALS EAT THROUGH BIOLOGICAL MATTER, INCLUDING PLANTS. they’re in a war about it. harley’s hyenas (brucie, pam, puds) all like the joker differently and pam fucking hates him, much like her namesake <3 joker inevitably tries to bribe her into not killing him because he’s in the middle of his latest ‘get batman to fuck me’ plan so they’re kind of frenemies. you know how it is.

she is every plant in gotham. it would be every plant everywhere but she keeps getting thrown in jail and it’s slowing her down a bit :/

like, someone could kick a tree and the tree is fucking alive even when she’s in goddamn jail and will hit you back. a child picks a flower and the flower fucking bites them.

that said it also has a flip side! looking after/planting plants means that maybe when you’re about to trip over a tree root it’ll move out of your way. the plants can thank you.

here’s a scenario i just made up w/ ivy and the justice league where she’s gone full plant. idk the context. imagine it yourself

“Hey, B, I can’t tell the difference between plant and woman.”

“You’ll be surprised how little it matters.”

sometimes she’s nice to batman and his shark repellent will work on her plants. sometimes it won’t! this is when she’s mad at him. she gets mad abt things he struggles to predict because sometimes he’ll have stepped wrong on a blade of grass and she’ll be mad at him on a drop of a hat and sometimes he’ll like. rip her whole arm off because he couldn’t tell what was vine and what was arm and she’ll be like “if you’re taking me back to arkham you better plant a tree. no. fifty trees.”

she blames batman for a lot of joker’s plant related crimes for not stopping him. he hasn’t complained yet tbh and the joker gets really whiny when she’s mad at him. he’s like a sad wet cat if that cat was a clown.

(the shark repellent thing is because it doesn’t damage the plants, because her plants are not sharks. it just feels slimy and the texture is enough to make the plants withdraw.)

she’s sometimes, like, will just fling robin around a bit or dangle him upside down. she might also play cards with him or whatever. other times she’ll hit him with cuddle pollen. she has yet to hit him w lust/sex pollen but that’s because when batman notices her using a lot of it he brings out robin’s fabricated flower allergy to bench him. when she’s in a “throw sex pollen at my problems” mood he’s not certain how far she’ll go.

ivy will use a gun sometimes if there are no plants around because she’s not completely incapable on her own. idk why someone would’ve thought that, might be the ecoterrorism and plant theme, but who’s to say?

#poison ivy #pamela isley #dc #dcu #gotham rogues #trixie’s poison ivy hcs #trixie’s character headcanons #trixie’s rogue hcs #trixie’s headcanons

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WTW GHOST GALA ; days 1-8

a review of all this week's prompts!

day 1; pumpkin carving ↳ You have to kill off a character; who do you choose?

Without getting into spoilers, certain characters die within Burning of the Apiary. Seems unfair to use them to answer this prompt, and not just because they’re spoilers, but because it just feels too easy. I already accounted for the impact of their deaths in the plot so…

That being said, if I had to make another character die or swap one death out for the other, it would be Camila. Out of all the side characters, she represents life the most. She is fun-loving, and generally optimistic, which would make her death all that more bleak. That and, out of all the characters, she is least invested in the actual plot and mystery, happy enough to keep out of the whole issue. It certainly would affect Dolores a lot, since she is doing her best throughout Burning of the Apiary to keep the rest of the convent school safe from whatever is slowly poisoning their minds and relationships.

day 2; raven ↳ Create a tagline for your WIP.

Love the sinner.

I couldn’t think of a tagline at first, but then I remembered the whole Christian saying of “love the sinner, hate the sin” or whatever it is. I grew up Catholic, though this was never explicitly said; just implied. And it made me reflect on some personal things where that sort of ideology was present and the disastrous effects it had years down the line, especially when it comes to love in all forms. I thought it would be fitting for Burning of the Apiary because, ultimately, it’s about love and its destructive nature when tied to ideologies like that. In world, the religion might not be Catholicism, but it’s still highly dogmatic and devotion based.

day 3; crystal ball ↳ Outline a scene, act, or your entire WIP.

Set up my new outline document and started filling it in. Enjoy this preview of what I’m calling the sections so I know what goes where. Will I actually have a 5-act structure? Probably not. But it helps get my thoughts in order before I fix it up.

Act 1: The Arrival Act 2: The Meeting Act 3: The Initiation Act 4: The Kiss Act 5: The Sacrifice

day 4; fallen leaves ↳ Create a playlist for your WIP.

A few select songs from the Burning of the Apiary playlist:

in the beginning, fahrenhaidt & alice merton ; bee dance, agnes obel ; the disappearance of the girl, phildel ; if the world falls to pieces, young summer ; destroyer, of monsters and men

day 5; jack o' lantern ↳ Share an interesting fact you found while doing research for your WIP.

While researching bees, I found out that there is a type of moth that acts as a predator/invasive species to bees. The wax moth, both lesser and greater, eats beeswax, pollen, remains of larval bees, and more. However, the most interesting fact is that they often only target hives that are already diseased or declining. They’re a great indicator of underlying problems in a bee colony.

I thought this was cool and they may or may not make an appearance in Burning of the Apiary.

day 6; vampire ↳ Tell us where you find your motivation and inspiration.

I find most of my inspiration from other types of media I consume, including movies, tv shows, and, of course, books. Even photos and the rare hike I take give me inspiration. I think part of being a creative person is finding inspiration anywhere and everywhere, and that’s very true with me.

Burning of the Apiary is one of those WIPs I’ve had on the backburner for a while, and I’ve tried writing it several times. The original inspiration was a mix of a few dreams I had written down and Coraline. Since then, it’s evolved to pull more inspiration from the classic gothic novels I read (and loved) in high school college, most notably Villette and Jane Eyre, along with Guillermo del Toro’s Pan’s Labyrinth and Crimson Peak, mixed with whatever I find cool and want to throw in there.

day 7; skeleton ↳ Have a favorite plot structure? If not, share how you plot!

My way of plotting is sort of throwing things and seeing what sticks. I tend to get ideas very piecemeal and random –– a scene or piece of dialogue or character. This can make it difficult to plot sometimes, which is why my outlines tend to be written, rewritten, and then usually tweaked even during the writing process.

I’ve tried several plot structures, like the 3-Act, 7-Act, and Save the Cat method. None of them quite worked out for me, but I took pieces here and there to figure out a general plot, or at least plan major beats and fill in everything in between. Knowing the genre is always the most important for me, though, since certain plot points are “standard” for genres (and for good reason). Plus, the better I know the genre, the easier it is to choose what rules actually apply to my WIPs. For Burning of the Apiary, I definitely researched and read a lot of horror and mystery novels to familiarize myself with genre-plot conventions and beats (and also found some new favorites). It’s been fun and I’ll be using that to figure things out!

day 8; trick or treat ↳ Set some writing goals and milestones for your WIP.

the overall goal for Burning of the Apiary is about 80-90k, so I am trying to get at least half of that done during NaNoWriMo. we'll see.

#wtwcommunity #wtwevent #w: burning of the apiary #writing.

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dmc-tings · 4 years ago

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The four Lord's accidentally hurting their s/o during an argument

Alcina Dimitrescu

She was BEYOND PISSED

You had gone to hangout with her brutish brother, Heisenberg

Again

Without her knowing

She didn't mind, as long as you told her

But it seemed like you made it a POINT to leave without doing so

"Alcina, I'm a grown (man/woman/person) I can go as I please!"

"Oh forgive me for treating you like a child! As your behavior has shown me!"

She stood tall and stiff, arguing with you

And you stood (as tall as you could), glaring at her with defiance

Alcina was sheathing and unsheathing her long claws behind her back

Trying not to slice her beloved's head off

But when you got like this, it was rather difficult

You threw your hands up, in anger

"This is the shit, Heisenberg, is talking about!! You use your height to talk down on everyone!! And it-"

She swung her hand to shut you up

And.... well it did shut you up

Her claws had been out

Slicing your midsection open, effectively gutting you

Before you could hit the ground, the Draculina caught you

And rushed you to her chambers, where the maids started to care for you

She never left your side, holding your hand

Once cleaned, sewn up and bandaged, the chambermaids left your both alone

There she sat for days, for her it felt like months, years... and eternity even

You finally woke up and looked at her

For the first time in almost a century, Alcina let herself be human

Large, fat tears where streaming down her face

Though she made no sound and you couldn't see her eyes

You knew by how hard she tightened her grip on your hand

That she was relieved and desperately sorry

"Im sorry too, you know... I should be more careful about your feelings. And-"

She cut you off

This time with her lips, forgiving you with no words

Angie and Donna Beneviento

On very, very, very rare occasions would you and Donna argue

And this was such a time

You had wanted to go into the village

But Donna, insisted you stay home, just for a bit

This, for whatever reason, pissed you off

"Your so goddamned controlling, Donna! Is it a big fucking problem for me to want to be alone, just for a few hours!?"

She never would say anything back, she didn't have to

The pollen would do it for her

Through narrowed eyes, she made you see the worst

Your angry ranting stopped

You saw your family's deaths replaying

Right. In. Front. Of. You.

Your mother crashing in to a dark river, your brother slashing his arms, bleeding out, and your father going mad, setting the family home on fire, letting himself burn alive

You knew none of this was true, but.... it felt so real...

You fell to your knees, weeping, but making no noise

Letting the tears fall, you sat back pulling your knees to your chest

Donna and Angie both knew it was going a bit too far

"Great!! Now (he/she/they're) broken!" Angie fussed

Donna made the illusion dissappear, feeling bad about what she had done

You were curled up, holding yourself

Angie, was already at your side, uncharacteristically, trying to soothe you

Donna kneeled on front of you, wiping your tears

You all sat like this for hours

Finally, you calmed down

"Donna-"

She shushed you, pulling you into her arms

You hugged her and Angie

This is how you all forgave one another

And it always worked

Salvatore Moreau

He never liked it when you got like this...

You could be come so rageful

And it scared and confused him

All he asked was "Darling? Will you help me decide which experiment to send to Mother?"

And you exploded, throwing things and yelling at him

"EVERYTHING YOU DO IS FOR MIRANDA!! WHAT ABOUT ME!? IM TIRED OF THIS SHIT!!"

This continued, until you threw a knife in his direction

It just barely missed hitting him

This caused him to explode as well

Like Donna, he rarely argues but that was the last straw

You stopped your rampage to watch his

He finally turned into his MASSIVE other form

And rushed off

You realized that you were to blame for this

So you followed him to the Reservoir

Watching him let out his anger out in the water and surrounding area

Him, not knowing you followed, bashed into some of the rocks

Causing them to fall, on top of you

Luckily, you jumped far enough away, not to get completely covered

You screamed as your leg got caught in the rockfall

Moreau hear it, transformed back and rushed to you

Uncovering the rocks, and pulled you to him

Quickly he made a tourniquet and gently pulled you to safety

"Im sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were there, my Precious..."

He continued to whimper apologies to you

You cut him off, "No... im sorry, I shouldn't explode like that..."

You both sat in comfortable silence, knowing that this would happen again

Probaly

Karl Heisenberg

You both were HEATED

You simply asked him to help you out a bit with some chores

To which he exploded

Throwing harsh and colorful words at you

"Ungrateful lazy bitch." Was hastily thrown at you

To which you retaliated with, "Piece of shit garbage."

Not caring about the floating debris, you tried to leave

Which Heisenberg blocked your way, a bit too aggressive

Not bothering to look at what he did

One of the flying slabs of metal sliced open your arm

Almost cutting it off

Though Karl didn't look at you, but your screech made him whirl around

Anger gone, when he saw your blood pouring out on to the floor

He rushed to your side, ripping his shirt into makeshift bandages

As he was wrapping you up, you started to pass out due to bloodloss

For the first time, in the longest time, Heisenberg felt himself panic

"Y/N! Stay with me, please!! Dont-"

You lost consciousness

He stood up and pulled you into his arms and rushed to Dimitrescu Castle

Kicking the large door in, he demanded that Lady D help

She was about to refuse, but saw the tears streaming down his face

And an eyeful of you bleeding out

She quickly snapped at her chambermaid's to help you

A few hours passed, with Heisenberg pacing outside of the room where you were being cared for

When the door opened he pushed past the maid, to your side

You looked at him, wanting to hit him

But softened up seeing this rugged man crying and apologizing for his outburst

You couldn't get him to shut up

And he held your hand like a life line

You petted his head with your other hand

Once he calmed down, you started to laugh

Karl looked at you like you lost your mind

"What the FUCK are you laughing at!? I almost took your gotdamn arm off!! I-"

"I... i..." You wheezed, " I forgot why we were arguing."

Karl looked up thoughtfully, "Damn. So did i."

He leaned forward and gave you a kiss

"Still... im sorry."

#resident evil 8 #karl heisenberg #resident evil village #salvatore moreau #donna beneviento #lady dimitrescu #resident evil #angie and donna #angie beneviento #@yeetusdeefetus #angie and donna beneviento x reader #karl heisenberg x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #salvatore moreau x reader

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emerald-evans · 2 years ago

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You like working for the Barbers—their house is huge, kind of a pain to clean, but the work is steady, and for the most part, you haven’t had any issues. On the days Jacob comes home early, he’s more than happy to let you in to do a quick once over, and by the time Laurie and Andy have arrived, you’ve usually got dinner started, if not completely finished. You’re not blind—of course Andy is handsome, but you know better than to try anything, especially with your job on the line. It doesn’t stop your cheeks from heating when he brings home an extra Valentine’s bouquet for you, or stop you from noticing when he puts an extra twenty or two in your week’s pay…

😈

ma chère lis 🕊

pairing - dark!andy barber x reader

summary - lilies often symbolize purity and the rebirth of the soul…however, they are also commonly associated with death

w/c - 1.5k

warnings - 18+, implied death, dubcon, noncon (just to be safe), implied sex pollen, smut, age gap (reader is in her 20s), forced captivity/basement wife vibes

a/n - hello all, this is my embarrassingly late piece written for the lovely @boxofbonesfic 7k Monkey’s Paw challenge celebration! everyone go check out her binge-worthy masterlist and send her love. I stupidly got the dates mixed up but I still hope you enjoy <3 (let’s please remember this is my first dark fic LOL) and a huge thank you to @dbnightingale24 who held my hand through this process

Please comment/reblog if you enjoyed <3

December

Stirring the pot once more just to be sure, you inhale the smell of garlic and parmesan coming from below you. Your salmon was simply the Barbers favourite- a touch of nutmeg and fresh dill was your secret. After months of working as the weekly house cleaner, the Barber house had become your second home. You initially started working twice a week as you were juggling your second job on the weekend, just so Laurie can be given a slight break throughout the week. The strain of a full-time job raising an 11-year old and pretending to be in a loving marriage was getting to her. You have been there long enough to see how they would hide the denial of their failing marriage through soft touches and the emotionless state of their eyes on each other. As the holidays rolled around you found yourself at their house almost 4-days a week for a few hours each night. Eventually, you had enough hours to quit your second job and focus on school.

February

A new semester brought a new qualm of peace in the house. The holidays were over, and so were your exams. Jacob had let you in today, it seemed Andy and Laurie were still at work. After a quick once over all the rooms, you decided to start prepping for dinner; Settling on a hearty chicken and vegetable soup, you began to cut the ingredients as you heard Jacob enjoying his playstation.

