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könig just wants a little wife... 💋

hey guys! totally having brain rot about trying to hook up with and finally lose your virginity to könig, but he just totally doesn't understand the concept of something casual...

totally inspired by this post u guys its toooo good... go read it rn @gremlingottoosilly is literally a mastermind 🌝🔪. but!! this is also based off of an experience i had with a guy that i met recently so let me know if you want to hear that story as well cuties :p

cw: sketchy situations, fem!bodied reader, virgin!reader, inexperienced!reader, very slight m!receiving oral, dom/sub dynamics, cnc/dubcon, i'm rereading this like, damn this bitch rlly put herself in this situation... AND she wants to do it again 🤭

before he picked you up outside of your apartment complex, könig was just some man that you'd met online, and decided to meet up with irl because of his sweet personality! he was so much kinder than the other pervy guys on those websites, and he complemented you frequently, although he would regularly ask for a photo of your hips in different positions, and that he'd asked you to facetime while you sucked on a strawberry lollipop, not letting you end the video call until you finished licking at the last bits of sugar left on the stick, your lips red from the sweet dye. he even had you eat before taking you to a hotel of his choice, making sure that you'd hydrated and were soft from the warm food he had recommended, although he ensured that you didn't feel too full :( he wanted to make sure that you saved room for him in your sweet, soft body. when you arrived at the hotel room he immediately went about setting up every detail, turning on the tv to a true crime documentary, claiming it was relaxing, before making sure that you were comfy by giving you every pillow in the entire room and essentially making you a nest. he chuckled and muttered about, how much he 'wished you were snuggled up like this in his bed every night,' before climbing over the pillow walls behind you and forcing you into a little spoon position!! he loved the domesticity of the situation, you in your comfy clothes while he had you presses against his chest. könig has you wrapped up in his arms soooo tight omg. like his bicep is all the way around your mouth as you struggle to breathe with the combined pressure of his arm around your torso, absentmindedly groping your tits.. he just felt soo strong so of course you bit into his bicep.. hard. his hand immediately shot up your big hoodie as he groped you, pinching your nipples between his rough fingers. you whimpered when you felt his hard cock against your bottom, and you squirmed at the sudden feeling. he began inhaling your hair and neck, his nose poking into the pace behind your ear. he turned you over and cradled your back while he pulled your sweater over your head. könig remained fully clothed in his sweatpants and loose black shirt, making him feel even bigger when he pulled you onto his lap and started biting your breasts and sucking as though he expected your sensitive tits to produce something for him. you began to whimper loudly into his neck until he brought his hand up to cover your mouth as he let you bite and suck on his fingers, absentmindedly squishing your cheeks with the fingers that you weren't greedily sucking on, his mind focused on biting and groping your sensitive nipples.

he suddenly removes his hand before reaching down with it to take off your panties and rub your naked folds while you straddled his lap and try to focus on kissing him while his other arm reaches around your back and he slaps your ass too hard!! making you fall forwards and onto his lap :( 

könig starts fingering you hard enough for you to be seeing stars and weeping into his mouth until he decided you were stretched out enough for him and he made you crawl down to his dick and roll a condom over his hard cock with your mouth, and his skillful fingers directing you while he groaned softly at your timid licks to his covered tip.

he roughly pulls you back up to his level, before turning you and laying you down with your back in your mountain of pillows while he began teasing your pussy with his tip while you cried, embarrassed and trying to close your shaking legs. he kept them open with his thick thighs before he started easing himself into your tight entrance. but he was sooo big and you couldn't handle him for long before you started crying in earnest while he began pistoning into you at a breakneck speed. he didn't stop, and you felt your hips bucking up into his cock as he drills you further into the bed with his hand over your mouth to muffle your moans and sobs of overstimulation. he thrust into you harder, focusing on the prominent bulge in your tummy from his cock, your legs shaking and chest heaving as he kept grunting about how hard it was for him to bottom out and how you were too tight.. and how he didn't want you to stop moving your hips into his, "like the little minx that you are," then his hand moved over your stomach while he kept moving until you came while he bullied his cock into your stretched cunt. after he finished inside his condom and pulled you into a sitting position, making you look at the bloody sheets that were underneath the space where your bodies were still connected. he whispered about how you had been such a good girl you were for him, and that your pussy had been especially good to him, staining him with your blood so you both knew you belonged to him. you felt embarrassed and hid your face in his neck so he couldn't see your tear-stained face. every part of you felt so messy when he carried you to the other bed and moved every pillow from the used bed into the clean one, making you put your sticky panties back on, along with an oversized zip-up hoodie that he produced from his backpack.

he went to the bathroom before coming back to cuddle with you where you were curled up on the side of the bed. he made you kiss him before he pushed you back onto your side and secured you against his chest, holding you as tightly as he could while you whined about how sore your pussy felt. he massaged your tummy where his cock had been just 15 minutes before :( pressing down before he pulled up the blankets over the both of you, keeping his arm over the blanket to really muffle your whimpers while he gently fondled your bare breasts under his hoodie, whispering promises to you that this wouldn't be the last time he had you all to himself, sighing into your hair about how he, 'couldn't wait to make you a mütterchen to his babies,' fantasizing about 'making you live with him so he could take your cute pussy raw and make you his doting housewife.' 😖

i love you all and the overwhelming love on my last post was swooo encouraging!! thank u guys :p

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this is so sophisticated.. omg i feel so sacrilegious 🤭

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── . . .

“Tonight the music seems so loud.”

Nanami x F!reader ..

𓂃₊ ⊹

Maybe attending this “little” get together was a mistake.

Wearing a white, tight dress with elegant white gloves and your (new) black heels, you felt a bit out of place considering that almost every other woman there was wearing red or black.

Your heart began to race, and your palms felt heated and sweaty in their confines. Glancing around the room, you only saw a few familiar faces, though not anyone you were exactly close with.

That is, until a rough finger tapped your shoulder from behind and then a warm hand rested fully on top of it.

“Hello,” it was Nanami. Thank fucking Jesus, you’d thought you would have to be all alone all night. “Are you alright? You look a bit flushed.”

“Oh,” you sighed in relief, watching while the other couples began to dance to the piano being played on stage. “Hi. I was worried.. and I think I’m a bit out of place here.” You rubbed the back of your head nervously, cheeks warming with embarrassment.

“Dance with me?” Nanami asked suddenly, gently taking your gloved hand in his. “Please?”

“Hm,” you mocked as though you were thinking about it, before smiling. “As long as you don’t let me slip?”

“Yes ma’am.”

The name made your heart flutter as Nanami slid a hand respectfully onto your upper waist, the other holding your in his. Your free hand went onto his broad shoulder, and you two swayed to the music.

You wanted more.

The way Nanami’s large body moved so close to yours, you could’ve sworn he was doing this on purpose.

. . .

Maybe going to that get together wasn’t a mistake.

Because now you were in nothing but your panties, grinding shamelessly on top of Nanami’s clothed dick. Despite being so matured and older, Nanami had never done this type of thing with another woman.

Maybe that’s why he was so sensitive.

He was leaned back against the headboard of his bed, hips mindlessly bucking up against your core. At this rate, he was going to cum in his pants. He let out a string of whimpers and your name, back arching and fingernails digging into your hips, leaving little mini crescent moons in your skin.

“Love you,” Nanami whispered, before releasing in his boxers and shuddering violently, hiding his face in your neck.

“I’m glad you showed up, ma’am.”

. . .

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ily 🍒

thinking about ur fav big nasty perv man who loves infiltrating his cute little gfs hyperfeminine aesthetic. but i’m also horny.

you love it when your boyfriend comes over. you love it when he leaves his shoes by your pastel pink door. you love it when he lays on your couch, the dust from his blue collar job leaving its home on his pants to settle onto your cushions. you love when he kisses you, ruining your carefully glossed lips, and making your breath smell like the nasty alcohol he was drinking before he paid you a visit, even though you brushed your teeth with bubblegum toothpaste so you could taste sweet for him. you love it when he uses his calloused hands to take one of your sweet throw pillows and put it under your knees, pausing to knead your soft thighs, digging his dirty fingernails into them and leaving small crescent moons. you love when he pushes you onto his hardening cock as he palms himself, and you feel him fondle the bow on the back of your head sweetly, noticing you wore one in his favorite color just for him. you love how he laughs when you try to unbuckle his heavy belt without damaging your carefully manicured nails. your soft pleas music to his ears. (of course he aids you by swiftly unbuckling himself and putting his belt around your perfumed neck, tangling your dainty jewelry as he secured it in two quick movements.) you love it when he lets you take him into your mouth as far as you can go before he helps you and pulls you further onto his cock with his belt. your carefully applied mascara running down your cheeks. which are flushed just the way he likes. you love it when he pulls you off of his dick before he finishes, leaning in to pull your delicate tank top down, accidentally breaking your favorite necklace, the one with his initial dangling from it (he apologized so sweetly) before he finishes on your chest. you love it when he picks you up and lays you on the couch, pulling his phone out of his pocket to take a picture of you while you lie there prettily, hoping that he’ll show his friends what a pretty mess you are for him. you love it when your boyfriend comes over, and you hope he comes back again soon, but not too soon, so you have time to make yourself pretty enough to be ruined.

thinking bout toji, sukuna, aone, könig, and ghost (=^･ω･^=)

also pls lemme know if u wanna hear smth else from me.. i’m all ears for my angels 🌬️

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omg i love it here..

things that are weirdly hot:

- someone leaning over and buckling my seatbelt

- tying my shoe for me (especially if you pat it afterwards??)

