#rusty babygirl LET THAT MAN GO

[saintlioncourt]

haha what if I told you not to steal those incan matrimonial head masks to piss off your ex wife and you went to jail for four years cause you didnt listen to me and I was the first person you looked for after getting out and I was still mad but I agreed to help you rob three casinos and then I found out you were doing it to win back your ex wife and I got mad again but still helped you plan everything and then we stole millions of dollars and you went back to jail for it but I was there when you got released and you made fun of my clothes but I still drove you home-

[paulkleestan]

I’m honestly tired of people babygirling Beavis both in and outside the fandom and I don’t think the movie or 2022 revival helps much. Even if people keep his a-hole teen boy nature they still characterize him as that way just because of Butt-Head goading him - so here’s a list of awful things Beavis has done - mostly outside of Butt-Head’s influence

Sadistically pulled a bumblebee’s limbs and wings off just to watch it squirm and suffer (You Might Think music video)

Stomped on and killed multiple men unprovoked in the Godzilla opening sequence of Do America (Butt-Head only swatted a helicopter away because it was in his face while trying to put the moves on a chick)

Said he would kiss a dead chick (“Candy Sale”)

Falsely accused a man of child molestation as a joke (“Manners suck”)

Stole the wallet off a guy he thought he killed (“Patsies”)

Was fine with letting Butt-Head drown (“Water Safety”) and wanted to burn him alive (“The Special One”)

Called a woman “old” and said she “should do something about that” in group therapy and made her cry (“Close Encounters”)

Claimed that he only cares about himself and everyone else should die (“Mr. Anderson’s Balls”)

Thought it would be funny if a guy fell on a pitchfork and it impaled him in the stomach (Rusty Cage music video commentary)

Asked if chicks would do anything he wanted in heaven (“The Final Judgment of Beavis”)

Peeped in on a woman going to the bathroom (“Vs the Vending Machine”)

Put a piece of paper up the butt of a horsefly and watch it slowly die of exhaustion while he looks upon it with glee (“Most Wanted”)

[akaikali]

TMAGP EP 10 REACTION (SPOILERS)

WAIT OH MY GOD. DID THEY USE MR. BONZO AT THE MAGNUS INSTITUTE FOR THEIR CHILD EXPERIMENTS???? ALSO THIS IS VERY GIVING ANNABELLE CANE CHILDREN'S TV SHOW.

MR. BONZO???? NIGEL DICKERSON???? This is strange especially after last ep Gwen was just told to go find Nigel Dickerson. I wonder who's seeing this case reading.

HELLO??? IS THAT THE MAN BEHIND THE SLAUGHTER???? KILLING PEOPLE IN A COSTUME?????

Oh my God hello???? "Why won't he let me go??" INTERESTING. IS MR. BONZO GONNA BE LIKE. A THING.

COLIN???? HE SOUNDS???? BETTER??????

Oh never mind he's still trying to kill the puters.

"Sam there us honestly nowhere I'd rather be than here with you." ALICE RIZZ DAMN GIRLLLLL

Hmm interesting that this one just...Played for Celia. Coincidentally at the same time Gwen is going to confront Nigel. And with Celia's curious nature, well... I think we might see some more Celia and Gwen?? Maybe??? Also no puter voices for Celia???

"Ow" okay that was adorable Sam

"Carved floor in the big atrium" HEY WHAT HELLO???? ARE THERE SYMBOLS OR SOMETHING??? PERHAPS OF THE FEARS???

OH MY GOD GWEN. SHE BABYGIRLED TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN.

ALICE IS SO WEAK FOR SAM AKSHAJFBE

"I'm sorry for this" FOR CALLING A FUCKING MURDEROUS CLOWN ON ME???? FUCK OFF BONZO????

"Can he read???" Oh this is "You don't sound Russiam?" coded

Okay yeah so. So. So yeah. Like I. Okay yeah I get why Lena is doing what she is. But also like. Hey what is Bonzo exactly bc that sure doesn't seem like a human! And also exactly who is he going to kill?

WAIT. WAIT WAIT WAIT. TAPE RECORDERS IN AN OFFICE??? ARCHIE??? ARCHIVE? OH MY GOD THIS IS TOO MUCH.

Also does Nigel just. Have a pet murderous clown now. Is that what's happening. Reading.

OTHERWORLDLY POWER????

"Gosh ur sexy" YEAH YOU ARE ALICE

"Why they chose us...Why they didn't choose me" hmMmMMmmMm my theory about Sam being the opposite of Jon is popping off. Jon never chose to be an avatar but I feel like Sam might chose to be something...Not an avatar but SOMETHING.

Alice PLEASE BABYGIRL. YOU'RE SO OBVIOUS.

IM SORRY. THE TRAPDOOR???? WHAT?????? SOMEONE IS BREATHING???? SO THE HOLE IMPLIES THE TUNNELS STILL EXIST WHICH BY PROXY MEANS THE PANOPTICON MIGHT STILL EXIST??? AND THE TRAPDOOR EXISTING. I DONT EVEN KNOW MAN WHAT THE FUCK.

I JUST CHECKED THE AUDIO CREDITS AND BETH EYRE??? AS IN LUCIA WRIGHT BETH EYRE???? AS IN MISS MA'AM WHO ESCAPED THE FLESH RITUAL AND TOLD GERTRUDE ABOUT IT????

AND NOW WE GOT NOTHING FOR THE NEXT 4 WEEKS YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME RUSTY QUILL IM GONNA GO INSANE-

Edit: MY DUMB ASS MISSED THE WORM TRACK COMMENT HEY ALICE WHAT THE FUCK. HEY I RLY HOPS JANE PRENTISS IS NOT WORMING AROUND. I WANT HER TO BE HAPPY AND LOVED.

[kivaember]

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

48. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

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37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

man i've written so many fic and in armored core fandom i feel like my fics get quite a bit of traction considering how small the fandom is. i mean averaging between 40 kudos on those fics is pretty impressive!

But I suppose (strictly sticking to my current fandom of AC6) I would like some of my Walt/Mich and Flatwell/O'Keeffe to get more traction, even though I'm aware they're fringe ships compared to the likes of viv621. But it's fine I'll write for like the five people who like those fics so we can all go insane together haha

I will say I'm very surprised that the rusty/freud fic (or viviv as i'm gonna call their shipname lmao) got as much attention as i did since i think i'm the only one?? who's written that?? it is a good ship though. consumed my brain with ideas for it. hope i'll inspire other people too with that.

48. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

Oh man with this question I'm gonna do more than one. Let's see top five I've read recently are:

helping the world via murder, a guide by your local reformed terrorist by RK7200 which is a Jujutsu Kaisen/Naruto crossover. I'm totally blind to JJK but the premise intrigued me to try it and man, it's a good read and you can easily get by with very minimal JJK knowledge so long as you're savvy with your Naruto lore. Tl;dr Obito after dying revives as a curse in JJK world, and sends Gojo down the conspiracy rabbit hole thinking Obito is evidence of a big cover up in the Jujutsu world. Hilarious misunderstandings by all.

2. Mana by Eiruwei, an OC/Shisui Naruto fic that is amazingly written and I thoroughly enjoyed it, esp with how the person wrote their OC and explored their relationship with the Uchiha and Shisui. Really recommend giving it a read.

3. never gonna give you up by owlings, which is a Rusty-centric fic on trying to figure out who O'Keeffe's "babygirl" is (and being traumatised when he learns the answer is Flatwell). Genuinely made me laugh a lot and is very well-written, so please check it out.

4. SATOKO by quantumghosts, which is an OC-insert fic for Naruto and this is also amazingly written. Tl;dr an OC is isekai'd into Naruto as a female Naruto, and it does incredibly worldbuilding and character development between the characters, and Satoko really distinguishes herself as 'Naruto'. Really recommend this read.

5. Letters to Monsters by beccadbuss, this is yet another OC in Naruto fic, and it focuses on an OC and their relationship with the Bijuu before they're sealed away. Has a lot of focus on literature and the lessons they impart on people, and how sometimes an open hand and a willingness to understand achieves more than brute force. Genuinely an amazing read and I recommend!

6. Fire Rebirth by Blackbirdo, as a bonus sixth entry because I remembered it and it is genuinely fucking hilarious. Zuko is reincarnated as Itachi in Naruto and I read it if only because the summary read:

"To Zuko's great relief, his new family were not part of a cult. Instead they seemed to be rather normal; they were well-mannered, cultured, fire-breathing people who were very assured of their own superiority, and had a family history of insanity."

Seriously recommend it if you want a bit of silliness with a dash of "Zuko is somehow the only sane person here, incredibly, sort of".

Right, well! Those are my fanfic recommendations! You can tell I love OCs and people shipping OCs with canon characters and crossovers because yes, it results in many glorious stories tbh.

Thanks for the questions!

[junova]

heard you got a boyfriend?

mauds' concept 𖡼 ︎ִֶָ⁀ ➷ — window sex. that's the plot.

pairing 𖡼 ︎ִֶָ⁀ ➷ — boyfriend's dad!andy barber x fem!reader

warnings 𖡼 ︎ִֶָ⁀ ➷ — 18+ only [MINORS DNI] unprotected sex, anal (fem receiving - oral/fingering/penetration), degradation, hair pulling, age gape, reader's in early twenties, andy in early forties, boyfriend's dad!andy, extreme daddy kink, voyeurism, cheating, threesome (mentioned), creampie

author's note 𖡼 ︎ִֶָ⁀ ➷ — lmao so....i was horny and this is the result. also this is the first time i'm writing smut in a year so your girl may be a little rusty. hope you enjoy. <3

wc 𖡼 ︎ִֶָ⁀ ➷ — 1.5k+

“You’re being such a good girl for daddy. Fuck, baby.” You weren’t sure how you were still taking him, his cock nearly splitting you in half.

The rhythm teasingly slow as he fucked into you, but hard enough for you could feel him every time. “So patient tonight, baby. So proud of you babygirl.”

“Just wanna be your good girl, daddy. Just for you.” His meaty hands grabbed your ass as he lifted you off the bathroom counter and carried you into his bedroom.

