#when the bestie will not stop fucking the men who want you dead :(

[winepresswrath]

what is an entire book about how Lestat was evil and cruel but his dick was just so good Louis couldn't stay away that ends with "the love of my life, the vampire Armand," but the perfect valentine as sung by your side piece?

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: After years of being split apart from your group, due to being taken and relocated by the Saviors, you run in to not only one familiar face, but specifically, the one you were searching for this whole time.

Warnings: strong language, apocalypse setting, swearing, mentions of knives, guns, bows, other weapons, mentions of killing (both humans and zombies), some descriptive text, reader gets taken by the saviors, mentions of scars, fighting, AGE GAP - friends to lovers, reader likes Daryl, Daryl hides the fact that he likes reader, some flirting, nothing too spicy lol

Word count: 4.9k | not edited also my first Daryl fic so be nice :)

A/N - I’m writing this for me, yes, but I’m also this for the ones who have a problem, I mean… are attracted to men old enough to be their father, so please do NOT read if age gap relationships make you uncomfortable! This also is more or less my version of the walking dead, the group meets Negan, but not like in the show.

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

ＦＩＶＥ • ＹＥＡＲＳ • ＡＧＯ

There was no denying that you were Daryl’s favorite person to go on runs with, anyone that just showed up could tell you that.

You were fast. Efficient. Very get in and get out type of girl. You didn’t fuck around, and Daryl loved that - but he’d never tell you that himself.

He also swore to never tell you that he wanted you around him because you made him happy in ways that he didn’t really like to talk about.

You were like a breath of fresh air to him, you picked up what he liked and what he didn’t like almost right away, you were one of the very few people that he didn’t get tired of being around all the time, hence why you join him every time he goes on a run.

He wasn’t much of a talker, the very first two runs together, you got a few mumbles out of him, mainly telling you where to go and when to look out.

But, that was until your third run of many run with Daryl. It would be silent, and he would almost scare you with just talking outright.

It wasn’t more than a, ‘how’s your day?’

Or maybe a, ‘ya sleep last night? Y’look tired’

You would always give him a quick, straight to the point response, ‘tossed and turned all night, might need a new blanket or somethin’

Or you would tease him slightly with something along the lines of, ‘Days better now that I’m out runnin’ around with my bestie.’

He says he hated when you called him that, but he would always chuckle and try to hide his smile by pointing out something ahead.

You would go with it, rolling your eyes subtly before you squint, “Daryl, I think you’re seeing things.” You look over at him, “or you’re just scared to talk to me.”

He’d scoff, “Ain’t scared of nothin’, darlin’.”

All you could do was smile and look away, mainly to hide the red on your cheeks from being spotted.

It really wasn’t that Daryl was scared, it was just, as slightly embarrassing as he thinks, he didn’t know how to talk to you.

He would always try to remind himself that you aren’t this delicate little flower, you can handle yourself. If you couldn’t, he would have never stumbled upon you.

You both would keep moving, not really stopping unless a walker or something came out of the tree line. The more runs you added to the list, the more you realized that you were patient enough to wait on him.

You really did have all the time in the world.

Were you also young and twenty one years old? Sure. But in this world, you’d always like to think, What’s it matter, really?

You had to roll with what you found, and you got lucky that day Daryl found you under a fallen tree - long story short, he helped you out and as soon as he knew your name, he couldn’t help but want to bring you home with him.

And that’s what he did.

Daryl has also spoken, well, more or less make comments to Rick about the girl from the woods. He’d beat around the bush as his eyes followed you across the way, watching as Carol showed you around, “y’know that girl I brought in?”

Rock would nod, “Y/n?”

A smirk would play sure Daryl’s lips as he replays you taking out two walkers at the same time, “Little young, though. Ain’t she?”

Rick shook his head, giving Daryl’s shoulder a squeeze as he stood up, “You deserve what ever makes you happy, Daryl. We make our own rules now.”

——

“There was a convenient store on the corner of one of these roads.” You look at Daryl then glancing behind you, “I figured.. if we don’t find it today.” You glance back and then forward, “We can try and hit it another day.”

“Would ya stop fuckin’ doin’ that?” He looks behind you and then at you, “really freakin’ me out today, y/n. What’s goin’ on with ya?”

“Sorry.” You sigh, shaking your head, “I just have this really weird feeling like we should have just stayed back today.”

“You wanna go back?” Daryl stops as you take a few steps ahead before turning around. He nods back, “We’re not that far away, if y’feel safer goin’ back-“

“I’m not letting you go out there alone.”

“I’m not goin’ back.” Daryl was stubborn, but so were you, “Then so am I.”

He scoffs quietly, shaking his head as he nudges you with his elbow, indicating you to walk with him. You turn, staying a little bit closer to Daryl as you make your way down the road.

About an hour away, you stand up from the last of the boxes in a semi fallen down shed, “Nothing.” You turn to Daryl and he shakes his head, “Got the same over here.”

“No where?” You look around the room and he shrugs, “should prolly just head back, it’s gonna get dark here soon.”

The weird feeling you had from earlier returns and you sigh, “Not to be annoying, but I can’t shake this feeling.”

Daryl clenches his jaw, “Alright, it’s alright.” He picks up his crossbow, “C’mon now.”

It’s the way Daryl makes your heart warm with the simple, nonchalant ways he makes sure you’re okay, trying to make sure you’re calm without actually letting you know that that is what he’s doing, but you know.

You’ve come to know Daryl better than anyone in the few short months you’ve been at Alexandria.

“Did somethin’ happen or, what?” Daryl asks as he glances over at you, trying to keep up with your slightly faster pace.

You shrug, “I just feel like something is going to happen, Daryl.” You look over at him, “Something bad.”

——

Your feeling was proven to be worth something because the moment you entered through the gates, you were gunned down, Daryl, too.

“Gimme your guns.” A tall man says in a sing-songy tone as he bends down, looking you right in your face, “And your cross bow.” He looks over to Daryl and Daryl wasn’t going to give it up without a fight.

The man stands up, walking over to lean down in Daryl’s face, “Now.”

“Y/n. Do it.” Rick says catching your attention. Only your eyes move towards Rick, hands up as a gun is pointed right next to his temple, “Daryl. You, too.”

“I’d listen to your boss man, alright. I don’t feel like killing anyone today, which is..” the man tilts his head, scratching at his temple, “Odd, but anyone. Consider this your one time act of kindness because I can promise you, from here on out, ain’t gonna be purdy.”

You tilt your head, taking your gun from your shoulder and laying it down. You take your pistol and set it down next to the rifle, “That’s all I have.”

“Mm.” The man tilts his head, “I don’t believe you.” He grips your bicep hard, causing you to yelp as he yanks you forward and onto your feet.

“Let her fuckin’ go!” Daryl yells, and you know he’s already trying to get up, but the moment you get to look back, there’s a gun in his face, blocking his view of you.

You’re thrown up against the side of the old and dusty moving truck, groaning as your head ricochetes off the side with a thump, “Fuck, ow!”

You bring your hand up, pulling it away to see red when you feel a wetness on your skin.

“You mother fu-“ Daryl starts to yell, but the man puts a gun to your temple, “I’m just trying to do my job, now shut the fuck up or I’ll really give you something to fucking yell about.”

You keep your eyes on Daryl, watching as his eyes quickly move between you and the man holding you hostage.

“I’ll keep it professional.” He taps your shoulder, “Arat. Come check her for weapons.”

You were scared shitless.

You didn’t want to die, or anyone else to die.

Who are these people, you thought as the woman behind you slid her hands roughly over your body, “Simon. This is her.”

You head shot up as Simon, supposedly, laughs, “No fucking way.” He steps back, “Negan is going to love this.”

“Who’s Negan?” Rick asks and Simon turns around slowly to look at Rick, arms spreading out to his sides slowly, “We’re all Negan.”

Simon points to you with his thumb, “Load her up.”

The uproar that happens within your people is instant and there’s a shot fired into the air, making you flinch.

“That’s e-fuckin’-nuff.” Simon yells, “The girl is coming with us, and there’s-“ he raises his voice, “Nothing you can do about it.”

He walks you back to the truck, motioning with his gun for you to get in.

You take one last look at Daryl before you start to get in, heading Simon chuckle as he sighs, “Maybe you’ll see her again, maybe you won’t. We’ll be back with more orders. Until then, stay the fuck here or more we will kill your beloved.. whatever she is to you.”

Simon looks at Daryl, “You got that Robin Hood?”

Daryl holds his heated stare onto him and that’s the last thing you see before the door shuts.

——

“Well, well, fuckin’ well. What do we have here?” A deep voice boasts from behind you. You wiggle your wrists and close your eyes, feeling a presence move around you to your front.

You open your eyes and you’re met with a rugged dude in a leather jacket, a baseball bat that’s wrapped in barbed wire tightly secured in his fist, “You must be the girl who knows her way around those dead fucks out there.”

“What are you talking about?” You look up, eyes meeting the tall, older man and he just chuckles, “A few of my men saw you take on a group, I dunno, five or six deep..” he points to you with each word, “..All. on. your. own.”

You shrug, “I’ve been out there a while.”

“And how longs a while, sweetheart?” The man asks, squatting down in front of you.

“Two years with a group, three on my own.” You say quietly, your brain reminding you about the night had no other choice but to go off on your own.

“Holy shit.” The man shakes his head, “You hearin’ this shit, Simon?”

“Arat said it was her. I can get Gavin to confirm, too.” Simon answers and the man nods, standing up to pull a chair over in front of you, “If I untie you, you promise you’ll play nice?”

You were disgusted. You wanted to go home.

You wanted Daryl. You wanted Daryl more than anything.

You nod, hands gripping the arm rests as his knife slides between your skin and the rope, flicking the blade upward to get it to cut open.

He repeats it to the other side and leans back, “You seem like you have a pretty name.” He tilts his head, fingers rubbing over the stubble on his chin, “Do you have a pretty name, sweetheart?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n.” The man repeats in a whisper, “Damn. That is pretty.” He shakes his head, smirking as his eyes take in your, very nervous figure sitting in the chair, “Look.”

The man leans forward, “I’ll tell you this, alright.” You keep your eyes off of him, which seemed to upset him. His voice grew louder and his hand reached up to tightly grip your chin, “Look. At. Me. When I am talking to you.”

You force your eyes to his and he picks up speaking where he stopped, “You’re a little spit fire out there, okay. Which mean, you’re a delicacy to your little asshole groupies back at that shithole, what was it called? Alex- some for bullshit?”

“Alexandria.” You mumble out, keeping your eyes on his. He tilts his head back, his hand still gripping your chin, “Oh, oh. Right. Yes. Alexandria.”

The door behind you opens and the man drops his hand, “Gavin, my man. I need you to tell me if this is the girl you say in the woods a few weeks ago.”

The man stands up, spinning the chair around for, presumed, Gavin to see you. His eyes move over your body, “Does she have a tattoo or some sort of mark on the back of her left arm?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“When she lifted her arm, it-“

“Lift your arm for me, sweetheart.” The man spins you towards him and you have no other choice but to oblige, you strongly feel that the other choice is death, which you can not allow to happen now.

You pull your shirt sleeve up and the man scoffs, “Bing-fucking-o.” The man shakes his head, “Get a team together, we’re going to meet the people of Alexandria earlier than expected.”

He looks to you, “Take her up to a room. A good room. She hasn’t done anything to not deserve it yet.” He winks at you and you look down as you feel a hand grab your bicep to lift you to your feet.

“Do you have any questions for me?”

You stop, turning to look at the man with the baseball bat resting on his shoulder, “Who are you?”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He walks over, tilting his head as he looks down at you, “I’m Negan.”

——

Your first day here was scary. You cried yourself to sleep, worried both about Daryl and the rest of Alexandria.

By the next morning, You were itching to get out, constantly looking for a way to escape, but they had so many people, no matter where you looked, you had eyes on you at all times.

To your surprise, the last week you spent with what you heard them call themselves, The Saviors, wasn’t in a stone cell like you pictured them doing the second you left that room on the first day.

You really didn’t know why.

You kill zombies, big deal. Doesn’t everyone else on this fucked up planet?

“Come with me, honey pie.” Simon says as he pulls you along with him, “Your time to shine.”

You’re taken outside, squinting at the brightness of the sun shining down from above. You couldn’t help but take a deep breathe, it’s the first time you’ve been outside in days.

“Get in and scoot over.” Simon commands and you climb up into the truck, your eyes meeting Negan’s as he steps up to sit into the passengers seat.

You don’t say a word to him. You just face forward as Simon smooshes you between him and Negan as he closes the door.

“So you and Robin Hood, huh?” Simon asks, referring to Daryl. You shake your head in response.

“Listen, sweetie. One thing we do around here, is answer people questions, with the words we learned how to speak. Got it?”

“Yes sir.” You say, clearing your throat, “No, me and.. Robin Hood are not a thing.”

“Seems to care about you like he does. You catch onto that Negan? The way he wanted to rip your throat out yesterday?” Simon chuckles, “Aw the look in his, man. I tell you what though, if looks could kill, you would have been dead.”

“Gonna have to take more than a nasty look to kill me.” Negan chuckles deeply, “Oh looky here.” He points, looking over at you as he sings, “honey.. we’re home.”

Your heart was racing as you seen Rosita motion to open the gate.

You watch her face shift into a shocked look when she caught glimpse of you through the windshield.

As you drive in, coming to a stop, you already see Daryl, front and center with Rick.

“C’mon.” Simon motions to you and you slide over, allowing him to help you down before you follow him around the truck. He pulls you closer to him, the click sending a shiver down your spine.

“Alright. Here’s the deal. You all want your badass, Duffy the zombie slayer black, but I don’t know.” Negan glances back at you, “She could be useful to me.”

You see Rick tighten his grip on Daryl’s vest and you send him a loving look.

“That thought didn’t even cross my mind, but you know what, how about this, If you want y/n back, give us half of your food today, and I want, we’ll make it easy.. ten guns by next week.”

“T-ten guns?” Rick asks baffled, “by next week? Negan that’s.. don’t you think that’s a little impossible?”

“Fine, make it fifteen by Friday, or you can say goodbye to the only chance you all actually have at surviving.” Negan points to you, “As you can she, she’s alive and well, now.”

Negan motions to the truck, “Let’s go.”

You shake your head and Simon grabs your arm roughly and you pull back, letting your fear get the best of you, “No, please. Nono, please no! No!”

Your pleads only set everyone on your side off, yelling and trying to push past the wall of Saviors.

Knives are drawn and you’re held to Negan’s chest, “Listen here! I make the rules. I have something you want and now, you’re going to go off and fuckin’ get me what I want. I’m done negotiating.”

“Negan, please. Just let y/n stay an I pro-“

Negan cuts Rick off, “You promise what, Rick? Huh? You already doubted yourselves with getting ten-“ He gasps, “Sorry, I mean fifteen by next Friday.”

He laughs, shaking his head, sighing as he brings his bat, Lucille, next for your face, “what makes you think you can handle the load of getting this thing here back.”

Daryl’s eyes squint as Negan calls you, this thing.

You swallow, glancing around.

You can take on six walkers, but not this many saviors, the walkers didn’t have rifles pointed at the people you’ve come to love and care for.

“Why are-“ Negan scoffs, “Why are we even still discussing this? You know what. Fine.” He pushes you to the back of the truck and you stumble, silently begging for help.

“If you’re going to cause this big of a fuss instead of just doing as I say..” Negan looks at you, “Then no one can.”

He shrugs, pointing Lucille at the open back, “Get in, or I kill someone.”

——

Ｐ Ｒ Ｅ Ｓ Ｅ Ｎ Ｔ • Ｄ Ａ Ｙ

You held your breath as you pushed your back up against the tree, waiting for the stray walker to move past you, knife at the ready just in case.

You slip around the tree, opposite way from the dead before you continue your journey through the woods.

It’s been, almost five years since you were left stranded in the middle of god knows where by Negan and his Saviors.

You weren’t even sure if they were still a thing or not, but jokes on them, you’re still alive.

And you’re full of fight.

You stopped at the river, bending down to feel the cool water on your fingertips. You’ve been walking all day, and you just needed to take a second.

You look up, taking in the scenery for a few moments before it all starts to becomes, familiar.

You stand up, looking around as your heart starts to pound. You shake your head, laughing slightly as you bend down to grab your bag.

If this is the river you were thinking of, then this river runs directly past your grandfathers cabin, and you can only hope that if Daryl was alive and out there looking for you, that he comes this way.

He should know about this, you stumbled upon it while on a run the one day. You remember about it, but all you knew was that it was next to the river that looked really pretty when the sun was setting, and it still does.

You only had about two hours of sunlight left, and you didn’t know how far you had to go yet, or even if you were going in the right direction.

If this cabin was here, maybe you could finally get a decent nights sleep, that is if it isn’t destroyed by walkers and the storms that plow through.

“I’m going to go get some more firewood.” A woman’s voice sounds through the trees. You stop, moving, furrowing your brows as you try and listen, but she’s already moving, walking away from the small building.

Your cabin.

You feel like you could throw up.

You turn around, trying to see if you can get a glimpse of who she was talking, too, but nothing.

“Raise your hands and turn around slowly.”