- zipping up my jacket

- making me hold ur hand before crossing the street

- handing me my water bottle to make me drink it

- slightly condescending nicknames

- moving me by my belt loops/waist

- "why don't you be a good girl and *instructions*?"

- brushing my hair out of my face

- opening my drinks for me

- lifting my chin to make me look you in the eye

- holding my hand while we cross the street

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thinking about ur fav big nasty perv man who loves infiltrating his cute little gfs hyperfeminine aesthetic. but i’m also horny.

you love it when your boyfriend comes over. you love it when he leaves his shoes by your pastel pink door. you love it when he lays on your couch, the dust from his blue collar job leaving its home on his pants to settle onto your cushions. you love when he kisses you, ruining your carefully glossed lips, and making your breath smell like the nasty alcohol he was drinking before he paid you a visit, even though you brushed your teeth with bubblegum toothpaste so you could taste sweet for him. you love it when he uses his calloused hands to take one of your sweet throw pillows and put it under your knees, pausing to knead your soft thighs, digging his dirty fingernails into them and leaving small crescent moons. you love when he pushes you onto his hardening cock as he palms himself, and you feel him fondle the bow on the back of your head sweetly, noticing you wore one in his favorite color just for him. you love how he laughs when you try to unbuckle his heavy belt without damaging your carefully manicured nails. your soft pleas music to his ears. (of course he aids you by swiftly unbuckling himself and putting his belt around your perfumed neck, tangling your dainty jewelry as he secured it in two quick movements.) you love it when he lets you take him into your mouth as far as you can go before he helps you and pulls you further onto his cock with his belt. your carefully applied mascara running down your cheeks. which are flushed just the way he likes. you love it when he pulls you off of his dick before he finishes, leaning in to pull your delicate tank top down, accidentally breaking your favorite necklace, the one with his initial dangling from it (he apologized so sweetly) before he finishes on your chest. you love it when he picks you up and lays you on the couch, pulling his phone out of his pocket to take a picture of you while you lie there prettily, hoping that he’ll show his friends what a pretty mess you are for him. you love it when your boyfriend comes over, and you hope he comes back again soon, but not too soon, so you have time to make yourself pretty enough to be ruined.

thinking bout toji, sukuna, aone, könig, and ghost (=^･ω･^=)

also pls lemme know if u wanna hear smth else from me.. i’m all ears for my angels 🌬️

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artist @danaglover

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hey, cuties! baby's first post! not proofread at all i literally ripped bong before i wrote this :p

cw- obsessive choso :3, choso scares reader, choso is mean :( oral, breeding, dubcon, fem reader, icky choso. he's so nasty oml i love him.

wow im so high right now

He could feel his shoulders relaxing as soon as his car came into sight of his apartment building. He quickly found his window on the side of the building, noticing a soft, pinkish glow emanating from it. His heart swelled, almost painfully. He knew that you were within the building, in his home, and the thought of you waiting patiently for him, swaddled in the aura of his belongings, smelling of him, made his heart almost beat out of his chest. He pulled into his parking space, almost forgetting to place his foot on the brake before he put the car into park, his thoughts only focused on you. He regulated himself, before attempting to walk calmly up the sidewalk with his heart beating painfully against his ribs. He decided to take the stairs to the top floor, where you were. In his home. His space. Claimed by him. He didn’t even feel his body moving, his senses overwhelmed with your presence, the thought of your sweet face at the forefront of his mind. He reached the top, and immediately stalked down the hallway, moving like a shadow, swiftly producing his key and unlocking the door silently. He could smell your sweet scent the second he walked through the door, and he heard your voice humming softly from the kitchen. He moved noiselessly into the room with you, seeing you facing away from him, bustling over the stove. He approached you from behind, before pouncing and pulling you flush against his chest, your arms trapped by his. A strangled whimper left your mouth as his right hand groped your left tit and he teased your earlobe with his teeth. He could feel your heartbeat growing faster, and your breath increasing as you gasped. He knew you were afraid, and the thought of you being terrified of him.

God, he was a sick man.

He chuckled at your reaction, before kissing the side of your neck. “Angel..” he sighed into your hair. You relaxed immediately and began trying to turn around and make eye contact with him. 

“Choso?” you gasped, and his teeth clenched when you said his name. “You scared me!”

“I’m sorry baby,” he said, spinning you around and taking you in. You wore soft sleep shorts and a thin, silky tank top under an oversized fluffy cardigan. Your eyes were wide as you peered up at him, with a look of adoration in your gaze. He delighted in how quickly you could go from being terrified of him to looking at him with so much love. You averted your gaze as he stared at you so intensely, before speaking again. “I made some dinner for us, and it’s almost ready. If you want to eat together- "Yes.” he interrupted you. “Let’s eat.”

He watched you plate two servings of rice and chicken katsu, seasoning the top of the rice with soy sauce as you asked him how his day was. “Did you do anything fun?” you smiled at him softly. He exhaled as you held out his meal, taking it from you while he leaned down to kiss you on your forehead. 

“No. But I plan to have some fun tonight.” He grinned as you pouted, before kissing your soft lips long and hard, his lips moving hungrily against yours, making you lose your breath before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. Your eyes were half-lidded, drunk off his kiss as you gazed up at him lovingly. “Let’s eat,” He said hurriedly, feeling himself chubbing in his pants at your expression. You nodded silently, still looking dreamily at his face, before taking your food and following him into the living room. He set your dishes on the small table in front of the couch, before guiding you to sit next to him, nearly on his lap as he squeezed you to his side, taking advantage of his taller perspective so he could look down your tank top and leer at your squishy tits. When you situated yourself and looked up at him, he took your chin in his hand and kissed you deeply, making you close your eyes. You whimpered and turned your body to his, your cardigan slipping off of your shoulder as you pressed your front to his and placed your hands on his shoulders. Choso grabbed your hips and pulled you fully onto his lap, grinding you onto his bulge as he did so, making you whimper as you felt him through your thin sleep shorts. He groaned into your mouth, the feeling of you on top of him, working your cute little hips against his cock while you whimpered sweetly into his mouth. He knew that if he had the choice, he would never let you leave his home. He just wanted to keep you locked away, taking care of you and tending to your every whim, coming home from work to you making him dinner in his kitchen. He wanted to see your smile every day, he wanted to wake up next to you and feel the curve of your body against his own.

But of course, those weren’t his only reasons. He wanted to bend you over every surface in the home, make you squeal on his cock as you came over and over again. He wanted to wake you up every morning with his mouth on your cunt. He wanted to come home to you naked and on your knees by the front door, your mouth open as you waited for him to fuck your throat. 

But for now, making sure that you spent the night at every opportunity would have to work. As long as he kept you safe in his home and stuffed with his cum. And now you were here, grinding your clothed cunt on him while you worked your mouth desperately on his. He groped your hips before standing up suddenly, firmly grasping you by the hips as you instinctively closed your legs around his waist. His legs moved, carrying you both to his bedroom, leaving your food forgotten on the coffee table. He dropped you roughly onto the bed, making you gasp as you bounced onto it. He grasped at the hem of your cardigan, pulling it over your head as he reached for your tank top. You whined and grabbed at his wrists. 

“W-wait Cho, gimme a min-”

He disregarded you completely, pinning your wrists above your head and pulling your tank top down to expose your tits. He groped them roughly with one hand before roughly kissing you again. His cock was painfully hard in his pants as he felt your muffled moans against his lips. He turned you suddenly, forcing you onto your stomach as he pushed you further onto the bed, smushing your face into his pillows. He pulled your hips roughly into the air, arching your back as you tried pushing yourself up so you could face him. “No, need to take you from the back,” he muttered, before pushing your head back into the pillows. You whined as you felt him pulling down your shorts, exposing your panties, and leaving you almost completely naked. You tried turning your head, but his hand was still on your neck, keeping you still. You could just see his hand coming down to unbuckle his pants from the corner of your eye. You arched your back, pressing your pussy closer to his unzipped crotch. Choso groaned as he pulled himself from his pants, hissing as he stroked his head against your clothed pussy. You sunk further into the pillows as he pushed your panties to the side suddenly and sheathed himself fully into your cunt. Your legs flew up and pushed against his knees where they were firmly planted on the bed. Your mouth opened as you gasped from the sudden intrusion, the sounds coming from your mouth making his cock even harder, and he knew it would be hard to control himself if he had to keep hearing your sweet noises. He moved his hands to your shoulders, bringing you flush to his chest while his cock moved in and out of you. He groped your breasts roughly with his left hand while his right turned your head to face him as he kissed you hungrily. Your moans were swallowed by his mouth on yours as you tried to push his hand away from your sensitive tits. He groaned angrily as you tried to move his hand, before he moved his hand from your face and brought it down to your clit, rubbing it in small, hard circles. You broke the kiss with a gasp and began to buck your hips into his hand, chasing your orgasm as he moved his mouth to your neck and began to suck marks onto your soft flesh. He groaned and stilled his movements as he felt you come around his cock, staving off his orgasm. You relaxed against his chest, leaning into him as you closed your eyes. He laid you down on your stomach again, and you snuggled your face into the pillow, waiting for him to pull out and lay beside you. He relished in your gasp as he roughly lifted your hips into the air before he started pounding into you again, his speed breakneck compared to his already rough speed from earlier. Your manicured nails dug into the pillows around your head as his large hands squeezed bruises into your hips. “Choso p-please I-I can’t-” your pussy clenched as your orgasm approached rapidly. He groaned as buried himself deep inside you, hoping his seed would impregnate you as you came around his cock. He fell onto your back, pulling you onto your side so he could spoon you from behind with his hand on your stomach. “Choso, I’m all gross..” “Stay. I’ll clean you up later.” With his tongue, he thought to himself as he brought his nose to your neck, delighted in the fact that you smelled just like him.

