#it was about time my thoughts go to be fully focused on this fucker

[fernshawart]

Prompts to develop a cane user character

Hey there ! You may know me for this post, how to write a cane user character :

Over the past year, this post has gathered quite a lot of traction and people seemed to really enjoy it, and I thought I could do more to help all of my writer friends out there ! This time, I decided to give you a bunch of situations a cane user may face to give you some directions to go with your story, and a few exemples to add-on to the idea !

These are overall very focused on young cane users because that's what I am, but I feel like they can mostly be used for characters of all ages.

The character just got their cane. How do they react to it ? The way someone first reacts to getting a cane can say a lot about them. Exemples :

- They don't see it as a big deal, mostly like yet another test to see if something may work. It's kinda like swallowing a pill when you're sick and thinking "here goes nothing". After that, you can also develop on them being very pleasantly surprised that it worked or to stay with the nonchalant style, make them think "oh. It actually worked. Guess I'll be using that from now on"

- They get uncomfortable. They don't want to be seen as weak and look at them using a cane as a kind of failure to be normal. They may even refuse to use it despite clearly needing it out of pride.

- They get extremely excited and immediately try to make it THEIR cane. If it's a metal cane, they play around with the sliding part and move it around a bunch to see how it works. They may try to play with it like a sword to get used to having it in hand (and may even accidentally break stuff with it). If they like colorful outfits, they may doodle on it or add a bunch of stickers/charms to it.

- They take it in front of a mirror and try to pose with it to fully comprehend that this is them now. They can struggle with their vision of themselves because seeing this weird stick always with them now is really weird. But on the other hand, you can also make them try a bunch of poses and have them think "wait ... This is actually really cool. I love how I look now"

See how they react to other people's looks. If a character has a cane, especially when they're young, they're bound to get weird looks. There's always someone looking at you obviously thinking "Why the hell are they using a cane, they probably don't need it" or "Oh no, poor them, they don't deserve to be in so much pain..." What's their reaction to it ? Exemples :

- They get angry. They confront the people staring at them with a "what are you lookin' at, fucker ?!" or just glare at them. They do NOT want to be pitied.

- They get playful and try to act as if these people are only interested in them by their physique. "Oh, I know I'm good looking, but you can stop staring at me darling~" if your character is kind of a classy cane user, it gets really fun to play around it and after a while, their confidence may get a real characteristic of theirs.

- They feel miserable. They don't want to be pitied just because they exist. They're walking outside for five minutes to get groceries and people are pitying them, and that hurts.

- They really don't care. They've seen it all, and don't let the stares affect them anymore. If they did, it would probably drive them mad.

One thing that happens ALL THE TIME with canes is that they fall. And overall, it's really funny to watch. Watching a cane fall down five times in a row is an embarrassing situation and can make some fun interactions ! Exemples :

- The cane user is trying to have very serious talk with someone else. They walk towards them, sits down in a chair, glares at them, puts their cane down against the wall and ... It falls. They put it back. And it falls. They can stay as serious as they want, the other person in front of them is no longer afraid of them.

- The cane user is taking someone on a date at a fun restaurant. They try to sit down on their chair and put their cane away and it falls repeatedly and they start panicking to make it stay up. Their date is very amused by the situation and finds it cute and/or charming.

- The cane user puts their cane against the wall and it falls. Their friend immediately goes to pick it up, but they stop them from doing so by saying something along the lines of "Don't bother. It won't stay up." Or "Heh, it can't fall any lower now."

Oh no, someone is trying to steal your character's cane for some reason ! Maybe it's because they think it was left behind by someone else ? Maybe it has a high market value because it's made of gold ? Any way, they will have to do something about it. Exemples :

- they grab the cane back and just beats the crap out of the thief. You know, it's not rare to see stories where grandpas use their cane to hit people as a joke. But it works ! It's a heavy stick, and often made of metal. You're bound to get some good hits with that.

- They immediately panic and/or cry. Canes can be extremely precious to someone, often because of emotional value. It's something you wear every day, you can easily get attached to it. A lot of people even decorate it, so loosing something you crafted yourself hurts.

- They heavily play the victim to either make the thief regret their action, or people get on their side. It can stem from a genuine emotion, but also from acting if they want to just use the situation to their advantage. Either way, if someone has the audacity to steal from a poor "defenseless" disabled person, the crowd will most likely help them.

- They can just ... Not care much. I mean yeah it was stolen and it sucks but you know, most canes cost what. 12$ ? They're annoyed but they won't make too much of a fuss about it, and running to catch the thief may not be worth it if their legs aren't really healthy.

You know, if your cane user is a little young, some people are bound to think that they are "too young to be disabled". How do they react to that ? Exemples :

- They heavily mock the person who said that. What, just because you think someone is too young to be disabled, they're no longer disabled ? Ha, I wish it could work like that !

- They reply with a good old "If I break your legs, I guess you'll still be able to walk ? Cuz you look too young to be disabled too."

- They get doubts and question if they're really disabled enough to wield a cane. Usually, people only use it when they have big problems or when they're old ... Maybe that person's right ... (No they're not, of course)

- They get extremely serious and explain their situation is nothing to be discussed by people won't don't know them personally.

And that's it for today ! I hope you enjoyed this little guide <3 if this gets a bit of traction as well, I may write more in the future ! Good luck to all of the writers ~

Oh and one more thing ! Feel free to link your stories down below for everyone to look, will it be a Tumblr post, an AO3 link, a google doc ... I love to see your creations, and I think sharing ideas with people is a GREAT way to develop more varied representation.

And if you want to thank me in a way or another, you can always take a look at my art on Twitter (@FernShawArt) !

#cw ableism #writer #writing guide #cane user #disability #disabled #spoonie #actually disabled #prompts #roguefort cookie #brook one piece #Arsène lupin #capn cuttlefish #cap'n cuttlefish #craig cuttlefish

[dante-winning-archive]

I feel like the only I'd be Even Remotely okay with Sparda coming back is like if some evil alchemist or something brought him back through necromancy, possibly as part of some Take Over the World (or Hell) scheme. Like, he died before Eva and the twins were attacked by Mundus' forces, and then after DMC5, some necromancer fucker built him a new demon body and shoved whatever was left of his soul (probably harvested from the Underworld) into it to try and use him as a meat puppet, but that uh. Did Not Go Well for them, and Sparda broke free.

Sparda doesn't just waltz back into his sons' lives, either: he knows he's got a lot of apologizing and making up to do, even if he didn't leave them on purpose. He'd be devastated to find out what happened to Eva and to his sons after his death, but also so happy that they're both alive. Apologizing wouldn't be enough to make up for everything that happened, and neither would letting them punch him in the face, but he'd try it anyway.

Having a grandson would be a pleasant surprise, at least until Sparda found out the poor boy had been raised in a cult that worshipped Sparda as a god, in which case Sparda was just like, "Ah. Another descendant that I'm obligated to let hit me. Alright, Nero, go ahead. Don't hold back. I'm so sorry."

As for how Sparda died originally:

I've got a personal theory that he died for the same reason we see V's body breaking down after Vergil uses the Yamato to split himself in 5- when Sparda separated the Human and Demon Realms, he also split his soul. It just took longer for his body to "degrade"/break down because he's all demon, whereas Vergil is half human. Sparda further splitting his soul into the Sparda, Rebellion, Yamato, and the Perfect Amulet, and then the amulet halves, also didn't help things.

As for why he didn't just re-absorb them and live for another idk, 2000 years:

My best guess is that it wouldn't of been enough to save him because his body was just too far gone by that point, like how you can only stretch something so many times before the elastic just wears out too much and the whole thing just snaps and falls apart. And, if we go with this theory, maybe he thought leaving his sons the swords/powers that he did was more important, since if he was going to die anyway, the least he could do would be to TRY and take care of his sons. I think he just wandered off to die, too, somewhere where any "vultures" that were drawn to his corpse (or whatever was left of him) wouldn't be anywhere near Eva and his sons. This means Eva and his sons might not of had any remains to bury/ashes to scatter, but he did TRY to keep them safe for as long as he could.

As for why a necromancer alchemist brought him back NOW, instead of earlier in the timeline:

-Doyalist explanation is because otherwise the plot would be different and I don't wanna think about that rn, but anyway.

-Arius and Agnus were able to create fully artificial demons*, and before them, the only other person (as far as we know) that could do that was Mundus himself. Which is horrifying, since it means that alchemy (or at least alchemy focused on creating and controlling demons and demonic energy) has officially reached the level where normal human beings can play God with the souls and lives of men and demons. Hence the whole Sparda/necromancy clusterfuck.

[*= Human shaped demons in Aruis' case, and ones that had a certain amount of free will and sentience, like Lucia and the Secretary demons, although Lucia was considered "defective", presumably because she had too much humanity/free will. Agnus had a specialty in constructs powered by demonic energy and piloted by a person or persons' soul(s), and turning humans into demons via his Ascension Ceremony.]

Anyway, mainly, I'm just fine with Sparda being dead, tho I would like more info on his. Some archive of his past or something, y'know? Some flashbacks from the twins, or Matier. More info on Eva would be nice too, tbh, given we know even less about her than Sparda.

Sorry I took so long to get to this!

This scenario kind of falls into "came back wrong", which I'd be okay with. Maybe the necromancer was successful, until they pit Sparda against his own sons. Somehow Sparda is fine and it's one hell of an awkward reunion.

I like your theory about how Sparda died, how he was essentially weakened from all the soul splitting. Wouldn't it be something if Vergil had inadvertently followed in his father's footsteps?

I'm not sure I vibe with Sparda just going off to die. It seems more fitting to me that it was an honest attempt to defeat Mundus' forces and he died in the attempt. It's more tragic to think he always meant to come back, always wanted to come back. And I like that sort of tragedy, I guess. When you try your best and you don't succeeeeeeeeeeed....

I'm gonna wrap this up here bc it's raining and losing power for a second is a definite possibility and I'd be real pissed if I had to write everything again lol

#ask #i love florida storms but losing power sucks

[angrelysimpping]

lol, meet my newest oc, Danny.

(picrew)

hes semi possessed and not thrilled about it

some porn of him uwu

(noncon touching; forced mastrubation; possession; talking about murder; anal fingering; uuuuuh, i think that's it?)

Someone had been killed here. 

Murdered, right in this very bed. It's something Danny knew from the moment he stepped into the shitty little motel room. He didn't even have to think, didn't have to ask anyone, or try researching it like he used to. No, not now. Not after he killed someone himself, felt their hot blood on his skin, watched the life fade from their eyes, and…changed. Now, he felt it in the air, could almost see how it all happened if he bit his lip and focused. 

Still, that didn't stop him from flopping back onto the thin mattress fully clothed. The rough sheets and lumpy pillow might have bothered others, but Danny couldn't give a shit about things like that anymore. 

Sleeping on a prison cot for the better part of a year does things like that.

Unfortunately, his stint in prison didn’t help with his inability to fall asleep.

Danny isn’t sure how long he lays there, willing his mind to shut down, his body to rest. Eventually, he feels it creeping over him. His body lighter, fingers twitching keeping him present just a little longer before he can finally drift off. 

Sleep doesn’t come easy to murderers.

Danny sighs deeply as the thought floats through his half-awake mind, unsure if it’s even a thought from his own brain or…from it. The thing that clawed its way into his body, had twisted its essence into his soul by mistake and was now stuck with him. He hopes it was from his own mind, not wanting to deal with his uninvited guest just as sleep was starting to seem like it would actually envelop him. 

Of course, it’s not that easy. Nothing has been since the night he agreed to that stupid ritual. Sure, he didn’t have any qualms killing the man, had even enjoyed it really, but now he has to deal with some fucker in his head all the time. Like now. 

It’s with a jolt that Danny feels his hand move at his side. Not a half-asleep twitch but move. On its own. Or, by someone else’s will. 

“Knock it off,” he mumbles, tongue heavy and eyes still closed, begging silently for sleep to take him.

It doesn’t listen.

His hand comes up, scared palm slipping under the fabric of his tattered jacket and gliding across the plane of his stomach. It feels…odd. It’s his hand but it doesn’t quite feel like he’s touching himself. But, well, it’s not bad, really. Just…disconcerting that he’s not the one in control of his own limbs.   

Oh. Wait. No. No, that’s bad, wasn’t it? He wasn’t in control. The entity was. The thing that had tried to steal his body. The thing that had let that young prison guard get ripped to shreds. 

Danny struggles to sit up, more than sleep making his thoughts and movements sluggish. It’s weighing him down, trying to push him back into that horrid subconsciousness that had paralyzed him when the entity had yanked the controls of his exhausted body from him to save both of their lives.  

“Fuck off,” Danny wheezes, chest heavy, full of lead, as he manages to prop himself up against the headboard. 

Relax.

Not his thoughts, then. Not his at all. 

His hand travels up, tracing along his sternum before resting across his heart. What now? Was it going to try to rip his heart from his chest like some kinda B horror monster? Was-

Danny’s thoughts sputter out as the pad of his thumb grazes over his nipple, slowly rolling the soft bud until it stiffened. 

“What are-” he cuts himself off, biting down on his bottom lip as his own nails scrape across his chest. Fingers latch onto his other nipple, tugging at the piercing more than teasing the flesh like it had with the other. The taste of copper fills his mouth, sharp teeth piercing the thin skin of his lip. Laughter fills his head as his other hand springs to life and starts to snake under his jeans. 

“S-stop it.” He wants to die. He wants to die and take this thing with him. He hates it. Hates how his voice breaks and how heat is starting to pool in his gut. It feels like eons since the last time he was touched like this, even by himself. Too much to do, too stressed, too exhausted. When would he have had the time to jack off? Maybe he should have made the time because now his cock is twitching to life even as Danny tries to fight off the thing giving him pleasure in the first place.  

Worst of all, it knows what it’s doing. Knows just how he likes to be touched. Feather-light teasing of fingertips across his thighs. Harsh squeeze to the balls before lovingly stroking over the soft skin. Ghosting over the piercings on the underside of his cock, barely touching them at all.

Then it’s gone, retreating from his pants, and there’s a glorious moment of hope where Danny thinks the thing has decided to stop. Or, maybe, hopefully, he succeeded in taking back control of his own body.

Alas, it’s a short-lived moment, jeans roughly pulled down over sharp hips. 

Relax, Daniel.

“Go to hell, fucking- shit!”

Hate. Hate is what’s burning through him as his own fingers seek out his rim, breaching the tight ring of muscle with no warning or prep. Hate and nothing else. Nothing that would make his cock jump to attention, nothing that would make a fat bead of precum swell at his tip. 

So stressed, poor little vessel. 

“Not a - ah - a, a vessel.” God, he hates himself for moaning. It’s not his fault, his body reacting as another finger is forced into him, but that doesn’t stop the shame burning across his face. 

Especially not when that spot is hit inside him, that bundle of nerves that makes his whole body light up in pleasure. 

Danny doesn’t think, partly him and partly the entity forcing thoughts from his head. If he doesn't think, he won’t have to face the fact that he’s hiking his leg up, giving better access for the fingers pressing inside him. He won’t have to think of the small sounds leaving his throat, the whimpers and whines that make his ears burn. 

When was the last time he was touched like this? Some dirty-mouthed redhead with bright eyes and a wicked tongue. There had been laughter then, hot kisses on his neck and a rough hand between his legs. Strong thighs pressed to his sides as a tight heat devoured his cock, sucking hickies to their broad chest. If Danny just closed his eyes, he could almost believe he was back in that field, back pressed into soft grass and with a firecracker of a one-night stand instead of…of…here, getting fucked on his own fingers in a run-down motel by some backstabbing bastard. 

Fingers moving inside him, fingers targeting his prostate with a seeming laser focus, teasing his chest, he can’t help but let his head fall back against the headboard with a dull thud. He must look a mess, panting pathetically, sharp teeth stained red from his attempts to silence himself by biting into his bottom lip or the inside of his cheek. Too much red. Too much blood. The cuts on his right side, stretching from his hip to shoulder, burn. The being that meshed their soul with his feeding off his blood, making him writhe even more as pain laces together with the pleasure thrumming through him. 

The hand on his chest migrates, nails dragging, until it finds the edge of the cuts, the intricate fucking symbol that ties him to whatever that fucking entity is. It’s almost gentle, loving, the way it touches the mark. Really, if he just let himself enjoy it, if he just pictured that redhead instead-

Danny screams as his fingers press into the cut, digging into his side and alighting every nerve with blinding white pain.

Stay with me, Daniel.

It presses down on his prostate, moving in tandem with the fingers digging into his side. Danny’s eyes go wide, mouth agape as all his senses are overwhelmed at once. It’s a blinding mixture, pain and pleasure coursing through him in waves. Tears well in his eyes, quickly slipping free and streaking down his cheeks. As the entity pushes him closer to the edge, tortures him by prying open the marks on his side, it gains an even greater foothold in him. Eyes shifting, turning from a deep brown to purple, the whites going gray than black. If he were capable of any thought at the moment, he’d worry about the horns sprouting, getting stuck in that form and being unable to make it subside. Or, maybe he’d worry about the tingling at the base of his spine, the itching that would surely sprout a tail. 

He can’t though. There’s not a thought in Danny’s head that isn’t about the force inside him. The one controlling his hands, the one fucking him open and ripping him apart at the same time.

It takes a monumental effort, but, eventually, Danny’s voice returns enough for him to get out a broken “Please.” 

Please?

It’s a leading question, one that demands Danny answer but he’s already lost his ability to speak again, head lolling to the side, tongue hanging past his lips. His tongue stud glints in the dim light of the room, drool dripping softly to the sheets below as his body is pulled from one extreme to the other. Well and truly lost, cum leaks freely down his cock, pooling under his ass and staining the sheets. 

He wouldn’t know how to answer anyway. 'Please stop?' ‘Please more?’ 'Please let me cum?' All were equally viable answers. All were begging, deferring to the entity. That was enough for it to decide to let the human rest. 

Danny’s eyes roll back, a silent cry trapped in his throat as he cums, cock untouched, painting his stomach and chest with white. Blood from his side mixes with the tacky substance, staining his skin pink. 

The moment he cums, everything stops. The pain in his side recedes, the fingers abusing his hole slide out. He lays limp, dark hair matted to his face with sweat, chest heaving, jacket hanging loose from his shoulders. Dimly, Danny becomes aware of himself enough to close his mouth, idly wiping the drool and blood off his chin. He can’t stop a groan from slipping free as he shifts to lie down, trying to get comfortable in his now damp sheets. 

Goodnight, little vessel. Sleep well.

“Fuck you,” he mumbles back, even as he settles down into a deep, dreamless sleep. 

#quiet ocs #danny #danny the possessed

[artofchira]

4. Fav character/subject that’s a bitch to draw: I'd love the follow up of this if you have time, I understand so clearly!! Love to hear your experience!

Sure. For context, the follow up explanation will be to the response I answered HERE.

To expand on it, my process with drawing characters has less to do with how they visually look like and more with understanding who they are. My goal in drawing a character at any given moment is for you, the viewer, to look at them and feel like you know what they're thinking and what they're feeling. Appearances and visual details are merely supporting paragraphs to that as a thesis in my view.

Normally, character designs and personalities that shine through them come to me as fully formed out of my head as Athena did out of Zeus'. I tend to know who I'm drawing pretty clearly, to the point I feel like drawing them out is more a formality and doesn't feel very creative at all. I very rarely go through iterations to settle on a character design, and the times when I do it's because of something important about them remains opaque.

So with that said, I feel it's obvious that I vibe really well with dramatic or expressive characters, because they're focused on projecting an intent outward, and the characters I have trouble getting the hang of are ones who are so secretive, private, or double-dealing. It becomes difficult to thread the needle of understanding their headspaces and where they're coming from, and more importantly how to portray that enigma visually so the viewer can intuit the contradictions.

As for which characters, to date Luca Valentino (Sfeer Theory) and Jimmy Wonder (Small Town Witch) are the two that gave me the most trouble for me to 'click' with.

(Of course they're both canonically Gemini, so go figure right lol)

LUCA - It took about halfway through the first chapter before I started vibing with Luca properly. Luca being an unreliable narrator wasn't as much of an issue, what made him difficult for me (at the time) was simply my own lack of relatability to someone who could be that passive-aggressive and timid about their own ambitions and passion, which Luca has a lot of. Even on my best days, I'm bullheaded, ambitious, arrogantly confident in my entitlement to accomplishing my goals, and extremely irreverent to obstacles and people who attempt to block me from it -- charming, I know. So in my young and immature days I was far more obnoxious. Luca acquiescing his determination was easily frustrating to me at the time. lol readers of the comic can already probably see in personality I'm closer to Balzac, and unsurprisingly Balzac is graceless with connecting with Luca for the same reasons. Luca became extremely easy when I stopped being obnoxious about asking 'why are you like this' whenever I drew him, which poetically is similar to how Balzac bonds with him.

JIMMY - Honestly the entirety of the main trio for Small Town Witch was a bitch and a half because they're all infuriatingly smug duplicitous assholes who start their mornings off with a nice hot cup of hubris. Buuuut in a hierarchy from most bitch to least bitch it'd be: Jimmy Wonder (as previously stated), Vincent Byrde, and Kitty Lovelace. Jimmy is the top of the list because of the three he's the most facetious, but at the same time most genuine. Tricky contradiction, that. He considers himself honest despite never speaking honestly, and in some ways he's right and other ways he's wrong. A lot of my trouble drawing the book was trying to make sense of drawing this fucker because for the longest time his faces never turned out right, which was maddening when facial expressions are kind of my bread and butter. I don't remember when it happened but I had the epiphany one day that the reason his faces drove me crazy with frustration was because his expressions were always lies and it's not possible to read his thoughts through his expressions. Don't get me wrong, Jimmy does have sincere faces occasionally, but those occasions never come up in the book. (I look forward to one day getting to those tho) So when I actually thought about it the thing that came clear to me without hesitation were his hands. You can tell exactly what's going on in his mind and how he's strategizing based on what his hands are doing or how they're sitting. Once I noticed that, I flipped the process and I always drew him from the hands first, his face was always the last thing I drafted because it was the least important thing about him. As for the other two protags -- Vincent was troublesome only in the early parts of his design, I could never draw him looking the same successfully for about a year, and then @moonsheen and I unlocked the achievement of his backstory (which he was extremely guarded about) and he became an open book to me after that. The only trouble I had with Kitty had to do with her leaning hard into what people expect of her. She's a pretty genuine person but she exploits being underestimated constantly, and I had to be careful about not buying into what she plays up and keep a firm eye on who she really is moment to moment.

As for other examples... easily the biggest ones involve Libertus Rubedo. I have a LOT I can say about Lesley and Daiki, but I don't think I can type out my behind the scene thoughts here yet. There's actually big announcement for it in the works regarding the story coming up so I'll circle back here once that drops and I can share context of what the evolution of those characters were like.

Hope that's interesting! Feel free to spam any follow-up questions.

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(Already Answered Questions)

#ask box answers #weirdly specific artist ask game

[dangerous-advantage]

(yagi-no-eda here~)

Totally would circle back /pos. I’m also pretty new to the fandom!

My wife has liked Usagi Yojimbo and associated stuff for years but it’s only this summer that my brain has allowed me to really get into it, and make it past the first 2-3 comics. Not for lack of trying - it was just never the right time in an ADHD way*. Something always would distract me. I’ve inhaled all the comics I can in just the last couple of months and yeah, Stan came at me with a steel chair too. I did not expect …this whole situation. I’ve been a fandom lurker since 1999 and yet suddenly I have blog I use near daily, a sketchbook, and bunch of fic WIPS...

Mainly because I am Unwell over UY.

I have accepted my fate. This is always going to be a Thing now.

Though I did admittedly also inhale TMNT 2003 and Rise.

Travels with Jotaro is one of my favourite volumes, but I’m also weirdly into Bridge of Death rn and just….in general having a moment over Usagi’s time with Mifune. To the point I’m doodling intros for a fake show called The Mifune Years. He had this whole expected future and friends - denied.

* to be fair this is also the summer I found out its def ADHD driving this media analysis machine I call a brain

Hope this was an okay way to get back to you! /lil anxious

Feel free to network (or share thoughts) in my tags anytime, I love hearing what other people think. Also happy to chat anytime. Or feel free to tell me to back off and that's chill too :)

(been waiting to answer this for when i had more time but gave in; should be working on my fic(s) but you know how it is lmao. stay tuned for a very long post, because i love talking about things with people, especially things i like haha

very cool to see another person very passionate about this series! i grew up on 2003 (and the 90's movies-- my parents had the third one on cassette and i remember i wore that fucker out lmao) but it was always more of a "scattered interest" rather than something i was fully pulled into

i started getting into rise (read: The Algorithm came for me) probably mid-July of last year, but didn't fully fall into it until after the movie came out. it renewed my interest in tmnt overall, and i've been here ever since!

i did attempt to watch the usagi chronicles a couple of times, and i remember thinking they were fun but not really my thing. (i definitely want to revisit it, even though i know it won't hold a candle to usagi yojimbo. it does look fun in a silly way, which i can get behind.)

i knew vaguely about how big usagi yojimbo was, and that it was a commitment, but i'm surprised how quickly it sucked me in. i've never been super interested in stuff within the genre, but damn if it doesn't satisfy the autism. entire chapters devoted to infodumping about the edo period of japan? sign me the fuck up!

i especially did not expect how much it would make me feel. like. wow. ouch. usagi is just Some Guy but he is also so well characterized and you really feel for his internal conflict, 10/10.

i've been looking for series with older protagonists, especially those more focused on the familial/platonic aspect rather than romantic (i am just an nd queer on the interweb, can you blame me for yearning for found family?), but hadn't found any i really liked other than the tarot sequence by kd edwards (very good read, would highly recommend.)

also not to be a nerd but ohhhh my god i am so obsessed with the plot with mifune.

like i know the series takes place after that, and after the fallout of that, but just. wow. imagine devoting your entire being to another, to the point where you would readily die for them and their word, and then they die. they die, and you did everything you could to honor them in that death, but they're still gone.

like... that emptiness stays with you. you don't just get over that. maybe it's the "being raised in a cult" but wow, do i empathize with that.

idk if we explore more about the fallout/exact history with mifune/immediately following mifune's death but there is so much writing potential there. if i was not embroiled within turtle hell and 50,000 words deep in a multi-chapter fic already, i would absolutely write something for it.

like. this is adjacent to your interest in the topic, but can you just imagine (/rhetorical /general you.) as far as we know, he spent five days on the battlefield before he made it out to the tangled skein.