His cock rubbing against your clit nearly made you scream — you weren’t sure how much more you could take. Andy kept bringing you right to the edge and then ripping it right away.

He chuckled darkly as you let out a pathetic wine as his dick slipped out of you.

You thought he was going to fuck you on his bed, but instead he pressed your naked body against the window, your breasts on display for the entire neighborhood to see and for Jake, your boyfriend — Andy’s son — if he returned with his mother sooner rather than later.

Andy didn’t let you complain for too long as he sunk to his knees, tongue circling your puckered hole. Wrapping his left arm around your stomach, pulling you close to him as he steadied your weight.

Stopping only to spit in your hole, before he was lapping at you like a starved man.

Gripping his hand in yours so you’d have something to hold on as he fucked your ass with his sinful tongue, making you chant his name like a prayer.

Much to his liking, you pushed your ass out even more, nearly begging for him to fuck your glory hole.

“Daddy, it feels so good. Fuck.” God, you knew you should feel just a little bit guilty — letting his father ruin every part his dick could reach — but not when Andy knew could play you like the most beautiful symphony you've ever heard.

He knew what made you tick, all the kinks he seemed to pull out of you, how to fuck you through an orgasm until he had you coming at least two more times, or the way he punished you — blurring the lines between pain and pleasure.

“I bet it does, angel.” He said nothing more he spread your cheeks apart, gripping the skin, before spitting in your hole again — not that you need any more lubricant.

Using his fingers to spread your pussy open, two fingers splitting you open as he thumb toyed with your clit. The moans you released making Andy’s dick twitch in his boxers.

“I need your cock, daddy. I need it so bad.”

God, did you ever.

“I know baby, but daddy’s too big. Have to open you up first, angel.” Slowly, making sure you were comfortable, before he was thrusting his fingers into a rhythm that you your body shaking, tits pressed into the glass as you moaned out.

But it’d been so long since you had an opportunity to fuck him, and it just felt too good — you were so close.

“Baby, please. I need your cock so bad. Need to feel you inside me daddy, I wanna feel you.” He’d been toying with you all night and it seemed Andy would continue to do so.

“You call that begging? Tell me how much you want my fucking cock, angel."

“Daddy, I need you fuck me in the ass with your thick, fat cock. I want you to fill my ass with your cum until I can’t take it anymore.” Before you could take a breather, he shoved his fingers in your mouth making you taste your slick on his fingers.

“Is this what you wanted, angel?” Feeling him slid into your ass, stretching you until it burned, moaning out his name. “Fuck, I could stay here forever. It’s all mine, isn't it my little cockslut?”

“Yes, daddy. Fuck, it’s all yours.” Shifting his hands to your hips massaging them softly, before he was moving, thrusting you into so harshly you weren’t sure how you were even taking him.

All you could hear was the sound of his balls slapping against your ass as he buried himself deeper. Then you saw him, Andy’s neighbor — Ari.

Watching as Andy picked up the speed, thrusting into you at brutal pace, the warning you were trying to give fell flat on your tongue.

Especially with look he was giving you, smirking as he watched you, wondering how your moans sounded as the blissfully fucked our expression wash over you.

Taking your hair by his hand, pulling you until you were arching your back at an unbelievable angle, as you clenched around him. Even more aroused knowing Ari, the sex symbol messiah himself, was watching you.

He enjoyed the view, watching you get pressed up against the window from his front yard — presenting like the divine feminine herself.

You were so close, his pace so brutal as he speared in your hole, dying for you to cum all over his cock.

Then your worst nightmare, Jake and his mom pulled into the driveway as Ari kept his eyes on you.

“Andy, there here, we need to move.” Your voice suddenly finds some clarity. “Not until you come princess.” Pulling your hair even more until you pressed against his chest and he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“Come on baby, unless you want him to find out how much of a whore you really are? Is that what you want? Do you want him to see how much you love his daddy’s dick?” His filthy words bringing you closer just as much as cock was.

“I bet you would like that, huh? Have him watch as you fall apart, giving me all you have? Maybe he would even be lucky to see you squirt, he hasn’t been able to do that to you has he? Only daddy can fuck you like the toy you are until you see the stars.” Your ass pushing against him as you clenched around him, hard.

“Fuck angel, you’re close are you? I almost wish he could see this. How you’re so fucking perfect for me. Letting me fuck this ass, letting me fuck you in the shower while you’re begging to come. If I wanted to you’d let me fuck you in front him, wouldn't you?”

Desperately you nodded, begging for a release only he could provide.

“Daddy, I’d let you do whatever.” Panicking as Jake and Laurie funneled out of the car.

“They’re gonna be see me any second, daddy. Please.” You couldn’t be deprived again, you need a release.

“How about Ari? Would you let Ari and I fuck your tight holes, baby? I might even let him come inside you.” It’s all it took, before you were coming undone around him. Hot, white come warming his cock, nearly sending him over the edge.

“You want to suck him off while I fuck you princess?” The promise in his words had your pussy pulsating, screaming out his name.

“Oh, I bet he has a fat, fucking cock. I might even have to get a taste for myself, angel.” God, he wanted to kill you.

“Or maybe I should punish you for not telling Daddy Ari was watching. Maybe I should just let you watch as he fucks my ass, I can only imagine the whines he could pull out of me.”

“Fuck, baby, I want to watch you get fucked, daddy.” Yours words sending Andy over the edge as abused your tight hole, his cum mixing with your own.

“Such a good girl for me, my perfect little angel.” His pace slowing down as he filled you to the brim. You head resting against his shoulder blade as he pulls you out of you and brings you into the bathroom to clean you up, before he puts you in the small dress you were wearing.

“I meant it, baby.” He kissed your lips sweetly, pouring every ounce of his love.

"What, daddy?"

“Ari. He caught us fucking that one night in the car, he’s been wanting to join. Only if you’re okay with it, Angel.” Running your fingers through his hair as he wrapped his hands around your waist.

“Maybe, I’d be into it.” You chucked shyly, burying your face into the crook of his neck — not wine drunk or cock drunk enough to have this conversation.

“Really? Because I’m pretty sure you just came to the idea of it, angel.”

“Shut up, baby.” You kissed his cheek sweetly, before sneaking downstairs before Jake or his mom got suspicious of your absence.

[doomh3ad]

Masterlist part 2

Winslow Foxworth "Foxy" Coltrane (3 from Hell)

Collaring headcanons

Pet names

Helping author S/O with writer's block

Pinhead (Hellraiser)

Hugs

Pet names

Reader who uses a binder

Reader getting an abortion

Hierophilia / blasphemy kink

Going with his S/O to get a piercing

Kissing him in panic before he kills you

Male reader spraining ankle

Kurt Kunkle (Spree)

NSFW with a dominant male reader

S/O telling him that he's looking submissive and breedable

S/O calling him babygirl

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight (Saw)

Breathplay

S/O who wants to ride his thigh

S/O telling him that he's looking submissive and breedable

S/O calling him babygirl

Celebrating his S/O's birthday

Kinktober Day 3: Brat Taming

Lawrence Gordon (Saw)

S/O who wants to ride his thigh

Orgasm denial with a dominant reader

Collaring & praise with male reader

Peter Strahm (Saw)

Brat!Reader

NSFW with a dominant male reader

Punishing bratty female reader

Mark Hoffman (Saw)

Pegging

Mommy kink

Thigh riding

Having sex after working on a trap with male reader

Petplay with dominant reader

Praise and degradation with female reader

Submissive Mark with dominant hypnotist female reader

Amanda Young (Saw)

S/O who wants to ride her thigh

Rusty Nail (Joyride)

AFAB!Reader who dislikes anyone touching her hips

Jealous sex

Fluff with overworked reader

Housewife reader

Theatre actress reader

Relationship headcanons

Female! S/O into pet play

Dirty talking over CB radio

Ash Williams (Evil Dead)

Wholesome taking a bath with him

Sharing a bed with him

Overstimulation with submissive reader

Daddy kink + dirty talk

Celebrating his S/O's birthday

S/O who survived the cabin with him

Female!Reader who is obsessed with fantasy things

Ian McKinley (Final Destination 3)

Staying cool in summer with reader

Yandere! Ian McKinley

Patrick Hockstetter (IT 2019)

Choking kink headcanons

The Man (Hush 2016)

NSFW short fic

Punishments, giving & receiving

Arkin O'Brien (The Collector)

NSFW headcanons

Hugs

Pet names

Jason Voorhees (Friday The Thirteenth)

S/O with ulcerative colitis

Candyman / Daniel Robitaille (Candyman)

Kissing him in panic before he kills you (short fic)

Pet names

Kinktober Day 1 : Body Worship

Thomas Hewitt (TCM remake)

You wearing his shirt and nothing under it

Reader getting an abortion

S/O who gets giggly and flustered at cuddles & kisses

AFAB!Reader who dislikes anyone touching her hips

Kissing him in panic before he kills you

Animalistic killer partner

Cockwarming

Offering him sexual favours so he'll let you live

Holding his S/0

Chubby/fat S/O

Bubba Sawyer (TCM)

Animalistic killer partner

Amber Freeman (Scream 5)

Hugs

Fluff

Richie Kirsch (Scream 5)

Hugs

Gabriel May (Malignant)

Voice kink & possessive praise

Giving AFAB! S/O oral

Billy Lenz (Black Christmas)

Smut drabble

Rick Grimes (The Walking Dead)

NSFW headcanons

Being protective over his girlfriend

Rough sex with female reader

Negan Smith (The Walking Dead)

Celebrating his S/O's birthday

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead)

Dominant male!reader praising him during sex after he degrades himself

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Vampire Eddie fic

Miscellaneous / General

Date night - choose your own slasher date masterlist

Being an honorary member of the Firefly family

Some thoughts on the collector+collection

Slasher positivity

Ghostface thirst

Housewife/domestic with the slashers

House of Wax Vampire AU - teaser fic and original concept

[sinner-as-saint]

I Am Your Fall.