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Joel x Reader: for the things they hold dear (one shot)

Plot: He can't say he loves you -- he doesn't need to.

Tags: kinda dark, fucked up love, kinda toxic, possessive, controlling, AGE GAP (unspecified but mentioned a lot), nasty smut, breeding kink, like literally nasty, violence, blood, God is like his literal enemy, calls you 'mama; sugar; sweetheart',there are mentions of blood while doing the nasty, daddy kink (mentioned a few times), joel is emotionally constipated but hey who can blame him, unbeta'd

Playlist I listened while writing this.

Your old man is a mean, mean man.

Hardened by the cruel apocalypse that befell him, he punished anyone who dared to cross an inch into the line he had drawn as revenge to the rest of the world for all that he had lost. Old testament God punishment.

He lost a lot and he acted like it. Mean. Bitter. Dominant.

But everything that was ripped away from him had bloody, ragged claw marks on them.

That was just the kind of man he was. He fights for the things he holds dear – would pound mountains into dust if that’s what it took. He wasn’t losing anyone or anything anymore – not without a fight to death.

Especially you.

The sweet, young, little thing that not only crossed all his lines but completely obliterated it with your insistence to make a home in his heart. He tried – God, he tried – to keep you away. To not touch your soft body with his bloody rugged hands but you refused to let go. Catching him at the small moments he let his guard down and chipped away at his stone heart until you had made it yours.

He never says it – doesn’t say the three words you would fall in your knees for to hear. But he never had to. People might say you were stupid for even looking at him, idiotic for catching his eye, and suicidal for running straight into his arms when he opened it.

Because he was a mean, mean man – but God, you loved him the same. Loved him even more knowing he would turn on the world to stay by your side.

The rest of the world may not know it and he may think he does a good job at hiding it but the grip on your waist as he leads you on the dangerous street of the apocalypse, the biting kisses he leaves all over your body almost as a stamp every night, or the gentle finger that carefully removes stray pieces of hair out of your face as you drift off to sleep told you he would fight God himself if it meant he get to keep you in this lifetime.

Even just in this lifetime.

“You enjoying yourself, daddy?” you whispered, pulling on his belt loops so you can wrap your legs around his waist, wanting him as close as possible to you all the time.

He scoffed, finishing the rest of his bottle and placing both his hands on the table you were sitting on to cage you in, “You know I hate crowds, mama.”

Even until this time the endearments – an inside joke, a secret dream – still makes your stomach warm.

It came from one of your late-night trysts where, in your drunken pleasure, you had begged him to cum inside.

“Soon, sugar, I promise,” he gasped, unrelenting in his thrust which got deeper once the word slipped out your mouth. “Gonna make you a mama. I’ll find a nice cabin, far, far away from everyone and I’m gonna keep you full, okay? When it’s safe – for you and the little ones.”

You remembered the tears streaming down your face at the thought that even at the end of the world where everybody thought you were an idiot for loving a man who will never be able to love you as much, he decided to prove them wrong by daring to dream a future for the two of you. No matter how hopeless and unrealistic it may have been.

Even though he might try to pretend he didn't remember a single word when he woke up with the worst hangover he had experienced in a while.

“Why are you here then, old man?” you teased, giggling at the kisses he was slowly pressing into your neck as he drowned out the rest of the drunken club behind him.

If you hadn’t slipped out of his apartment, he liked to lock you in when he got home late, leaving nothing but a note and one of your pretty panties letting him know exactly where you were and what you weren’t wearing he would’ve been more than satisfied to spend his entire night listening to you talk about your day while he suckles on his trusty whiskey.

Satisfied with the new hickey he had tattooed just below your ear, he kissed your grinning lips, “Heard there was something sweet in the menu around here.”

You couldn’t even snark an answer back as he had already roped you in a deep kiss that just got more inappropriate as time passes by. His hand gripping your waist hard enough to make you gasp so he could snake his dominating tongue into your mouth, “They were right,” he growled. “The fucking sweetest.”

Joel doesn’t like you working – would risk his life fighting clickers every day if it meant you stayed home like he wanted you to. Where he knew it was safe.

It infuriated you at first. Your first job wasn’t even dangerous and you wouldn’t feel too good bartering the rations he worked so hard for with pretty clothes and trinkets that caught your eyes. So, at your insistence he pulled some strings and found you a job cleaning and maintaining a small pub every morning while the owner was gone, making sure you were already home or he was already picking you up before the sun could set and the men could arrive to drink the rest of their lives away.

He'd been at their shoes before. He knew what they would do just for a sweetest piece of you in their hands.

And the first time he slipped and forgot to check on you when you went overtime to cover up a sick mother's shift and found you wincing when some drunken asshole tried to drag you to him, he had decided to make an example out of him to everyone.

It wasn’t until three men were holding him back and finally saw the bloody pulp, he had made out of his face that he turned his eyes to you.

He expected a lot – fear, disgust, horror.

Instead, a familiar haze in your eyes and a shudder in your breath greeted him and he knew then you were so fucking perfect.

You liked it. You liked the violence and goodness was it the only thing he was good at anymore.

You liked seeing how strong he was and just how reliable -- how protective, how territorial. You liked the craze look on his face and how his jaws locked as he threw one heavy punch right after the next with the clear intent to kill this man who had dared to redden an inch of your soft skin, he bruised with his kisses every night.

“Joel …” you whimpered, and he swore every man in that bar held their breath with him.

Wiping one of his less bloody hands on his pants he reached out for you, “Come here, suga’.”

And like the stupid little girl you were, you ran into his arms.

Just like you always do when he calls.

You heard shouts and drunken screams behind the door but you were too busy running your hand on his hair and cradling each side of his face to deepen your kiss to care. Even more when he dragged you off your seat that you were basically getting lifted by his crotch, making you whine as you humped his rough jeans.

“D-Daddy, “you whined. “Want you.”

“Not here, sugar,” he muttered strictly yet made no effort to stop kissing you. “Bed.”

He didn’t give you another chance to protest as he lifted you off your seat and into the separate room where the bed he had made himself was situated. It was in a room with no windows and where you felt safe the most. It was where he likes to hide you and stare at you from the couch on the other side of the room, calming his ever-running head by letting himself physically see that you were safe and right in front of him.

That you weren’t some fucked up, beautiful illusion he had made in his head so he doesn’t go crazier than he already is.

You were here, in his territory. You were real. You were safe. And you are so fucking beautiful.

“L-Luh you,” your words were muffled with his tongue but it made him crack a semblance of a smile as he busied himself by making sure you were as naked as possible. The blood in his knuckles smeared on your breast, waist – a small patch just under your eyes that he was quick to wipe away. “So much.”

So fucking beautiful.

He made a soft sound as he watched you spread your legs in submission, the splatches of red in your skin making him harder than he already was.

[You're safe.]

He ran a clean finger up your slit.

[You're real.]

He pushed your legs to your chest and pressed a deep kiss in your sweet, sweet cunt that he would eat until his last days in this god-forsaken land.

“You’re so beautiful, sugar,” he rasped, not letting you get a word in as he plunged his entire length to you in a single thrust, hand pressing into your mouth to muffle your scream of pleasure.

He grinned cruelly as your eyes rolled to your skull – he really was so mean.

He was like an animal, if you didn’t know better you would’ve thought he was infected as sucked and bit on whatever piece of skin he could reach, his beard irritating your skin.

But you doubt even the worst of the Clickers would be as ravenous as him.

The entire room sounds pornographic. The wet smack of his heavy balls on your skin as his cock bullied your cunt, your muffled moans, and his eyes that were nearly red in desire as he refused to even blink – too drunk of the pleasure in your face.

When you felt your climax coming your forced your eyes open and with just a single look he knew exactly what to do.

“Just like we practiced, okay baby?” he whispered and you nodded.

Gently, he guided your hands around his waist, one of his hands beside your head, the other cradling your head into the crook of your neck where a familiar scar reopened when you bit into it. When you were right where he wanted you he doubled the speed and intensity of his thrusts, the bed creaking in protest as the two of you chased your highs that were muffled into your own skins.

It was animalistic but so full of pleasure especially as you reached your peak and he followed you with just two more thrusts burying himself so deep inside you until you whined from sensitivity.

He comforted you with gentle shushes, the hand cradling your head gently rubbing your hair until you were done sobbing and choking over your own cries.

“Luh you so much, so much,” you mumbled.

“I know, sweetheart,” he whispered, flipping the pillow under you and laying your head on the cold fresh sheet.

Pulling out, he removed his flannel and shirt, just now realizing the contradiction of your nakedness and the nearly full gear in his body.

Finding it too tiring to go to the bathroom, he used his shirt to wipe whatever spilled out of your pussy, making sure to be gentle and to press a kiss in your knees every time you whined like a baby.

A few minutes later you were already calling for him, eyes closed and arms raised, making him chuckle when he slipped out of his clothes and into your arms, flipping the two of you off so you were laying now on his chest.

Your fingers immediately playing with the greying hairs on his chest.

“Hey,” he called but when you tried to look up he pushed you under his chin.

“Joel?”

“I …” He should say those three words – the words you were begging to hear but he couldn’t. He might never be able to find the courage to say it. Saying it would mean everything was out in the open. Saying it would mean he has something to lose.

He’s so tired of losing people.

He wasn’t gonna risk it with you.

So he doesn’t say it but he doesn’t have to.

He cleared his throat and you let him find his words and form his thoughts despite your confusion. Finally, after a long moment of silence you felt him let out a breath, cupping your cheek and looking down at you, and – ah, he really doesn’t have to say it.