(which is one of my favorite additions like good god holy shit. that is so cool and angsty. your lord, days after dying, appears as a fucking ghost and saves you. like, if i were to be silly and funky, i would absolutely headcanon that as the reason that he was able to stand up and continue on. because i mean... what else? what else could motivate you to stand up once more after something like that?)

(well. honor. but mifune is the physical manifestation of honor in the narrative, so same difference? it's like both thematically significant and emotionally significant and-- ok im shutting up now. but i could talk for days, istg.)

but like. how do you reconstruct yourself from that? we see him holding tight to this sense of honor, even after his lord is gone, sent reeling (adrift in the waves) with only his soul and moral compass to hold to.

which makes it hurt so much more when we see these ideals of honor-- this ghost of a man, of a life, still haunting him years after the event-- still woven through the narrative, made to specifically conflict his deepest wants.

i joke about it a lot on my fic discord (i have a whole channel called 'father-material' devoted to just pictures of him hanging out with/taking care of kids), but something that seems very important to him is wanting to be a father figure, and wanting these connections to family and friends.

but that is contrasted against these ideas of honor, the very thing he built and rebuilt his foundation off of after it was torn away from him. and it's just so incredibly painful but also it makes sense, because he can't just give up the side of himself that is a samurai. too much of his person, his characterization, is built off of this.

to see it constantly clash with this want to settle down and finally rest, devote himself to his relationships/family rather than the code of bushido-- the very essence of honor itself-- ourgh ourgh ourgh its so good

(put aside the fact that he once said he could never serve another lord, and we know from the story that the idea of a "lord" can be more than just a person... he never stopped serving mifune, not truly. he still upholds the ideas of honor that mifune stood for/represented. as if his lord never truly left him.)

...i was going to say more, but then i realized this turned into a whole-ass mini-analysis, so i'm forcing myself to stfu. but basically: i have feelings about this series, man (/gender neutral).

anyway. if you ever do put something together, i would love to read/follow it! if i ever wrote something, it would probably be exploring the direct fallout of losing mifune, so hey, different niches but similar (:

also: never be anxious about talking to me ever in any way possible. i will probably be even more annoying than you in tags/asks/everything under the sun, and i do genuinely love talking to people who share my interests (typically about those interests.) i like to pretend i am an internet Cool Guy, however, it is a flimsy veneer to hide all the cringefail swaglessness and unending mental illness about my blorbos

(...i am so tempted to just invite you to my og turtle discord server so i can annoy you about usagi on the regular. also about what my reimagining of yuichi would be, because i have so, so many ideas.

i will refrain, but if you would be interested, it has been kinda dead as of late, so it would be nice to enrich the ecosystem a little by slowly collecting other usagi-interested individuals and slowly taking it over, one by one (/j /lh).)

anyway, same thing goes for me with my posts/asks/reblogs/messages/whatever. i am so very earnest, so if that puts you off, that's very chill and fine. however, as long as you're down to vibe, i am similarly down to vibe >:D

i once more apologize for this monstrosity of a reply. i would say it won't happen again, but my reading comprehension apparently does not extend to the "all things in moderation" maxim. instead i choose maximalism (to the max)

(sorry for that joke. yeah that will also happen again. sorry. /lh /pos)

#confessionals #i love my moots #many-wings #@many-wings #usagi yojimbo #uy #miyamoto usagi #long post #tw long post #thank you for the ask!! #i could talk about this stuff forever haha #also congrats on the realization/diagnosis!! #(: #i hope this was all coherent #(i am a bit mentally unwell about this series if you somehow couldn't tell /lh) #you do not know how much i have wanted to scream about this to someone. you *do not know.* /pos #i love all my moots but they are not aware of how much space uy takes up in my brain constantly all the time #usagi yojimbo analysis #miyamoto usagi analysis #(feel like i should tag it as that haha) #i know i know i know i should be working on 'it was futile' but this has inspired me to do that quick uy analysis post i was thinking about #so look out for that (usagi be upon ye) #oh hey that's a good uy tag. mine now #usagi be upon ye #also you reminded me i wanted to make an uy sideblog. i never make side blogs but very few of my moots are into uy as well #so i might as well contain it elsewhere /lh #the name i wanted is gone but it's fine i can work with it

[barclaysangel]

The Wheelers' Reunion (Chucky season 2 rewrite fic, drabble 4/4)

Here is the fourth drabble! This is one of my favorites because I've kept it a big secret how Jake and Junior's reunion would go down. I'd prefer it if you read them in the order they are posted. PLEASE leave notes and comment what you think because comments help fuel our motivation since @streets-in-paradise and I worked on this AU together and one day, the fic will finally be written!

Thank you and enjoy! :)

Word count: 1.7K

Junior adjusted the tie around his neck for the tenth time, wanting desperately to rip that shit off. He always hated how it felt, like it was choking him. The last time he had worn a tie was at his mother’s— 

No. Don’t think about that. Stay focused, you idiot. He told himself while taking a deep breath and regained his composure, letting go of his tie and kept walking forward. 

Junior’s eyes kept wandering, trying to catch a glimpse of a three foot ginger doll. He was armed to the teeth, a gun in the hidden pocket of his blazer along with a dagger and a butcher knife, but he needed to be aware of everything. He wouldn’t be caught off guard, even though he wasn’t alone in the hallway. 

He made a mental note of everything and everyone surrounding home to the point where it was tedious. Nun, student, portrait, another student, another nun, Jake, another portrait, yet another nun—

Wait a minute…

He quickly looked back over and his eyes met Jake’s eyes across the hallway. Junior halted in his steps, neither of them moving and they both just stared. 

Jake looked taller, maybe by an inch or two. His curls were shorter too, he must’ve cut his hair over the last year. Speaking of cuts, there were a few on his face, possibly from the fucker that ruined their lives. But all in all, he still looked like his cousin that he grew up with. 

Well, until Junior burned that bridge when they were kids. But he still saw him nearly everyday after that. They were always in each other’s lives, whether they liked it or not. 

God, there were so many things he wanted to say, wanted to apologize for, but he didn’t have the time for that. 

A part of Junior wondered if Jake even recognized him. It had been almost a year and he was now sporting a more ‘wilderness-like’ hairstyle that Lexy called it, but judging from how his cousin’s eyes were nearly bulging out of their sockets and how pale he turned, he figured that Jake still recognized his asshole cousin. 

Finally, after a full thirty seconds of staring, Junior nudged his head to the side slightly to gesture for Jake to follow him and then entered into the room beside him. It was a library, filled with books but he assumed that most of them were bibles. 

Fun. 

He didn’t turn around to see if his cousin was behind him but after a few moments, he recognized his footsteps and turned to fully face him. 

“Hi Jake.” Junior said, trying to sound as casual as he could to not concern Jake. 

That didn’t work, because Jake looked like he was about to have a heart attack. “This-this isn’t real, this isn’t fucking real…” 

Oh boy…this might be more difficult than he thought. 

“This is very real, Jake, just take a breather and calm down…” 

“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down!” Jake snapped, taking a step away from him and then a step forward. “Who the fuck are you, huh? Is that you, Chucky? Possessing my dead cousin?!” 

“Wait, can Chucky possess a corpse?” Junior mused out loud before quickly shaking his head. “No, not the time—listen, Jake, I’m not Chucky. I’m me. This is me. I’m not dead, possessed, or a ghost. I’m real. I’m Junior.” 

Jake still didn’t look like he believed, and instead looked like he was five seconds away from throwing a bible at him. “Oh my god, first a priest that looks like my father and uncle, now a someone that looks like my cousin and pretending to be him…” 

“Oh yeah, I heard about that and fuck, I really do not want to meet him.” Junior once again spoke aloud at the mention of the priest that looked like their fathers, sending a shiver down his spine. But seeing that this wasn’t calming down Jake in the slightest, he had to quickly start thinking before an idea came to him. 

“When we were kids, we used to steal food from my kitchen!” Junior blurted out quickly. “You-you used to be the lookout because you sucked at being stealthy,” he chuckled fondly at the memory he hadn’t thought of in so long, “and I would shove as much food as I could under my shirt and we would both run. Run all the way back to my room. Our moms always knew what we did but they never did anything to stop us. They just let us pretend we were ninjas.” 

As he spoke, he could see Jake slowly becoming aware, recognition and then melancholy shining in his eyes. 

“I…I never told anyone about what we used to do,” Junior began speaking slowly, “not even Devon. No one on this earth would know about our ‘missions’. No one. And especially not Chucky.” He met his cousin’s eyes again, even taking a step forward. “I’m alive, Jake.” 

Jake blinked a few times as it slowly began to dawn on him that he was telling the truth. “Oh my god…” 

“Yeah, oh my god…” 

“Oh. My. God.” 

“Okay, we need to figure out how to get you the hell out of here, we don’t have time for this.” Junior spoke, about to turn away to leave the library but his cousin’s intense stare made him stay. 

“This whole time…you’ve been alive?” He spoke slowly, his voice barely staying even through contained rage. “This…whole…time?” 

Junior paused briefly. “Look, Jake, I know you have a lot of questions right now and I promise I’ll answer them, but we really need—!” 

“You’ve been alive for a year and you never told anyone?” Jake practically snarled out his next sentence. 

He didn’t say anything for a few seconds before smiling sheepishly. “…yes?” He said as cautiously as he could. 

For a long moment, no one said or did anything. His cousin just continued to stare daggers deep into his soul, making him shift uncomfortably from one foot onto the other. 

Suddenly, before he could blink, Jake’s fist connected with Junior’s nose. 

“OH FUCK!” He yelled out loud and stumbled backward, nearly hitting a bookshelf with both of his hands clasped over his nose. Junior could feel warm blood starting to leak out of his nostrils and his eyes watering from the impact. 

“You son of a bi—!” Junior started angrily before pausing so he didn’t murder his cousin and taking a deep breath, “…okay, I had that coming. I deserved that. I won’t punch you back because I did punch you first at my mom’s wake a year ago. So…are we even now?” 

Jake was still glaring at him but the glare had softened by now, one hand clutching onto his fist before he finally nodded. “Yeah…yeah, we’re even.” 

“Good.” He nodded then groaned, tilting his head upward to try and stop the bleeding. 

“No, don’t do that, you’re supposed to tilt your head forward, not back.”

“Well, thank you for your wonderful advice, Muhammad Ali!” Junior sneered as sarcastically as he could but listened to his cousin, moving his head forward and watched a couple drops of blood stain his white shirt. 

He could feel Jake staring at him. “Even after a year, you’re still being an asshole?” He asked almost rhetorically. 

“You punched me in the face, you’re not going to see my nice side right now!” Junior snapped back, looking up to narrow his eyes at Jake. “If you broke my nose, I’ll break your leg, fucker!” 

“I didn’t break your nose.” Jake said with a straight face, seemingly unfazed by his cousin’s threat. “Pinch your nostrils shut for a few minutes, that should stop the bleeding.” 

He was still scowling but once again listened to Jake, using two fingers to pinch his nostrils shut and huffed under his breath. 

Neither of the cousins said anything for a solid minute, just staring intensely at one another until Jake broke the silence. “I’m sorry for punching you,” he apologized, “but you have to understand that I thought everyone in my family was dead for a year. Even after everything between us, I still didn’t want you to be dead. But then I find out you’ve been alive this whole time and never told us. So you can’t blame me for getting upset.” 

“I can understand that, but you also have to understand why I didn’t let any of you guys know I was alive,” Junior started, his voice almost nasally from pinching his nostrils shut, “I did…horrible things. To everyone. Especially you. So I just…I convinced myself that you all were better off believing that I was six feet under and would live the rest of your lives in peace.” 

“You thought it was better to believe you were dead?!” Jake exclaimed and moved his arm back, making Junior immediately take several steps back and hold a hand out. 

“No no no no no no no! Don’t you dare hit me again! If you hit me again, our truce is off and we can have a full blown brawl right here in a fucking library!” He shouted, glaring at Jake until the latter finally put his arm back down. 

Junior sighed and ran a hand through his long hair, his other hand still on his nose. “My god. Look, I get you guys having very strong and aggressive reactions to me being alive, but at least Lexy and Devon didn’t physically assault me!” 

“Wait, Lexy and Devon? You’ve seen them?” Jake asked in surprise. 

“Yeah, how do you think we got here? Did you really think we decided to come to a catholic boarding school for fun?” Junior asked in sarcasm. 

“We?” 

“Me and Andy.” 

“Andy Barclay?! He’s alive too?!” Jake almost shouted, looking even more shocked than before. 

“Is there another Andy you know that would want to help kill a redhead doll?” He questioned with a slight attitude, which earned a glare from his cousin and sighed. “Look, I know I have so much I need to explain and apologize for. I swear I will do it, but right now, we need to make a plan to kill Chucky and get you out of here. I know I’m asking you for a lot…but can you trust me? Just this once?” 

Jake didn’t say anything, staring at his cousin to see if he was genuine before finally nodding. “Okay. I trust you.” 

Junior smiled slightly in relief. “Good, let’s go.”

#Luna talks #admin #Chucky #Chucky 2021 #Child's Play #Junior Wheeler #Jake Wheeler #chaos cousins #Chucky season 2 rewrite fic #Chucky drabble

[bippot]

Summary: While Peacemaker was in prison, Vigilante made another friend and she had a much lovelier voice than Chris did. After a takedown, Adrian can't quite get his thoughts off her.

Ps. Both Doctor Freak and Snowflame are actually DC villains for some weird reason. They're such dumb concepts. I love them.

Tags: Heroes & Heroines, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Canon-Typical Violence, Drug Use, Bad Flirting, Peacemaker is an butthead

Song Recommendation: Killer by The Hoosiers

Peacemaker, Adrian Chase Masterlist - here

Button. That was Y/N's hero name. She didn't pick it. God no. The news did. In their defence, it did make sense. She left a little circular button pin type thing on each body she injured. Each button would have the crime they committed in bubble letters across the centre.

In her mind, it was so people would know what sins the person had committed. At first, she did think about branding them but that meant that she'd have to carry around something with fire and all of the pokers. That was too much to carry and would encumber her further. Her hero uniform was not equipped with many pockets. Two small ones on her skin tight kevlar two piece and four on her hooded knee length black coat.

For a while, Button and Vigilante had worked together quite well. Admittedly, their tactics were a little different. Vigilante would rush in and attack without thinking it through. He would go with the flow of the fight. That's probably why he got injured so much. Button would survey the situation and try to pick enemies off from a distance before engaging in hand to hand combat.

That's not to say she didn't enjoy fighting alongside him. She did. He was fun. Cocky. Spoke a little like a fuckboy. Totally dumb. But fun.

"Hey, Vee, there's two by the door if you want to fuck them up," she spoke through comms, one eye looking through the telescopic sight of her rifle.

"On my way," he responded. "You know, if you're free afterwards, I'd love to fuck you up too in a different way. A sexy way, if you know what I mean."

Jokingly, she retorted, making sure her voice was dripping with sarcasm, "No. I have no idea what you mean."

"My Wednesday night is totally free and I'd love to fill it up with you. Or, I guess, fill you up with me."

"Just beat these guys up."

Vigilante had a little scuffle with the criminals. Somehow he appeared behind them and tapped the one on the shoulder, waving as #1 turned around. In a cheerful voice, he informed them, "Hey. Did you know that there's a 1-in-3 chance the police will never identify your killer if you're murdered in the US."

The two looked confused for a moment before Vigilante punched #2 in the face then swiped his leg out and got #1 in the stomach. The stomach punch would take more time to recover from so Vigilante focused on #2, getting him by the neck and slamming him against the wall.

As #2 hit the wall, he let out a pained groan. Vigilante gave a small chuckle before repeating the action over and over. "You really should be careful about head injuries. They suck!" He teased.

His attention was fully on #2. So much that he forgot #1 existed. The criminal took a knife off the back of his waistband and raised it ready to stab Vigilante in the shoulder. But, what #1 didn't know was that Vig had back up. Button immediately lined up the shot and shot #1 in the crotch. He let out a whelp and fell backwards.

"Ha ha! You fucker," Vigilante yelled in triumph, turning around and watching as the criminal writhed in pain on the floor. "Nice shot, sugar tits."

She gave him a salute from where she was positioned, but due to his visor, she had no idea whether he saw or not. Still, she couldn't fault him for not giving away his identity as she did the same. Her face was hidden by a bespoke, silver mask that covered all but her left eye and cheek. She placed a pair of prescription steampunk goggles over it because she couldn't see anything else. It's hard having bad eyesight.

Whilst she waited for him to finish messing with the thugs, she sang a little song to herself. It passed the time and Vig never seemed to mind.

🎵 I hate my work, but I'm in control

I'm fearless now, but it cost my soul

Save yourselves, the moon is full

Under its power, gravitational pull 🎵

He liked her voice. It was a nice change of pace from the grunting, growling henchmen that he fought. If he was being totally honest, he often prolonged his fights so she'd get bored and start singing to herself. That was one of the things that he loved most about teaming up with her.

🎵 Blood red lips, they shake like leaves

You're flesh and blood, but what's underneath? 🎵

Peacemaker's voice wasn't as lovely as Y/N's.

After finishing with the thugs, Vigilante gestured for her to join him. She was by his side in minutes, still singing as she slung her gun on her back and made her way down from her vantage point.

🎵Don't turn out the lights

Kiss yourself goodnight cause there's a killer

And he's coming after you

Kiss yourself goodnight, tonight

Cause there's a killer and he's coming after you🎵

Adrian swayed his head to her melody and got annoyed when she went quiet as they stalked further into the building. "Why'd you stop?"

"Sneaking in is going to be difficult if I keep on singing, dumbass," she explained, taking her pistol out of its holster and twisting a silencer onto the barrel. "And for all we know, there are more guards inside."

"There are no more guards inside," he responded. She gave him a playful kick in the shin, which caused him to yelp. Immediately, they heard the shuffling of other sets of feet. "Brains and tits. Who knew?"

More flirting was about to happen. He could feel it in the depths of his balls.

"Why so sexist, baby?" She teased, winking, which was stupid because he probably couldn't tell behind her goggles.

Underneath his mask, his cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson. Mostly from her calling him 'baby', but also because he was mentally cursing himself for being a bad feminist.

Instead of going back on his comment, he retorted, "I think you mean sexy not sexist? I can see the little thought bubble above your head that says 'Wow, Vigilante is so sexy. I wish his face was stuffed between my thighs right now'. That's totally what you're thinking, baby cakes."

Eating her out. Awesome. Now she was thinking about it.

Chuckling, she leant towards him and forcefully turned his head to look at her. "Hot stuff, I'd choke you out before you even got down there."

Choking. Cool. Now he was thinking about that.

Safe to say that both of them were distracted.

There were slow, heavy steps coming down the stairs, and neither of them noticed until it was too late. They stood in a doorway mercilessly teasing each other and only stopped when a voice shouted, "Cocaine is my God - and I am the human instrument of its will!" Fuck. It was Snowflame. He was high as shit and unloading an uzi wildly into the room.

Nobody knew how he got his superpowers from the substance. Snowflake believed it was because he worshipped cocaine and, therefore, his innate belief gave him superhuman strength and speed. Hey, at least he wasn't on actual speed. Maybe he was.

Noticing before she did, Vigilante pushed Button behind the wall next to the door, pressing his body firmly against hers. Looking down at her, he flirted, "Hey, come here often?"

She pushed him off her and reared around the wall, shooting in the general direction she heard the voice, replying as she shot, "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

"Both."

Clearly, she had hit someone as they let out a cry of pain and they heard as a body hit the ground. It wasn't Snowflame. She could tell. The scream wasn't manic sounding enough.

"Are you going to help me or not?" She asked, trying to urge Vigilante to start Vigilanting. He nodded as if had forgotten what they were here to do in the first place and ran to the other side of the door, shooting as he got a line of sight and taking down two more people.

"Four henchmen remaining. One coked up asshole."

"The hostages?"

"Can't see them."

Before either of them could react, Snowflame was in front of Vigilante, his white and red suit covered in powder. Holy shit, he was fast. "Do you have a moment to talk about my lord and saviour the Big C?"

"The only blow I want is my dick sucked, so fuck off!" Vig yelled as he brought his fist to Snowflame's dick. The cokehead clutched his junk with one hand and tried to aim at Vigilante's head with his uzi hand.

Snowflame's gun was out of bullets. He had wasted them aimlessly shooting into his storage room. The stacks of packaged coke burst open, getting Snowflame way more high than he already was (if that's possible).

Button moved inside the room, ducking behind a stack of blow, using it as cover from the henchmen's fire. Multiple bullets hit the pouches, causing it to look as if it were snowing. Snowing illegal drugs. The way her mask was shaped meant that her left nostril was exposed. Her little back and forth with Vigilante had thrown her off her usual rhythm and she didn't think about what happens when you breathe in cocaine.

Filled with a new sense of confidence, Y/N peaked her head around her cover and began singing again. Why not? There obviously was no better time.

🎵 It's alright to scream

I'm screaming too,

Why'd you think I do these things I do?

For shadows haunted me like ghosts,

So I became what I feared the most 🎵

As Button was having the time of her life recklessly shooting at the henchmen, Vigilante was busy. Busy trying to fight Snowflame, who used his speed every time his opponent tried to punch, moving out of the way just in time for Vig to completely miss.

'What are the limitations of drugs?', Adrian thought. Addiction was the obvious answer. But, that wasn't the one Adrian went for. Paranoia. That's easier to fuck with.

"Hey, sweet cheeks, did I tell you that Batman said he was travelling to Evergreen when I spoke to him on the phone the other day?"

Yelling back, she excitedly exclaimed, "That's so cool. Totally going to steal one of his batarangs." Then started singing again.

🎵 I conduct fear like electricity

A man made monstrosity 🎵

"Batman is here?" Snowflame mumbled to himself, completely slowing down, his uzi falling from his hands. "Batman... is here... and he's going to kill me."

Awesome. Snowflame was in one spot so Vigilante could suckerpunch him in the throat. With a grunt, the coke head fell backwards, his hands flailing above his head in surrender. Vigilante stood on his wrists and aimed his gun at the villain's head. "Where are the hostages?"

"Hostages?" Snowflame coughed, blood dripping from his mouth. "There... were no hostages."

"Bullshit."

"I swear to you, there were no hostages!" Vigilante changed where his gun was pointing and he removed his foot for a moment, shooting off one of Snowflame's fingers as a warning. "Snowflame doesn't have any hostages. Only prisoners. Only Doctor Freak. Gave me bad LSD last Tuesday."

"Doctor Freak?"

For fucks sake. So they killed these people for no reason. Well, they were still criminals and that was enough for Vigilante. He shrugged and shot Snowflame between the eyes. That was one problem solved.

Inside the room, Button had easily shot three of the henchmen then dropped her gun. She wanted a challenge and she left the beefiest guy for last. She had even waited for him to run out of bullets, which didn't take long since he was using a shotgun.

As he was reloading, she ran up and smacked the bullets from his hand, engaging in hand to hand combat. Her first punch landed on his stomach, but he didn't budge. Shit.

Weakly, she tried to think of the next lines of the song she was singing. Nope. Couldn't remember them.

Backing up slowly, she grabbed a handful of powder and blew it into his face, quickly circling the stack so she could sneak attack him from behind. She jumped onto the beefy criminals back and mercilessly pummeled her fists into his head.

Reaching back, the brickshit house grabbed ahold of her neck and flipped her over his shoulder, letting her harshly land on the ground with a thump. Owch. To add to the discomfort, the guy roughly brought his first to her mouth, breaking part of her mask off.

Basically, now it was just a simple half mask. That would be enough for anyone to get a clear picture of what she looked like.

"Awfully handsy, big boy," she teased, spitting some blood out and swiping his legs out from under him. Currently they were both on the floor. "Love the taste of blood on a peaceful Wednesday night. Or is it Thursday morning by now? I haven't got the time. Do you?"

The issue with a lot of muscle mass is speed. Y/N was first to her feet and reached to the back of her belt hoping for her hand to land on the knife she kept there. It wasn't.

"Oh fuck."

It had dislodged itself when she was thrown to the ground. Beefy boy found it as soon as he was up from prone and took a slash. The first missed as she dodge out of the way. So did the second. The third? The third hit her in the shoulder causing a deep gash to be visible through her uniform.

Cocaine is not a painkiller. But it does hype you up. It's euphoric. At this moment, she did not care about her injury. She mostly cared that she couldn't remember the lyrics to her song. It hadn't been finished and that was the problem.

"Hey, Vig, chuck me a knife!"

Vigilante was done with his fight. What the hell was she doing? He was supposed to be the idiotic one. Not even bothering to humour her, he simply shot beefy boy in the head and made his way to her.

"How does the song end? A man made... monstrosity." She tried her hardest as he got in her face. Vigilante took her head in his hands to survey her eyeballs. Dilated to shit. Either she was in love with him or high on blow. "Something about a light. The next line is something about a light."

"You're off your fucking face!" He laughed and slapped her lightly on the cheek. "You're fucked up."

That was the moment that he realised her mask. He'd never seen her lips before. Well, half of her lips. They were...they were...nope. No. Not going there. A man could get a heart attack from thinking about it.

"Don't worry, Butt," he softly said, using the nickname that she hated the most. He had no idea why he was still cradling her cheeks. Probably should stop doing that. "I've got you. I won't kill you for drug consumption. It is a misdemeanour, though so..."

"What are you going to do then? Punish me?"

Oh fuck. She was begging. The way her eyes were looking at him. Just looking at him. Arousal hit him like a wave. He had to take his hands away. Otherwise, he would have been tempted to touch her. So very tempted.

"Come on, let's see what this Doctor Freak looks like."

Without looking back, he made his way further into the building. She followed, muttering more about the goddamned Hoosiers song. "I've got it. It's 'Don't turn out the lights, kiss... kiss me? No. Kiss yourself. Kiss yourself goodnight. Kiss me goodnight? Me? Yourself? Themselves? Fuck. I don't know."

He wasn't listening to her. That would end badly. As soon as he heard the word 'kiss', he decided to count in his head. It was a trick he used for this kind of situation. It happened often. Once he was sure he wouldn't try anything, he stopped.