Mob!Bucky x Ex-Spy!Reader

Run-through: You’re hiding from your past, in Madripoor. You did nothing wrong, other than mix dangerous business with a lot of pleasure. You couldn’t go home because... he would find you and Madripoor was the only place he didn’t do business, or had any allies or friends. But little did you know that the mob boss had finally found you after obsessively looking for you ever since you left, and left him in pieces. He didn’t want revenge, he just wanted the one thing he had hopelessly fallen in love with; who also happened to be the one who had betrayed him and hurt him more than anyone or any bullet ever did before - you. 

Themes: mob!bucky, smut, angst, fluff, Ex-Spy!Reader, slight daddy kink, guns

“The usual?” 

You nodded at the man in front of you with a faint smile as you took a seat at the bar. You kept the hood of your jacket up as you let out a quiet sigh. Moments later the bartender placed a glass half filled with whiskey and ice in front of you.

You whispered a ‘thank you’ and swirled the drink around in the glass before lifting it up to your lips and taking just the tiniest sip. You often came into this bar after work, just to feel normal again. You worked at a diner right around the corner; it was lowkey and shabby and didn’t attract many customers, neither did it pay well but you weren’t there for the money. 

Your last job, the one you had before ending up in Lowtown Madripoor, paid really well. So much so that you wouldn’t have to worry about money for a long, long time but you still had to blend in and pretend to be as normal as you could; hence the job at the diner. 

You thought of home as you took your second sip. You grew up in a nice family before joining the organization you worked for, as a spy. You let out a quiet little chuckle as you thought of how ever since you were a kid you wanted to grow up and catch bad guys. Which is exactly what you did as a spy. And you were great at your job, your organization couldn’t be prouder of your work. 

You took another sip. Everything was going great for you, until the day you were assigned to infiltrate the life of and take down the infamous mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. The day you heard that you were being sent to him, you were excited because James was notorious for a lot of bad things. You couldn’t wait to step inside his evil lair and take him down. What you didn’t know was that you would end up finding love right where it wasn’t supposed to be. 

You felt a strange knot in your gut as you thought of him. Bucky… 

Oh you had loved him despite his mean, dark demeanor. He was a cold-hearted man to the rest of the world, but only you got to see the warmer side of him. And you fell in love, harder, faster and deeper than you ever thought you could. It got to a point where you had to choose between either betraying your organization or betraying the man who shouldn’t have fallen in love with. That’s when you ran away, far from home. Far from your work which you loved so much, and far from him. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to betray him, nor did you have the courage to tell your people that you failed in an important mission all because you fell in love with the enemy. You knew what happened to people who betrayed Bucky, you had seen it. And you also knew what happened to spies and agents who betrayed the organization you worked for. Both of those situations weren’t ones you wished to find yourself in, so in order to save yourself, you ran. 

And now here you were. 

As you took another sip of your drink, you felt the hair at the back of your neck stand up out of nowhere as a shiver ran down your spine. You were being watched. During your training you were taught to absolutely trust your gut, and if you ever got the feeling that you were being watched it meant that there was a high chance that you actually were. 

Shit. 

You set your glass down and placed the money down beside it before slowly sliding off the stool and casually walking out of the bar. You made sure your hood was still up, and you tucked your hands in your pockets. Your fingertips gently felt the hand gun you always kept with you, just in case, secured at your waist under your jacket. 

You looked around, and so far no one was following you. The streets were busy given that it was a Friday night and you were sure that you could make it home safe because no one would attack you or anything in a crowd like this. 

You lived in a modest, 2-bedroom apartment. And you always took the fire escape at the back to get into your apartment because you didn’t trust the rusty elevator at the front, nor did you ever want to run into a neighbor or anyone by taking the stairs inside the building. The fire escape was discreet and lowkey. 

You entered your living room shortly and sensed that something was off. The air was colder somehow, and you never left any windows open. Ever. You shut the door behind you, not locking it. You gently took out your gun and held it out in front of you, at the ready. You moved stealthily, quietly. You knew which spots on the wooden flooring made the most noise so you avoided those. 

Someone was in here, you could tell. The air… it smelt different the further you walked into your apartment. You didn’t switch on any lights, you checked the kitchen first. Clear. The living room. Clear. The spare room. Clear. And your heart raced as you went into your bedroom. The door which normally always remained closed, was wide open. 

You couldn’t even run. Whatever it was, whoever it was you were gonna have to face it. You stepped into your room and with whatever little light was coming through the windows, you tried to scan the room. 

“Lower your gun, babygirl. You don’t need it. I’m not gonna hurt you, and I know you don’t wanna hurt me.” 

The sound of his voice had you frozen in the spot where you stood, a few feet away from your bed. The voice came from behind you. You slowly turned around, not lowering your gun and keeping it aimed right at him. It took you a few seconds to process everything. 

You could make out his silhouette as he stood in front of one of your bedroom windows. Tall, built, his metal arm glistening. He was here. You let out a shaky breath. He was here, he found you. 

You didn’t move from the spot that you were standing on. There was a time when whenever you saw him you’d run into his arms, and despite wanting to do just that even now, you knew you couldn’t. That was back then, this was different, wasn’t it? 

He sighed before moving, walking to the other side of the room to light a table lamp. The soft, golden light illuminated the room just enough. Your heart burned as you took in his appearance; dark suit as always, shorter hair, his metal arm just as intimidating and mean as always and his pretty blue eyes - the same ones you loved, belonging to a man who eventually became the reason why you had to leave your old life behind. 

Bucky was still; calm and composed as always. He was the kind of man who had mastered the art of looking completely steady even when he wasn’t. He could have a storm inside of him, or raging flames of anger but on the outside it would never show. He was as devious and subtle as a predator, moving with the grace and elegance of a ferocious but calculated animal. 

“You seriously thought that moving across the globe and changing your hair color would keep me away from you?” He sounded like he was mocking you. “Took me about almost a year, but I found you.” He walked towards you, making you envy the way he could move so effortlessly. You couldn’t read him. His face was… blank. Void of any emotion. 

He spoke again once he stood right in front of you. “Now, you’re gonna tell me why you ran away.” 

You remained quiet. He could tell you were thinking. He could always tell, he knew you too well. You made a makeshift plan in your head. If you were to shoot him in his arm, just to injure him enough to make him lose his focus, you could grab the emergency bag you always kept under your bed and run. But you didn’t want to hurt him. 

Also, how far would you go? Knowing Bucky, if he had made it to Madripoor he probably had his men surrounding this apartment building right now; all armed and ready to fight. He probably even had people from here all the way to Hightown; which meant that even if you ran from here right now you wouldn’t be able to make it out of Madripoor. 

Like you said earlier, he had found you. There was no way to run anymore. 

“I know you’re thinking about running again.” He teased, shoving his hands in his pockets, letting you know that he had his guard down; which meant that he had thought this through. “Maybe you have an emergency bag somewhere, or you plan on shooting at me to distract me and make a run for it.” He chuckled. “Trust me, you wouldn’t make it out of this apartment, babygirl. And even if by some miracle you did, I will burn this island to the ground to find you again.” 

Despite his tone being all calm, and almost monotonous you could hear the bitterness and the evil promise in his words. He was probably angry, he felt betrayed for sure, he was also frustrated given that he mentioned having searched for you for a year, he was also probably hungry for answers. 

You still remembered that night you left. Your people at work had been pestering you to hand over information and sending you all sorts of threats if you didn’t, but you also could no longer lie and manipulate Bucky, because you loved him. So you left in the middle of the night, leaving your old life, your job, the man you loved, your family, everything behind. 

No notes, no messages, nothing. You and him had been together for a little over a year at that point. And you just snuck out of a one year relationship with no explanation. It was wrong you’d admit, and Bucky had every right to be hurt and angry. 

“Answer me. Why did you run? Why did you leave out of nowhere? And didn’t you go back to your people like the good little spy you are? Why Madripoor?” 

So he knew about your past. You could only imagine what he did to the organization you used to work for when he found them. 

“How did you find me?” You knew how much he hated it when people answered a question with another question. You were surprised when he answered instead of being even more pissed off. 

“It took a lot of people, a lot of bullets and a lot of patience to track you down.” He chuckled. “I must say, you’re good at whatever games you play. But I’m gonna need you to stop for a moment, and give me the answers I need.” He took a small step forward, reducing the distance between you and him. “Why?” 

Such a broad question, why. 

“I had to.” You gave him the most vague answer ever. 

He scoffed. “Okay, let me make this easier for you. Let’s start with, what’s your real name?” 

You almost rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t afford to let your guard down at the moment. Not when you couldn’t even figure out what he was here for. 

“You know my name.” 

Of course he did, he had moaned it so many times in bed. 

He gave you his signature smirk, the one who captured the hearts of many including yours. “I’m assuming that since you’re a spy everything which comes out of your pretty mouth is a lie. So what is your name?” 

You corrected him. “I used to be a spy. I don’t do that anymore. And I didn’t lie about my name. I didn’t lie about many things.” You looked him dead in the eyes when you said so. You wondered if he thought that you lied when you said you loved him. That was real. 

He scoffed. “I’d beg to differ.” 

“You plan on killing me?” You asked, thinking that now would be a good time to know whether or not you would be dying tonight. 

“No.” 

“Then why are you here, Bucky? Why did you look for me for a year, why are you halfway across the globe right now if you don’t plan on killing me for betraying you? What do you want?” 

“You.” 

You rolled your eyes, finally lowering your weapon. You still couldn’t read him. 

He spoke up again, “Why didn’t you lead your people to me? Why didn’t you finish your job?” 

“You might have actually done just that yourself. If you were able to find me, so could they. They probably have eyes on right now. By coming here you just-,”

He cut you off. “They don’t have eyes on you. No one does.” He answered confidently. 

“You don’t know that. You-,” 

He cut you off yet again, he smirked, “Oh I do know, babygirl. I know because I… dealt with each and every last one of them. The people you used to work for, the whole organization, it doesn’t exist anymore I made sure of that. You see, I’ve been quite busy this past year. Between dealing with your people, dealing with my own and playing hide and seek with you.” 

You froze again. Dealt with? “And how exactly did you deal with the organization?” 

“I watched it burn.” He answered, proudly. 

Oh. “You plan on doing the same with me? After your little Q and A, you’re gonna just… deal with me?” 