You whip around, catching her off guard before her face settles, “Holy shit.” Carol laughs slightly, “Daryl is going to lose his mind.”

She pulls you into a hug and you hear her sniffle, “oh my god, look at you.” She leans back, hands sliding over your hand and down your face, “You grew up.”

You smile slightly, your mind going back to who’s in the cabin, “Is he in there?”

“Every chance he got.” She shakes her head, “So much has happened.” You see the pain in her eyes but you opt to keep things happy right now, “we can talk later. I want to see Daryl first.”

She nods, brushing hair from your face, “Im so happy you found your way back.”

“It was hell, but right now, totally worth it.” You take a deep breath, “You go in first.”

She nods, walking a head of you as she leads you back towards the cabin, “Hey Daryl.” Carol calls as she smaller back at you, “I found something that you’re going to want to see.”

You stand by the fire, the glow illuminates you as you stand there waiting to see his face for the very first time in five years.

The feelings you had, never went away.

“What’d ya fi-“ His face falls and his arms go limp by his sides as he shakes his head, “No fuckin’ way.”

Tears well up in your eyes as Daryl slowly steps down off the porch, “No fuckin’ way.” He looks at Carol and back to you before quickly making his way over to you.

“Where the hell ya been?” He grabs you, pulling you into his chest tight, “I thought you were dead, I-.” He leans back, looking over your slightly older looks.

“Negan told us that he watched you get attacked by walkers.” Carol chimes in, finishing what Daryl couldn’t, “He brought back your necklace, there was blood on it.. we didn’t..”

You keep your hands on Daryl, your fingers moving under the sleeve of his jacket, “Negan snapped that necklace off my neck before they dumped me in the middle of nowhere.”

Daryl scoffs, pulling you closer to rest his chin on your head. Carol smiles as she watches the affectionate radiate off of him.

“They drove me way past the city, too. I don’t know. I’m pretty sure they drugged me or something because I was out for most of the trip.”

You feel Daryl’s grip tighten with your words and you shake your head, laying a hand on his bicep, “So much happened.”

You think back to all the stuff you had to do just to make it back to here, cringing at yourself.

“Ya hungry?” Daryl asks changing the subject and you nod, “Starving.”

——

Since the minute you found them, Daryl hasn’t left your side, and Dog right by his.

You were able to handle the news of the deaths and destruction among your group and homes, it hurt to hear, but it’s better that you know how than walking in expecting everything to be all sunshine and rainbows.

ou cried, but there was one question you needed the answer to.

“Are the Savior’s gone?” You looked up at Carol as she looks to Daryl. Your attention moves to him and he nods, “Ah, yeah. Yeah. But..”

“What?”

“Negan is at Alexandria.”

You’re on your feet, “What.”

“It’s only tem-“

You turn, walking away from Carol as she tries to explain, but you walk over to a tree, pressing your hand into it.

As you take a few deep breathes, you feel someone walking up to you, “I just need a minute.” You tilt your head, closing your eyes as you swallow the feeling of wanting to puke away.

“S’alot to process.” Daryl mumbles, unsure of what to do, “Take your time.”

Do you resent him now?

Are you going to leave again?

He wanted you to know everything, but he wouldn’t have if that meant you leaving again.

“Daryl?” You wave your hand in front of his face and he blinks, “Sorry I just..” he shakes his head, “please don’t leave me again.”

“Leave you again?” You laugh slightly, letting out a sigh, “Why would you think that I’d leave you? I’ve been looking for you.”

“I haven’t stopped. I came here because I-“

You smirk slightly, “Because you actually paid attention to your bestie?”

He gives you a small smirk, shoulders heaving as he laughs ever so slightly, “You’ve changed..” Daryl brushes his hand over your hair, his thumb gently brushing over your face, His brows furrow, “when did you get this?”

His finger brushes over the scar on your top lip, “Did someone do this t’you?”

“One of those assholes that pushed me out of the car, hit my face on a rock.” You shake your head, “It’s just a scar, Daryl.”

Which was one of many you have received.

“Sorry I-“

“Don’t. Don’t do that.” You shake your head, “What happened to me wasn’t your fault, okay.”

All he does is nod but you frown slightly, “Have I ever told you that I liked you?”

“I don’t think you’d come on runs with me if ya didn’t.” Daryl looks at you and you tilt your head, “No, like..” you bite your lip and sigh.

He laughs slightly, “M’old enough to be your daddy, y/n.” You smirk up at him, getting ready to say something but he pulls you towards him, “Watch out.”

Natural instinct, you have your knife in your hand within a second and you both swing around, the blades of your knives entering the dead’s skull in unison.

You look at the knives and back to Daryl, “Either way I look at it.” You pull your knife from the walker, “You and I will always have unfinished business to take care of.”

Daryl shakes his head as he withdrawals his knife, “You think?”

You lay your hand on his chest, “I know.”

You couldn’t let yourself feel what you’ve pushed through, but both Carol and Daryl can see that.

“Hi, boy.” You bend down to pet Dog, your shirt riding up to reveal a slightly bigger scar than on your lip. Daryl’s eyes fixate on it right away and he clenches his jaw.

Before he can ask, you stand up, “You fix up everything?”

“Yeah, go take a look.” Daryl sniffles and walks towards Carol as you walk into the cabin. Memories of growing up here flood through, almost breaking that barrier until Dog pushes between your legs, whining as he trots in.

“Do you need anything?” Carol asks walking up beside you. You shake your head, hesitating to look over at her at first, “No, no. I’m good.”

“We can head back to Alexandria in the morning.” She rubs your back, “It’s really good to have you back.”

You smile, nodding, “It’s really nice to not be alone.”

“What happened out there?”

You shake your head sluggishly, “I don’t-“

“Okay.” She says quickly as Daryl walks in. You look up at him, “I think I’m going to go lay down.” You walk over to where your bag is and sit down.

You bring your knees to your chest, eyes focusing on Dog as he glows in the light of the fire.

A few moments later, Daryl’s footsteps move closer to you. He stays silent as he moves to sit next to you. He brings his arm out, laying it around your back as he pulls you into his side.

You immediately fall into him, your head on his chest, arm around his torso. He inches back, just enough to lean against the wall for support.

Daryl looked down at you, gently playing with strands of your now long hair, it was just a little past your shoulders when you were separated.

You lost weight from having to scavenge for any food that was safe to eat.

He knew what you went through was tormenting you, he just wanted you to know that you aren’t alone.

“Look at me, y/n.”

You roll over into your back, head in his lap as you stare up at him.

“When you’re ready to tell someone, m’here f’ya.”

You close your eyes as his hand strokes over your hair. You haven’t felt this safe in a while, so you were just trying to soak it all in without having to worry every single second of the day and most nights.

“I love you.” Daryl whispers, “Should’ve told you that years ago.”

“It’s about time you say those words to me, Daryl Dixon.” You sit up, keeping your chest on his arm as you lean in, “I love you.”

——

I started to hate this towards the end but I NEEDED to get this off of my chest. I hope you enjoyed. As always, I love you so much. Thank you for reading! 🖤

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the night was all too relaxing. just the typing at your keyboard and sipping at your coffee, while raindrops painted the glass windows. accompanied by that sweet tapping sound, this was the life.

what you weren't expecting was a wild leon knocking at your window, hair all soaked and dark from the rain. "leon, what the fuck?" you ran over to the window and opened it up. he's lucky you live on the first floor of your apartment.

once you're actually close to him is when you realize he's in tears. "she cheated on me!" he exclaimed, followed by a few sad cries.

honestly, you warned him this would happen. everyone did! his ex girlfriend was a whore, to put it nicely. yet you decided to hold back all your i told you so's, and let him in kindly.

so here he was. on your couch, with your towel slung around his shoulders, and even finishing your coffee. unsolicited. seriously, who does that?

but he's your best friend. he's sweetheart, really. you love him... as a friend. so of course you'll console him.

"she didn't deserve you, lee. you're too good for her." in all honesty, you wanted to just say that she's notorious for cheating on all her men, but that's not what he needed to hear right now.

he stopped his crying a while ago, yet you could still hear the strain in his voice. like he was ready to get the waterworks running any second now. "i just don't understand– you say i'm a good guy yet she still cheated. am i not worthy of love or something?"

oh, now you wanted this bitch dead. cheat on leon? that's one thing but he'll get over it. however, she had to ruin his self worth too? now you've got a problem.

you gently placed your hand on top his which was resting on his knee. looking into those sweet blue eyes, as the damp tips of his hair kissed his eyelashes. "you're worthy, leon. i think you're worthy of love."

leon was ashamed to admit it, but your hand on his, paired with your sweet words and probably even sweeter lips? yeah, you had him shivering under his skin. seriously, he just got cheated on not even thirty minutes ago and here he was blushing from his best friend. even worse; his blood ran south.

he gulped in response, that pretty adams apple bobbing in his throat. "uh– if you say so. thanks." your hand lingered for a moment, yet you quickly let go of him and cleared your throat. getting up off the couch. "want more coffee? i'll go make some." you offered. "yeah, sure." what he really wanted now was you.

you returned with the coffees, letting him sip at it for a moment before placing them both down on the coffee table. of course you had to bend over in those little things you called shorts. right in his face. he had to bite back a groan, even shift a bit in his seat pathetically.

poor guy, the smallest things turned him on. "you look pretty today." he complimented, more so thinking with his dick than anything. which earned a small chuckle from you. "oh, really?" you were just wearing whatever shorts and tee you found that day. so what on earth was that about?

you took your seat back down next to him, looking at him for a good awkward thirty seconds before he lunged forwards into a hug. "thank you so much... seriously, i wouldn't know what i'd do without you." he mumbled into your shoulder.

you smiled, wrapping your arms around him and letting your fingers run through the back of his hair in a soothing motion. "it's all good, lee, don't worry about it."

suddenly, you felt it. his erection pressed against you. "um?" and he immediately pulled back a bit panicked. beginning to ramble an apology on. "shit– i'm sorry! i didn't mean to or anything just, fuck, i'm sorry–"

someone had to shut him up! you just did it the more convenient way. lips pressed against his, and it didn't help that they were so soft too. like little pillows. you pulled back, and his jaw was to the floor. "holy shit."

in an instant, he laid his head on your shoulder. face buried into the crook of your neck. "i need this." he whined a little. "i need you." okay, no one warned you this man was so whiny. whiny, and convincing.

and that's how you got here. sitting pretty on his lap, in a full make-out sesh with your best friend. to be fair, best friends kissed all the time.. you think! so yeah, you were wrong before. this was really the life!

your lips moved in sequence, until he pulled back panting for air. "may i?" as he tugged at your t-shirt. "you may." met with the plush of your tits, immediately kneading them in his hands with a soft groan.

after that, the rest of your clothes were quick to go. his too. you pressed your lips to his with a few more quick kisses, taking his length in hand. to say your best friends cock was pretty was an understatement. with a slight curve upward, and a flushed tip, you knew this thing was gonna feel pretty damn good.

"haah–" he immediately gasped as your hand up and down his width. you were nearly in shock to see your friend mindlessly bucking into your hand. holy, he was effortlessly sexy.

to be honest, he could finish like this alone. but where's the fun in that? "i'mma need more, baby, please." and just like that he had you kissing his swollen lips as you aligned your entrance with him.

once you sunk your hips onto him, he immediately took hold of them. being met with your velvety walls all tight around him had put him in a trance. not that he didn't have a similar affect on you. the initial burn and stretch was a lot but after a few small minutes it all subsided for pleasure.

"holy fuck!" leon threw his head back for a split second, before picking it back up to look at you. eyes half-lidded and dewy with pleasure. "you like that, baby?" you had to tease with a smirk. "fuckin' love it."

lewd squelching and skin slapping filled the room. that, paired with you and leon's moans and whimpers in sync was a godsend. he tried to hold himself back, he really did. but not even seconds later he found himself bucking into your cunt, balls deep. his pretty tip kissing your cervix with each hit.

you gasped out as your nails dug into his muscular shoulders. which painted some red scratches along his skin for him to admire later. both of your hips moving in sync. you immediately began to sing out your pleasure, all just for him to hear. "fuck– lee, just like that!"

of course leon took that as his cue to mess with you back. "oh yeah? you like that, baby?" typical. you could tell he was close by the way he began to grit his teeth. luckily for you, the sight alone was enough to cause that knot to form in your stomach.

one of his hands let go of your hip. bringing the rough pad of his thumb down to your puffy clit to rub in a few figure eight's. earner even louder sounds from you. "you gonna cum, hm?" he spoke through grunts, feeling your walls inclose on him. "fuck, cum for me, baby." cause' a true gentleman never finishes first!

your release quickly washed over you after those five magic words, going momentarily dumb on his cock. the second you came, he followed right behind. shutting himself up by pushing his lips onto yours. entangling his tongue with yours as his hot seed began to fill you. all while he just continued to thrust it up into you.

as you both came down from your highs, you slipped off leon. before crashing down to lay against his shoulder as you caught your breath. leon watched his remnants spill out you, biting his bottom lip in a smirk. he had a split reminder of his ex, but not one that did her any justice at all. "should've known she had nothing on you."

[bo0tleg]

GEMS MY FRIEND SAID WATCHING 'TOP GUN: MAVERICK' FOR THE FIRST TIME:

"The jacket! The famous jacket that pulls women, pulls men, pulls the world!"

"Oh look how hot~ he looks on that motorcicle. He's even pracing his ass!"

(Maverick, on screen: "Well... He's not here yet.") The mans madness has begun."

"MAVERICK DON'T DIE YOU STILL NEED TO HAVE YOUR GAY ROMANCE!"

"He lasted two months at Top Gun? HA. He probably was a bigger piece of work than the students."

"From what I can tell, Maverick tamed Iceman. In the first one he was the little annoying bitch and Maverick saw a challenge."

"I mean, at least these two (Penny and Mav) have chemistry. They hooked up in a plane, after all."

"Iceman solves his problems, Iceman keeps his job, what a simp. That's dog behavior."

"Maverick doesn't look likes he's flirting with her, he's just confused. His confused face looks like his flirting face, and people assume. I know this because people do it to me."

"Yeah, he's kinda like that one Olívia Rodrigo song that she gets confused when she sees her ex... What was it again?" ('bad Idea right?' by Olivia Rodrigo)

"I like him (Bob)! He's pathetic like me!"

"Oooohhh they're (Phoenix and Bob) gonna be besties! I can feel it."

(When Phoenix racks Rooster with the cue) "OHOHOHOOOO I LIKE HER ALREADY."

(Didn't notice Hangman taking Bob's cue, I relayed the information) "Aaaahhh don't steal Bob's cue. Bob's cool, Bob's nice."

(After rewinding the scene) "NO, NO, NO! WHO IS THAT? NOBODY CAN STEAL BOB'S CUE! I don't like him (Hangman)."

(Hangman, on screen: Bradshaw! As I live and breathe!) *Slowly turns towards me with dead eyes*

"That's not enemies to lovers, that's just enemies."

"With just this scene, I can tell this guy (Hangman) comes and goes. 'Sometimes I flirt with you, sometimes I hate you.' He's like a tsudere."

"Oh, got it. Phoenix is adopted into the man's group. She's a bro."

"I wouldn't say that they're his support system, but those two are the people that know him the best. Hangman is paying attention because he wants to be the best and needs to defeat Rooster. Phoenix is demonstrating a more sibling like worry."

"Hondo is like Mavericks babysitter."

"Oh. Oh, now Mav's flirting with her."

(Following the 'Baby on Board' comment) "Don't talk shit about Bob! I don't like Hangman."

"Maverick is like a step father to Rooster. Not in the 'HAHA I FUCKED YOUR MOM' kind of way, but in the way that he helped raise him."

"Where is Iceman? I'm here for the two of them, I don't give a fuck about Aeronautics."

"I think Ice and Maverick had a long relationship, but they're not together anymore. They maintained a friendship, but their lives probably went in different directions. I'd say they were together for 10, maybe 20 years."

('I ain't worried' by OneRepublic starts playing) "This song is from 2022? OH MY GOD THE SCENE"

"DON'T PLAY AROUND WITH GRANDPA!"

*Started chanting "BOB! BOB! BOB!" When he got picked up*

*Eeriely quiet during the bird strike, until Maverick starts talking to Rooster* "OH THEY'RE NOT DEAD. THEY COULDN'T HAVE KILLED BOB! IF THEY KILLED BOB I WOULD STOP AND NEVER WATCH TOP GUN EVER AGAIN!"

"Definitely 20 years. Ice is probably the only person Mav actually loved. Like, not a fling?" "Yeah, probably." "He's been with lots of women, and men, but Iceman is the only person he was ever in love with– maybe still is."

"I think his (Ice's) wife knows. That's probably why she recognizes Mav and is kind of friends with him." "That's probably why she just let him go up to see Ice." "YEAH GO AHEAD, FUCK MY HUSBAND!"

"It's pretty easy to notice that Snowman– No, ICEman."

"That is the face of a man who just lost the love of his life."

"Damn, the mans a beast. If It was me I'd already have cried, alone, in a room absolutely destroyed, never to come out again."

"He's got nobody, dude! I just want his step child to come back, because If he doesn't that man's gonna kill himself!"