The pair made it to what they assumed was Snowflame's bedroom, mowing down henchmen that had no idea that their boss was dead at every corner. It was strange that he would want to sleep in one of his supply warehouses, but hey, nose candy can make you act a little weird.

Just ask Y/N. Her behaviour became more jumpy for the next half an hour. Everytime a bad guy would appear, she would lower her voice and joke, "I'm Batman," in the hopes that they would get scared and run away. It didn't work at all.

Snowflame's bedroom looked as if it was out of a really awful 80's porno. Hugh Heffner would have been proud. Everything was red silk and velvet with obvious incredibly gross stains. On the floor in front of the four poster bed was a John Lennon looking guy manacled to the bed. Was this Doctor Freak? The whole thing was... just weird. Were Snowflame and Doctor Freak together?

"Ooh kinky," she exclaimed, rushing in and kneeling in front of the man. "How hard was the fuck out of ten, good sir?"

"Button, shut up for five seconds." Oh, how the turntables.

She pouted and got up, moving behind Vigilante as he interrogated John Lennon. It was a short interrogation. All he asked was, "Are you Doctor Freak?" and when the guy nodded, he was shot. Twice.

"Viggy?"

"What?"

"Would you ever handcuff me to a bed?"

He hesitated, looking at her. "You're high." She took a step closer to him and he backed away. This was not good. He surveyed the scene. There was nothing of value. Great. It was time to leave. They would get out of the building, she'd go one way and he'd go the other.

Well, he'd probably forget everything before they paired up next, he told himself. Deep down, he knew that wasn't true. He would be thinking about this for a while.

Making their way out of the warehouse, she started to come down. Finally. And now she knew the end of the song. It was just the chorus again. Oh fuck. She was bleeding. She was bleeding a lot. He hadn't noticed because he was too busy trying not to look at her. And she was too fucked up to care.

"Do you have a first aid kit in your car?" She asked, sounding back to normal, which was a relief to him.

Turning to face her, he started to say, "Why, are you-" then saw how she was clutching her shoulder. "Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Why didn't you say? Come on."

Following him to the Vigilante-mobile, she sang the final bit of the song as they hurried.

🎵 Don't turn out the lights

Kiss yourself goodnight cause there's a killer

And he's coming after you

Kiss yourself goodnight, tonight

Cause there's a killer 🎵

A small grin spread across his face for a second listening to her voice once again before he remembered her cut. Reaching the car, which he had parked quite far away to be inconspicuous, he opened the door for her and sped back to his house. He didn't have a first aid kit in his car. He should. That would make nights like this a lot easier. But he didn't.

Button had never been to his apartment before. She hadn't seen his face, so obviously she'd never seen his home. What kind of weirdo shows someone their house before their face? Adrian Chase, that's who.

Ushering her inside and essentially pushing her down on his couch, he found the first aid kit and rifled through it for the correct shit. She checked out her injury. Couple of stitches and it would be fine. She said she could do it herself, but he insisted.

By the looks of it, he wouldn't be able to get a clear view to sew it up through her clothes, so she awkwardly took her jacket and top off, leaving her in just a bra. If only she had some of that cocaine confidence at this point.

Tonight, he had seen most of her. There was no point in the mask. While he knelt in front of her, she took her mask off. She trusted him to patch her up. And to see what she looked like.

Looking up, his eyes widened. "Oh."

"What?"

"You're- you're so beautiful." Was it his imagination, or did a blush streak up her cheeks and her entire body heat up?

"Very funny, Vee."

Step one for concentration: don't look at her face.

Step two: don't look at her tits.

Step three: don't listen as she groans out in pain.

Failing all three in record speed, she made a small whine as he poked the needle in and immediately his gaze moved up across from her shoulder to her breasts and up to her mouth, the origin of the sound. A small smile curved on his lips.

"What?" She repeated. He was acting so skittish and nervous.

"You just look so damn beautiful." He said it a little too sincerely. And the way his eyes were looking at her... She felt like melting. It was only a small gesture, but she let him take his time and look at her wherever he wanted, following his eyeline the entire time. Fuck. She still had an open wound. "I..uh, I better get back to, you know."

"Playing nurse."

Nodding, he carried on, humming to drown out her noises. It was over soon and he tilted up the pane of his visor to evaluate his work. It wasn't too shabby. Smiling (she could tell by the crinkles around his eyes), he gestured to his handwork and gazed up at her.

"Green."

"Huh?"

"I don't know why but I didn't expect your eyes to be green." She tilted her head, narrowing her eyes to really scan them. Her hand came up to his chin and slowly shifted his head from left to right, inspecting the parts of his face she could see. She wanted to memorise every detail before she lost it. Not because she wanted to know his identity, but because what she saw was lovely to look at. "They're pretty."

For a while, they just sat there in silence as he wrapped a bandage around her. It was nice. He was nice. And she was in no rush to leave.

"Do you want me to take my mask off?"

"Not if you don't want to. I'm okay with not knowing."

Did he want to take his mask off? What if she didn't like what she saw? But, and here's the kicker, what if she did? Yes. No. He had no idea how to respond. His mind was a mess. He didn't know if he should demask, ask her to leave, or go to town on this girl. He wanted to, but he didn't know if that was the best decision.

In the end, he decided to keep the mask on. That would be better for both of them, right?

A silence fell between them until she broke it, smiling as she leaned to the left, resting her head on his shoulder. "Thank you for taking care of me."

Now he really didn't know what to do. He wanted to keep her here. He could stay with her all night, and make her forget about her troubles. But, did she want to? Before he thought too hard about it, he comfortingly wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, his covered lips soon finding her forehead.

"Aw, Vig, don't tell me you've gone soft on me now," she teased, smiling up at him as his eyes softened.

"Say that again and I'll rip your brain out of your pussy."

"There he is. Don't think that is possible, but good luck trying." She leaned up and gave him a quick peck to the cheek. "I better get out of here before I find too much out about your life."

He knew he should let her go, but he couldn't. "At least stay for a beer or two."

"One beer."

Thank fuck."Deal." He smiled, his whole face warming up as he went to retrieve the drinks. He removed his gloves since it was incredibly difficult to unscrew the caps with them on, and handed one over to her. She accepted it with a smile. "For you, mademoiselle."

"Merci."

It was a quiet night. They drank and talked for a while. As she sipped, she took his bare hand and examined it. Every piece of skin he had shown tonight was fascinating to her. She traced the bones of his hand with her pointer so gently. He closed his eyes as she continued and it felt like every nerve ending in his body was singing.

When she was done, she looked up at him. He opened his eyes and tried to look casual, but there was no denying. She smiled widely, enjoying his obvious relaxation.

"You could always sleep here if you want. I'll take the couch. You take my bed. It'll be like a sleepover. Not that I went to any of them, so I'm just guessing."

Fuck. She didn't want to decline the offer. She really didn't. But, "I start my new job tomorrow. Got an early start. Yeah, can't be late on a first day."

"Oh. Yeah. Yeah, that's cool. Guess I'll see you when we patrol next," he mumbled out, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

Just before she was out of the door, she got up on her tippy toes and pressed her lips to where she assumed his were under the mask. "See you soon, Vee."

"You better, Butt."

The next day she started her new job. She got there on time and was shown around by her manager, learning the ropes in no time. She met a few of the workers and they seemed nice enough. After a few hours of running around like a chicken with her head cut off, she was finally able to take a break to sit down and get her wits about her.

And that's when Adrian's shift started. He made his way into the staff room and clocked in, noticing Button dressed up in a Fennel Fields uniform sat by the back door. As soon as he caught her eye, he gestured for her to follow him.

When they were outside and out of view, he pushed her against the wall, arm coming to her throat. "Did you follow me here?"

Button could easily recognise that voice.

"Vee?!?" she exclaimed.

So this was a coincidence. He could tell by how surprised she was. He took his arm off her and rested it by the side of her head, which caused her to chuckle.

Now she knew what he looked like, and by the way she tilted his badge so she could read it, she knew his name too. "Hi Adrian. I'm Y/N."

Oh fuck. He had no idea what came over him. He was remembering last night and how she made him feel, and wouldn't you know it, his hand found its way to the back of her neck and jerked her lips forward onto his. He kissed her, hard, possessively.

She moaned into his mouth as she ran her hand over his back, the fabric of his #2 uniform causing her to feel different. It was softer. Less dangerous to touch. She loved the feel of him underneath her fingertips. He pulled away after a minute and looked into her eyes.

"I'm sorry, definitely should've asked before doing that."

"Okay. Ask me."

"Y/N, can I kiss you?"

No hesitation. She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him closer, until their noses almost touched. "Please," she whispered.

He closed his eyes as he leaned in. The second their lips met, he felt a zing go all through him. Pleasure so intense he thought he would die right there on the spot. His hand found its way to her thigh and squeezed it, then lifted it to hook over his as his mouth found its way down to her neck.

"Holy fuck, Chase!"

The pair broke apart hastily and looked at whoever had caught them. It was George, one of the waiters. Y/N held her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.

"How the hell are you already boning the new girl?" He looked back and forth between them in pure shock.

"George, we were just-" He adjusted his glasses and stepped back.

"Just what? I will never get that sight out of my head."

Both blushing, the couple sheepishly made their way inside and back to work. The incident was soon talked about and spread like wildfire. Adrian Chase had already made moves on the new employee, which was insane to his colleagues.

Everytime they would pass each other, she'd wink, causing the deepest of blush to make its way to his cheeks and he'd try his hardest to hide from her. His coworkers didn't need to know how truly down bad he was.

Her shift ended before his, so as she was just about to go home, she made her way towards him, ready to leave him with the biggest smile as she leant forward so only he could hear, whispering, "Guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other, hot stuff," and slapped his ass with a laugh.

As soon as he was done, he hurried to the area where he knew she lived. He may have followed her home one night after patrol. It was purely to ensure she got home okay. No other reason. None. None at all.

Jumping her back garden fence, he let himself in and found her dancing in her tiny shorts and a t-shirt waiting for her dinner to cook. Oh, freaking her out could be fun. So, he picked up her television remote and threw it across her living room.

Aware that someone was in her house, Y/N grabbed a knife from the block and crept towards the sound, making sure her back was to the wall. Quickly scouting her surroundings from a safe position, she came to the conclusion that whoever broke in was hiding behind the wall to her left.

Quickly moving to the intruder and pointing the knife at his face, Y/N let out a happy sigh when she saw who it was. He had brought his knife to the side of her neck as soon as she had walked in the door.

"Adrian," she said, looking straight into his eyes. "You scared the absolute shit out of me. Glad I didn't walk around naked like I was going to."

"I wish you went with that option."

She thought she'd felt someone following her home a couple of weeks back and just assumed it was Vigilante. And, this proved her point.

"You need to get better at hand to hand." He gestured to his blade at her neck. "I'd kill you faster than you'd kill me with this position."

Slowly taking the weapon from him and placing them down on the nearest table, she simply responded, "Teach me."

Looking around to make sure they were completely alone (he had no idea whether she had roommates or not), he rested his hands on her hips. "I don't want to hurt you and -"

Interrupting that thought, she took one of his wrists and twisted it behind his back, egging him on to try to go along with her. She let go and flicked her hand towards her, almost as if she was saying 'come at me, bro'.

"Give me your best shot."

Giving in with a chuckle, he moved forward and took some punches. None of which hit.

"Come on! Don't go easy on me now, Viggy."

It was when she brought her knee to his stomach when he finally started giving her what she wanted. Taking it in turns, they managed to catch each other a couple of times, obviously not punching as hard as they would with criminals.

After what could've been a pretty devastating jab to the ribs if he hadn't been pulling his punches, she reared back and slapped him across the face.

"Oh, sorry. Sorry," she immediately apologised, cradling his cheek. "I don't know why I did that. Don't usually slap criminals."

"Do it again."

Nodding, she moved to rub the spot where she'd slapped him and then did it again. The sound. The sound that erupted from his mouth made it clear how much he liked that.

Seconds later, her timer went off and she returned to the kitchen to finish preparing her food, without even noticing the noticeable bulge in his trousers. "I'm happy to split my chow mein with you if you want some," she offered.

Settling in the seat next to her, he smirked and popped a big forkful of the serving she had plated up for him. He was horny before, but as soon as he smelt the food, his stomach growled and realised he was starving. He was horngry, which was a common feeling for him.

"Mm, thanks," he answered with an appreciative bite. "We should do this more often. Maybe... you'll let me take you out sometime? You know, to the movies or dinner or whatever?"

"A date?" Y/N asked coyly, smiling.

"Yeah," Adrian answered, grinning in response. "A date."

Letting out a chuckle, she said, "Didn't think you were the 'date' type, Viggy."

"Well, I'm good at a lot of things. Don't see why I can't be the 'date type'," he boasted. "I could be a good boyfriend, I reckon."

Smiling to herself, she taunted, "Oh yeah? What would you do to be a good boyfriend? Imagine you're my boyfriend-"

"Already imagining that, sweet cheeks."

"Well, what would you do to make me happy?" she pressed on, grinning. "How would you treat me?"

He leaned in closer. "I'd treat you like a queen, of course."

Propping her head on her hand, she gave him a once over. "Of course," she mimicked, playfully rolling her eyes. "What if I didn't want to be treated like a queen? What if I wanted to be a washer woman? Or a... a fisherman? Or the court jester?"

"Well, you can't take court jester. I've already claimed that one."

"Mm, true," Y/N giggled. "I think you'd look incredible in those jingly bell shoes that they wear."

"Now you're talking!" He grinned and then smacked his lips, his eyes wandering over her body. He wasn't hungry anymore. He was practically drooling. "You never answered my question."

She looked up at him. "What question?"

"Date," he clarified, reaching out for her hand and lifting so he could place a kiss on her knuckles. "Will you go on a date with me, fair fisherman?"

It was a simple answer, but a pretty significant one. "I'd love to."

Just as he was about to lean in to kiss her, there was a familiar scratching at her back door. That damn cat. She always left the window open for him to come through, but like always he wanted to be invited in like a little priss. So, she jumped up and let him in.

"Come on, Asshole. In you come."

The cat seemed happy to oblige and ran through the living room, only pausing to give Adrian a suspicious look before he jumped up on the table and tried to scarf down as much of the leftovers as possible.

"Ass, slow down. You'll get indigestion," she remarked as she watched him munching away happily.

"Is your cat called Asshole?"

"Yep. My nephew picked it."

When the cat was finally done, he stretched and rolled over on his back, staring up at her with beautiful blue eyes. "Did you miss me?" She crouched down and scratched behind his ears. The cat purred and closed his eyes, and he looked so damn cute doing so.

Adrian watched as she picked it up and cradled it like a baby, smiling. She looked so comfortable doing that. It felt almost illegal to see something so soft and innocent. It felt almost wrong to just observe. But, he couldn't help himself.

"Didn't know you were a crazy cat lady."

Smiling up at him, she replied, "Oh, big time. This is my little baby." She paused to joke, "Want to see my Asshole?"

Why did she have to say that just as he was about to take a drink? He choked, spilling a mouthful down himself and bursting out into a coughing fit. "Ah, fuck," he wheezed. She let the cat drop to the floor and moved over to rub his back. He took several deep breaths, fighting off a round of hiccups. "Sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry. It's just... you caught me off guard, is all."

"That's okay," she soothed, stroking the back of his head. Eventually, he was able to stop his hiccups. He gave her a weak smile, which strengthened when she added, "Should've warned you about that joke, huh?"

A warning would've been nice. "Could've tried," he quipped, letting her help him up and pull him to her couch. She giggled and guided him plop down, leaning his back against the arm and sprawling his feet on her lap. He had regained most of his breath, but preferred it more when she was fussing over him.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Better now I'm not about to cough up a lung."

Asshole jumped up on the back of the sofa and seemed to survey Adrian, who was hesitantly reaching his hand out to stroke the cat, inching forward bit by bit. He purred and leaned closer, pressing his nose against Adrian's hand, nudging it with his face.

"He likes you," Y/N pointed out with a smile, watching the interaction. That was strange. Asshole didn't seem to like anyone but Y/N. Adrian smiled, unsure and taken back by the cat's affectionate gesture. He scratched the Asshole's head, which only seemed to make the cat like him more. The cat scrambled his way onto Adrian's shoulder and settled down to sleep, which was cute and Adrian didn't mind having it cuddle up against him.

"I like you too," he whispered, looking across at the cat and running his hand through the fur, relishing in the new sense of calmness that washed over him. For the first time in a long time, he felt...

No, that wasn't right. He didn't feel anything. He never felt anything. Right?

Y/N gazed with a smile on her face, reaching in her pocket and retrieving her phone to take a picture of the moment. Adrian smiled back at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked into her eyes.

This was so nice. He was never this nice to people, but Y/N seemed different. He couldn't put his finger on what made her so special, but she was special. This was something he didn't have, and he didn't want to fuck up what they had just started. And, if he could be honest with himself, he enjoyed her company. It was new and different and he wanted to keep it that way.

And, judging from the look on her face, she liked him too. No words were needed.

"Hey, Adrian," she said, leaning closer and reaching out to pet the cat, meaning that her face was inches from his. "Do you want to spend the night?"

Of course he did. Who wouldn't want to spend the night with Y/N?

"I think I do," he replied, smiling wide and running his thumb back and forth over the cat's head.

Teasingly, she repeated, "You think you do?"

"Yeah," he replied, beaming. "I do."

She leaned in and pressed her lips slowly against his, making sure he was really sure. It was a soft, tender, gentle kiss, and he cherished every second of it. His free hand found its way to the back of her head, running his fingers through her hair as he deepened the kiss.

For fuck's sake, it felt so good. It was something he could get used to.

When they finally pulled apart, Adrian was slightly breathless, but mostly elated. Especially when she squished herself beside him and placed her head on his other shoulder, smiling up at him with her cheeks flushed and her hair all tousled and messed up. He stroked her hair, which was just as soft as it seemed.

Frankly, he was surprised how comfortable he was. The idea of this was something he'd never considered. Snuggling up on the couch with his girl and her pet? That's not the Vigilante life. But, it could be.

They snuggled closer together, and Y/N seemed to relax into his side. At that moment, he decided that, if given the chance, he'd like to spend every night with her. Every night.

"About fifty minutes ago you slapped me and I instantly got the biggest boner of my life," he reminded her, thinking how fast the tone shifted from playful teasing to sweet cutesy shit.

Imitating him, she stated, "This is you," and pretended to whine as she fake slapped herself in the face.

"I didn't moan like that. That's not the sound I made, dickhead."

Attempting to annoy him further, she made a series of whine noises, each becoming more pitiful and high pitched.

"Stop that!" he said, laughing.

That was when he realised that he was laughing with her, his heart was racing, and his dick was hardening. Fuck. Even though they were annoying, her moans still were incredibly hot to him.

"You've got a boner now?" she asked, teasing him again.

"Shut up." He shifted awkwardly and lied, "No. No, of course not."

Trailing her hand up his thigh, she seductively asked, "So, if I were to move my hand higher, I wouldn't feel anything?"

Again, his dick answered before he could collect his thoughts.

"No..."

Slowly, she moved her hand to palm his cock through his trousers. His hips instinctively tensed and let out a staggered breath. With deliberate slowness, she undid his jeans and slid her hand inside. He didn't want her to stop, but he also didn't want her to hurry. He wanted this to last as long as possible.

All the movement caused Asshole to wake up and piss off to his bed in the corner of Y/N's room, keeping out of sight so he didn't have to see what debauchery his owner was about to get into.

"Shit," he whispered once she'd taken his cock into her hand.

"Does that feel good?" she whispered back, tracing slow circling motions on his hardening cock.

"Yes," he groaned, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. "Yes, keep doing that."

She continued to stroke him slowly, and his breathing quickened. He bit his bottom lip to keep from making a sound.

"You can make as much noise as you want. My house is soundproofed. I once tortured a pedophile for three days and nobody noticed."

That made him smile. He kept his eyes closed and focused on the feeling of her stroking his cock as a myriad of expletives poured from his mouth. He was swearing so much his lips were tingling. God, he loved this. He loved everything about her seductive touch. The way her hair smelled. The feel of her lips against his. Everything.

When he felt he couldn't take any more of that wonderful stroking, he opened his eyes and looked down at her. She was so beautiful, so perfectly gorgeous. That was the moment he realised he could have it all. A partner both at work and at home. He could have what he wanted most, what he'd always wanted. A family. A real life, of the sort he'd only seen in the movies and read about in books.

He wanted that life so badly, and here, right now, with her, he could have it. All of it. They could have a real future together.

"Stop."

So, she did.

Before she could ask if he was okay, he yanked her up for a kiss, pulling her up against his chest as he wrapped an arm around her. He deepened the kiss, desperate to have her, to feel her, to taste her. God, he wanted her so much he ached with it, so much that his entire body shook with the need for her. He broke the kiss, panting.

"Is it okay if I tell people you're my girlfriend from now on?"

"That's a pretty sauve way of asking me out, Viggy."

"Please call me Adrian," he pleaded, his voice serious. He brushed his finger along her cheek and waited for her response.

"What's your last name, Adrian?"

"Chase."

Pretending to think for a second, she narrowed her eyes and twitched her mouth from side to side. She held out her hand for him to shake, which he did but was confused about it. As soon as their hands touched, she joked, "Adrian Chase, I, Y/N L/N, am honoured to be referred to as your girlfriend. But there is one condition." She paused for dramatic effect. "I get to call you my boyfriend when people ask?"

His heart skipped a beat. "Yes."

She nodded. "Now, are you going to kiss me again? Because that was really hot and I'd like to."

He was going to kiss her again. He was going to kiss her so much she'd ache for more. The thought of it sent a strange bolt of pleasure through him. All at once, he felt giddy as he bent down to give her another kiss, letting his hands roam freely. He stroked her hair and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. It was an act of possession, a way to claim her as his.

Waiting for a moment where they were apart for a second, she perched on his thighs and pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor. He moved his hand under her shorts and pulled them down as far as he could, freeing her from that little piece of cloth covering her modesty.

When she tugged on his shirt next, he didn't resist her. He wanted her to, but he was busy gazing at her tits, taking in her every feature, committing them to memory. God, he was such a dork.

"Adrian, baby, arms up," she instructed, smiling. He followed her orders, allowing her to take his shirt off, although he didn't stop staring at her boobs.

The way he was staring was obvious. Subtlety is not a word that Adrian Chase knows. She caught where his eyes were travelling to and undid the clasp of her bra, letting him see everything. The way her nipples hardened as his eyes caressed them. The way her entire body shivered with anticipation when he reached out to touch her.

God, she loved it when he touched her.

"You like what you see?" she asked, her voice husky. He nodded and she slid off his lap so he could lay her down. He kissed her roughly, his hands roaming over her body. They moved down to her bare sex, stroking her, and he slipped two fingers inside of her, making her breath catch.

"I'm going to make you come so hard, baby, you're not going to know what hit you," he promised.

"Hit me? I thought you were the one that liked that," she teased, her voice thick.

Groaning at the memory, he smiled against her neck, moving up to kiss her ear and whisper, "Can you?"

"Are you sure?"

"One hundred percent." Cradling his other cheek, she reared back and gave him a light slap. A laugh escaped his lips. "Harder than that."

Second try. She slapped him harder and his fingers sped up, pressing into her, making her head spin. "Ouch," he moaned. He moved up to kiss her again, their tongues dancing.

"Wait! I need to find a condom. Just give me a moment." She pushed him off and hurried to her dresser. She thought about how funny it would be if she just left him there, mostly naked and hard. If she just left him and fell asleep. Left him hard.

Despite this, she returned and was pinned to the wall as soon as he saw her. He'd shed his remaining clothes and leant against the doorframe until he noticed she was coming back. She had no idea whether he planned it or not, but he'd managed to pin her in the exact place she'd pinned him earlier. How romantic.

"Found one?"

"You betcha." She held out the wrapper, but he took it from her and ripped it open just as fast, rolling it on himself.

Hooking his arms under her thighs to lift her against the wall, he had to ask, "Are you sure about this? Because I think if we go through with this, you'll never be able to get rid of me."

"I already can't get rid of you," she jeered, tapping her finger to his chest.

"Just say the word and I'll leave you alone. I'm serious, Y/N."

"I don't want to be alone." He lowered his mouth to hers, and, for a moment, she was distracted by all the nerves in her lower body. She could feel each one, all throbbing with need. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth, aching for hers.

"I don't want to be alone either," he admitted against her mouth, his voice rough. His hands roamed over her back, cupping her ass as he brought her down onto his cock, and her eyes rolled back in her head. "I want this. I want you."

She clung to him, her fingernails digging into his back as she ground her hips against his erection. It was a rough, desperate match of lust as she wrapped her legs around his waist. His hands were everywhere, on every part of her.

"Slap me again," he ordered, and she did so, harder than the last time, her breasts bouncing with every blow. After every hit, she lovingly rubbed the area of impact in the hope it wouldn't become red.

Using all of his strength, Adrian pounded himself into Y/N, and her body exploded with sensation. She felt his harsh breaths against her collar, and the feel of him buried to the hilt inside of her. She came with such force that her hands clenched tight on his back and she screamed his name.

And he didn't stop. In fact, he kept going, his hips jerking as he rode out her orgasm. Y/N couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so loved. She was dazed, drifting on a cloud of contentment. Never in all her years of being on her own had she ever let herself be looked after so well.

"You okay, baby?" he asked, his breathing rough.

"Un-huh," she murmured, drifting back to reality as he brushed a sweaty strand of hair from her forehead. "You haven't come yet. Gimme all you've got."

It didn't take long for him to follow suit. As soon as he looked close, she winked and gave him the hardest slap yet, causing him to tip over the edge with an incredibly loud groan. She loved it when he made that sound, when he was all hers.

"Holy fuck, Y/N," he said, pulling out of her and setting her down. "Unreal."

His cheek was bright red so she placed soft kisses on it, apologising as she did so, "I'm sorry. Did I hit you too hard at the end? Oh, it's -"

"Don't apologise for that. I asked for it." He pushed his fingers through his hair and grinned at her. That boyish, innocent look that completely betrayed the rest of him. And what he'd just done.

Laughing, she realised that one side of her vision was blurry and pointed out, "I think you fucked me so hard one of my contact lenses popped out."

How did she keep getting hotter and hotter to him? "You wear glasses?"