He fake gasped and placed his metal hand over his chest as though surprised. “I would never do that to you. You see, unlike you I didn’t lie when I said I loved you.” 

That caught you by surprise. You said nothing, pretending like that confession didn’t make your heart race. 

“I’m gonna ask one more time, why did you run?” His tone was cold. 

You scoffed. “I didn’t think you’d be understanding regarding the whole situation. If you ever found out who I was, let’s be real, you’d kill me right where I stood. And I could no longer go back to my people because they would force me to lead them to you.” 

He raised his eyebrows, then chuckled. “You protected me? What for?” 

I didn’t lie when I said I loved you either. “I didn’t want to manipulate or lie. I didn’t want to infiltrate lives and be dishonest. I didn’t want to have to live a double life any longer. I needed freedom, I needed a way out. So I came here.” You paused. “I’m not proud of what I did to you.” You added. 

You lowered your eyes once you finished talking. Bucky moved closer to you, he reached out and grabbed your chin with his metal hand, tilting your head back gently until you looked into his stormy, ocean blue eyes. You hated how you still couldn’t read him. Was he angry or no? 

“Are you lying right now?” He whispered, and smirked knowing it would piss you off. You pushed his hand away. He chuckled, leaning into your ear, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke and it sent shivers down your spine, “Let’s play a game.” He pulled away and took a few steps back. “You love games, don’t you babygirl?” 

Your heart raced. Oh this can’t be good… 

He took some more steps back and then pulled out his gun; the shiny golden one he loved the most out of the arsenal he owned. He aimed it at you, smirking. “I’m gonna ask you some questions and as long as you answer truthfully, I won’t shoot.” 

You remained very still. You hated to admit it, but there was something so immorally powerful about him when he handled his guns. You remember back when you two were together, you could spend hours watching him clean his guns; his favorite toys he called them. Bucky always told you that he believed that weapons shouldn’t be intimidating, but the person handling them should. 

In his case, it was true. Just looking at him made your body throb for a moment. You tried not to let it show but judging by the smug look on his face you could tell that he knew exactly how you felt. 

You knew he would never shoot you.

Bucky Barnes was, afterall, a cunning man who knew how to toy with one’s head. He could have easily taken your gun away from you, could have tied you down on a chair and interrogated you until you gave in. But no, by doing this he was letting you think that you still had some control over this. He knew he had given you the chance, you could’ve easily shot him the moment you walked into the room. But you didn’t. You chose not to. And he knew that. 

You almost smirked when you put it all together. He wasn’t here for answers, because he already had them. He just wanted to hear it from you. He wanted you to verbally say it. He was here for this dark, twisted game of his. 

“Fine.” You agreed. 

He cocked his gun, the sound rang in your ears and it reminded you of the times you pretended not to know shit about guns and had him teach you how to aim. He had done so with a lot of patience and a lot of kisses. 

“How much did you tell your people about me?” He asked. 

You could tell he was easing into it. “I stopped feeding them information after the first six months. I told them it would be risky to keep meeting up with them in secrecy, and that I would soon come back with everything I can gather about you. But I never did.” 

He seemed pleased with that answer. “Of course you didn’t. Instead you ran away.” He watched you cautiously, “How many people know you’re here?” 

“No one does, except for you.” 

That was true. You couldn’t risk going back to your family, not when you were certain that the moment you stepped foot outside of Madripoor your people would find you. 

“Why Madripoor?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. “You could’ve easily hid in the country itself given your… skills.” He knew just where to poke you to make it hurt. “Then why here?” 

“Anonymity. No one knows or cares about who you are or where you come from here. Also because I knew that neither the organization nor you had any connections here whatsoever.” You paused. “Clearly I was wrong.” 

He got really serious, clenching and unclenching his jaw. “Why didn’t you just tell me the truth then? If you couldn’t trust your people at the time, why not turn to me?” 

His question made you chuckle. “I already told you, you would’ve killed me.” 

“And I already told you that I-,” he cut himself off and took a breath. “Why didn’t you trust me?” 

You stared into his eyes, looking. Searching for something you once saw in them. Love, for you. There was a time when he would look at you with nothing but adoration and love. Now he was angry, hurt, frustrated, his power challenged. 

“Because I’ve seen what you do to people who betray you. I knew how much loyalty mattered to you. And I… I couldn’t have possibly looked you in the eyes and tell you that I’ve been lying and manipulating you for a whole year, and that I was sent to take you down.” 

It hurt to say it out loud. 

“You ran because you were scared of me? Of what I would do to you if I found out?” He didn’t bother hiding the hurt. He wasn’t calm and composed anymore, he was visibly troubled. Jaws clenched, fingers tightening around his gun, eyes shooting daggers at you. “Answer me!” He raised his voice out of nowhere and you jumped. 

You lowered your gaze to the floor. In all those years, be it during training or even while on missions, you had never succumbed in any way when a weapon, no matter the size, was aimed at you. Yet now, you could feel your hands starting to shake just a little. 

“Yes. I ran because I was scared of you.” You answered, not having the courage to look up at him. 

He was quiet for four seconds - you know because you counted them - before he lowered his gun and shot at the wooden floor, several feet away from your legs. The sound made you flinch and groan, not in fear but in annoyance. He was breaking you, he was getting everything he wanted out of you. You were giving in, too easily. You hated it. 

“Liar!” He growled and walked right over to you, quickly. His eyes reflected the anger and frustration he felt inside. He placed the barrel of his gun right under your chin. The cold metal made you shiver, mainly because you still remembered that his metal arm felt the same way against your warm skin. “I said no lies.” 

He used the gun to tilt your head back, making you look up into his eyes. He spoke up again, “You ran because you love me, and you couldn’t live with yourself after betraying me. You chose not to lead your people to me, because how could you? How could you do that when you fell in love with the enemy?” Bucky chuckled, removing his gun from your chin and replacing it with his metal hand. 

He leaned in so close that when he spoke next, his lips brushed against yours. “You chose to run away rather than give them what they wanted, because they wanted my fall. You ran from me because you couldn’t admit, nor accept that you cared too much about me.” He chuckled. “You did all of this not because you were scared of me, but because you were scared of them since you had failed in a mission.” He shrugged. “That’s understandable, given you fell in love with the one they sent you to ruin.” 

Your eyes watered. He broke you, finally. He said everything you’ve been avoiding to tell yourself over this past year. And he was right about everything. You were quiet. You didn’t have anything to say to him. 

He spoke up again. “I know for a fact that you knew I would never, ever hurt you. Betrayal or no betrayal.” 

“Buck…” You whispered, your voice cracked as you held back a sob. You felt a single tear slide down your cheek. 

His hand moved from your chin, down to your waist. He pulled you closer, pressing his body to yours. The feeling of his built, taut body against yours brought back memories you weren’t sure you could ever forget. 

“Say it.” He demanded, looking down at your lips, then back into your eyes. His scent filled your senses. He was all you could, and wanted, to focus on. “Tell me I’m right. Tell me the truth you’ve been running from.” He leaned in, as though he was going for a kiss. “Tell me you love me.”

“Bucky, I…” you almost choked on another sob you couldn’t let out. You wanted to tell that you loved him. But the words wouldn’t come out. Something was stopping you; worry or fear or just guilt. 

It was guilt. 

He scoffed. “Too proud? Too self-righteous to admit that the good little spy fell in love with the bad guy?” He pressed his forehead to yours as he walked the two of you back, towards your bed. You knew what he was doing, and you didn’t stop him. “Admit it, babygirl,” he leaned in to whisper in your ear and you felt goosebumps all over your body, “Or maybe I should remind you…” 

Bucky pushed you down on your bed, and he hovered over you supporting himself with one hand while the metal one held his gun right above your face. “You’ve been a bad, bad girl lately.” He murmured, gently lowering his gun and brushing the barrel against your lips, then slowly dragged it down your skin. “Did you think you could hide from me forever?” 

He dragged the tip of his gun all the way down till your thighs, making you tremble. His eyes stared down into yours as he carelessly tossed his gun aside and brought his metal hand over to your mouth again. 

“Do you know how bad I’ve missed you?” He mumbled, tracing your mouth with his cold fingers. For a moment he forgot why he was here in the first place. 

You shivered under his touch. “I’m sorry, Bucky. I never meant to-,” 

He scoffed, cutting you off. “Shut up, babygirl.” He had a mean smirk on his face. “You’ve been bad. And what did daddy tell you about babygirls who misbehave?” His calm demeanor could fool anyone. Anyone but you. 

You knew him too well. You could tell he was burning inside, agitated. Like a wounded predator, planning his next attack. There was no escaping him now. Not that you truly wanted to. 

“They get punished.” You whispered quietly as he tugged on your bottom lip with his thumb. The simple gesture reminded you of all those times spent with him; the nights you spent in his bed, in his arms… 

He chuckled. “Exactly. Now come on, you have a lot to make up for.” He pulled away, and stood up straight at the end of your bed. “Take your clothes off. All of it.” 

The sound of his authoritative voice had your thighs clenching together to try and alleviate the sweet pain in between your legs. That tone of his was a weakness of yours, and he knew it. 

You hesitated only for a moment, but the longer he stared into your eyes the warmer your body felt, and all you wanted to do was to get rid of all that you were wearing. You took your jacket off first, followed by the long sleeved shirt underneath it. You scooted forward, sitting on the edge of the bed to take the rest of your clothes off; shoes, skirt, stockings which left you in your matching set of black underwear. 

You looked up at him, waiting for further instructions. 

“I said, all of it.” He let his eyes roam your body for a moment and then he spoke up again, “Don’t be shy baby, I’ve seen it all before, haven’t I?” 

He had done so much more than just seeing it all. You held his stare as you took your underwear off and had to fight the urge to throw it at his face just for the hell of it. 

“Good girl.” He whispered. “Now lie down, spread those legs for me. Show me what’s mine.” 

The crudeness of his words would’ve surely made you blush if you didn’t know just how vulgar and dirty he could really get, this was nothing. 

You did just as he asked. You held yourself up on your elbows, still holding his stare. Bucky eyed you like you were a warm meal and he was a starving man. There was nothing but lust and mischief in his eyes. 