It was written all over his being.

“I found us a cabin up north.”

Hiiii!

Im not fully back, still in the middle of the internship but I had gotten so obsessed with Joel I just needed to write this. This story was inspired by A LOT of amazing works I have read especially @toxicanonymity and @softlyspector (who actually gave me the idea about Joel being so territorial about the people he loves) so please check out all their works!

Also this song is inspired by a lot of lana del rey song but the title is from "How to disappear"

Enjoy,

tia xoxo

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u think i am joking but this is genuinely how i look while writing: “god, you’re so fucking wet” and “such a good girl” for the hundreth time in my miserable existence

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"m’kay— think that's enough for one night, doll," toji lets out an amused chuckle as he observes your actions through his peripheral.

you’re leaning over the tray placed on your lap to snort your fifth line of coke that night, your head shooting back up to face the roof of toji’s car as you scrunch your nose in an attempt to offset the sting of the powder lining your sinuses. once the feeling subdued, you lazily turn to face the man in the driver’s seat, blinking at him dumbfoundedly with a pouty frown on your lips.

huh.

how’d i end up in my boyfriend’s dad’s car?

why couldn’t megumi come pick me up? did i even call him? i don’t think i did. did yuuji do it? why didn’t megumi come to the party in the first place? oh, right, he has that exam tomorrow morning. wait, don’t i have to write that exam, too? god, it’s so hot, even with the windows down. the wind feels nice… shit, it’s really cold.

the harsh gust of the cool summer night’s wind flew in through toji’s open window and across your body, pushing your hair past your shoulders and raising goosebumps on your bare arms. you shiver against the leather seat, sinking further into it in an attempt to avoid the draft. this shift in your position seems to have only made it worse, however; the rigid breeze now skimming over your chest.

oh, wait, that feels good…

the copious amount of drugs in your blood had you hyper-cognizant of every tiny, minute change your body experienced, and that translated into the heightened responses it elicited.

you feel your nipples harden through the thin fabric of your tank top, and you can’t help the way your thighs start rubbing together to ease the inevitable throbbing of your clit. your breathing is quick to become ragged as you feel yourself burning up, and you undo your seatbelt to shuffle uncomfortably in your seat.

“f-fuck…” it escapes you as the quietest of erotic sighs, yet, it’s loud enough for toji’s ears to pick up on.

he’s snapping his head towards you at the sound of your high-pitched voice and the slow beeping coming from his car to signal him that you’d removed your seatbelt. his brow is raised and worry is hidden in his eyes behind the usual nonchalance they carry— he’s ready to ask you if you’re alright before the sight in front of him nearly knocks the air out of his lungs.

your head is leaning back against the headrest, face set blissfully with slightly parted lips and closed eyes. his gaze scans over your body; your nipples peeking out through your tank top, your far too-short skirt doing a poor job of covering your legs— the fabric bunching up at your hips and one of your hands slotted in between your thighs. you're dragging your clit along your fist, the faint gasps you let out travelling straight to toji’s cock.

fucking hell. were you too coked up to notice that your boyfriend’s dad was sitting right next to you?

from the first day his son brought you home, toji knew. he knew damn well you were going to cause him a lot of problems. he couldn’t deny that he had the hots for his son’s girlfriend; what with the way you waltz around his home wearing nothing but megumi’s shirts and your panties, with the way you talk to him with coquettish undertones lacing your soft voice, with the way you always smile at him so sweetly and so, so enticingly.

did you have any idea of what you do to him? or were you just that fucking naive?

did you have any idea of how he fucks his fist to the obscene sounds of your whimpers and whines as megumi fucks you into the bed in the next room over? or how he spills all over your panties that had accidentally gotten into his laundry? or how you’re in his dreams damn near every night, where he’s the one leaving his mark on you, and not megumi.

he’s brought back to the present when the tempo of the beeps coming from his car increases. before he realises it, he’s reaching out to place a sweaty palm on your thigh— a bit further up than he probably should’ve— to lightly shake you, “hey, doll, you gotta put your seatbelt back on.”

you whine in response, arching your back further off the seat upon the contact of his skin on yours, “don’t wanna…” your free hand finds its way on top of toji’s much larger one, and you slide your fingers under his palm to hold it, “can- can you… h-hah…”

toji would never admit it, but you have him short circuiting. behind his seemingly cool demeanour, he’s having a hard time driving straight in between the lines; his car swerving left and right. the incessant beeping from the dashboard that only seems to be getting louder and louder doesn’t do anything to help the chaos of the situation he’s in, “c’mon, use your words…”

he hides his flustered arousal behind that signature, devilish smirk of his, eyes fluttering between the road and your legs as he swallows an impending groan that’s brought on by you sliding his hand to hook onto the inside of your thigh.

toji's too focused on trying to not let your lewd whimpers get to his head— and his dick, to notice that the grip he had on the steering wheel was turning white-knuckled and that his foot had been applying more pressure on the accelerator.

120 mph.

“t-toji…”

he covers up a cough with a low chuckle, your soft call of his name sending his brain into overdrive. he rubs a comforting thumb along your thigh— fuck, your skin was so soft, “yeah, doll?”

you utter almost painfully, “ngh— n-need… need you…”

130 mph.

toji fushiguro was a greedy man. he craved money, sex, and all the thrills that the universe had to offer. but at this point in his life, nothing came close to how much he wanted you. was it because you were probably the only thing that he couldn’t have? maybe.

was it because you belonged to his son and not him? perhaps.

toji fushiguro was a greedy man, but the amount of self-discipline he has is almost surprising. he knows not to touch what’s not his— especially when it comes to megumi.

but with the way you’re begging him to take you, with the way you’re clinging onto his hand as if it were a lifeline— god, toji doesn’t think his patience has ever been tested to this extreme.

“fuck me… please— oh, god— need it s’bad, toji…”

140 mph.

the thin thread of resolve that toji had was very close to tearing. he inhales deeply, before looking over at you with a grin more sinister than before, “you’re playing a dangerous game here… don’t get your pretty little head into somethin’ y’know you won’t be able to get out of,” his fingers experimentally dig into the flesh of your thigh, coaxing a wanton moan of his name from your throat.

"want you so bad… wanna fuck you so bad," your thighs tighten around his hand, "want you inside me, wanna feel you fill me up—"

and that's when he snaps.

"fuck this," with a sudden jerk of the steering wheel, he's pulling over to the side of the freeway, putting his car in park before hastily undoing his seatbelt and leaning over to maneuver you onto his lap. without warning, he takes either side of your face in his hands, pulling you into him to clash his lips against yours.

the kiss is hungry and full of lust, full of the want and need that toji’s had bottled up in him for the many months you’ve been dating his son.

his fingers trace down your neck to slide the straps of your tank-top off your shoulders, pulling down the front to expose your breasts. the cool breeze of the night flows through the open window, goosebumps forming on your supple skin, and you can't help the shiver that runs up your spine as you press your chest into his to try and feel as much of him against you as possible.

his palms crawl under the fabric of your top and run up your sides, stopping at your chest to rub his calloused thumbs over your perky nipples. his actions elicit a ghost of a moan from you and an uncontrolled buck of your hips against his, "f-fuck..."

toji’s fully sober, but he feels himself getting drunk on your taste and touch, the alcohol on your tongue prominent against his, the tip of his nose lightly dusted with the white powder you messily snorted earlier. your one hand is under his black skin-tight shirt, warm palm placed on his taut abs to feel the way they contract and expand under your sensual touch; your other hand is lost in his straight black locks, gripping and gently tugging every time you feel yourself slipping deeper and deeper into your arousal.

he’s groaning into your mouth and ravishing you with sloppy kisses, sucking and tugging on your lower lip before releasing it with a pop, "do you have any idea of what you do to me? walkin’ around dressed like a fuckin' hooker?" his large hands travel down to your hips, impatient fingers tapping against the cotton fabric of your too-short skirt; he's snarling against your jaw, peppering wet kisses and leaving bite marks along his trail, "the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you smile— the way you cry out my son’s name when he’s fucking you into the bed? yeah, doll, i can hear it all, y’know."

the growl lacing his baritone voice sends blood rushing straight to your clit and prompts you to grind down onto his lap, revealing the boner he'd popped, "please, toji—"

"fuck; you sound even better when you’re sayin’ my name,” his lips are at your collarbone now, trailing south to leave love-bites on the curvature of your breasts— right atop the fading ones left on you by megumi from nights prior. as for toji’s hands— they're on your thighs, palming and squeezing at whatever flesh he can get a hold of.

his fingers dance upwards, and you feel a lick of warmth shoot up your abdomen as he nears the place you need him the most. toji lets out a low groan against your sternum when he feels the lack of the thin fabric he was expecting to separate your cunt from the thick denim of his jeans, "no panties? you're practically begging to be fucked stupid, aren't cha?"