Your friends found it a bit odd, your dynamic with the Barbers. They weren’t wrong, just unnerved by how quickly you seemed to settle into their lifestyle. They did not seem to mind your presence and encouraged your stay for dinners. What can you say, you enjoyed it. Pretending to play the part of a loved one.

Who else did you have?

Shaking those thoughts out of your head, you tossed everything into the pot.

By 6pm, both Andy and Laurie made their way to the dining table Jacob was helping set. He always listened to you, seeing you as a friend more than… well… whatever your role in the Barber family seemed to be. You noticed Andy’s eyes on you tonight. Typically he seemed to trace your every move when you two were alone, or when Laurie was too preoccupied to notice her husband’s persistent stare on your body. You pretend not to notice it, but in the back of your mind you knew it was because you never wanted him to stop. He was partially to blame, you reasoned.

The vase of lilies sitting on your kitchen counter itched the back of your mind.You remember the day when Andy came home with two bouquets of flowers. Valentine’s Day. One bouquet of roses, and your bouquet of lilies.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The sound of the timer you set earlier pulled you out of your thoughts, reminding you to take out the bite-size sandwiches you prepared along with the soup. Glancing at the table, Laurie was flipping through her magazine. Bringing the final plate to the table, you sat beside Jacob, across from Andy. The four of you ate in quiet as you avoided Andy’s gaze that seemed to flicker between you and Jacob, before inevitably settling on you.

April

With a quick knock to the wood you waited for Jacob to open the door. It was half past 4pm and you were officially an hour late for your duty at the Barbers’. Your car decided to toy with your fate on the one day both your bosses come home later in the evening. Waiting for an answer, you knock again. After no response you start digging through your bag to find the spare key they had given you. After making quick work of the lock and head inside.

“Jacob!” you call out. “Are you home?”. Walking into the kitchen you put your bag on the counter. You take out your phone to call him before-

“You’re late.”

Jumping at the sudden voice, you turn to see Andy lounging on the couch, nursing his usual tumblr of whiskey.

What is he doing here in the middle of the day?

“Mr. Barber, I-” Andy slowly stands and lowers his drink to the coffee table before turning to take his first look at you.

“Come take a seat. We have some things to discuss.” his response seemingly unbothered by your lack of punctuality. “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. Plus, I know it won’t happen again .”

“Mr. Barber, I am so sorry about being late, this is the first time it happened, I promise it won’t happen again.” You rush out before you can stop yourself. He looks at you for a moment. “Would you like a drink?” He questions you.

“Oh.. I really shouldn’t. I need to get started on the cleaning, I know Laurie likes everything tidied early before the weekend.”

“Don’t you worry about Laurie now, and you can take it downstairs with you.” He walks over to the beverage cart parked at the side of the family room. You stand there silently gawking at his back as you watch his muscles move beneath his shirt. Missing the smirk in the reflection of the window in front of him. Gotcha.

Andy keeps his eyes on you as he walks over to where you’re frozen in your spot. Handing you the drink, his fingers just barely brush against yours. Looking up at him to offer a thanks, you find yourself lost in his blue eyes. Unable to break eye-contact, you take a couple sips to ease his mind. Wincing at the burn, you clear your throat before making your way to the basement entrance.

Turning over your shoulder to take a final look at him, your head swarm from the movement. Suddenly appearing beside you, he grabs the drink from your sweaty hand and wraps his arms around you to keep you upright. “Careful there honey, can’t have you making a mess already.”

You feel the skull-splitting ache making its way across your temples, making it hard to adjust to the light. Slowly your eyes started to flutter.

“What…?” You groan out. At first you try to open your eyes slowly, lifting your hand to shield the light away, only to feel your movement restrained by the cool metal digging into the flesh of your wrists. You jolt awake.

“You should really take it easy right now, honey.” You shriek coarsely as Andy’s figure comes into sight. The stale taste of your drink fills your senses, the dryness making it hard to swallow to soothe your aching throat. He takes a step closer to come sit beside you on the modest queen-sized mattress. “The effects should start soon enough”. He continues casually.

“Mr. Barber why-“ You try to start, before you look down when you feel a tug on the tight string of the unfamiliar silk robe adorning your body. His hands remain at your waist, feeling the silk against your frame, his eyes trained on your body. You try not to squirm as you relish in the feeling of his warm palm resting against you.

Why does it feel so good?

“I think we have passed that point, no? It’s Andy to you, honey. A good little wife calls her husband by name, silly girl.” Chuckling as you gawk at him while he continues.

His wife?

“Oh, don’t look so surprised, you know you had a hand in this. Staying over for hours cleaning and cooking for us. Is this why you quit your other job too?”

“I like to stay for Jacob” You muster out. It was pathetic really, how hot you were getting.

What was in that fucking drink?

“I’m the fool for not realizing how good you are for Jacob. For me.”

Looking past his large frame, you try to focus on the surrounding area. The concrete staircase at the far left entrance, a small table with a couple of chairs, a modest window near the ceiling that overlooked parts of the backyard, and a nightstand beside your bed.

“HEY!” Andy’s voice boomed. His eyes softened at your startled expression, before gently cupping your face. “You won’t be down here long, honey. We just need to let the first cycle pass. Okay?”.

Huh?

The fire burning inside your belly only grows as your body shuts out his voice, and the only thing you feel is his fingers down your dewy neck, uncaring of how little the robe covered your modesty. He continues his trail before roughly cupping your now exposed breasts and greedily sucks at your nipple. A broken moan leaves your lips as his other hand pinches the other.

“We are going to live happily ever after, Honey. I promise.” He bends down to whisper in your ear. Your head turns to look through the window again, finally met with the sight of the garden and its freshly planted lilies. “Whether you want it or not”.

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#dark!andy barber x reader #andy barber x reader #lyra's works

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lily-drake · 3 years ago

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Are you going to adda part two to Bargain?? I wont pressure u into it but If u want to can you pleasee do a part two??

Fulfilled

Time was an ever present, never ending, unhaulting force that was always neutral. It was never time’s fault for when things were good and bad, for it always went on for everyone. It didn’t do favors for good or bad people, it didn’t do redos, it always went forward. So time passed, time passed and things were different because change and time work together.

“Hey Marinette, how are you feeling today?”

Tim asked gently as he sat next to the girl on her chaise. Marinette looked up from her embroidery work and smiled at him, carefully taking his hand into her own.

“Better now that you're here.”

She said brightly. It had been 1 month since he had shown up, two weeks since there was a new Cat Miraculous holder, and it was no coincidence to Marinette. Tikki was the one to make the reveal between the two happen as she flew in front of him and demanded that he simply hold her hand. Apparently being in physical proximity with her balance had helped her, but little bits of physical affection now that he was wearing the ring would help her even more. It reminded Tim of Ivy’s Cuddle Pollen, and that made it easier for him to understand the events that were thrust upon him so quickly.

“Did you go to school today?”

He asked as he rubbed small circles on the back of her hand with his thumb.

“Yea, can’t say I liked it very much. It really took a lot out of me to stay conscious.”

Tim could tell she wasn’t telling him something, that there was more to the story than she was letting on. He wouldn’t push though, they really hadn’t known each other for very long and he didn’t want to intrude.

“Alright, do you feel well enough to go on a walk? From what I’ve been told you need to get some strength back.”

Marinette sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder tiredly,

“Do we have to? I wouldn’t mind just taking a nap.”

Tim chuckled and began to slowly stand up pulling her up with him.

“We need to get you moving again outside of the suit. Tikki said that going outside and being around nature should help your healing process. Besides, it's a warm day. It will be nice.”

Marinette sighed as her legs wobbled under her due to the lack of usage. It had been almost two weeks since she had even moved without the help of Tikki’s magic as Ladybug when Tim had first come. Then after that it took another week of him visiting before she was able to even climb out of bed to move to her chaise without feeling like she was being burned alive from the inside out.

“Alright. Just to the park, once around, then we come back.”

Tim smiled and nodded,

“Yea, we could also sit on a bench when we’re done, and relax under some shade. You’re about as pale as me, and that’s not necessarily a good thing.”

Marinette let out a small giggle as he helped her slowly down the stairs.

Marinette liked Tim, he was a support and a person that she didn’t realize she needed. He was always so kind, patient, and it felt like he really cared for her. He was so unlike other people she was friends with before. When she was friends with Alya and the others they were always pushing her to do things she was uncomfortable with, expecting things from her she just couldn’t give. It was toxic and felt almost suffocating. Tim felt freeing, she knew he would never force her to do anything she didn’t want to, and he would support her with whatever decision she decided to make.

Tim held her hand through the walk, sometimes letting go and taking a few steps ahead of her as he encouraged her to take some steps by herself.

“You did great today!”

He cheered as they sat down on one of the park benches. Marinette gave a small smile breathing in deeply as she tried to catch her breath. Marinette opened her mouth to respond, a high-pitched voice cut through.

“Look who finally decided to show her face.”

A shrill laugh,

“Still pretending to be sick I see.”

Marinette ducked her head as Lila and Alya mocked her, not noticing the confusion and disdain that filled Tim’s face.

“What, nothing to say?”

Lila mocked as she leaned in while placing a hand on her hip.

“It’s not like you’ll listen to or believe anything I say.”

She mumbled to herself, no one else but Tim heard what she said. Tim’s gaze hardened and he knew why Marinette often came back from school tired and defeated. It didn’t look like anyone defended her.

“Excuse me ladies,”

Tim began, as he stood up and walked towards the two. Lila’s eyes seemed to brighten and gleam in a manner Tim had seen far too many times at galas. She thought that she could manipulate him into liking her.

“I’m Miss Marinette’s physiatrist. The pain she is in and facing is not some façade. We have only recently discovered what has been the cause of her ailment and are currently in the process of helping her heal.”

He said in a cool professional manner, trying his best to stay as neutral as possible. Plagg had mentioned side effects of being slightly more protective of Marinette than he would for others. It didn’t help that his vigilante need to protect was also heavily weighed into it.

The girls simply rolled their eyes,

“Wow Marinette. I didn’t realize you were this desperate for attention. You seriously paid some random person to pretend to be your doctor. This is a new low, even for you.”

Marinette could feel some of the aches and pains from earlier return, and though it wasn’t the burning it was before, it felt like she was being stabbed by pins and needles all along her body. Tim opened his mouth to say something but the small hiss of pain Marinette made when she reached up to tug at his hand had him turning around immediately and making sure she was okay.

“It’s okay Tim, let's just head back.”

Tim nodded and slowly helped her stand up, letting her lean on him to support her weight as pain flared through her body. The two girls kept “whispering” to the other, but Tim ignored them in favor of helping Marinette get away from them. There was no doubt in his mind that they were at least partially responsible for Marinette’s condition. Before they even made it into the bakery there was a loud crash from somewhere deeper in the city.

Tim glared at where smoke was rising as they walked towards her room as he grumbled about how villains always had the worst timing and how it just wasn’t fair. Once the trapdoor was closed Marinette quickly called on her transformation letting Tikki take over for the time being. Tim knew the protocol by this point as he promised that he would return tomorrow to pick her up for her actual physical therapy appointment. He promptly left the building to go somewhere else to transform so it wouldn’t be suspicious.

They had made a cover story that the reason that Marinette was in the pain she was in was because she had Rheumatoid Arthritis. To make the healing process seem believable Tim brought her a specific “medication” she would have to take. This medication would be made from the instructions from the Book of the Guardian’s along with some help from Zatanna to make sure it wouldn’t be too much of a magical strain on her already magically overstrained body. Tim visited her often to make sure everything was going well as her “special doctor” (caretaker) that her parents hired full time to make sure that their baby girl would never have to go through that amount of pain ever again.

The fight was over rather quickly, but the destruction caused in the interim was massive. The Akuma had been throwing explosives all over Paris, an upset demolitionist who lost their job, and had been blowing up whatever building or structure was in sight. The amount of energy it took from Marinette to heal everyone and everything took almost everything out of her. She collapsed and fell onto her knees as she gasped for air that seemed nonexistent and unobtainable. Ombre fell in front of her and quickly placed her hands against his chest as he tried to get her to breathe again. He was calm and collected, but as she stared into his bright silver eyes, she knew that he was just as afraid as she was.

“It’s okay Ladybug. You need to breathe, I can’t help you if you don’t breathe first. That’s it, come on. Breathe in 2, 3, 4; hold, 2, 3, 4; and out 2, 3, 4. You’re doing so well, that’s right, can you repeat the pattern for me?”

Marientte did her best to listen to Tim, to follow the pattern he spoke and did himself; but it was so hard. Even though she wasn’t wearing more than the Ladybug Miraculous for this fight the strain she felt was as if she were wearing all of them at once all over again! She could feel gentle hands pick her up, and she knew that if it wasn’t for Tikki’s magic surrounding her she would have screamed from the pain of being moved. She knew that as soon as she called off her transformation she would feel as if she were burning in a bath of lava once again.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you. I’ll drop you off on your balcony then I’ll disappear, call me and I’ll come right over.”

“Alright.”

Ladybug whispered as she leaned into her partner's shoulder. It only took a few moments before they reached her balcony where he quickly set her on her beach chair before hightailing it out before anyone could spot him. Marinette didn’t even need to call for her de-transformation as only a few seconds later it ended by itself causing her to shout out from the intense agony that slammed down against her entire being. Her parents or someone must have heard her as soon enough both of them had raced up to check on her, her mother calling Tim for her as each movement she took caused her to gasp for breath from the sheer intensity of the pain. She could feel the warm tears trail down her face like a waterfall as small sobs escaped. Tim was there in less than 5 minutes.

_________ She wasn’t able to go back to school for another two weeks after that incident, and she was thankful that Tim stayed with her to help her to do it online. Maybe it would be best for her to just finish high school online completely. No drama, no bullies, and it would be easier to escape for Akuma Attacks.

“What are you doing?”

Tim asked one day as he walked into the apartment only to see Marientte baking.

“What are you doing?”

Tim asked as he walked up and placed his head atop her shoulder. Marinette smiled and tilted her head slightly so it rested against his for a second as a small greeting.

“I’m baking two galettes, one for the kwamii and one for you.”

“Why me?”

He asked quietly as he tilted his head, his dark tresses brushing against her bare neck. Marientte smiled mischievously,

“I think it’s time I follow through on our little bargain, and this is one of my favorite desserts.”

Tim stared at her in confusion for a second before his eyes widened and shined brightly with happy realization.

“I forgot about that. There’s just been so much craziness going on.”

Marinette hummed in agreement as she continued to work on the delicacy.

“Does that mean you believe that you’re going to live through this?”

Marinette paused and tilted her head so they made eye contact.

“Yea, I think I will. As long as you stay by me that is.”

She whispered with a small smile. Quickly she leaned down and placed a small kiss to the top of his head before turning back to her work. Tim’s cheeks flushed slightly, a grin spread across his face. Things weren't going to be easy. Both knew that very well. Marinette would always struggle with the magical strain due to how long she was forced to be surrounded by it, Tim would need to go back to Gotham sooner or later, and they were both heroes and both knew the life or death risks that were lurking about every corner. But for now, they enjoyed the peace and calm that surrounded them. Marinette hummed a gentle song while Tim continued to hug her from behind, asking her quiet questions and passing small jokes that only they would understand. Things would never be certain, they never fully be okay, but they were content with the knowledge, the fact that they would never be or have to suffer alone ever again.