“Touch yourself for me.” 

You felt your face get really hot for a moment as your heartbeats rang in your ears. “What?” The question just slipped out before you could stop yourself. 

Bucky smirked. “You heard me. Use your pretty fingers and touch yourself. I assume you thought of me each time you… tended to your needs over these past many, many months. I’m sure you missed me,” he chuckled, just as cocky as you expected him to be, “Or at least you missed having my cock buried deep inside of you. Hmm?”  

You studied his face for a moment. Your emotions were shifting; from guilt to annoyance to shame to lust. And you hated how well he had you figured out. “How do you know I haven’t had someone else tending to my needs instead?” You asked, quickly realizing that this wasn’t an ideal situation to be the brat you used to be back then. 

Bucky let out a little laugh; a hot and evil laugh. “No one will ever satisfy you like I do.” He shoved both of his hands in his pockets. “Even if you did, for some reason, fool around with someone here I assure you they won't be breathing for long.” He responded with a straight face. “You are mine. Nobody touches what’s mine and lives.” 

That speech shouldn’t have turned you on as much as it did. 

“Now come on, be a good girl and do as you’re told.” He spoke softly. “Show me how you touched yourself when I wasn’t here to take care of you.” 

Your hands moved on their own; caressing your inner thighs before placing your fingers right over your clit. The look in his eyes made your walls clench around nothing. Your lips parted and you let out a shaky breath as you toyed with your clit, smearing your wetness around before slowly rubbing down your folds and slipping past your entrance with ease given that you were dripping already. Your other hand toyed with your nipple, twisting and tugging. 

Needless to say, Bucky was hard just looking at you. 

You stared into his eyes as you gasped in pleasure as your fingers effortlessly slipped in and out of you. You whined as you fingered yourself, thinking about the last time he touched you – all those months back, on the same night that you left him. And how lovely his mouth felt against your body. Whining in need and frustration, the palm of your hands rubbed against your sensitive clit over and over again as your middle finger slipped in and out of you. 

“Bucky…” you whimpered. 

He just stood there and smirked. “Faster. And don’t you dare cum.” 

You whined, slipping your finger in and out of your wet hole rapidly. “Fuck…” Your own touch took you higher, and higher, and you were on the edge. 

“Stop.” He ordered, moving closer to you but not touching you yet. “Add another finger.” He waited until you did, whimpering as you pushed another finger in. “Good girl, now fuck your little cunt faster for me.” He leaned over and traced your lips with his cold, metal finger, his touch was agonizingly slow. He was so close, but he still wasn’t touching you like you desperately needed him to. 

You took your bottom lip in between your teeth to keep yourself from moaning too loudly. Bucky smirked when he saw how you were struggling to keep quiet. He noticed the way your body squirmed, and he knew you too well so he could tell that you were so close to coming undone. 

“Poor baby,” he cooed, “Is it hard?” he taunted, his fake concern morphing into an evil, handsome and sly smile. “Is it frustrating to not be allowed to have something you so desperately want? Hmm?” 

“Buck… please,” you whined, releasing your swollen lip from your teeth. Your body felt hot, and you needed to just let go and come undone. 

“Stop.” He ordered, shamelessly ignoring your pleas. You stopped, and pulled your hand away from in between your legs. He knelt on your bed, in between your legs. You tried to look away but he grabbed your chin before you could turn your face to the side. He stared into your eyes for a few seconds, not saying anything. Eventually he spoke up, “What do I do with you?” 

You stared at him, a thousand thoughts in your head. “You’re crazy.” You spat, hoping to rile him up. 

He just chuckled softly. “You did this to me.” He sounded bitter, and hurt. He leaned in to brush his lips against yours, making your heart race, “Thoughts of you were messing with my head for the past year.” He confessed, and you felt your heart hurt. “People think I’m cruel, clearly they haven’t had their heart broken by you.” 

You opened your mouth to say something, or maybe apologize, or perhaps you’d say something which would piss him off even more but before you could, his mouth was on yours. He kissed you with passion, but also pent up anger and frustration. He was conflicted, so were you. Both of your pride were hurt, egos bruised but your hearts still yearned for each other. Nothing could change that. 

Before you could process anything, Bucky was kissing down your body; you were a whimpering mess by the time he kissed along your inner thighs. He chuckled darkly when you let out a loud moan as he kissed your throbbing clit ever so gently. Like he used to when he was madly in love with you. 

“Your body remembers me, babygirl.” He seemed proud of that. 

You hated how you couldn’t resist him. You hated how you didn’t even try to. You melted right under his touch as his tongue gently licked down your folds. His hand found yours and he laced his metal fingers with yours while his other hand rubbed up and down your thigh as he pushed his face further into your wet core. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to look down at him, but you were sure he looked enticing with his plump, pink lips on your wet heat; your arousal dripping down his chin and coating his lips as he devoured you. You heard him growl before he bit down on the soft skin at your inner thighs to get your attention. 

“Look at me.” He mumbled. And when you didn’t obey him right away, you earned yourself a gentle smack on your thigh, which only made you squirm even more; causing you to accidentally grind against his mouth. He chuckled again. “Impatient, are we?” 

You supported yourself up on your elbows finally, and looked down at him. His handsome face in between your thighs was a sight you weren’t sure you would ever get used to. You could feel his warm breath fanning your wet skin occasionally as he stared into your eyes until you couldn’t handle the intensity of his stare. 

Bucky held your stare as he attached his lips to your core again, making you whimper in pleasure. He wasn’t planning on stopping until you beg him to. He had missed you, your taste. He had missed this; your warmth and your soft whimpers as he teased you with his tongue. 

“Do you wanna cum for me, babygirl?” He asked, before pressing his lips back against your wet folds. 

You nodded, quickly. “Yes, please…” your legs had begun shaking just a little as he took his time and dragged his tongue up and down your slit. But the way his lips lifted into a smirk gave away that his answer would only disappoint you. 

“No, you’re not allowed to cum.” He cooed, playfully. “Not so easily.” He whispered before he got back to teasing your sensitive spot with his warm and wet tongue; relishing your taste and humming in pleasure as he ate you out. He let out a little laugh, “I forgot how good you taste.” 

You moaned out loud as your back arched off the bed for just a moment, your eyes closing and your head leaning back as you felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over you. You weren’t sure how long you could take this sweet torture. Your fingers tightened around his and he chuckled against your skin. 

“What is it baby, you can’t take it? Hmm? All that sass, all those mind games and now you can’t even handle my tongue?” 

He taunted you before getting back to teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue. Your body tingled and you felt a sweet pressure forming in between your legs. You were sure he could see the tears of frustration escaping your eyes, falling down your warm cheeks. 

“Please…” you moaned pathetically. 

He licked around your clit one last time before pulling away and kissing his way up your body again. The twisted side of him loved the way you whined when you realized he wasn’t gonna let you cum so easily. He leaned in to kiss your open mouth eventually, making you gasp and moan and forget how to breathe with just one kiss. 

When he pulled away to look at you he smiled at the mess you were. Lips swollen, and bruised with how many times you or him bit down on it. Red marks all over your neck, bite marks along your inner thigh, and your arousal dripping out of you. He quickly placed his fingers where his mouth had been earlier, teasing your clit before shoving two fingers inside of you and stroking your walls so slowly that you were losing your mind. 

“Why won’t you admit it?” he kissed along your cheek and reached your ear where he whispered, “Are you that proud? That heartless?” Judging by his tone you could tell that his emotions were wavering as well. “I searched the whole world to find you.” His fingers sped up as he spoke, your moans got more frequent and holding them back became much more difficult. “And now you’re still gonna be a stubborn, disrespectful brat?” 

The bitterness in his tone woke something inside of you. Did he not realize that you’re not exactly pleased with what you had to do? Did he not understand? Pissed, your annoyance mirroring his, you pushed his hand away and pushed him down on the bed. He wasn’t expecting it so he went down rather easily. You got on top of him, straddling his waist, ignoring the nudity, and stared down at him. 

“Enough! You can’t just walk in here and do or say whatever the fuck you want.” Your sudden outburst took him by surprise. Part of him had always loved it when you got a little aggressive. “I’m not proud of what I did. That’s why I left, the guilt was killing me. It still kills me, every single day. I haven’t had the best year of my life since I left you either. I had to leave my homeland, my family, and I… I had to leave you.” 

He remained quiet. 

“I moved to a place where I knew no one. I’ve been alone for the past year, living amongst strangers, no friends, no family, nothing! All because I couldn’t let them get to me. You were right, because if my people found me they would somehow find a way to get the information they needed and they would’ve surely taken you down. You would’ve never seen it coming.” You sniffled, realizing that you were tearing up again. 

Bucky had, surprisingly, nothing to say. You went on. 

“You want answers? There you have it then. I couldn’t just stay and watch myself become that reason for your fall. I couldn’t let that happen to you, because I love you too much. When I realized I loved you, I panicked. I ran because I didn’t know what else to do, or how to keep them away from you. And I am so sorry for what I did. I understand if you-,”

He cut your long speech off by sitting up and grabbing you just in time before you lost your balance, pressing his lips to yours. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and let him hold you, kiss you like he wanted to for so long. His kiss was gentle this time, careful, loving. His metal hand ran up and down your spine slowly as his other hand grabbed you and pulled you close to him by your butt.  

He slowly pulled away and his heart felt like it tore in half at the sight of your teary face. He had been so busy being heartbroken after you left that he didn’t even take a minute to consider this perspective. He was too hurt to even think properly. 

“You could’ve just told me the truth. I would’ve handled them. I would’ve done anything for you, I… I would’ve done whatever it took to keep you safe. You know that, right?” Bucky finally spoke up, sounding much more emotional than he thought he ever could. 

Truth is, before meeting you he always thought that he was incapable of love. But then you walked into his life and everything changed for the better. So when he lost you, without any explanation, he went insane. 

You sighed. “I was scared. I didn’t understand, I thought I was doing the right thing. I was hurting too. You think disappearing out of your life and leaving you behind without saying a proper goodbye was easy?” Your voice cracked as you fought back a sob. “How many times do I have to-,” 

He cut you off. Once he saw the tears accumulating along your water line again. “Okay, okay shh. I just got you back, I don’t wanna fight.” He mumbled, pressing his forehead to yours. 