"wan' it s'bad, toji, please, please,” pawing at his crotch with butterfingers, you attempt to remove the button of his jeans, letting out a needy whine when you can't get them undone.

tojii notices that your words are more slurred now— the copious amounts of drugs and alcohol in your system are probably just reaching their peak.

he’s a man of questionable morals; sure, he’s definitely dreamed about fucking you every which way when he sleeps at night, waking up with soiled boxers and sweat drenching the sheets. he’s definitely shamelessly fucked his fist while he hears the bed creak rhythmically from his son’s room next door, your broken mewls and cries spurring him on until he cums the most he thinks he ever has.

he’s a man of questionable morals; but even he can tell this is an all time low for him. there's a voice in the back of his mind that's screaming at him to stop, how messed up it is of him to be fucking his son's girlfriend— but how does he expect himself to hold back when you're the one who pushed yourself onto him, when you're the one asking him— and not his son, your boyfriend— to bury his cock deep within you and fill you up.

toji helps you with unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his cock from its confines, letting out a curse when the cold night breeze sweeps over it. your pussy throbs at the sight of his dick— it's leaking pre-cum, fat tip flushed red and angry; desperately in need of attention with the way it's twitching against his abdomen. you can't help the giggle that escapes you in that moment, your index finger lightly tracing over a prominent vein, "can tell where ‘gumi got his size from…”

his cock twitches again at your words, a breathy laugh leaving him as he leans forward, one hand finding the back of your neck to mold his lips against yours. with his other hand, he takes a hold of his cock and strokes it a few times, rubbing the pre-cum over his length before flicking your skirt up and gliding the head in between your folds, making sure to give extra attention to your puffy nub. he feels your hips buck against his and your arms wrap tighter around his shoulders when he prods your entrance open, dreamily sighing into his mouth, “feels s’good, toji…”

“h-hah, ‘m not even in you yet— o-oh, fuck,” you sink down on his full length without warning, languid moans falling from both of your lips, and your ass squishing down against his thighs as you take a moment to adjust to his size.

just from looking at his dick, you thought it was roughly the same size as your boyfriend’s but fuck, does it feel so much bigger inside you— the girth stretching you out almost painfully and the thick head hitting pleasure points against your wall that you didn’t even know existed. your chest flushes with warmth when he shifts his hips experimentally, your clit catching onto his pubic bone, earning a broken whimper from you as you bury your head in the crook of his neck.

maybe it’s all the foreign substances in your blood talking, but toji’s dick feels so, so amazing— feels like you’re in seventh heaven, and he hasn’t even started moving. a part of you is scared for him to, knowing that you’ll be sure to cum embarrassingly quick from the heavy drag of his veiny cock and the tip nudging up against that one sacred spot inside you that megumi’s dick couldn’t even dream of reaching.

unbeknownst to you, toji was experiencing the same inner turmoil. he swears he’s never been in pussy this tight— or at least not in many years; and god, he doesn’t remember the last time he’s felt this good. he’s pretty sure you’re unaware of the way your wall is clamping down on his length, but he’s hyper aware of how your ministrations keep pushing him closer and closer to his release. his arms engulf your frame and pull you flush against his chest, his breathing ragged against the crown of your head, “gotta stop clenching ‘round my cock like that, baby, f-fuck.”

your hold on his bicep loosens as you turn your head into his face, lips tracing his jaw. you look up at him through your lashes and you both share the same expression; parted lips slowly curving upwards into soft smiles. toji knew this was wrong; who in their right mind would fuck their son’s girlfriend? you also knew it was wrong, even through your clouded inebriation, but that just added to the thrill of it all; the giddiness in both of you growing by the second, “i— s-sorry…”

toji’s heart swells upon hearing your sweet voice, and he can’t help but coo at you, “good girl, so sweet f’me— umph!”

good girl.

all it took were those two words to have you clamping down on his cock again, this time much harder than previously. a lewd cry escapes your lips as your head falls forward onto his chest, your arms encircling his broad shoulders, “f-fuck, ‘m sorry!”

he’s panting into your neck, hot breath leaving drops of condensation that drip down your skin. toji has a lot of patience and willpower, both of which were running extremely low— all thanks to you. it’s not like he really minds, though; he wants nothing more than to fuck you senseless, wants nothing more than to hear you call out his name, wants nothing more than to taint you and watch his thick seed leak out of you, “y’like that, huh? like it when i praise ya, pretty?”

your needy whine overtakes his voice mid-sentence as your rub your hips against his. you want to fuck him; you want to bounce on his cock and make him feel good, but there’s no way you can. you’re practically jelly in his arms; complaisant and pliable, and half your mind is wishing you’d taken it easier on the alcohol, “mhm, can you— h-hah… fuck me, please, d-daddy?”

toji groans when hears your last word, “smart girl— catchin’ on s’quickly,” he’s quick to heed your request that you asked him oh, so sweetly for, thrusting his hips up into yours gently once, twice, and then a third time, his half-lidded eyes scanning your face.

your bottom lip is caught between your top teeth as you try to suppress the obscene sounds you knew would escape your throat; your eyes are shut and brows furrowed, head tilted back to expose your neck and chest to him. his lips find a home in the hollow of your collar bone, where he sucks and nips to mark you up even more— the thought of megumi finding your body littered with small bruises that he knows he didn’t leave has toji smirking into your skin.

his actions elicit a gasp from you and your fingers find the roots of his hair to grip them, “daddy; please, please, please— ngh, s’good,” you’re babbling at this point, without even the slightest of clues of what you’re begging him for.

calling him “daddy” again seem to awaken some type of carnal desire within him, with the way his thrusts start becoming more forceful and his fingertips dig further into the flesh of your waist. he’s hitting deep— so deep and so violently that your jaw falls slack and a loud moan of his name leaves your lips.

toji growls in response, one hand leaving your waist to pull you in by the back of your neck for a slobbery kiss. your tongues massage each other, drool dripping down the corners of your mouths. it’s messy— full of lust and passion and desire.

he loves it that way.

the sounds of his thighs slapping up against your ass and the wet squelches of his cock ploughing into your leaking cunt fill the empty silence of the car, but your lewd cries and mewls are quick to join the ensemble. you sound so cute— so innocent and so sweet with the way you’re begging for him that a part of toji wishes he hadn’t fallen prey to his craving for you. despite this, he can’t help the ever-growing amount of blood rushing down to his cock.

he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, and neither were you.

every thrust up into your soft cunny has your clit catching onto his pelvis, and you can feel the cold flame in your abdomen burning brighter from the accompanied drag of his cock against all the pleasure points that line your walls. broken gasps and whimpers fall onto his ears as you swear he’s fucking up into your womb.

toji isn’t faring much well off either; your gummy walls have his length in a vice grip, and your voice only drives him closer and closer to his high. his eyes are stuck on your entrance, salivating at the way the ring of cream coating the base of his cock gets thicker with each thrust up into you, "gonna let daddy cum inside this pretty pussy?"

“oh, fuck, y-yes—” your grip on his hair tightens.

“yeah?” it’s a back-and-forth; toji asking you almost mockingly and you responding with high-pitched whines, “so good f'me.”

and suddenly, without warning, he’s groping your ass to fuck you at an angle that has you choking on your breath. you sob at the way the fat head of his dick is hitting your cervix rapidly, falling dizzy from how he’s splitting you in half. an unfamiliar tremor slowly makes its appearance within you, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt it when megumi’s made you cum before.

no, this is different; it feels like a flash, a hot streak ripping through your body and pulsating in your abdomen as you succumb to your arousal, your body breaking into trembles under toji’s secure hold, “daddy, cumming— 'm cumming!”

“shh, that’s it, princess, let go,” his thumb finds your clit to rub gentle circles on it, helping you ride out your high. you're crying while you're cumming, the pleasure hitting you like a high tide, and you’re gasping for air as you feel your essence leaking out of the gap between your cunny and toji’s cock to wet his lap and the leather seat below him. your walls spasm around him, and he twitches inside of you as his thrusts pick up speed, “f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum too.”

and that he does. he’s leaning into you, muffling a guttural groan into your neck as his hips lose their rhythmic pace and begin to stutter. he spills inside your womb, seed sloshing around your walls to paint them an opaque, milky white. his cock twitches inside you, the warmth of your spongy walls sending gentle waves of euphoria through him.

you’re resting your head on his chest with his chin on your scalp, both of you heaving to catch your breaths in the aftermath of a mind-blowing orgasm. toji’s the first to speak, pressing a lingering kiss to your hairline, “you’re fuckin’ filthy, doll.”

his voice rumbles through his chest, the reverberations ringing through your worn body and you all of a sudden feel embarrassed, letting out a timid hum as you bury your face into the crook of his neck.

“don’t go gettin’ all shy on me now,” one of toji’s hands tighten around your waist, the other coming up to gently cup your cheek and lift your face to meet his gaze.

he had always thought your looks were easy on the eyes, but seeing you like this— with your tired, lust-blown eyes, a thin sheen of saliva coating your pouty lips, and the moon casting her light down on one side of your face to illuminate the apples of your cheeks and the colour of your irises— god, he swears he’s never seen a sight more stunning, “megumi’s one lucky bastard,” his thumb caresses your cheekbone and you find yourself leaning into his touch, a lazy smile making its way onto your face.

he’s silent as he admires your face for a minute before you finally process his previous statement, your brain working at half it’s sober speed, “hah, or maybe he’s not—”

“let’s not… let’s not think about that for now,” he whispers before leaning forward to slot your lips between his in an attempt to push that thought aside in his mind.

the gravity of the situation you’d both gotten yourselves into hadn’t exactly hit yet— neither of you want it to— thinking that you could stay in this position, with his lips moulded against yours and his cock buried deep within the warm confinements of your walls for eternity.

you're both brought out of your post-sex bliss when buzzing comes from your phone that’s laying face up on the shotgun seat. your heads turn in time to take a look at who's calling, only to be met with a selfie of you and megumi on the screen. toji reaches an arm out to pick up the device, an expletive followed by a low laugh leaving his lips, and he taps your phone gently against the side of your head, "so... you gonna answer that, princess? or should i?"