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rebeccccccaaa · 4 years ago

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𝔻𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕤

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ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Bucky gets hit with that god awful (but really hot) sex pollen. (this was requested)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Dub-Con/Non-Con as per usual with sex pollens fics (although i try to write them as consensual as possible :T) Smut obvi (18+ minors dni), slight daddy kink, age gap?, public male masturbation; it's brief but still

TW: very brief mention of possible suicide

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇs: hot

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“Where are those daisies we collected from the last mission?” Tony asked you, eyes staying glued to the hologram in front of him.

“I left them on the quinjet. Fury said to wait for transportation until Shield confirms safety. It’s literally in a glass case, but whatever,” you rolled your eyes, making the older man laugh.

“Just protocol, kid,” he snickered.

Meanwhile Bucky sat with Steve eating lunch, chatting it up like old men do.

“So what did you bring back from the last mission? I saw a bunch of agents in hazmat suits,” Steve said sipping his coffee.

“Uh, well Thor said we should bring some plants back for research, but it seems like a bunch of normal lookin’ daisies,” Bucky shrugged.

“Y/n loves daisies,” Steve smirked.

“Ok?”

“And you love Y/n,” Steve teased.

“No I don’t-”

“Hey boys!” you skipped past the kitchen.

“Y/n,” Bucky said standing up with a big goofy smile on his face.

“Where ‘ya going?” Steve asked with a chuckle.

“Quinjet. Fury gave us the go to start doing tests on that plant you brought the other day,” you smiled lightly jogging to the runway.

“Why don't you ask her on a date, Buck,” Steve nudged.

“Come on, she’s way too smart to go out with a dumbass like me,” Bucky joked.

“Seriously.”

“I don’t know. It’s been years since I’ve talked to another woman. It doesn’t come naturally anymore. Wha- what’s even the first I’d say to her?”

“I don’t know, man. I’m on the same boat with you. Just… Tell how nice she looks today when she comes back.”

“Really?” Bucky asked skeptically.

“Yeah, be nice to her.”

“I am nice to her.”

“I mean be extra nice. Flatter her,” Steve told him, “Go wait in the lab until she comes back and tell her she looks pretty today.”

“Isn’t Tony in the lab?” Bucky asked.

“Ha ha, yeah,” Steve teased, patting his back before leaving to his room.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Tony mumbled seeing Bucky waltzing in the room awkwardly.

“Nothing,” he mumbled back.

Tony dropped his hands and stared at Bucky with an unimpressed look on his face. Everyone but you knew about Barnes’ little boy crush on you but he’s never had the balls to say anything. You were close to Tony and seeing as though he doesn’t particularly like Bucky, he didn’t want you hanging around him. But you were an adult so of course you hung out with whoever you wanted.

He was sure you liked him back too which never ceased to make him roll his eyes.

You walked back from the quinjet with the glass container of daisies. You weren’t exactly a plant expert but it was apparent that these daisies were mutated seeing as though the pollen swirled around the flowers gracefully. It was beautiful but then again they might be extremely dangerous considering it was a Hydra experiment.

“Hey Y/n, off to the lab again?” Steve smiled.

“Yup, gotta check these babies out according to Thor; said they might be dangerous if they’re what he thinks they are,” you said, still walking.

“And what’s that?” you just shrugged at his question unsure of the answer yourself.

“Well, Bucky’s waiting for you in the lab,” he slipped in the conversation.

“Really? Why’s-” Crash!

“Oh no,” Tony mumbled, seeing the collision in action.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” you stuttered.

“No, no. I should be sorry. Here let me help,” bucky knelt to the ground grabbed the fallen daisies with his bare hands.

“No! Don’t touch-” Tony shouted practically sprinting towards you two.

The golden pollen swirled in a misty manner engulfing Bucky completely. You stared with furrowed brows confused at the sight before you and what was going on. Bucky’s skin began to burn and his senses were being overloaded. All he could smell in that moment was you; the same scent that he got a whiff of this morning when he hugged you, the perfume and the shampoo that filled his senses when you walked passed him.

Tony pushed you out of the lab roughly throwing you in Steve’s arms who was just as confused.

“FRIDAY,” Tony called out.

“Yes, Mr. Stark,” the familiar voice answered.

“Lock all the doors to the lab and maybe turn on the a/c,” he commanded.

“Of course, Mr. Stark.”

All the glass walls and doors instantly shut and locked, locking Bucky inside. Bucky’s eyes found your and slammed his body against the glass desperately trying to reach you. You too ran up to the glass wall trying to understand what had happened to him. Everything was happening so suddenly.

Your forehead was pressed against the glass as was Bucky’s; both of you staring into each other’s eyes momentarily. In that moment, you could see his eyes turn golden for a quick second before his pupils dilated ridiculously before your eyes.

“Is he going to be ok?” you turned away.

“Y/n! Please!” Bucky’s muffled screams shocked you.

“Uh… where’s Thor?” Tony panicked.

“What the hell is happening?” Nat asked; Sam, Wanda, and Vision trailing behind closely.

“Nat,” you ran to her.

“What happened to Bucky?” Same asked.

“He- I ran- I ran into him by a-accident and the box dropped. There was mist everywhere and Bucky's eyes. His eyes,” you stammered breathlessly.

“Please! I need her!” Bucky hit the glass in an attempt to break it.

“Oh my goodness,” Wanda gasped at the sweaty Bucky hitting and practically going feral.

“Oh god, is he gonna be ok?” you teared up. This is your fault, dammit.

“I can asure he will experience no physical harm,” Thor’s voice made all of you turn around.

“Just physically? What the hell does that mean?” Sam argued.

“Well, uh… I’ve never actually seen it’s effects in person. Especially not on a Midguardian…” his voice trailed off and his eyes grew big.

Nat snapped her head, eyes widening as well. Bucky with absolutely no shame held his hard dick in his hands pumping it with his eyes trained on you. You went to turn around seeing nat’s expression but she covered you eyes before you could actually see the lewd behavior Bucky indulged in.

“What’s happening?” you asked holding onto Nat as she led across the room.

“Nothing, they’re gonna take care of Buck. Don’t worry about it,” she said quickly.

You sat in your room bouncing your leg as the movie on your TV played. Every now and then Bucky would moan and cry particularly loud making all of you wince and cringe. But your mind felt foggy simply thinking about Bucky and his safety; especially that moment when his eyes went from confusion to you don’t even know what. Hunger? Desire? Lust?

Whatever it was, it made your tummy flutter.

“Steve, any news on Bucky?” Steve stood at the doorway with a worrisome face that did nothing to ease your already panicked nerves.

“Well, as far as Thor knows the plant that was mutated with the daisies was pollen extracted from a breeding plant common among other galaxies; for species that can’t… reproduce like we do. The pollen enters the system and targets the nociceptors causing excruciating pain without physical harm. If untreated the victim can reach a traumatic state and truthfully, they will do anything to stop the pain; even kill themselves.”

“What the hell does any of that mean?” Sam grunted.

“It means the tin man is painfully horny,” Tony interrupted.

“Are you fucking serious?” Sam said in disbelief.

“What’s the cure?” Nat said.

“Oxytocin, of course,” Tony said.

“The cuddle hormone,” you whispered.

“Yup. Banner and I are already working on a serum containing artificial oxytocin in hopes to minimize the pain or even better cure him completely. We-”

“I’m afraid it’s going to be a bit more complicated than that,” Thor interrupted Tony.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, see the pollen, it’s a little tricky. The oxyputin-thingy you mentioned…”

“Oxytocin,” Tony clarified but Thor didn’t care too much.

“I don't think artificial love is going to cure the boy. If you want results, he needs to be the one he desires most. That’s where you’ll get your oxy-pudding.”

“Oxy- You know what, we can figure this out without anyone needing to have sex,” Tony groaned.

“Tony, maybe we shouldn’t-” you started.

“Nope, we can do this. We’re science bros,” Tony stormed away like a child.

“Isn’t your lab being ‘occupied’,” Nat called out.

“Shit!”

Hours went by and the oxytocin experiments were clearly a fail. The first dose did nothing. The second also nothing. The third relieved him for only ten seconds before he went back to his painful state. Since then, they haven’t been able to help or relieve Bucky’s circumstance any longer.

You thought about Thor’s words, about how the one he desires most could cure him. A ping of jealousy struck your heart but you knew you to find the woman Bucky loved and just pray that she'd help him. You made your way back to the lad area where Tony and Bruce had their new makeshift set up while the lab was locked down.

“Tony, this is ridiculous. It’s been going on for too long. You heard what Thor said about what happens when it gets too much,” you begged.

“And what do you suggest we do?” Tony said angrily.

“We need to find the woman that Bucky loves so she can help him,” you argued back.

“It's not just some woman, Y/n! He wants you.”

“What?”

“All the bastard’s been doing for the past eight hours has been masterbating while moaning your name. I’m not putting you in that situation,” Tony yelled.

You couldn’t speak. Was he telling you the truth? Did Bucky want you like that? The same way you secretly wanted him? It’s not like you haven't thought about what being with Bucky would be like before. He was perfect; so handsome and charming.

You ran back to your room where the rest of the guys still were practically out of breath; your heart hammering out of your chest and your stomach fluttering like it does whenever you think about Bucky.

“I need to get to Bucky,” you panted out.

“What?”

“Please you guys need to help me. Tony said that Bucky wants me; I mean can you believe. A guy like him wanting me? I’m just… nobody. He’s way too out of my league and-”

“Y/n, focus,” Nat said.

“Right. I- I want to help him. I know I can.”

“Y/n, we don’t know how dangerous this is. I mean, it came from Hydra, this could be weaponized and you could get hurt,” Steve argued.

“Bucky could never hurt me,” you whispered; Nat looked at you softly, understanding the situation better realizing you were probably Bucky’s only chance of a cure.

“You’re not actually considering letting her do this are you?” Steve scolded Nat.

"Are Tony and Bruce making any progress?" she sighed.

"They haven't been to even relieve his pain for longer than ten seconds," you whispered.

"Steve, this is Bucky we're talking about. Hasn't he endure enough torture in his life?" Nat said softly.

That seemed to convince him. Seeing Bucky in so much pain like he had been only years ago was unfair, especially when they technically already knew a cure. Waiting this out was pure evil at this point.

"How do you suppose we go about this?" he asked.

You devised a plan in order to let Bucky from the lab; he'd find his way to you on his own. Wanda stood from afar using her powers to tamper with the equipment. Tony frustratingly would have to run across the compound to the conference rooms to grab new devices in order to continue with his notes and tests.

On his way back, Steve and his convincing and charming ways would stall Tony's return asking him all sorts of questions about Bucky's state. Meanwhile, Thor made up some excuse to lure Banner away just for a minute so Nat and Sam could override the lockdown through Friday and free Bucky.

All the while you sat in your room waiting anxiously for Bucky to barge through the door and have his way with you.

A few minutes went by and no sign of a ruckus you'd assume would accompany the escape plan. You fiddled with the hem of your skirt biting your lip in anticipation. Still no sign after a couple more minutes. Wanting to make sure you still looked alright for Buck, although he'd probably not even acknowledge your appearance, you stood up to walk to your bathroom.

Just as you stood up, Bucky in all his muscle and broad glory slammed the door behind him staring at you with nothing but desperate hunger. Your stomach flipped when you saw him lock the door, pushing a small chair you had just next to it in front of the door under the handle.

He stalked towards practically panting and you took in his appearance. His hair was quite disheveled and sweat lined his forehead and slightly down his neck. Despite that, he still looked so handsome and sexy.

"маленький, all dressed up for me to ruin," he growled crawling up the bed as you crawled back.

"Buck, are you ok? I want to help you," you whispered.

"I'm more than ok now, beautiful," he whispered leaning into you, his nose brushing against yours, chuckling when you visibly trembled.

"Is my красивый маленький ангел gonna let me use her?" he whispered, huskily.

"Bucky, I don't understand what you're saying."

"так драгоценно," he whispered against your lips before pressing himself completely against you.

His hands, contrast between hot and cold, crept under your shirt brushing lightly over your delicate skin. You had somewhat expected Bucky to have no control and use you relentlessly, of which you wouldn't have minded, but this soft ginger foreplay was really making your panties wet.

Bucky slowly lifted the shirt from your body before tossing it to the side and removing his own. His hands cupped your breasts squeezing the soft flesh quite roughly making you sigh and moan at the feeling.

His lips attached themselves to your neck biting and sucking harshly littering your skin with dark purple marks. He nibbled on your ear as he grinding his pelvis against yours, his large erection poking your center making you even more aroused.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you. It smelled just like you," he whispered.

"T- The daisies?"

"I've been craving you, aching for you. Thinking about how good you're gonna feel wrapped around my cock," he panted speeding up his grinding thrusts.

"Buck," you breathed out.

Bucky shuddered over you before stilling for a moment. He couldn't help it, your scent, your warm skin pressed against his, he couldn't hold back anymore coming straight away in his pants.

You brushed his hair softly soothing him from his high. You thought it was over, that he felt better and was finally cured but almost instantly you felt Bucky harden under you, poking between your thighs and you gasped knowing very well it was going to be a long night.

Bucky stood on his knees and pulled your bottoms down your legs nearly ripping the material. He too rid his bottoms throwing them god knows where before climbing back on top of you. You stared adorably up at him and Bucky almost came again. He smiled softly at you before kissing you once more.

Suddenly, loud bangs on your door startled you but not Bucky.

"What the hell are you doing!" Tony screamed.

"Tony, you gotta stop! This is the only way! It's not fair to him to let him keep suffering. He's done enough of that, ok?" Nat shouted.

"She's gonna get hurt," Tony sighed.

"No she won't. This was her idea."

Tony looked back teary eyed. He really cared for you as his own and putting you in a situation like this wasn't fair to you either. He really tried to help but this was just too complicated and too advanced to solve in only a few hours. They were right, Bucky needed you as much as he didn't like that idea too much.

"Fine."

Bucky lined his cock with your entrance wrapping your legs around his waist. Slowly he pushed in pulling moans from you both. You've only had a couple lovers previous to Bucky but neither of them ever filled you so perfectly. Bucky stretched you out like none other and admittedly he wanted to use his fingers on you first but he'd been away for too long it was too painful to go another second without being inside you.

"So tight and warm, little one. Feel so fucking good wrapped around me."

"Buck," you moaned.

You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him impossibly closer to you as you kissed along his neck and jaw. Bucky moaned breathlessly in your ear and you couldn't help the clenching around him from arousal.

"Fuck, keep doing that, little one," he groaned.

Toy squeezed your thighs together and clenched around him again making him groan louder this time. His thrusts became sporadic and you moved against like a ragdoll unable to keep up with his relentless pace.

Your legs began to shake and your back arched into his chest reaching you first high of the night, gushing all over his cock. You realize he hasn't come and gently push him off you before flipping over to let him take you again from behind.