"Why does it always have to have a romantic ending. Just leave him with his adoptive son. Go away."

"They (Penny and Mav) aren't going to end up together."

"I have a theory! Fanboy is obsessed with women! Cus he's 'Fanboy'." "But wouldn't he be called Simp, then?" "Ah, then he's obsessed with men." "... simp can be for men too."

"There's gonna be a Top Gun Three? Who's it gonna be about? It ain't gonna be Maverick, that man has a foot in the grave already."

"Bob is my favorite in the second movie. I have no favorites in the first one because everybody is very macho and very gay, and that's boring."

[sophswritingthings]

PART 9 🫠🫠🫠

So you know how Mizu went to assassinate that one girl and when coming back from the successful kill that some random kid she decided to trust actually snitched on her?? (Cant trust kids for shit anymore 😔😔), well i had an idea for reader and her to fight off the army like the badass couple they are.

So when the army comes around and says their grand plan and how they are gonna wreck shit up. Mizu ofc tells Ringo to bring everyone down to the cellar to keep them safe and shit, including reader of course because reader is just a magnet for trouble atp but Reader says “absolutely not” and goes to help her wife. Since she’s an Ex-Shinobi she definitely knows how to sneak around and be stealthy so she readies herself and even makes makeshift weapons like a rope javelin and smoke screens.

So when Mizu is out struggling with her wound, reader is out killing the rest of the other stupid men because she still has anger nestled in her from her Frenemy encounter. Some of the men even recognize her to be daughter of the infamous Shinobi “black death” (or smth idk, making this part while doing trigonometry homework 😓😓). And reader just doesn’t respond and kills them heartlessly. And then she helps Mizu and they fight together with such precision it’s beautiful.

At the end of the fight, The guards who were looking for akemi found her ofc and Reader wanted help even if Akemi was threatening to kill Mizu but Mizu just stops Reader and reader is like “☹️ i wanted to help her though.” (Best i can come up with while studying and doing homework 😭😭)

pairing: mizu x fem!apothecary!reader

warning(s): heavy blood, injury, swearing

a/n: really can’t trust them little bastards anymore 😞 and not the trigonometry homework 😭 I pray for you bestie

summary: after returning from your little encounter; you find a child snitched on mizu for doing her work. the thousand claw army shows up; and you and your wife are ready to fuck shit up.

word count: 1,225 words / 6,751 characters

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bang—ban—ba—b—

your eyes flash up to the door, suddenly snapped out of your anger. 

mizu slowly gets to her feet, sliding her hat back on her head. you follow close behind—you promised never to leave your wife’s side, and you wouldn’t.

you step outside the brothel, the workers pooling outside behind you.

your eyes widen, recoiling back when you saw the thousand claw army; a young boy nestled at their side. 

mizu looked absolutely pissed when she saw the boy. 

oh, god. what now?

you turn your attention to the man, held by his hair. 

slash.

blood tricked down his throat, practically gushing onto the floor as his eyes rolled back and body went limp.

you’d seen so much death you didn’t even flinch.

mizu, promptly, threw off her overcoat, hat and glasses.

she didn’t give a shit who saw, right now; they’d all be dead soon, anyway.

“ringo,” mizu narrowed her eyes, placing an arm out protectively. “get them all downstairs.” she said in a hushed voice, ushering everyone inside as she boarded up the door. “keep them there and stand guard, don’t leave, you hear me? unless I say so you stay down there.”

everyone began being ushered downstairs, you stay still, holding your ground.

“you too,” she hissed, looking up up and down for a moment.

“oh, no.” you place a hand on her arm, “we are in this together; always have been. I know what I’m doing—two is better than one fighting a whole army, isn’t it?”

she narrows her eyes further, letting her eyebrows furrow being sighing.

“do as I say,” she whispers, “stay in the dark and stay out of sight. strike only when a few are around; never take on a whole group at once.”

you nod, squeezing her hand.

“we’ve got this, don’t worry.” 

you smile. you seemed so sure; it soothed her worries that something would happen to you—if only a little.

you slink into the darkness, pressed up against the wall. your wife is on the other side; glancing down the hall every so often. you have three kunai's in between your fingertips, and a small javelin type weapon in your other hand.

the thundering footsteps of the thousand claw army storm past you, never even stopping to look for you. after they separated, a little, mizu glanced at you—she gestured you forward.

you tossed one of the kunai's at the back of one of the men's throat; piercing through with a sharp “plunk” sound.

you took the next man, slipping past him as he attempted to swing it you—your small size coming in handy. you dash under his arm, grabbing his bicep and slashing the javelin across his throat with precision.

you may have been covered in blood, but you had plenty of pent up anger from your earlier encounter. the adrenaline of fighting was pumping through your body; you weren’t sure how long it'd been since you fought.

mizu grabbed your hand, pulling you along to the next area. you slunk into the darkness, peering around to see three more men come into your vicinity.

mizu slashed her sword across his waist, chopping one in half. you took on a different one; tossing your kunai's and pinning him to the wall with puncture wounds in his chest and legs.

you pulled them all out; smirking as he fell to the ground lifeless.

you tossed one of your kunai's to your wife, who caught it quickly—stabbing it through the warriors chest. it was laced with poison, so if the would didn’t kill him, the vile certainly would.

mizu groaned, scooting up against the wall—tucked away into a skinny hall. 

you're heart dropped—

—she was holding her stomach. four stab wounds from the claws punctured her skin.

you rush to her side, sliding onto your knees. you place pressure on her wound, slipping some bandages out of your kimono. you had no herbs or poultice right now; but as long as mizu didn’t bleed out, you'd be fine.

you leapt to your feet, leaving her to breathing heavy and struggling with her wound.

five men surrounded you.

you'd watched mizu handle the same situation with beautiful precision.

you could try.

you grabbed one of their arms, as they reared up to claw you with those metal claws of theirs—you sweat your foot under their feet, knocking them to the floor as you punctured his chest with your makeshift javelin. 

you tugged it out of his chest, turning around and slashing another’s throat—you tossed your poisoned kunai's at two others, stabbing their heads and knocking them to the floor.

you kicked the last one to the floor, digging your heal into his stomach.

you tossed the javelin down at him, letting out a scream before going limp.

“how many,” you huff, gazing at mizu, who was looking at you with almost lovesick sparkling eyes. “more?”

“plenty more..” she tried to get up, groaning as she fell back to the ground.

“careful..” you hiss, eyes narrowed. you wiped a dash of blood from your face.

“I’ll be fine,” she heaved herself to her feet, latching around you as you made your way outside. she had her weapon in one hand, your hand in her other.

you gazed at the hundreds of soldiers.

just you and your wife… fighting all them off.

seemed reasonable enough.

you hopped into battle, the two of you having each other’s backs the entire time. mizu, every so often, would pass you her weapon—and in turn you'd pass a few of your kunai's.

it was like a wedding dance; at least, your version of it, since you never had one.

you're breathing was heavy—and your entire body was soaked in blood, as was mizu’s. some of it was hers, most of it… wasn’t.

she reached out for your hand. she placed a tender kiss on top of it;

“thank you, my love. but please… never offer to fight with me again.”

her words make you giggle, placing a kiss to her cheek.

“whenever you need help, my darling, I will offer it—over and over again even if it gets me killed every time, in every universe,” you smile softly.

“mizu!”

“master!”

the two calls sound from the brothel doors, akemi and ringo, both covered in dashes off blood—come running out.

guards. warriors. more of them.

your head whips to the side; your eye widening as more guards approach. though they don’t seem violet, your hand stands readied in case they chose to be.

“we are here to collect princess akemi of kyoto,” they announced, gazing at akemi.

“no,” akemi hissed. “you won’t let them take me. right, mizu?”

mizu gazed into her eyes for a moment. she sighed, adverting her gaze.

“take her,” mizu hissed.

“what?!” 

akemi exclaimed, her voice hollering out mizu's name as she was lifted and taken away by the guards.

her screams hurt your heart, covering your ears so you didn’t have to hear them.

when it died off; you gazed at your wife.

“we should have helped her,” you murmur. “I wanted to help her.”

“we can’t help everyone we come across,” mizu settles down on the curb of the street. “she would only weigh us down; we don’t need the bounty of some stollen princess on our shoulders.”

you advert your gaze, “I suppose we do not.”

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[chaotic-mystery]

cant stop thinking about jealous!joel miller and the way he’d react to seeing others flirt with you. just a little after your arrival to jackson, the three of you tired and just starting to socialize. you get talking with a friend of maria’s who introduced you. and joel is there watching, pretending to be interested in whatever the bored housewife hanging off his arm was even talking to him about. he burns with jealousy he doesn’t know what to do with and ends up crossing the bar to get to you. where he makes some kind of show of getting his hands on you and subtly proving his protectiveness and jealousy over other men talking to you. give it some real angst for me, please?

A/N: Bestie, I tried so hard for this and it's a little long, I hope I did it some justice!

“You’re what?” He shot up from the chair at the table and followed you down the hallway. “I’m going to the bar to go and be social, Joel. I’m fucking tired of being alone, I need more interaction. Besides, how would that look on us if we just stayed cooped up in the house instead of getting to know the people who were so kind to let us into their town?” you waited for a response, but it never came. You exited the bedroom and started for the door.  “So are Ellie and I not enough for you anymore?” he shouted at you as you were about to swing the front door wide open. Stopping dead in your tracks, doorknob in hand, you spun around quickly. “Excuse me? No, you don’t get to throw that at me, asshole. I love you both dearly, but god damn...I can only take so many of her jokes, and I can only deal with you being so cold towards me for so long. I’m sorry if I want to go somewhere I actually feel wanted. So if you want to, you can tag along or you can stay here with Ellie and watch a movie.” You didn’t mean for the words to sound so harsh, but maybe you were glad they hurt him a little. He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. A scoff left your lips and out the door you went not wanting him to see the tears trying to escape your eyes. The walk to the bar was quiet, neither one wanted to speak.

Once you got inside and ordered a drink, he grabbed your arm and pulled you close to him. "For the record, I do want you, baby” Looking into those beautiful deep brown eyes was the biggest mistake you could’ve made. They always made you forgive him and you hated that. “Then act like it maybe” you snapped at him and gave his bottle a sarcastic clink with yours, making your way to Maria. Your hand brushed against her arm as you greeted one another and she told you she had some friends she wanted to introduce you to. Glancing behind you, your eyes found the woman next to Joel and he wasn’t entertained at all by her standing too close for his comfort, rambling on about god knows what. Maria introduced you to almost everyone there when you finally got to the last group of people. A pair of brothers and their friend were sitting at a table alone with beer bottles scattered across in front of them when you approached and Maria gave a quick introduction between everyone. She left to go find Tommy and you sat at the table with the men, asking where they were originally from and how everyone made it to Jackson. 

Joel was eventually out of eyesight as everyone shuffled around the floor, but you knew he was still with the same woman only because her laugh echoed from the same spot behind the sea of people in front of your table. You couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting to see Joel. A point had to be made though and he’s been distant towards you ever since you almost got killed when the patrolling people of Jackson didn’t know why you were there or that Joel was Tommy’s brother. So many apologies were said, but he didn’t want to hear it. Ever since then he hasn’t said much of anything, so it was a slap in the face to you when he asked if Ellie and him weren’t enough. 

As the night went on, less and less people shielded you at the table. Joel's eyes landed on where you were, currently playing cards with the men you were actually enjoying talking to. His body was on fire with jealousy, because you couldn't see what he was seeing. They didn’t want to just chat and be friendly and play cards, they wanted more from you. The guy sitting next to you started inching closer, his arm finding its way around your shoulders. You kept knocking it down off of you as you just wanted to win this hand of cards and go home. “Stop, sweetheart. I’m just trying to make you feel comfortable.” the table erupted in laughs and you caught on to what was going on. “Well can we just finish this hand? I’m kinda tired, I need to get back to my boyfriend anyway.” That’s never scared off anyone before and you didn’t know what made you think that would work now. Looking beyond the ones sitting in front of you, you found Joel who had his chair planted just right so you were in his eyesight the entire time. The woman was leaning over him, hand on his thigh as she asked if she should get more beers for the two of them. “No, I think you should go home darlin. I’m sure you don’t want your husband to come lookin for you and find you draped all over me because you’re bored with him, and he’d try to kick my ass like it’s my fault, and the next thing you know you’re not bored because you’ll be taking care of him and his bloody nose.” She hopped down off the stool and gave Joel the middle finger as she walked by him, and a smirk grew on your lips. He couldn’t help but chuckle and look away from you. 

“Boyfriend? Baby you’ve been here with us the past almost two hours, if you had a boyfriend, why would he let a pretty girl like you be here alone?” Your sight locked on the man laughing across the short table across from you, and you held your cards against your chest “I can take care of myself, that's why” and with that, you placed them down to show them you won the game. An arm made its way around you, only this time it was your waist as he pulled you close to congratulate you. You tried wiggling away, but his grip got tighter. Joel could see you struggling and that was all he needed to get up and make his way to your table. His hand landed firmly on the guy's shoulder that was around you and he gave it a good grip. “Do you wanna have a broken arm?  If not I suggest you get the fuck off my girl because I will not hesitate and she won’t hesitate to take out your buddies.” You looked at Joel and restrained a grin as he yanked the guy's arm off you and held out his hand to help you up. He pulled you against his chest, his arm wrapped around you tightly like you’d disappear if he didn’t hold on, and gave you a deep kiss with his other hand cupping your cheek. The kiss said it all, the topic didn’t need to be rehashed. Needless to say, the next day you and Joel had to take the bed frame to the shop and put it back together and reinforce it better.

[quidfree]

I'm converting everyone in my life to tsh fans and without fail everyone always tells me that how funny it is that richard tells on himself so badly by writing francis by far the most like an actual person, in contrast especially to how. not like a person camilla is written.

I guess I was just wondering what you find most endearing about the richard-francis dynamic/what aspect you like to write the most, because for me it's got to be the way richard's own narration betrays how close they are just in the details he manages to capture

spreading the good word…

but like yeah you & i share the same instinct when it comes to those two anon you’re so real. bc it really drives me crazy like… richard’s Whole Thing is that he is soo fucked up and he wants to desperately to be part of something Beautiful and Real and Not what he has come from, and so he lies to us and to himself and edits his memories and his interactions and puts a group of pretentious rich kids on a pedestal bc they have the aesthetic of something he wants. and there is some truth to it and to him and to the relationships they build, but as the story progresses it becomes harder and harder for him to hold on to the grand visions he had of them and his life with them bc in fact all of them are just kind of bad people in pretty banal ways. and so by the end he is disillusioned and alone and washes back up to californiaaa baby and all of his once friends are fallen idols and he never really knew them at all.

EXCEPT that’s not true! both bc there were some moments of Realness, but mostly because throughout the whole act two, the one person who is With us-as-richard as everything falls apart is francis! he’s there! he is annoying and everpresent and inspiring richard to have nightmare visions of them as old men still bitching at each other, but he’s There as an actual person! henry’s an absentee god and charles is a study in cruel self-destruction and camilla is a mystery of absence, but francis is an actual right there flesh and blood person! they have serious conversations abt the people they’re in love with! they drive each other up a wall! richard takes francis to get diagnosed w panic disorders! he absolutely Knows francis, and for all that he is constantly complaining abt him, they’re also just. friends. that doesn’t mean theyre Nice About It, but it’s like.. richard you did make an actual friend. somehow in the midst of this whole mess you two stumbled into friendship. it’s just crazy to me bc they’re both so judgmental and shallow in some ways but they know each other at their very worst and that doesn’t stop them being friends. and that’s not enough to keep them #besties after the end of the year (fair enough with two dead friends and three murder/suicides within the space of a year), but YEARS later when francis tries to kill himself he sends richard a goodbye letter! and richard drops everything to rush to him in a panic and when they see each other in the hospital they’re so happy abt it! bc they somehow fucked up and managed to care abt each other despite knowing what assholes they are!

it’s just too good / awful. also the whole ending is so perfect in that regard. squad reunion around the bestie’s suicide bed before his sham homophobia marriage! richard Immediately proposes to camilla bc he’s crazy!! she somehow does not tell him straight up that he’s insane bc they have almost no interaction throughout the whole book and also timing! richard literally tells her they should get married bc they both love(d) henry! etc

anyways i went off topic bc the above isn’t even a proper answer to your question. what i find most endearing is like, francis putting blankets over richard while he sleeps and richard remembering sooooo many of francis’ quips verbatim years later. and what i like writing the most is like… hm. yeah maybe richard self-reporting, and Also i really enjoy writing francis’ feelings from richard pov. maybe a hot take but i do not think theyre at all In Love in the book, so getting to decide what that would look like is really fun. but maybe that’s for another ask…

[puppercupboard]

I was going to leave my say on the current state of things with regards to MW3 and it's ending (major spoilers ahead) to one post but i am notoriously bad at keeping my mouth shut so like....

let me preface this that i am not telling you that you have to comply with canon. i am not a cop. if you want to make an au where soap lives go ahead. my friends and i already have. this is just a vent post and i don't expect anyone to give a shit what i have to say.

but genuinely the response that i've seen from some of the ghoap shippers with regards to his death? it's giving.... complete tone-deafness and total unfamiliarity with the characters that they are proclaiming to love.

which i suppose shouldn't be too surprising, considering that i have seen people admitting to not engaging with the source material because it's military propaganda (and it is!) and saying they don't want to promote it... as people who are creators for the ship. The ship that has been one of the biggest driving forces for funneling new people into the fandom. y'know. the fandom for the military propaganda game.

the number of people i've seen people say that they've only watched soap's death scene in one sentence and then say it was done for shock value in the next. that it came out of nowhere. that it had no reason to happen. as if there isn't foreshadowing to it sprinkled through the entire game... it boggles my fucking mind. like. i cannot imagine skipping to the climax of a book and complaining about how it didn't make any sense and had no emotional impact.

which is another thing, cause like. i have absolutely seen people complain that the death wasn't emotional enough. straight up seen people say that it would be better ghost should have been crying and screaming and cradling soap to him. ghost... yall gonna act as if ghost, who is present basically from the moment that we see him in MW2 as closed off and guarded and unshakable no matter the violence happening around him.... rushing to soap's side to check on him the instant that the active threat was gone and kneeling in a pool of soap's blood so shaken up that he couldn't help with anything, couldn't talk and could barely move..... is not an emotional reaction?

like... for real, yall have lost the plot so bad. saw someone go full on "we deserve a soft epilogue" with the ship as a response to the ending and that is genuinely fucking hilarious(derogatory). like... none of these men want one. soap went down swinging. soap went down saving the life of his friend. soap got a quick death in a fight to prevent countless civilian casualties. that was the best case scenario for him.

yall are acting like this isn't a military game about a special operations group made of war criminals in a franchise that has never once hesitate to kill off characters. they did not kill off soap because of homophobia. they did not kill off soap because they don't like ghoap and want you to stop shipping. they killed off soap because killing off soap made sense.

you can cry about it all you want but when you go complaining about how they killed off the blorbo you adopted based on his appearance from a series who's canon you don't actually engage with. and talking about how now that he's dead you're never going to even ACKNOWLEDGE the canon going forward........ bestie take off the fucking blinders, what you are holding in your hands is an OC.

