#GIVE BUCK A CAT PEOPLE PLEASE

[pickledollsheshe]

What was just supposed to be cuddling after mark got back from a fight, turned into you pressing your chest against his back and giving him what he would describe as the best hand job of his life.

Mark was so fucking exhausted. After a fight he came to you, bruised and in need of some serious TLC.

He crawled into your bed, after stripping off his tattered suit, leaving him in just his underwear (seance dog themed btw). He rested his head on your chest and let you hold him, kissing away all of the pain and unease the fight had caused him. It all seemed so sweet and light until, a few choice brushes of your hands over his skin left him feeling so so hard and uncomfortable in his boxers.

You were blissfully unaware of the need beginning to stir in him, until he made a quiet, whiny, almost desperate sounding noise.

His body tensed up when your hands stopped soothing over his bruised skin. Had he done something wrong? Did he make you uncomfortable? You must think he’s a pervert.

Thoughts were racing in his head, he was about to just get out of the bed and profusely apologize to you, until you ran your soft hand over this skin right under his belly button.

The closeness caused him to shudder and let out a small breath he didn’t even know he was holding. Your fingers traced over the band of his underwear, so so gently. He thought he could die right there, maybe from embarrassment- maybe from happiness.

He didn’t even hear you the first time you said his name, eventually snapping out of this little “trance” to squeak out a little “mhm?”.

You asked him, in that sweet voice of yours, the one you used when you talked to cat on the street, “you need me mark?”

He thought he could die, like actually die. He practically whimpered in response. Barely being able to form a “please..?” Before you started to sit up, helping his back to settle against your chest, him seated right between your thighs.

You kissed gently, almost experimentally over his neck - seeing if he was uncomfortable. And god, he couldn’t have been the furthest thing from it. He was in literal heaven, your soft lips squishing against his bruised, sensitive skin, hands already toying with his waistband.

He felt like he was going to explode in to a million little pieces in your arms. He almost wanted to, before your hand snaked its way over his clothed tip. You brushed over it, making him whine and you felt him twitch under your touch. He was already getting so hard and you knew he needed you but consent is key so you ask him “is this okay mark?” In a voice much quieter, attentive sounding, like it was just for him like he was the only one you were talking to, thinking of.

He obviously said yes, well more like his hips bucked up into the feather light touch, head falling back onto your shoulder and breathing out a little “please- need to- touch it?” He was practically begging you to touch him, to help him feel better, to make him forget about all that’d happened in the previous hours, the previous years. Make all the bad go away, and replace it with the feeling of you on his skin.

You whispered sweet praises in his ear, telling him how good of a person he was, how many people he’s saved, how much he’s loved by you and others, as you snaked your hand under his waistband, dipping in to his underwear and grabbing him in a loving, almost hug like grasp.

You moved your hand slow, like all of your thoughts and praises were pouring out of each movement - every stroke, every squeeze, writing another love note on his sensitive skin.

His thighs already began to shake, and little whines were pouring out of his lips, his heavy breathing filling your eardrums. Your hand moving at such a sweet pace - like you didn’t want it be over yet. He almost felt bad when he asked “off- take them off please?” He knew he’d cum faster if your hand was able to move fully, not trapped by the fabric of his underwear, but he needed to. He needed to cum, the pressure, combined with you - your words, and touch- and smell, it made him all the more needy, the sheer amount of love and kindness pouring out of every touch made him harder, it made it almost hurt.

When you finally pulled down the covers along with his underwear, hand smoothing over his tip to gather his pre, smearing it over his shaft as you pumped him - he felt his body almost give out. His face was leaned back and twisted almost uncomfortably into your neck, he was practically panting against your skin. His hips were jerking up, trying to chose between fucking up into your hand or staying still and letting you take control. You felt his head shift, turning your head just enough to see him looking a down at where your hand met him. His eyes were wet, tears threatening to fall down his pinky colored cheeks, lips apart, the only thing coming out were his needy sounds. They sounded almost frustrated as much as they did desperate.

You kept stroking him, hand moving slight faster now as you felt him twitching in your grasp, one of his hands gripped at the sheets beneath you, while the other went to grab at your wrist, not stopping you - almost warning you, he was about to cum, like he wanted you to know - like he knew you could pull your hand away and leave him there, but his gentle grip on you was pleading, almost begging you to not go, not leave him like the others, to let him cum, he wanted you to know he was yours and that he would let you do anything you wanted to him (at-least in that moment, he was about to nut he’s not thinking straight).

Your hand didn’t stop, or pull away, but continued its pace, not speeding up but gripping him firmer, like you were going to make him cum and he was going to sit there and take it. He didn’t object of course, hips stuttering into your hand as desperate moans and whines left his throat. He could barely get out a “gonna- fuck imgonnacum please-“ before shooting his load all over your still moving hand and his stomach. Your hand slowing down, helping him through it as he climaxed, his body weight weighing down on you - making the bed creak.

When you eventually pulled your hand off and wiped each other clean with your (favorite) T-shirt. You pulled the covers back over your sweaty body’s and shifted yourselves back down. He held onto you, like he never wanted you to go, you were the only person in his world right now and he looked at you just like it, like you had hung the stars and spun the planets yourself.

Even if he had to go to space tomorrow, or fight a lunatic before school - none of that mattered right now, because none of them were you.

(First actual fanfic/ idek what do we think guys!!)

[bixbythemartian]

Hello, my name is Bix. If you're seeing this and don't know me, I bet you've read something I wrote, like the story about the daycare worker at the end of the world, or possibly the old story about the 'evil' warlock falling in love with the princess's knight/bodyguard. (If you check my webpage or my masterlist, there's more stories to be enjoyed!)

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[kteezy997]

Beyond Business-part ten//t.c.

•continued directly from last part!

Warnings: THEY BANG! 18+ readers only please!

Timmy made you lay down on the island countertop in the kitchen. He sighed onto your stomach just before planting kisses there, his hands splayed over your hips. His hands roamed upward, tickling over your ribs. He grabbed your breasts through your unlined bra, your nipples hardened against his palms, making you moan.

Your breath quickened as his lips traveled lower, grazing over your belly button. The tip of his tongue teasing just above the hem of your underwear. “Fuck, Timothée.” you whined.

“Now who’s eager?” he smirked.

“Fuck you.” you giggled, pushing your hair away from your face.

He tucked his finger into the sides of your panties, pulling them down in swift movements. He parted your thighs, kissing each one teasingly, watching your reaction.

You were a puddle between your legs, you just knew it.

Timmy put his fingers to your clit, rubbing slowly.

You shuddered at the contact.

“Pretty girl is so wet for her boss.” his voice purred just inches away from your pussy.

“Oh, you’re just my boss now are you?”

“Technically, I always have been.” his fingers applying more pressure to your wetness. You could practically hear that cocky grin on his face, you didn’t have to see it.

You lay back flat on the countertop, eyes closed, your senses focused only on his pleasure and his provoking words. “Well, boss, I really want to feel your fingers inside me.” you dared. He wasn’t the only one with some biting wit.

“She makes demands, does she?” With that, he prodded at your opening.

You bit your lip, stifling a moan in anticipation for more. He circled your pussy; his long fingers felt amazing already.

With a soft plunge, his fingers were inside of you, sliding in and out. You whimpered, melting against him, you bucked your hips softly in time with his fingers.

You felt his hot breath down there too, then his wet tongue, lapping up drips of your arousal. You cursed under your breath.

He curved his fingers inside you, plucking harshly at that wall, making your pussy feel numb. He kept it up, ramming those damn fingers until you saw stars and basically wailed, like a cat in heat.

“Oh my god.” you panted, your body shaking for a moment, orgasmic convulsions taking route.

Timmy removed his fingers, then lapped his tongue between your soaked folds.

You sat up on your elbows, balancing as best as you could. You watched him devour you, you ran your fingers through his hair. You pushed away the dark fringe threatening to cover his eyes as he looked up at you. You could not believe you were sharing such intimacy with him. Any two people could engage in sex, but this was a session of giving real love to another person. You could tell by the passion in his eyes that he cared for you, that he wanted to make you feel good.

……..

Timmy had carried you from the kitchen to his bedroom. You were left on his bed as he used the bathroom. You had never been in his room, you had walked by it, seen the door slightly opened, but never a full glimpse of the inside. It was rather bland, like a really nice hotel room with little mementos from fans scattered on the dresser along with some ball caps, a watch and a bracelet or two on the nightstand, it was very evident that he slept in this room, and not much else.