As expected, Bucky pushed into once again deeper this time and you shuddered under his hand that rested atop your arched back. Bucky smacked and kneaded your ass thrusting in and out. The lewd squelching sound of his thrust mixed with the sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the room.

"Shit, little one. Taking my cock so fucking well," he reached forward and bunch up your hair pulling your head back harshly.

“Shit,” you mumbled.

Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the sheets as hard as you could. You were approaching your orgasm quickly and you weren't going to be able to hold back any longer. Your pussy clenched around Bucky's cock making him throw his head back in pleasure.

"Please, Bucky," you whimpered.

"You wanna come, darling. You wanna cream all over daddy's cock?"

"Yes! Fuck!" your arms shook before giving out completely; your head buried in the sheets as Bucky continued that same wild and rough pace.

"Please let me come, daddy!"

Your body felt on fire. No one has ever made you feel this good before, it was almost too much, too overwhelming. Tears brimmed your eyes from trying to desperately hold back. You wanted to come with Bucky but seeing as his pace had yet to slow down you were beginning to think he wasn't even close.

"Let go, doll."

Your body squirmed beneath him as you released all over his dick. You came with a near shout, your body violently trembling from the intensity of your high. Bucky slowed his pace for your comfort, gently riding your orgasm slowly down despite his still aching erection.

He languidly rolled you over to your back, his hands softly rubbing your sides up to your breasts. You breathed heavily, eyes feeling droopy, all you could feel in that moment was his cum dripping from you onto the sheets.

Bucky, still knelt on the bed and still chasing his release, lifted your legs over his thighs gripping your hip with one hand and his cock with the other. You squeezed your thighs together when you felt his tip poking at your entrance once again, soft whimpers emitting from you shakily.

"Such a good girl. Gonna let me take you again? Gonna let me keep using you?" he moaned.

"Use me, Buck. I'm all yours," you breathed out.

Bucky pushed himself past your folds once again, your cum easily letting him slide in. Both his hands made home on your hips gripping hardly surely to leave marks for you to remember this very moment. You looked at Bucky as his thrusts slowly began to pick up, bringing your own hands to your breasts to play with your nipples. You twisted the perked buds, moaning softly at the feeling as well as Bucky filling you perfectly once again.

"Filling me up so good, baby," you moaned, arching your back slightly allowing Bucky to hit a newer and deeper angle inside you.

"Pussy was fucking made for me," he growled.

His hand moved from its home on your hip right over your lower belly where he could feel his cock so deep poking his own hand through your tummy.

"Feel how fucking deep I am?"

You moved your hand and he pressed yours in the same spot under his and you moaned loudly, shuddering under him.

His pace quickened and for a moment he thought he was going to finally reach his high, that release he'd been thinking about for hours today, but when he felt you clench again, squeezing his cock tightly and he didn't cum, he knew it was gonna be chase that he didn't know you'd be up for. You gushed all over his dick, back arching and your legs pressing tight around his torso, coming with a loud scream of his name.

Bucky fell forward with tears in his eyes. His skin still felt hot and sticky. His sense felt dialed up to an eleven. It was all so overwhelming and all he wanted was to cum in you and hold you closer whispering how he really loved you. He pressed faint kisses to you equally sticky and warm skin and when you felt warm liquid dripping onto your skin to lift Bucky's head to find him crying.

"What's wrong, baby?"

“I can’t cum. I just wanna cum,” he whined.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok. I can go as many times as you need me to. I want to help you, let me do that.”

“Can- Can you uh… use your mouth please? I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock so bad,” he moaned.

“Of course, baby. I’d do anything for you,” you smirked before pushing him and crawling over him holding his dick in your hand.

Hours and literally hours had passed until Bucky was finally tired out only having cum three times compared to the fifteen-plus times you had. Your bed laid on the ground; the wooden stands snapped about two hours ago. Most of your sheets were torn to shreds and marks littered your body from your neck down to your hips and your knees from, well you know.

Your body shook as you laid in a fetal position. You burned between your thighs; the soreness overwhelming but pleasant at the same time. Sweat made what was left of the sheets stick to your body until Bucky pulled them from you to clean you. He used a warm towel all over your body with tears in his eyes whispering how sorry he was about everything.

“I swear I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’m so sorry. I understand if you hate me now; if you never want to see me again. Just know that I’m so sorry about your bed, the blankets, if I hurt you, everything,” he sniffled, eyes and nose red and puffy.

“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice raspy and croaky from your moaning and screaming all night.

“Y/n,” he whispered back. You pulled him by the back of his neck into a soft yet passionate kiss.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed out when you pulled away. You cupped his face with shaky hands but a smile on your face.

“Do you mean it?”

“Of course. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I’ve dreamt about holding you far too many times, more than I’d like to admit. I should’ve told you sooner but like everyone else, I was scared you didn’t like me back; at least not this way,” he rubbed your legs indicating the intimate love he had for you.

“Buck, it’s virtually impossible for anyone not to fall in love with you. Unless they’re Tony,” you giggled as did he.

“Can you say it?” he asked softly.

“That I love you?” you smiled brushing your nose against his; Bucky practically purred as he nodded.

“I love you, James,” you whispered.

“Fuck, I love you too.”

He laid you down softly again on the broken bed pressing light kisses all over your collarbones and shoulders. You brushed his hair with your fingers as he clung onto you ready to sleep.

“Thank you again, doll. For helping me today,” he said after a couple minutes of silence.

“Of course, my love. Besides I’m the one who ran into you with those damn daisies.”

“Thank god for them then. And for your clumsiness,” Bucky chuckled.

“Meanie,” you snorted, making Bucky laugh even more.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Buck.”

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Casual Sabotage *Bucky Barnes x Reader*

Reader is hit with sex pollen. Except she doesn't crave her boyfriend, Steve Rogers. No, it's his best friend, Bucky Barnes, that she wants inside of her. Bucky, in the beginning, is a good bro and refuses. But due to the fact she sucks his dick so good he kinda, sorta, loses that restraint and just fucks her regardless of who she belongs to.

Rating: Explicit [+18]

Warnings: Sex pollen= Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Rough blow-job, rough oral-sex, vaginal sex, praise kink, breeding kink, size kink- Bucky has a big dick in this lmao, choking and biting kink, infidelity; Reader cheats on Steve.

TW: Dub-con- Reader is under sex pollen, so she actually cannot give consent and also because Bucky is so resistant in the beginning. It turns consensual on Bucky's part, he gives in to the temptation. But, obviously, reader is still influenced so... the lines are blurred.

Yourself and Bucky had searched the Hydra base from tippy-top to bottom. There was nothing out of the ordinary, which infuriated you a little. With the amount of recon work you both had to do, the long nights of watching the agents coming and going, you felt like you both deserved a small win, at least.

A long sigh escaped from your lips as Bucky's fingers typed furiously on the computers keyboard, a USB stick in hand just in case he found something exciting. Your arms were crossed over your chest, eyes scanning around the bases' security room, roaming the shelves and cabinets that held nothing of importance. A week of nothing, you wanted to cry.

"Hmm," Bucky low hum attracted your attention, "It says there's a basement to this building, we haven't checked that out." His steel eyes look over the screen and at you, you respond with a shrug of your shoulders. "We've got two hours before the cavalry arrives to pick us up, let's explore and see if we can obtain something to keep from Rogers from complainin'"

You giggle slightly at Bucky's comment, nodding in agreement with him. Steve would have a lot to say if you went back empty-handed, especially since he sent you both rather than himself. But you couldn't lie and say the thought of seeing Steve after so long didn't excite you. You had missed your boyfriend dearly, you weren't allowed on missions together since finally making things official. Work ethics and all that jazz.

Instead, you and Bucky had started to partner up, Steve didn't trust anyone but himself, and Bucky, to keep an eye out for you. Who better to watch over his best girl than his best friend, plus Bucky was your friend before you got with Steve.

"What if we go down there and there's a great, big monster waiting for us?" Sliding into the small elevator beside Barnes.

Bucky looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, "Then I'll be throwing you out as a distraction, so I can press the elevator door button to leave."

You both ended up laughing at his response, although when the doors finally did open and reveal a darkened basement layer... there was a moment of silence, you both side-eyeing one another at the lack of sound and movement.

Bucky stepped off first and the automatic lighting triggered him to pull his gun from its holster, his reflexes sharp and fast. You step off and follow Bucky down the hall towards double doors, the room through those doors was abandoned and huge. Desks with old computers, all smashed and out of use. Stacks of files and paper scattered on desks and the floor. Despite the mess, it all looks really promising, there had to be something amongst the chaos.

You both separate to cover more ground, you only had a limited time before you had to leave. You looked through paper and files, shuffling through stacks of meaningless bullshit. Hydra certainly kept a record of everything, including all the worthless crap. You wondered if they actually printed this stuff to lead you guys on wild goose chases like this, to make sure you were distracted with searching for something important amongst all their bullshit.

You ended up in the far back of the room, a small desk area had random empty vials littered across it. Files labelled in Russian, that you couldn't translate very well.

"Hey, Buck," You called over your shoulder as you lifted an empty vial, a cork tightly shoved in the top; curious. "Think I might've found something."

The vial itself was black, not black liquid, the vial was just black. It didn't feel weighted, it didn't feel like anything was moving inside of it. So, curiosity got the best of you because you yanked the cork off the vial. Black smoke puffed out and into your face causing you to inhale and go into a coughing fit. Waving your arms in front of your face, coughing at the inhalation of whatever was inside that vial.

It smelt like... old leather, peppermint toothpaste and...something else, like a deep musk. Odd.

"Hey, are you okay?" Bucky suddenly appeared at your side, a hand placed on your back and eyeing you with concern. He then grabbed the vial from your hand, it was clear and no longer black. "What happened?"

Your coughing had subsided, you felt fine. "I think there was some kind of smoke or whatever in there, I don't know. The black stuff just burst out, I was stupid-"

"Damn, right." Bucky looked mad, which was a given. "Hydra is known for making gas poisons, Y/N. That was a rookie move, never open strange vials." He didn't sound too mad at you, a little more concerned and worried.

You nodded, frowning when feeling the back of your neck sweating. You felt... hot. A sweat was taking over your body, your mouth was getting dry and your mind was going fuzzy. Bucky hadn't noticed, his eyes cast down to the Russian files on the desk, his hand flipping through the old pages and taking the information in with wide eyes. You briefly wondered if whatever is written in that file had anything to do with that vial.

"Fuck," Bucky muttered.

"What?" Your throat was scratchy, your breathing was becoming laboured and your palms were sweaty.

You didn't feel hot, though. You didn't feel sick either.

"Well, I'm guessing whatever was in that vial was... to put it plainly, sex pollen. It makes the patient unable to think of anything but sex, all they want and all they feel is lust. It's basically either used to breed or on prisoners- the pain of not getting off thoroughly enough can lead to the patient taking extreme measures: death." He shakes his head, you don't notice the horrified look In his eyes at the thought of maybe it being used on him when under Hydra's control. "You're likely fine, though."

"I wouldn't be so sure," You managed to gasp out, your thighs squeezing together and eyes closed, you wanted to feel embarrassed but you couldn't. "My head is spinning and, fuck, I need to get this off. I feel too hot, I'm burnin' up." Clawing at the collar of your own tact suit, your hands were shaking and you couldn't bring yourself to look at Bucky.

You wanted to look at him though. You knew he was standing close to you because you could smell him, he smelt like the black smoke did. He smelt delicious, intoxicating in the best way. God, you wanted him so badly. You needed him.

"It's going to be okay, Y/N. I promise, we'll get you back to Steve and he can-"

You shook your head and finally pulled the zipper down of your jacket, shrugging the bulletproof material off your shoulders.

"Need you." You managed to mumble out, lifting your gaze to Bucky, who was frowning and shaking his head. "Please, Buck. I need you! I can feel my skin crawling and-I'm in so much pain, please." Your voice a mix between a whine and beg.

"I can't- you're not thinking properly. Steve will be here soon and he can help you, he's your boyfriend, remember?"

You pulled the black, tight sleeved henley from your body and let it drop to the floor, it covered in sweat. You're standing in a sports bra and tact pants, chest heaving as you try to intake gulps of oxygen from your panting. Even with half your clothes off you still felt sweat bead and drip down your skin.

"I can't wait that long," You sniffled but no tears forming. "Please, I want you-I've always wanted you. You read the file, I'm going to die!"

Bucky continued to shake his head. "I won't do that Steve. It says that it took a couple of hours till that point, Steve'll be here soon and I'll explain to him what happened."

You groaned painfully, shaking your own head now. Not understanding why he couldn't just help you now. You were in immense pain and the throbbing heat in your core wasn't letting up.

You didn't want Steve to help you. You didn't need Steve to help you, it wasn't just because he wasn't here. You wanted Bucky. The smell of him, the heat radiating off his body when it was close to yours. You craved for him to touch you, to fuck you. You were sure the moment he touched you that the pain would ease, the flames that were consuming you would simmer down.

And you were certain that he wanted you too.

Taking the initiative you moved closer to Bucky, the short hairs on the back of your neck were drenched in sweat, you could feel it drip down your back. You placed a hand softly on his metal arm, the cool vibranium instantly cooling you down. Bucky let out a shaky breath and looked at you, eyebrows furrowing together as he took in your features. You were sure you could see the fight in his eyes, he wanted to help you. To touch you.

It was frustrating that he wasn't giving in. That he wasn't falling to his desires.

"I won't tell Steve, I promise." You whispered and pressed a kiss to his collar, inhaling his scent and shuddering when it filled your senses. He wasn't pushing you away, but he also wasn't giving in to touching you back. "It can be our little secret. I know you'll make me feel really good, he won't be able to help me like you can."

Her other hand trailed down his chest and stopped at his belt, Bucky was too busy telling her everything he had already been saying. Telling you how you love Steve and Steve loves you. It would break Steve's heart if he found out about this talk from you if he knew what you were saying to Buck. You didn't care, not right now anyway. You had always found Bucky attractive and before getting with Steve you had entertained the thought of Bucky, but he was just getting back his life. A relationship seemed too much for him, well that's what you thought.

You didn't settle for Steve, that was never the case. You love Steve, you know that. But, right now, here with Bucky, you knew that he'd be able to help you with this- more than Steve could. Steve was a peaceful lover, an attentive one. You needed this illness fucked out of you- at least, that's what your hazy brain was telling you.

Your hand slipped under his belt, a wide grin taking over your face at Bucky's shock, words choking out as you wrapped a hand around his dick. A sense of pride coming over you as he began to get hard in your hand, a few quick jerks as started to undo his pants with your free hand. Bucky was stunned into silence and compliance, unable to stop you just from the fact he hadn't been touched like this in a while.

He came to his senses when you noticed you get to your knees, his pants undone and pulled down his muscular thighs. Bucky slapped your hands away and tries to pull his pants back up, but you were putting up quite the fight. You roughly pushed him back, he ended up falling to the ground due to his pants restricting his movements. In the moments he fell down and was trying to figure out what happened, you had pulled down his boxers and gulped dryly at his semi-hard length.

"You're so big," You mumbled before wrapping your lips around the tip, a loud groan echoed through the room from Bucky.