[daenystheedreamer]

idk if i should send this as like an ask or a message but the latest omeagorverse post is so delicious and wonderful omg. LOVE WINS! like the detail of the subtle violence of viserys three births really caught my eye. having to have three c- sections to have his children is such a small but important detail to me. did maegor stop making him have children after three because he wasn't producing any more boys or because his body couldn't take being cut open again? and also like I love the surprising detail of Viserys having the autonomy to name his children and naming babyjay after his brother idk I don't want to misinterpret anything but to me that is surprising for maegor to do or allow (like I would've thought he would name his kids all maegor maenor visenya2) just very interesting that he still chooses to honor his family and history in his own fucked up way. like sorry your brother jae is dead :/ you can name our baby after him tho! thanks for the hier ;)

any and all scraps and morsels that you give on this AU are always beyond fabulous!!!

MWAH hello bestie from my puter always lovely to hear from you heartiest apologies for letting you languish in my inbox for honestly probably weeks i dont have a concept of time 😭 answers below <3

c-sections in history are always so visceral i love them 🫶 alyssa velaryon murdered by rogar i LOVED that i loved adapting that to viserys/aemma. childbirth is such a violent act in westeros it really comes across as gendered domestic violence at times, the way it is simply expected for women to destroy their bodies/die in the process of producing an heir for their husband who doesnt daf about them beyond their ability to do this, and then the dismissiveness that men will consider this with. like how tywin is so uncaring about how he has set this up for cersei's life. and c-section is such a fun horror when u dont have epidurals lol so i jst HAD to do c-section<3 plus i didnt want to think about the mpreg reproductive system lol

there's a certain horror too with how close births are in westeros. it's mostly a plot thing but having children every year without modern medicine is so evil... jae/viserra/daenys are all born within a five-year timeline starting from when vis is 15(sorry baby<3) years 44, 47, and 48. i think maegor did try to have more after that but a combo of fate/destiny/dragon has three heads/destroying vis' body it ended after that and maeg was like well if one dies there's two more. plus i think while he would value a son>daughter for Society reasons he respects viserra more than jae cos power>social norms. so he's ultimately fine with the three heirs he has, though he def enjoys tormenting vis with the thought of having to go through another birth ^_^ also i figure after the double whammy 2 daughters in 2 years rhaena is like Put your dick away or i chop it off.

and yee vis picks the names mostly<3 i think he doesnt ask maegor for ANYTHING cos no doubt maegor will use it to fuck with him but when he has a son he's like please please please can i name him after jaehaerys. plus it'll be comnfusing if there's two viseryses. i think maegor would want to name his son aegon as a power play (after his father + to spit on aegon the uncrowned's grave) but he's like damn u actually asked something of me instead of pissing yourself and crying, Ight fine but the next one has to be named after visenya. which makes viserys go a little crazy cos if there's one thing he knows the gods will love its a maegor kid named VISENYA. they compromise on viserra (aww<3 normal marriage!). then its daughter #2 and maegor's like yeah idgaf anymore. if it was a boy he'd name it aegon but its a stupid girl so he's like god idk name is aegelle for all i care. so vis picks daenys after the dreamer.

oo and whenever vis snaps and gets pissy about maegor treating him like horseshit maegor is like well i let you name the kids didnt i. arent you grateful for that lmao i let you name my HEIR. i give you everything... and vis is like sigh might kill myself about this. and it's all part of maegor's grand Make Viserys Insane plan that he's not even doing consciously he just thinks its funny that viserys cries for months after giving birth to jaehaerys cos lol YOU chose to name him after your dead brother! i said aegon YOU chose jae!

canon maegor was really focused on having an heir cos it was like the one masculine ideal he couldnt achieve but i feel like once he's had the kid he doesn't care about them beyond that. his parenting strategy is that kids should just be swole from birth and if they arent that's their problem its not his job to raise them. as The Mother it is viserys' job to raise the kids into mini maegors/visenyas and if the kids dont turn out that way it is viserys' fault.

anyway ily 🫶 hope that was an okay answer<3 im honestly considering making a seperate sideblog for this content cos its so embarrassing 😭

[evilminji]

Look, there was fighting, she BODIED like... several thousand people. Then tackled the guy who seemed strongest, to violently shake answers out of him. They fought. He seemed flustered. Tried to run a few times, but like... not really hard?

She threw an island at him.

People got THE FUCK out of the way.

It's only after she, frankly, SHOULD have reduced all his bones to a fine paste? That it was revealed what she WON. You know... as she was actively SITTING ON HIM with her hand around his throat. She swears to the Sage he had stars in his eyes. There was genuine AWE. Like she was the most magnificent woman in the world.

.......look. It's a VERY persuasive Look, okay?!

A woman likes to be desired. Wanted. Treated like the incredibly deadly and powerful ninja that she IS! And there was a lot of adrenaline going! Handsome men pinned under her! What was she SUPPOSED TO DO!? Her dating life has been SASUKE!!! *offended Uchiha noises*

Like? Danny was probably there to lead the Hunt. Maaaaybe he gets Hunted, maybe not. But it was a favor to a regional... shoot, what was the translation? Small regional lord king? That. They had to attend a wedding and couldn't host it, people were bummed out.

And Naruto is a Confirmed Reincarnation like Tucker. Which? No WAY Danny doesn't off hand mention. Same for his Throuple partner Sasuke! Who tried to stab him this morning! Love you too, honey! Good to see you back in town! Sakura missed you! She's at the hospital!

That said?

Chakra is ALIVE.

Ectoplasm is NOT.

They are Yin and Yang. Positive and Negative. The Matter and Antimatter of the universe, power wise. If it's not one charging things, it's the other. Limnal's would basically have an ECTOPLASM system instead of a Chakra system. Their body's having been either slowly flushed of Chakra or beginning to produce Ectoplasm ON TOP of it.

Either changing them or effectively doubling their power.

Depends on the amount of Ectoplasm.

Is it enough to kill? If yes, it changes them. If no, it doubles their power. Because if it's strong enough? It'll cancel out the amount of Chakra you have ON/IN you. Whiiiich you need to LIVE. Granted, only until the source/event is removed/over but? A lethal full body organ failure is still fatal.

So the Ectoplasm kicks in to take over.

But if it's NOT too high? Then the Chakra is just... suppressed. Mad about it. But unable to stop the Ectoplasm from getting its greedy lil hands all over your DNA. Setting up shop. Becoming ROOMIES~☆

You know... in preparation for when you die! :D

*Chakra HISSES*

It's why Halfa are so rare! In this universe! Because you need an event? Where someone has both Chakra/Energy and Ectoplasm running through them at EXACTLY-> 50% <- when the die.

And I do mean E X A C T L Y .

Like 50.00000000000000000000000000000+ on infinitely, percent. A one in countless trillions of trillions event. It balances even as it doesn't. Releases a shit ton of energy. Endlessly Alive and endlessly Dead. Danny is a Bijuu. The Zone's own, benevolent, baby ten tails.

But BIGGER because he didn't only get PART of a planet and that's it. He got a jump start, a MOTOR, and was left to pick up speed. He's what monster like the Ten-Tails have screaming, cold sweat, NIGHTMARES about.

.....aaaaand is being bullied by a lil ol Akamichi granny for being "Too Skinny!" *shoves more containers of food at him while Fang doggy laughs at his panic*

It's like Naruto 2.0. The God Like Powerful one? Is being bullied by lil old people and small children. Having serious conversations with summons and nin-animals. Trying to learn to embroider so he can put lil Blob ghosts on his wife's stuff. Terrifying local genin with the new weenie uprising because he forgot to check that his ecto shake was sealed right and now they need to be killed.

You'd THINK him n Naruto would be BESTIES.

But no.

No, Naruto has NOT forgiven the TERRIBLE CRIME of marrying his beloved friend Sakura BEHIND HIS BACK and WITHOUT HIM. Seducer! Homewrecker! (Naruto, honey, that's not what that mea-) And? It's Himbo on Himbo violence. A war in the streets. Because THIS is the Jerk! That us MAKING SAKURA UPSET! D:<

YOU. *pointing in accusation. Both of them in frilly, going shoppin for the wife, house husband aprons. They are both living GODS.*

Then, of course, Kakashi Sensei, with his porn, shows up...

To make it a THREE WAY show down!

In the middle of the market place. Tsunade is so, so fucking tired. Sakura! Sakura retrieve your idiots! If the wreck my village I'm making YOU put it back together with a pair of tweezers and a DREAM!

I came across it in a fic and now it is DRIVING ME INSANE...

Marriage Hunts.

Mmmm, yes, Sexy™. Prove to me you are a Worthy Spouse! Fuckin FIGHT ME! Let's GO! You wanna put a ring on it? You better EARN that right! *weapons n explosion noises*

BUT!!!

Okay. We have successfully DONE it. We caught the sexy, sexy Spouse Of Our Dreams. Much Hotness. Tasteful, of screen, and fully consenting sexy times were had. #NICE.

......whaaaaaat happens NEXT?

What, in a word, is Step Two? ESPECIALLY if? This is "suprise! You've found yourself in a Sexy Hunt For Marriage For PLOT REASONS!" which means that ONE of these two cultures? Sure as SHIT does not practice this custom?

You are Alien Married.

They are fully expecting to either take YOU home with THEM or YOU to take THEM home with YOU, presumably. You have marital responsibilities as defined by TWO different cultures, only one of which you know. This person? Is ALSO a stranger to you!

Basically just met.

High intensity one night stand that's now Forever.

No one ever follows UP. They have fics trying to get OUT of it. Or the boning itself. But not the "....so, like, do I need to help you pack, oooor?" And the culture shock. The dumped in a new society that may not even RECOGNIZE the validity of your marriage. May consider both IT and YOU, barbaric.

And??? For ADDED spice?? Just to make the two cultures REALLY different?

I'ma say Ghosts do it. Not all of um. It's regional. An opt in sort thing. Since fighting is so ingrained into socializing. What BETTER way? To speed run the dating process? Then to Hunt Each Other For SPORT! VIOLENTLY!!! So romantic~♡

And Danny? Keeps failing in the romance department. Too many secrets, ya know?

Figures... Fuck It. Not like anyone can BEAT him. Maybe he'll find someone he wants to date? Or maybe he WILL find that special someone! Who knows? He's lonely, man.

And who should arrive?

FUCKIN NINJAS.

Pick a bachelor with a Summoning Contract. They tried to call their buddies while trapped in an old, long forgotten, HALF ROTTED Uzumaki Seal. It tore reality and yeet them sideways. Their Summons are frantic. THEY land just in time to hear the rules, the name of The Hunt, and see they are surrounded.

*opening horn blasts*

Begin!

Oh FUCK no! They are NOT staying trapped here! They fight! They WIN!

They...accidentally pin a really, REALLY strong and hot Spirit Warrior to the ground. Oh shit. They have a husband.

......but I mean... worse things have happened to them.

But? BRINGING SAID HUSBAND BACK? That. THAT I want to see. They left for a god damned MILK RUN of a boring ass punishment mission. Come back with a possibly half alive, spirit prince husband? The husband glows.

*jazz hands* s-suuuuprise?

@hdgnj @legitimatesatanspawn @hypewinter @babbling-babull @the-witchhunter @lolottes

[daceydeath]

Hierarchy (Part 3)

Heirachy: a system, especially in a society or organization, in which people are organized into different levels of importance from highest to lowest.

Paring: Mafia Changbin x F Reader, Mafia Felix x F Reader Genre: Mafia AU, friends to lovers, slow burn romance Word Count: 5.9K Warnings: 18+, minors dni, swearing (so much), violence, blood, mentions of kidnap, suggestive themes, alcohol consumption, suggestive themes.

You have always been utterly uninteresting, safely boring as close . You had a normal job, normal friends and the sweetest bestie on the planet but now everything is upside down and that best friend of yours is far more dangerous than you could have ever imagined.

Hyunjin and Han had obviously discussed it earlier so that when he was told you were speaking to Chan again he had no choice but to sit it out since he would be driving for them. But he also didn't mind Chan would be soft with you getting information out of you without scaring you, and begrudgingly Felix would be with you so he would stop everything if you got upset. The upside was that driving for Hyunjin and Han meant that the shithead would be picked up today, pumped for info and then dealt with if needs be all before tomorrow which would get the ball rolling on whatever the fuck this was.

"Bin take the next left" Han called out from the back stopping his chain of thought dead "If we are really lucky we will catch him before he gets on the street"

"Got it" he replied, now was not the time to be thinking about you he needed his head in the work game.

"Otherwise we can catch him at his work, it doesn't really matter" Hyunjin sighed already bored of the whole thing.

"It won't take long Hyunjinnie" Han faux cooed "then you can do your thing and play for as long as you like". Hyunjin rolled his eyes before dramatically flopping back in his seat sighing.

"That's not the boring part" Hyunjin drawled smirking faintly "The boring part is how long it's taking Bin to just snatch up his girl, lock them both away in his room to fuck the problem away" causing Han to roar with laughter from where he was sat in the back hidden from outside eyes with Hyunjin.

Changbin gritted his teeth he was used to this sort of teasing from the guys but never when it was so fucked up, usually if he had annoyed you he would back down and send you flowers or cupcakes but not this time, he knew there was no amount of cake that would fix this mess. But you had also never been trapped with the rest of them like this before every other issue you had faced with him had been a minor thing, a stupid thing in the scheme of it all.

"Shut it" he almost growled at the two of them he was far too annoyed to actually put up with it until after they had deal with what needed to be done.

"Oooh someone a little sensitive?" Hyunjin cackled looking pleased at the buttons he was pushing

"You aren't seriously worried about Lix though are you?" Hyunjin chuckled trying to catch his breath from laughing too hard.

"Would you be if you were going up against him?" Bin grimaced knowing he would probably catch some shit about it all later "I mean look at Lix and look at me, if you were her who would you choose?" The honesty that leaked into his response instantly stopped the humourous mood the others were in.

"Bin, you and Lix are very different people and you know her well enough to know she doesn't pick men based on looks alone" Han spoke calmly "Besides all she cared about was that something might happen to you, that's not the kind of girl who just cares about looks"

"Whatever" Changbin muttered grumpily.

"Shit he's grumpy and you didn't even tell him yet" Hyunjin muttered quietly to Han who swatted at him to shut him up but Changbin had still heard it ignoring him in hope of getting them to shut up.

"This is him on the corner do you want to just yank him on a drive by or wait until he gets where he is going?" dropping straight back into serious mode

"Let him turn into a quiet street and we will just grab him" Hyunjin nodded pulling some tape, zip ties and black hood out of his gear Han nodded getting into position by the door sliding it open silently as Changbin slowed the van to a crawl behind the kid as the sidled up to him. Rolling his eyes he realized that they little shit was wearing earphones so he probably wouldn't know they were on him until Han actually grabbed him and he was right, again.