Answering by retreating back to her room, taking the other lens out and grabbing her specs. She made a big show of placing them on her face when she was in his sight, dramatically pushing them up her nose as she got closer to him, and he was helpless to stop the grin that spread over his face.

She laughed at him as she led him into her couch, and he followed her in as if he had no will of his own. Y/N climbed on top of him, straddling his lap with a mischievous smile. They weren't finished yet.

All was well for a long time. That was until Peacemaker got out of jail. Vigilante would patrol with his buddy rather than his girlfriend, even though Chris always said that he was lying about getting together with Button.

"Dude, that's total bullshit. Button has a great ass, there's no way you're tapping that."

"I'll call her. I'll call her and she'll tell you that I'm tapping that. I'm tapping that every night."

Coincidently, Button had heard the same ruckus that the other two had and was a little too late to get there. By the time she arrived, the perps were already dead and the dynamic duet stood bickering.

Letting them know she was there, Button agreed, "I do have a great ass. You're right about that, Peacemaker."

At the sound of her voice, Adrian perked up and almost squealed out, "Hey, babe!"

Police were on the way so the three heroes quickly hurried away from the crime scene, which pissed Y/N off a little. She hadn't gotten to do the fighting, you know, the fun bit. But she still had to do the running.

Making it back to the Vigilante-mobile, Peacemaker got in the passenger side without even a second thought. That was Button's seat, but she bit her tongue. There was no need to start shit yet.

"Button, I've got to ask, why are your standards so low? You let this fucker put his dick in you every night?"

Button was silent for a moment. Honestly, why did Vigilante idolise this prick? She settled on the plain and simple answer that was, "I was born that way."

She stayed mostly out of their conversation as Vigilante drove to Peacemaker's house. Slowly seething with annoyance, she was sure that Peacemaker had been intentionally trying to piss her off since they stepped in the car.

Chris got out and saluted Vigilante. He stuck his head in through the window and flirted, "Hey, Button if you ever get sick of that thimble and want something more substantial, you know where I live."

"Yeah, I'll be sure to bring my rifle next time I come here." She was trying to keep her voice steady. Whether she did or not, she had no idea.

Peacemaker went into the house, leaving Vigilante and Button alone in the car. She stayed in the back the entire time.

"Aren't you going to climb over?"

"No."

"Why not?" Because she wanted to sit here and be annoyed at him for a while longer. Yet, he didn't need to know that. She didn't say anything else for the car ride to her apartment. They both took off their masks so it was clear on her face what she was feeling. If he'd been any good at reading facial expressions, Adrian would've known to stop rambling about Chris as he drove.

When they got to her apartment, she immediately went to her room, finding Asshole in his bed. She sat on the ground and slowly petted him. The cat purred and rolled onto his back, exposing his belly for her to rub. That made her smile. It was probably the first thing tonight that had made her smile.

Adrian had no idea he was in the dog house. Not a single clue. That's why he shed his suit and exclaimed, "Peacemaker said there's this paedophile ring that he's planning on taking out next Wednesday. Want to come along with us?"

Wednesday. They never patrolled on Wednesdays. That was date night. As he said that, he watched as her smile fell. Even he knew that wasn't a good thing.

Kneeling behind her, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pressed a kiss on her neck, quietly pleading, "Have I fucked up?"

She could hear the sincerity in his voice, feel the warmth of his breath on her skin, and she was tempted to give in. But he needed to figure it out. She stayed still in his arms, letting him know without words that he'd fucked up.

"So...you don't want to come on Wednesday?"

"No," she said, trying not to squirm out of his embrace.

"Why not?" he asked, his voice quiet and unsure.

"I've got plans."

"What plans?"

Owch. Yeah, that one stung. She got up and silently took her suit off, ignoring him as he repeated the question. Once she was in her underwear, she got under the covers and got her book off the bedside table, preparing to block him out by reading.

But she stopped when she felt him press against her back. "You're not going to tell me?" he asked. He sounded hurt. Not a good sign.

"What did we do last Wednesday?"

"I went to Peacemaker's house to patch him up."

"And the week before?"

"Drinking with Chris. Came back pretty drunk, didn't I?"

"And the week before that?"

Honestly, he had no idea why she was bringing this up. Yeah, he hung out with Chris a lot. Maybe he'd asked to postpone their date a few times. Oh. Shit. Wednesdays.

And, it would be a year of Wednesdays next week.

Crawling on top of her and taking the book from her hand, he flopped down, resting his head on her shoulder and hugging her tightly through the duvet. She put her hands around the back of his head and caressed him gently.

"Our anniversary," he mumbled into her skin.

"Correct."

"I'll tell Chris to fuck off," he promised. She could feel his heart racing from stress. There was a reason why he avoided these kinds of situations. "Well, probably not those words but something similar."

She ran her fingers through his hair and sighed, noting, "You are lucky I love you, Chase."

He nuzzled further into her neck, the smile on his face that always appeared whenever she said that pressing against her and making her feel good. She felt a soft peck against her skin and seconds later he admitted, "I love you too. Much more than I love Peacemaker."

Teasingly, she whispered, "You love Peacemaker? I'm sure he'd love to hear that."

Playfully, he bit at her neck and warned, "Shut up. You know what I meant," snuggling closer as he slowly fell asleep.

"Don't you want to get under the covers?"

"Too comfy to move."

And with that, he was out like a light and snoring. She gazed down at him as he slept. Her idiot. Yeah, he was stupid and it took him a while to figure things out, but that's what you have to deal with dating Adrian Chase. What he lacks in emotional intelligence, he makes up with by being so sweet.

From that moment on, every time Peacemaker tried to get him to do something on a Wednesday, Vigilante declined the offer.

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[ffishstickks]

omg. can we have the full bg text from the jak and jacob thing?? i need to read it fully i am invested

Sure!

I'll be honest it isn't going to be super understandable, I imagine it was just a flow of Jak's thoughts in the moment.

He was there... Looking at him through the window... He made him uncomfortable. Why is he there! Doesn't he know that? How we both had the same thing on our minds? Crazy. He's mine. I won't share. We cant both look through the window. Im always careful to look from afar... It isn't too crazy. I knew that he was easy to get rid of... He's so small compared to me. I know he didnt notice us outside. Its a good

thing that I'm Stronger than this creep outside his window. I'll take care of it. Maybe if i just took him away from him, this Jacob... Convince him that I AM the right one. JACOB needs to let go of him. He's mine. Jacob needs to know that boy is mine... Thats true right? Its me for him. Sometimes I wonder in a weird way we belong together instead. The world is a strange place- even stranger- I deserve to watch him through the window. He doesn't. I would kill this fucker, thats the thing. All it took was one look at him and I knew we were sort of the same. We'd do anything for him. Want to kill someone for him. If I have this poor fucker in my home- in a way im taking care of it right? I might as well make him give him a good time. Make sure we're having some fun here. I'll be sure to make him smile a bit. I'm a jealous person... and even if he was in the way we're going to have a good time, natrually I can't help it at all. He kept begging for me not to hurt the man in the window... Asking if he could see him. Why would i let him see whats mine? That bitch is mine you fucker! I will admit for a creep in a way he's kind of cute. The way he struggles is making me fond of him. I've always sort of had a thing for blondes.... but he tried to take whats mine. My property right? I DONT SHARE. Smile for me... Here. If I try really hard for you- you can understand it right? Just look in the mirror. Maybe he'll know how to do it if he's watching me. He's much smaller, not so easy to get a grip of- Two fingers should be just fine. Why do I keep him? I don't know what it is about him but I really like him... Maybe even love him? Why does he make me feel this fucked up way? I should be focusing on the right him here. Jacob is in my way... I cant look at this smile and be aroused. This. Sitting right here. This is good enough. I'm just cleaning the streets of the filth, keeping the right him safe. Its not right in this world, okay for him but not for me...

THEN IT JUST RAMBLES INTO NOTHING LOL!

Jacob belongs to @carnivorekitty

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[nilsford-prattle]

Dark Vince really do be like: *does a little finger thing*

#cpucs #dark Vince #it was about time my thoughts go to be fully focused on this fucker #aeiou art #he’s talking shit with the commissioner #I had so many ideas of who else they would be calling #as you can see skillshare kirby was an option #I was also thinking oh what if calls Vincent and is like are you ready to lose tomorrow? #Or maybe Dark Vince is like hey your mans is at my house bc he’s a stinky lil dark realmer now and i just called to brag #idk my brain is rotting at a quick pace and i might post this to the reddit if it lets me

[keigelsss]

A Super Sweet Secret - Gojo Satoru

Merry late Christmas ya filthy animals ;)

Mega thirst moment based on this post and I think it just fits this fucker so well. I wrote part of this at 3am and I hate it so much ... fellow Gojo fuckers come get ya food.

Warnings: 18+, my shitty writing, language, mentions of alcohol, Gojo using infinity (had to do it on em), smut, DIRTY TALK, fingering, oral *fem receiving, overstim, squirting, uh… the pet names are super self-indulgent too oops, literally every grammatical error you can think of (please let me know if I missed any warnings I don’t wanna upset anyone or make anyone uncomfy. That being said minors pls DNI!! I don't feel like blocking anyone today)

Word count: 2.25k (i do be getting carried away)

How do you go about explaining your current situation to the higher-ups if you get caught with him? Do you tell them that, instead of getting pointers on how to guide students down the right path, you’ve been indulging in some very explicit acts with the man who is supposed to show you the ropes? No. That’s not right either but in all honesty, it would have been a lost cause from the get-go. Gojo Satoru is the least traditional in his teaching methods and is without a doubt a troublemaker but his antics are a part of what makes him so charming. It’s that same charm that finally made you cave and accept a coffee date with him on the next day you both had off. 

You don’t know exactly when it happened but little by little those morning coffee dates turned into mid-day snack runs, then dinner and overindulging in desserts at the other’s house. Everything took an unexpected turn when you went a bit overboard on the sake one night. The next morning you woke up naked on your couch, the sun in your face, a pounding headache and a large man clinging to your body like a koala. As much as you wanted to maintain a professional relationship between the two of you, it was so hard to not crave another taste of him. He couldn’t resist you either, one bite and he kept coming back for more. 

You two are definitely going to get into some serious trouble for this.

After stressful days of exorcising curses Gojo likes to unwind with a sweet treat from his local bakery and you by his side. He’ll find it ridiculously adorable if you have a bigger sweet tooth than he does. On the walk back to his house, you both snag a pastry from the bag of goodies and laugh at the other for not being able to wait until you reached your destination. The two of you arrive shortly after but Gojo decided he wasn’t entirely satisfied...

“Hey, sugar?” he asked while removing his sunglasses, his eyes entirely focused on your movements. You started to place what was left of the little cakes in a dish that was used specifically for the sweet treats of the day, he quickly recalled how you made fun of him for the fancy crystal platter but he admitted to being a bit extra like that. “What’s up trouble?” He let out a soft chuckle and got closer, wrapping his arms around your shoulders leaning down to rest his chin on top of your head. “Trouble? That couldn’t be me.” you placed the cover back on the platter and put your hands on his arms settling back into him slightly. “You only call me ‘sugar’ when you want something from me, so what is it?” 

Now that was true, he had a list of pet names for you that he liked to pull out for certain occasions and you caught onto that quickly. It’s really not fair at all how he can make innocent words sound so damn sinful when he wanted to tease you. You turned to face him now, his hands resting on either side of you. He leans down and places a feather-soft kiss on your lips, so soft it’s almost like he’s not making full contact with you.

“I thought we didn't do those things when it was just us together like this?” Your eyes fluttered open and he came back in for a real kiss, his hot tongue lingering lazily on your bottom lip but not enough to excite you. He does that on purpose. “I know but it’s just the thought of it, I can tell you're thinking about it too.” He reached for the dessert dish and picked up a small cream filled pastry, he took a bite and offered you the other half. You knew it wasn’t an accident when he got the filling on your lip and chin. He used his thumb to clean up the mess he made then licked it clean, he is actually evil but even if you do hate him sometimes you can’t find it in you to resist him. 

“C’mon Y/n, don't you think it would be interesting to try while I go down on you? Just a little bit?” You bit your lip at the thought and he was already excited for your answer. He was right, the idea of him between your legs, devouring you but not quite. Being able to feel everything between the two of you but not making an actual connection. it ignited a small fire within you. 

“We can try it once but I can’t promise that I'll like it.” 

Truthfully that was all he needed to hear before he began to strip you of your clothes, leaving you completely naked. His large hands began exploring your body, grabbing onto any dip and curve he can find while placing sloppy kisses on your neck. He used both hands to get a firm grip of your ass, lifting you onto the cold marble countertop, you let a small moan escape you at the feeling and he placed a wet kiss on your lips. Tugging on the fabric of his long sleeve you brought it up and off revealing his defined upper body, you could drool if you didn't have some self control. “Satoru not too much okay? It’ll drive me crazy when all I want is to feel you.” The whimper that fell from your pretty mouth was almost enough to make Gojo cum in his pants, you swore you saw hearts glowing in his bright blue eyes. “Don't worry princess only a little bit. Besides you know my sweet girl always gets what she wants.” 

If there was anything that came close to what you picture heaven was like, it would definitely be the equivalent to Gojo’s strong, slender fingers expertly rubbing your folds. He always found every sweet spot and applied the perfect amount of pressure without you having to say a word. 

“Baby, did I make you this wet?” He used his thumb to spread your slick around, creating a delightful rhythm on your clit. Hips trembling when he grazed that one spot that practically had you gushing for him.

“Yes! It was yo- oh fuck that feels so good!” you leaned forward, resting your head on his chest, admiring the way his fingers looked so mesmerizing covered in the pretty shine of your juices. “You know you're the sweetest thing ever right? So damn delicious. I can spend hours between these sexy thighs of yours.” His breath is hot on the tip of your ear and that smooth voice sends shockwaves throughout your entire body. His free hand wrapped around your thigh and gripped below your knee, shifting the angle at which his fingers were exploring your overly sensitive hole. 

“Are you gonna let me make you cum with my mouth? Let me taste how sweet you are?” his lips started to trail the sides of your neck down to your chest. He left a series of kisses on each breast, sucking lightly on your stiff and sensitive nipples. “Ah Satoru please! I want- Ooh want your tongue.”  He licked a stripe across your tummy then placed a soft kiss on your belly button, he moved your thighs once more and found a position comfortable for the two of you. Your legs resting nicely on his shoulders while he rubbed circles on your hips and waist. “Look at this gorgeous pussy,” a soft kiss on your inner thigh. “So pretty.” another kiss on your swollen clit, you couldn't help but arch your back off the counter, grabbing a handful of his soft hair. He nibbled on your thigh and a sharp whine fell from you. “Remember to behave sweetheart, I'm supposed to be going easy on you.” His chuckle vibrated against your hot mound and you let out a sigh, releasing some tension from your hands on his head, allowing him to do what he wanted with your body. 

Gojo’s tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, curling and sucking at the special spot that only he knew about with perfect accuracy. The buzzing sensation that you normally felt when he's down there was reduced to an incomplete static, like your nerves weren’t fully receiving the information of his movements. Now that? That was different. It really was infinity… a barrier he controlled entirely, the rolling of his tongue feeling more like a whisper of pleasure that was everything and nothing at the same time. You were right to think it would drive you crazy but in the most euphoric way possible. “Oh my god it feels s-so good! P-please don’t stop baby I’m so fucking close.” 

The large kitchen was filled with desperate sounds of pleasure and the soft squelching of Gojo’s fingers inside your quivering cunt. This feeling was new but you were instantly hooked. It didn't take long for you to fall over that glorious edge with a broken moan of his name and a string of curses, making little to no sense at all. A deep groan erupts from his chest as he takes in every drop of your release in satisfaction. His gaze found your blissed out expression and he decided to ease up on that invisible veil between you, fingers slipping from your tight whole. You clenched around nothing and the loss of his fingers filling you was enough to nearly make you cry. 

“That‘s my favorite flavor right there sweetheart.” he spent some time admiring the way you looked coming down from your high. The rise and fall of your breasts with every breath paired alongside the slight shaking in your limbs from how intense the orgasm was. You're a work of art to him, truly, especially like this. Opening your eyes you find his stupid gorgeous face resting on your thigh, licking his lips simply enjoying your taste. You ran your fingers through his hair one more time before softly squishing his face with your legs, letting out a breathless giggle while regaining some grasp on reality. “I w-want more, but let me feel all of you for fucks sake!” 

He instantly obliged, diving right back in, using only his tongue, setting a languid pace. His animalistic groans against your over sensitive pussy were a telling sign that he was enjoying himself, probably ridiculously hard in the confines of his jeans. The thought of his cock deep inside of you was enough to get you shamelessly turned on all over again. If it weren't for his hands on your hips, rubbing easing circles into your soft skin, you would be a convulsing mess on the hard marble beneath you. A dull ache was beginning to form in your lower back, but you could care less. Gojo's tongue was working wonders on that delectable bundle of nerves of yours. His hands started trailing upwards and fondling your breasts, your spine arching under his touch as he pinched your nipples. You both made eye contact and he could tell that you were close to another release, your entire body was starting to shake. “Ye-yeah baby I’m gonna f-fucking cum.” his tongue never relenting on you. You were on the verge of screaming, your thighs were probably strangling him at this point.

“Mhm my little honeypot. Are you gonna make a mess?” he growled delicately against you.

That was also new but holy shit it had your brain short circuiting. Honeypot?! Damn you really could make a mess and that was exactly what you did. His relentless attack on your clit was blinding but so fucking delicious you didn't want it to end. You squirted all over his face, covering his neck and chest with a stream of your juices. The added stimulation of his abilities, and the shock of this new pet name clearly having an impact on your intense orgasm. it could possibly be the best you've experienced. He was aware of that fact as well. “I love when you do that.” honestly you did too. The aftershock of it all had you both mesmerized, your body just a quaking mess, panting and moaning. You struggled a bit to get air back into your lungs but Gojo's hands squeezed on your waist reassuringly. Your hips were beginning to relax and he once again found a place to momentarily rest his head on your thighs. 

He huffed a small howl of amusement. You could instantly tell what he was so giddy about. “So? Honeypot?” you questioned him, not in a judging manner but out of curiosity and excitement. “It kind of just came out of me in the moment.” You couldn't help but laugh at his answer, a fitting response. You took a second to relish in the sight of your cum and his sweat tracing his brow. It will forever remain a mystery on how you managed to get so addicted to the world’s biggest pain in the ass, but here you were. 

That evil little smirk made another appearance on his face while he brought himself up to  kiss you, the taste of yourself was very much present on his tongue and soft lips, you screeched in excitement. He swiftly lifted you off the counter and began his trek towards his bedroom. 

“Are you maybe just a bit more curious on what else I can do to that pretty body of yours?”

yeah this is trash uh if you read this sorry for the lack of seasoning in your food

tags: @bobabybo @ibukiirisha

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[kiribakuhappiness]

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🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

Ahhh, ask and you shall receive! :D Thank you so much for the support, I hope you like this little snippet! I've been working on this one-shot for a bit so I hope it'll be done soon :)

Katsuki has a pretty serious concussion but that's okay because Kirishima is the perfect bedside companion <3

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[...]

“Hey, man!” Kirishima appeared by his bedside like he’d been summoned from another dimension, and Katsuki jerked back to reality with a pained grimace and a stifled groan as the pounding in his head grew harder to ignore. Kirishima frowned at that, dainty eyebrows scrunching as he fiddled with his iron mask. “You good, bro? Are the lights too bright?”

Actually, yeah. They were fucking blinding. “Makin’ my headache fuckin’ insufferable.”

Kirishima’s concerned expression dissipated into a humorous laugh as he jumped back up to his feet and hustled towards the door, flicking off the light and plunging them into near total darkness save for the little lamp on the bedside table.

“It’s not a headache man, you’ve got a wicked concussion! Doctors want you to stay here the whole night, make sure you don’t fall asleep and everything,” Kirishima prattled on as he closed the door to mitigate the light filtering in from the hallway and even made the effort to close the blinds and shut away from the streetlamps before he finally sat down in the seat next to him again.

“Ain’t concussed,” Katsuki grumbled bitterly, raising a numb arm to press his fingertips hard into his eyelids. The dark helped, at least. “Polly jus’ dehydrated ‘n shit. I save people for a livin’, yaknow? ‘S a tough fuckin’ job.”

Kirishima grinned as he leaned back into his seat, lifting one of his boots to rest on the bed, and he didn’t offer any comment to that as he tossed his ridiculous face muzzle onto the bedside table with a careless clatter and ran his fingers through his falling hair.

“How’re you feeling now?” he asked, and Katsuki’s vision was blurry when he finally dropped his hand in his lap again.

“’M fine,” he grunted, scowling at him. “Could still kick your ass, if I fuckin’ wanted to.”

“Mhm,” Kirishima hummed absently, dirty fingers rustling casually through his vibrant locks as he gazed over at him like he was somehow being highly fucking amusing right now or some shit.

Katsuki would have made good on his threat if he remembered to be angry about it long enough to actually get the words out of his mouth. As it were, they got all caught up in his sore throat, and so he settled for a lackluster glower instead.

“Dude, relax, would ya?” Kirishima chuckled, the tip of his boot bumping into Katsuki’s knee hidden underneath the thin hospital sheet. “You’re making me feel tense just looking at you.”

“’M totally fuckin’ relaxed,” Katsuki snapped again before his mind had the time to really catch up with the words that they were saying to each other. Now that it was being brought to his attention, though, he couldn’t deny the obvious thrumming ache keeping his muscles locked in place.

“You’re so totally not,” Kirishima laughed again, giving him another purposeful nudge that Katsuki half-heartedly tried to swat away. “You look like you have to shit or something.”

“You look like shit,” Katsuki retaliated with tremoring snark and a weak sneer. “Fucker.”

“Hey! Harsh, bro!” Kirishima beamed a row of sharp teeth with another aggressive nudge of his boot. “I said that you look like you have to shit, not that you look like shit!”

“Tch,” Katsuki raised another slow hand to rub tentatively at his temple before he finally released the strain of his muscles and fully relaxed back into the pillows of the hospital bed.

“That’s better,” Kirishima praised with a little goading grin.

Katsuki lifted a middle finger in his general direction and glared up at the shadows on the ceiling. “You don’t have to fuckin’ babysit me. Go back to the dorms.”

A thick silence settled in the air around them after such a stern order, followed by the brushing of fabric shifting in the plastic chair that fought with the low subtle ringing in the depths of his ears.

“I can’t do that, dude,” Kirishima mumbled under his breath, suddenly sounding much more subdued and withdrawn. That damn oaf was probably exhausted, he’d no doubt fall asleep and leave him there to stay awake on his own anyway.

Katsuki kept his gaze laser-focused on a black speckle of something or another in the monotonous patterns swirling above his head. “Yea, ya can. Jus’ take the damn elevator and waltz on outta here.”

Kirishima sighed a heavy sound, and Katsuki managed to rotate his neck enough to look at him. “No, I can’t. And you already know that I can’t, so just–”

“I dunno shit, you should fuckin’–“

“Stop, dude,” Kirishima demanded sternly, and his jaw tightened as he clenched his teeth together. His fingers dug hard into the meat of his shoulder as he rested his chin against his chest and stared down at the sterile tiles with a frustrated pout sticking his bottom lip out. “Just stop. Okay?”

Katsuki’s eyelids were heavy as he blinked over at him. His nostrils flared impatiently, still rearing for a fight, but his head was pounding again, and the warm prickling of pressure crawling up the back of his neck was distracting, and whatever.

If that damn dumb moron wanted to spend his entire night crammed into that tiny shit chair, then that wasn’t Katsuki’s fault. It was Kirishima’s fault for being an idiot. Fucking… loser.

“Hope you fuckin’ cramp up over there,” Katsuki mumbled with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Kirishima huffed an exasperated breath with a roll of his eyes, letting his arm drape along the back of his chair before he bumped Katsuki again with his foot. “Be nice, dude… it’s been a long day for me too.”

Katsuki grunted something unintelligible in response to that, whatever he was initially planning on saying simmering down to mere smoke and mirrors when his groggy brain finally registered the downtrodden undertone seeping into Kirishima’s tired voice. How come he hadn’t noticed that before? He could usually read that dumbass like a children’s book – he wasn’t very good at hiding things.

“Fuck you bein’ so mopey for?” he tried to push out with a firm tone that sounded a bit more slurred than he would have liked it to. “’S pissin’ me off.”

“Everything pisses you off,” Kirishima quipped nonchalantly as he raised up his other boot and crossed his ankles on the bed.

“Well you’re pissin’ me off times a thousand!” Katsuki yelled, muscles tensing in some form of aggressive display, immediately followed by another painful grimace.

“Oh no,” Kirishima muttered under his breath sarcastically, failing to conceal the upward hitch of another amused smirk. His fingers found their way back up into the drooping locks of his hair, and Katsuki would’ve had more to say if his eyes hadn’t been drawn to the calming movement of it.

“Oi,” Katsuki’s knee jerked up reflexively when he realized where his gaze had wandered to and knocked hard into the dirty boots that Kirishima had so flippantly soiled his bed sheets with. “Be nice to me, fucker. ‘M the one with the damn concussion.”

Kirishima blinked in surprise at that, fingers stalling in his hair before his red eyes swiveled over to lock with his. “I thought you weren’t concussed?”

“Tch!”

Shit.

Maybe he was fucking concussed.

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[tharros-auris-black-asimi]

Lay All Your Love on Me (Chapter 7) (Part 1)

Paring: Soft Dark Alpha Lee Bodecker x Female Omega Reader

Summary: After moving to Knockemstiff, Ohio with your troubled parents, you find solace in the local Seven-Eleven. There, you bump into the Alpha sheriff, Lee Bodecker.

And then you keep bumping into him. There's just something about the chubby Alpha that keeps drawing you in. Now there's something going on with the new preacher of the church that you attend. Everything's a mess.

But you're an unbonded Omega. Life can turn to shit anyway.

Chapter Warnings: This chapter opens with Lenora's post-rape. Mentions of sexual coercion, as well as cheating from Preston's end. Unplanned pregnancy via rape is mentioned here too. Mentions of serial killers, and Carl just being downright creepy. Anger issues from the Reader, as well as gun violence and death threats. There's also another character death in here, so we're keeping count of the body count, lol. Some possessive behavior from Alpha Daddy. I've been writing him as soft!dark, but in this chapter and the next one, he's gonna be full-on dark. Maybe a tiny smidge of fatphobia in this one? Like a small smidge. A blink and you'll miss type of smidge. Just to cover all of my bases.