You could feel him growing inside of your mouth as you tried to take more of him down, slobbering up his dick and licking around the shaft. Pulling off to run your tongue around the veins and down to his balls, gently suckling them into your mouth as you jerked his length till it was fully standing erect. You smirked to yourself at all of the noises Bucky was making, a hand being placed on your hair- which normally you hated Steve's hand in your hair, but you'd allow Bucky this time.

"Fuck my throat," spit was around your mouth and down your chin, "fuck my throat with your big cock."

Bucky's eyes were wide and lust-filled, there was still a hesitancy from him. A dilemma going on in that head of his, so you wrapped your lips around his cock again and started to slowly take him down. He was bigger than Steve, so much bigger, but that only spurred you on. You wanted him to roughly fuck your throat, you wanted to feel him at the back of your throat even after this.

You felt both his hands on your head... he started to push your head further down, the tip hit the back of your throat and you still hadn't taken all of him. He started to ease past your limitations, your eyes filled with tears as he stuffed your mouth impossibly full. Your lips stretched wide around his girth, he could feel your throat constrict around him and the slight gag you couldn't help because of how far he was down your throat.

"Fuck, so good." Bucky groaned lowly, eyes completely black and bottom lip trapped between his teeth. You knew your panties were soaking, a slickness collecting on your thighs as you rubbed them together, the flimsy material of your underwear was sticking to you and making you rub yourself just to alleviate the friction. "I'll deal with your pussy in second, right now I'm going to fill this hole up."

It was like Bucky snapped, the trepidation he was feeling before was long gone. It was now replaced with this new Bucky, and you loved him.

He wasn't merciful when he started to thrust in and out of your mouth, his balls were slapping against your chin harshly. The grip in your hair was harsh as he pushed and pulled your head to meet his hard thrusts, your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as he basically skull fucked you. Loud gagging sounds, your throat squeezing his cock as you fought for air, he only eased up when you looked like you were going to pass out. It was seconded worth of air before he repeated his onslaught, spit and cum was dribbling down your chin and onto your chest and sportsbra. Bucky kept his eyes on you, it made you shiver how he was looking at you.

Bucky didn't warn you when he was about to cum, instead, he held your head down, almost shoving his entire cock down your throat as loads of his cum spurted out and shot straight down your throat into your tummy. You hardly tasted his cum because of how far he was down your throat. He groaned as he came, swallowing thrusting his hips into your mouth as he milked his orgasm. He pulled you off his cock, it was still hard, thankfully.

He helped pull you to your feet then undressed you, roughly pulling the sports bra off your chest and yanking your pants down your legs. He ripped your panties to shreds and let the tattered pieces fall to the floor, his hungry gaze took in your shaking, naked form. Your thighs were glistening from your arousal and it was still leaking from your pussy, hardly any attention to it made you needy and wishing to be stuffed full.

"Turn around." The authority in his voice made you shiver.

You turned around and felt Bucky place a hand on your shoulder, bending you over the desk where you found the vial. The pieces of paper clinging to your sweaty skin and making you keen into his touch more. He kicked your feet further apart, a hand tickling the insides of your thighs and collecting your sweet juices. Expecting to feel fingers prodding around your entrance, instead, you felt a firm tongue lick from clit to fluttering hole, it dipping inside and collecting the juices wanting to leak out of you.

Your mouth fell open into a silent scream, his tongue was exploring so far into your pussy, his hands gripped your cheeks apart so he could push further inside of you. Tongue fucking you so roughly and expertly, your eyes almost went crossed out from the feeling. You didn't know you could be tongue fucked this good, but Bucky just lived to prove you wrong. The slurping sounds and moans from the man behind you, he lifted and bent your knee to rest on the table; opening you up further for his trained tongue.

"You're gonna have to let me have a taste of this everyday from now on, baby." Bucky groaned against your pussy, mouth closing around your clit as he sucked harshly, your mouths drowning out his own. "Taste so good," the tip of his tongue running figure eights on your engorged clit.

Bucky must've stayed between your legs for minutes, but it felt like hours. He pulled two back-to-back orgasms from you, only using his tongue. When he was done eating your pussy, he stood up and draped himself over your back, an arm wrapping around your neck as he breathed heavily into your ear. You could feel his cock nudge up against your pussy, sliding and coating himself in your juices.

"You ready for me?" You whined your response, trying to push yourself back against him but his arm tightened around your throat- not restricting your airflow. "Think your little pussy can take my dick, dolly?" You nodded in a rush, needing it inside of you otherwise you was going to die. "I've got you," The tip nudges against your entrance and began to push inside, the stretch was painful but welcoming. "Daddy's got you."

Your pussy fluttered around his length, the more he pushed his thick length in the more you moaned. He wasn't even half-way in when you started to babble about how he was too big for you, how he wouldn't fit inside of you. That only made Bucky want to prove you wrong, want to prove that you were made to take him. He started to thrust shallowly, rocking his length in and out of you, impaling you on him more whenever he pushed forward.

Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, he stopped and remained inside of your tight, heat for a moment. Relishing in the way you were split open around his cock, your walls were spasming around him and he was having a hard time not cumming on the spot. You felt so tight, so warm and wet around him, suddenly envious that Steve got to have you all the time. But he was planning on ruining you, to make sure the next time you fucked Steve it wouldn't feel as good.

He was going to fuck you so hard, so deep that you'd be wishing Steve was this big.

"Hang on, baby." That was the only warning you got.

Bucky started to pummel inside of you, his thrusts were hard and fast, his cock was kissing your cervix. You really could only just lay there and take it, your mouth open as moans were ripped from you, eyes rolling back as he kept impaling his girth inside of you. He was hitting spots so deep you knew you'd be feeling him for days afterwards, you'd be walking with limp and sore, it was worth it.

The way he was fucking you, it was as if he had something to prove.

The sound of skin slapping skin, his grunts and groans right beside your ear. His arm around your neck, clenching and cutting your airflow off at times, had you cumming within seconds and he still didn't let up. He didn't stop and fucked you through your third orgasm.

Your mind was starting to come down from the pollen, the pain and fever you were feeling had gone. Replaced now with pleasure and pain, a mix you didn't think you were into but now couldn't get enough of. All you could think and feel was Bucky Barnes. This was no longer the effects of the pollen anymore, this was pure you and riding on the afterglow of Bucky fucking you like you needed.

"Harder." You mumbled through heavy pants, tilting your head to look at him over your shoulder.

A smirk crossed his features, metal arm holding your hip in a bruising grip. Complying with your order and snapping his hips hard into your heat, grinding his hips against yours before pulling back out and repeating. It causes your back to arch, pressing your pussy back against his thrusts with little mewls leaving your lips.

"Kiss me." You plead breathlessly.

Bucky doesn't falter with that demand either. Draping himself over your body again and pressing his plump lips against yours, the kiss is far more gentle than his thrusts, but it still has you moaning against him. He was kissing you like you was fragile, yet fucking you like you were some kind of sex toy that he was using just to jerk off into. It was making your head spin and your pussy needy for more.

"You gonna come again?" Bucky chuckled against your ear, you nodded sharply and cried in pleasure when he bit your shoulder, cumming on the spot when his teeth dug into your flesh. "Mm'good girl." He mumbled as he licked at the tender spot, you could feel his hips stuttering their pace.

"Cum in me." You grinned and he cursed lowly, eyes squeezing shut. "Want you to fill me up, daddy. Fuckin' fuck a baby into me, fill me up."

The arm around your neck was pulled away, hand splaying across your back as he started to thrust into you in tight, fast and hard thrusts. Using your body to seek his own pleasure now, you were biting your lip at the thought of him filling you up. Not even caring if he actually did knock you up, you needed his cum inside of you.

Bucky found his end after a few careful thrusts, warm ropes of his seed filling you up and then some, he filled you up so much that it started to seep out around his cock. He groaned at the mess he made inside of you, he carefully pulled out of your abused cunt to see your hole clenching, trying to keep his creamy load inside of yourself. He had to look away because if he kept staring he'd get hard again, he didn't think you could take another round or load.

You remained bent over the desk and trying to catch your breath, his human hand was rubbing comforting circles on your back. Before you or Bucky could say something a buzzing sound captured both of your attention, it was coming from Bucky's pant pocket. He left you to retrieve his phone, eyes scanning over the device for a moment before he looked at you.

"Steve is waiting at the extraction point for us," You nodded mutely and you both got dressed in mutual silence.

He helped you to look presentable, ignoring the fingerprint bruise on your hip and the obvious bite mark on your shoulder. You were unsure how to explain any of that to Steve, you were also unsure how to explain what happened to Bucky. Obviously, you had still had those feelings for him, right? Otherwise, you would have been able to wait for Steve, it was like all sense of self-control had left you and only Bucky remained in your mind.

As you both left the base in awkward silence, treking the five miles towards the extraction zone, you wondered if you would have craved for Bucky if you was with Steve. If after all this time it was Bucky and not Steve you wanted.

All you knew was that Bucky had ruined you. You could still feel the impression of him inside of you, the way he had so deliciously stretched you open and impaled you on him. The way he had roughly fucked your throat like it was nothing but a hole to get off into. He had fucked you, in more ways than one.

(Please, let me know what you think! I’m also taking requests too! Honestly, kinda wanna write a part 2 where Reader tries to have sex with Steve but fakes her orgasm just to go to Bucky... I’m a bad person, I just think Bucky would be better than Steve tbh lol~ Lilith)

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes x y/n #Bucky Barnes x female reader #steve rogers x reader

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hansensgirl · 4 years ago

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not all who wander are lost.

summary. | He’s got your name on his tattoo, wearing the same damn clothes since three days ago. A bottle of gin in his hand, and you’d say he’s just wandering.

warnings. | Strangers to lovers, smut, naive reader, mentions of trauma, angst, fluff, slight violence, slight dub/con, slight blasphemy, drinking, DD/LG, daddy kink, corruption kink, ring/hand kink, size kink, creampie kink, teasing, spanking, choking, spitting, manhandling, praise, male masturbation, handjob, degradation, a bit of humiliation, oral sex, virginity loss, marking, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI.

word count. | 11k

pairings. | Daddy!Destroyer!Chris x Little!Reader.

a/n. | one of the few fics inspired/based off of chemtrails over the country club. please heed the warnings and don’t forget to reblog. ily! thank you so much to @dragon-of-dreams @mypoisonedvine @tenuntilfightcall and everyone else for helping me out with some information! and thank you to my bb sara @asadmarveltrashbag for beta-ing and being there for me during this insane month, ilysm!!

The first time he laid eyes on you, was six months ago.

Meadows like the ones that surround him only exist in movies and Instagram posts. But even those need editing for perfection. Yet, the ones around him made him feel as though he has camera lenses for his eyes. Each piece of grass is a beautiful green, and some had flowers between them. His thighs may hurt but the view is a reward for all the trouble he just went through. A cute cottage lies on the hill he stands on. It resembles one from a Pinterest board but he doesn’t mind.

Birds chirp, sheep bleat, cows low and chickens cluck amongst Ella Fitzgerald's rendition of Summertime. Chris walks a few more steps and onto the porch he goes. This isn’t his destination. Well, technically, it is. But he isn’t supposed to be knocking on your door like he is now, and his heart shouldn’t be beating out of his chest. To the right of this cottage — Chris’s right — is another cottage.

It’s more modern than he’d prefer it to be. It only looks so because inside lives a drug lord who is on the run. It’s truly unfortunate his girlfriend sold him out for immunity. He knocks on the wooden door and takes a step back. Who knows what kind of person is behind it. “Coming!” your sweet voice calls. Chris doesn’t let go of his grip on his gun that’s down the waist of his pants.

Even the sweetest seeming things can always end up being sour.

You struggle not to trip over your own dress. The tail of it drags behind you and sweeps the floor, too. But it makes you feel just like a princess, so you don’t care. On your hip is a basket, and inside is Cotton. Your bunny. She’s been your company for years, and you don’t know what you’d do without her. Barely anyone visits anymore, only because cars can’t handle the long drive up and many people hate nature. But when the occasional knock on your door echoes throughout the house, you can barely keep your excitement inside.

You open the door and gasp. The man… is brooding. And he’s not the type of broody that would grumble insults under his breath or the type that would stalk people, either. He’s the dreamy type, the man your parents say is bad news when really he just needs love. You take in his form. You can tell he’s slightly tired and you just have to give him credit for walking up to your home. He has no flaws, except for the dirt that stains his clothing.

“Hi, do you live here?” the strange man asks, looking around the inside of your home. You jump and you’re not sure why but your skin raises with goosebumps. His voice is deep yet so soft-spoken. For some odd reason, his hand is reaching backwards and you assume that it’s because he has some sort of ache from the walk. You finally register his words and look up at him.

“Y- yes, do you live here?” you stupidly ask. You don’t even realize what you just said until you noticed his puzzled look. “Oh, sorry,” you look down and notice that his black boots are covered in pollen, something that can be oh so bothersome. “‘S’alright, I was hiking a- and I don’t have anywhere to go… Do you think you could let me stay here?” he asks, letting go of the gun. “Uhm, s- sure, what’s your name?” you ask him, moving out of the way.

Naive, so fucking naive.

“Chris, what’s yours?” he asks, stepping inside. You give him your name and he nods. He goes to wipe his shoes on the rug in front of the door but there is no rug. You hand him a rag and he gratefully takes him, mumbling a small ‘thank you.’ “Are you a tourist?” you ask him, setting your basket down onto the floor. Cotton hops out of it and runs off to the kitchen, probably to chew on your apron. “No…” he solemnly answers. He hands you the rag back and you shyly take it.

“O- okay… Are you a photographer? I’ll tell you God’s truth, the most beautiful photos are taken when the sun rises, when it sets and when it’s raining,” you pointedly inform him. You drop the rag into your basket and turn back around, your dress spinning in a slight swirl. His eyes rake your body up and down, taking in every inch of your body. Red cloth with white polka dots covers your body and your mushroom earrings bring the entire outfit together. Chris has to assume that the heavens above or whatever the fuck else is there have handcrafted you to absolute perfection.

He’s never read any stories about Greek gods, but he knows that Zeus would be absolutely infatuated with you. He takes note of how your body tenses up when he makes eye contact with you, and he gives you a small smile.

“I’m not a photographer,” he clarifies, looking around. He can’t believe you let him in just like that, but the more he found, the more he understood why. A lonely, innocent little girl like you doesn’t have anyone to tell you right from wrong. “Then what are you, sir? Are you lost? I can call the Consulate if you’d like,” you offer, walking towards him. “I’m not lost… I’m a wanderer,” he whispers almost hesitatingly.

“But you only ever wander when you’re lost, no?” you confusingly ask him. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head, before peering out of the window. Luckily, he has a direct view of the other cottage. He really did hit the jackpot. “Not all who wander are lost, little girl. Now tell me, why would you let a stranger inside your home?” he asks you.

Cotton hops from the kitchen to your bedroom, and you stand in place. “I… Well, I’m not sure. You didn’t give me any reason to not let you in or to make me believe you’re dangerous, sorry…” you shyly tell him. “Don’t apologize, just know that not everyone in this world is good. There’s always going to be someone with a little more darkness than the rest of us…”

Chris unzips his duffle bag, and you let out a giggle. “Quite ominous of you, but then again, it suits your whole aesthetic. The cool, bearded man, with his cool words,” you smile at him, but it carries a bit of sadness. “Treat this place as your own, make yourself at home. And if you need anything, I’m always here.”