Han quickly grabbed the kid by the back of his neck slapping his hand over his mouth before a sound could make it out and twisted him so he spun and fell into the van, Hyunjin zip tied his hands together, slapped tape over his mouth and secured him on the floor in the time it took Han to get the door slid shut and Changbin casually sped up to normal traffic pace in the space of less than a minute, working like a well oiled machine when. Watching in the rear view mirror as he drove Changbin saw Hyunjin smile dangerously at the terrified kid before pulling the black hood over his head and Zip tying he feet together, there was no more talking after that they just drove in silence with the exception of the frightened whimpers that left the kid every time they hit a bump or stopped at a traffic light.

Arriving back at the company they moved him to the lower level of the building, it was secured by a large steel vault like door that lead to the rooms and cells which were more suited to the dirtier side of their line of work. He would sometimes watch Hyunjin and Han work either through the one way glass they had installed or the cameras that monitored everyone round the clock to make sure no one could get away from their fate. Hyunjin was like a light switch, he could be charming and seductive and then a moment later he would appear deranged and psychotic. He was neither of those things but he is a fantastic actor changing to accommodate what was needed to get information or confessions depending on his target. Han was far more straight forward with his methods tell me or die in his simplicity which would always work on little lowlifes who were not worth wasting much time on, both were impressive and both were frightening when they worked.

"We will bring what we find out upstairs and then depending on what it is we will go from there" Han smiled at him before ushering him back towards the main part of the building "You have other things to deal with after all"

Nodding Changbin left to make his way back upstairs you would probably have been finished with Chan by now but instead of looking around for you he decided to message you to let you decide when you were ready or happy to talk to him so that he could speak to you without Felix or one of the others hanging around overhearing.

Taking a deep breath you knocked on Binnie's bedroom door hoping he would be inside, his text had said he wanted to talk and whenever you were ready he would be free and Felix had wanted you to make up. Sure enough he was inside because he answered his door wearing sweats and a shirt, his hair still vaguely damp from the shower he must have just had.

"Hey doll, come in" he grinned stepping aside to let you come in before he let you pick where you were going to sit. You moved into his room and perched yourself on the end of his bed, sitting less casually than you normally would. "Sorry I've made you nervous" his muttered sadly his face falling when he took in your posture.

"I'm not nervous Binnie, just a bit worried I guess" you admitted softly half smiling up at him as he moved to sit in his desk chair which you hadn't even notice the first time you had been in there. Rolling it towards you with his feet he stopped just before his knees bumped yours.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you, I'm sorry I said things that probably scared you. I was mad that you seemed so calm when you were probably just too freaked out, I was furious at the fuckers causing this mess and I just couldn't control it" He blurted out looking at his hands as he did.

"Do you really kill people Binnie?" you pouted not willing to look him in the eyes just yet "Or was that just to scare me?"

"Do you want me to tell you the whole truth or would you rather not know anything? Doll you mean the world to me if you want me to tell you I will" he sighed taking the tips of your fingers in his hands and swinging them between you.

"I don't know Binnie, I'm scared of the people who wanted to hurt you and I was hurt that you lied to me. This isn't my normal but you are my best friend so as long as you can be honest with me know it will be ok" you exhaled finally looking up to meet his eyes which looked exactly like they always did when you looked in them, soft and warm and kind.

"We picked the little fucker up this morning to ask him a few questions, he's down stairs with Han and Hyunjin they are good at getting people to talk about what they know" he started gently rolling his chair closer to you so that one of his knees sat between yours. "After we have what we need was will meet and decide what to do about it, so hopefully it will all be over soon".

"What happens after he has told you everything?" you asked cautiously making Binnie raise his eyebrows slightly waiting to be sure you wanted the answer.

"Well he is low level so we will probably just rough him up and cut him lose but it depends really" he answered honestly watching your eyes widen as you caught on to the unspoken words between you.

"Have you really killed people Changbin?" your voice waivered slightly but you wanted to know the truth if not the details.

"Yes more than one" he looked ashamed as he answered.

"Do you regret having to do it" you pushed a little more.

"Sometimes, if they are proper scum then I don't but not all of them have been" he replied slowly.

"Would you do it again if you needed to?" you pushed again cautiously.

"If it's to keep the boys safe yes, if it's to keep you safe in a heartbeat" the corners of his lips turned up hoping you would understand.

"I'm not scared of you Binnie" you gave him a tiny smile

"You scared me for a minute there, I really thought you might not forgive me" he let go a breathe you didn't notice he was holding as he let go of your fingers and pulled you into a slightly awkward sitting hug.

"I'm pretty sure I'm still winning in the frightened front Binnie" you tried to tease but it fell flat.

"I'll keep you safe" he murmured into your hair, he let you go only to move from the chair to next you you one the bed pulling you back into his arms firmly as though holding you would be enough to convey how much he care about you.

Felix trailed Han down stairs hoping not only that you and Changbin were talking out the last few days but also how the big idiot felt about you, although he knew he was being overly optimistic in that regard. Changbin had told all of them that he didn't want you in this life no matter what it meant for him, you were his priority and his feelings were second to that. Crossing the vault door he saw Hyunjin leaning against the observation room waiting for him.

"So what do I need to find?" Felix clicked his tongue waiting from Hyunjin and Han to spill on the information that needed to be corroborated.

"His contact is apparently a guy who goes by...wait for it...Cobra" Hyunjin chuckled in amusement.

"Cobra? like the snake? are we in a D grade movie or something?" Felix grinned shaking his head "You got anything else on our mysterious snake dude?" He looked through the one way glass noticing the snot covered kid with barely a mark on him.

"Yeah here's his phone his contact and messages are all in there" Han rolled his eyes at the ridiculousness of the whole spy drama bullshit of it all. Felix sat down and started typing information into different screens as the other two watched on, system after system would be given different bits of data to see what he could pull from anywhere.

"So as you can probably guess Cobra is not actually his name" Felix joked as he pulled up phone records and property information based on what had been mentioned in messages "The two of them are also quite stupid, this isn't a burner and is easy to track hes got his GPS location in his photos so that makes it so easy anyone could find them"

"Good stupid makes it easier" Han grinned

"Only if they are all stupid, if the low levels are then we only get so far" Hyunjin reminded them watching the kid still sniveling in the next room through the one way glass. "So Han tells me you fucked Changbin's girl" he dropped so casually he could have been talking about the weather.

"I didn't fuck her, we made out that's all and she started it" Felix sighed still looking at the information in front of him.

"So she wasn't half dressed with you hand down her pants?" Han smirked enjoying the teasing.

"True her shirt was off but you walked in before my fingers got anywhere, you dickhead, she wanted comfort that's all" Felix could feel his cheeks heating up slightly he wouldn't in a million years thought he would ever have spoken about you like this let alone to the others but something was making him feel like he needed to be honest.

"Felix, it's a dangerous game to treat someone else's girl like a toy" Hyujin warned seriously frowning Felix's head shot up as he glared at the pair of them furiously.

"She isn't Changbin's girl, not yet, and I wasn't toying with her I would never do that to her!" Felix snapped icily looking at each of them waiting for one of them to argue with him.

"We get it man she has a hold on both of you, lets get back on track" Han replied calmly as Hyunjin nodded as they room fell into quiet with the only sound being Felix furiously tapping away.

"I think we need to speak to Chan" Felix finally announced "and I think Changbin should know too"

"Han text the others, I'll get our guest comfy" Hyunjin ordered before walking from the room. Felix gathered his lap top and Han texted the group before the pair walked back up stairs not mentioning the other conversation that occurred between them for now.

Changbin had been explaining how he met Chan when his phone vibrated and you watched as his eyes hardened for a fraction of a second before he turned back to you.

"I need to meet with the others" he said bluntly standing from his spot next to you.

"Do I need to come too or can I go get something from the kitchen to eat?" you asked uncertainly not sure whether it was allowed for you to just wander around the house at will.

"Yeah you can go eat doll, you can do whatever you like as long as you stay in the grounds we have staff all over the place who will keep an eye out for you?" He smiled at you softly and you nodded making your way downstairs to the kitchen as the others were all arriving into the entrance hall.

"If you want you can hang out in the gardens, There are heaps of books in the library if you want to read or something Mrs Choi can show you around" Changbin patted your hair before you waved at the others and disappeared around the corner to the kitchen.

"Friends again the Bin?" Felix smiled patting him on the shoulder.

"Yeah she has forgiven me for the yelling bit, just got to get past the lying bit" he nodded back walking in to see what they all needed to know.

Chan was already there as they all filed in taking their normal spots on the couches as Felix set up his laptop with his findings from a few minutes ago, and Jeongin and Seungmin opened their own to cross check with anything that might overlap.

"Do you guys want to explain the moron downstairs first?" Felix asked easily.

"Sure, we picked him up this morning, it was very easy the kid is an idiot, brought him in and sat him down and found out very quickly that his name is Kim Jiho he's 19 and has been working at several clubs for the last year as a waiter and bartender. He's practically so boring that if he hadn't been caught talking about their plan we may never have even noticed his existence" Hyunjin explained sounding bored.

"He had a non burner phone which made it so much easier to find everything on him his socials, his emails and all the text messages sent between him and his contact who calls himself..."Han took over from Hyunjin but Hyunjin definitely wanted to tell the punchline butted in.

"His contact calls himself Cobra" he grinned still finding it amusing.

"Of fucking course he does" Chan smirked while the others chuckled.

"Anyway" Felix started "Normally since the messages all come from a burner I can either trace where that burner was bought, but this time something else has caught my attention. Kim Jiho is the son of Kim Yoojoon who owes the Ateez Crew a lot of money, like a huge amount after a few deals fell through. Kim Yoojoon is the adopted brother of Kim Min Joon who is a director and partner for Kim & San Publishing and Design" Felix finished looking straight at Changbin with his eyebrow raise "Which is were our girl works".

"What does that have to do with anything?" Seugmin asked looking slightly annoyed.

"I don't entirely know that's why were all here. I can't be an accident that the kid taking about getting back at Changbin through a stupid kidnap plan is connected to her through her boss. There has to be something and we need to know what" Felix sighed not really wanting to argue the point more than he had too.

"Felix is right that's not a coincidence that's a planned point" Chan nodded along "Do we have any dealing with him or any of the other people on the Board of Directors?".

Jeongin started looking into his files on any sort of business deals they had done recently, while Seungmin stepped away to call one of his guys to start covert surveillance and perhaps plant a large client. Minho was rapidly going over his schedule over the past few weeks and Changbin was trying to remember if he had been into your work in the past couple of months.

"What do you think about the kid?" Chan asked Hyunjin and Han watching their reactions closely.

"I think we either keep him for a little while to see if we can bounce off any new information on his or we put him in the hospital to keep him from spilling anything" Han shrugged looking to Hyunjin who seemed to be contemplating something.

"I say we keep him for now then kill him when it's done" Hyunjin hummed not looking particularly interested in either outcome.

"Keep him for now then" Chan agreed easily he not wanting to shed blood too prematurely.

"Alright, one of my guys is going in as a client tomorrow and one is going in as an intern. One of Innie's is going to do general surveillance and one is going to stick to Kim" Seungmin sighed sitting back down.

"I cant connect any of Minho's work back, Bin give me your planner" Felix asked softly reaching his hand out for his phone, Changbin opened it and gave it to him not really paying that much attention.

"I don't have any connections on the board to us but one of the major clients is an associate" Jeongin added quickly looking into all open clients.

"Do you think this would have anything to do with the Ateez crew?" Changbin asked suddenly causing the others to all pause.

"How do you mean?" Chan asked tilting his head for Changbin to continue.

"I mean the kid's dad owes a lot of money to them, we took over all the clubs one side of the river essentially pushing their business back into the split area with the EXO crew and they weren't happy about it" Changbin surmised easily "Plus a few of us have had beef on and off with them in the last year"

"Maybe..." Chan agreed "Can we find any other overlap with Ateez?"

"I'm on it" Felix nodded his fingers flying over the keyboard of his computer while Jeongin started looking into any overlap with the people they had already looked into. Chan adjourned their meeting leaving them free to do whatever shit they needed to do to look into information, leaving Changbin to find you.

You had wandered into the kitchen and found yourself a snack before exploring the ground level of the house, you found a overly dramatic dining room, a stupidly large gym that looked over the gardens and finally the library that Binnie had mentioned. While a lot of the books looked like they were either antique or for decoration you did find an entire shelf that looked like it belonged to the modern era, a few graphic novels mixed with a couple of romance and period novels as well as fantasy and sci-fi works. It looked like all the books anyone would actually want were either on this one shelf or in other peoples rooms. Picking up one that you hadn't read in years you sat on an ornate but comfy arm chair that sat facing the wall of glass that looked over the gardens.

The warm sun on your skin through the window and the softness of the chair made for the perfect place to spend some time reading and pretending your world was normal. After a chapter or two the warmth of the sun began making your eyes feel heavy until you eventually fell asleep, when you awoke to a lot of yelling it was still light although probably much later in the afternoon. You could hear Binnie hollering about something and Chan barking orders but you weren't sure about what until you heard running footsteps and Jeongin calling out that you couldn't have left the grounds because you aren't on the CCTV. Groaning you stood up putting the book still in your hand down on the side table and wandered out towards the entrance hall.

"Calm down Bin we will find her" Chan snapped glaring at Binnie as he continued to pace.

"She can't have gone far I mean where haven't you looked?" Han sighed exasperatedly scratching the back of his neck.

"The library? where you told me to go?" you spoke roughly rubbing your eyes lazily. The four of them turned quickly towards your voice as you yawned behind your hand. "Sorry I fell asleep and my phone is upstairs" you shrugged as Chan stepped closer to Changbin to smack him in the back of the head before he texted that you had been located.

"You told her to go somewhere then didn't look there?" Jeongin face palmed looking annoyed.

"I did look in there, I looked there first" Changbin yelped has he winced "You were not there I swear".

"I was asleep in the arm chair you dork" you laughed as the others all appeared looking seriously annoyed, you watched them all glare at Changbin before they looked you over "I'm sorry if I caused you all trouble, I didn't want to leave the house" you muttered watching their tough exteriors all shift a little.

"You didn't cause any trouble bubs, Bin did with his panicking like an idiot" Felix smirked "You have done everything we asked you to do from the beginning" his smirked changed into a soft smile as he looked you over.

"Well I figured it's better to co-operate with the people who are trying to prevent me from getting dead" you hummed looking more awake and less confused.

"We are glad you're alright, and thankful you are accommodating us so much" Chan smirked before turning back to the others "we can all go back to work then, crisis training over" his chuckle sounded dark as he walked back into the meeting room as the others dispersed cursing Changbin as they went.

"Sorry doll" Binnie muttered shyly as he reached for you to take his hand, which you did automatically. "Lets go back upstairs, I have a few things I want to talk to you about"

"Course" you followed him willingly not letting go of his hand despite the fact that you knew the way there.

Felix watched you walk away with Changbin with a small smile. The affection he held for you couldn't dispel the annoyance that was sitting like a lead weight on him trying to figure out what this all had to do with Changbin, you and SKZ. Shaking the thoughts from his head he went back downstairs to the vault to look for any other information he could find on the Kim family, Ateez, your work and anything else he could come up with.

After exhausting the general payback against SKZ angle on his end at least, Felix began looking through your office records and general boring corporate garbage before again falling short of anything that might lead to Changbin or even you. Taking another large gulp of his whiskey he glared at the screen and picked up his phone to text Hyunjin about asking their guest a few more questions. Hyunjin seemed happy with the idea as he sauntered into the observation room 5 minutes later.

"Lix, do you want to go in with me or tell me what you need to know?" Hyunjin quirked his eyebrow.

"Maybe both so I can check stuff as we go?"

"Easy" Hyunjin grinned leaving to go and get the kid before putting him in the room and coming back for Lix.

"Now the only thing is you can't show any emotions, which shouldn't be hard because he is no one important but still" Hyunjin cautioned waiting for Felix to agree and take the lead.

"Got it" Felix nodded resolutely opening the door and letting his eyes fall on the freaked out Jiho, pulling out on of the chairs by the door he plopped himself down directly in front on him hoping that he looked as nonchalant and he was trying to be. "I want you and I to chat about a few things Jiho, you think we can do that?" Jiho nodded fast and continuously, obviously still scared shitless of what he had got himself into.

"What does taking a girl have to do with the SKZ Syndicate Jiho? Because I would think you don't actually want to be sitting here with me" Felix made his voice seem as friendly as he could in the circumstances.

"I didn't know that Changbin's girlfriend had anything to do with SKZ or I wouldn't have helped" He squeaked eyes wide.

"You didn't know that Seo Changbin is a member of the syndicate? You actually expect me to believe that?" Felix almost laughed watching Jiho pale further.

"No he was just the boyfriend that she hangs around. I swear it's not related to you! I would never mess with SKZ!" his voice was almost shrieking as he started to cry again large heaving sobs leaving his chest "Please don't kill me. I don't wanna die" he wailed.

"No one is going to kill you" Felix rolled his eyes "So you and your mate Cobra just kidnap random pretty girls then? This was all a coincidence?" Felix asked a little lower this time hoping to sound a little more dangerous.

"No we don't kidnap anyone, I swear on my life we were just mean to grab the girl and take her to my boss. He was going to take her to the next place that was is" tears were still tracking down Jiho's face as he tried to explain himself.