You sniffled, your heart skipping a beat as his body heat wrapped around you. “I’ve missed you. Every day. I missed you so much. I couldn’t risk reaching out to you to even apologize, I was so scared. I… I didn’t…,” your sentence ended in a whisper, you didn’t know how to articulate your thoughts too well. 

He tightened his arms around you. “It’s okay, baby. Everything is fine now, I found you.” 

You were quiet for a while, enjoying his calming touch and processing all that happened since you stepped inside your apartment tonight. “Are you mad at me?” you asked, seeking to find some sort of sense in all that just happened. 

He sighed, and kissed your forehead. “I was. When I woke up the next morning after you left, I was confused, hurt. Then you didn’t show up for a couple more days and I had my people look you up, and I was told that you were a spy.” His words made you feel uneasy and ashamed of your past. “I was broken, but I never knew what a heartbreak feels like so instead all I felt was anger. But despite all of it, all I wanted was to have you back. Then I found the organization you worked for, and I made sure to destroy it. Since then I’ve been looking for you like a madman.” 

He pulled away to look at you. You managed to look up into his eyes without tearing up again. “I’m sorry.” You whispered. 

He pulled you closer. “I’m sorry too.” 

“I love you.” 

Bucky smiled at you. “Say it again.” 

You reached up and cupped his face in your hands. “I love you. I love you so much and I’m sorry. For everything. I just… I just want you back, please.” 

He leaned in for a kiss, whispering against your lips, “I’m right here, babygirl.” He gently turned to the side and laid you back down on the bed. “I’ve got you now,” he mumbled, pulling away to take his suit jacket off, then his shirt. He tossed both somewhere on the floor and bent down to kiss you again. He kissed down your neck, leisurely; taking his time on you as he unzipped his pants. 

“Buck…” you groaned as he teased you with the soft, feathery touch of his lips. He had been teasing you for so long now, you couldn’t take anymore. Your body felt burning hot again, you needed him. Bad. You needed him like you needed air. 

“Yes, baby?” He asked, kissing down your cleavage; pretending he doesn’t know that you were practically shaking in need. 

You whined, sliding your finger into his dark, soft hair. “I need you. Please, I need you. Now.” You spoke through gritted teeth by the end, tugging at the roots of his hair. 

He chuckled. “So aggressive.” He murmured, kissing up your neck until he reached your mouth. He noticed the way you had unintentionally, gradually parted your legs to accommodate him; your naked body squirming under him, your bare chest pressing up against his, your body heat mixing with his. “I’m gonna take care of you, baby…” he whispered as he lowered his underwear just enough to free his cock. He was rock hard.

You were a whimpering mess by the time he aligned his erected cock to your entrance. You instinctively spread your legs further apart to give him more room. With a slow, steady push, he inserted his length into you. You shuddered, moaning as you felt all of him filling you up. You heard his ragged breaths as he seated himself completely inside you and waited, giving your body time to adjust to him. 

He could still make you tremble in pleasure just like the first time he touched you. Bucky held back his moans and growls as he felt your warmth wrap around him so perfectly. He clenched his jaw as he relished the feeling of being inside of you, finally. 

“Is this what you needed, babygirl?” he asked, looking down at you, and gently grabbing your face, causing you to look up at him. 

You couldn’t talk given how full you were. You just stared at him with parted lips, breathing heavily. Bucky smirked, pulling out just a little before pushing back into you again. You closed your eyes and moaned, arching your back off the surface of the bed again. 

He smirked as he looked down at you. “You waited, didn’t you? You waited only for daddy to stretch you out like this. I know you didn’t let anyone touch you while I wasn’t here.” He remained still as he leaned into your ear, whispering, “The way you’re clenching around my cock right now gives it away.” He chuckled, proud. 

Your face burned. He knew you too well. 

Bucky leaned in to kiss your open mouth, shamelessly shoving his tongue past your parted lips and stroking the inside of your mouth while he began moving in and out of you. He sped up gradually, rocking his hips against yours; his hand reached up to grab your chin gently. He stared into your eyes, speeding up into you again. You gripped the bed sheets as he pounded into you. 

He stretched you out deliciously, perfectly. Filling you up and reaching all the right places as he went. He couldn’t hold back any longer, so he moaned and growled right against your mouth, clenching his jaw or occasionally biting down on your lip as he pounded into you relentlessly. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” He spoke as he sped up into you again. You could whine senselessly, overwhelmed by how good he felt deep inside you. 

He leaned down to push his face into your neck as he lifted one of your legs and hooked it to his waist, pushing himself deeper inside you. “Fuck…” he moaned as you clenched hard around him. He down for a moment just to hear you moan wantonly before he sped up again, fucking you relentlessly. “You’re mine. Only mine, you hear me?” 

You nodded, or at least tried to.  

The louder you got, the closer he felt his release coming and the filthier his mouth got. “Your little cunt is mine. Only mine.” He spoke through messy kisses; growling and causing goosebumps to erupt all over your body. “Only I can fuck you like this, you hear me?” Bucky quickened his pace and pounded into you harder than before; the sounds of your skin slapping one another resonated around the modest room. 

Bucky was all you could focus on. The sound of his voice. His body pressing down on yours. His cock inside you. Your walls began to clench tighter around him. His moans, his hot breath against your cheek, his messy kisses. Just him. You had missed him so terribly, and only now did you wonder how in the world did you survive so long without him? 

He took you higher, and higher, and higher until you felt more tears escape your eyes. “Please, Buck…” you whined, begging pathetically and unable to arrange your words or your thoughts any better. “Please…” 

Your eyes were droopy in lust. His eyes were too as he stared down at you with a handsome and arrogant smirk on his face. “Please what, babygirl?” 

His pretty blue eyes put you under a trance. “Please, can I cum?” 

Bucky caressed your cheek with his knuckles, his metal hand holding him up above you. He didn’t know how he managed to survive without you all these months. He was barely living without you. He looked down at you with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes. 

“Go on, baby. Cum for me.” 

You let the pressure build inside you, before simply letting go. He didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, Bucky kept pounding into you as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came. You whimpered at how he kept slamming into you even as you came, and your face burned as you felt a familiar knot forming again right at your core.

He fucked into you relentlessly. “Fuck…” He panted and groaned at how good you felt around him; wet and warm all for him. Your walls clenched around him violently and your body arched off the bed. 

You felt your second release approaching even before you could recover from the first one. Your leg around his waist was numb but you still wanted more of what he had to give. You would take whatever he gave you in that moment, given you had gone so long without him. 

You felt your mind getting foggy again. His large frame hovering above you as he fucked deeper into you, just a little more. “Cum for me again, baby.” He growled, his lips dangerously close to yours as you whined and whimpered under him. Your body trembled as you came for the second time, walls tightening around his length, gushing out around his cock while he still pounded relentlessly into you until he came as well.

You felt his thrust getting sloppy and irregular until he came to a stop and just groaned as he came violently. His warm cum filled you up and some of it trickled out of you when he carefully removed his cock from your entrance.

He collapsed on the bed beside you, catching his breath before pulling you into him. You were slightly shaking as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your skin wherever he could, murmuring sweet nothings. 

“You okay, babe?” he asked after a few minutes of just holding you in his arms, in silence; both of you just enjoying each other’s warmth and presence. 

You nodded, placing your arm over his chest and scooting closer to him, pressing up against his side. 

You both remained quiet for a while longer. Thinking about the past, and the future. 

“Are you sure you’re not mad at me?” You asked, your brain starting to overthink again. 

Bucky sighed. “Baby I couldn’t stay mad at you even if you intentionally stabbed me through the heart and watched me bleed to death.” 

You took a second to process what he just spoke of, and you made a face at him, showing your horror and concern, which then made him laugh out loud. “You’re sick.” You muttered, placing a gentle kiss to his metal arm. The cold metal against your lips reminded of somewhere you desperately wanted to be - home. 

He shrugged, pulling you closer. “Yeah. Also cruel, devious and pure evil. But you love me nonetheless.” He teased. 

You smiled, your worn out body snuggled up against him. You felt your eyelids drooping as sleep slowly took over you. Today has been a lot. “I do.” You spoke softly. 

Bucky looked down and saw that you were slowly drifting off to sleep. He adjusted the covers so that you were well covered with the warm blankets. He tucked you in and wrapped his arms around you protectively, as though you might slip away from his grasp again. 

“I love you, babygirl. Sleep tight, we’re going home soon.” 

You didn’t respond so he figured you must have fallen asleep. While he hugged your sleeping figure, he thought back on everything you said tonight. Your biggest fear was that you might end up being the reason for his fall. But little did you know that ultimately, you had been the only reason he knew what truly falling in love was like.

[maybe-your-left]

Which guy gives the best pussy inspections? L

I would gladly let any of these men go to fuckin’ town on my p*ssy cat. 

ALSO I DID RESEARCH OKAY THIS IS JUST WHAT I CAME UP WITH GIVEN THEIR CHARACTER STYLES (note Kylo Ren / Ben Solo is the canon Supreme Leader-Jedi NOT any of my AUs) 

LET’S RANK THEM: BEST (10) TO WORST (1). 

10. PROFESSOR ZACHARY ADAMS, this man will have you squirting faster than you can believe. never done it before? that's too bad babygirl, daddy’s gonna taste every inch of your glistening cunt until you’re wailing for him to stop. but he won’t until your clit is red and throbbing from his torture and then he will finally fuck you good and hard.

9. CLYDE RUSTY LOGAN, he is more than happy for you to sit your pretty pussy on his face. Rocking against his strong nose and big lips, smacking your ass as he tastes your slick coating his chin. he knows he’s limited in what he can do, so why not perfect the practice of eating you out at any moment he can. and it helps when your juicy peach is all ready for his cock. 

8. MATT THE RADAR TECHNICIAN, wants to wear your thighs like earmuffs. don’t wear those sweet jean shorts around him because he will slam you up on the nearest table and stick his tongue in your pussy. thumb circling your clit while he slurps your sweet nectar. will also smack your outer thighs so you will flinch and hold him tighter against you. 