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Don't worry if your life is in chaos, you are like the universe itself and its law of entropy. もの久保 on Pivix

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ways writers can be inclusive 101

“my cheeks turned pink in embarrassment” → “my cheeks heated in embarrassment”

“his hand ran through my hair” → “his hand ran over my head/hair”

“her bright pink pussy” → literally anything else

stop using mood boards of only white couples/children (heavy on this one)

using children names like eveleigh ann (do i need to explain..)

her hair was put in a messy bun/her long silky hair…

Respectfully, I know it’s just fanfiction, but if you’re going to write reader insert fics then do the bare minimum of making sure it’s actually inclusive and not white coded. Many of us shouldn’t read an x reader fic and imagine a white woman every single time. Stop taking criticism from bipocs, saying your writing is not inclusive, as hate. Let go of the mindset that having a bipoc in your writing means they have to go through some racial struggle or you must talk about their culture (a lot of bipocs don’t know their culture/where they came from). It shouldn’t make you uncomfortable to write them in your stories, we’re normal people too. If it does maybe a reflection is meant to be had. Like i said, it’s just fanfiction and it’s supposed to be fun, but some of y’all are purposefully exclusive and still tag your writing wrong.

And if you can’t handle it, tag ur fic as an oc or white!reader. Because it’s not right for writers to attack people asking for inclusivity and playing victim bc they know they can.

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a rare condition.

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summary | when bucky finds out you've been having some "funny feelings" down in a very special place, he decides to bring you to his friend, steve, a doctor who can hopefully figure out what's causing you such distress between your legs.

pairings | soft!dark!daddy!bucky barnes x innocent!little!reader, soft!dark!doctor!steve rogers x innocent!little!reader

warnings | ddlg (daddy!bucky, little!reader), innocent reader (doesn't understand sexual engagement), dubcon/noncon/dark warnings because reader actively resists sexual engagement, abuse of power, mild medfet elements, (minor) fluid talk, restraints, fingering, forced orgasm, crying, soft mocking/degradation, praise kink

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an | wow okay so here it finally is! very excited to share this full length stucky fic with you all :-) also this is filthy i feel fear lol

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"Oh babydoll, what're we gonna do with you?" the sound of your daddy's worry-stricken voice echoes in your head as you bounce your leg anxiously against the soft cushion of the passenger seat, your eyes glued down on your sparkly tennis shoes. Heat rises through your cheeks as you recall the look that had formed on Bucky's face when he found you completely naked in your bed, hand pressed down against the warm folds of skin tucked between your legs. You hadn't been able to come up with a response to the man's question; all you could do was squeak in embarrassment. The worst part was, you weren't even sure why you were so ashamed. There had never been any rule set against what you were doing; Bucky had never told you not to, but somewhere deep inside of you, you just knew you shouldn't.

"Why're you doing that, sweetheart? Is something wrong?" your daddy had asked, coming up beside the bed and crouching down to your level with a look of deep concern washing over his face.

"I-I-... I don't know, Daddy," you had admitted sheepishly, yanking your hand away from your swollen flesh. Bucky's eyes had widened at the faint glistening of wetness present on your fingers.

"Honey..." his gentle voice had trailed off. "Are you... is it wet down there?"

Swallowing hard, tears had built in your eyes as your hand shook in front of the both of you. "I-I'm sorry, Daddy," you had whimpered, afraid that you'd angered him.

Sighing, Bucky had shaken his head. "No, doll. It's alright, you don't have to be sorry. It's not your fault this's happened, but we need to get you seen by someone, baby. S'not normal for little girls to be touching themselves and wet like this; something must be wrong."

"Please, no doctor, Daddy. Too scary," you had pleaded, bottom lip trembling as Bucky had gathered you into his arms.

"Shh, sweetheart. It'll be alright. There's a specialist I know of; I think he'll be able to help you. I promise I'll be right with you the whole time, darlin'. S'gonna be okay."

"This must be the one," Bucky's voice in real-time cuts off your train of thought as the car pulls up into what you're surprised to see is the driveway of a house. Glancing around, you're confused to find that your daddy's driven you to what appears as a normal-looking home in the suburbs. Raising an eyebrow as you look over at him, Bucky explains, "Since he runs a rather private practice, I guess his office is right in his home."

As the both of you undo your seatbelts and get out of the car, a lump of anxiety forms in your throat as the hot summer sun shines down on you. Quickly joining Bucky at his side, together you make your way up the walkway to the side pair of glass doors, what appears to be a separate entrance for the doctor's place of work. Just as you're approaching the doors, a man appears through the glass, smiling at both of you as he swings one of the large glass panels open to greet you.

"Well, hello there," the gentleman greets, the warmth in his eyes as he smiles only providing the slightest bit of reassurance. "You must be the Barnes's."

"Pleasure to meet you, doctor," your daddy greets politely, shaking the man's hand.

"Pleasure's all mine," the blonde-haired doctor replies kindly before turning his attention to you, bending down slightly to avoid towering over you. "And you must be y/n," he guesses, holding out his large hand. Blinking nervously, you accept the gesture, causing the man's grin to grow as he gazes gently at you with his deep blue eyes. "I'm Dr. Steve Rogers. It's so nice to meet you; I hope you don't mind I've asked you to come out here instead of to my office in the city. S'just been quiet lately, and I prefer to work at home when I can," the man, Steve, explains as he straightens himself back up.

"It's no trouble at all," Bucky assures him as the kind doctor leads you both into the home. Looking around, you're impressed to see that he's even got a waiting room set up, complete with a small reception desk and a few chairs, along with some magazines and other decorative items.

"Sometimes my assistant's here, but I let her take the weekend off since I knew your daddy would be accompanying you," Steve tells you as he grabs a file from the desk, opening it briefly to take a look before turning back to you and your daddy. "Alright then, I'm gonna finish up your intake forms on the computer; in the meantime, I'll let you into the exam room. I've left a gown out on the table, so please go ahead and take everything off but your socks and crack the door open when you're ready."

"Will do. Thank you, doctor," Bucky answers for you as the tall man guides the two of you to a door beyond the reception desk and opens it up for you.

As you walk into the room, the first thing you notice is the padded exam table sitting out diagonally, taking up a good portion of the space. At its end are a pair of metal devices that seem to be secured to the piece of furniture tightly; a whimper rises up in your throat as you eye the thick nylon restraints hanging down from several points on the table.

"Sweetheart?" Bucky questions as he closes the door behind the doctor who's now left to go finish your intake. "Oh honey," your daddy croons as he sees the tears already starting to build in your eyes. "Hey, it's okay, babydoll. He isn't going to hurt you; he's a doctor, remember? He just wants to help," he soothes as he crouches down in front of you, stroking your cheek with his flesh hand. "I know this is scary, angel, but I promise I'll be right by your side, okay? So I need you to be really brave for me, think you can do that?"

Bottom lip trembling, you do your best to nod convincingly. "Y-yes, Daddy."

"That's my good girl," Bucky smiles proudly at you, reaching up and grabbing the folded gown from where it's been set out. "Now how about we get you all ready for the doctor, hmm? Looks like the gowns he has are much cuter than the ones at the normal clinic," he tries to lighten the mood by pointing out the cute daisy pattern on the light-blue garment.

"Daisies," you mumble innocently as the man begins to undress you, slipping both of your arms through the paper-thin gown before tying the sets of strings in the front.

"That's right, petal," Bucky nods as he helps you slip off your shoes, leaving you in nothing but your bright white socks with the ruffles at the top and the surprisingly soft cover-up. "You think we got any growing in the backyard yet, honey?" he continues to try to distract you as he lifts you up onto the exam table, setting you down gently on the crinkly teddy-bear patterned paper covering the padded surface and allowing your legs to dangle down between the strange metal contraptions.

"Maybe," you shrug as your daddy goes back over to the door, cracking it open just as the doctor requested before rejoining you at your side, rubbing your back soothingly as he can tell you're still anxious.

"Why don't we go take a look when we get back home, then?" Bucky suggests just as you begin to hear footsteps approaching the door. "If we find some, we can pick a nice bunch and put them out in a vase on the table, just like last summer."

A gentle knock cuts your conversation short as Steve enters the room, smiling at both of you as he greets, "Hey, we're all set. Thanks for getting changed for me. I know those gowns aren't the most fashionable or fun to wear, but it makes things a lot easier for me during the exam." Setting his file down on the computer desk in the far corner of the room, he kicks out the circular rolling stool from underneath, guiding it over and sitting down in front of you as you and Bucky wait for him to continue.

"So I read over the inquiry your daddy submitted to me," the blonde-haired man begins gently, "and it sounds like you're having some unusual feelings... well, down there?" he softens his voice at the question, causing heat to rise into your cheeks.

"Go ahead, you can answer the doctor," Bucky says patiently from beside you, his hand still rubbing soothing circles along your spine.

"Y-yes, doctor," you confirm.

"I see," Steve hums, "Can you tell me what sorts of feelings? I want to do a thorough exam as well, but anything you can tell me about the sensations might be helpful in reaching a diagnosis."

"Um..." your voice trails off as you swing your feet nervously, playing with your hands in your lap as you try to formulate an answer. "Feels... tingly," you tell him, just as you had told your daddy before. "And... s'a little wet down there sometimes," you add sheepishly.

"Okay, so you're having some sensitivity, and occasional discharge," he rewords your description, a thoughtful look apparent on his face. "Your daddy said that when he discovered you were having... issues, he found you touching yourself in those sensitive places. Is that right?"

Swallowing hard, you nod, humiliation settling into your gut as you realize that just the act of talking through all this now is starting to trigger all the strange, unwanted feelings. "Honey? Are you alright?" Bucky asks, noticing your discomfort.

"Y-yeah, sorry," you stumble, but Steve seems to see right through you.