"Tell me about the money your father owes to Ateez Jiho" Felix breathed out hoping that he could calm him again just enough to get useful information not just snot-covered pleas for his life.

"Dad likes to gamble, he borrows money a lot sure but my uncle is helping him out now" Jiho replied looking confused but also wary.

"Your uncle has money then? interesting" Felix smiled "Has he helped your father before then?" Felix knew probing about his father and uncle would make Jiho less stressed about the situation thinking he would have some information that might save him.

"No he never has before, he's tight with his money" Jiho explained

"So your father hasn't been threatened by Ateez then? Do a little kidnap job and we will forget the debt you owe?" Hyunjin asked pushing himself of the wall he was leaning on and walking closer to Jiho.

"I mean I don't know anything about that, I got contacted to help by Cobra he knew I worked in a few of your clubs, she goes to your clubs a lot so it was an easy way to find her" Jiho now was sounding rattled again as his eyes darted between to two of them. Felix stood and nodded to Hyunjin before stepping out of the room and observation room to run a few more checks it didn't take long to identify Cobra as Lee Jihoon, a low level criminal who worked as a thug for higher out of the non SKZ area of the city. He had ties to Ateez, EXO crews as well as a few smaller ones that mainly used him as cheap muscle. Returning to Hyunjin he waited until he had finished his questions. Hyunjin gesture to Felix to ask whatever else he needed.

"How long have you known Lee Jihoon, Jiho?" he asked pleasantly, eyes smiling.

"I don't know anyone with that name" Jiho tried to not stutter nervously.

"How long have you known Cobra then?" Felix prompted his eyes flicking up to Hyunjin's

"Remember what we told you yesterday Jiho, if you lie you might get hurt and no one wants that" Hyunjin drawled sinisterly tilting his head.

"A couple of months roughly" Jiho squirmed under Hyunjin's intense gaze.

"How about you tell us all about how you met him and what he wants then?" Felix requested as neutrally as possible.

"He contacted me, said I could make some easy money and help my dad pay off his debt so I agreed. I was only supposed to call him when I saw the girl in the club and send pictures as proof" Jiho was rambling now as he started at the floor his leg bouncing with nerves. "I would take the pictures of her with whoever she was with, he said that the Changbin guy wouldn't be a problem that he was no one so as long as we got her when he wasn't around it would be fine"

"Then what Jiho?" Felix prompted smoothly

"I was to get her to him then we would take him to where his boss was going to be waiting. That's it I swear. They were going to pay me $5k and then pay off $10k to Ateez for my dad"

"Where was your boss meeting you Jiho?" Hyunjin purred suddenly behind the poor kid making him scream in fear.

"Warehouse... 2 end of.... end of The Causeway.... the industrial park" he stammered

"Thank you Jiho" Felix smiled patting Jiho's knee "I'm sure we will speak again soon". Walking back into the observation room to continue looking into things while Hyunjin continued probing for any extra information about the locations and his role in their little plan. It was now looking less and less like an attack on them and more like a targeted attack on you and Changbin which at least meant their business was secure. Searching public records for information on the warehouse it was owned by a third party corporation which would be a dead end unless one of the others had any ideas.

Grinning Felix went back upstairs to talk the Chan and figure out if he wanted them to all be involved of if just he and Binnie should deal with it. Striding into the meeting room he found Han and Minho playing a video game and Seungmin and Jeongin playing air hockey while Chan seemed to be chilling out with his headphones in. Tapping his shoulder he waited for him to acknowledge his presence before speaking.

"Felix?" Chan drawled fondly

"So I figured some stuff out" Felix bounced on the balls of his feet as Han paused the game and everyone started to listen in. "This kid, Jiho, didn't know Bin was connected to us because it isn't really about him it's about her or at lest that what he is swearing seven ways to Sunday. He was paid to watch her in our clubs and take photos of her with her friends, he got $5k and his father had $10kpaid off of his debt, he's been on it a couple of months".

"So someone either wants no ties between the kidnap and SKZ by picking someone so green he couldn't even tell who Bin was?" Chan asked skeptically. "How can you be sure he's not lying?"

"Because he just about pisses himself every time Hyunjin looks at him" Felix shrugged easily "He has no record of any big time activity like this, like you said he's green so that would be why he only got code names to work with".

"Lee Jihoon was one of the fuckers that tried to fuck up the last deals Bin and I made" Minho stated sourly "He's been doing muscle for hire shit since he got himself kicked out of our territory for being a fucking waste of blood and organs"

"Was he one of the fuckers who was double dipping selling info to other crews to make deals under us" Han asked sounding bored "Didn't we fix that issue?"

"Couldn't kill all of them" Hyunjin shrugged "We got rid of half a dozen"

"Seungmin is he the guy in the photo you showed her yesterday?" Felix asked, not really having bothered to look at them at the time his concerns were solely on you at the time, trying to steer the conversation back to where it needed to be.

"No totally different guy" Jeongin sighed "but they are associates"

"Find them and we will deal with them" Chan replied nonchalantly knowing that there was no way of dealing with this without a little bloodshed at least.

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[bucksfucks]

SERIES MASTERLIST

abstract ; you’ve worked at suite 8 for a year now, but bucky decides he has other plans for you. after an eviction notice you realize you have nothing left to lose and take bucky’s offer of working for him.

pairing ; mob!bucky barnes x f!stripper!reader

word count ; 3,989 words

warnings ; age-gap [reader is 28 & bucky is 39], mob involvement, club scene, drinking, pet-name [honey], threats [to reader’s job], sleazy men, mean!bucky, eviction notice, manipulation & coercion [on bucky’s part], innocence/purity kink, size kink [bucky is 6’5], reader insert is used [y/n], sexual tension, alludes to reader’s praise kink — 18+ ONLY || MINORS DNI

notes ; this is a plot heavy chapter, but i’m so excited for this besties

“You’re back on in five, Chérie.” Adrienne informs you, her thick French accent dripping in every syllable as you gulp down the rest of your water and begin to reapply your lipstick. 

The night had begun, person after person pouring in to sit back on the plush velvet couches and enjoy the show that was put on display for them. 

None of them ever really minded the dancers too much attention. 

You were simply just background to them as they discussed whatever business they had over a glass of the most expensive whiskey the bartender, Raul, carried. 

You then felt Adrienne’s hand on your shoulder as you look at her through the mirror, “he’s expected to be here tonight.” 

She whispers lowly, so low that the other girls can’t overhear her as the hair on the nape of your neck stands tall in fear. 

You swallow thickly, mustering up any ounce of courage to nod your head as your eyes lock with the older woman stood behind you, “has he requested me?” 

The words leave your mouth with unease because you’re unable to wrap your brain around why he always asked, no requested, you. 

Adrienne just nods her head casually, phone gleaming in her hands as she very clearly has more important matters to attend to. 

She always does when she’s in charge of making sure the most illustrious club that caters to the biggest and baddest of New York is running smoothly. 

“Yes, dear. So don’t be late, we wouldn’t want to anger him. You know how he gets.” 

Her words send a cold shiver down your spine, heart dropping into your stomach as you thought about what he, The White Wolf, would do if he was angered.

Angered by you. 

You sure as hell weren’t about to find out, bolting upright and taking one last look at yourself before pushing past the heavy metal doors and re-entering the club. 

As if on cue, Lust by SAINt JHN begins to play over the speakers; heels clicking to the sultry beat and you knew that he was already in the lounge waiting. 

Fuck. 

You were late.

Two armed bodyguards standing on either side of the doors to the private lounge. They knew you well, or well enough, to let you slip through the doors and into the dark room. 

It was an entirely different atmosphere; sinister and ominous as you approach the stage with four pairs of eyes on you. 

“You’re late.” His voice cuts through the air and causes you to gasp and stop dead in your tracks.

Frozen in fear. 

Your heart races, beating wildly as you try to steady your breathing while you turn to look at him. 

He’s sitting on the single couch in the room, an arm slung over the back as the other clutches a glass of what you can only guess to be whiskey. 

The look in his eyes is fucking terrifying. 

So why did it cause a dull ache between your thighs when he looked you up and down, eyes grazing down your legs, over your breasts, and back up to your face as he tugged his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“It won’t happen again.” You manage to stutter out, trying to remain as composed and professional as possible, but it was increasingly difficult with the older gentleman that had accompanied him who looking at you with hungry eyes. 

His gaze made you sick. Nauseous, even, as you avert your eyes back over to the man of every fucking hour. 

“No,” he barked. “It won’t.” 

He says nothing further, turning his attention back to his colleague, partner, or enemy for all you knew before you wobble back up to the stage. 

You had to collect yourself. 

Taking a few deep breaths before you feel at home dancing in front of two dangerous men and their own personal bodyguards that paid little to no attention to you. 

Suite 8 was the most prestigious club in all of New York City. 

It was so exclusive that you had to be someone in order to get past the doors. 

It was so exclusive that didn’t even have an address. 

In fact, it was so illustrious that if anyone were to leak any information on the location, how to get in, or any other clues they would be, well...taken care of. 

This, of course, was because it was run and owned by the White Wolf himself, or lesser known as Bucky Barnes. 

The man of the fucking hour. 

You’re unsure of how long you’ve been dancing, but not only are you growing tired, but you’re growing bored.

The least Mr. Barnes could do is pay you some attention.

However, this would never happen. Not when he has more important business to attend to and truthfully, you’re lucky to even be in the same room as him.

When he raises a hand, dark metal spliced and intertwined with what you could only imagine to be real gold, the music cuts immediately. 

“I’ll call you if anything changes, Leonard.” Mr. Barnes says to the older man before excusing him and waiting for him to leave the room.

“You.”

He turns his attention fully onto you, cocking his head as you feel minuscule under the weight of his gaze.

“I don’t give second chances,” he speaks sternly.

You gulp, heart kicking again, but not in fear this time. No, you were furious.

He beckons you down from the small stage, heels clicking against the dark marbled floors until you were just feet away from him.

And then he rose to his full, towering height.

Mr. Barnes not only oozed confidence, but he was an Adonis of a man.

He must’ve been six foot five because even in your heels, you didn’t come close to his stature.

“Don’t be late again, Honey.” He purrs in your ear, voice low and raspy but you will yourself to keep it together because your rage is still coursing through your veins.

How fucking dare he?

You know you should bite your tongue. That you need this job as you’re currently living paycheque to paycheque, but you’ve never been good at letting men get away with shit.

“I’m not the one you need to give second chances to,” you suddenly spit right as Mr. Barnes goes to turn on his heels.

Instead, he stops dead in his tracks and you see the way his muscles tense under the fitted black dress shirt he’s donning.

“Adrienne needs more than a five minute heads up to give me, Mr. Barnes.” You were digging your own grave as you spoke, but at you were sick of his kind.

He turns, slowly, a twinkle in his eyes and a smirk tugging on his lips as you suck in a harsh, deep breath.

“You’re a brave little thing, aren’t you?” He says, eyebrow raised and you knew you should’ve concealed your emotions better.

But you didn’t.

Letting your eyes roll before going to take a step past him, intent of walking out that door before he catches your upper arm in a tight grip that makes your heart fall out of your goddamn ass.

“May I remind you,” he barks. “That you’re here for my entertainment.”

He looks viscous, the Cane Corso of men, as he bares his teeth at you and snarls.

“You don’t want to end up on my bad side, Honey.” He reminds you with a dark look to him that says he wasn’t fucking around.

And you heard the rumours. The way that to him, people are disposable. 

You were shaking, knees buckling because despite his power and threats, you finally got a close look at him.

At the frown lines that creased along his forehead. The way his nostrils flared when he spoke. And the blue hues swimming somewhere in his angry eyes.

With your job on the line you manage to swallow your pride, “my apologies, Mr. Barnes.” 

He chuckles, a blood curdling sound as he shakes his head, “you should get better at lyin’.” 

You feel your heart sink into your stomach at his words, clenching your jaw as you wait for him to deliver the last and final blow to your dead end career. 

Instead, he pulls you closer, lowly whispering in your ear. “I like you, Honey. You’re not like the rest of ‘em.”

“But it still doesn’t mean you can say whatever the hell you want to me and not expect to be...” he pulls away to run his tongue over his bottom lip, “punished.” 

Your arm is dropped, but the the phantom imprints of his fingertips are burned into your skin, a feeling that surely would stick with you. 

Mr. Barnes turns again, nearly out of the private lounge, “oh and Honey?” He catches your attention for the final time that night. 

“Call me Bucky,” he then drops his right eye in a wink before stepping through the doors and leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

Despite working at Suite 8 for a year now, working for Bucky for a year, you know virtually nothing about him. 

In all fairness, no one knows much about him. 

Still, he fascinated you. Always so confident, stern, and dangerous. 

His words continue to replay in your mind, bouncing off of your brainwaves because Bucky thought you were different. 

Bucky, the White fucking Wolf, liked you. 

To what degree? You didn’t know, but it sure as hell was better than being hated by him, you knew that much. 

Bucky Barnes was an enigma that you were determined to crack, but little did you know what lengths Mr. Barnes would go to make sure that his favourite entertainer stayed just that. 

His. 

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ONE WEEK LATER

“Adrienne?” You looked at her, confused as you look for your name on the posted schedule. 

She merely hums in response, barely looking up from her device, “I’m not on?” 

Thankfully your words grab her attention and she skims the board before giving you an answer.

“Ah, oui.” She replies in French, “Mr. Barnes has requested you for the night.” 

That couldn’t be good. The entire night? 

“Chérie,” the soft pet-name makes you look at her, “you don’t seem excited?” 

You should be, this was Mr. Barnes after all, but with his words were permanently etched into your mind...you weren’t too sure that him requesting you was a good thing. 

“I am,” you force a smile onto your face. “It’s just...unexpected.” 

Adrienne smiles knowingly, “I’ve worked with Moiseur Barnes for ten years and he’s never taken such liking into anyone.” 

Your heart rate spikes, “now go.” She urges, “or you’ll be late again.” 

Shit.

Fuck.

Motherfucking, shit.

You’re darting off in the direction of the private lounge reserved solely for Bucky, the same two armed bodyguards standing on either side. 

They each give you a nod as you push through the doors. 

“You’re late, again.” Bucky doesn’t let you get more than three steps into the room before his voice cuts sharply through the air again. 

“Mr. Bar—“

“Sit.” 

It’s not a suggestion, but a command and you’re quick to scramble across the floor before you’re sat in the much too comfortable couch adjacent to Bucky. 

The expression on his face is unreadable and you can’t seem to decipher the way his eyes scan over your body. 

“Mr. Barnes if I can ju—“ 

“I don’t give second chances.” He reminds you, voice low and it causes goosebumps to prickle across your skin. 

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes, once again bracing for those two words to come out of his mouth. 

You’re fired. 

The dreadful words that would send your world crumbling all because you were a couple of minutes late. 

“Tell me, Honey,” your eyes fly open just in time to watch him lean his body into yours. 

“Just how many degrees do you have?” 

His question catches you off-guard, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as you open your mouth, “three.” 

He hums in response, leaning back into the couch before taking a sip of his cooled drink. 

“Come work for me.” 

You’re left utterly shocked and speechless at the words that come from his mouth. So startled that you’re unable to form a coherent thought or sentence while Bucky looks at you with a sly smirk. 

“I’ll pay three times as much, cover your living expenses, and protect you.” Your breathing hitches in your throat. 

You then had to remind yourself who Bucky Barnes was. 

New York’s finest criminal. 

“Why should I work for you if I already work for you?” You ask, the question causes Bucky to raise a single eyebrow in amusement.

He places his whiskey down, edging closer to you on the couch. There’s nowhere else to go, no one else in the room, you could scream all you want, but the soundproofing would do you no good. 

You were at Bucky’s mercy as he places a heavy and cold hand on your knee, “because you’re different.” 

Someone like Bucky should wear a warning, the way his eyes pierce your soul and his cologne washes over you. It was distinctly Bucky, everything about the way he smelled screams power. 

“I need someone who’s,” he pauses to lean back again, “pure.” 

You’re still looking at him, unsure of what the fuck was happening. 

“Mr. Ba—“

He shoots you a look, one that shows his disappointment at the way you’re referring to him. 

“Bucky,” you quickly correct yourself. “I think you’ve got the wrong girl.” 

He chuckles lowly, shaking his head. 

“You have 48 hours to decide,” he says, slipping his business card into the garter around your thigh and his touch feels like fire.

Bucky says nothing more, stepping out of the room without giving you a second glance. 

You were left all alone, booked until the end of your shift with nothing to do. 

The walk back to your shitty apartment was bittersweet as you felt the weight of Bucky’s business card burning a hole in the back pocket of your jeans. 

When you climbed the three flights of stairs, yanking your ear buds at the sight of the pink slip that was taped to your front door before you tore it in a fit of rage, frustration, and defeat. 

An eviction notice. 

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” 

It feels like the entire world is against you in this moment. 

Everything in your life slowly crumbling as you slid down the wall and groaned before you dig that black piece of paper out of your pocket. 

Running your thumb over the gold detailing of his name, you chew on your lip in contemplation. 

Because truly, you have nothing left to lose. 

Dialling the number imprinted at the bottom makes your adrenaline pump through your veins before you lift the phone to your ear. 