7. PATERSON, wants to please you, excellent listener, and retains information well. he isn’t too keen on fingering which is why he’s lower on the list but will add one in when he feels you flexing your hips towards his face. just so he can massage your walls into soaking the comforter. 

6. ADAM SACKLER, more of an eager school girl seeing their first cunt, gets very excited and is desperate to have you trembling before he even fucks you. his tongue is long and sloppy, spelling out the alphabet, our only complaint is that he doesn’t do it often. it’s more of a ‘stick a finger in her, if she's wet then it's my cocks time to shine’. 

5. CHARLIE BARBER, he’s so bad at letting you be in control, will boss you around if you’re squirming too much. lots of smacks to your cunt if you’re twitching while he's lapping at you. wants your pain over pleasure, is really into 69′ing because he can shove his cock down your throat and that distracts you from flinching when he bites your clit. 

4. FLIP ZIMMERMAN, he’s an old-fashioned man. loves getting head, anytime anywhere. doesn’t really like giving, but he will if he's in the mood. will only do it on the bed because you squirt just from the sheer excitement of seeing this big bad cop between your legs. 

3. JAMIE MASSEY, somehow knows what he's doing while simultaneously is horrible. lots of kissing and nibbling, doesn’t like sticking his tongue inside, he has fingers baby. gets a good rhythm going with his tongue on your clit once in a blue moon. 

2. KYLO REN / BEN SOLO, I know. I’m upset too, but he's just too excited about having sex. has absolutely no plan, thinks that more spit means it's better. will go too ham on fingering you, pretty much turns into him attempting to fist your tight pussy while spitting on your clit before lapping at it without even focusing on the right area. when he's told ‘no hands or no force’ he is useless. 

1. TOBY GRISONI, this man is NOT a giver. he takes everything he wants and doesn’t super care about giving you anything in return unless it’s his cock. barely any foreplay with him, he is always ready to slam into you. has kissed your clit twice, doesn’t like when his jaw gets sore when he has gone down on you. 

I don’t make the rules guys... i just follow them blindly. 

TAGGING: @finn-ray-nal-beads @onlykyloscenes @candycanes19 @historyandfandoms50 @caelum-phyriina-vermillon @ghoulian13 @mrs-kylo-ren @millenialcatlady @mrs-zimmerman @relationshipwithmybed @dancingmicrobes @wayward-rose  @contesa-lui-alucard @daydreamsofren @insufferablelust @ohdamnadamm @mariesackler @caillea @safarigirlsp @jalexunderthestars @shesakillerkween @glassythoughts @zimmermansbrat @not-the-teen-witch @jynzandtonic @roanniom @celestiasin @glassbxttless

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[bigbangclappin]

Gaslight

Word count: 1.5

Genre: Smut, semi-angst, bikerau!

Pairing: ReaderXJohnny

Warnings: cursing, oral female receiving, hints of criminal activity.

Summary: This is a continuation of Welcome Home. 

The party was beautiful and everything was going well. Nobody was thinking about the past. They were here for a good time and good friends.

Johnny’s arm was nestled around your waist as you spoke to one of the member’s old lady. He hadn’t been able to separate himself from you since he came home. If you left the room he went with you, if you scooted over on the couch he moved too. 

You didn’t mind because you missed him too. When the other woman excused herself you found your fiancé staring at you with what could only be explained as manly heart eyes.

Fingers locked with his you chuckled, “What is it?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “You’re just so beautiful and I can’t believe that you’re mine.”

You leaned into his side and met his lips tenderly, “I love you too.”

He played with your hair idly as more and more members came to chat with him, booze flowing and weed burning it was shaping up to be a good time. 

You felt Johnny’s phone vibrate in his pocket. The way he moved the burner phone away from you pissed you off. Who would be texting him that wasn’t here at the party? A ‘business associate’ he didn’t want you to know about more than likely. You didn’t take too kindly to the feeling of suspicion. It made it worse when your man whistled and Yuta gave him a nod.

“Tell me you are not—”

“(Y/n) don’t.” He didn’t snap nor did he raise his voice but the firm tone he gave you made you angry. Somethings just never change. You yanked your hand from his out of frustration.

“You promised me.” You ground out through clenched teeth.

He squeezed your thigh tightly in warning his eyes filled with authority that you lived to question, “Drop it baby.” 

Glaring at him in anger you yanked his arm off of you and stood until you heard your man tsk in annoyance at your reaction. You didn’t know what he expected from you when he was so blatantly breaking his promise to you.

“Where are you going?” Johnny called as you headed for your shared bedroom. You just gave him the finger and slammed your door shut.

He would not make a fool of you in front of the entire club and their significant others. You were the president’s old lady. It was your job to stay aloof in situations like these. Never could you ever compromise Johnny’s authority in front of the others. Even if that meant sacrificing your dignity to keep his in check. 

Behind closed doors though now that was a different story. You pushed each other to your limits physically and mentally. Two type A personalities were sure to clash and when they’re lovers? It’s explosive.

You both were stubborn idiots when you were mad. A little violent at that too. Many times you’ve had to be separated by Jaehyun or Taeyong because you had resorted to either throwing things at him or you started beating on his chest. 

Throwing yourself down on the bed you flicked on the television completely over your fiancé and his constant bullshit already. 

“Babe come on do you have to do this right now? With the entire club out there?” 

Johnny asked you bursting through your door a hint of annoyance in his voice and his posture rigid as he slammed the door behind him. 

Glaring at him in annoyance you continued to ignore him; he sighed in irritation. Running a hand over his face.

“Are you really going to act like this?” He snapped when you continued to ice him out.

Arms crossed over your chest and your attention glued to the TV you heard Johnny sigh. Then you felt the bed dip and his soothing touch caressing the soft flesh of your ankle.

“Babygirl—” you cut him off by pushing your foot into his chest.

“I don’t want you touching me.”

He let out a chuckle with a hint of annoyance, “(Y/N) I haven’t been able to touch you when I please for the past two years are you really going to deny me?”

If your stomach could turn to molten lava in anger you were pretty sure now would be the time. Punkass put you through hell because of his choices not yours and he was really going to play that card? 

“Denied.” You replied deadpanned when he went to stroke your leg again, “Just like I was when you were locked up. Like I’m going to be when you end up behind bars again because your dumbass is being reckless.”

“Watch it,” he growled, grabbing your leg pulling you towards his lips and placing warm kisses on your calf. 

“Johnny this isn’t something you can kiss away.” You protested doing your best to resist his tenderness.

“I know but it definitely takes the sting away.”

You rolled your eyes but you were finding it hard to resist as his kisses began to travel upwards. He was turning you on and he knew it by his smug smirk.

“Come on baby let me say sorry for leaving you alone…” He mumbled against your thighs.

Him looking at you with that stunning smile paired with being between your legs, your panties were ruined as was your resolve but the urge to tease him? Oh no that was strong and urgent.

You clamped your thighs together; in effect Johnny had to back off and he gave you a bewildered look. You shrugged your shoulders.

“J I don’t want to hurt your feelings but you’re so rusty that my vibrator gets me off quicker than your tongue.”

The chord you struck within his manly pride you swear caused a vein to bulge on the side of his neck. Was it harsh? Of course it was but so was abandoning you for two years.

“You weren’t saying that last night—”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Babe I faked it.”

“The fuck You did.” He snorted indignantly, “You can’t fake squirting.”

Your cheeks blushed crimson then. You did squirt but you chalked that up to two years of quickies and no head. Deprive a girl long enough and it’s bound to happen.

Johnny noticed your silence and took it as a victory as he slithered between your legs again pushing your dress further up your thighs.

“Just let me have my dessert yeah?”

God none of your ex’s ever got excited to eat you out the way your fiancé did. None of them made you squirm for them the way Johnny could.

“Hips up.” He commanded his fingers in the waistband of your thong. His hand slapping your ass cheek when you didn’t obey quick enough. He took hold your thighs in his strong arms and pulled you down just enough so that you could feel his breath hot on your pussy.

You whimpered when he teased you with his finger; lightly running his longest digit through the slick of your folds. Bucking your hips toward him you heard him chuckle.

“Baby don’t be a tease.”

“You gonna forgive me if I fuck you with my mouth?”

 You’d let him join the circus at that point. Anything he wanted was his as long as he used his tongue on you.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” He asked again, his finger just barely slipping inside you.

“I’ll forgive you.”

“That’s my Babygirl.”

If heaven was real it was Johnny’s freaking tongue. God the way he sucked on your clit just right to have your back arching and your toe’s curling was God’s work.

Your hands reached down to grasp his hair, tugging when his tongue dipped inside your cunt. Your head killed back on to the pillow as you cursed.

“Fuck Youngho!” You cried out when he began to fuck you with his fingers. Spurned on by the use of his birth name. His tongue, swirling, sucking, and loving on your swollen clit. 

“Tell me how much you missed me baby and I’ll make you cum…” his deep voice sending vibrations to your very core.

“Missed you so much God I missed you,” you huffed out running your hands through his hair just to keep hold of your sanity. “Oh God Youngho right there, please, please don’t stop.”

He hummed against your folds that perfect sound sent you tumbling over the edge. Your orgasm was intense as you shook, Johnny lapped at your pussy until you pushed him away because of how sensitive you were.

When your fiancé came up from between your thighs he planted a fiery kiss on your lips. You were able to taste yourself and lord it lit you up.

“Once you get the feeling back in your legs come join the party. I have an announcement to make.”

Johnny called as he dipped in to the bathroom no doubt to wash your orgasm from his face.

You were curious but also ticked at the same time because he was able to distract you from what you really wanted to know.

Next time you wouldn’t give in. You’d get the information you wanted. No amount of his tongue technology would prevent you from your goal.

[bbybucky-fics]

trouble —  boxer!tom drabble

word count: 823

warnings: swearing, hints to smut if you squint hard enough

a/n: i haven’t written anything properly on here in like nearly two years so i’m a lil rusty so i apologise if this isn’t great.