"It's alright, y/n. There's no need to be ashamed about any of this; while it is concerning to hear about your symptoms, I can promise you we're doing to do everything we can to get you all sorted out. Now, little one, I can see that your face is becoming awfully flushed; I have to ask, are you starting to get those unusual feelings now?"

Trying to clench your muscles to keep yourself from trembling, you consider lying to the doctor and your daddy. But ultimately, you know it would be no use. "Y-yes," you admit shakily.

"You're getting wet down there, sweetheart?" the doctor asks sympathetically, the pity in his voice for some reason only making you feel worse.

"Y-yes, doctor."

"Okay. Well, I think we ought to take a look, then," Steve decides as he grabs a metal tray equipped with various medical devices and wheels it over to himself with his foot, rolling up the sleeves of his white button-down before grabbing a pair of exam gloves off the tray and snapping them onto each hand. "If I could just have you lay back, doll; maybe your daddy can help you." Bucky's quick to assist you, lowering you back down against the noisy roll of paper as the doctor checks his instruments.

"Now," the doctor states, "I'm going to have you come to the edge of the table with your bottom, and place each of your legs in these stirrups, here." As soon as you process the man's words, a soft whimper escapes your lips as you look up shakily at your daddy, begging him with your eyes for an escape. "It's alright, sweetheart," Steve soothes patiently, clearly used to working with difficult patients, "it's just going to help me get a better look at the area that's bothering you."

"Come on now, angel," Bucky encourages, lifting you by the hips and positioning you down further on the table before taking your legs one by one and placing them in the devices. "Daddy's right here, babydoll. You're okay."

"Now, I'm just going to use some straps to help keep you in place," Steve explains softly as he begins fastening the nylon bonds against your legs, knees, and ankles, causing tears to begin pooling in your eyes. "Aww, it's okay," he smiles gently as he fixes one over your tummy as well, grabbing the adjustable light hanging down above you and moving it over the spot between your legs. "Just need to make sure we keep you nice and safe," the doctor hums as he settles back down on his stool, taking the cloth gown gently by the bottom hem and lifting it up to completely reveal you to both of the men's attentive gazes.

"Daddy," you whimper through tears, squirming slightly against the tight restraints.

"You're okay, petal. Shhh," Bucky soothes, stroking your hair back with one hand while still keeping his eyes down on the doctor and his work.

"Now, let me just take a look," Steve says as he tightens his gloves, lowering his head slightly to look over your glistening heat. Whining in humiliation, you jerk once more against the straps, but they're much too strong to let you move even a fraction of an inch. "I see," Steve hums as he examines the area, "you're awfully wet down here, darlin'," he adds as he brings a single finger up to run through your folds, causing you to cry out shamelessly as tears run down your burning cheeks.

"Does that hurt, baby?" Bucky asks, his voice dripping with concern.

"No, I don't think she's experiencing any pain," the doctor answers for you, "it's just sensitive, right, sweetheart?" he asks.

"P-please," you beg as he uses both hands to spread you open, the cool air against your aching cunt sending a million little shocks bursting through your toes.

"Poor thing," Steve mumbles, his eyes taking in every inch of your untouched sex. "Mr. Barnes, I do believe I spoke with you about my best guess as to what this could be during our phone conversation."

"Yes," Bucky answers gravely, the dread in his voice causing your heart to pound heavily in your chest.

"Wh-what is it? Is it bad?" you ramble anxiously, cut off by Steve's gentle shushing.

"Shhh, it's okay, doll. It's not bad, necessarily. It's just extremely rare," he explains. "The sensitivity your body is displaying isn't normal; I believe it's part of a rare condition that makes your genitalia much more responsive than it should be. Normal little girls can't feel much at all down here, but with this condition, your special parts are filled with heightened nerves. Especially," he pauses, dragging a thumb up through your folds, "here."

As soon as he hits the spot, your entire body jerks and you let out a sharp cry, causing the men to sigh sadly. "There it is," Steve confirms, holding his hands still as you struggle to process the intense sensations you just experienced. "What I just tested was your clitoral sensitivity. There's a little nub positioned just above your opening, and most girls don't have any feeling in it. But for you, it's a great source of hassle, as it holds an incredible amount of nerve endings and can become painful if not properly stimulated."

"Painful?" Bucky asks worriedly.

"The condition requires regular treatment that can be administered at home," Steve explains as he pulls away from you, allowing you to let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding in. Looking up at you, the doctor says gently, "If you don't take proper care of this issue, you're likely to experience a great deal of discomfort. But don't worry, sweetheart. I'm gonna show you and your daddy exactly how to treat the funny feelings, and as long as you do that, you shouldn't have a problem."

"Thank you, doctor," your daddy sighs, a hint of relief present in his voice as he strokes back your hair. Turning to you, he soothes, "It's gonna be alright, angel. We'll make sure to do everything the doctor says, right? And then just like he told you, you'll be healthy as can be."

"That's right," Steve confirms with a smile. "Now, the treatment process isn't something a little one like you can manage on your own, so you must let your daddy take care of you, okay?" Trying to hide your nerves, you nod, dreading whatever kind of 'treatment' the doctor might be suggesting. "Good. Now, when you do this, and I would recommend doing it at least a few times a day, you'll want to have her lie down on her back and spread her legs nice and wide for you, just like this," the doctor begins instructing Bucky. "She'll need this help whenever she's experiencing the funny feelings or the wetness, so be sure to check on her often."

"I'll be as diligent as I can," Bucky promises.

"Good. Now y/n, sweetheart, I just need you to relax for me, okay? I'm going to begin touching you again. Deep breath in, doll." As soon as the words leave Steve's mouth, you can feel his gloved finger dragging back up through your wetness, a terrified whine sounding in your throat as he once again approaches your most sensitive spot. But this time, instead of stopping, he does something much, much worse.

He begins rubbing it.

Letting out a sob, you strain against the restraints as indescribable sensations wash over your entire body. Your little nub seems to be on fire as Steve rubs in gentle circles, cooing, "Oh, I know, honey. I know it's so sensitive; it's alright. You're alright, doll."

"Shhh, baby. Let the doctor do his work," Bucky croons from your side, continuing to stroke back your hair as you're subjected to the blonde-haired man's terrible ministrations.

"You'll want to make sure her button's nice and wet when you do this," Steve explains as he continues rubbing, "working in nice, tight circles, right over the head. That's it, little one. Doin' so good for us... I know, sweetheart. I know, it's so much, isn't it?"

"P-please," you hiccup, unable to keep your body from jerking violently at the terrible feeling. "B-burns, please, d-doctor, n-no more!"

"Oh, poor thing," Steve frowns sympathetically, bringing his other hand up to settle over your lower belly. "It's okay, darlin'. I know it's so much, so hot down there, isn't it? You're doin' just fine, little one. Are you starting to feel something building inside of you?" Looking up at your daddy, the doctor tells him, "she'll need to be stimulated to climax. Her body will spasm violently, and she might even release some extra fluid; she won't be able to help it."

"Please, please," you pant, terror building inside you as you feel the faint forming of a new feeling, a great and terrible feeling that you can only guess matches whatever the doctor is describing.

"That's it, honey, almost there," Steve encourages as Bucky all but holds your head down against the padded surface to keep it from slamming dangerously up and down. "You'll need to keep on stimulating her through her release; you're so close, sweetheart, come on, that's it- there."

A mangled cry rises through your throat as your entire body snaps, a rush of heat flooding out of you as you squirt out all over the doctor's shirt and face. You're much too busy to notice, though, every muscle of your body tightening as your eyes slam shut, a terrible burning ripping through your core. "Good," you can hear Steve's gentle voice soothing through the pounding in your ears, "that's a good girl, such a good little doll, cumming so hard for the doctor."

After what feels like an eternity, you finally feel his hands leaving you as you heave against the table, your entire body tingling as you hear Steve removing his gloves. "And that's all there is to it," he explains to Bucky, grabbing a few paper towels to clean himself off. "Sometimes, if the symptoms persist, she might need two or three releases in one go. Since you're here now, and she seems to be recovering okay, I think it'd be a good idea to have Daddy give it a try next."

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we’re up all night to get lucky.

summary. | Your soldier comes home after his prevailing victory.

warnings. | DD/LG, smut, praise kink, choking, manhandling, rough sex, marking, cream pie kink, degrading, post-Endgame!Bucky, angst, fluff, blood, injuries, dom/sub themes, begging, dirty talk, slight cum play, spanking, pain kink, 18+

pairings. | Daddy!Bucky Barnes x Little!Reader.

authors note. | this is for my baby, poppy (@burninmatches). happy birthday!! i just wanna say that i am so so so glad that we’re friends, ilysm. o know we both have dealt with some ~stuff~ but i think that it’s made us closer and better people. you’re such a sweet, nice, kind person who is an absolute angel! you’re severely underrated and i truly hope that you get the recognition you deserve. ilysm, happy birthday! (if anyone wants to be added to my taglist, please let me know through an ask!) GIF IS MINE, PLEASE DONT USE IT WITHOUT MU EXPRESSED PERMISSION!!

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for your sake

Pairing: Mafia!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x little!f!reader

Word Count: 1,890

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, details of violence, torture and mentions of blood and murder.

Summary: Bucky would do anything to keep his little angel, the one and only person he ever goes soft for, safe.

A/N: it was just a thought until i acted on it and now we're here if you need anything i'll be hiding somewhere because 'm not very confident about this one. please enjoy xx

“Dada.”

Bucky heard her small voice call from outside his office before a tiny knock on the door followed, and cursed under his breath.