Additional Notes: I am so, so sorry for how long it took for me to update this on Tumblr. I usually update this fic on my AO3 first before I update it on here. But, since I split this chapter into two, it took longer than I thought. So this will just be part one, and part two should follow quickly!

Please read the chapter warnings before continuing with this chapter, as this chapter and the following chapter will have some disturbing themes. I want this to be a safe space for everyone. And, if you're a minor, please do not interact. Thank you!

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Word Count: 3, 370

Two days before your annual visit... with Lenora in the afternoon

Lenora Laferty was crouched over the toilet seat in the girl’s bathroom, vomiting her guts out.

Sick.

She had been feeling sick for the past week.

She didn’t know what had caused this. Lenora had woken up every single morning for the past week with an urge to puke her guts out.

Emma and Arvin had been getting used to the sounds of puking in the morning.

It was becoming alarming.

Emma was fully ready to ask if she had been frolicking around with an Alpha.

But she hadn’t, because she had gotten so busy.

Later though, she would ask.

Now, now though, Lenora continued to puke her guts out.

Her Omega had been very vocal this past week. Screeching. Throwing a fit. Screaming and shouting at her, due to the changes coming in her body.

She hadn’t wanted this.

She had wanted none of this.

Lenora’s Omega had screamed and shouted when Lenora had entered Preston’s car. Her screaming had become louder when the disgusting Alpha, (married too, she should add), kissed her. She had thanked some fucking being up there when Lenora had pulled away, stammering and saying that he was married.

Oh. And he was married, did Lenora’s Omega mention that?

Yeah.

Mhmm.

The Preacher was married.

He had a bite mark on his neck.

Preston Teagardin had an Omega for a wife. No pups, though. From what the church gossip said, he only got an Omega because Omegas were easier to control. His Omega wife had been a young, defenseless thing. It was horrible, what Preston Teagardin did behind her back. He had raped a young Omega who had just presented in his car, and who was currently vomiting her guts out in her school bathroom.

Lenora’s Omega remembered how much she had pleaded, begged him to stop whatever he was doing to her because she was currently sweating so much. Beads of sweat rolling down her temples as her Heat made her scent riper. Lenora had remembered saying, pleading, crying out so many no’s. She had pleaded with the Preacher that all she wanted was to make the pain go away. All she wanted was the pain to go away.

“I’ll help take the pain away,”   he had told her.

What he had done to her had been way worse.

Lenora had been pleading, nay, begging him no. No, no, no, no, no. All she wanted was some toys to help her out. She’d take them and go back to the Russell household to due with her Heat herself. Her pleading had turned desperate when she saw his wedding ring on his hand. She knew he was married. He knew he was married. It was a sin. Why was he doing this? To her? All she had wanted was for him to leave her alone. To stop looking at her, sniffing at her like she was something he could eat. Like a predator in the shadows, waiting to pounce on their prey.

And he had.

Oh yes, he had.

Lenora had remembered screaming until he had put a hand across her mouth. Flipped her over onto her stomach. Her Omega had been so busy screaming and throwing a fit in her mind that she didn’t register him pulling her dress up, yanking down her underwear, where she had slapped on a thick Slick Pad.

“No,”   She had been begging again, “Please Preacher- you’re… you’re married. This ain’t right.”

“It’s okay. No one has to know.”

There was a moment of hesitation.

Preston had taken that slight beat of silence as a yes.

Lenora had screamed again.

The brunette, young Omega had lifted up her head from the toilet bowl. The urge to vomit was still there.

Never had she ever felt this sick.

He had violated her body. Taken a piece of her that she could never get back.

Now, Lenora’s Omega was fully convinced, that she was pregnant with this fucker’s pup.

Lenora could feel the bile rise up to her throat again. She vomited into the bowl again.

Her scent of cherries and vanilla was burning. Making her eyes water.

Not to mention her Omega was throwing the biggest hissy fit known to man.

Her Omega wanted blood.

She wanted justice.

But now…

Now...

Everything had gone wrong.

Everything had been utterly ruined.

At the same time in Knockemstiff with you and Lee...

Carl was staring at you.

Actually, he had been interested in you ever since he came here.

Why would his brother-in-law be with someone like you?

It perked his interest.

So he watched you.

All the while your eyes were completely focused on the TV.

When Carl had been young, he never really stood out in crowds. He was always awkward. He discovered a love for photography when he had been young. He had been the only Beta in his family. His father had been an Alpha, his mother an Omega, his sister an Omega, and his brother an Alpha. His parents had always favored his brother over him, even though he had been the eldest.

With all the things at home… he never felt any happiness.

Photography slowly became his comfort.

The first time he had killed someone was when he had been in his early twenties. A simple knife through the neck incident.

It had also been his first picture.

Carl… Carl couldn’t begin to explain the euphoria that had run through him then.

Like a switch had flipped.

He had found his calling.

His true calling.

And when he had married Sandy, he had made it his life’s work.

Every murder, every picture… it was like a piece of heaven. Like Carl was close to those pearly white gates. Almost as if he was being baptized and made holy.

The Beta man had always used his Omega wife as bait to lure in his victims. Omegas had naturally sweeter scents. Easier to lure in prey. Carl never had an issue with his wife getting all of the men. Alphas or Betas. He knew male Omegas didn’t exist. Just like female Alphas. So, he didn’t mind that his Omega wife did the bulk of the work.

Until now.

Knowing how good Omegas smelled, it didn’t surprise him by how good you smelled either.

But you?

You smelled really, really, really good.

Even better than Sandy.

You smelled like chocolate chip cookies. Freshly baked. As if he had just pulled them out of the oven.

And your gland.

There was Lee’s bite mark on your neck. Showing the entire county who was your Alpha. Who you belonged to. Carl had noticed Lee’s bite on his gland from you looked to be there longer. Almost like you had bitten him first.

How peculiar.

In your society of Alphas, Omegas, and Betas, it was very unusual for Omegas to bite first. The majority of the time, it was Alphas who bit first. Omegas who bit first were considered unnatural. Unheard. Just like female Alphas or male Omegas. Not only that, it was considered taboo for Omegas to bite first.

So why the hell did Lee allow you, a normal, boring Omega to bite first?

It puzzled him.

For the first time in his life, he didn’t want to murder you.

For the first time in his life, he was jealous of his wife.

His wife always got her boy toys, why couldn’t he get his own babydoll for once?

Why not be greedy and have his own turn this time?

He inched closer to you. Scooted over just a bit. It made you stop.

You did not trust Carl.

Not one bit.

No.

Nope.

Nada.

Your eyes were narrowed. From where you were seated in the living room, you could still feel his stare. You were sitting on the couch. The furthest away from the Beta.

Oh no.

You were not going to sit next to him. Sandy, maybe. But Carl?

Absolutely not.

You were not sitting next to that man. That damn Beta smelled like rotten cabbage soup. You’d rather die than sit next to him.

The TV was still playing. Playing something. Maybe a sitcom? You didn’t know. Maybe it was I Love Lucy.

You had never wanted to flee from a room faster in your life. Sandy was with Lee, and you heard some conversation as they had walked through the front door. Because of their shopping trip. Bags full of groceries. You had seen Lee smile at his younger sister and laugh, his tummy shaking. It had made you smile. Having his sister here with his Omega, his Bondmate… it was good for him. Very good. He had been happier than ever.

Your mother was next door. Talking to the neighbors. You suspected she just wanted to play nice.

But you were not going to play nice with this Beta.

No.

Never.

You were not.

You would not be nice to this man. You could fake a smile and pretend to be nice, but the next time you would see him, you were going to grab your shotgun that Lee pretended you didn’t have under your bed and chase him around the house with it.

Just in case.

Although your mood was a bit better, considering tomorrow, you and your mother would be going to visit Lenora and Arvin. You missed them. You hadn’t called them in weeks.

Sandy and Lee were still unpacking the food when you had gotten up stiffly, not even sparing a look towards Carl.

Lee saw you walking into the kitchen.

His smile dropped at the sight of the sour look on your face.

Sandy watched as you grabbed the phone and spun the dial.

Spin. Spin. Spin.

Spin. Spin. Spin.

Putting the phone near your ear, you waited.

There was a shuffling noise on the other line before you heard a familiar voice.

“Hello? Who is this?”

“Emma? It’s me.”

“Oh! Hello dear. Arvin’s here, would you like to talk to him?” Emma’s voice trailed off. “Uh-huh,” you were nodding, your voice low, “I’d like to talk to him.”

Him? Who was him?

Lee and Sandy stopped with the groceries.

There was a shuffling noise again and you heard her shout.

“Arvin! Get over here! Someone’s on the phone wantin’ ya!”

Lee froze.

His jaw clenched.

“… Hey! Why haven’t you been callin’ the house? Lenora presented!” came Arvin’s voice from the other line.

You blinked.

Clearly taken aback.

“O-Oh…” More blinking, “Lenora presented? What’d she present as? Omega? Beta?”

Sandy Henderson felt her world stop. Or freeze. Like one of those record scratches on a sitcom before the episode would rewind back to its proper place.

All of a sudden, she remembered Roy Laferty’s words before he died.

Lenora. Her name is Lenora. She’s my daughter.

“… Yeah, but she’s been actin’ real funny lately. Ya think you could talk to her when you and your Ma come to see us?” Arvin’s voice from the other line brought both Sandy and Lee back.

You were nodding.

“I mean, Omega to Omega. I love her and all, she’s my little sister, but I ain’t an Omega, ya know?” Arvin said.

“Mhmmmm… I get it…. Yeah… I’ll talk to her when we get there… uh-huh… I miss you too… uh-huh… yeah… yes… I’m on my best behavior Arvin… no I’m not causin’ no trouble… I ain’t like you and your angry ass… naw… naw… shut up and smoke ya damn square Russell… mhmmm… yeah… got someone that I’d like you to meet one of these days Arvin… he’s my Alpha… love him so much…”

Sandy saw the corners of Lee’s lips curl up into a smile at that.

He was in love.

Her Big Brother was in love. She watched him come from behind you, walking towards you and gently put his hands on your shoulders, gently pushing you back towards him. She could see him bend his head down a little and rub his nose against your gland, making you giggle and squeal. Sandy saw you, watched as a smile came over your face. Your entire face lit up as you looked at your Alpha, who was deeply chuckling at your response.

There was an aching in her heart. Watching you and Lee interact was what she had wanted with Carl. A normal, loving husband. And she had that in the first few years of her marriage. Sandy had almost felt like a princess with her prince charming. Carl had been so charming.

And then the murders started happening.

Sandy had vomited the night before they had driven up to her Big Brother’s house. First, she had taken a shower and cried in it before she had actually vomited, puked her guts out into the toilet.

She had never suspected, nor expected her life to turn out like this.

She had never thought one day that she would be marrying a fucking serial killer.

No. Never.

“… Okay! Okay, yes! Okay. Bye.”

You hung up gleefully. Turning to Lee, you saw him looking so amused.

“Ya gotta stop doin’ that Lee, you’re too distractin’,” you scolded him playfully. Clearly amused, “Oh really?” Your Alpha even had his eyebrow cocked and everything. “Me? Distracting? Never sugar. I’m a good Bondmate. I always give my babydoll the space she needs.” He defended himself playfully. You just rolled your eyes. Looking at your sister-in-law, you spoke.

“Was he always like this growin’ up?” you questioned her. Sandy snorted. “Even worse,” she said solemnly with a nod. Lee just pouted.

“Gangin’ up on me. My little sister and my Omega. I’ll never forgive you two for this.”

Giggles filled the kitchen as you and Sandy snickered.

“What’re you makin’ for lunch?”

Just like that, the entire mood had shifted.

Lee had noticed you had tensed up from where you were in his arms.

Your Omega was alarmed.

Beta.

Smelly Beta is here.

Nasty Beta.

Like the church incident where you had seen the Preacher, you stiffened up. It was like you and your Omega had become one. Like you knew what the other person was thinking. In perfect sync.

Lee made eye contact with Sandy.

And then his gaze came over to his brother-in-law.

Carl was looking at you.

Lee was reminded of those leery looks other Alphas used to give his sister when they used to be young pups. Leery, predatory looks. Almost like his younger sister was something to be eaten.

Like now.

“… Lee and I bought some tomatoes. We might just make tomato soup with grilled cheese.” shrugged Sandy.

Sandy spoke your name.

You blinked.

“Lee was tellin’ me bout that book you were readin’… I haven’t been to the library in a while. You wanna go? After lunch?”

At her suggestion, you slowly nodded. Like you were coming out of a fog.

“Yeah… yeah… sounds great. Gonna go down to the Seven-Eleven, D-Lee, you want your usual?”

You had nearly slipped up.

“Yeah,” Lee said, his eyes still trained on Carl, “Yeah, that sounds good, Omega.”

“Okay.”

He pressed a kiss on the top of your head. His keys clinked together as he slipped the keys to his cruiser into your pocket. Happily humming, you said to Sandy, “Lemme get my heels on. Then we can go. Lee, ya left ya Pepsi cup in the car again… can you bring it inside to wash it?”

Nods came from your Alpha. A happy hum came from you. Maybe even a smile. Mood temporarily raised, you made your way into Lee’s room to grab your shoes.

Lee was now looking at you as you bounced down the hallway, the mere thought of slushies always putting you in a happier mood. Blue eyes continued to watch you and Sandy, watching intensely as the two of you walked to his cruiser. He saw you say something to his sister before rolling your eyes.

It was when he realized why you were rolling your eyes.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Never had Lee spud to you so fast.

You were already rolling your eyes again.

“Lee,” you were saying, “did ya forgot?” You made hand gestures to the cup that was still in the car. The chubby Alpha cursed under his breath and accepted the cup from you. Cup now in his hands. Even knowing that the two of you did indeed have an audience. He couldn’t help himself. His arms went around you, making the familiar scent of your Alpha waft into your nose. It made your Omega sigh in content. And then, and then when he dipped his head down, his tongue licking, pressing down on your gland, scenting you, reminding everyone in this godforsaken county who the hell you belonged to, you melted.

Sandy’s eyes were watering. Due to the intense phenomenons, her Big Brother was giving off. Eventually, Lee lifted his head up. His eyes were dark. That dark, deep, possessive feeling all wedged and shoved down part of him satisfied.

At least for now.

Now, now, he could look down at you. Down at the mating gland that showed his bite.

“I’ll get you your usual. Cherry?”

“Yes.”

A thrill ran down your spine.

“Okay. We’ll be back-”

The sounds of the car opening and closing were heard.

“C’mon!” came Sandy’s shout from the passenger’s seat, “We gotta still come back to make lunch!”

You turned back to look at Lee.

“Go, Omega.” He told you. With one last kiss on the top of your head, you waved at your Alpha before getting into the driver’s seat.

Only after watching you drive off with his sister to the Seven-Eleven did Lee walk back inside, Pepsi cup gripped in his hand.

And when the door closed behind him, it was too late.

Lee Bodecker had been too quick for the brunet Beta man. A pudgy hand came to wrap around Carl's throat, and the man was shoved back. Right up against the wall. His small brown eyes widening in fear.

The first time Carl had met Lee, he had snickered to himself, looking at the Alpha who was his girlfriend’s older brother.

Lee had long made peace with himself, that he didn’t look like every other Alpha he knew. Or had known in his youth.

He knew he had rolls. He knew his tummy stuck out and jiggled. That his face was chubbier and less chiseled than it had been when he was younger. He saw those stretch marks on his stomach, on his thighs that used to be red, but were now faded and looked like lightning bolts etched onto his pale, milky skin.

Lee had given no shits, that everyone probably thought of him as the fat Alpha. His body type did not bother him in the slightest. Nor did it bother you. In fact, whenever the two of you were in his bed together, you had always cuddled up to him. Soft, sweet little murmurs and mumbles about how squishy he felt around you, how he kept you so warm. The way he’d wrap his big, strong arms around you, keeping you feeling so safe and warm. Like a warm blanket.

Carl Henderson did not know this Lee.

Nor was he used to it.

This Lee… his part of his brother-in-law that Lee kept so deeply buried… this piece of darkness which bubbled to the surface.

Carl wasn’t used to his.

Lee’s blue eyes were pure black. He looked almost like he was in a Rut. His scent of chocolate bourbon burned, making Carl have a headache.

The Alpha didn’t even need to try to pick him up.

There was a slamming noise.

“She’s mine.”

Lee’s Alpha was seething.

“You don’t look at her. You don’t talk to her. You don’t sit next to her.”

Carl’s nose was burning. He coughed. His eyes watered.

Lee’s expression on his face looked downright murderous.

“If I see or hear you harmed a fuckin’ hair on her head, I will fuckin' kill you.”

The burning urge to just put a fucking bullet through Carl's head came, rushed through him again.

His mind was completely made up.

Carl needed to die.

Carl was going to die tonight.

Taglist: @greeneyedblondie44, @bxnnywriting

Series taglist: @queensIvy

#lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker x reader #the devil all the time #sebastian stan fanfiction #abo dynamics

[smutsonian]

the mobster’s little girl

pairing: mob!steve rogers x reader

summary: what happens when the big bad mobster gets blackmailed by your father to marry you? (kind of fluffy kind of not. kinda dark kinda not.)

warnings: smut, violence, death, obsessive behavior kind of, poorly written smut (for real i skipped some), innocent reader (kind of?), lil bit of angst, drowning, accidents in the kitchen, reader getting burned, not proofread, a lot of mistakes for sure (It’s a long fic and im too lazy to find the mistakes), loss of virginity skskks, oral deed (f & m), fingering skksks, kind of a handie, please let me know if i skipped some, please read at your own risk, rumlow is a warning periodt, this has crack vibes i swear idk what i was typing at some point, ddlg? (is this ddlg? jesus fuck idek anymore), dub-con but like not really?, the POV gets fucked up towards the end so goodluck with understanding this piece of sheeet

word count: 11k (what da actual fuck? this is loooong)

a/n: df am i being awkward while writing them warnings for? Holy shit that’s a long list of warnings

big thanks to @buckys-forgotten-plum​ for helping me edit <3 luv u mwah

this is a combined request of a mob!steve x innocent!reader + steve teaching reader to suck his ding-a-ding-dong

this has a sucky ending. i hate the fucking ending. 

also, i don’t got no clue on how to do spacing on tumblr so im terribly sorry for that.

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Maybe it’s because they were terrified. Maybe it’s because they know what’s out there and what evil lurks in every corner of the city. Whatever the reason is, her parents hid her from the outside world. Never was she able to step another foot out of the gates of her home. No matter how huge the mansion her parents keep her in, it still feels small and lonely. Instead of the friends that she should’ve made in kindergarten, she became friends with her parents’ employees. Instead of the high school friends that she was supposed to have, she has the few cleaners in the house. She didn’t feel like they work for her because they’ve become her friends that keep her sane for being in one place for her whole life. Being able to go somewhere that’s not the garden, the gazebo, or even the lake that became her favorite place has always been in her mind but never her heart never really demanded to go out. She gets curious at times but it’s not enough to make her go against her parents’ number one rule.

 “Never let yourself be known and never talk to anyone outside this house. If possible, keep yourself away from the entrance gates.”

Being the obedient daughter you are, you followed that rule without question. You became the daughter that your parents wanted you to be. You learned everything from your tutor. The basics of economics but mostly proper etiquette. You didn’t know why you had to learn those but you did what your parents wanted you to do without question. You always do…

 That’s why when your parents told you that you were to marry, you agreed with a little bit of hesitance. “It’s for the best, princess.” Is the only thing that your father said while your mom looked at you with a small smile. You thought that it was going to be like the ones in the movies. You imagined a magical wedding but you didn’t even have one. You were told to sign some papers and just like that, you’re married to some man you don’t even know. A man that you didn’t see until a few days after the signing of papers.

  Steve never felt so disrespected in his entire life. He’s so used to being the powerful man of the city, the country even, that never did he expect some feeble man to come barreling into his business. The Y/L/Ns… He knew of them but he knew little about them. The family is so secretive but are known to be powerful. Nobody knows how they do it but now he has been graced to learn how.

Blackmail… Along with bribery. How fucking pathetic.

He didn’t know how the man managed to acquire his plans for a rival gang but somehow, the fucker did. The rival gang that he was trying to take down for so long and managed to make a plan of action until this fucker messed everything up. The bastard wanted to marry his daughter off to him for a powerful alliance. Saying something about how both of their names would benefit from the marriage. The bastard also promised a fat amount of money that he’ll receive once he marries his daughter. The bastard knew that money has always been a problem for him by the smug look on his face. 

“It’s simple. You provide us security, we give you money. We seal the deal once you sign the papers to be my daughter’s husband.” The old fucker says with such pride in his voice. Steve gritted his teeth before making a move to toss the man out but the fucker clicks his tongue at him. “Ahh, we also wouldn’t want Rumlow to know about your plans on attacking his turf a fortnight from now, do we?” The old fuck stares at him as he waits for his answer.

 Having no other choice, Steve says yes with flared nostrils. He glares at the way the man smiles giddily while walking towards the door. Before the old man could leave, he turned back towards Steve with a serious look before pointing a finger at him. “One more thing… My daughter will be your wife but you are not to touch her. You live at the mansion with her but you ain’t allowed to touch her. Do get out of her way as much as you can. You get all the money you want by following my orders. That easy. Nice dealing with you.” The man was out the door in an instant as Steve glared at the closed door before picking up a wine glass from his desk and throwing it against the door.

   “It’s a bit weird, mother.” Is your reply when your mother came to visit you in your room and asked you about how you’re feeling given your situation. She continues to brush your hair with her fingers as she hums in response.

 “It’s not like the ones in movies, that’s for sure.” You joke, earning a chuckle from your mother.

“My situation… It’s not really normal, correct?” You pull away from your mother’s hands and turn to look at her. She lets out a sigh before turning you back around and resuming to play with your hair. “No…” She says. “We might have been a bit strict with you but we only did it for your safety. The world out there… It’s not safe.” She continues. Once again, you pull away from your mother to fully give your attention to her. “But you and father are always out there. You put yourselves in danger on the daily so why can’t I?” You look at your mother who was looking at you with an unamused expression. You let out a sigh before sighing. “I know... I know. It sounds a bit silly to ask myself to be put in danger… But what about marrying me off to some stranger! You told me that father is bringing him here after he signed the papers. He’s to live here with all of us. Mother, we don’t even know him. Why would you let a stranger into our home?” You reason out, making exaggerated hand gestures to back yourself up. When your mother makes no effort to respond to you, you retort with a scoff and an eye roll. 

“You’re so hell-bent on keeping me inside this place, claiming that it’s to protect me that you failed to realize that you’re putting all of us in danger by letting an unknown man live with us. Seems kind of idiotic to me.” 

 *SLAP*

 You look at your mother with wide eyes as you hold your left cheek as it is stinging in pain. “I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. That was disrespectful of me. I’m sorry.” You scrambled to get away from your mother, ignoring her calls as you left your room to run down the long hallway and down the flight of circular stairs. You went out of the mansion and started running down a pathway towards the lake. You were so upset and focused on getting to your destination that you didn’t see a strange man coming out of a black SUV just as you walked out of the mansion.

 You ran down the wooden dock, frowning at what you had said to your mother. You couldn’t believe how you acted just now. First, you disrespect your mother. Now, you hide yourself away like a child that got reproved for the first time. You clicked your tongue in annoyance, an action that you got from your father, as you paced around the wooden dock. “Of course, they were just trying to protect you, you stupid idiot.” You hit your forehead with your palms over and over before tilting your head backward to stare at the sky, not caring at how your eyes hurt at the blinding sun. 

 You closed your eyes after a few seconds, sighing out as you figured that you should probably go back. Your so-called husband was supposed to arrive today. You start to walk back when your foot slipped and suddenly, water enveloped your body. 

 You fell into the lake.

 You would think that being locked up in a big mansion would give you a lot of time to learn how to swim but with your luck, no one ever thought you how so now you couldn’t do anything but drown.

 Your arms flopped around you as you kicked your legs all over the place just to get some air down your lungs but you only found yourself sinking further down. You couldn’t even scream for help because you know that if you did, you would only be swallowing a whole lot of water. 

 Before you could lose your breath entirely, something grasped your flailing hand. You would’ve screamed if you weren’t pulled out of the water. Turned out, it was a hand. Not some kind of creature from the fantasy movies you’ve watched.

 You were sitting on the wooden dock, gasping for air when the sound of an annoyed huff caught your attention. You tilt your head up to see a man looking down at you with an annoyed expression. Your brain started clicking and then it hit you. He must be your husband.

 “You’re here early.” You whisper, looking down. You weren’t sure how to act around him. Around your husband. You would base it on the movies you’ve watched but so far, those movies were nothing like your life. You were sure that if you tried to act like one of the characters there, you would look like a complete buffoon. 

 “So glad to know that I’m married to a dumbass.” He cuts your thoughts off with a sneer. 

 “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall and drown like that.” You remember the lessons you had. About not engaging in someone else’s hostility. You looked down in embarrassment. You’ve never been called something vile like that so you must’ve made him really upset. He scoffs before shaking his head and leaving you on the wooden floor as he walks away.

After that encounter with your so-called husband, you never really saw him again, even though the two of you were living in the same house. It was a few weeks after the drowning incident and you made sure to not tell anyone about it and you only hoped that Steve (you had to learn his name from your mother) didn’t tell anyone about it either. You and your mother are in good terms again and she’s currently in your room again, telling you how she and your father are to spend a few months in Prague to deal with a few business hiccups. You didn’t bother to ask if you could come with but you did bother to complain about them leaving. “You’re leaving me alone with a stranger under the same roof as me?” You exaggeratedly widened your eyes at your mother. “Oh, stop it. I’ve gotten to know Steve myself. I’m sure you’ll be safe with him. He seems like a nice guy. Although, I think your father gets a little bit on his nerves.” Your mother giggles to herself and you look at her with an amused grin. “You’re closer to my husband than I am with him.” You joked which earned a sympathetic look from your mother.