You heard the light switch in his en-suite bathroom, and his quick footsteps back into the bedroom.

He was naked now, he went to grab you by the ankles, but you realized you didn’t hear the sink being used.

“You didn’t wash your hands.”

“What?” he frowned at you, frustrated that you were keeping him from doing what he really wanted.

“You didn’t wash your hands after going to the bathroom. Go do it, you nasty.”

He twisted his face at you, “You’re still on my hands too.”

That was too much for you to stand, “Okay, ew, just go!” you waved him away and he laughed at you, but obliged your orders.

………

He came back in, hands clean, but he was more aggressive. He grabbed you, rolling you onto your front, up on your hands and knees.

He smacked your ass, making you yelp in surprise and slight pain. But you didn’t mind that it hurt, it only turned you on more.

He took a second to unclasp your bra and you helped him take it off of you and you heard him fling it across the room.

Then there was a slap to your other ass cheek. You gasped, your back arching at the sting. “Timmy.”

“Too much?” he asked from behind you.

“No,” you shook your head, “I liked it.”

“My baby wants me to be rough?” he asked, grabbing you by the hips.

“Yes.” you answered, your stomach tingling as you heard him call you ‘my baby.’

He let out a breath, “Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long.” He pulled your ass toward him. His cock touched your pussy. He pressed the head against your wet hole.

You trembled as he slowly filled you, “Ughhh, I’ve always wanted you, Timmy.” You gripped his comforter hard as he bucked his hips against you.

“Yeah?” he pounded deeper, “Always? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Ah, because you’re my boss,” you collapsed onto the bed as he fucked you harder. Your face against the plush comforter, you added, “dumbass. Ahhh!” you moaned as he wiggled his hips, somehow sliding in deeper.

“Oh shit.” you heard him mutter as he held your waist for dear life as he pounded his cock into you, smacking against your ass with each thrust. He cursed under his strained breaths and you were reduced to a moaning, whore-ish mess.

…….

He flipped you onto your back, nearly spread eagle for him and he stuck his cock into you again.

You watched him fuck you, holding onto your own legs to keep yourself steady. His ab muscles rippled before your eyes, his body shined with sweat. You looked up, seeing a few curls flop over and get stuck to his sweaty forehead. His biceps bulged as he held your hips down. He looked like a girl’s wet dream, but you actually felt everything.

You moaned as you reached forward, touching his flat tummy, feeling him contort with his thrusts. “Oh, Timmy feels so good.” you cooed. You were more sexed out than you had ever been in your life.

He took ahold of your hand, intertwining your fingers together. “Your pussy feels like heaven, baby. I knew it would be amazing with you.”

His cock hit your cervix over and over. Your eyes rolled back, the friction inside you caused the numbness now. You bit your lip. “Mm, tell me how long you’ve wanted me, baby.” You needed to hear even more from him, though you were surprised you could even think in this moment.

“Oh fuck, since that first day I interviewed you. I think I subconsciously hired you because I knew this would happen one day.”

“That you’d fuck me?” you tucked your legs around him, eager for the answer.

“Yes.” he leaned onto you, cupping your face in his hand as his movements slowed, his cock slowly seeping out of you, your pussy sucking him slowly back in. He kissed you deeply, “And I’d get to love you. I’ve wanted this feeling my whole life, y/n.” Suddenly, he grunted and his lower half moved rapidly for a few seconds before his cock shot off inside of you.

You both moaned loudly in relief, and you swore his neighbors would hear you both orgasm. But you didn’t care.

Timmy slumped his weakened body onto you, his face in your chest.

You combed your fingers through his hair to soothe him as you both tried to catch your breaths.

February 1, 2025

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[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 50!

another lovely round of fics for you all <3 full disclosure i did not double check this with my masterlist of recs so while i doubt it, it's possible that i've recced some of these before... i guess that could just be a sign that they're extra good lol.

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading! some might also contain spoilers for season 8.

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

75 best knitting puns that will have you hooked | iphigenias/@oatflatwhite | 4.1k | GA

Buck—Buck is knitting. Eddie blinks, rubs his eyes. Yeah, Buck is knitting: thick fingers a little clumsy as Bobby shows him how to purl stitch with a soft-looking ball of pink ombre wool.  softest most domestic little fic <3

all the lights are coming on | sharpbutsoft/@sharpbutsoft | 1.2k | GA

What good is having a key to your best friend’s house if you can’t use it to spread a little holiday magic? spreading the holiday magic <3<3 this was everything i needed and wanted and i love it so very much

any other bodily sense | kiwiibiird/@buckevanley | 10.2k | GA

Post-s2 sickfic. Buck is stuck with a broke leg and a bad cold. Maddie and Eddie help him out. forehead kisses and maddie and buddie and hurt/comfort... literally what else could a girl (me) need? the answer is nothing because this fic is everything!!

born with a weak heart | foxwatson/@eddiediazes | 7.5k | T

the one where eddie won't touch buck once he wakes up in the hospital, and buck goes absolutely bonkers bananas about it. is it truly a michelle rec list if there's no touch-starved fic on there? i don't think it is lol. i've reread this several times now and it's just the absolute loveliest <3

don't break | odysseus_calls | 2.4k | T

5 times the 118 is tired of Buck and Eddie acting like a couple, and the time they find out they've been dating the whole time. i LOVE hijinks and shenanigans <3 this captures them so perfectly!!

hooker | mansikka | 3.9k | T

When Eddie's life turns to hell, he turns to hooking. Crochet hooking. i've been attempting to crochet again (made a little cat today!) and it's only half because i want to be cool and crafty and half because people make it sound so cool and crafty in fics. anyway point is this was brilliant and so eddie and i loved it v v much!!

i sleep so i can see you ('cause i hate to wait so long) | turquoiseviolet/@turquoisevioiet | 25.7k | T

eddie’s not sleeping and buck’s worried. after all, he’s supposed to be the one who fixes everything, isn’t he? platonic cuddling! homoerotic friendship! getting together! if buddie fic had a bingo card, this would tick all of the boxes <3 so good!!

loves a game, wanna play? | 42hrb/@exhuastedpigeon | 57.5k | M

In the aftermath of Chris leaving for the summer, Buck convinces Eddie they should apply for Love Island together. okay so admittedly all my big plans to read my marked for later list this week failed miserably, cause this is the only fic from there that i actually read... on the other hand, what a brilliant one it is!! it's so funny and so good and i loved the social media elements in there. also, maya and maria <3

sub drop city, population: eddie diaz | peaktotheocean/@peaktotheocean | 4k | T

It takes Eddie longer than he cares to admit to realize that Buck has been giving him aftercare on the sly. i'm such a sucker for aftercare and this has SUCH a lovely buddie dynamic <3

swinging there, in the corner of our haven | anti_romantic_cherub | 1.6k | GA

Eddie bought Buck a hammock, and now he's reaping the rewards (Buck napping in his backyard). buck napping in eddie's backyard <3 such a lovely image and this is executed so so well, i love it!!

the city is a jungle and i'm a beast | putanauhere/@putanauhere | 42.8k | M

Eddie has enough on his plate this summer – a newly empty nest, a terrible new captain, and a new mustache – without adding a new werewolf to the mix. the most fascinating werewolf au <3 i love the buddie dynamic here and how they approach the werewolfism with such different attitudes. so good!!

toss up | saucerfulofsins/@saucerfulofsins | 3.5k | E

Eddie is caught browsing bad gay porn, and Buck takes it upon himself to show Eddie the good stuff. most glorious brilliant fic concept to ever fic <3 this is fantastic!!

trivial pursuit of love | niemi | 6.2k | T

Buck attends Tommy’s trivia night with Eddie, his newfound feelings for his best friend bottled up and ready to burst. As it turns out, he’s not the only one with a secret. buddie at trivia night!! i loved this fic so much, it was a real highlight on a rainy morning bus ride <3

weaving in our loose ends | PretentiousSwanQueen/@hotcinnamonsunset | 8.6k | T

Eddie is a knitter with the Loose Ends Project and he's assigned to finish the project of a loved one of Buck's. the gasp i let out when i realised what buck's project is... gorgeous fic!!

white sheets, you and me start to lay close | effervescentwolf/@effervescentwolf | 1.5k | T

He thinks of his empty bed at home, and his chest feels tight. It’s just that—it’s okay if it’s Buck. He can let Buck catch him. give me all the bed-sharing fics, please and thank you <3 this is one of the best uses of the trope i've seen in a long time, it's so lovely <3

[diazsdimples]

HC: Tommy has a cat who doesn't like many people, but she always demands cuddles from Buck.