Chris stays at the window for most of his days. Always with a pair of binoculars and a pack of saltine crackers. Sometimes, he pulls a juice bottle out of his duffle bag, You’ve countlessly offered him something that’s actually filling, such as angel cake and sandwiches. He rejects them all, and you wonder if he’s some sort of super-human. But technology hasn’t invented wireless technology yet, so it’s impossible.

“Uhm, Mr. Chris-Sir? I don’t think those crackers are good for you, they’re all you eat…” you sheepishly admit, carrying a cup of water to him. The mug has a little frog painted on it, but the green paint has chipped away over seven years. You set it down gently, onto the table next to him and Chris just stares out at the cottage. “Bird-watching is so cool, isn’t it? If you see a robin, let me know, they’re so beautiful,” you tell him, before walking off.

At first, he doesn’t take in your words. But once they’ve settled deep in his mind and sunk in, he realizes that you assume he’s bird-watching. He’d honestly take any other assumption, but at least you don’t know he’s spying on the criminal next door. He looks down at the table with a sigh and then notices what you’ve done. Not only did you set a cup of water down, but you also gave him two slices of toast. One has strawberry jam on it, and the other has melted butter.

His mouth surprisingly salivates, but it also doesn’t shock him. Every day he sits there, basking in the beautiful smell of your food and humming. His personal favourite is the smell of focaccia bread being baked. He watches and waits until you leave the room to go tend to the chickens. Apparently, one of them laid a few eggs. He quickly shovels the two slices of toast into his mouth and downs the glass of water like a starved man. Because he is one.

Cotton hopes around once again but all Chris sees is a fluffy white blur. He recalls his memories from when he was younger. Younger him always wanted a pet. Even a fish that would die in the span of two weeks would suffice. But his mom couldn’t afford it, so he dropped the idea. Sometimes, he wishes he had dropped other ideas, as well. Like the idea that he’d enjoy life as an undercover agent, or the idea of sacrificing himself for Erin.

His fingers are sticky with jam. He hates the feeling. He spreads his fingers out and goes to get up from his seat. “Shit,” he curses, realizing that something may happen while he’s away from the window. He stands there, contemplating whether or not he should risk his mission just to wash the fucking jam off of his stupid fucking hands. He calls your name, loudly, hoping you’ll hear him all the way outside the cottage.

“Is everything alright?” you shout, running inside the house. He didn’t expect that reaction, but he’ll take it. You’re holding onto the corner of two walls, slightly bent over. Your chest, your beautiful chest, is the first thing Chris lays his eyes on. He nearly chokes on his saliva, and he just can’t seem to take his eyes off of you. “Uh, hi, I need help,” he gruffly says, his voice a bit deeper than usual. He clears his throat with a loud ‘ahem’ and you begin to stand up straight, much to his dismay.

But he doesn’t think the image of your tits nearly falling out of your dress will leave his mind any time soon.

“Of course… Did you enjoy the toast? I can make you some more if you’d like,” you shyly offer him. “It was good, but I’m fine, thanks though. Can you stay here, right at the window, while I go wash my hands? If anything happens, you have to tell me.” Chris doesn’t leave any room for argument, but your curiosity and naivety get the best of you as always.

“What happens if I don’t tell you?” you ask him, walking towards the window. He blocks your path and suddenly personal space is no longer a thing you need. “You don’t want to know what I’m gonna do if you don’t, little girl,” he warns with a hint of lust in his tone. You nod your head and feel tingles bloom just above your core. You’re not sure whether they’re butterflies or those tingles.

Chris walks past you and you quickly rush to the window. You never realized how beautiful this view is until now. The sun is bright, angled in the most perfect manner so that it doesn’t shine directly in your eyes. The sky is so clear, even with the occasional fluffy cloud that always manages to look like some animal. The window blows gently, shaking the sheer curtains that frame you. You sigh and fold your arms, resting them on the windowsill.

You lay your head on your arms and stare out the window with joy filling your heart.

Chris watches you as you look out the window. You’re slightly bent over, once again. Your ass sticks out, and you subconsciously sway your hips side to side, almost purposefully teasing him. Your white dress has a few strings hanging from the hem, but it doesn’t make you look any less gorgeous. He feels like he’s in a dream.

Not only because of the beautiful scenery, and the beautiful woman in front of him but also because he’s trying his hardest to wash his hands quickly, but his movements are so slow. He looks down and rubs his hands together at a furious pace. Chris hears you gasp and he looks up. “Did you see something?” he asks you, turning off the sink.

“Yeah, my neighbour! I haven’t seen him in months, I need to go say hi,” you tell Chris, before rushing out the door. He only then registers your words once you’ve run out of the house and into the unknown. “Fuck- Wait!” he yells after you. He runs behind you and is so grateful when he notices you haven’t gone too far. But you’re still running and Chris’s target is about ten meters away, so he decides to do what he does best.

He decides to save you.

Chris’s feet hit the ground harshly, crushing the flowers beneath him. Running in socks isn’t fun, but at least he has something to protect him. He calls your name and crashes into you with all the force in his body. You both go down and hit the ground from his fierce tackling technique. You go to cry out in pain and lose your mind, but Chris clams his hand over your mouth. “Shh, be quiet. You’re not hurt, okay? I’m sorry I had to do that, but you can’t go running off like that,” he lectures, throwing his right leg over your body. He frames you down, and you don’t have much room to move. You’re frozen in place, chest heaving, and you furrow your eyebrows at his words.

“Listen, I need you to listen. You may not know me and I may not know you, but when I tell you to do something, you’re going to listen. Understood?” he chastised with a harsh tone. You nod meekly, like a little kid who just got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “And just so you know, that sweet neighbour of yours over there is wanted by the Feds.” Chris looks over his shoulder and doesn’t see the man there anymore, so he begrudgingly climbs off of your body.

You gulp thickly, out of fear and nervousness. Chris doesn’t seem to want to add on to this newfound information, so your anxiety makes work of it. For all you know, your neighbour could be a murderer. Chris senses your nervousness and gives you a pat on the head, almost as if you’re his pet.

Unbeknownst to you, the sight of you under him, helpless and with his hand clamped over your mouth is something that gets his blood (and hand) pumping. He helps you up, and you don’t even realize it until he brushes some dandelion seeds out of your hair. “Thank you… and thank you for saving me, I’m sorry I didn’t listen,” you shyly speak to him. He nods and shoves his hands into his pockets, finding an old cigarette from before he quit.

“‘S’alright, I just need a few things from you,” he gruffly reassured. “O- Of course, anything for my guest and for the man who saved my life,” you beam with a small giggle punctuating your words. He basks in it, almost as though it’s sunlight over a beach. “Ah, you flatter me. Just tell me about yourself, I’m going to be staying for a while,” he says as he turns around to walk back inside.

A bottle of gin is in Chris’s hands. The colourless yet pale yellow liquid swishes inside its rightful bottle. It’s half full, only because last night, he downed the rest. He hasn’t drunk in a while. Since he got over being left for dead. And that’s only six months ago.

He’s shirtless. Only left in his grey jeans and jewelry. His rings clink against the glass bottle and his bracelets hang a little past his wrist. The gunshot wound on his left side had a faint scar on it. He hates it. Every single time he stares in the mirror, that fucking scar just stares back at him.

His father told him it makes him seem more ‘manly’, but it just feels like a point of weakness. Maybe if he was a little quicker, he would’ve saved that bank teller. He would’ve gotten Silas behind bars. He would’ve been able to be proud of himself.

Chris groans at the memories and spins the cap off of the bottle. It flies somewhere across the room, probably hitting one of the wood walls. He mumbles a ‘fucking hell’ and brings the bottle to his lips. The last time he drank like this was three months ago, and he ended up fucking the bartender.

She was bent over the counter, her tits spilled out of her bra and his cock pummeled into her sloppily.

She ended up kicking him out after they were done.

Chris groans again and sits down on the bed, kicking his legs up. His pants are stained with the pigment of dandelions and grass. The splotchy stains are juxtaposed to the grey of his old jeans. They have wear and tear all over them, but he doesn’t care.

Every now and then, he sighs — he sighs quite deeply. The puffs of air come from deep inside his chest. He tilts his head back and stares up at the ceiling, thinking back to earlier today. He smiles to himself, recalling the way you looked so innocent beneath him.

He’s only known you for a few days, and he already has lewd thoughts for you. Fuck. He just can’t help himself, though. Especially with your innocent doe eyes and pretty little dresses. He closes his eyes slowly, using that memory to fuel his much-needed mental images.

You’re beneath him once again, but you’re naked. His hand is wrapped around your throat, and he’s naked too. His cock is slowly driving in and out of you. He’s teasing you. Your pulsating, wet walls hug his fat cock, and you’re both moaning softly.

“Daddy…” you whisper to him, clenching around his cock. “What’s wrong, baby?” he softly asks you. “Please fuck me harder, please, Daddy,” you beg to him, before biting down onto your bottom lip. “I don’t think you’ll be able to take my cock like that, baby,” he shakes his head.

“I can take it, Daddy, I’m your good girl.”

Chris opens his eyes and his right hand has found its way down his boxers. His cock is all swollen and hard, hard as a rock. He places the bottle of gin down on the bedside table and gets himself all comfortable. Chris slowly begins to stroke himself gently. He goes from the base all the way to the top, and then back down. His thumb occasionally swipes against his leaking tip and all he can think of is teaching you how to make him — your Daddy — feel good.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans, feeling a vein throat against his hand. He moans your name and speeds up his movements. His fingers are slightly sticky, but it’s the type of sticky he doesn’t mind. He begins to slow his hand down, and he sighs, not wanting to come just yet. He hasn’t been this hard in ages, and touching himself feels so fucking good.

“Did you say my name? Is everything alright?” you ask, barging into his room. He jumps and his hand flies out of his pants. You both stare at each other, not even daring to blink. You eventually break eye contact and notice the bottle of gin sitting on the bedside table. There’s only a sixth of it left, and you frown. You don’t like it when people you care about drink. “Uhm…” he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck and then takes in your form.

You’re in a nightgown, and it’s sheer as fuck. The gin gets to him and his mind has a slight buzz to it. His heart beats rapidly and his cock throbs with want and need. Chris’s eyes rake up and down your body like how they usually do whenever you’re in front of him. His mother would scold him for ogling at you, but he just doesn’t care anymore.

“I- I am so so so sorry, I should’ve knocked. I just thought you needed help with something because I heard you say my name, but sometimes I just tend to hear random things, so sorry,” you apologize in a panicking manner. You slowly walk back to the door, but you don’t turn around. Your bare feet leave a faint imprint on the floor from the cold sweats that have taken over your body.

“Come back here,” he orders, sitting up on the bed. Chris’s unbuckled belt clanks quietly, and he begins to remove it in one quick motion. You gulp thickly and exhale shakily. You slowly walk to where Chris is sitting, and he pats the spot next to him. You’ve never had such an interaction with anyone, ever. You sit down next to him, but you keep your distance.

Alcohol should not be called alcohol in Chris’s utmost humble opinion. No, it should just stick to its nickname ‘liquid courage’ because it’s more accurate than anything else. He may not seem like it, but he’s just a man who doesn’t have the heart to do much. Adrenaline doesn’t exist for him anymore, not since the incident.

Chris turns his head and stares at your pretty face. You look down, unable to make eye contact with such a God-like man. You have to assume that even Apollo is envious of Chris’s beauty. “How’d you hear me? Because I know these walls aren’t thin enough, and I know I wasn’t being loud, so tell me; How’d you hear me?” he interrogates you like one of Silas’s companions, but this time is slightly different.

Lust is what’s pumping through his veins, not rage.

“Uhm, well… My room was right there, and I wasn’t doing anything but thinking, and since your bed is against the wall, I- I heard you say my name,” you explain shyly. He hums, and you’re not sure whether it’s a hum of delight or disbelief. “Thinking of what?” he presses, inching his body closer to yours.

You continue to stare at his hand, even though you can feel his heavy breathing against your face. “I… Well- I was uh,” you stutter embarrassingly, and it makes you burn up with shame. “Spit it out, little girl, and don’t think of lying to me,” he growls, placing his hand on your thigh. Your gaze follows his movements, and you take in the set of rings that adorn his fingers.

They’re all black and of similar styles. One has a skull, one is completely plain, one has a cross on it and the last one has the word ‘Daddy’ engraved on it. His veins are so prominent. They bulge out with intensity, and you’d just love to trail your fingers along each of them. “Am I going to have to force an answer out of you?” he roughly asks. His other hand goes to the back of your head and he brings your gaze to his face.

You quickly shake your head in objection, and he raises his eyebrows for you to spit your answer out. “I was thinking about you, and the way you tackled me…” you admit to him in a low and soft voice. “You liked the way I was on you, little girl?” he asks, moving his hand to the back of your neck. “Y- Yeah, made me feel all… Tingly…” you whisper to him.

“I want to hear you say it, little girl,” Chris ushers, squeezing the back of your neck slightly. “I liked the way you were on top of me…” you tell him breathlessly. “Good girl,” he praises in a slightly deep voice. He pulls you onto his lap and you gasp. His hard, wanting cock is right under your thighs, and you exhale nervously.

“You feel that, little girl? That’s all because of you, you did this to me. And you’re proud of it, aren’t you? Got me so fucking hard just because of you.” Chris squeezes your waist, and you really can feel it all. He’s not wrong, either. You’re so proud that you’ve made a man like him so desperate for you. “Do you know what I was doing, little girl? I was jerking off to the thought of fucking that cunny of yours until you’re begging me to stop,” he growls in your ear.

You moan softly, and the picture comes to mind, making your pussy gush with want. “Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asks, placing his hand on your inner thigh. You nod, and he raises his eyebrows in warning again. “Yeah, I want that so bad,” you murmur to him. You and your pussy want him so bad. Chris’s hand inches further up your thighs until he’s just an inch away from your bare pussy.

Your thighs are already slightly sticky from your arousal. “Do you know what jerking off is, little girl?” he asks, pulling his hand away from your pussy. You hold back a pathetic, child-like whine, and he begins to lift up your nightgown until he sees your naked body. “Kind of… Isn’t that when a man touches himself? Like how women touch their… down there?” you innocently ask him.

Chris chuckles at how cute you are. So innocent yet oh so slutty. “Have you ever touched yourself, little girl?” he asks, lifting the nightgown over your head. It’s strewn across the floor behind you, and neither of you cares. But you quickly use your hands to cover your most precious, most private parts. “No, no, I don’t want to see any of that. You’re so beautiful, baby, you’re built like an absolute angel,” he husks, and you feel so flustered that you can’t help but giggle.

“T- Thank you… And I’ve done it a few times,” you inform him. Chris nods and smirks, catching the way your nipples have pebbled up. “Have you ever made someone feel good before?” he questions, trailing his broad hands up and down your body. “N- No, it’s pretty lonely up here…” you almost-ashamedly admit. He coos at you. “Do you want me to teach you how to make me feel good, little girl?” he questions, palming your tits.