 “Talk to him. He’s your husband after all.” She caresses your face. You hold her wrist as you push your cheeks towards her hold. “I’m pretty sure he hates me, mother. I have a feeling that he’s scrupulously avoiding me.” 

 “How about you bake him something, hmm? You’re wonderful at baking!” Your mother grins at your excited reaction to the mention of baking.

 “I do love to bake…” You hummed in thought before giving your mother a faux pointed look. “Alright, I will bake but only because I love to bake. So if he doesn’t want to socialize with me, then so be it. I wouldn’t care.” You huff proudly as your mother looked at you with a grin and a hint of playfulness in her eyes.

 “What is it?” You ask her.

 “Why do I get the feeling that you want to impress Steve?” She chuckles at your stunned expression.

 “You have completely lost your mind, mother. Haven’t you got a plane to catch? Go on. Say hello to Prague for me!” You push her out of your room, her laughing at your antics before placing a kiss on your forehead and leaving you to yourself.

  “Ooof!” You hissed as your finger touched the hot tray when you were pulling it out of the oven. You were making the third batch of cookies and somehow, you managed to burn your finger now. You quickly pulled the mittens off before putting the hot finger into your lips, as if sucking the pain away is possible. 

 You heard footsteps coming over and when you turned your head, you saw Steve looking at you with something you couldn’t comprehend. “H-hey.” You pulled your finger out of your mouth before hiding it behind your back like a kid. You tiptoed over the counter to reach the plate of cookies before walking over to him. “I made cookies. Would you… like to try some?” You moved the plate closer to his face but he only scowled at you before taking your right wrist and surveying your hand. He found the finger you were sucking on earlier and muttered something under his breath. You thought you heard him say ‘dumbass’ again like the last time.

 “Put cream on it.” He grumbled before leaving the kitchen. You glared at his back until he turned back around, making you wipe the glare out of your face before smiling bitterly at him. He walked towards you with a dark look until he was inches away from you. The position you two are currently in made you realize how tall he is. How he’s towering over you and how his biceps are poking out of his shirt. His crystal blue eyes are staring deep into your soul and you were almost hypnotized by it. You gulped in nervousness. You remember all the things you told your mother about this certain stranger that could possibly be a danger to you until he smirked and took the plate of cookies from the table before walking out once more, leaving you gaping at the door in confusion as your heart was beating faster than normal. From fear or something else, you do not know.

 ----

 Steve was deep in thought as he chewed on the cookies she made. It was really delicious and he hated that he liked it. He did his best to avoid the girl. He’s trying his best to avoid the girl. He did his best to hate the girl so things would be easier for him. He’s trying his best to hate the girl. He didn’t have time to babysit her. Her father is not someone he wanted to have ties with but he is. Steve didn’t want anything that has to do with that man and that includes her.

 But why is it so hard for him to keep her out of his mind?

 The first time he saw her, she had that cute little frown on her face but he found his heart skipping a beat at the sadness in her eyes. He knew he would regret following her but then he didn’t. He saw her as she fell down the dock and he didn’t know why he felt like his world stopped when he saw her gasping for air but it did. It took him his best efforts not to just dive into the lake to save her. Instead, he took her flailing hands and easily pulled her out of the waters. He wanted to keep her warm when he saw her shivering on the wooden floor but he suddenly remembered the deal. His worry was quickly converted into anger and annoyance so he managed to leave her alone, something heavy in his chest as he walked away from her.

 He hated the way she made him feel so he avoided her like a plague. Their home was big and avoiding her was really easy. It was stopping himself from going near her is the hard part. Her mother is the total opposite of her father. Her mother is a nice woman and living with the Y/L/Ns didn’t feel like a job other than her horrid father. Steve got to learn more about her through her mother. She talked about her so dearly. Steve felt his heart fall at the mention of her not leaving the mansion. It sounded like she was an animal caged in better surroundings. Steve realized why she acted so differently when he’s watching her. She seemed so… innocent. 

 Then he caught her baking cookies. It took him his best not to run towards her when he heard her hiss in pain. He watched as she tried to hide her injury from him. He didn’t know if he found it cute or annoying because she shouldn’t hide injuries from him. From anyone. If she was injured, she should get it to check as soon as possible. Then she offered him cookies. Steve swore that his heart leaped in adoration but he took the offered plate in front of him as a chance to check on her hand. He observed her fingers, internally flinching as he saw the burnt area on her index finger. “Such a clumsy little girl…” He muttered under his breath. Steve caught himself though. Why was he so worried about her? He quickly composed himself and dropped her hand. Before turning to leave. He heard her huff and he couldn’t help but to chuckle at that. He turned around to see her frowning at him only to have her eyes widened in surprise. She gave him a stubborn smile as he walked over to her, teasing her and testing her to see where her cuteness could go. Where her STUBBORNNESS could go. Did he really just say cute? 

 When he thought she had had enough, he smirked and took the plate of cookies before leaving.

 The plate of cookies that he’s currently munching on. 

 The more Steve thinks about it, the more he’s realizing that he couldn’t keep her out of his mind. It was impossible.

 The more he sees her, the more he wants to be with her. The more he sees her, the more he wants to protect her because it seems like she has a way of putting herself in danger.

 So innocent.

 So pure.

 He wanted her and he didn’t know if he could control himself anymore.

  A week has passed and things with your husband seemed to have gotten better, if one is optimistically speaking. 

 He no longer avoided you so that’s better than before. He doesn’t acknowledge you much though. He only speaks to you to correct your every move. Called you out when you were walking barefoot around the mansion, mocked you when you walked around the docks, and even demanded you to leave the kitchens alone because according to him, you don’t know how to properly use it.

 He only ever opened his mouth to speak his mind of his distaste towards you and you were starting to miss the times when he completely avoided you.

 But you ignored the insults and kept your head high up. You aren’t going to sulk. Especially not when someone’s clearly made it his goal to make you feel just that.

 That’s why you’re currently making pasta. Ignoring his demand and continuing on having adventures in the kitchen. You just finished making the sauce so now you just have to cook the pasta. You took a pot that was way bigger than your head and proceeded to fill it with water from the sink.

 You struggled to carry it over to the stove, letting out a relieved sigh once you managed to set it down. The problem though, the bottom of the pot somehow got stuck on the burner plate. You clicked your tongue in annoyance before grunting and attempting to pull on the heavy pot. It remained stuck so you exerted more effort, succeeding but managing to tilt the pot towards yourself. You let out a yelp as the cold water inside the pot spills all over you. 

 “Y/N!”

 You felt his hands before you heard his voice.

 ——

 Steve heard clanking noises from the kitchen and he just had to roll his eyes at the thought of her prancing around the kitchen. Didn’t he tell her to leave the kitchen alone? He’s just trying to stray her from the harm she could put herself in. Not that he would ever admit that out loud.

 He walked into the kitchen, just in time to see water spill over her from the boiling pot. His blood went cold as he felt his heart stopping. “Y/N!” He rushed over her knelt body, covered in water. He cautiously touched her face, being careful not to hurt her possibly burnt skin. Why can’t she just listen to him? He told her not to work in the kitchen for a reason. 

 As he touched her seemingly cold cheeks, he watched as she looked up at him with an innocent confused look. “Steve?” Her voice was so meek yet it made his ear start to ring as his heart started to beat back to life. She must’ve seen his frantic expression because her eyes widened in realization before she’s shaking her head and pointing at the fallen pot. “I haven’t boiled the water yet! See? I’m fine. I didn’t burn myself.” She had the audacity to smile cheekily at him and he didn’t know if he should be leaping in joy with her or reprimanding her for being so careless.

 Steve clicked his tongue at her, something that he must’ve picked up from her, before leaving the kitchen with a huff. Something that he’s been doing a lot whenever he’s with her.

 ——

 After he left, you took a seat on one of the chairs, recalling what just happened a few moments ago. He thought you were stupid enough to pour boiling water all over yourself. Does he really think you’re that stupid? He looked so worried though. You smiled at the thought of him possibly caring about you. 

 You let out a short squeak when you felt something falling at the top of your head. A towel. Steve wrapped it around you until your head was the only part exposed. “Whatcha grinning on about, little girl?” His voice was stern but there was a teasing tone in it. You looked up at him as he watched you. You shook your head before furrowing your eyebrows when he bought the pot towards the sink, filling it with water.

 “What are you doing?” Your voice is small as you asked him.

 “Can’t trust you with this. You might boil yourself the next time you even try.” He clicked his tongue before effortlessly bringing the pot to the stove and lighting it up. After that he walked back towards you and sat at the chair beside you, turning himself to stare back at you.

 “I thought I made it clear when I told you not to work in the kitchens?” He mockingly tilted his head before raising one eyebrow at you. You stared back at him, not knowing what to say so you just tilted your head down like a chided kid. 

 “Uh uh uh…” You felt his long fingers under your chin as he tilted your head back to face him. “What’s the matter? Did you manage to burn your tongue as well? Hmm?” You didn’t know why but the way he was talking to you is making you feel something unfamiliar in your stomach.

 When you didn’t answer, he put the hand that was on your chin to the side of your mouth, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. Your eyes fluttered when he managed to poke his thumb into your mouth and pressed it down your tongue gently.

 “Seems pretty alright for me…” He mumbles. You watched as his eyes widened in surprise when you sucked on his thumb absentmindedly. You realized what you were doing and stopped immediately. “No. No, don’t stop. Do it again.” He watched you with bright eyes as you hesitantly sucked on his thumb once more, feeling your body warming up at the current situation. 

 He slowly pulls his thumb out before rubbing it around your lips and leaning his face closer to yours. You could feel your heart panicking in fright or in excitement, you weren’t sure. You saw him close his eyes before he let out a sigh. He pulls away from you then ruffles the towel on your head. “Why don’t you go ahead and put dry clothes on? I think the pasta’s ready.” He grins before walking back toward the stove to start preparing the meal.

 You stumbled to your feet, mindlessly walking towards your room with a clouded mind.

 What was that all about?

  All Steve could ever think about was her. Her beautiful lips. Her eyes that glisten with innocence. Her nose twitches whenever she’s focused on something. The way she fits in his hold. The way she reacts under his touch. 

 He couldn’t forget about the way she sucked on his thumb unknowingly and the way her eyes became hooded from his touch. It’s obvious that she had no idea what was happening and what she was feeling and that only fueled his hunger more.

 The thought of her being hurt made him furious. It made him protective. He wants to protect her at all costs because not even the ends of her hair should get hurt. No. Not on his watch.

 Steve couldn’t take her out of her mind even if he wanted to. That’s the problem. He doesn’t want her out of his mind anymore. He doesn’t want to avoid her anymore.

 Steve accepted it. 

 He knows that he wants her and he knows that she’ll be able to have him wrapped around her precious little finger if she wants to. 

 He realized how she has a tight hold over him without even knowing it and he’s accepted that fact. 

 He’s ready to do everything for the girl and she doesn’t even know it. He’s ready to give her everything he has and everything he is. 

 He’s ready to give himself completely to her. Of course, it is if she’ll have him.

  After that encounter with Steve, you finally followed his instruction and stopped trying to make various meals in the kitchen. 

 You were craving cake so you asked one of the cooks to bake you a cake. That’s why there’s a whole cute pink cake in front of you at the kitchen counter. 

 You’re currently staring at it, thinking it’s too precious to destroy and eat but after a minute of your mouth watering, you give up and run your index finger on the sides until it is covered in icing.

 You licked your finger before sucking on it and humming at the sweet taste of the icing while your eyes are closed. When there is none left on your finger, you take your index and middle finger before sliding it on the sides of the cake to gather twice as much as the previous one.

 Your eyes are closed and lips parted slightly apart, ready to suck on your fingers one more time when a hand grips your wrist. Your eyes fly open to see Steve holding your hand while he’s looking down at your face with a boyish grin. Your eyes widened for the second time when his tongue darted out of his mouth and started licking the icing off your fingers.

 He was staring at you as he continued to lick the icing and you were starting to pull away when his lips parted wider to start sucking on your fingers. You’re frozen in shock as your eyes twitched at the sight of him sucking on your fingers. 

 You feel your heart drop when he starts groaning against your fingers. The unfamiliar feeling in your stomach made itself known again and you bit your bottom lip anxiously at the strange feelings you always get whenever Steve’s with you. 

 Your eyes follow Steve’s lips as he pulls your fingers out of his mouth with a silent pop. He looks at you with a smile before furrowing his brows. “Did you bake this?”

 “N-no! I had someone to bake it for me.” You’re quick to let him know that you didn’t make the cake. He smiled again and you just realize how giddy you feel when you’re able to make him smile like that. 

 “Really? So you finally listened to me?” He chuckles when he sees you nod shyly at him. “Aren’t you a good little girl.” He cooes before looking at the cake with a smirk. “This cake is really delicious…” He leans back to stand straight and you nodded at him in agreement. “I wonder…” 

 You let out a loud squeal when he suddenly puts his hands under your arms before pulling you up and sitting you down on the counter. You look at him with a stunned expression. “Wha—“ 

 “But I bet you taste better than this cake.” You couldn’t respond because he immediately connects his lips with yours, making your eyes pop out in shock as he continues to attack your mouth. You let out a small whimper when you feel his tongue pushing past your lips and roaming around the inside of your mouth, tickling the roof of your mouth.

 You start chuckling against his lips and he stops, looking at you in confusion. “You’re tickling me…” You point at the top of your mouth and Steve’s frown turned into a grin. His hand found their ways on the top of your knees and then he’s pushing them apart. “I know a place where I can tickle you... I’m sure you’ll like it.” He pulls you closer to him so you slide against the counter. He carefully pushes your shoulders until your back is laying on the cold kitchen counter. You feel him hiking your skirt up and pulling your underwear down before he sets your feet back on the counter, knees bent, and far apart. 

 You could feel him breathing against your skin and you could feel your body running hot while the hairs on your body stand in attention. You feel something wet run against your skin and you yelp as you sit on your elbows, looking at Steve alarmingly. His face was just in front of your core and tongue is just retreating your skin. 

 “Wh-what are you doing, Steve?” You bite your lip as you watch him stand up until he’s face to face with you. “I’m trying to make you feel good, baby. Do you trust me?” He presses his lips against yours and pulls away, waiting for your answer.

 “I don’t know…” You admit, stomach dropping at the sadness that flashes over his face.

 “Then let me show you that you can trust me. Can you let me do that?” He looks at you and smiles when you nod at him. He presses his lips on you once more, pushing you against the kiss until your back is back on the counter. He pulls away, pecking you one last time before going back to press kisses in between your legs.

 He licks up your skin, hands pressing down on your hips when you begin squirming around. You feel his mouth sucking on the bud before flicking his tongue over it. He doesn’t stop until you’re whining under him, unsure if you want him to stop or to do something else.

 “What do you want, little girl?” He breathes against your core, making your legs shiver at the sensation. 

 “I don’t know…” You whine, eyes staring at him as he stands over your body. He raises his right hand, fingers fluttering in display as he gives you a questioning look. “You want me to use this on you?” You could only nod in desperation because the feeling of emptiness when he pulled away from you is becoming too much.

 “Good girl.” You hear him whisper before going back in between your legs. You feel his fingers playing with your bud instead of his tongue and it feels overwhelming when he uses his tongue to press it against your entrance. 

 “Mmmhm” You close your eyes in delight as he continues to play with you. The familiar feeling in your abdomen makes itself known once again and this time, it’s stronger. You need more.

 “P-please…” You mutter under your breath, pulling on Steve’s hair to catch his attention. He looks at you with a proud smile before asking. “What is it? You need more? Want me to put my finger inside you, is that it?” 

 ——

 Steve smiles when she nods her head eagerly. So innocent, can’t even tell him what she wants. What she needs.

 He rubs on her clit a few more times to wet his fingers before lining a finger against her slit. He looks back at her as he starts pushing the finger in, slowing down when her hand grips her arm. 

 Steve groans at the tightness of her walls against his finger and starts to slowly pump it as he watches her face contort into a pleasured frown. When he feels her loosening up, he adds another finger that earns a low moan from her. Steve stiffens for a second when he feels his pants getting tighter in the crotch area. His cock is begging him for attention but he pays no mind, focusing on the angel in front of him.

 He spreads his fingers apart inside of her as he leans down to start flicking his tongue against her clit, smirking against it when her thighs shiver against his head. He feels her breaths starting to become uneven and he knows that she’s just about to cum so he doubles his effort, sucking her clit harshly and curling his fingers inside of her.

 Her back arches off the counter and Steve hooks an arm under her to pull her up and press her against his chest. She shakes against his hold as he helps her get through her high. She slumps against his hold, head falling down the side of his neck. 

 Steve tilts his head to look at her face, eyes hooded and forehead sweating. She looks so adorable like this. “That cake gave us such a rush, huh?” He chuckles before hooking her legs around his torso and hugging her body close to his. He feels her dozing off as he carries her to her bedroom. 

 He lays you down on the bed and tucks you under your blanket before studying your face. So peaceful. So relaxed. A smile forms on your face and Steve finds himself smiling as well.

 “Goodnight, my sweet little girl.” He presses a kiss on your forehead before walking out of your room. 

  It’s currently four in the afternoon and Steve is currently sitting on a couch in the massive living room, thinking about the night he has planned for him and his little girl. 

 After that time in the kitchen, things have been great with them. It’s been a few months and he became someone he didn’t know he could be and it was all for her. He wants nothing but the best for his girl. He gives her the ‘special treatment’ or ‘reward’ whenever she asks for it. She’ll do something nice for him to receive his special kisses but Steve knew that he’ll give her anything without her working for it. He just likes the attention he gets from her when she gets a little needy.

 Steve feels his crotch stirring under his pants at the thought of eating his little girl out. He always eats her out and makes her putty with his fingers but his cock remains abandoned. 

 He didn’t think she was ready. He didn’t want to scare his girl. He’ll wait as long as he needs until his little girl’s ready for him. For the time being, he’ll make sure to keep his little girl happy and satisfied.

 Steve’s thoughts were cut off when his little girl walked in front of him with a weird look on her face, a phone held against her right ear. He sits up in attention, his body becoming alert at the way her face scrunches up in fear as she looks at him.

 “What’s wrong, little girl?” His voice is a whisper but his tone is hard. 

 She looks at him with a frown before handing him the phone. He looks at it and listens to her as she speaks.

 “Father called… Which is weird because he never calls when they’re on a trip. Let alone a business trip. He told me that the trip would be a few months and I didn’t think they would be in some kind of situation after being gone for almost seven months… They’re usually gone longer than that. But then that guy—” She points at the phone in Steve’s hand before continuing her explanation.

 “—That guy took the phone away from my father when he’s explaining something to me about telling something to you, Steve. His name is Rumlow and he’s got a very foul mouth—” He watches as her nose scrunches up, probably at the memory of the man’s words on the phone but Steve didn’t care about that. He’s worried about Rumlow talking to you. Through your father’s phone at that!

 Steve presses the phone against his ear before asking who’s on the other line.

 “Ahh, Rogers… Where’s the little brat? I thought she’s enjoying the things I’m promising her. Told her about how my cock will make her cunt cry—” Steve feels his blood boiling at the way Rumlow is talking about his little girl.

 “What are you on about, Rumlow? What are you doing with that phone?” Steve cuts Rumlow off, voice so harsh that he sees her flinching at his tone. He smiles at her before ushering her back to her room.

 “You see… Your girl is supposed to be mine. I saw her first but imagine the surprise I got when I ask her dear daddy for her hand and he tells me that she’s married to a Steve fucking Rogers.” Steve hears Rumlow’s bitter laugh before hearing her little girl’s father groan in pain, no doubt that he took a blow from Rumlow.

 “I just want a simple deal here, Rogers. I’ll text the address and I expect to have the girl and a bag filled with… I don’t know, ten million dollars? If you’re too broke then just bring the girl. I’m sure she’ll make the lack of ten million with her pretty little cunt.” Rumlows cackle was heard along with the cries of your parents. He must’ve held them as hostages. 

 “Do that and her parents stay safe. Be here at 9 pm sharp or it’s bye-bye for her lovely parents. Tik-Tok, Rogers. Tik-Tok…” Steve almost crushes the phone into pieces in his hand when Rumlow hangs up on him. Rumlow holds your parents as hostages and dares to speak about you like that. He’ll fucking kill him.

 The phone buzzes and he sees the address Rumlow sent him. They were no longer in Prague. They’re back here...

 Steve makes a move to call his best man, Bucky, when he hears sounds coming from her room. He quickly runs over, throwing her door open to see her shoving a bunch dollar bills into a huge bag while a phone is pressed against her neck and her shoulder. 

 Steve’s heart falls at the sight of tears falling down her face. She must’ve heard everything with the connecting phone lines. He sighs before walking over to his girl and steadying her by holding her shoulders in a firm grip. “Everything will be alright. I’ll call someone to fix the problem. They’ll clear the building, catch the bad guy, and then your parents will be home in no time!” Steve gives her a smile but it doesn’t work. Her face is still wet with tears as she shakes her head in disagreement.

 “No! The b-bad guy will harm my parents if he sees your men without me! I don’t w-want anything bad happening to my family, Steve. I-I don’t want that!” He pulls her against his chest as he sobs and shakes against his hold. Steve runs a comforting hand on her back before sighing in defeat. 

 “Fine. We’ll save your parents but I have to call my friends for backup. And you have to stay as far away from the fighting. I’ll have my best guy, James, be with you the whole time. You can trust him, he’s my best friend. You need to stick with him because he’ll keep you safe, got it?” He gives her a firm yet gentle look, jaw clenching when she nodded eagerly at him before continuing to fill the bag with cash. 

 He makes his calls and in no time, they’re driving towards the address Rumlow sent him.

  Steve parks the car a few miles away from the building where her parents are being held as hostages. He looks at his little girl who’s currently wearing sweatpants and his hoodie which looks pretty big on her. He smiles at the sight before letting out a shaky breath. 

 “You gotta stay here, okay? I promise that I’ll get your parents out safely. You don’t have to worry about them because I’ll protect them for you, okay? You trust me, little girl?” He watches her as she reluctantly nods her head. He sighs at that before handing her a pistol gun. “You know how to use one?” He asks, surprised to see his little girl nod. She must’ve seen his surprised look because she looks down before explaining, “I had basic shooting lessons.”  He smiles at his little girl before nodding. 

 He gets out of the car before walking around and opening the door for his girl and helping her out. He sees James walking over to them and he nods at his friend in acknowledgment before looking back at his girl. “This is Bucky. He’ll keep you safe. Stick with him, alright?” He watches her girl as she observes his friend with her adorable curious eyes.  

 “The others are already surrounding the building. Backup is also ready. Just say something and they’ll attack. Good luck out there.” He smiles at Bucky’s words before kissing his girl’s forehead.

 “Please stay safe, Steve.” His girl mutters and he feels his heart skip a beat at that moment. “I will. Anything for you, little girl.” He turns to leave, hearing his girl one last time before disappearing. 

 “That’s a nice-looking vest, Mr. Bucky.”

  Everything was going well for Steve. Rumlow’s men are really weak and easy to take down and when Rumlow realized that, he ran. He ran away like the coward he is. He ran out of the building and that was that. At least, that’s what Steve thought. 

 He was able to see her parents and he quickly untied them, her mother thanking him endlessly while her father only grumbled his thanks once. 

 He was guiding the couple out of the building, surprised to see his little girl standing a few miles away from them with Bucky. He sees her eyes brighten in relief that made all his worries disappear. 

 He was walking with her parents when he heard the cocking of a gun beside his head. 

 “Not so fast.” A raspy voice speaks beside him.

 Rumlow…

 Before Steve could even move, a bang was heard. Followed by another bang that has his ears ringing in pain. He closes his eyes to ease the aching in his head or his body. Was he shot? 

 His eyes fly open when he remembers that his girl is also out in the open and his eyes quickly darts over towards her.

 To his surprise, his girl is holding the gun he gave her earlier in his direction. 

 Steve quickly scans the couple near him for injuries when he hears someone groaning below him. He finds Rumlow laying on his back, legs bleeding while his arms are spread out. 

 He looks back at his girl, a sense of pride filling his system. His girl just did that. 

 He watches as his girl runs towards him with her arms wide open, ready to envelop him in a hug. 

 Steve grins before he hears Rumlow muttering and everything seems to be moving in slow motion. 

 “If I can’t have her… Then nobody can!” Rumlow spits before a loud bang go out.

 Steve’s eyes grow wide when he sees the bullet piercing through his hoodie and into his girl’s chest. 

 His heart stops when he sees her falling down into Bucky’s arms and onto the cold ground. 

 Her mother’s cries filled Steve’s ringing ears as well as her father’s curses as he tried to console his wife.

 Steve quickly kicks the gun from Rumlow’s hand before kicking the bastard’s face repeatedly until he’s unconscious. He releases all his anger on the bastard who shot his little girl by bending down and throwing punches down the unconscious man. He keeps punching until he sees Bucky carrying his girl towards them. 

 He pulls back from a bleeding Rumlow before running towards Bucky and taking his girl from his best friend. He brushes some stray hair away from her forehead before observing her face. 

 “Call the fucking ambulance!” He barks at nobody but Bucky follows his order, quickly fumbling with his phone and calling their mob doctor. 

 Steve was about to rip his hoodie off his girl when her eyes suddenly flew open, gasping for air. 

 Steve’s heart stops for a second, he doesn’t know if it’s from shock or relief but he’s grateful to see his little girl alive and breathing. He feels her wrap her arms around his neck, burying her face on the side of his neck as she catches her breath. He wraps his arm around her shaking body, gripping her tight and pulling her body against his like he’s afraid that she’ll slip away from his grasp.

 “Mother. Father. I’m so glad you’re okay!” He hears his girl talking to her parents who are currently behind him. He should let her go to reunite with her parents but he doesn’t. He keeps her against his body. 

 “Are you okay, dear?” Her mother asks and he feels his girl nodding against his neck. His girl finally pulls away from him before tugging on the hoodie she’s wearing and pulling it up to reveal a bulletproof vest. 

 Bucky’s laughter fills the air and everyone turns to look at him. “You little genius!” He exclaims before pointing at his little girl. “She kept bothering me about my vest and didn’t stop until I gave her one! Ah... You got yourself a keeper and a smartass, Steve!” He continues to laugh, her parents soon follow Bucky until everyone is laughing as well. 

 Everyone’s laughter is cut off by Rumlow waking up before gasping for air just like you were a few moments ago. 