Anon, you sparked a Thing™️

Tommy tells Buck he has a cat fairly early on in their relationship. She's his baby, as he calls her. He's had her since he came out to L.A, having adopted her from a shelter a few months into him working with the 118.

One of the first selfies Buck receives is of Tommy lying on his bed, and the cat curled up protectively on his chest. She's a tabby with a dusting of white around her nose that makes Buck wonder about her age. The way Tommy talks about her makes her sound like a kitten, fresh from the womb, but Buck suspects she's probably around 13-14 years old.

When Buck goes to Tommy's apartment for the first time, he warns him about her. Buck can tell Tommy's a little nervous with the way he keeps glancing back at the lounge as he talks, as if he's expecting the cat to give him some big lecture about bringing a boy home without her express permission.

"Now, don't take it personally if Luna ignores you. She hates pretty much everyone," Tommy says as he kisses Buck's cheek and drags him inside the apartment.

It's a nice place, pretty much exactly what Buck expected from his boyfriend (is that what they are now? Boyfriends?). It's full of trinkets from Tommy's life, but it isn't cluttered - a perfect mixture of clean and chaotic, exactly like Tommy himself.

Tommy keeps his hand on the small of Buck's back as he guides him through to the lounge. Buck likes the way Tommy touches him. It makes him feel safe, grounded, as though Tommy could catch him if he falls.

Tommy' s got a couch not too dissimilar to Eddie's, but a deep maroon rather than blue. And there, right in the middle and nestled among a mess of blankets that Tommy has clearly set up for her, lies the person (creature?) in Tommy's life that Buck has been the most anxious to meet.

Tommy makes a chirping noise with his lips and Luna's ears perk up. Slowly, as though her very bones are creaking, she untangles herself from the blankets and hops down from the couch with a quiet "brrrpp". She stretches deeply, ears flattening against her head and eyes screwing shut, and the look of pure bliss that crosses her face is enough to capture Buck's entire heart.

Buck looks at Tommy for guidance as Luna gingerly walks over to him and looks up at him with big, beseeching eyes.

"Go on," Tommy prompts, giving Buck a small nudge with his elbow. "Let her sniff your hand."

Buck crouches and stretches out his hand towards Luna, offering her the backs of his fingers.

"Hi Luna," he almost whispers as she eyes him suspiciously. "I'm Buck, your dad's - uh - friend."

Tommy scoffs from behind him. "I think we're well past the friend stage, Evan."

"I didn't know - I'm sorry - I'm your dad's boyfriend," he corrects, looking back up at Tommy with a raised eyebrow.

Tommy nods, looking pleased. "Much better."

Buck just about leaps out of his skin when a wet nose touches his hand, and he turns back to see that Luna's moved closer, and is sniffing his fingers with interest. He holds stock still, remembering Tommy's words about her crotchety temperament and not wanting to frighten her, lest she bite him, or worse, run away.

Luna continues her sniffing, tiny pink nose moving minutely as she inhales, and then, much to Buck's shock, she rubs her whole face against his hand, with what can only be described as a smug purr.

"I-" Buck begins, looking back at Tommy with wide eyes. Tommy himself looks a little stunned, clearly thrown by his cat's rare display of affection.

"Huh," he says, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at Buck and Luna with a deeply fond expression. "She's never done that before!"

Luna sits back on her haunches and gives a loud, croaky yowl, as though she's been a chain-smoker for most of her life. She nudges her head against Buck's hand and meows once again.

"I think she wants you to sit down," Tommy says, barely concealing his laughter at Buck's bewildered face. He takes Buck gently by the arm and gives him a quick kiss before directing him to the couch.

"I thought you said she hates everyone?" Buck questions, almost numbly as he allows Tommy to push him onto the plush cushions. The moment his ass has touched the couch, Luna leaps up beside him with a pleased chirp and climbs into his lap.

"She does," Tommy grins as he pulls out his phone, taking a quick snap of his extremely confused boyfriend and even more contented cat. "Clearly she has good taste."

Luna's purring is reaching volumes previously unknown to man, drowning out all other noise in the room as she begins to make biscuits against Buck's thigh. Her claws are sharp and needle-like, pricking into Buck's skin but he's too stunned to do anything more than mutely pet her silky fur.

"Wh-what do I do now?" Buck asks, looking at Tommy for guidance. He'd been expecting to possibly see a streak of Luna's fur as she raced across the apartment to hide under Tommy's bed - her favourite place apparently - but now here he is with a whole ass cat on his lap, one who apparently loves him and hates every other guest Tommy's ever had over, and Buck really has no clue where to go from here.

Tommy chuckles and reaches over to scratch behind Luna's ears before leaning forward and capturing Buck's lips in a soft kiss, his fingers gently caressing Buck's chin.

"Stay there, I'll go get us a beer," he says as he pulls away, and leaves Buck in the lounge with Luna. She's curled up completely in his lap now, tail tucked over her paws, and every so often she tilts her head up towards him, demanding scritches that he is more than happy to provide her with.

Tommy returns with two beers and hands one to Buck before flopping next to him on the couch, looping an arm around Buck's shoulders.

"I guess you've gotta stay forever now, Luna's not gonna let you leave," he jokes, and something twists in Buck's stomach, making him a little giddy.

He really likes Tommy - hell, he might even love the guy - but receiving the seal of approval from his cat is probably the biggest step in their relationship to date. Well, it really isn't but is sure feels like that. Like he's being welcomed into the family.

Buck sighs happily and rests his head against Tommy's shoulder, a small shiver rushing through him as Tommy noses his hairline, his lips brushing ever so gently against Buck's temple.

"Yeah, I guess I do."

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

L Lawliet x Reader pt. 15: the Billionaire and the Prostitute

I unlocked the power of pretty formatting.

So...what do we think •v•

Do you love it? I love it if you love it.

you have cats now.

You have fucking cats now.

It just sort of...happened.

You were out driving around town, picking up groceries with a lingering hangover, when you noticed this sign on the side of the road, by a milk crate.

"FREE KITTENS"

you swerved into the nearest parking space, much to the discontent of everyone else driving, as well as several pedestrians who may or may not have seen God that day, but who really cares? Kittens!

You slammed the car door shut, locked it, and rushed to box, only a block away from where you could park.

The mews coming from the box only reinforced your need to meet these little 8th wonders, and as you approached, tiny sets of paws clawed at the edge, a fruitless attempt to escape.

There were three: one black and curly, one orange with stripes, the last a calico.

Little darlings, likely overheated out here.

You watched as they squirmed against each other, wanting for so much, getting nothing. Flies circled the muddy brown sides of the container, and the whole thing reeked of cat piss. Whatever asshole left them here didn't deserve them anyway. You took a look around, not a seeing a single other person interested in their plight.

You hurried back to your car, bad day to wear Louboutin stilettos, and rummaged around in your trunk. You emptied it out the day before, there used to be some shopping bags in there. The only thing left was your brand new Gucci dufflebag.

It was kind of ugly anyway.

You yanked it out, and clopped back over to the box.

Someone was sniffing around over there.

Two people, a woman and a man wearing fancy business clothes.

"Wow, look at them!"

"I know, aren't they perfect?"

You wanted to scream at them to get away, but...that was kind of selfish, wasn't it? These cats might go to a good home, they looked wealthy, maybe they'd be treated like the little kings and/or queens they were. As long as one was left for you. You'd go up and ask them sweetly for one, as the kind, gracious prostitute you were.

"I mean, the resell price could be astronomical, we have to send them to get them tested ASAP, this one just has to be some kind of rex."

Oh, hell no.

You strode up, and put on your best I'm-a-rich-asshole-and-totally-belong-in-a-gated-community-through-perfectly-legal-means face.

"Excuse me, those are mine."

The couple gave each other a look. "You left these on the sidewalk?"

"I did. I want them back."

"You left them here. They're public property now."

How dare they? "Well then, as a member of the public-" you bent down, and picked up the disgusting box- "I want them."

The man shook his head and scoffed. "How about 50 bucks for them? You were giving them out for free anyway."

"Uh, no. Bye." You turned to leave, but the woman placed her hands on the box. "We were here first."

"I left them here."

She gave the box a tug. You tugged it back.