You moan softly and rub your thighs together as he pinches and pulls at your hard nipples. You’re so small in his large hands, it makes him even harder. You nod your head fervently, wanting to make Chris feel so fucking good. Chris takes his hands away from your body and shifts you in his lap. He reaches down his pants and pulls his cock out of his boxers.

You gasp, having never seen something as big as that. He smirks and uses his right hand to grasp the base of his thick cock. Chris brings your dominant hand down to where his cock is and guides you to wrap your fingers around him. Chris shudders at your soft touch, and he moans softly. “Good girl, yeah,” he praises. “Wrap your hand around me a bit tighter, baby,” he urges, and you do exactly that.

He groans loudly and a small smile stretches across your lips. “N- Now, you’ve got to move your hand up and down. Start off slowly, go all the way to the tip, and then back down,” he instructs, even though he’s helping you out. His hand brings yours all the way to the tip, and then back down; just like he said. His hand leaves yours and goes back to feeling up your pretty body.

“Now do it by yourself, but in a twisting motion, little girl.”

You listen to his words and jerk him off, feeling yourself get wet as his cock twitches in your hand. Your clit throbs and so do the veins on the side of his shaft. Chris curses, and you bite down on your bottom lip. “Good girl, just like that. Fuck, your hand feels so good around me,” he moans, squeezing your waist. You focus on his cock, watching as pre-cum leaks from the tip and down the side of his dick.

It drips onto your slow-moving hand, and you exhale as your movements grow a bit faster. You look at him, watching as his pupils darken with lust. You can tell — it’s written on his face — he wants you to go faster. Your hand speeds up around his cock, making him a moaning mess. “Fuck, you’re such a good fucking girl. You like making me feel good, don’t you? So eager to please like the good little girl you are,” Chris husks.

His praise goes straight to your needy cunt and he knows this because he can just tell. Your thighs rub together, your breath hitches, you let out a giggle and squeeze a little tighter around his cock. Chris’s hand goes up to your head and smashes your lips against his. You both moan into the kiss, and you straddle both his thighs to get more comfortable.

You place your other hand on his cock and mimic your dominant hand’s movements. You try to keep up with the kiss, but you just can’t. Teeth clash and so do tongues as Chris moves his mouth against yours. He pants and his chest heaves as you continue to stroke him. “Go faster, baby,” he urges, and he pulls his mouth away from yours. He can feel you soaking his jeans, your wetness joining the abundant amount of rips and tears in the material.

Your hand moves faster, twisting perfectly and occasionally squeezing his most sensitive spots as well. Chris pushes your hands away abruptly, and you’re confused. Did you do something wrong? Does he not like you anymore? What happened? “Shit, wrap your mouth around the tip, little girl. Trust me, you’re gonna fucking love it,” he says, and you quickly do so.

You’ll do anything to please him. His mushroom tip is leaking and a raging red. It’s the same red as the rest of his cock, and you could swear it’s almost purplish. You can tell he’s aching because you’ve been through a similar thing. You drop down to the floor and kneel in front of Chris. Your lips smooth around the tip of his hard cock, and you can taste him as soon as he hits your tongue.

He tastes of musk and manliness, along with a hint of saltiness, and it’s oh so addicting. You keep the tip of his cock in your mouth like it’s one of your favourite lollipops and smile around him. Chris smiles and wraps his hand around himself. He jerks himself off quickly, desperate to come in your mouth. “Fucking shit– god, you’re such a good fucking girl,” Chris rasps as he reaches his climax.,

His balls tighten up and his blue eyes roll back into his skull. White, hot, thick ropes of cum shoot out of his tip and fill your mouth. You’re not sure why, but a moan escapes past your throat, and it only makes Chris’s high much better. Chris places both hands on the sides of your head and holds you there, gently. You swallow all his cum as it fills your mouth and leaks from the corners of your lips.

Chris so desperately wants to push your head farther down his cock, but he knows he shouldn’t. Plus, there’s always going to be more time for things like that. He pulls your head away from his cock and watches as a string of saliva tries to keep the two of you connected. You gently lick your lips, still savouring his taste and he smiles down at you. You can’t lie — you feel giddy. Giddy in a way in which you crave his praise and approval like no other.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that? Thank you for helping me out… I do suppose I should return the favour, right?” he teasingly says, lifting you up into his lap. You shake your head out of nervousness. “No? … Why not, baby?” Chris asks, and you gulp thickly. “Don’t wanna rush it… I- never mind, you wouldn’t understand,” you look down and fiddle with your fingers.

The grooves of your nails are smoothed over by your pointer finger. Some dips and rises make you cringe, and others satisfy you. He looks down at your hands and notices the skin picked on the sides. He knows how painful those can be, and he doesn’t want you to feel any pain at all. “I’ll try to understand, darling, but if you don’t tell me, then I’ll be completely clueless,” he speaks to you lowly. “I like the way your words make me feel…” you shyly admit to him.

“Aw, how do they make you feel, baby?” Chris presses, grasping your two hands together. “All warm and small… makes me feel like I have it all. Hey, that rhymes!” you exclaim, bubbling in the utmost adorable giggles ever. “You’re a natural poet, darling. But tell me more…” he urges, rubbing his coarse thumbs against your soft skin. “I get butterflies, and I feel all shy and safe. Your words make me so comfortable yet so vulnerable…” you describe to him even though words can’t describe what you feel.

“Is that right, baby? You’re so cute… Do you- Do you get all tingly and babyish when I use my words?” Chris hesitatingly asks. His voice is so gentle and soft, a low whisper that is so soothing to your ears and rough edges. You nod meekly and smile to yourself. Your cheeks may hurt from all the laughter he caused earlier today but that doesn’t refrain you from hiding your smile.

Now, Chris is no doctor. He’s no professional, he’s no master. He’s just a broken man, but he knows exactly what you’re talking about. But he won’t explain what it is, because he needs you to learn on your own. Maybe with some guidance from him, but he won’t trick you into thinking something completely off base.

“Let’s get cleaned up, okay? Then we’ll sleep, you need the rest. We both do.”

He’s got your name on his tattoo, wearing the same damn clothes since three days ago. A bottle of gin in his hand, and you’d say he’s just wandering. But he isn’t. He was never. The stick-and-poke tattoo may seem a bit much, but he doesn’t regret it one bit. Your name is written in your pretty handwriting. The ink is in his skin, and he’s practically marked as yours, now.

The days go by slower, much slower than he’d like them to. But it doesn’t matter now, because his mission is over, and he’ll be leaving soon. But Chris doesn’t want to leave. His wanderlust has found an end as he finally has a place where he’s meant to be. He’s found heaven in the hills, and between your legs.

“D- Daddy…” you whisper under your breath, loud enough for him to hear. Your hands are locked with his, and they rest at your sides. You’re just in a small bralette, and your hard nipples poke through the fabric. Your legs are thrown over his shoulders and your ankles lace together behind his head. Your neck aches from the angle your body is in, but the pleasure blooming from your core is much more powerful.

Chris is between your legs, and he hums against your wet, throbbing pussy. You moan loudly and squeeze your eyes shut from the feeling. He sucks on your clit harshly, and wetness seeps from your hole. “Feels so good… Oh, my…” you pant. Your hips gyrate and you subconsciously grind your wet cunt against Chris’s face. He pulls his face away from your pussy and licks a broad stripe against you.

You moan again and squeeze his hands tighter. His tongue swirls around your swollen and throbbing clit, bringing you closer and closer to your release. Your taste is addictive, and he could stay between your legs for hours on end, if not for eternities. His beautiful, lovely rings dig into the sides of your fingers, but you don’t care. Chris may treat you like a delicate doll, but he should know how much you love it when he’s rough with you.

“I think I’m gonna come, Daddy…” you cry out to him before a strangled moan leaves your mouth. Chris pulls away from your pussy once again, but this time he spits on your lips. His saliva drops down your cunt and mixes with your wetness, and he goes back to devouring you. He eats you out like a starved man, and you’re squealing at the overwhelming pleasure.

If he was on death row, he’d have your sweet pussy as his last meal.

His tongue works over your clit and brings you closer and closer to your release. It’s coming fast. A searing, heated feeling takes over your body and abdomen as your back arches off your couch. Chris is as hard as a rock, staring you directly in the eyes, and he makes you come on his mouth.

“Oh- Daddy!” you cry out loudly, your mouth falling open into a silent, voiceless scream. Your eyes roll back into your skull and in Chris’s past words, you look like a brain-dead slut. Your wetness gushes out of your drooling hole, and he laps it all up with no problem. He drinks up everything you give him, and then some. Your hands are still laced with his and your chest rises and falls at a fast pace.

“Shh… You did amazing, little one. Taste so fucking sweet, just like nectar,” he hums like a hummingbird, before smacking his lips. You slowly come down from your high as he strokes your hands with his thumbs. Your lids are slightly heavy, but you don’t want to get any shut-eye. Time away from Chris is practically a sin in your eyes. “Thank you, Daddy,” you gratefully reply.

“You’re welcome, little one. Got me so hard,” he husks as he moves to get up. He carefully handles your body and pulls out a handkerchief from the pocket of his jeans. They’ve been washed and scrubbed but there are still faint dandelion and pollen stains that he just doesn’t care enough about. Though the adorable face you were making whilst washing them is something that’ll never leave his mind.

Just like the mental image of you coming undone beneath him.

“Can I make you feel good, Daddy? Pretty please?” you ask sweetly and Chris knows he could say yes, but he doesn’t want to. Making you feel good pleases him, but he doesn’t want to sound so poetic so he chuckles. “Soon, little one, I need to clean you up properly,” he tells you and you jut your bottom lip out, pouting. He coos at you and you scrunch your nose up at the attention.

“But I’m all clean, Daddy!” you reason, reaching over to palm his hard cock through his jeans. Chris chokes on his saliva at the feeling of your touch. “In a bit, little one, you need to listen to Daddy. Okay?” he rasps with a warning in his voice. “Okay, Dada…” you trail off with a deep sigh punctuating your sentence. You fiddle with your fingers as Chris carefully cleans up your pussy.

The damp washcloth is gentle against your sensitive skin. Each movement of his is carried by gentleness and love. “I have a question, Daddy,” you hum after a few seconds of silence. “Go ahead, mushy one,” he says with a smile. You giggle at the nickname before calming yourself down. “Were you really wandering?” you bluntly ask him. Chris’s eyes nearly fall out of their sockets, and you gasp.

“What do you mean, little one?” he asks, looking up at you. “Well… You said you were a wanderer! And that’s how you found me! But you don’t seem like a wanderer, you’re too clever to be one,” you explain with a smile on your face. Chris begins to chew on the inside of his cheek, and the skin has already been filled with bite marks and scars. At this point, he should tell you, right? You already know the deepest, most darkest pieces and part of him.

You’ll love him no matter what.

“Well, I wasn’t wandering. You’re so smart, little one. The smartest baby in the world!” he cheers and moves to get up. He sits in the empty spot next to you and lifts you into his lap. You’re still naked and Chris has his shirt off (as usual), so the skin-on-skin contact has you feeling even sleepier. “Sometimes, we lie to protect people. I lied, to protect you, along with many other people. Myself included, of course,” he starts.

“I was sent here with the sole purpose of bringing in your criminal neighbour,” he pauses “and I did.” You nod along with his words, your mind only allowing the most important phrases to sink in. “I arrested him around a month ago, and I was supposed to leave three weeks ago,” he sadly sighs. You look up in a panic, and you’re in shock. “Two weeks ago, I turned in my resignation. I’m not going anywhere,” he quickly adds and your face lights up.

“I’m staying with my best girl, okay?” Chris smiles and leans in to kiss you. You let him do so because God-damn, you’d let him do anything he wants to you. “T- Thank you so much, Daddy!” you squeal and hug him tightly. He laughs in a beautiful cacophony of sounds, and it’s right in your ear.

Chris feels a weight being lifted off his shoulders as you writhe around in his arms. You wiggle around on his hard cock and Chris suppresses a groan. His hands trail from your shoulders to your waist, down to your hips. Goosebumps erupt on your skin and excitement runs in your veins at his touch. Your head rolls back and you exhale shakily. He grips your hips tightly, and you involuntarily buck your hips against his crotch.

Both you and Chris moan before he moves both his hands to your ass. He gropes you roughly, feeling a bit of your wetness on his fingers. “Oh, baby… What’s all that for? Hm? Didn’t Daddy just eat your sweet little pussy out?” he asks in a slightly worried tone. “Y- Yeah… But I can’t help it, Daddy, you always make me so tingly…” you admit to him, shyly.

“Mmm, I like knowing I do this to you. Gets me so fucking hard,” he groans, slapping your ass. You yelp in surprise, but it gets cut off by a whimper. Chris caresses the hit skin and soothes you down from the shock. He smiles at you and then lands another hit. Then another, and then another.

The sting is addictive, just like he is. It leaves you writhing in both pain and pleasure and yet you still want more. “M- more, please,” you quietly beg and Chris coos at you as if you're a pet. And the truth isn’t far off. The coolness of his rings is both brutal and comforting. It soothes you yet acts as if they didn’t just hurt you. “You want more, baby?” he asks in that sweet yet sultry condescending tone of his.

You nod your head and chew on your bottom lip. “‘S too bad you’re gonna have to take what I give you and keep quiet, baby,” he husks, and you whine loudly. Chris flips your bodies around and suddenly you’re on your back, and he’s leaning over you. He locks lips with you and you try your hardest to keep up with the kiss.

His lips move sloppily against yours, but you don’t mind because you’ll take anything he gives you. You moan into true kiss and Chris wedges his knee between your legs. You’d hump him like a bunny because that’s what the demon on your shoulder is telling you to do. But the last time you did something without his permission, you weren’t allowed to make him come for a week.

You just know you’re soaking his jeans but neither of you cares. Chris kisses the corner of your mouth and trails down to your neck, peppering kisses behind as if he’s leaving a trail on your body for when he’s going to explore you later. The stubble on his cheeks and jaw tickles you and Chris falls even more in love with you as your laughter fills the air.

“D- Dada…” you whisper to him as you tilt your head back. His lips land on that sweet spot of yours and your back arches off the couch. Chris smiles against your skin and begins to suck on that sweet spot. Your breath hitches as he bites, licks and sucks on your skin. He marks you up like no other, and you know how much he loves to know that you’re all his.

“Dada… No teasing, please,” you sweetly ask in your soft tone. And how can he turn you down? “In a bit, little girl, be patient for Daddy.” Chris continues to mark you up until he’s satisfied. The feeling of his teeth against your neck and collar bones makes you even wetter than you already are. Possessiveness is carried in his movements, and it only drives you to be needier.

Chris moves further down from your collar bones to the valley of your breasts. Each curve of yours makes him want to sin without any repentance afterwards. He places a kiss there and then looks up at you. “Please, Daddy,” you whisper so quietly it takes him a few seconds to realize what you’ve said. Chris’s hand wraps around your body to your back.

He slowly unclasps your bralette and drags it away from your body at the same pace. You both maintain eye contact all whilst he undresses you to your vulnerability. Chris throws your bra somewhere behind him and places his hands on your body. “Aw, baby… You’re so cute and small,” he sweetly says in an almost shocking manner. Almost as if he doesn't use the size difference as a weapon to make you all soft and mushy.