It feels ten times heavier. 

Then it rings. And rings. And rings some more and you think this is just some elaborate prank he’s pulling on you. 

Then he picks up. 

“I take it you changed your mind, Honey.” He says immediately. You’re shocked at his forwardness, still clutching the pink slip as your mouth hangs slightly open. 

He seems to take your silence as a sign to keep talking. 

“Pack only the essentials, Larry will pick you up at eight. Don’t be late, I know how you can get.” You can hear the smirk he’s wearing through the phone as he mutters the last sentence. 

Still, you haven’t been able to say a single word, shaking yourself out of your trance.

“Okay,” you finally splutter out. “What am I going to be doing?” 

It’s only now that you realize you have no idea what your job description is going to be. It’s terrifying and exciting as Bucky chuckles through the phone. 

“You’ll be an analyst of sorts,” Bucky says. 

“So, I’ll be collecting data?” You ask. 

There’s a brief pause on the other line, “sort of.” 

It only entices you further, but you don’t think you’ll get any more answers from him. 

“Don’t push your luck, Honey. Just be ready for eight.” You don’t get a chance to retaliate before the line goes dead and you’re left to reevaluate your entire life and choices. 

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1:12 AM

You’re finally packed. Two suitcases. 

Your entire life is about to change and you’ve packed your entire history in two suitcases. 

2:24 AM

You can’t sleep, tossing and turning as your mind isn’t able to stop racing. 

Taking a job from Bucky Barnes. The White Wolf of New York City is either the smartest thing you’ve ever done or it’s what is going to get you killed. 

7:09 AM 

You’d be lying if you said you slept. It was more like a series of naps before you finally said fuck it and woke up to make yourself a cup of coffee. 

Then you took a shower, looking your best before saying one final goodbye to your old crummy apartment that you oddly began to miss. 

8:00 AM

Larry is right on time. It’s evident that he works for Bucky. 

He’s a short Italian man with a receding hairline and too many dad jokes for you to stomach as you slide into the sleek SUV. 

You’re pretty sure it’s bulletproof from how thick the windows are and how dark the paint is. 

It crawls silently like a predator through the busy and bustling streets of New York. 

You watch your old life fade away, creeping deeper and deeper into the heart of the city before you’re stepping out in front of the well known skyscraper. 

8:49 AM

“Mr. Barnes has requested you come to his office.” An unfamiliar woman’s voice sounds from behind you.  

You turn to face her, watching her stoic expression, “follow me.” 

She doesn’t give you time to respond before she’s set off while Larry is taking care of your bags. 

You’re forced to follow her, stopping at an elevator before getting it. She slides a keycard into a slot before a button emerges from beneath the silver plating. 

It has a “B” on it and nothing more before the elevator is ascending into the clouds. 

9:03 AM

You’re led down a long hallway before stopping at large black-painted wooden doors.

“He’s expecting you.” Is all she says before she once again turns on her heels and walks away, leaving you to push the doors open. 

You enter the lavish office where Bucky stands dressed in black jeans and a black shirt while leaning against his desk with his phone to his ear and he doesn’t look too pleased. 

He doesn’t even say goodbye, he simply ends the call.

Bucky Barnes doesn’t only exude power, but he is the very definition of power. 

“Welcome,” he greets. “Take it all in because you’ll be spending lots of time with me now.”

It’s an overwhelming sensation, looking down over New York City. The same city that had swallowed you up and seemingly spat you out, but now you were the one overlooking it all. 

Things were finally starting to go your way. 

“We need to get started, Honey.” Bucky then whispers, placing a warm hand on the small of your back.

It startles you ever so slightly. 

You hope he doesn’t hear the way your breath catches in your throat, but you know better than that. 

“Okay,” you whisper out, turning to face him. 

He’s much closer than you thought he was going to be, looking down at you with twinkling eyes and fuck does he look good. 

Bucky leads you to his desk, telling you to sit in one of the chairs before he takes his place against the desk once again. 

“I know you’re a smart girl,” he begins, crossing his arms over his chest. 

You can now see the tattoos that litter his arm. An intricate sleeve with lots of detail before your eyes flicker to the inhuman one. 

“I mean a full ride at MIT? That’s not somethin’ anyone can do.” He remarks and you’re pulled from your trance, flustered and dismayed. 

“How did you—“ but you have to stop yourself as he gives you a smirk, “never mind.”

“Listen, I’ll get straight to the point.” He says, bending down to place his hands on either side of your armrest, locking you into the chair as you suck in a harsh breath. 

The same wave of cologne washes over you; bergamot, cinnamon, and oranges. 

“Let’s jus’ say that my tech guy got himself into a bit of...trouble.” You gulp, watching the way his smirk tugs on the edge of his lips.

It almost seemed like he was enjoying the way you quiver under him. 

“And I need to keep my eyes on the city.” He explains, “we’ve gone ghost, over 24 hours with little to no surveillance over banks, dealerships, anythin’.” 

Oh fuck. 

He doesn’t need to explain what you’ll be doing because you’ve already connected the dots. 

“Can you handle that?” He asks you, standing up straight but never breaking eye contact.

You nod your head, but he frowns. 

“Big girl words, use ‘em.” He barks. 

“Yes,” you gulp. “I can do that.”

He smiles, nodding his head as he hums in content. 

“Good girl. Now let’s go meet the team and get you set up.” He says, pushing away from the desk and extending his bionic arm for you to take. 

You do, letting him pull you up before you’re flush against his chest. 

“Welcome to the team, Y/N,” he smirks and it’s the first time you hear your name leave his lips. 

There’s a glint in his eyes that scream mischief and you’re already lost in those damn eyes of his. 

There was no going back now.

6:34 PM

Bucky’s team is nothing short of geniuses. Clearly the top one percent of the graduates at most prestigious schools and academy’s in the world. 

Which is why you can’t help but feel left out. 

They welcome you, but call you fresh meat before Bucky sends them a glare that shuts them right up. 

You get straight to work, well-aware of Bucky’s gaze on quite literally everything that you do. 

Except there’s one detail that he can’t get from transcripts. 

You work exceptionally well under pressure. 

And you’re damn good at what you do. 

Within hours each server is up and running, streaming live footage, access to anything and everything on each file, and best of all, you’ve created a back-up system. 

“Impressive.” Bucky says as he leads you back into the elevator and for some Godforsaken reason the praise makes you shiver. 

“Where are we going?” You squeak out, watching yet another mysterious button pop from under the silver plating. 

This time, it’s blank, nothing on it as Bucky presses it with a vibranium thumb. 

He turns to you and smiles, “home.”

“Wait,” you stop as soon as you get two feet out of the elevator. “I’m living with you?”

Bucky rolls his eyes, “don’t be stupid, of course you are.” 

He doesn’t even stop, walking further into the penthouse as you’re forced to scamper behind his long strides. 

“Don’t flatter yourself, Honey. You’ll have your own room, bathroom, even kitchen. Think of it as your own apartment.” He says, looking down at you as you reach a flight of stairs, ascending them. 

“Except this way,” he smirks. “I can keep an eye on you and keep you safe.” 

Your heart stutters, what could he possible be keeping you safe from? You’re not even sure if you want to know the answer to that question. 

“Home sweet home,” he muses, opening a door that leads into an apartment three times the size of your previous one and your jaw drops. 

“Holy fuck.” You don’t realize you’ve said it out loud until you hear Bucky bark out a laugh. 

“I knew you’d like it, Honey. Now rest up, you’ll be going into town with me tomorrow.”

[the-illiterate-pirate]

Could we get dom!sub with cioccolata 👉👈

No I'm not answering these a day late what makes you think that

Anyway hi, thank you for requesting <33 I decided to try kinktober because I wanted a bit of a challenge with writing and my ass sure got it but talk aside let's get into this!

Btw quick shout out to some besties because I freaked with this oneshot and they helped me with the plot ily

You worked underneath the boss as his Consigliere. Although your job was important, there really wasn't much else to do besides shit around with La Unita Speciale and do nothing. When work did trickle in it was your job to manage teams and give any important business matter to Doppio to send to the boss. Today unfortunately one of the newer squadrons decided to fuck up their mission and get some men and bystanders killed during a provoked battle. The laid back vibe of the base went sour as you began a tangent with some lower ranked capo, grabbing the attention of a surgeon and his pet. They watched idly from the door as you walked in circles in your room, raising in volume and vulgarity as the shit heel on the other side of the phone decided he was less replaceable than he really was. The edge in your voice, your promise of violence, the angry vein pulsing in your neck, it turned him on.

Until this point your conversations with Cioccolata consisted of playful banter and flirty comments but now Cioccolata knew he wanted you deeply. You made him feel things he wasn't sure he could ever feel before, lust, the urge to be dominated and humiliated, it was all so tempting.

He waited patiently for you to cease, which didn't stop for a while, all through it he enjoyed hearing you speak. You ended strong promising to see him in hell.

"...Mark my fucking words dipshit, this time tomorrow yer gonna be dead rotting in the fucking sewer! Vai a soffocare con la merda di maiale, stupido stronzo!" You slammed the phone down on the coffee table before walking away to your computer, you stopped midway upon seeing Cioccolata and his mutt in the doorway.

"Ah, Cioccolata. Just who I need. Listen, I need you and Secco to go kill this asshole. In case you missed it, he's fucked up an undercover mission down in Naples, I'll send you some more info after I clear everything else up."

"Actually my dear, I think I'll stay right here." His grin stretched across his face to show jagged teeth as he stalked closer to you.

"The hell did you just say? Now's not the time to play games."

"Oh, but amore, I'd love to have you play with me. That fire in your eye... It's beautiful."

"The hell did you just say, you creep?" As disgusting as he was, you wouldn't step down from Cioccolata. He didn't scare you. He was a freak who had trouble keeping his distance on the job, but he never stepped too far over the line. Was this just another ploy at getting your attention or was he really trying to insinuate something?

"I'll just tell it to you plain then. I want you, more than ever. You seem stressed, why don't you and I take care of that later tonight, together?"

"...Secco, leave." The tinier man whimpered at your heavy tone but did as told. Cioccolata was getting just what he wanted, making his grin grow wider by the time you grabbed his chin in a possessive hold. "Of course a freak like you would love to be dominated by a woman. I bet you want me to throw you around and treat you like a whore, too, hmm? Fine, I'll bite. Work has been stressing me the fuck out lately and I've been looking for a toy I can use."

"Sounds lovely, amore."

Date set, Squalo and Tiziano took Cioccolata's place on your mission, fortunately agreeing to take Secco along with them once you asked. Bless them. You had Cioccolata and the base alone for the rest of the night. You settled underground in your resting room. With no natural light you worked by the lamp on your bedside table. You sat snug at the foot of your bed with Cioccolata's head between your plush thighs, licking up your folds like a man starved. Between every flick of his tongue there was a whimper that hit your ear like a musical note. You were unsure if this was his first time giving head but he did it like a fucking pro. Between his own legs his dick stood heavy and stiff and angry, a small bullet vibrator strapped to its head buzzing wildly. With a tilt of your head you could see the slit drooling precum already. As a warning you bumped up the vibration with a remote, making him whine and flinch deeper between your legs.

"Remember Ciocco~ if you cum without permission I'll make sure you don't stop until your pumped dry."

He finally left your legs to look up at you. Your fluids covered the bottom half of his face with his pupils dilated to tiny dots. "Yes, mistress." He still sounded far too smug.

"Good boy!" You pushed his face farther away to check his work. You deemed yourself ready and kicked him back into the floor after turning off his vibrator. Without missing a beat your foot pressed down on his chest, keeping him there. His hands wrapped around your ankle but didn't move, he only looked up desperately at you.

You clicked your tongue, looking him over as you trailed lower to add pressure on his weeping cock. He wiggled like a bug underneath your foot, and you grinned.

"I knew you were a freak, but I'll be honest, this never crossed my mind. Don't think I don't like it though."

Click, You started up the vibrator once again, starting another edging session with him. Cioccolata groaned and started to roll his hips into the air, trying to get any friction. "Oh, quit acting like a whore. You want to cum? We've been at it for a while."

He keened against the rug, "Yes! Please let me cum, mistress!" With a smug and oh so sadistic smile, you simply upped his vibration to watch him writhe on the floor more.

"Then beg me for it."

[hapigairu]

Sorry for the late reply! I was too knackered to write anything other than nonsense yesterday... :(

True, true. Come to think of it... from what we now know of Rufus, is it possible that his skirt-chasing was "just" him trying to sire a Crest-bearing heir to stop Dimitri from ascending the throne (on top of him burying his guilt by sleeping around)? True, canon doesn't give us much, but it's fun to theorise about the little crumbs we do get!

Damn, I imagine seeing how Bernadetta is treated like a joke in the games must feel quite unpleasant... :/ But yeah, the only reason Bernadetta has any measure of success is because of her association with Edel. In some cases, she even inherits her title despite not being exactly qualified for that and even lets her husband manage most (if not all) of the work. But she knows Edel, she killed for her, so she's fine. She also has this line about "letting people who want to be on the sidelines have their choice honoured" or something. While this is a nice sentiment, it's not that simple. What about the people who have ambitions but can't because they have a disability or a condition? Or those who are too poor to fulfil their potential?

And men can't do anything right and need a woman to set them on the right path or something like that? (I may have read some posts regarding a certain captain...) I remember this line from Edel (not sure if calling her that will spare from any discoarse addict, but oh well) in Hopes that some people use to show how she is really pro-commoner and all: "The people's future will be decided by merit, not privilege (lol) and I will wade through an ocean of blood to see it made so" (I don't know what she actually says in Japanese, and, frankly, I don't care to play as Edel anytime soon) Yes, it's very cringe but also... Edelgoon, you do realise that killing that many people, trampling their lands, and bringing about general instability is not good for the commoners, right? Right? Then again, girlboss is always based regardless of what she does. Wait... is that benevolent sexism at work?

And, yes, absolutely, you shouldn't have to fight. I'd argue that's far worse than anything hunter-gatherers were like, considering there was way more equality at that time and it's during the Neolithic (around -10, 000, IIRC) that inequalities truly started to appear, notably with the development of agriculture. Unfortunately, Edel's society is kind of where we are in so many countries, how it has been for too long a time.

I don't mean to beat a dead horse, but her ending with Doro explicitly says that she's enforcing censure. You can try to pin this "aww how cute, she's embarrassed about this opera her bestie/lover made" all you want, but the fact of the matter is she signed a decree to forbid the performance of this opera. And she did this just for something she felt awkward about, who knows how she deals with anything that is actually damaging to her rule. Nothing pretty, I reckon. It's crazy how some people keep on trying to deny it.

And like, why would the Empire pass on the opportunity to get precious minerals for "free"? They could kill as many people who oppose them (be them from Faerghus or Duscur), Edel would be like "Oh woe is me, so much blood at my feet", and Bob's your uncle. Problem solved, Duscur is now an Adrestian region managed by one of her buddies. If Duscur is a vassal state, they'll need a very reasonable (wink, wink) leader to be free from vassalage.

Yeah, I don't know about Holst, but I could see Matthias - should Sylvain be dead -  shelter people near the Sreng border and have a tea party with them lol. Like, "I'll keep my people safe, but your new government and leaders to go fuck themselves, Emperor-chan. You wanted the whole continent all to yourself, well have fun with it."

Almyra attacked Fodlan when they caught wind of the political struggles in the Kingdom and the Empire. There's no way they'd twiddle their thumbs when Fodlan is recovering from a nearly six-year-long war. And, as you said, if Edel kills Claude, she's practically giving Almyra a casus belli on a silver platter. Mind you, if he's alive and didn't like what was going on in Fodlan... He might intervene? Idk. Fodlan being closed off (in his opinion) is one thing, but... Fodlan (under the Empire) going on military expeditions that go out of control? And there's also the, ah, question of the surviving Nabateans. If the Empire came to attack (or "civilise", I suppose lol) Sreng, they might stumble upon Macuil (... was it?) who won't appreciate being jumped on and it's not going to be pretty.

Even one of her FEH alts uses the term 'hadou'. I think when you give something to her, she says "Thank you. I'll use this as a foundation stone for my military rule." I'm assuming the localisation team tried to soften it, but yeah.

Yes, they don't just nod approvingly at Dimitri while playing up their own personal quirks. But... But... even when they don't agree with Dimitri, they still choose to support him because he's a dear friend, an excellent leader overall, etc. so that totally makes them yes-men unlike the Eagles who...uh...

I mean... I've seen people say it, yeah. Because the Kingdom is in less bad shape (which... fair, ig, since Edel can't get through Arianrhod) and Rhea -the big bad evil who was totally at fault for this war- is dead, meaning that Claude is soooo going to either stop the war and prevent Faerghus from being annexed by the Empire (lol) or share Faerghus' territory with the Empire (lol). I'll say... a post-GW situation must be quite fun to write if only because of the political mess it causes.