"Oh, please. I'm sure whatever socialite you're the mistress of will buy you a perfectly fine kitten."

"Wha- I am- what- me- a mistress-" how dare she call you a mistress! "I'll have you know I'm a very prominent-" you looked past her, searching for something to lie about. You spot a telephone poll. "-Phonist." You dumbass.

"Please, sweetie, only a mistress would wear something so out." She yanked at the box, and the kittens squealed in fear.

You tried to be nice. First, she goes for your kittens. Then, her cuck of a husband offers you money for your children. And THEN, she called you a mistress, which by the way, is the wrong terminology, considering L has no wife. This was the last straw: calling your clothes anything less than couture.

"Alright," you huffed, keeping hold of the crate. "First of all, sweetie, tell your husband to keep his eyes off my tits. Second of all, I'd take out those blond extensions if I were you, the grease in your hair really washes you out when the sun hits it. Third of all-" you kicked her shin, and as she bent down in pain, you took the kittens once and for all. "Sit and spin, bitch!"

You dashed to the car, ignored the sound of the approaching footsteps that were likely her busted knock off heels, and scrambled to unlock the car. You made good headway, clearly she's never had to run in cheap shoes after nearly getting caught fucking someone's husband.

You had enough time to carefully place the cats in the duffle, toss the nasty crate, and shove yourself into the driver's seat. The cats cried and cried, confused, but you could do nothing to soothe them. You placed them in the passenger seat, kicked the car into drive, and sped out of there.

As the rush died down, you got a moment to think. Did you really look that much like a hooker? You never really cared before...but, before, you attributed that quality to your income. The cheap dresses at thrift stores, the bottom-tier makeup or, conversely, gifted expensive makeup that wasn't quite your shade. The glued together jewelry and shoes. You looked at yourself in the rear view mirror. Heavy, smokey makeup as your daily look.

Harlot.

You cruise down the open road, and glance to the cats in the expensive bag. Needy. Scrappy.

But, y'know what?

They wouldn't be here if you weren't a hooker. You got them because you beat a silver-spooned cunt with your own skills, skills you'd never have if it weren't for your profession. These babies wouldn't have a Gucci bag to cry in if it weren't for the chain of events that led you there.

sure, your hands smelled like ammonia now, but that was fine. You had the money to clean up your car, and wash your hands with the good soap. You earned this. She's just mad you had the ability to make it this far. She wouldn't last a day in your Louboutins.

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You decided not to keep all of the cats, it wouldn't be responsible. Three was a little too much. You called up a friend you knew worked at a good shelter, and begrudgingly handed off the orange cat. It'd probably have the best chance, considering the stereotypes.

your next item on your new agenda was to get the necessary supplies. You asked your friend some questions about where to go, what brands to get, and she gave you some great recommendations.

You picked up everything she told you to:

Non-clumping clay litter

At least two litter boxes

Wet kitten food

multiple enrichment toys, including a scratching post

seperate beds, don't cheap out

Collars and ID tags

grooming brushes, meant for their specific hair types

Pet-safe soap

Seperate carriers

By the time you got home, you spent hours past how long you expected to stay out. But it was worth it.

you spent the rest of your evening bathing them, getting them set up, checking for fleas. The collars would come later, when their ready. Until then, you'd have to think of names.

You laid out in bed, both kittens curled up on your chest. They were so friendly now. You picked one up, the curly black one.

The little thing had an elfish face, small with garishly pointy ears and big eyes. Those eyes...big and deep, a sort of greyish-black. What an odd color. There was no warmth to it, not like hair and eyes usually had.

"So little," you coo, scratching at its forehead with your nail, careful not to hurt it. It made no reaction, this one was by far the calmest. It just...watched. curious, careful.

The other was getting antsy, looking for its companion, crying and meowing.

you smile, and set the curly one back down. It brushes past your face to curl into your neck. It took everything in you to not spasm, the tickling of its whiskers a little too much. It settles, though, and you can focus on the calico. You lift it, and it writhes. This one was full of life.

"I know, I know," you murmur, bringing it down to press kisses to its face. It scratches at your skin, but you don't care, and eventually, it relaxes. When your arms inevitably get tired, you set it back down, and it settles on the other side of your neck.

This was the life.

It occurs to you, moments later, that you haven't checked your phone once this entire time. You pat your legs, and find it in your back pocket. Flipping it open, you see several missed calls from L.

Great, were you in trouble?

You call him back, and he picks up in seconds.

"What's up," you whisper.

"...why are you talking so quietly," he asks, his tone naturally low already.

"I have cats now. They're sleeping. What do you need?"

Cats. "Are you alright?"

"Um...yeah, why?"

"I recieved a call from the authorities regarding your license plate."

L technically still owned the car, so anything about it went to watari, which, if important enough, went to him.

"About what?" Hopefully it wasn't about what you thought it was.

"You've recieved several charges for theft, aggravated assault, and public disturbance, as well as a few...concerning traffic violations."

This was embarrassing.

"I-" you were about to argue, say it wasn't your fault, but...you did do those things. For heroic purposes or not, you still broke the law in a meaningful way. "I'm sorry," you sigh, your voice softening.

He's silent for a moment. You can't tell on your end, but that tone made him melt. "I've already waved the charges. You're no longer a criminal. But I'd like to know why."

You tell him your story, staying as neutral as possible because honestly, you felt like you owed him some truth after the hassle of making you a not-felon probably was. "And...now I'm here." As much as you wanted to boast about winning, you didn't.

"I see. And these...pets, they mean that much to you?"

"Pfft, I've known them for less than a day, L. I'd die for them."

He lets out the softest of chuckles. you can barely hear it, but you've successfully charmed him.

"Next time, please do your best to go through the legal processes. Or, call me, and I may be able to sort something out."

"Are you saying you'd do something illegal for me?"

"I'm saying I would assist you in something, if the subject is that important to you."

You giggle.

You giggle.

What were you doing? You've been flirting with him. Joking, teasing. God, you've been smiling this whole time.

You swallow, and purse your lips. "I should go. Cats to take care of, and all that."

He notices the flattening of your tone. "You should. But first, I'd like to schedule something with you."

"Oh, um. Sure. When should I come over?"

"Actually, I want to come to you."

"Here?"

"Where else?"

"I thought you didn't leave your places for saftey, or whatever."

"This should be easy to do. I want to see how you're settled. I don't expect sex, naturally."

"Well..." who were you to deny him? He bought you everything you could see right now, not to mention he bailed you out of legal trouble. "Fine. Ok. What time?"

"Four, tomorrow."

Tomorrow? "Alright...I can do that. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

He hangs up.

You set the phone down, and sigh. The cats on either side of you are purring, and you can't even enjoy it with the sinking in your stomach.

That was a lie, actually, it was still pretty enjoyable.

But you were so nervous for some reason. You worried he'd judge you for your tastes, which was stupid because you shouldn't care what he thinks.

You reach up, and draw little circles in the cats' fur with both hands on either side. "Oh, cats. What will I do?"

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You spend the next morning cleaning, organizing, making sure everything looks right. Every table, crumbless, every couch cushion, fluffed. Hell, you even baked cookies.

You had no idea why you were putting in so much effort. Maybe you wanted him to think you were using his money for good. Like it was worth it.

You were wiped, and he hadn't even come over yet. The kittens needed constant guidance to go in the litter box, which you were fine with, it just meant you needed to spend much of your energy watching them.

Eventually, you decided to bring them downstairs, along with a second box, which they cried about. They had just started getting used to the bedroom.

On the bright side, you did some investigating and found the curly cat to be a boy, and the calico to be a girl. You'd have to get them neutered eventually.

just when you sat down, there was a knock at the door. Two firm, slow raps. You stood, dusted off your pants, and opened the door.

He looked so out of place on your doorstep, slouched and wide eyed among the green grass and decorative hydrangeas. "Hello."

"Hey. Come in."

You step aside, and he plods in, looking around with his thumb grazing his lip. "You've decorated."

"Yeah. You haven't been here in awhile, right?"

"Not since construction started." He examines the countertop, peaking beneath it. "Is it to your liking?"

What was he doing? "It's great..."

His nostrils flair. "Did you...bake cookies?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. Want one?"

He nods sharply, eager, and you walk to the stove top the cookies were resting on. After shoveling a few onto a plate, you pass it to him. He peers at the dessert, still warm. You serve yourself, and the next time you turn to him he's perching himself on a chair at the table.

"Do you want milk with it?"