“Hm, thank you, Daddy,” you tell him because good girls always have manners. “So good, using your manners for Daddy,” he praises, and you wonder if he can read your mind. Your Daddy can do anything, so it would be no surprise if he can. Chris sits upon his knees, but he remains in his towering position. Gently, and with care, he spreads your legs open until he’s satisfied.

He watches as you clench your needy pussy. He just knows your clit is throbbing, and you’re tingly because he just has that effect on you. “Poor baby… Is this all for Daddy?” he asks, and you quickly nod. “Say it, tell me it’s all because of me,” he growls placing his hands on your thighs. Chris slowly moves his hands further down your thighs. His touch is gentle, and he can feel the goosebumps on your thighs beginning to raise.

“‘S all yours, daddy. It’s all because of you,” you tell him breathlessly. “And this pussy is all mine, isn’t it, little girl?” he asks, inching closer to your wet pussy. “Mhm, only yours, Daddy!” you happily assure him, and he smirks at you. “That’s right, little girl. And since it’s all mine, doesn’t that mean I can do whatever I want with it?” he questions, and you nod with no hesitance at all.

Chris traces your wet pussy with his ring-donned pointer finger. “Oh my…” you gasp at the feeling. It may not be much, but your sensitive little pussy struggles to handle it. You clench around nothing again, and he watches, before chuckling at you. “Such a pretty pussy you have, baby, I can’t fucking wait to ruin it,” Chris growls, and you whimper. “Gonna fill you up with my cum after I fuck you, little girl,” he promises, and you never wanted to be fucked so badly until now.

He wonders if his cock could even fit inside you. Usually, he’d want to eat you out and finger you to prepare you. But he’s now thinking with what’s between his legs, and not what’s between his ears. He trails that same pointer finger on your pussy, and becomes mesmerized with the sight. Chris watches as your hole drools with want and need, whilst you watch him.

His already dark eyes are blown out with lust, and it only turns you on even more. Chris knows you’re watching him. He’s not one of the best agents in the FBI for no reason. He looks up at you, and you lock eyes with each other. He smirks and pulls his hand away from your pussy. You hold back a whine, but you still pout in disappointment. Chris begins to unbuckle his pants, and you’re filled with eagerness.

You smile widely, and he coos. “Aw, you’re such a desperate little slut, it’s adorable,” he chuckles, and you shy away. He pulls down his jeans along with his boxers slowly. Chris takes off his jeans and boxers completely, and throws them somewhere around the house. You watch as his cock bounces up and leaks with pre-cum. You just know he’s aching because of how red his cock is.

He’s big, and you already know that. But seeing him in all his naked glory is just something else. The simple yet not so simple idea of Chris’s cock being inside of you is electrifying. It’s both terrifying and exciting. He grabs the base of his cock and the prickly hair pokes the soft skin of his hands, but he doesn’t care. His left hand goes back to your pussy, and begins to rub circles on your clit.

“Oh… Daddy,” you moan quietly. The pleasure is almost overwhelming, so you involuntarily try to shut your legs and keep Chris out. Your knees touch for a brief moment, and he’s having none of that. He separates your legs and climbs on top of you, all while staring you directly in the eyes. His cock drags against your inner thigh. “Oh, is it too much for you, little one?” he asks with faux pity in his tone. You nod and clench your fists to control yourself.

“Too fucking bad, you’re gonna take whatever I give you, and you’re not gonna complain. Isn’t that right, little girl?” he sneers, and you gasp. Usually, you can’t handle someone who raises their voice in the slightest. But hearing Chris do it makes the butterflies in your stomach fly. “Yes, Daddy,” you hum delightfully, and he smiles. “Good girl,” he praises. Chris presses harder on your sensitive pearl of nerves and rubs you in faster circles.

“Daddy…” You moan and it goes straight to his cock. He looks up at you and just knows you’re beginning to drive up that cliff. He slows down his ministrations on your nub, and you bite back a loud whine. “You’re so needy, baby… Already so close to coming, it’s kind of pathetic…” he trails off and more wetness leaks out of you. You’re absolutely soaked and are a little bit ashamed of it.

“Please, Daddy! I’m so close, I’ll do anything,” you beg, but he just doesn’t buy it. “You’ll already do anything I tell you, baby, begging is so useless,” Chris chortles. You let out a small huff and move your hips in a circle, grinding against his thumb. In a flash of blurry moments, Chris pulls his hand away from your pussy and wraps around your neck. He squeezes the sides of your throat, and you gasp quite loudly.

He raises his eyebrow in warning, and you nod in understanding. “Good girl, I don’t want to put you over my knee when I’m feeling so gracious,” he assures, and you smile. Chris brings the tip of his cock to your swollen, needy clit and his pre-cum begins to mix with your wetness. You both moan softly as he rubs his tip on your clit. Your bottom lip finds a home between your teeth and Chris’s tongue swipes over his.

The sight and feeling of his cock on your silky pussy make him so weak in the knees. “Fuck, baby, do you like that? You like it when Daddy makes you feel good with his cock?” Chris asks in a deep, gravelly voice. “Yeah, Daddy… love it so much…” you tell him through a mushy haze of pleasure.

“You’re getting all dumb and stupid already? You’re so cute, little one,” he purrs, and you giggle at his words even though there’s nothing funny about them. “Do you want my cock, little baby? Say it, tell Daddy you want his cock,” he urges, and you look down to where you’re both nearly connected.

“I wan’ your cock, Daddy. Want it so bad, I need it, Daddy,” you beg, and Chris hums. “Just a little more, little girl, it’s like music to my ears,” he smirks, and you bite your bottom lip. “Sing for me, hummingbird,” he pushes, and you just go with whatever your neediness tells you to do.

“I wanna feel your cock deep inside me, Daddy. I want your cum to fill me up until I’m leaking and all stupid. Please, Daddy, please fuck me. I really want your cock, I need it,” you beg and blood rushes to his face and cock. “Fuck, yeah, I’ll give you my fucking cock, and you better take it like the good girl you are,” he growls, and you whimper. Chris slowly drags the fat tip of his shaft down to your drooling, slutty hole.

You whimper loudly, and he looks back at you. Fear is written all over that pretty face of yours, and Chris knows the exact reason why. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be gentle, okay? If you want to stop just say so, and I’ll listen. I won’t hurt you, darling. I promise,” he gently reassures you. You sigh with an almost heavy yet full heart.

You then nod and Chris thanks you for allowing him to fully make you his. “Wanna hold your hand, Dada… Please,” you ask pleasantly, and he nods. “In a bit, little girl, I just need to be careful,” he whispers. Chris slowly begins to push into your wet, tight cunt. You swallow him slowly, and the sight is mesmerizing.

The tightness of your cunt squeezes him in a strong hug, and he wishes he could be buried deep inside you for the rest of his life. “Fuck- Baby, you feeling so fucking good,” he moans while trying to compose himself. You’re still whimpering from the pain, and your chest is rising and falling at a fast pace.

“C- Can I push all the way in, little one? It’ll only hurt for a bit,” he asks, and he looks deep into your eyes. “Mhm… Wanna feel your cock deep inside me, Daddy, please,” you beg, and Chris tries his hardest not to come right here, right now. He thrusts his hips forward, and bottoms out inside you completely.

Your mouth falls open, and you’re silently screaming. The pain isn’t too much, but you feel as though the wind is being knocked out of you. Chris shifts a bit, and that’s when you start to feel it more. He’s so deep inside you, and he’s splitting you in two. “Breathe, baby, breathe,” he says.

You realize you’re holding your breath and it’s no wonder why your heart was beating out of your chest. “You’re doing so- so well, darling. Your little cunny looks so nice when it’s stuffed full with my cock,” he groans, and you whimper. “Dada, is hurtin’...” you whisper, and Chris wants to pull out because he can’t stand the thought of his little girl being hurt.

“Do you want me to stop, little one?” he asks, but you quickly shake your head in objection. Even though the pressure in your core is dwindling, and even though you feel a little too full, you don’t want him to stop. “No stopping, Daddy, please,” you whine and flail your arms towards him. He shushes you soothingly, and you calm down as soon as he flashes a stern look.

The pain soon burns away into nothing but dust and ash, and you finally see why he was so desperate to shove his cock inside of your cunt. It turns into pleasure and your pussy leaks around him. You’re soaking Chris’s cock with no shame at all. “Oh, fuck, baby… You feel so fucking good,” he moans, and you follow with a gasp. “I like the way y- you feel inside me, Daddy, makes me all tingly…” you admit shyly, and Chris chuckles.

“Yeah? Bet it makes you want to be fucked stupid, right, baby?” he questions with a playful smirk on his face. “Yes, Daddy,” you moan. You’re never aware of your surroundings because you’re too caught up in the moments. It’s something Chris scolds you for, but you never learn. But in this moment, you can feel everything. The veins on his cock throb against your silky walls, and you can feel his balls against your ass. His hot breath fans over you as Chris struggles to compose himself.

He slowly drags his hips backwards, pulling out of your pussy until his tip is the only thing in your cunt. The sudden almost-emptiness is surprising, but you quickly get used to it. Chris then pushes back into your pussy, and you moan loudly. “Fucking hell, little one,” he curses under his breath as he bottoms out again. He begins to fuck into you slowly and gently, careful to not hurt you. Even if he wants to fuck you until you’re crying.

The sound of skin on skin is quiet and almost unintelligible. The squelching sounds from your wet pussy and moans fill the room. Chris gently grips your hips and watches as your face contorts into a frown of pleasure and not pain. “Daddy…” you pant softly as you look up at Chris. “Yeah, baby? Am I hurting you?” he asks out of worry. “N-No, it feels so good…” you trail off as one particular thrust lands near your g-spot. And he knows that.

“Wan’ you to fuck me hard, wan’ you to destroy me, Daddy. Please fuck me like the slut I am…” you gently beg and Chris halts his thrusts. His cock twitches inside of you because of your words. Only he can corrupt an innocent angel such as yourself. “Shit- Little one, I don’t want to hurt you, that’s why I’m being so gentle,” Chris explains, but you shake your head. “You could never hurt me, Daddy. Please, I need you,” you beg for one last time, unaware of what you’ve done to him.

Chris roughly pushes his cock back into your cunt without warning. “Awe, I see. My little princess wants to be fucked like the whore she is, hm? Well, whatever princess wants, she gets,” he growls because beginning to fuck you roughly. You moan loudly at the feeling as with each thrust, his cock pummels against your sweet spot roughly. His pelvic bone rubs against your swollen clit and his grip on your hips tightens.

“Daddy!” you cry out as Chris pounds into your poor pussy. The room fills with moans, groans, curse words and wet sounds that all come from the art you two are making. “Aw, what’s wrong, little girl? Can’t take daddy’s cock anymore? Hm? Well, I don’t really give a fuck, you’re just gonna lie there, and take what I give you like a good fucking girl,” he sneers, and you push at his chest.

“It’s so sensitive!” you wail like a little bitch in heat. “But I bet you don’t want me to stop, do you?” Chris asks as a moan bleeds past his plump lips. “Uh-uh, please don’t stop, Daddy!” you squeal after a harsh thrust. The stretch of Chris’s cock is amazing, and you never want the feeling to stop. Chris’s hand leaves your hip and crawls all the way up to your neck. He wraps his fingers around your throat, and squeezes the sides, making you clench tightly around his big, thick cock.

He lowers his face to yours and watches as you react to the way he’s being rough with you. “Oh, God!” you cry out as he makes his thrusts more powerful. “Actually, it’s just ‘Daddy’, but I’m fine with that too,” he slyly smirks. You’re too fucked out to even laugh at his joke. Your eyes roll back into your skull and your back begins to arch off of the couch. “Awe, are you gonna come around my big fat cock already, slut? How cute,” Chris mocks.

You nod your head and begin babbling like a baby. “But remember, little girl, I have to give you permission to come, okay?” he reminds you, and you whine. Chris’s hand around your throat moves up to grab your jaw, and he stops thrusting into you. “None of that is allowed. Don’t forget your place, little girl,” Chris warns with fury seething through his words. You mumble an apology, trying to formulate the proper words to speak.

“Seems like I really did fuck you stupid,” he chuckles, and you moan at his words. You clamp down on his cock, tempting him to do what you want, like a siren using her voice to lure men into the sea. “Open your mouth up first, little girl,” he orders, and you obediently listen. The searing arousal in your core begins to fade away, and you feel a panic beginning to rise inside you.

Chris drags his hand back down to your throat and rests it there. You watch as he puckers his lips up, and suddenly, he spits into your mouth. You open your mouth even wider and stretch your tongue out. His saliva lands directly on your tongue, and you wait for further instructions before you give in to your desires.

“Swallow it, little girl,” he instructs, and you do exactly so. You open your mouth back up just to earn some praise. “Good fucking girl. The best baby ever,” he smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, Daddy! … Can I have cummies now?” you lovingly ask your Daddy.

“Of course, little one,” he says as he smiles down at you. Chris begins to fuck into you again, deep and hard. With each thrust, he pounds your g-spot and his balls slap against your ass. His remaining hand on your hip moves down to your clit, rubbing your little button with rough circles.

“Daddy… ‘m gonna come!” you moan loudly and Chris fucks you harder. “Come one, baby, come all over my big cock like the good girl you are,” he urges. The building feeling inside you increases, and you feel yourself getting closer to your release. “Fucking come, little girl, wanna hear you sing for me,” he growls. And with one specific thrust, you find yourself coming undone beneath him.

The sight is so fucking beautiful. Watching you as your eyes turn up, your mouth falls open and your cunt hugging his cock just gets him going, and he wishes he could take a picture of you right now. “D- Daddy! Oh, my-” You cut yourself off with a loud moan and Chris keeps on rubbing your clit and fucking you through your orgasm.

You soak his cock until it’s dripping and even then you’re still coming. You moan loudly and Chris can feel himself getting closer to his orgasm. His balls begin to tighten up and a droplet of sweat drips from his neck down to his chest. “Daddy, are you gonna come?” you sweetly ask as he fucks you through your orgasm whilst chasing his own.

“Yeah, baby, Daddy’s gonna fill you up with his cum. I’m gonna leave you leaking with my seed,” Chris growls as he fucks you faster. “Please, Daddy… Please, I want your cum so badly! Please fill me up with your cum, Daddy,” you beg and Chris tosses his head back.

“Fuck, yes, yes yes,” he shouts as his balls tighten up again. He quickens his pace until white, hot, thick ropes of cum spurts out from his aching tip. He fulfills his promise and your wish, filling you up with his cum until there’s nothing left. His cum mixes with your juices as he paints your walls with no expertise whatsoever. Chris slumps on top of your body, engulfing you in a bear hug as his cock remains buried inside of you.

You’re both panting and struggling to come down from the euphoric feelings. You look up at Chris make lock eyes with him for the nth time. There’ll never be a day where you don’t get lost in his eyes. They’re beautiful, absolutely beautiful. “You did so fucking good, little one,” he praises, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“Thank you very, very much, Daddy,” you slur, feeling yourself beginning to sleep into little space. “Daddy?” you call out, tapping his bicep after a few seconds. “Yeah, baby?” he asks, lifting himself up to get a better view of your face. “Will you really stay?” you ask with a bit of worry in your voice. He sighs with a full heart.

“Always.”

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