 He pulls his girl against his chest, blocking her view from Bucky who gets his gun out before pointing it towards Rumlow’s head. 

 Steve covers his girl’s ears before another bang goes out. The last one for the night.

  “I’m really fine, Steve. Dr. Banner said I was fine! No scars and all, see?” You pull your hoodie up to assure him. You watch him stare at your skin, probably looking for scars before he forces your hoodie down with a frown as he bites his lip. 

 “You can’t just pull your shirt up like that. People might see.” His hushed and commanding voice makes you gulp and nod apologetically. 

 You look around as he walks the both of you towards the lake. “But there’s nobody around, Steve.” You whisper, looking down at the dirt as you walk with him. 

 You feel his warm fingers under your chin before your head is tilted up so you’re looking directly up at him. “You really are a smartass, huh?” He smirks, feeling your body warm up against his hold before throwing his arm around your shoulders to continue walking.

 Steve holds you close as the both of you walk down the dock under the darkness of the night. He stops just at the end of the dock before turning to face you. 

 You admire his face, looking so enchanting under the light of the moonlight. “You remember the first time we met?” He asks, grinning at your embarrassed reaction which is you chewing your bottom lip. He caresses your face before running his thumb across your lips, stopping your teeth’s attacks on your lips.

 “How you’re taught to shoot a gun but not how to swim will always be a mystery.” He chuckles, smiling down at you and you watch him as he does just that. He’s just so pretty to look at.

 “You really scared me tonight, little girl…” His sad tone made your eyebrows shoot up in worry. “I-I didn’t mean to, Steve! I’m so sorry.” You frown at yourself but he brushes his fingers on the wrinkles you made between your eyebrows which makes you relax just a bit.

 “I was supposed to be the one protecting you. Not the other way around.” He lets out a sigh before looking at the water. “But thank you. Thank you for doing that. And for trusting me. I know you were a little hesitant with trusting me but you still did. So thank you for that. It means a lot.” Steve looks back at you and smiles. You feel your heart fluttering at his smile but it also breaks at his words. You wanted to tell him that he’s wrong but you are cut off by a bunch of lights.

 You gasp at the lights that start to flicker all around you. You do a slow full 360, looking at the trees that are covered with fairy lights, the side of the docks are covered with lights as well, and the darkness is soon replaced by a whole bunch of lights. Your heart starts to jump when you hear slow music playing in the background and it feels like every time you do a full 360 turn, something new presents itself. 

 Everything seems so magical, so pretty and so… Something straight out of the fairytale movies that you watch. 

 You turn to face Steve again only to find him gone. You frown before looking down to see him down on one knee, a red velvet box in his hand which he holds towards you.

 You feel yourself grinning with so much joy running through your system and you can’t help but to let out a squeal when the velvet box opens to reveal a very pretty diamond ring. 

 “Little girl… Will you make me the happiest man alive by marrying me?” He asks, uncharacteristically shy which makes you giggle. You start giggling more which makes Steve lick his lips as his eyes flash his nervousness. 

 “Steve, you’re so dumb.” You mumble through giggles. 

 “Huh?” Steve slowly stands up, looking at you with sad eyes.

 “We’re already married! We both signed the papers!” You point out the obvious, stopping your giggle fit before kissing him on the lips.

 “Don’t be sad, Steve… I accept your proposal… Even though we’re already married.” You giggle once more before letting him put the ring on you.

 He guides you until the both of you are sitting on the edge of the dock, feet dangling down the water.

 “I just wanted you to have a normal yet magical experience even just for a moment,” Steve whispers after a few minutes of silence.

 “That’s kind of useless.” You automatically say.

 “What? Why?” Steve feels his heart fall at your words. Is he doing this whole thing wrong?

 “I already feel like that whenever I’m with you.” You state, looking at him like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

 Steve feels his heart beat an extra mile but he also feels relieved that he’s indeed doing it right. 

 You grin at the sight of Steve blushing in front of you. You never thought that the man who was so hard on you the first time you met was going to be a blushing mess in front of you right now.

 “Hey, Steve?” Your voice cuts the thin air and he looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah?”

 “You know how I saved your life earlier…” Steve smiles at your bashful expression that he finds so adorable.

 “Mhmm…” He nonchalantly hums.

 “Well… I was thinking…” You bite your lip in nervousness and embarrassment at the question you’re about to ask him.

 “What is it, little girl?” His voice is matched with a chuckle as he gives you a grin.

 “Can I have a reward for that?�� You blurt out.

 Steve feels his cock stir in his pants at her words. He bites his lip before standing up and helping her up as well.

 “I’ll give you everything you want, little girl. It doesn’t have to be a reward. You ask for it, you get it, is that clear?” He gives you a questioning look before smiling when you nod eagerly at him.

 “Now, what is it that you want as a reward?” 

 ————-

He trails kisses from your forehead to your nose, nose to your cheeks, cheeks to your neck. He purposely skips your lips with a grin and starts feasting on your neck. He licks and sucks on a spot he knows too well, earning an adorable squeak from you when he teasingly bites on the skin. “S-Steve!” You gasp, hands going straight to his head, fingers sliding through his soft hair. He continues nipping on your neck until your head tilts back and a quiet moan escapes your lips.

 He pulls away to look at you and then smirks.

 “You want me to give you those special kisses for your rewards?” He cocks a brow before smiling when you nod your head eagerly at him. “Y-yes please.” 

 Steve wastes no time to pleasure you. His little girl.

 He dives for your glistening core and groans in pleasure at your taste. He uses his tongue to stimulate you through your clit, enjoying the way your body shakes under his hold.

 Steve listens to your moans and whimpers like a song and uses it as motivation to keep you a writhing mess under him. “Please, S-Stevie…” He hears you cry under him, reaching your hands towards his hands and pulling it closer to his face as he tongues your clit. 

 Steve chuckles at your needy behavior but complies, not missing the nickname leaving your lips. Anything for his little girl.

 Steve easily enters a finger into your wet core, groaning at your warmness and wetness before adding another finger. He sees your face contorting into a mix of pleasure and pain. Steve leans down to kiss your clit and flicks his tongue faster to distract you from the pain.

 “A-aah” He watches your eyes rolling back when he begins to spread his fingers inside you. Another finger enters and you’re crumbling against his fingers, walls closing around his fingers as you cum undone under him. He pulls away from you before reaching for your face and kissing you hungrily. He smiles against the kiss when he feels you return the kiss with the same hunger.

 He feels you pulling away and he lets you, frowning a little when he sees you looking at him timidly. His hand carefully reaches for your face, knuckles gliding down for cheeks smoothly. “What is it, little girl?” 

 He watches you bite your lip before looking at him with half-lidded eyes. “I w-want to give you special kisses too…” Steve freezes as he feels his cock getting harder than before. He feels your hands reaching for his member, giving him a look before gulping. “C-can you teach me? I want to make you feel good too…” 

 Steve doesn’t know which is beating harder; his cock or his heart, maybe both… Probably both. You do that to him. Only you. His little girl. 

 Steve finds himself gulping as well. “You don’t have to, litt—” 

 “I want to!” You’re quick to cut him off. Almost eager, he notices. He lets out a nervous laugh before nodding. “Okay, okay… I’ll teach you.” He doesn’t miss the way your eyes light up from his approval. He smiles at you before guiding your hands that’s currently holding his hard member.

 “Just do this gently…” He guides your hands up and down his shaft, head going crazy at the sight of your hands not being able to cover his huge cock. He bites his lip, willing himself to hold on and not cum on your hands so early.

 “C-can I kiss it now?” He looks down at you, sitting on the mattress as your innocent eyes look up at him while he stands on the ground. “Go ahead, little girl. Try it.” He encourages you, smiling when you press a quick kiss on his tip. His jaw clenches when you press another kiss, longer this time. 

 Steve’s eyes flutter when he feels your tongue dancing around his tip. You begin to lick along the shaft and then under, making Steve groan wantonly. 

 Steve lets out a frustrated huff when you quickly pull away from him. “I-I’m sorry. I was just doing what you did to me. I-I didn’t mean to hurt you!” Your eyes are teary and Steve realized that his moans made you think that you hurt him.

 He sighs before leaning down to your face, giving you an assuring smile before kissing your nose. “You didn’t do anything wrong, little girl. You’re doing everything right. In fact, you’re doing so great that my friend down there couldn’t help but to go wild under your touch.” He points at his member before grinning at your widened eyes.

 “I’m going to guide you. There’s no reason to be afraid. If you want to stop, just tap me and we will stop. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, okay?” He waits for your response and lets out a breath of relief when you nod.

 He stands back up, putting your hands on his behind and guiding your face just in front of his cock. “Open wide, little girl.” He sings and grins when you do as told. He holds the back of your head but never pushes you, leaving you to go at your own pace.

 You push yourself forward, taking him halfway before pulling back and pushing yourself back to him. His moans of pleasure push you to do more so you do. You swirl your tongue on his tip as you bob your head, smiling at the loud moan that leaves his lips. 

 “You little tease…” He breathes out, his grip on your head getting tighter but not enough to hurt you. He feels the vibration of your laughter on his cock and he lets out another cry of pleasure.

 Feeling confident with yourself, you push yourself forward until his tip hits the back of your throat, making you gag.

 He helps you as you pull away from him, looking down at you with his flushed face. He studies your face, eyes shadowed with lust, making his heart do somersaults. He wipes the tears on your face before saying, “Breathe through your nose, okay?” He watches you nod and chuckles when you go back for his cock, taking him deep at a slow pace and staying there for a second before pulling slightly away. “That’s my good girl…” He moans as you continue to take him, teasing his tip with your tongue when he suddenly pulls you away from him.

 “Did I—” He cuts you off with a kiss, groaning against your lips and pushing you until you’re lying on your back with him on top of you. “You did great. I just want my cum somewhere else…” He catches your lips when you bite on them, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth.

 He pulls away, guiding your body until he’s kneeling between your thighs, one hand on his cock while the other is on your thigh. “Is this okay?” He asks when he places the tip of his cock on your slit.

 You gingerly nod, whimpering when he slides his cock on your sensitive clit. “P-please…” You have no idea what you’re begging for but he seems to know what he’s doing. 

 “Do you trust me, little girl?” Steve asks, looking at your face with hopeful eyes.

 “Yes, Stevie. I trust you.” Steve’s heart warms up at how fast you answered his question. He nods before sliding a few more teasing thrusts into your folds and clit before slowly sliding his tip into your slit. He stops to look at your face that’s contorted into a frown. He leans down your face to kiss your frown away and kisses your lips as well, hoping to distract you from the pain. 

 Steve pushes his cock deeper when he feels you relax under him. He pushes slowly and stops when he’s fully in, groaning when your walls hug his member tightly. “Fuck!” He hisses before looking at you. “You okay?” He asks, smiling when you nod at him, eyes closed. He kisses your lips before pulling halfway and thrusting into you once more, earning a little whimper from you.

 “How are you feeling, baby?” You try to ignore the nickname, opening your eyes and looking straight at his eyes. “G-good. Please move, Stevie.” You press your palms against his chest. He pulls halfway out before shoving himself inside you again, repeating this action until you’re moaning loudly under him and clutching his biceps for support.

 Steve feels your walls fluttering around him, alarming him that you’re close. He knows he’s close as well so he helps you reach your peak by rubbing your clit with his fingers, groaning at how your walls tighten around him.

 Steve listens to your cries of pleasure as your walls clamp down on his cock as you cum, making him cum as well and milking him. Your body shakes under him and both of you breathe heavily as you try to catch your breath. He falls to your side, his arms enveloping around you to pull you against his chest into a warm and strong embrace.  

 “It’s official. We just consummated our marriage... I’m all yours just as much as you’re all mine.” He stares at your face, watching your eyes as you fight yourself from falling asleep.

 “I fucking love you, little girl.” He lazily says, brushing your face with his fingers. You stare at him sleepily, listening to the beat of his heart.

  “The fuck is he doing?” Your father grumbles as he watches Steve prance around the kitchen.

 “He’s making our daughter breakfast. I think our daughter broke him.” Your mother snickers at the way your father looks at Steve in disbelief. 

 “You tellin’ me that he touched Y/N?!” Your father fumes, getting ready to walk up to the man in the kitchen before your mother stops him.

 “Oh, hunny. Would you stop that? They’re married. And Y/N is an adult. They both are. They can do anything they want. And I can see that Steve really loves our daughter. The way he acted after Y/N got shot. Not to mention the part where he literally saved our asses. Your ass.” Your mother berates your father who just huffs in response before leaving. Your mother chuckles before following her husband, ready to give him a piece of her mind.

  “You made cookies without me?” Steve’s heart flutters as you pout at him. “I want to make cookies too…” You mumble under your breath. You just woke up from your sleep when Steve entered the room with a plate full of cookies.

 “I didn’t want you getting into any accidents, little girl.” Steve chuckles when you take one cookie before grumpily munching on it. He watches as your eyes light up before covering it up with a frown. “Will you stop calling me little girl?”

 “Never.” He simply says. You huff and Steve couldn’t help but to chuckle at your cuteness.

 “Your cookies aren't even that good. I make better cookies.” You mumble before taking another cookie from the plate and munching on it. Steve raises an eyebrow at you before shaking his head. “I know you do, little girl. I know you do.” He smiles at you before making a move to sit beside you. 

 “No! Wait! Stay there.” You point a finger at him before fumbling around the sheets as if looking for something. 

 “You okay?” Steve asks, eyes shooting open when you jump out of the bed to stand in front of him, only the sheets covering your body. You realize this and quickly pull on the hoodie from last night before looking back at Steve with a grin.

 “Hi,” You start, earning a confused look from Steve. “Hello?” He chuckles when you look at him with so much excitement that you’re literally bouncing on your toes.

 “I want to give you something.” 

 “What is it?” Steve watches your fist as you hold it against his face before opening it, revealing a gold ring that looks to be vintage or a hundred years old.

 “Where’d that come from, little girl?” Steve whispers.

 “Can I put it on you? Will you marry me too?” You ignore his question, too excited to listen to anything. Steve laughs before nodding, watching you with adoration as you giddily put the ring on him. 

 “There! So pretty! You’re so pretty, Stevie!” You continue to admire the ring on his finger when he takes your chin with said hand, making you look up at him. 

 “Thank you, little girl.” He leans down to press a kiss on your lips before pulling away with a smile.

 “My father gave it to me.” You blurt out, making Steve’s eye widen just a bit. 

 “Your father?” He asks, not sure about what’s happening.

 “Yes. He came here earlier. Told me that you deserve the ring and that you should never make him regret anything?” Steve listens to you, you obviously don’t know what your father did but it’s enough for Steve to understand.

 “Oh… And Stevie?” He looks at you, smiling and asking you if you need something.

 “I love you too.” You grin at him.

 Steve stares at you for a moment before feeling tears sliding down his cheeks.

 He makes a quick move towards you, pulling you in a tight embrace and pampering your face with kisses.

 “I love you, little girl. Thank you for saying it back.” He mumbles against your hair before pressing a kiss on your lips once more.

 “Stop calling me little girl!” You grumble against him.

 He only chuckles at you before shaking his head. “No. You’ll always be my little girl.”

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a/n: omfg if you finished all that, congratulations you just wasted a whole lot of ur time but thanks for wasting it on me 3;-)

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers au #mob!steve rogers #steve rogers x you #steve rogers oneshot #au #mobster au #Steve Rogers

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

What if you’re hanging out with Bakugou and like, he starts talking about something he’s super passionate about/proud of, or your with the squad doing stupid shit loudly, or just some exciting thing with Katsuki. Just seeing the giddiness he has about something, and feeling the adrenaline, smiling a wide grin and laughing aloud “God, I fucking love you”. Can be establish relationship or a confession, I just liked the idea :)

plEASE THIS IS NOW MY LIFE BLOOD THANK YOU SM FOR THIS

here’s a quick lil pre-relationship blurb, hope u enjoy <3333

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You’re sitting in common room, assignments spread out on coffee table as you sat on the floor. Bakugou was sitting behind you on the couch, legs pulled up and crossed beneath him. He’d finished all of his work hours ago- of course- and currently seemed to be doing nothing but hanging around and clasping his hands together and... focusing really hard?

“What, uh, whatcha doin’ there, blasty?” You ask tenatively, hand still wrapped around your pencil. “What’s going on with your hands, huh?”

“Don’t call me that, idiot.”

You roll your eyes. Even through the fond tone of his voice, Katsuki still chose to call you names anyway.

“I’m just tryin’ something.” He finally says, once again pressing his hands together. “Go back to your fuckin’ work or something. Stop prying and leave me alone.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

You turn back to your work, scribbling down a few more answers. He never really leaves your peripheral vision though- you couldn’t help but focus on him. Katsuki was just being so weird, sitting there in utter silence other than a few grunts of effort and the sound of his hands smacking together. You were content at first, to just sit and watch, mildly surprised but otherwise just intrigued by his unusual behavior.

Until you hear a tiny, smothered, explosion.

“What did I tell you about exploding the common room, Bakugou?” You sigh, dropping your pencil and turning to face him. “The school’s not gonna pay for it again.”

He’s silent again, not even registering your words as he concentrates.

“Are you even listening to me? The damage was so bad last time! They’re not gonna help y-“

Boom.

A massive, room-silencing boom that almost splits your eardrums. It’s like the sound of a plastic bag popping, amplified by a 1000 decibels, his cupped hands forming a funnel of pure sound, and your ears are aching, screaming, bleeding and you jump nearly ten feet in the air, settling back on the ground heart racing and breath stuck in your throat- and is he laughing? Katsuki is laughing. He’s laughing and laughing and shaking his hands out and rocking in place as he smiles.

You knew you liked him before- had for a long while. When he was around your heart fluttered wildly and you couldn’t stop smiling- nearly always choking down laughter as he threatened others. He was loud, and brash, and angry, but you liked him anyway. Those were things you knew, things you could predict, but this was something else entirely. Something you didn’t know, couldn’t know, and had never been allowed the priviledge to see before.

He’s laughing and when you look at him he seems dazed- smiling stupidly, grin stretched up to crinkle crow’s feet around happy eyes. Eye’s that are suddenly alive, like you’ve never seen them before- they’re striking, burning embers of unadulterated life and searing red, red, wildfire.

It’s hits you then. Almost knocks the wind right out of you the same way the blast did.

Bakugou is beautiful.

He is so, so, beautiful in ways that you never understood, couldn’t have ever hoped too before now. He is laughing and smiling so fully, glee and wonder stretched across a face that usually held nothing but frown lines- in that moment it almost hurts to look at him. The Bakugou before you is so childlike, and pure, and secure in his joy that it makes your chest tighten. You can hardly catch the breath needed to form your words.

“Wow- that’s-“

“Fuckin’ loud! I know, right? Listen, listen,” He shouts, cupping his hands once more. There’s a quick flash of light, before he smothers his hands together, and then another loud boom that shakes your bones in your skin. “Did ya fuckin’ hear that? Hah?”

“Yes, I did.” You laugh. “Couldn’t a missed if if I tried.”

“I been practicin’,” He starts, words fast and overwhelmingly proud as he nearly screams. “Been tryin’ to make the just the sound, so I can scare those fuckin’ idiots!”

“Who?”

“Shitty hair and Dunce face! Who the fuck else?” He laughs again, pointing a red palm towards you. “See this shit? Took all the force. Knew I could fuckin’ do it!”

You were stunned. Bakugou- he..... was entertained by the sound alone? He was so very thrilled all because of a loud noise?

Suddenly, he looks much younger to you in that moment- like all his teenage insecurity and wild expectations for himself have just melted away. There’s no anger, no anxiety, no front- just Bakugou.

“God, and it fuckin’ worked on you too!” He shouted. “Shoulda seen your stupid fuckin’ face- looked like you had a goddamn heart attack!”

“I did! Bakugou, you fucker! I did have a heart attack, thank you!” You huffed, but you weren’t really angry. Didn’t really think you ever could be when he smiled at you like that. “Why wouldn’t you warn me?”

“Didn’t know it’d actually happen.” He shrugs. “Thought of it this morning and just fuckin’ got it now.”

“Oh my god- is that why you rushed to get your work done?” You laughed incredulously. “So you could play explosions all afternoon?”

“It’s not-I’m not fuckin playing explosions, shitty woman!” He barks. “It’s a new trick! And a fuckin’ cool one at that so you better give it the goddamn respect it deserves! You got that?”

“Yeah, got it.” You stood, shoving at his shoulder. “But don’t fucking do it again! My ears are bleeding.”

He just smirks something small and contained as he holds eye contact. His hands begin to come together and your stomach drops,

“Bakugou, no! Don’t-“

Boom.

When the ringing clears from your ears, all you can hear is his laughter again. The way it fills the room and warms your heart, and makes him so very beautiful that it’s hard for you to breathe. His smile and his crinkled eyes are all you can see, all you think. This moment- this Bakugou, feels like it might be just for you to keep.

He looks up at you, eyes a perfect mirror of unguarded flames and blistering firestorm.

I love him. You realize. I love him.

#bnha bakugou #bakugou x y/n #bnha bakugo katsuki #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bnha fic #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #mha fic #bakugou scenarios #bakugou drabble #bakugou imagine

[mattsunnn]

Title : Fucking Brat

Character/s : Bakugou Katsuki

Warning/s : brat taming, punishment, spanking, orgasm denial, degradation (like ghorl), choking, fingering, dumbification(slight), finger sucking😌, did I miss smth?

A/n : something that I came up with BECAUSE WTF 200 FOLLOWERS?? YOU- T—T THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!! ILYSM

He’s mad at you. You can clearly see it on his blazing eyes as he glared at anything on his way while driving to your apartment. He has a tight grip on the steering wheel that you gulped at, you realized that you fucked up so bad today.

“Katsuki?” You received no response from the blonde. You looked down nervously on the hem of your dress, thinking that today was somehow different than the others. You can feel the heat of his anger as he motioned for you to get out of the car before gripping your arm and pulling you to the front door, slamming the wood with a loud slam.

“Bedroom. No clothes.” His simple words brought a shiver down your spine as you quickly followed his orders, walking to your shared bedroom and shredding yourself from your dress and undergarments, leaving yourself bare to the person yet to go in.

Let’s have a throwback on what you did. Today was a scheduled reunion for 1-A class in a nearby fancy restaurant. You were very much excited to see your old friends that was now successful as pro-heros just like you and Katsuki. It started simple, you go in and say your hellos while you hug each other excitedly.

Katsuki was his usual self but nodded to his old classmates as a greeting, except for Deku and Shoto. The two was getting along well, since they both attend the same agency. When the two saw you, Deku was elated to see you again. He’s your bestfriend-more-like-a-brother in your life, he hugged you due to his excitement and it didn’t miss Katsuki’s piercing glares as you hugged back the number 1 pro-hero as well.

What made his anger worse? Well, you had eye contact with him and you teasingly hugged Deku closer to your body while smirking at him. You added more fire when you also hugged Shoto, smiling innocently towards your boyfriend whose grip on the cup has tightened until the content was spilling from the lack of space.

You were so deep in your mind that you didn’t even notice Katsuki’s presence until he has a hand wrapped around your throat, pulling your face closer to him, “You like being a fucking brat, don’t you?” You can only let out a whimper in response.

He threw you to the bed, your body bouncing as you gasped at the force. Shaking his head in disappointment, he started to undo his tie then unbuttoning the sleeves, “Fucking around with me and hugging those pieces of shits. You even have the audacity to look at me innocently.”

He then focused his hands on his shirt, undoing the buttons while staring at you so intently, “Pressing yourself up to that Stupid Deku, you’re such a slut.”’ He scoffed, throwing his now discarded shirt before bringing his body down towards you, his arms on both sides of your head to support his weight. He gave you a sinister grin, his eyes piercing through yours, “Where’s the confidence from awhile ago? Pathetic.”

You whined, leaning up to capture his lips in a desprate attempt to have yourself be forgiven. He moved his face away, smirking down at you when you wailed in frustration. “You really think I’ll let you kiss me after that stunt? What a dumb bitch you are.” Katsuki wrapped his hand around your throat again, pulling you up until your noses are touching. “Think again.”

You couldn’t help but to rub your thighs together, feeling how wet you are inbetween. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Please, I’ll never do that again-“

“We both know that’s a lie, baby girl. We both know you’ll do everything just to get your cunt filled, just to get you cumming like the slut you are.” Shaking his head at you, he landed a slap on your core that had you jolting in both pain and pleasure. He smirked at your reaction before rubbing his palm on your lower lips, spreading your arousal everywhere. Thumb reaching your clit, he starts to rub harsh circles as his lips traced the curve of your breast, soon finding your right bud that was immediately captured by his lips, sucking and nibbling.

You let out moans and wails from the stimulations, thinking that this doesn’t feel like a punishment at all so you decided not to speak or tell anything about it. Katsuki suddenly chuckled, pulling his fingers away from your cunt and his lips away from your nipples, “You getting cozy? That’s what you would be feeling right now if you have only behaved, slut.”

The emptiness on your hole has you whining in frustration, hands flying up to grip on his shoulders or neck, and he let you be, smirking at how pathetic and desperate you look right now. “Please, Daddy. I promise I’ll be good! Be a good girl for you! I’m sorry, Daddy. Please, forgive me.” He watched the tears pool in your eyes before rolling down your cheeks. You looked so pretty crying under him, begging for his forgiveness just to have his fingers on your cunt, on your puffy clit.

“Are you going to behave now?” Katsuki asked, raising an eyebrow at you as he took off his belt, discarding his lower clothes. You couldn’t help but stare in awe once his cock showed itself, springing up to his abdomen, big and thick despite only being semihard.

Your husband laughed, leaning down towards you to wipe the saliva falling from your opened lips with his thumb, “Have you gone dumb? You’re drooling just from the sight of my cock.” He chuckled before slipping his finger to your mouth. Wrapping your lips around the digit, you start to suckle as he groaned at the feeling of your tongue brushing against the pads.

He admired you, smiling slightly as he gazed down at your teary eyed face, glossy orbs and red cheeks. The power he had on you was a consolation you drown yourself into, him asserting dominance to your meek self is something you revel at. He’s grateful for that. It warms his heart to know that you trust your husband that much to let him do the things that is somewhat unusual. But today is about putting you in your place and knowing who owns you.