He picks a cookie up, dangling above the plate, and watches as it slowly breaks apart by the gooey center, falling back down on the ceramic. "Yes."

Weirdo. You open the fridge, and pour two glasses. Once you sit next to him, you sigh. "Why'd you stop by again?"

"To see how you're settled."

"Right." You take a bite of the cookie on your plate. You outdid yourself: nice and crispy at the edges, melted chocolate, gooey center. Perfection.

"Is it big enough?"

"Yep. It's kind of a lot," you titter.

"If it's too much, you could have a room removed-"

"It's fine. I'm just used to an apartment." No way were you getting even more debt to him.

He looks down at his plate, and stuffs a cookie into his mouth. "Mh- you have quite the talent," he praises.

Something about it brings a heat to your ears, one you shove all the way down. "Thanks..."

he licks the crumbs and chocolate off of his lips, and takes a sip of milk. "Have you planted your garden?"

"I did, it's just not in season yet." Roses weren't too hard, you just had to be sure you could keep up with them. You had the time now, with his erratic schedule.

You pick at your cookie some more, a little too tightly wound to eat now. What was a host supposed to do? You've never hosted before.

"Would you like a tour?" What a stupid thing to offer, he knows the layout.

He delivers you one of his soft, sweet smiles. "If you'd like to give me one."

that giggling was returning. What were you on? Did the cats come with weed on their fur?

You stand, cookie left mostly uneaten, and he swallows his second cookie whole. Glutton.

You guide him to the living room, where the cats were playing. Well, one was playing.

The calico was rolling around on the floor, batting a jingling ball. L watched it for a moment, before searching for the second cat he knew you had. He spotted him moments later, sat still by the couch. He was watching the calico. Not playful or anxious, just...watching. he found a spec of dust to watch instead, which danced around until it led him to meet the curious gaze of L.

L tilted his head left. The cat tilted his head right. Then, it turned and slinked away, back behind the couch.

"You kicked a woman for these?"

"Wouldn't you?"

"No. However, I admire your passion."

You shake your head, and lead him upstairs.

You showed him the bathroom, the bedroom, the closet, the balcony. He took mild interest in each one, asking a question here or there to show he was listening.

He was so...attentive. It was a sickening reminder of his feelings.

The tour eventually led back to the living room, where the cats were still playing. At one point, the curly cat strolled over to the calico, sniffing around her toy. The calico swatted and nibbled at her companion, but the black cat made no cry, or attempt to return the playful batting. He simply dodged when he could, and laid limp when the poor calico tried her hardest to get him active.

You bend down, and scoop up the calico, ending the torment laid upon the other kitten. "Do you like cats," you ask idly. You ran out of things to say.

"They're animals. To say I like one animal more than the other would be a lie."

You roll your eyes. "Do you always have to make things so complicated?"

He watches as the calico scrambles to try and get out of your loving grip. "I'd argue it makes things more simple. I don't have to have a fondness for anything."

You lift the cat by her armpits, and viciously kiss her face, before plopping her on the ground.

He can't help but enjoy the sight. You, happy and content, nurturing something so small. It brought forth a side of you he wasn't used to. Like another piece of the puzzle.

"I'm...glad you kicked that woman," he confesses. He thought you might enjoy the sentiment.

You laugh. "Me too." During a brief pause, you watch the cats interact again. They had such distinct personalities. "What should I name them?"

"Whatever you'd like."

"That's not helpful."

He shrugs. "Their names have little importance to me."

Your eyes narrow, and your lips purse. How could he expect you to love him back when he was so blasé about cats?

[dadbodbucky]

fine, you've forced my hand!

It’s by some miracle that Buck doesn’t show his hand the instant he turns on the lights to see him sitting in the corner chair of his hotel room.

“They’ve got you in some pretty shitty digs, Evan,” he says, and Buck fights tooth and screaming nail to hold onto his composure. “Nash so low on funds he had to put you up in a crusty motel?”

“Agent 217,” Buck says, hand itching for his comm. He knows better, knows that 217 has his service weapon tucked neatly away in a holster at his side, knows he’d be dead before he could click on to make the call. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Please, call me Tommy,” 217 says with an innocent, dashing grin, even inch the handsome James Bond everyone assumes Buck must be. “You have something I want.”

“Like we’ll ever tell you anything,” Buck scoffs, “You’re barking up the wrong tree.”

217—Tommy, and why would he give Buck a name to call him?—stands, and stalks over. “Who says I’m after information?”

Buck swallows, tensing himself for a fight. “So, what, this is a hit? Are you here to gloat?”

Tommy continues walking, appraising Buck where he stands in his unassuming civvies. Jean jacket, cotton tee, khakis, tennis shoes. Compared to Tommy’s government-issued slacks, crisp button-down, and polished shoes, Buck feels a little underdressed. He glances down as Tommy rounds his back and leans forward to whisper. “You were at the boardwalk tonight. I know what Nash is after. Going up against the entire establishment, Evan? That’s a suicide mission.”

And—okay. Contrary to popular belief, being a spy (“Intelligence Agent,” Bobby always insists) doesn’t get him laid all the time. He’s actually been going through a bit of a dry spell, with the recent push towards leaking the project they’d been a part of before they went rogue. They just need a little more information, a little more time. Point being, it’s been a fucking goddamn minute, and 217 is smoking. Curly hair, slate gray eyes that sparkle with dry wit, pearly white smile that is condescending, maybe, but in a way that gets Buck’s dick standing at attention. Broad shoulders, big arms, solid muscle. He could bend Buck completely in half, if he so desired. And God, Buck desires.

“Sorry,” Buck blinks, while Tommy smiles his little Cheshire Cat grin, “What was the question?”

“Oh, I’m not here for questions,” Tommy murmurs, hands slipping over Buck’s hips. “I’ve seen the way you watch me, Evan. You’re not exactly subtle. It’s a wonder Nash still employs you.”

“I’m not hooking up with a fucking Fed,” Buck says, even as he gasps with the way Tommy leans down to mouth at his neck.

“Kinda sounds like you are,” Tommy grins, obnoxiously smug, “Besides, weren’t you a fucking Fed three years ago?”

“People change,” Buck says mindlessly, “Fuck, touch me.”

“As you wish,” Tommy replies, sounding affected for the first time that night. Buck catches a glimpse of them in the standing mirror in the entryway, sees the way Tommy’s eyes are blown dark over his shoulder. Watches his hand snake down his front, gently palm over the (frankly, humiliating) bulge in his pants.

Buck wishes he could say it felt like nothing. It would be so nice to be disappointed by Tommy’s touch, when he hates the guy with a burning passion. Unfortunately for Buck’s pride, it’s electric. Tommy’s hand is firm and warm on his dick, even through the layers of fabric.

“They told me about your reputation,” Tommy breathes, “Told me about Agent Buckley, back in the day, sleeping with marks more often than tailing them.”

Okay, so maybe sometimes being a spy got him laid. “It was very effective,” Buck says defensively, “Got a lot of good intel. Why, you want to see what all the fuss was about?”

“You know what they say about curiosity and cats,” Tommy muses, “And satisfaction bringing them back.”

Buck hums, and loses the last tenuous grip on his dignity. “I could blow you.”

“You mean I’d get a blowjob and spared the sound of your voice?” Tommy says, pressing a little harsher into Buck’s clothed dick, delicious friction pushing a moan out of Buck’s mouth. “Is there a downside?”

“Your dick will be extremely close to my teeth,” Buck returns, “And I don’t want you to come down my throat. I want you to fuck me.”

“All you had to do was ask,” Tommy simpers, before dropping his saccharine tone for a bossy: “Now get on your fucking knees.”

And, really, who told him that Buck’s favorite part of his 1.0 phase was when his marks would boss him around? Against his will, his knees give out, and he drops down, watching himself kneel in front of Tommy before reluctantly breaking eye contact with the mirror, shuffling around to a face full of tented polyester.

“You’re so fucking obnoxious,” Buck says, even as he leans forward to run his tongue along the outline of Tommy’s cock. It’s mouth-watering.

“I thought the point of sucking cock was to have your mouth occupied,” Tommy scoffs, hand fisting Buck’s hair a little meanly. Buck wishes he could stop another moan from spilling out of his mouth, but the pain hits him just right.

With fingers that are still thankfully on board with what he’s doing, Buck deftly undoes Tommy’s belt buckle, unzips his pants, and marvels at the thick, long cock that he pulls from his boxers. Oh, he’s going to have so much fun with this. He licks up the underside of Tommy’s dick, slow and wet, and revels in the way his hand tightens in his hair.