Tom is an animal, pure rage flowing through his veins the moment he looks upon you. Anger like never before flashes through him, “Fuck!”, he whispers to himself as he runs his fingers through his curls in exasperation. He’s fucking pissed.

All Tom wanted was to say a quick hello to some of the new trainers his coach had brought in for his upcoming but what he had never expected to get stolen away by his coach and to return to the sight in front of him - one of the trainers daring to flirt with you. All the boxer wants to do is throw a punch at the idiot that thinks he can even be that close to you; Tom knows he’s being irrational but the longer he stands there staring and seething the more the idea of beating the trainer senseless sounds like a good idea.

The boxing gym is bustling around him, noises coming from every direction so he has no idea what the trainer is saying to you but the face you make each time he stops talking speaks louder than words ever could. Tom takes you in for a second, his rage dimming as he notices how uncomfortable you are as the trainer places a hand on your waist and flashes you a truly disturbing smirk. “I’m gonna fucking kill him”, Tom mutters out loud, his eyes turning dark, almost black with anger.

In the ring, he’s a machine - cold and calculated but now as he looks at you shrinking with each word the trainer spews, Tom feels something so animalistic and unhinged inside of him. It’s wrong, he knows but he can’t fight the feeling as it washes over him, consuming him whole.

But, then you glance sideways at him, your eyes taking in his threatening form and recognising the look on his face. You look at the man in front of you and sigh as he says, “How about we get out of here and I take you somewhere almost as pretty as you.” You can’t help the roll of your eyes at his words and with one more glance at your boyfriend who looks like he’s about to tear the idiot in front of you apart, you make your way towards Tom.

He barely registers you as you walk towards him, his mind overtaken by anger. Your hands go straight around his neck, woven there as they have many times before; it’s like second nature to you. You let your fingers run through his hair at the base of his neck and press a chaste kiss to his cheek. It takes him a few moments but he comes back to you, his eyes gleaming with adoration with you, the anger and darkness is still there but fading as you press another kiss to his cheek.

“I love you, Tom,” you whisper against his ear as his hands find their way to your waist and then drop down further down as he notices the trainer staring at the two of you.

Your lips find their way to his neck pressing a trail of kissing to his soft skin, “So much, I love you so much,” you continue before licking a broad stripe across the nape of his neck.

“Fuck, babygirl,” Tom exhales as his eyes flutter close momentarily and he tilts his head back giving you more access to him. You smirk against his neck before biting the soft flesh and soothing it with a kiss. “Fuck!” he mutters again and this time you laugh drawing back from his neck and looking up to him.

Tom looks at you, a smiling gracing his features for the first time since he saw that trainer practically all over you. “I love you babygirl, even if you insist on being a little minx in public,” he says shaking his head, smirking at you as you pout at him.

“It’s better than you nearly killing a guy in public so be happy,” you say cheekily before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips that was not long enough and too teasing in Tom’s opinion. He laughs at your words once you’ve pulled back from his lips (much to his dismay), Tom shakes his head at you.

“Come on, you little minx let’s go home before one of us gets in trouble,” he says smirking at you, as you smile at him trying your best to be innocent, even if you were the furthest thing from it.

You let out a small squeal as Tom grabs your bum, squeezing and slapping it. ‘Come on, babygirl, I don’t have all day for you to pretend that you aren’t a little trouble maker.” Tom says and you smirk tugging his hair lightly eliciting a moan from his soft pink lips. 

With a smirk you turn around, away from him, looking back to say, ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir.”

[euphoricpixi3]

Taste of Menace |2| ot7!mafia au

— Masterlist in my bio

— Pairings | this chapter | Jin x reader ; Taehyung x reader ; Namjoon x reader

— Through the story | reader x others as the story progresses

— Warning | this story contain smoking, swearing, tattoos, drinking,  blood and drugs. This is a mafia!au!yandere

— Summary | Your first time watching the underground fight took a completely wrong turn, why were you the only one laying lifeless on the cold ground when you weren’t even fighting?

The pungent smell of hospital disinfect was overwhelming. The room was silent apart from your heavy breathing and the constant beeping sound. No matter how many signals and messages you sent to your brain, everything felt numb, as if you were unattached from your own body. Despite the numbness, you felt heavy and powerless, the recursive beeping only making things worse.

The heart monitor quickly caught up with the racing pounds in your chest. The beats that once were shallow, now so strong you think your chest will burst.

“Shit, what do I do?” the sudden voice was unexpected, it was low, with an agreeable trace of huskiness and with a hint of power. You couldn’t make what he was saying and even if you were trapped in the dark, everything started to feel like a spinning carousel, head is pounding and every cell in your body is screaming for oxygen.

 It was like having another panic attack, only this time was nothing like the previous ones, you didn’t feel the tension growing in your limbs because everything was numb, the rapid beeping making it too hard to focus on your own breathing, you keep fighting, but there’s no use, sudden rush of emptiness spreads inside of you. You hear the same person calling someone ‘Jin’ before completely falling into another deep sleep.

**

Your heavy eyelids fluttered before you slowly opened your eyes, squinting in attempt to sharpen the blurred images before you. You glanced around taking in your surroundings.

The room was white with a blinding light illuminating the whole room. It was nothing like the hospitals rooms you’ve been in, it wasn’t rusty, it was modern, the IV and monitors looking nothing like the old ones. The daunting feeling crept behind you. Sending your heart drop to the feet. You couldn’t afford this. Will you need to make an escape from a hospital?

You didn’t know why you were here, but you knew for sure you wanted out as soon as possible.

All of the sudden the only doors in the room were jolted open, revealing a dark haired man. He didn’t acknowledge you, his gaze fixed on the tray full of medicine.

Taking the opportunity of his unawareness, your eyes wandered from his head to toes. The white gown he was wearing brought out his broad shoulders. His posture reminded of a soldier, just like the ethereal male you’ve seen in the underground, he had the same powerful aura around him. 

Wait…the underground.

Then it all hits you with a bang. The memory of it all starts to occupy your thoughts. Your best friend Eve, the guy who had collapsed.

The monitor reflecting your heartbeat started to beep more frequently, making the doctor frown. “Y-you’re awake”. You yelped in surprise as he suddenly turned around. The pain rushed through your body as the IV tube shifted from your movement.

The guy in front of you froze while looking at your teary eyes. “It’s okay. Don’t be scared” he whispered not moving. It wasn’t the same voice you heard before.

A loud whine escaped your dry lips as the tube kept causing uncomfortable feeling run through your whole self. “No!” he shouted as your right hand moved to pull it out. “Don’t do that. Just let me help you, I’m Jin”

You looked at him carefully nodding your head. Jin sighed before rushing to you. His hands carefully moved, shifting the tube the right way. “How are you doing?” he asked, sides of his mouth moving upwards. You tried to smile back, but you really weren’t sure how that turned out. Instead of answering his question, you asked about the guy.

Jin wasn’t happy about your ignorance, since you were his patient and you were the one with IV tube in your arm. “You seem really nice, so I’m really confused by how you know that prick” he answered before turning around, filling the cup with cold water.

You were about to ask what he meant by that, but the doors opened again. You couldn’t help but look at his face. Why on earth were they all so damn handsome.

“Ah, you’re awake! You scared me for a moment princess, I thought you were going to die on my watch. Namjoon wouldn’t have liked that” you knew that voice, you’ve heard it while lying conscious yet unconscious.

“Who’s Namjoon?” your quiet voice send signals to Jin, but Taehyung only smiled, he enjoyed being the powerful one.

“Our leader that we’re going to see now” Jin’s eyes got ten times bigger. “Taehyung, she’s too weak to walk and I’m certain she can’t handle Namjoon either”

The guy, whom you assumed was Taehyung only shook his shoulders. “I’m only taking orders, come one princess, let’s go”

Jin smiled apologetically before carefully pulling the tube out, motioning Taehyung to come and help you.

Taehyung’s arms wrapped around your waist, gently tugging you to his side.

You closed your eyes once you were on your feet, feeling as if every bone was snapped in half. “Shh. It’s not a long walk”

**

Taehyung was lying when he said it was short walk, it seemed as if you were walking for solid 7 minutes now. “Not a long walk my ass” your murmured to yourself before taking another painful step.

“It would be shorter if you moved faster, but I think I have an idea” you gulped as Taehyung started bending down, ready to pick you up,

“No... no! I can walk!” you yelled jumping further away from him, almost relapsing right there as the pain rushed through your body.

Taehyung’s laugh echoed through the empty hall before let you lean back to him. “Whatever you say princess”

 **

The moment you were seated on a sofa in a big room, you felt so small. As if you were a bird in cat’s trap. The room was like a page from a magazine, everything so neat and organized. The furniture was dark and polished. Everything screamed expensive.

You were afraid to sit in case you wrinkle the fabric or stain it with something you don't even know is on your pants. The floor is a high polished wood, dark and free of either dust or clutter.

“Merlin’s beard, where the hell am I?” 

“You’re in my office, babygirl” you heard your neck snap from the quick turn to the side. He’s taller than Taehyung or Jin, but he’s as just as gorgeous.  Pouty lips curved into a smile, that seemed to hide something else rather than happiness. Only now you realized how rich everyone was. The clothes they were wearing looked exactly like the ones your friend would stare at online, wishing he could afford even a single sock.

Standing in front of you, he smiled in the cold and distant way professionals do. You can never relax around such expressions. Because it always makes you feel as if you were a prey.

And for the first time, you really felt afraid.

“How about we make this quick?” he asked, his fingers tapping the dark table he leaned onto. You nodded your head as quick as you could, quietly saying “I couldn’t agree more” making Namjoon chuckle.

You dropped your eyes to the carpet in anticipation of him speaking to you. But when you raised them again, he was standing only two feet away. His hand reached for your jaw, squeezing it harshly. “You better look at me when I talk to you, we don’t want any more damage on this pretty face”

You shivered from his touch, trying not to show it, but the playing smirk on his face showed that he already knew what power he held over you.

“Seeing that you’re really weak, how about you sit down” he said, before tugging you down to the sofa, seeing as you hesitated for a brief second. Obviously, he gave commands rather than requests.

“Don’t you dare to disobey me, babygirl”