He pulled away from your mouth, using his other hand to insert two fingers on your cunt, smirking at the easy entrance, knowing that it was your arousal that helped him. “So wet. Were you anticipating this? You really want a cock in your hole that much?” You blushed deep red on his words but didn’t deny it.

“Your cock, Daddy. Only your cock!” You cried out when he added a finger and pushing in knuckle deep, he curls them just the right way to graze on your g-spot, sending you jolts of pleasure as he continued to abuse the spot. He then used his other hand to rub your clit with two of his fingers that was covered in your saliva.

You’re trembling, legs quaking while letting out whines and moans that has Katsuki’s cock throbbing and leaking precum. He continued his ministrations, never stopping ad he watched your face for any signs of orgasm nearing. He gave a sinister smile when he hears you say “Cummin’!”, pulling his fingers away and standing up.

“Daddy!” You whined, tears running down your cheeks as your orgasm was stopped. Katsuki chuckled, opening your legs and slinging one over his shoulder, “Don’t worry, Babe.” He groaned once he has fully sheathed himself in you. His cock throbbed once he felt your warm walls capturing his length, his eyebrows furrowing when you clamped down on him when his head touched your cervix.

You let out soft huffs of ‘Daddy’, the only name present on your mind. You felt so full with just his cock, your body unconsciously tried to take him deeper as your hips moved upwards towsrds him, wriggling them to also get friction. Katsuki huffed, placing his hands on your hips to stop you with a tight grip, “Greedy slut. Stay still and let me fuck you.”

You nodded wordlessly, eyes clenching shut with a wail when he pulled put before driving back in with such a speed. He does this for a few times, pushing his hips closer to your butt cheeks to reach even deeper. “Too much!” You cried out, a hand reaching out to press against his toned stomach.

He swatted them away, shaking his head in disappointment, “Thought you wanted to get dicked down so bad? You’re being a fucking brat.” He tsked before snapping his hips to yours, burying his member to the hilt before pulling out and doing the former action again with much more fevor . You whined when he continued to brush against your g-spot and on your cervix, the slight pain was overpowered by the great pleasure you’re receiving.

His pace fastened and his actions got harder, he makes sure that his pelvic bone can rub on your clit. All you can do is moan and cry out in pleasure, completely drowning in them and letting yourself be handed over to the man above you. You whimpered when you felt a familiar coil in your stomach, legs twitching as you called out to your lover, “Daddy! Cummin’! Please!”

Katsuki didn’t respond but continued his ministrations. Stopping altogether when he felt you clench around him so hard that he feels like you’re trying to milk him. You cried out, legs thrashing around as you whined at your lover. Katsuki rolled his eyes before grabbing your throat, pushing you down even more into the mattress, makinh you gag from the lack of oxygen. “You’re not going to get what you want if you keep on acting like a spoiled dumb whore.”

“I’m sorry! Please, Daddy! Please, let me cum!” Tears rolled down your cheeks as you tried to move your hips again, desperate for any friction. He slapped your puffy clit in respnsne, eyes glinting when you jolted from the pain.

He thrusted his hips forward, connecting them with your ass cheeks as he slapped your clit again, “Do you think those two fuckers can actually make you feel this good? Do you think they can get you crying and begging like this? Do you, my little cumslut?” You shake your head repeatedly in response, moaning when he started to piston his hips rapaciously, “Words.”

“No! Only Daddy can make me feel this way! Only Daddy!” He gave a hum of approval before bringing his thumb on your clit, rubbing and circling the nub as he leaned down and captured a nipple inbetween his lips. He nibbled before rolling his tongue all over your areola then sucking the button in and pulling. Your body jolted when he bit down before letting go, smirking down on your fucked out form. Your mouth opened in pure bliss, eyes unfocused but stayed staring at Katsuki’s red endearing eyes as you felt yourself nearing.

“You gonna cum, baby?” He asked, pace going more furious as he focused on having you orgasm on his cock. “You think you deserve it?

“Yes, Daddy. Please, let me cum!” You begged as your hands found his toned shoulders, gripping on them for dear life.

“Cream on my cock, my little whore.”

You keened when you snapped, thighs shaking and toes curling as you creamed around his cock. He never stopped his ministrations as he was chasing his own release too, wanting his cum inside you. He groaned when he felt how tightly you are clenching around him, restricting his movements but that didn’t stop him from taking a final powerful thrust before stilling inside you, cock twitching and throbbing as it spurts out white cum and painted your velvety walls. You whimpered on how full you feel from just his load.

He leaned down to capture your lips in a deep kiss, mouths dancing with each other as you moaned when his tongue slipped into your mouth, claiming territory in your sweet cavern. He pulled away, giving you a wet kiss on the cheek, “You did so great, Baby.” Katsuki rubbed comforting circles on your naked hips as he slowly pulled his cock from inside you, eliciting a small whinper from you. “So so good for Daddy. Aren’t you?”

You gave him a dreamy smile, eyes half-lidded from tiredness. “Thank you, Daddy. ‘M sorry.” You quietly said before snuggling on the hand that he pressed on your cheek.

“Anything for you, babe. Just don’t be such a fucking brat next time, okay?”

You chuckled on his words before nodding your head, “Goodnight, Daddy. Love you.”

“Good night, Teddy Bear. Love you too.”

You sleepily stayed awake with warm hands and a soft fabric cleaning your skin. With a final kiss on your temple, you let yourself drift off to sleep with a small smile on your face.

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Change of heart (Chapter 7)

Chapter 1   Chapter 2    Chapter 3     Chapter 4     Chapter 5   Chapter 6

Summary : Times are changing. After years of being oppressed, werewolves are taking a stand against humans , demanding equal rights and fair treatment. Heading the movement is Kim Taehyung, the breathtaking heir to the Kim fortune and one of the few remaining Alpha werewolves in the country. His disdain for the human race is well known and well warranted. They killed his family after all….. He wants to change the world , to put humans in their place but when his five year old daughter takes a shine to their very human neighbor , maybe he has to start with a change of heart , first.

: Pairing : Taehyung x OC / Werewolf AU!!

Genre : Romance, Explicit Content.

Chapter 7

The incessant buzzing of his phone was what woke Taehyung up, his entire body aching something fierce. 

He groaned , spitting  what felt like damp hair out of his mouth, blinking against the shaft of sunlight pouring into the room through the slats of the large windows . His bedroom faced the river, and every morning the sun spilled right into his bed , lighting the room up . He loved waking up to warmth and sometimes it made up for the absence of a warm body next to him on the bed. 

But today, with her wrapped around him, he hated the intrusion....wanted nothing more than to burrow into the bed and stay there for the rest of the year. 

It took him a second to realize that Mirae was lying on top of him and he was still, technically inside her. He had been so completely gone the previous night that he could barely remember a thing. 

Other than the fact that he hadn’t had sex that good in his life. Ever. 

Cupping the back of her head gently and wrapping one arm around her waist, he carefully rolled over, laying her gently on the bed next to him. She whimpered when he slid out of her and he winced when a rush of fluids spilled out of her, drenching his thighs and the sheets. 

Bits of the night began to come back to him then. 

Vague memories of fucking her to within an inch of her life. 

Guilt began to coil around his insides as he pushed the hair of her face. She looked like she had been mauled by an animal. Hickeys bloomed all over her neck, her jaw and even on the fleshy curve of her cheeks. Her hair looked matted with sweat and damp and cum . He had a mental image of her then, weakly crawling away when he tried to push into her for the fifth time, and she had been too sore to take him , begging him to let her suck him off  instead  and he flinched when he remembered holding her down against the pillow and fucking her mouth.

He’d managed to keep his knot out of her mouth, but he’d also had a really fierce orgasm, and his release had pretty much ended up all over her. 

His phone was still ringing and he reached across the bed to grab it, answering the call before checking who it was.

“Taehyung...are you alright?” It’s Dr. Lee and Taehyung blinks, surprised.

“Oh..yes. Dr. Lee , is everything okay?”

“I was only calling to check up on you. My sister told me that you were taking Ms. Yoon home and it made me wonder. Are you alright?” 

“I’m fine, doc. In fact better than fine. My head is surprisingly clear. I was fully prepared for this thing to last like a week but I feel normal already.”

Dr. Lee laughed. 

“Perks of  biting your actual mate and not an impostor. How is she, by the way?”

Taehyung relaxed a bit, staring at the girl in his bed. He gently stroked the hair off her face, running the back of his fingers across the smooth skin of her cheeks. 

“She’s ... fine.” He said roughly, “ Or as fine as you’d expect her to be.” He added as an afterthought, remembering that she had tried to get up from the bed for a drink of water and her legs had given out almost at once.

“And the mating mark? Did you dress it up like I told you?”

“Yes... It wasn’t that deep but you should probably drop by tomorrow and take a look at it anyway. “ An incessant beeping told him he was getting another call and he quickly apologized and hung up on the doctor  taking the other call.

“Tae, the shipment isn’t here on time. We’ve been trying to find the CI who gave us the info and the fucker seems to have run aground. Either that or Yoon’s men got to him.... “ Seokjin’s voice trembled with frustration and anger.

“Oh...fuck hyung that’s bad. Okay, what does Namjoon think? “

“Namjoon says that we should go ahead with drilling that dude we caught during the raid last week, Jaehyun or whatever. He thinks he may have some clue because he was fucking one of the bigger suppliers’ daughter.” 

Taehyung groaned.

“What about the reports from the lab? Did they test positive for any other controlled substance? I know we’ve only focused on a couple of them ...I don’t want to be blindsided by anything. “

“That scientist dude is a pain in the ass, refuses to talk to anyone but you and definitely only in person. “ Seokjin scoffed.

“That’s fine.. I’ll be there in an hour. “ Taehyung said sharply.

Seokjin made a noise of disapproval.

“What? Namjoon told me you were with your mate.... You’re going to leave her?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes at that. 

“She’s not my actual mate hyung. As in... what we have isn’t like official or anything. She agreed to it because I asked her to help me out and she knows that this isn’t anything more than a business arrangement. I didn’t even want to do it but...sometimes you do things for the greater good....” 

He moved to get up out of the bed , levering himself up to stand. He felt better than he had in weeks, his body thrumming with vitality and his mind sharp and clear. 

“She’s human right? Is she actually okay?” 

Taehyung scoffed at the implication . 

“I’m not leaving her bleeding and unconscious, if that's’ what you’re wondering. I bought a bunch of pain stuff for her.... the kind humans use.” He felt that pang of disappointment again. 

She was incredible....beautiful and kind and full of heart, yeah but the fact that she was a human was ...... It was just cruel to her. 

. He had spouted some nonsense to her about wanting to do this everyday for the rest of their life but nothing could be farther from the truth than that.   The idea of having to handle his bedmate with kid gloves made him jittery and nervous. 

She was so fucking fragile and he had struggled so hard last night, holding back, over and over again and she had still come out of it completely wrecked.

If she were a wolf, she’d be perfectly fine by now. Healed and happy and probably even up for some morning sex.

And yes the last bit made him sound like a horny bastard but come on, he was a healthy young wolf and an Alpha at that and his libido had always been on the higher side.

He shook his head as though to clear the way his thoughts were heading. It was ridiculous that he was even thinking about this. It was over. He had claimed her. She was his. His wolf was calm now. He could go about his life without having to worry about going into rut or losing his mind at the thought of another wolf near her. 

And he would not feel guilty about it. 

there was something called the greater good. In the grand scheme of things, one night of discomfort would not cost her anything. But what he was doing was going to change the world for his people. 

Seokjin’s voice filtered in through his thoughts. 

“At least tell her before you leave, Taehyung. You’re literally the kind of bastard who would do something as insensitive as leave her after you mated her and then act like you did nothing wrong. ” 

Annoyed , Taehyung hung up without replying.

Glancing at her, he moved to touch her cheeks again. She was asleep. Sound asleep by the look of it. It would be far more insensitive to wake her up. He would go and meet the guy about the lab results and get back here before she was up. 

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“Ow.” 

 I groaned , muffling my agony against the white sheets as I tried to will myself to get up. Breathe through the pain, I told myself firmly. You do not want to spend the entire day like this. You need a shower, stat. 

 “Taehyung?” I called out weakly, for what felt like the tenth time. But the eerie stillness in the room told me I was alone in the apartment.

 I fumbled with my phone, fighting the urge to call him. If he had left, there had to have been a reason , a reason important enough for him to leave and it struck me again that I had been a little hasty, agreeing to this. 

Fueled entirely by my wish to get rid of the excess amount of cum all over me., I dug both my elbows into the bed, lifting my self up to my hand and knees. The pain radiating from my spine, settling deep in my center and the harsh abrasions on my insides.....all of it was a reminder that I had definitely bitten off more than I could chew. 

The first thing I did was grab the pain killers on the table, popping three of them into my mouth and dry swallowing. It was a little past eleven in the morning and I was starving. But I had to get a shower first. 

The trip to the bathroom was an ordeal and I had to fight tears, just to stand. 

Okay. Maybe a bath was in order than. 

I fumbled with the taps, watching warm water fill the ceramic tub, sweating a bit in the humid room. I glanced at my thighs, lightly stroking the bruises and watching them bloom purple under my fingertips. 

The pain was already ebbing, the tablets doing their thing and with my head a little clearer, my thoughts felt heavy. Regret churned, curdling in my gut and I could taste heartbreak on my tongue. 

Sleeping with him had been a mistake. 

A colossal fucking mistake, I thought desperately. I was already feeling abandoned and miserable. I wanted to throw on some clothes and go find him in his office . Wanted to curl into his lap and then refuse to leave. 

But mostly I wanted to kick myself for feeling that way. 

Taehyung wasn’t ..... available for any kind of relationship.

 He was an Alpha werewolf and important man. 

An important bureaucrat. Someone with power and responsibility. A man driven by his need to protect his kind and destroy anyone who meant him harm.  

A man who would do anything to get his way , even if it meant seducing a human he didn’t even like. 

And he had seduced me I thought , feeling unaccountably upset at myself. 

In the  vivid light of day, with my body aching so fierce and my head spinning , I could remember everything that happened the previous day with a sort of vivid clarity. And it was almost an out of body experience, like watching the whole thing happen to someone else. 

The way he had framed his words, the soothing comfort, the reassurances. That stupid fucking dance in the living room with the most cliché song in the world, it was like something straight out of a chick-lit novel. Something only a naïve, immature , desperate woman would fall for. 

What a cruel heartless bastard, I thought angrily. There was no way he didn’t know the effect of his words and actions on me. There was no way he didn’t know that he was purposely playing the part of a loving partner just to break down any defenses I may have put up. 

And like an idiot I had fallen for it. 

Staring around at the apartment and realizing he had just left me to fend for myself, without so much as a note....... After spouting all that nonsense about making sure I was comfortable. 

And I realized with a jolt that he really only meant it for the sex. All that affection, all that concern had been just for the few hours he had me in his bed. When he meant he wanted to make me feel me meant it only for when we were having sex. 

Now that he had got what he wanted , he was back to being the guy he actually was. 

A complete stranger. 

It made me  feel so incredibly foolish . 

Wetness spilled onto my foot and I realized the tub was overflowing. I closed the taps quickly before pulling the drain to lower the water level a bit. 

Climbing in, I settled back against the hard edge of the tub, letting my eyes flutter shut as the warm water soothed my sore muscles. 

“You’re up?” 

Jungkook’s voice startled me, and I nearly went under.

“Careful.” Fingers gripped my shoulder, pulling me back to stability and I gasped out, running a hand over my face to get rid of the water. 

“You... Where did you come from?” I stared at him , gripping the edges of the tub and watching him.

Jungkook looked like a breath of fresh air, hair slightly damp and clad in a white t shirt and blue jeans. He was grimacing a bit, eyebrows furrowed in evident annoyance.

“This entire room reeks.” He complained, turning on the ventilator in the corner of the bathroom. 

I groaned, settling back and just staring at him as he rummaged in the cupboard, pulling out a few bottles, a fresh wash clothe and bottle of body wash. 

My body hummed in delight at the thought of actually being cared for. 

“I’m not even kidding, is this what having a mate is like? You look like you were in a fight with a thorny hedgerow.” He commented, making his way over , but not before stripping out of his shirt and wiggling out of his jeans. 

I hummed, enjoying the view for a second as he finally settled on a small ottoman, right next to the tub. 

I gave him a sweet smile.

“Why are you here?” I whispered. He reached over to press a kiss to my forehead.

“Hyung told me to come. He got caught up with work and he feels bad about leaving you here all by yourself.” 

“Kim Taehyung....told you to come take care of me. Sounds fake but okay.” 

Jungkook laughed.

“To be fair he actually told your brother. But Yugyeom’s busy and he also doesn’t want to see you naked and so he gave me a call.” Jungkook carefully squeezed a dollop of body wash onto the cloth, before gently smoothing the soft linen against my skin. His gaze held mine as he carefully lathered up my shoulders, my collarbones and the curve of my neck. He took care not to touch the dressing on my neck, where Taehyung had bitten me. 

I smiled when one finger stretched out, tracing circles on my skin . Jungkook was too young to be subtle , and I felt a pang of guilt when I saw the very obvious look in his eye.

 Arousal looked so blatant on his handsome face, lips parted, slicked wet. Eyes heavy and intent as he gently rubbed the skin near my throat, thumb now curving around my neck , gently pressing in. 

His gaze met mine and I held it, feeling his hands move lower, fingers curling lightly on the curve of my breasts. When I felt the brush of his thumb on the hard peak of my nipple, I grabbed his wrist.

Tugging his hand away gently, I used my free hand to lightly flick his forehead.

“Behave.” I warned. 

His gaze turned pouty and he let out a breathy, “ Just wanted to make you feel good noona.” 

“You made me feel a billion times better just by showing up here today. But, I don’t want you to get mauled by Taehyung in case he’s feeling territorial again.  ”   I smiled, shaking my head. “ I’ll take it from here. Why don’t you go wait in the bedroom and I’ll call you when I’m done so you can help me out. of the tub.”

Which in itself , probably wouldn’t be necessary. The pills had done their trick and other than feeling well fucked, I didn’t particularly hurt. 

“He doesn’t deserve you.” Jungkook’s voice was petulant , eyes clearly showing how upset he was. He moved back a bit but made no other attempt to leave.

“I thought you liked him.” I chuckled lightly as he carefully arranged the body wash and the washcloths near the tub. I reached for it myself, carefully scrubbing over my skin, for now ignoring the way Jungkook kept his eyes trained on my body as I pulled my legs up to wash them. It was odd, how little his gaze affected me compared to how my body had reacted to Taehyung last night. 

With Jungkook it was...just physical. 

I liked being touched , so I enjoyed sex with Jungkook. 

With Taehyung it had been something so much more.

The very idea of Taehyung touching me, the idea of him wanting to touch me..that had been so overwhelming. 

And so sex with Taehyung had blown my mind. 

“What do you mean, like him? “ Jungkook frowned. 

“It was always Tae hyung, this and Tae hyung that...” I teased. “ You were never subtle about your little man crush on him.” 

I carefully grabbed the showerhead, wetting my hair gently. 

Jungkook scoffed.

“Of course I like him. You can’t be a wolf and not like Kim Taehyung. He’s done so much for us.” He grabbed the shampoo off the counter but before I could take it from him, he squeezed a bit of it into his palms and sank his fingers into my hair.

“Let me do this for you, noona.,” He muttered , voice deep and soothing and I couldn’t contain the moan that escaped, his fingers feeling like heaven as they carefully lathered up the damp strands, massaging my scalp till my eyes fluttered shut.

“Taehyung has things he needs to do and ...well, I agreed to this just so he could avoid any distractions.” I said gently, reaching out and lightly touching his arm.

“That doesn’t give him the right to hurt you though. “ 

I laughed despite myself.

“Why do you think he hurt me?” 

Jungkook stopped his ministrations.

“You wear your heart on your sleeve.” 

I felt my breath catch at that. This thing with Jungkook, it wasn’t exactly the sort of thing where I felt comfortable enough sharing my feelings for someone else with him. I felt awful, embarrassed and annoyed that  something I hadn’t even fully known myself was , apparently obvious to the world.  . 

Embarrassed because it would never be reciprocated. 

Annoyed because I should have nipped this thing in the bud. 

But I couldn’t talk about this now. 

“It’s not... “ I hesitated. “ It’s not going to be a problem. For me. I’m going to fix it. “  The dull throb of the bite on my neck mocked me, even as I said it. I had agreed to something momentous , something that carried a lot of consequences behind it, and I had done it on a whim. 

Taehyung with his honey dripping tongue and gentle but firm hands had made me dance to his tune so perfectly. But now that the act was over, I was definitely in danger of drowning. 

“ So, you’re just going to hang around while he does his own thing.” Jungkook frowned.

“Actually she’s free to walk out anytime she likes.”

Taehyung’s voice broke through the bathroom like a clanging cymbal and I jerked out of the tub in shock.

Jungkook startled too, eyes going wide as he scrambled to his feet. 

Taehyung looked like he had stepped right out of a magazine. 

He was wearing a perfectly pressed pinstriped white button down and teal green slacks , a slim patterned tie , in hues of green and red, perfectly knotted at the base of his throat and  he also had on a waistcoat, fitting him like a glove, setting off his broad shoulders and trim waist. 

He had his hair styled into a perfect  part, the thick silky locks arching into perfect side bangs that fell into his eyes.

Eyes that held a whole lot of fury as they took in the sight of me, naked in his tub while an almost naked Jungkook had his fingers buried in my hair. 

“I thought you would still be sore from last night....but I suppose that isn’t true, if you felt the need to call for your fuck buddy so soon?” He drawled casually. 

I felt anger swell inside me.

“ Jungkook was kind enough to help me out because I couldn’t even move.” I gritted out. 

“A feat that required him to strip to his boxers?” 

“Hyung, just chill. If I fucked her you would be able to smell it. “ Jungkook snapped, moving to shrug his clothes back on. 

Taehyung ignored him , grabbing a pair of fluffy white towels from the linen closet.

He gave me a look.

“You done?” He asked shortly. 

And somehow, its the sheer disinterest in his tone, the gaze that may as well be directed at a stranger on the fucking road..... That is what really  stings.

I felt like the entire weight of every bad decision I had ever made in my life had just dropped on my head. Almost sagging from the sheer hurt permeating my entire body, I grabbed the edge of the tub and levered myself up, not even bothered that I was completely naked. 

I stepped right out of the tub, completely ignoring the way my limbs practically screamed in protest at the movement. 

I held my hand out for the towel, completely ignoring, Jungkook’s hasty, “ Fuck” or the way Taehyung’s eyes that had gone as wide as saucers. 

He held the towel out and I yanked it out of his grip, wrapping the fabric around my body. 

Taehyung let out a harsh, “ Get the fuck out of my house.” at Jungkook who quickly grabbed his jeans and stumbled out with a rushed.

“I’ll call you noona.” 

I glared at Taehyung, refusing to so much as acknowledge him as I pushed past him into the living room.

“Jungkook wait, I’m coming with you.” I called out angrily and the wolf stopped, looking surprised as he finished pulling his jeans on, fumbling with his buttons.

“Leave, Jungkook.” Taehyung snapped.

“Uh....” Jungkook stared between the two of us.

“Why the fuck are you still here?” This time Taehyung’s voice was louder, deeper, bordering on a true snarl and Jungkook recoiled.

“Fine. I’ll just get a cab then.” 

I turned to the bag with my clothes, grabbing the first thing I could get my hands on. 

Taehyung’s voice came from behind me , tired and weary.

“Please don’t leave.”

I stopped, closing my eyes and willing myself not to completely lose it.

“Please , just.... I know I shouldn’t be angry. This thing with us is ...nothing.” He said softly, which , fucking  ouch .  Having him actually say it was so much worse. 

But he wasn’t done.

  “  Its just a fucking favor you’re doing me, i know that is what it is. We don’t owe each other anything I know , but if you're gonna see Jungkook just... not in my house okay. I didn’t like him with you...in  my  house.”

I turned around to stare at him.

“What do you think I was doing with him in  your  house Taehyung? He came over to help because Yugyeom was busy. You were the one who asked him to check up on me....weren’t you?”

Taehyung ran his fingers through his hair. 

“I don’t fucking know...all I know is that my wolf smelled you and another alpha and-”

“You know you’re the only were who speaks like that...” I said angrily.

Taehyung blinked.

“Like what?”

“Like you and your wolf are two different entities. Like you can do any thing you want and then blame your damn wolf for it. And its beginning to piss me off.” 

Taehyung flinched at that.

“I’m just... I’m trying to do this in a way that our lives don’t get fucked up. I can’t... Your father....”

“I know. I know my fucking father is a scumbag and that he needs to rot in hell and I am willing to help you do it. But if only you could just.... give me a fucking break .,...” 

“I know...and I’m sorry. I just... I’m in a mess. Your father got rid of three of the dealers we could tie him to and it looks like there are other people involved in this whole thing. Other powerful men. I’m just... I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to do this without getting someone close to your father.”

I stared at him.

“Well, its not me. He hates my guts... He would never confide in me.”

“But he has a soft spot for a really close friend of mine....I believe you’ve met him....his name is Cha Eun Woo.”

I froze. 

“Taehyung....”  I groaned in disbelief. 

“I wanted to ask you if you would pretend to date Cha Eun Woo...”

I felt like my head was about to splinter in two. 

“Just long enough for me to get the info I need. Eun Woo is good at what he does and he can easily get into your father’s good graces, get him to confide in him and we could bring this entire fucking racket down...but the only way Eun woo could have access to your father would be through you.... “ 

Taehyung sounded desperate as he spoke, and I felt dangerously close to crying. 

“So it wasn’t enough that you got to fuck me? You’re just gonna pimp me out to your friends now...” I choked out.

“Fucking hell, Rae...That’s not what this is....This is for the...”

“Greater good.....yeah... I know.... I fucking heard you today morning on the fucking phone...Telling your friend how you had to suffer through a night with me for the greater good. And that's just perfectly fine....what I really don’t understand is why you had to fucking pretend like you actually gave a shit about me.... “ I  choked out , my eyes dampening against my wishes . 

Taehyung froze, eyes wide. 

Something awfully close to pity began to swim in them and I swallowed the bile rising up my throat. 

“Fine. Tell your fucking friend to come pick me up.” 

I couldn’t bring myself to even look at him. 

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