Whatever the stans may think, AG - while not quite a golden route - has the best outcome out of the three routes. There's nothing to suggest Edel will remain in this state (or that she can be cured, granted lol). Faerghus and Leicester fought and won against both the Empire and the Agarthans, which means Rhea might feel a tad more okay with relating what happened 1000 years ago, what the Heroes' relics truly are, etc. Claude would understand where she's coming from (like in Houses). (Bonus: he'd see how nonsensical his claims are about the Church keeping Fodlan closed off from the outside world... because he'd learn from Dimitri (or Lorenz, etc.) about the Kingdom's efforts regarding Duscur's restoration (with the Church's help). Overall, I think AG's end is simply more optimistic (not that the bar is that high) because of what you said: this ending leads to the characters communicating with each other and settling the issues each might have. I also like to think that the characters' reaction to Rhea's (and the other Nabateans') traumatic past would be more than just "Oh yikes, anyway".

Ferdinand good, except in CF and SB. His shrugging off the suffering and resentment of the people his country is invading by saying "It's all in their heads" was gross. Having him as a recruitable unit in AG would have made him more palatable.

Hm... I can understand not caring all that much about the Deer lol They don't feel as fleshed out as the other houses (save for a few) but I can't help liking them for no particular reason. Like, the fact that you have three commoners and you can see how two of them are privileged compared to the third one. I appreciate what the writers tried to do with them, but they really needed more fleshing out and world-building (and more named characters). But it's a good thing the limit is our own imagination only. At least Erwin (even if he's a tad whitewashed) and Matthias especially are actually interesting.

The problem with Waldemar (which sounds to me like they smashed Voldemort and Walmart together) is that he... exists, but we don't get that much out of his rare appearances. We don't learn anything new about the Insurrection of the Seven, we don't know for sure why he supports Edel when he conspired against her father, etc. Oh, but we do have him bickering with Leopold, yay?

Don't quote me on that, but I think they were attacked by Macuil and had to retreat because, as you said, Lambert got injured?

I think they could also be seething about Lambert potentially asking House Galatea for a lower sum because of their financial situation. They could see it as Lambert coddling the Eastern lords or something.

Alright, thanks, I'll check it out!

Let's be honest, he struggles to sleep much too often lol But it could be a way for him to reassure himself like "it's okay if I can't sleep now, I can occupy my mind and it'll help me fall asleep" lol. Well... that's what I do quite often, at least.

As for Leif, I think he was offered as a hostage, but he was well-treated and was taught Fodlanese (?). So, despite Matthias' resentment towards Sreng, he was still better treated than Petra, a princess, was. So maybe he had some degree of freedom and befriended (ish) Sylvain and Miklan?

I'm having a really hard time fathoming how some people consider SB to be a righteous/heroic route or a route where we're the good guys. The route where:

You invade two independent nations under the pretence of "saving their citizens from oppression" (though I guess you can't be oppressed anymore if you're dead lol) even though Her Majestic Hypocrisy repeats a bunch of times that she's in for conquest and that she'd obliterate anyone who stands in her way.

The cast keeps victim-blaming the invaded parties for *checks note* defending their countries. 

The death toll is the highest. You have to kill Ingrid, Rodrigue, Gustave and Sylvain. And you can also kill Ashe, Mercedes (btw, if she dies, the cutscene where Dimitri and Dedue grieve changes slightly, which is nice), Annette, Shamir, Ignatz, Raphael and Marianne (how does Margrave Edmund feel about Claude's alliance with the empire knowing his daughter was killed by its army?). 

IIRC, this is the only route where you conscript merchants into the imperial army. No wonder the empire has the biggest army.

Based Rhea who, despite being hunted, still thinks about the safety of the continent first in the final chapter. It's hilarious how characters like Edespot or Clyde harp on about how Rhea is the big bad, and in the few scenes you have with her, she's just kind? Anyway. Rhea based.

In the C support conversation - which happens right after Felix got seriously injured and Sylvain got killed- there's this bit where Dimitri is like "I don't know if I can talk with like everything is normal, so many have died already" and Edespot's response is basically "yeah I don't see it that way. Let's agree to disagree". Also, I believe she wonders if she shouldn't just kill Clyde and Dimitri once they're out. Even though Clyde is her ally at the moment. You bet on the wrong lord, Clyde... 

I probably forgot a few stuff, but... oh well.

To be honest,

The only things I like about Supreme Bullshit are :

Its ending! Supreme Leader and Barney (well, at least they throw a sword?) being sitting ducks while Rhea steals the show, and sacrifices herself in an epic shonen scene to get rid of the real threat, aka showing that unlike someone, she knows how to prioritize, and it ends up in an explosion. It matches the ending of the F-Zero anime (at 0.48!), Rhea/Falcon rushes to deal a blow (a Falcon punch and a Seiros strike I guess?) to their mortal enemy, there is a giant explosion, and both Rhea/Falcon fade away in a blinding light. Too bad the Supreme Bullshit BGM is eons away from "Searching to the Truth" :(

The reveal that Rhea kept the keys to the sekrit passages in the Imperial Palace - or Rhea knows more about Enbarr and its castle than the current Emperor and her aides...

Doro's paralogue being incredibly tone deaf about, uh, soldiers being "too busy" by the Mittelfrank troupe, that they can't basically protect the dancers/performers from bandits, when the paralogue happens in an area that is expressedly supposed to be full of soldiers!

If starts align in a certain way, it's the only route in Nopes where Clout dies!

Leopold! He's like Victarion Greyjoy, only if he was taken seriously. But we, as players, know better! Also he's a living retcon, from having a major cichol crest to gift to his son because he fought well (and not to, say, Big B or even Ferdie) a sacred weapon despite the route being all about muhritocracy!

Supreme Leader plans and plays with the cards she has in her hand - from trying to get good PR to get rid of people (Varley sr) by pitting them against her next target (the CoS)!

An entire game full of new Supreme Replies (tm)!

For shippers around, it has a Cathmir scene where everyone knows Shamir will prioritize Catherine's life over her allegeance! too bad this is a Supreme Leader route, so no, Shamir won't fucking try to kill her for blackmailing her and can even kill Catherine herself later on....

That's not a lot lol, and most of it are breadcrumbs because for the proper plot...

Yeah, it kinds of sucks.

Supreme Bullshit is even more tone deaf with the War and its realities than Tru Piss (and that's a feat!), Ferdie being completely, uh, off the mark about everything (invading lands and rekting people, and then saying those people's fears are only in their heads! Pal, one of the first missions in the SB exclusive chapters is to rout refugees??? + the nonsense about the Kingdom having more crested generals, when data shows the Empire has more crested peeps than the Kingdom!), Caspar being turned in the worst version of himself who dgaf anymore about protecting "innocents" and "justice", and, uh, everything with Monica.

Victim blaming is the norm with Fodlan games, but yeah, it really feels odd that suddenly, in the Zahras chapters, Dimitri's all "okay" when his closest friends either died or were grievly injured and the game proceeds as it does when, come on, why wouldn't Dimitri kill her the second they're out of the Zahras verse??

I really disliked how Supreme Bullshit yeeted Ionius from Adrestia, or how it didn't explore in more depth the Insurrection of the Seven, especially since we side with Leopold'n'Waldemar against Ludwig, who used to be allies! Also, as far as I remember, no one mentions anything about Arundel, why he ran away to the Kingdom with a young Supreme Leader and how he changed when he returned, or something?

If Ludwig is pushed by Supreme Leader, reciting her Dad's words, as the one who led the insurrection and the experiments on her, why the fuck no one else mentions them, as Leopold and Waldemar were on Aegir's side back then? They don't even mention "Arundel" participating, like, Volkhard sides against Ionius and hides his niece, but 3 months later, he returns and offers her as a guinea pig?

As is the norm with the Supreme Leader routes, the "truth" isn't what we're looking for, because we know Supreme Leader pushes a narrative she will follow to reach her goals, but where Tru Piss gave hints here and there about her narrative being, uh, rubish, we have no clues here, and Leopold prefers to flash his loincloth than giving us anything meaningful about that incident.

When you compare them to Matthias and Rodrigue (and Gilbert?) who often mention Lambert "back in the days", it's more and more obvious that... we're not supposed to ask questions in Supreme Bullshit, and just go with the flow.

And it ends with a high five.

I'd say it deviates less from Tru Piss than Golden Shower does from Verdant Winds, but it's an "expected disappointment".

That's why my only higlights are not plot relevant (save for the Captain Falcon - Rhea parallel) - because we know the plot will never deliver something meaningful in a Supreme Leader route.

[starbuckie]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.

It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.

So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.

But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.

Y/N. 

So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.

-

Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday. 

Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.

And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.

However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.

Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?

-

Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-

Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.

Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine? 

Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.

Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day. 

Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.

Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs. 

If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin. 

That only made his dick harder.

On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.

And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.

-

“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”

A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.” 

“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”

Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.

The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.

Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray. 

Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.

The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together. 

Click.

Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.

But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”

The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.

“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction. 

Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.

“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”

A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization. 

“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”

Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”

Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.

“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”

She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”

All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.

Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch. 

“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.

Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”

Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else. 

Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”

His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”

Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her- 

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”

The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.

Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.

The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.

“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”

Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where. 

“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.

Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?” 

The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.

Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body. 

“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”

He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches. 

“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”

The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.

Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.

“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh. 

“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure. 

“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”

That knocked her into shape real fast.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.

“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night. 

But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”

He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”

Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”

Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.

“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”

It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts. 

Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”

She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers. 

As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”

“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”

Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts. 

Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.  

“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”

But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.

Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.

She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more. 

Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade. 

His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving. 

“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten. 

“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”

It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight. 

She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore. 

Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again. 

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”

Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”

A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”

Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway. 

On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.

“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom. 

“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”

Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes. 

He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal. 

Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.

His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.

But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex. 

“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”

Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips. 

“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.

“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”

As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”

He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.

She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass. 

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”

“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out. 

“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed. 

Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.

Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door. 

Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Click.

It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.

Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.

“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”

The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation. 

But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”

Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.

Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move. 

The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go. 

The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:

Thanks for sharing with us, baby.

[erodasfishtacos]

Hiii bestie!!! Could you write about y/n being in danger and gang Harry gets all worried and scared (of course) and saves her. (I love your stories so much)

warning: violence, blood, guns

Harry was waiting for YN at home after she was going to the store to buy tampons (he offered to go but he normally bought the wrong kind).

He’s watching a game of football as he also continuously glances at the clock - keeping time of how long she’s been gone.

After twenty-five minutes, he gets a bit impatient, he wanted to start their movie night (sue him sometimes he liked cute romantic shit).

When he rings her mobile, it picks up after the first ring, and what he hears next sends a straight chill down his spine.

“We were waiting for you to call, Diablo,” A gruff, smokey voice rasps through the speaker of his wife’s phone.

His heart fucking drops but anger takes over in mere seconds as he’s off the couch and storming to their secret weapons room through a hidden passageway.

“What the fuck do y’cunts want?” Harry hisses furiously, unsure of who exactly this voice belongs to on the other end.

He hears a whimper in the background. He’d know that sound anywhere - usually he heard it when she was underneath him but right now it sounded pained and scared.

“If you fuckin’ hurt - I guarantee you that your whole family will be dead by tomorrow,” Harry promises, pushing down the panic as he grabs a duffel to begin shoving a shotgun and assault rifle in.

His desert eagle was tucked in his waistband already - were it always sat.

On his burner phone, he manages to text and send out the GPS location of where his wife is at - idiots most likely don’t know that he has a tracker on her phone.

There was also a GPS tracker embedded in the ‘H’ necklace she always wore right behind the three small diamonds so no one would ever be able to spot it.

“Business. We know you have a shipment going into the South Bay at midnight. Rumor has it you have 6 million pounds of coke on their,” The man replies.

Bingo.

Harry automatically realizes that this dude is a fucking idiot and fell for a diversion tactic - that shipment was being delivered on the other side of the city at three in the morning.

He didn’t get to be the most dangerous, successful gang leader without his own skills and manipulation of his own.

Harry always had to try to pick off the rats and snitches in his gang because people like to squeal for money and drugs.

Every opportunity he got, he told a couple of his rookie members fake information to see if they’d betray him.

It looks like someone was given fake information that Harry had fed two newer members earlier in the week.

“Why the fuck would y’idiots just sneak attack? Why the fuck d’you have my wife?” Harry snarls, getting a influx of text from his associates stating they’re on their way.

“We were actually going to be nice, just hold her until you agree - not hurt her, you know? But your little bitch managed to kill two of my men before we could wrangle her.”

Thatta girl.

God, he really fucking loved his wife and had no fear of putting his on life on the line to protect her - would take a bullet for her any day.

“I can’t wait t’find you and torture you until you’re begging for me to just put you out of your misery,” Harry promises, his heart pounding, vein protruding from his forehead.

“You really shouldn’t threaten me when I have this pretty little number of yours tied up to a chair with a gun to her head,” The man laughs with amusement, “I’ll have you talk to her now.”

Harry hears the man bark at YN, “Speak bitch!”

“He-hello?” YN whimpers pathetically, “Baby, I need help.”

And it sounds wrong - but relief flushes through him at the sound of her pleas. It was completely an act because it’s not truly how she sounds when she’s scared.

“Brat, y’faking it right now right?” Harry makes sure, getting onto the interstate - uncaring of stop signs and red lights.

“Yes. Yes, come get me. Yes, baby,” YN continues and god, she could win an Oscar for her performance and it really shouldn’t get him hard right now.

-

When he pulls up to a brick building that looks abandoned, his men are already shooting with visible bodies collapsed on the floor.

Harry yanks his favorite assault rifle out of his trunk, tugging the strap over his head, and positioning it as he strides forward.

“Boss, we haven’t cleared it completely. You can’t go in yet,” Niall informs him as he reload quickly, breathing heavy.

“I don’t fuckin’ care. My wife’s in there,” Harry snaps, quickly taking out the last two visible men before he is able to step through the door.

He is about to turn a corner and a man steps out from behind it - Harry doesn’t hesitate to lay his heavily-clad ringed knuckles straight into his face knocking him down before landing one fatal shot.

When he steps into a bare, musky old basement - his beautiful wife is tied to a chair, ropes keeping her arms tied behind her, and a cloth in her mouth.

“‘Bout time you showed up,” The rival states, standing behind his wife with a gun running along her skin.

She’s still in her holey tee shirt and biker shorts with white sneakers that were blood sodden like her clothing.

Harry illuminates pure fury when his gaze meets her - but her eyes are twinkling like she knows something he doesn’t.

He noticed that there was a high concentration of blood near her left side and that the fabric was torn - he had cut her and she was bleeding.

But she spits out the rag, rasping out to her husband in a teasing tone, “Took you long enough, dickhead,” before she’s slipping her hands from the restraints that she had gotten out of in mere minutes.

Her hand goes right for the man’s crotch - taking him by complete surprise, he hunches over and YN is able to get off the chair and knee him straight in the nose.

“S’your turn now,” YN replies, “I need to bandage this to stop the bleeding - it’s just superficial.”

Harry doesn’t remember much from that point on beside the fact that he pulled that man’s teeth out one by one and just as he had told him - by the time Harry was done with him he’d being begging for death.

And boy did he beg for Harry to just end it because Harry’s torture methods was worse than being dead to the world.

After he’s done, he nods at his men to clean up the mess, and finds his wife instantly, intertwining their hands and assuring her, “I’ll stick y’up when we get home.”

-

YN’s sat on their bathroom countertop in nothing but a clean pair of underwear after Harry had gently bathed her dirt and blood away.

She had quieted, the confidence and adrenaline having faded off, and she lets out a loud whimper when he begins to thread the needle through her tender, swollen skin.

“M’sorry, my queen,” Harry apologizes sympathetically as he threads through to close up the wound.

“Hurts,” His wife hisses with a crack in her voice, hands resting on his bare shoulders as he concentrates on her side.

“It’s done, did s’good baby,” He murmurs encouragingly, disposing of the items before cupping her jaw, “How are y’feelin’?”

“I’m fine,” She replies instantly, swallowing and avoiding his gaze.

“You’re not okay and that’s okay,” Harry reminds her, chest hurting when tears start to dribble down her cheeks.

“I was scared,” She whispers, “And all I wanted was you.”

“Baby, baby fuckin’ look at me,” Harry urges, tilting her chin up and hands coming to massage at her thighs, “M’sorry I wasn’t there right away, I fucking would die for you.”

It was amazing how much YN changed Harry.

-

Jaymee was a really sweet girl, bright puppy dog eyes and a wide smile with cherub cheeks, “That was amazing,” she had giggles after Harry rolls off of her.

“Get the fuck out now,” He dismisses, swinging his legs off the bed and pulling on his briefs.

Her face drops, “But…we just? I thought tha-“

Harry cuts her off there, crushing the cute girl’s dreams when he scoffs, “Y’thought what? I didn’t want anything from you but your cunt. I don’t cuddle or give a single fuck - so get the fuck out.”

-

“You’re my soulmate, fuckin’ crazy with how gone I am for you,” Harry follows the sentence but a line of kisses across her breasts and collarbones.

“Please, need it,” YN requests lowly, hand coming to tangle into his curls and lead him to her breast to suck at her hard nipple.

“Y’side, brat,” Harry reminds her, “Let just lay y’out, make y’come, and then we can cuddle, okay?”

And he does, spread her out on their bed, licks deep into her until she’s quivering with pleasure, and then tucks her right into his chest and he soothes her to sleep.