“Not one fucking sound,” he growled to his men as well as the man he was currently torturing, not that the guy could make actual sounds anymore.

Everyone in the room knew better than to disobey the direct order. They knew for a fact that Bucky's girl was the thickest red line. They could see the not-very-much-living proof before their eyes.

Being the boss, Bucky rarely did that sort of thing himself. He had men to take care of anyone in any and every way. But this was different. It was about his girl. The man tied to the chair in the middle of the room, bleeding from nearly everywhere, wanted to expose her existence to Bucky's rivals. He wanted to give Bucky’s enemies a way to hit him the only place where it truly hurt. And so Bucky took it upon himself to break every single bone in that man's body and have him feel it. And if he was to die as a result of bleeding or pain during the process then that was just his luck.

Bucky wiped the blood from his hand on a towel as best as he could and adjusted his shirt before he went to open the door. He shouldn't be doing this in his home office but his men had caught the fucker in the middle of the night and to Bucky's instructions they immediately brought him to where their boss was.

She was patiently waiting outside in one of Bucky’s large t-shirts, knowing better than to enter Daddy's office without permission.

“What are you doing out of bed, angel?” Bucky's soothing voice reflected nothing of what was happening behind the walls of the office as he bent down to touch her cheek.

“Dada wasn't there.” She sleepily blinked, making grabby hands at him.

Bucky momentarily looked down at his flesh hand, red and slightly blood-tainted, before sighing and wrapping his arms around her anyway. He carried her on his hip, his metal arm supporting her up as she wrapped her legs around him.

“Let's get you back to bed, baby.” Bucky pecked her cheek.

“Dada gonna stay this time?” She asked, her head laid on his shoulder and her fingers playing with the ends of his soft hair.

“Daddy has to work, angel.” Bucky was furious but he tried to keep his tone gentle, or at least neutral for her.

“’S dada punishing someone?” She wondered shakily, her nose nuzzling the stubble on his neck.

Bucky stopped in the middle of the hallway at the question. She was too innocent, yet too clever. He knew she didn't fully comprehend the kind of punishment the man inside the office was actually being subjected to, but she was familiar with the concept. Bucky wished he could shelter her from all the violence and horridness of his world; wished he could protect her from everything bad including himself. But he was far too selfish, and he loved her too much to let her be someone else's. No one could love her as much as he did. No one could ever take care of her as well as he did. He could never let her go. He would never let his angel be without him.

“Yes, angel,” Bucky answered honestly, picking up his steps again.

“That man did something bad?” She asked curiously, her head slightly lifting off his shoulder.

“Mhhm,” Bucky confirmed, stroking up and down her bare thighs in an attempt to warm her up.

“Too bad?” His hold tightened around her when he recalled what the man had attempted to do.

“Daddy doesn't want you to worry your pretty, little head about that, angel, okay?” Bucky caressed her hair, giving her a tender smile.

“Yes, dada.” She nodded obediently.

“Good girl.” He kissed her hairline, walking faster, wanting to get her into bed as soon as possible.

“Dada?”

“What is it, angel?” Bucky knew she wasn’t going to let this go.

“Can't you just forgive him?” she suggested, her voice small and laced with sympathy.

Oh, if she only knew what that man would've done to her if he could’ve gotten his hands on her. If she only knew what bad things could've happened to her had he let the world know about her and her little space.

“Angel, what did we say about daddy's work?” Bucky reminded her, his tone firm yet calm and kind.

“That it's dangerous,” she muttered in the collar of Bucky's shirt.

“And?”

“And that I was not allowed to put my nose in it,” she continued, cutely pressing her nose to the side of Bucky's neck, making his chest vibrate with a low laugh.

“That's right, angel. So stay out of it.” He patted her back adoringly.

“But dada forgives me sometimes, when I ask nicely,” she argued still and Bucky sighed.

“That's because you're daddy's girl and you use your manners.”

“He said please,” she mumbled, pulling back and tilting her head to the side to make Bucky look at her.

“Angel, drop it. You don't wanna get yourself a punishment too now, do you?” Bucky narrowed his eyes at her.

“No, dada.” She quickly shook her head.

“No, you don't. What do you want, baby?”

“To be dada's good, little angel forever an’ always.” She repeated Bucky’s words, putting her head back on his shoulder in defeat.

“Atta girl.” He kissed her head once more, slowly kicking the bedroom door open.

“There we go.” Bucky breathed in relief as he saw her get under the covers, tucking her in carefully and pecking her lips.

“Dada?” She held onto his pinky before he could leave.

“Yes, angel?”

“I don't wan' you to be mad at me,” she whispered, holding onto his hand.

“I'm not.” Bucky smiled, his thumb rubbing her knuckles as he sat next to her on the bed.

“But I really wan' you to forgive the man in your offi-”

“Angel.” The mafia boss scowled, his jaw ticking as he dropped her hand.

Did she have any idea what he was trying to protect her from? That man downstairs deserved all the pain he could get and she wanted him forgiven?

“Please, dada, for my sake,” she begged lowly, pecking Bucky’s soft beard, “please.”

“Why do you care, little girl? What do you know?! You're just a dumb, little baby!” Bucky yelled, his shout ringing in the big room and bringing instant tears to her eyes.

“He s-sounded in pain. H-He said he was sorry,” she croaked out as her voice went brittle, a sob escaping her lips. She covered her face with the blankets and began crying.

Bucky tsked in remorse, running his metal hand through his hair. For her sake? Whose sake was he doing all of this for in the first place?!

She must've heard it all before she’d knocked. The wheezing whimpers and muffled screams as Bucky broke one finger after the other on the bastard's hands. The pounding of Bucky's ringed fist against his nose until it was mush and blood. The begging and pain-induced repenting as Bucky walked back to the tools table set in the corner of the office. He couldn't really shield her from this after all. She’s heard all of it and her pure heart wanted mercy for the traitor. She most importantly wasn’t one bit scared of Bucky and still believed he could have pity. He loved that deep down she knew Bucky could never hurt her no matter how bad he did others.

Bucky exhaled, a frown taking over his handsome features. She deserved better; way better. She was too pure for this world, yet Bucky remained selfish for her love.

“Hey, angel. No, no, hey, daddy didn't mean it.” He pulled the covers down bit by bit, not wanting to scare her, his metal thumb wiping the tears from her cheeks.

“I'm sorry, dada,” she sniffled, holding onto his forearms.

Bucky was relatively new to being a Daddy and while he didn't exactly get or do everything right when he first found out she was a little, he just knew he unconditionally adored her and he always reminded himself to act according to that one unquestionable fact. The mafia boss was never as soft or as lenient before he met her, not even close, and he would rather get shot than see her cry.

“It's okay, angel. I'm sorry I yelled.” Bucky kissed her eyelids, “you’re the smartest little one, baby. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Her soft smile was back on her face again as Bucky kissed her tears away from her cheeks “try to get some sleep now, yeah?”

“Dada-”

“I'll forgive him for your sake, angel. I promise,” Bucky sighed heavily, thumb still caressing her warm cheek.

Her eyes widened in surprise and her smile grew bigger, no longer crying or pouting, “really?”

Bucky nodded, chuckling at her excitement.

“Tank you, dada.” She kissed Bucky's cheeks, again and again, making him laugh audibly, “I love you.”

“I love you much much more, angel.” He pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, retucking her in bed and finally leaving her to rest her eyes. “Now go to sleep and daddy will be back in bed to cuddle you in a minute.”

“Yes, dada.” She grinned, bringing the covers up to her chin.

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Bucky smiled after closing the door, hoping his angel’s dreams that night would be as sweet as her.

That man downstairs was definitely a lucky one. He was going to have the mercy he's been begging for for hours and it was all thanks to Bucky's compassionate angel.

He rolled his sleeves up further before examining his gun. Bucky would do anything for his girl. He would protect her with his life. He would baby her and love on her all day. And at the end of that day, he would kill for her.

Bucky originally wanted to hurt the traitor longer; wanted to drag it out for as much as was possible. He had months of different torture techniques planned ahead, just ready to be executed once the man was found. But he’d promised his angel. And Bucky has never broken his promises, not to her.

Two bullets to the head should be enough to end troubles on both sides. That was the highest form of clemency Bucky could offer such a person after he'd done such a thing. No one threatens his angel’s wellbeing and gets off easy. Bucky really believed that man should be grateful.

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“Dada, did you let him go?” She asked drowsily, inching closer and gluing herself to Bucky's side. She was too sleepy to notice he’s had a change of shirts.

“Yes, angel. I let him go,” Forever “for your sake.” Bucky planted a kiss to her forehead, arms wrapping around her as she adjusted her head on his chest.

“Tank you, daddy. You're the best.” She kissed Bucky's covered pec gratefully before falling back asleep surrounded by her Daddy’s scent and warmth.

She looked so peaceful, at ease and relaxed and Bucky would die before he lets it stop being this way.

“Sleep tight, my angel.”

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What Bad Girls Get ✷ Mob Boss!Steve x Reader

18+

You’ve been a bad, bad girl. Time for your reckoning.

Content Warning: mob boss!steve x fem!reader, kind of dark!steve but not really?, smut (daddy!steve, sloppy blowjob, rough sex, degradation kink, dumbification (‘dumb baby’, 'stupid little girl’), spanking with a paddle, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, face slapping), aftercare, fluff, softdom!steve.

i do not use the term 'degradation kink’ lightly. please do not read if you are easily offended.

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Timidly, you push the large, heavy door open, slowly sticking your head through the gap. When you see that he’s alone, a small smile grows on your lips.

“Is that my little bubble?” Steve asks with a small smirk, tilting his head. “Get over here, baby.”

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