It’s like riding a bike, or something, probably. Buck finds himself sucking on the head of Tommy’s cock like he was born for it, bobbing his head down the length of him, letting the filthy, wet, clicking noise of his throat echo around the hotel room. It must be like riding a bike, because the other option is that Buck really did need Tommy this bad. And it can’t be that. Bobby would skin him alive.

“Jesus,” Tommy swears, hips hitching into Buck’s mouth. It’s almost like he’s trying to hold back for Buck’s sake, which is… cute. Certainly nicer treatment than he’s used to, but he can’t decide whether that’s a good thing or not.

Either way, he can’t handle tenderness. Not now, and maybe not ever. He doesn’t get to have attachments. That much is clear. He sees the way Eddie and Hen and Chim worry over their loved ones. This way is better. He’s already got Christopher and Maddie and Jee-yun to worry about.

Buck pulls off Tommy’s cock with a loud pop. “You can fuck my throat. It’s okay. I won’t break.”

“I hate to think of what your team would do to me if I broke their favorite toy,” Tommy chuckles, “Especially Diaz. I hear he’s creative.”

“Do me a favor and don’t mention him with your dick next to my face,” Buck rolls his eyes, desperately ignoring the way his dick twitches at the mention of Eddie’s name, “I’ll be fine. Take me for a ride. I know you want to.”

“Oh, you’re gagging for it,” Tommy surmises, guiding his cock back to Buck’s mouth. Buck, unable to deny it, willingly goes down on Tommy, letting him set the pace as he fucks leisurely into Buck’s mouth.

Tommy pushes him down further, and Buck relaxes into it, until he can feel the warmth of Tommy’s hip where his nose pushes into soft flesh. “Holy shit,” Tommy says, “I’m starting to get why this was so effective, I think.”

Buck stays until black spots start dancing at the corners of his eyes, pulling back and heaving breath, and then returning to his spot with Tommy’s cock all the way down his throat. It’s alarmingly comfortable. For the first time since his team went AWOL, he wishes he wasn’t in too deep to quit. He could spend an entire lifetime sitting at Tommy’s feet with his dick choking him stupid.

He gets maybe three more off-breath-down reps in before Tommy is pulling him off by the hair. “Okay, if you still want me to fuck you, we have to take this elsewhere.”

“Yeah, I want,” Buck croaks, voice alarmingly fucked out. Tommy helps him up—strangely chivalrous for a man who has tried on multiple occasions to shoot him with a gun—and they tumble into bed together. If it weren’t for the fact of who both of them were, it might even be romantic.

Tommy has his mouth on Buck before he can get another word in edgewise. Buck starts scrambling to get the rest of their clothes off, and shirts, pants, underwear, and shoes end up scattered around the room.

“Lube? Condoms?” Tommy asks as Buck bites at the junction of his neck and jaw.

“Side table,” Buck says, “You don’t have to use a condom. I haven’t had sex in a while.”

“Poor thing,” Tommy says, faux-pitying, as he rifles through the drawer of the side table, “You must be so pent up.”

Honestly, Buck’s just used to his marks not wanting to use condoms, and dealing with the potential fallout later. Still, he’s kind of disappointed when Tommy pulls them out of the drawer along with the lube packets.

“You’re adorable when you pout,” Tommy grins, pressing a sickly sweet kiss to Buck’s cheek, “I’m using a condom.”

“Fine,” Buck huffs, rolling his hips up into Tommy’s, “Just hurry.”

Tommy, thankfully, wastes no time in emptying a lube packet into his hand and swiping it up against Buck’s hole, slicking the way for his fingers. He’s clearly no slouch at this, either, thick fingers deftly opening him up beneath him, forearm muscles flexing so deliciously.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-fuck-fuck,” Buck says, squirming as Tommy slides his fingers in and out in intoxicating rhythm, “Fuck me, Tommy, Tommy—”

“Finally, you’re saying something worth listening to,” Tommy smiles against Buck’s neck, “Never thought I’d get to hear the great Evan Buckley beg for my cock.”

“It’s—ah—it’s a specialty,” Buck pants, rolling his hips as he aches for more, for a harsh little sting, for something to distract him from the way this is starting to feel too much like intimacy and not enough like fucking.

“Maybe I’d like to hear some more,” Tommy says, pulling away to roll a condom on and slick himself up.

Buck, suddenly cold and empty, lets the words fall unabashed from his mouth. “Oh, please, Tommy, I’ll make it so good for you, it’ll feel so good, just need you in me, just need—”

“Shh, it’s okay,” Tommy says, just on the wrong side of tender, “I know what you need. Hold still for me.”

And then there’s the thick press of Tommy’s cock against Buck’s hole. Tommy slips in with a stretch that has Buck mewling something embarrassing in the back of his throat, and leans forward as he slides deeper, inch-by-burning-inch, encouraged by the way Buck grips at his biceps.

“Breathe,” Tommy says as he bottoms out, at which point Buck realizes he’s been stuck with his head tipped back and mouth open. He sucks in a gasping breath, relaxing under Tommy’s bulk. Tommy is warm above him again, haloed by the dim hotel light, so close Buck can feel his breath on his cheek.

“Move,” Buck demands, squirming. Tommy seems only too happy to oblige, mouth finding Buck’s again as he starts to roll his hips into him. It’s a slow, languid fuck, but still enough to have Buck seeing stars.

“This how you got all those people to tell you what they were up to?” Tommy asks, a hand roaming down to pinch Buck’s nipple, coaxing a groan out of him. “You’d just lay here all pretty and let them take what they wanted?”

“Nnnnngh—usually they wanted me on top,” Buck says around a reedy moan, “But yeah, that’s the general idea.”

“You take it so well,” Tommy murmurs, snapping his hips in with just a little more force, “Makes me wonder how many times you’ve done this before. How many times you begged on your knees—how many times you’ve been a slut for terrible people.”

“You’re in perfectly fine company, I can assure you,” Buck says, trying to regain some of his composure, “Art thieves, mob bosses, hackers. You work with monsters every day, why can’t I sleep with them?”

“I’ll have you know that the monsters I work with are working for the greater good,” Tommy says, with a huffed laugh, “And if you keep talking about them I’m not going to let you finish.”

“Oh, you’re not going to let me?” Buck says, “I’ll have you know I’m perfectly capable of taking what I want, too.”

“I’m sure you are, stud,” Tommy says, in that same condescending tone of voice that goes right to Buck’s dick. He fucks into him harder, right at the perfect angle, and Buck can’t help the pathetic moan that spills out of his mouth.

“You—were—talking—a little—too much,” Tommy grunts between thrusts, slamming into Buck again, and again, “Just lay back—and fucking take it.”

Like Buck could ever want to do anything else. He’s well aware of the fucked-out little uh, uh, uh noises that Tommy’s forcing out of him, but he’s far too gone to be embarrassed about it. This is the best fuck he’s had in years, he could care less what he sounds like or looks like right now.

Not that Tommy seems to mind. If anything, given the way he’s latched onto Buck’s neck like a goddamn vampire, he likes that Buck’s a writhing mess beneath him. Buck’s nerves are lit up, from the pain of Tommy’s less-than-gentle biting, from the way Tommy nails Buck’s prostate with every thrust, from the skin-on-skin he hasn’t had in so long.

His orgasm sneaks up on him. Usually, he’s a lot better about announcing it, giving his partners time to decide what they want, but Tommy is—Tommy is grunting and his back muscles are flexing under Buck’s fingers and his cock fills him so beautifully and Buck didn’t even think he could come without something on his dick, but—

Belatedly, as Buck rockets towards the clouds, he realizes that maybe there is something special about Agent 217. 

Buck comes down slowly, to the feeling of hands gently petting his sides, and a softening dick sliding out of his ass. It’s gross, leaves him feeling sticky and a little used, but he can’t bring himself to care that much about it at all. To his complete shock, he feels Tommy rummaging around for something, and then the soft cotton of his shirt wiping the cum off of his stomach, and the lube from his ass.

“It’s okay, Evan,” Tommy says, gentle, soft, “You can rest.”

Buck, despite every ounce of self-preservation that says he’s leaving himself completely vulnerable, does.

He wakes to an empty room. Nothing seems amiss, so despite the deep humiliation and regret, Buck packs his things (luckily, finding his hiding spots untouched) and heads back to the rendezvous point.

Athena is waiting for him at the café, in streetwear that looks unnaturally casual on her. “Got everything?”

“Check and check,” Buck says, handing her the dossier, “Got some lovely pictures. The sunset was especially gorgeous last night.���

“You sound like you could use a tea with lemon and honey,” Athena winces, “You coming down with something?”

“No,” Buck says, fighting against the urge to flush.

Athena passes him a knowing smile over her coffee. “Thanks for this, Buck. I’ll let Bobby know you came through, and he’ll want to meet with you later. I think we’re getting close.”

“Good,” Buck sighs, “I can’t wait for this whole mess to be over. I never thought I’d say this, but it would be nice to do some paperwork for once.”

[magic-can]

New pinned post time.

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I’m Julia (she/her) I’m 23 years old and like to draw and am learning how to make video games. I actually have OCD and every time you make an annoying joke about it you owe me 5 bucks. I also have autism and ADHD I’m like if the tbh creature was a girl.

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Vaz Prizrak: Chapter Seven

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader.

Content Warnings: language, 18 + implied smut, angst, fluff, violence, mentions of losing a pregnancy, thoughts of taking one's life, an attempt to take one's life. I will give another warning when that chapter is posted.

Summary: Bucky and Reader have been in their own solace while in Wakanda for years. They were finally happy to create the life they wanted and deserved. That was until a new foe came along to dust it all away.

Authors Note: This takes place during Infinity War and Endgame! If you haven't yet, please read Soldat and Dorogaya beforehand.

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Soldat Masterlist | Dorogaya Masterlist | Vaz Prizrak Masterlist

The ship landed outside of Avenger’s headquarters in New York and as soon as my feet landed on the grass, I was met with a bone crushing hug from Natasha. She pulled away and placed hands on my cheeks, forcing me to look into her eyes. 

She looked tired. 

“You alright?” Natasha asked. 

I nodded. “I’m not going to lie, I’m exhausted.” 

Nat wrapped an arm around my shoulder and started leading me towards the compound, leaving Steve to walk slowly behind us. 

“I’ve got your room setup with some clothes. Take all the time you want, we can catch you up to speed when you’re ready.” 

“Clint tell you about our rendezvous together?” I questioned, the familiar halls bringing a small smile to my face. 

She snorted. “It was nothing compared to our time in Budapest together.” 

Gently pushing her away, I came to a stop in front of my old room and told Natasha that I would be down in the living area soon. We said goodbye with a quick hug and I was alone, staring at the dark, wooden door. I only lived there for a week but it still held so many bad memories of mourning Bucky that I was nervous to step inside. 

After taking a deep breath, I entered the room and couldn’t help the very large smile that spread to my lips at the sight. On the nightstand was a beautiful bouquet of black roses next to an old picture of Bucky and I. My fingers traced over his face before picking up the note. 

Buck mentioned that black roses were your favorite. He also made me promise him that I would look after you if anything did happen to him. I have failed the last five years but I promise that I will make up for it by bringing Bucky back home to you. 

Xx Steve

“You knew I was going to come back with you?” I questioned the body that stood in the doorway behind me. 

I didn’t have to turn around to see that Steve was leaning against the doorway, watching me with intent eyes. 

“I knew that you would do anything to get him back, even if it meant seeing me again,” Steve admitted. 

Finally turning to face him, I gave him a confused look. “Do you think I hate you?” 

Steve shrugged and my heart dropped. 

“I never hated you, Steve. Five years ago when Thanos destroyed the stones, I felt like there was nothing left to live for. My life had no meaning so I took my anger out on the people I loved other than Bucky,” I admitted. 

“You know,” Steve started as we walked into the room and sat on the bed next to me, “I spent the last five years telling people that they have to move on but I can’t find it in myself to\o.” 

He pulled out a familiar compass from his pocket and once he opened it, I saw an old picture of someone that he never talked about in front of me. 

Peggy Carter. 

I knew about his past with her back in the 40’s and knew that he loved her but I didn’t know that he was still in love with her. 

“From what you told me about her, she seemed like a lovely woman,” I said. 

Steve nodded. “She was. I only wish that I had more time with her. We never got our dance.” 

I placed my hand on his thigh, giving it a loving squeeze. Our eyes locked for a brief moment and feeling the tension between us, I threw a thumb over my shoulder towards my bathroom. 

“Uh, I really should shower before the team meeting.” 

Steve reluctantly nodded and stood from the bed. “I’ll see you downstairs.” 

When I was alone yet again, I forced my tired muscles from the bed and to the shower, hot water calling my name. My suit peeled away like a second skin as I stepped out of it, tossing it to the floor. The bruises and old scars from the last five years shone bright in the reflection of the mirror, my eyes refusing to look any longer. I then looked at the ink on my left arm, the tattoo mirroring Bucky’s old arm; the one he had when he was The Winter Soldier. 

You’re starting to look like me with the tattoo and mask. 

The familiar voice brought a soft smile to my face as I worked the shampoo deep into my long hair. The redness of my hair was still bright as the first day my powers changed it back in Romania, me even trying to dye it a couple years ago, only having it turn red again the next day. 

I love your rose shampoo. The scent always stained my pillow case. 

“God, I miss you,” I muttered to the voice. 

My tears had mixed with the water from the shower head, unsure how hard I was actually crying until my loud sobs were heard echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom. For the first time in five years, I allowed myself to mourn Bucky, the sobs racking my body, causing me to fall to my knees in the shower. 

“I need you, Bucky. I don’t think I can handle it if this doesn't work,” I sobbed. 

Dorogaya, don’t mourn me. I’m still here, watching over you. 

“It’s not fair, you should be here with me.” 

I love you, Y/N. 

A soft knock on my room's door caused me to immediately stand, wiping the tears from my face, and turning off the shower. Once the towel was tightly wrapped around myself, I padded barefoot over to the door. 

“Yes?” 

“Are you alright? I heard you crying.” 

Steve. 

Damn his super soldier hearing. 

“I’m fine,” I yelled through the door. “I just need to get dressed then I’ll be down stairs.” 

Once I was dressed, I opened the door and almost ran into the hard chest that still stood in the doorway. 

“Fuck, Steve. You scared me!” I curse, stepping back from him. 

“Are you okay?” He questioned again.

His soft gaze told me that he was truly worried about me so I gave him a reassuring nod. 

“I’m okay now. Want to walk with me?” 

Steve nodded and we started to walk side by side down to the living room of the compound, where everyone was waiting to give me the rundown of the plan. Steve hadn’t mentioned anything about it to me on the way here since I had opted for taking a much needed nap. 

“New tattoo?” Steve motioned to my arm.  

“Uh, yeah. Let’s say that it was a dark time in my life.” I admitted. 

A soft chuckle fell from Steve’s lips and we stepped onto the elevator, riding it down a few floors in a comfortable silence. 

“Wait, say it again. My brain is having some trouble processing what you just said,” I spoke to Scott Lang. 

He sighed. “Basically it’s time travel.”

I scoffed before looking between Steve and Natasha. “This is the big plan? Fucking time travel?” 

“It’s going to work, Y/N,” Nat said. 

My head shook with doubt as I leaned deeper into the couch, looking around the room at the faces I hadn’t seen in so long. 

Tony had a family now, him and Pepper having a daughter. 

Bruce had decided to live a life as the Hulk and Bruce Banner together. It was weird to look at first but eventually as time went on during the meeting, I got used to it. 

Thor, on the other hand, had looked worse than all of us. He had taken the loss to Thanos harder than some of us, choosing to numb his pain with alcohol and letting himself go. 

Clint sat next to me on the couch and he averted my attention from everyone else to him with a pat on my knee. 

“I’m still pissed at you for telling them where I was,” I semi-joked. 

He gave me a small laugh. “I know it sounds stupid but we have to try. For them.” 

We had become incredibly close in the time we went on our killing spree before we parted ways and considered him a good friend of mine so if he had some hope for this plan, the least I could do was to try. 

“Okay,” I nodded, then turned my attention towards Steve. “How do we know it’s going to work?” 

“One of us will go back to a point in time. They’ll only get five minutes before we bring them back.” Steve stated. 

“So a test run?” I asked. 

Scott nodded. “Exactly, a test run. Now we have to decide who.” 

“I’ll do it,” I stood without a second thought. 

Dorogaya, no. 

“Not happening, Y/N.” Steve shook his head. 

I crossed my arms while looking at him, putting all the weight to my left foot. “Steve, you’ve known me for so long, do you really expect to change my mind?” 

He sighed, defeated. “Let’s get you suited up then.”

[imtryingbuck]

My world

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x plus size!fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky’s relationship with Y/n becomes public knowledge.

Word count: 1,371

Warnings: fluff. Bucky’s in love. slight angst (mean people commenting on Y/n’s weight.)

A/N: thank you so much for the request! I am so so so so sorry that this took forever for me to do. I hope you like it🤍

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“Just a few more questions and then I’ll let you go, your latest song, is there anyone in particular it’s about?” The interviewer smiled softly at the man whose rock band Avengers Assemble that had taken the world by storm, the leader singer Bucky, smiled shyly before moving his shoulder length hair out of his face.

“Y/n.”

“And who is that?”

“My world.” His eyes shot to the side where she was standing, a grin on his lips as her cheeks began to go red.

“A thousand of hearts have just broken all over the world.” The interviewer laughs, Bucky does too and shrugs. “How long have you two been dating?”

“Coming up to five years.”

“That’s sweet.”

Bucky gives the woman a warm smile and after saying their goodbyes and the woman thanking him for sitting down to talk, he rushes straight towards Y/n.

“Hello beautiful.”

“Hello, you did amazing.”

“You think?”

“I do.”

“Why thank you my love.” Releasing his arms from around her, he makes her giggle when he bows.

Bucky’s arm was around Y/n’s shoulder as she snuggled further into his warmth as the film continued to play, pressing a kiss to her head his phone lit up and began vibrating as notification after notification began to hide the photo of Y/n and their cat Alpine snuggled up on the very sofa he was currently sitting on.

“What’s going on?”

“I’m not… oh, that interview came out and fans are going crazy.”

The film was long forgotten about as Bucky and Y/n scrolled through social media giggling like schoolchildren at the posts and comments surrounding their relationship, with everyone wanting to know who she actually was - the second they figured out who she was her instagram account had hundreds of follower requests.

Then came the mean comments, ranging from accusing her of using Bucky for fame to making comments about her weight and appearance. The “fans” were shocked to find out that a man like Bucky was dating someone like her, they said that he should be ashamed and dating a model and not someone plus sized, before she could even let the nasty comments get to her she smiled at seeing people defending her and their relationship.

“Baby, are you alright? Please don’t listen to them, I don’t want anyone other than you.”

“I’m alright, I promise.”

“But you know that, right? That it’s only you that I want.”

“I know.” She beamed up at him.

Bucky came back from the store with a skip in his step as he proudly showed the cupcake mixer box to Y/n, and that’s how Steve found the couple, in the kitchen with Bucky sitting on the counter swinging his legs as he licked the whisk clean as Y/n put the tray in the oven.

“Buck… are you having fun?”

“We’re making cupcakes.” He said happily.

“I want one, also has Tony rang you?”

“Only one! And I don’t know, my phones in the living room, why what’s up?”

“We’ve been nominated for a Grammy.”

“Don’t joke.”

“I’m not.”

Bucky jumped down off the counter, picking Y/n up and spinning her around before wrapping his arms around Steve. “This is amazing!”

The night of the Grammys had Bucky pacing around the house with nerves as Y/n got dressed - he begged and pleaded with her to come with him as his date, cheering when she finally caved and said yes.

His pacing only stopping when their bedroom door came open, his jaw dropping as he laid his eyes on her. There weren't enough words in the world for him to describe her, nothing could ever truly do her justice and he had tried, way too many times, even going as far as making up words - much to her amusement.

“My love…”

“D-Do I look okay?”

“Okay? My love you are the most stunning thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing.” His heart tingles as she blushes at his words. “You’re a goddess and I am so lucky to call you mine.”

As her blush deepens she smiles shyly up at him and whispers. “Thank you. You look very handsome.”

“As always.” He laughs with a wink.

Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off of her as the camera flashes blinded the both of them, his hand never leaving her waist as they posed with the rest of the band. His hand clung to hers as they sat down, his leg bouncing up and down with nerves only stopping when she squeezed his hand.

“And the winner is… Avengers Assemble!”

Bucky looked straight at Y/n as to ask if he had heard right, her beaming, proud smile had him laughing before kissing her passionately.

The speech had the audience laughing and clapping, with Bucky ending it by holding up the award and looking straight at Y/n. “This one is for you, my love.”

They all agreed that they wouldn’t go to the after party that they had been invited to, instead choosing to go back to Y/n’s and Bucky’s to celebrate their win just on their own.

Grabbing her glass Y/n stood in front of the band, her family. “I am so proud of all of you, I knew you guys would win and if it was up to me you would have won every award.” They all laugh. “I’m being serious! But anyway, you all deserve it and I know there’s going to be so much more to come.”

After each of them hug and thank her for everything Bucky takes her hand and leads them outside.

“I love you.” He whispers as he rests his forehead against hers.

“I love you.”

His hands trail down her arms until they find hers. “You’re my world, my everything, my light and my love.” Getting down on one knee and pulling out a small box out of his pocket, he smiles up at her as her eyes widen. “Will you continue to make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”

“Yes! Yes I’ll marry you!”

As he slides the ring onto her finger the back garden erupted in cheers and applause as the band - their family - watched the whole thing, all gathering around them to offer their congratulations.

In every interview Bucky did he always mentioned Y/n, whether or not he was asked about her, from the moment their relationship become public knowledge he was finally allowed to post photos of her on his public account.

When he got asked about why he kept their relationship private he simply replied. “It wasn’t, my family and friends knew we were together.”

“Some people think that you were ashamed-“

“Ashamed? No.” Bucky cuts the interviewer off. “I simply chose to keep my relationship away from the world because it has nothing to do with anyone other than me and Y/n.”

“So why now? Why after five years?”

“For what? To make my relationship public?” The interviewer nods. “Because I can. Because I got fed up of people thinking I was dating Natasha who by the way is my best friend.”

“Does it not bother you that Y/n’s overweight?”

“Are you joking?“ He looks straight at Tony - the bands manager - and even his eyes were wide. “My fiancée is perfect in my eyes, and at the end of the day that’s all that matters. I’m done here.”

When that interview came out the bands fans were angry at the interviewer and praised Bucky for handling that question without getting angry - not like they could blame him. Obviously what they didn’t know is that Bucky was calling that interviewer all the names he could think of as the car took him back to the hotel where Y/n was waiting for him, the second she was in reach he burst out crying - he couldn’t understand why people couldn’t see her the way he did, he couldn’t understand why people had to be so nasty for no reason about a person they didn’t even know.

The band had just won their fifth Grammy, Bucky beaming proudly at Y/n as he held up the award. “This is for you, my beautiful wife, I love you.”

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[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by @doeeyeseddie and @eddiebabygirldiaz for seven sentence Sunday! Since I haven’t been posting much for tag games lately, here’s significantly more sentences than that from bucktommy acquire a child au. Warning for mentions of past child abuse in Tommy’s family.

Tommy stares down at the dotted line, pen hovering, running the name through his head over and over again and feeling kind of stupid for it. There’s no meaningful difference, at this point, between this last signature and any other of the seemingly dozens of pieces of paper they’ve signed tonight. Nothing really counts until Buck hands it over to the lawyer on his way to work tomorrow. He could sign and then tear the thing up, toss it in the trash. Find someone better to take this on. Take his name out of it, at the very least, hand the kid over to Evan entirely.

Evan, sitting next to him close enough that their knees are pressed tougher, bony, under the table. “What are you thinking?”

Tommy sighs and sets the pen down, tilting his head back to look up at the ceiling. “Can’t we just use… I don’t know, Diaz? I don’t want to give the poor kid my name.”

Buck laughs, just a little, still mostly serious. “I mean, I’m sure Eddie’d say yes if we asked, but- You gave me your name, why’s it a problem now?”

Tommy slides his fingers between Buck’s, surprised as he always is at how well they fit together. “You’re an adult, you can- handle it, carry it. Kinard children have historically been miserable things.”

Evan tilts his head, probably thinking about what Tommy is thinking about: Tommy, beat by his dad who was beat by his dad who was beat by- etc, etc, going back the entire horrible line of them. He’s imagined it before, some medieval peasant kid somewhere, crying into a hay bale or whatever the fuck it is poor folk slept on back then. Evan’d probably know. Maybe farther back than that. A caveman all the other cavemen side-eyed ‘cause he threw his kid in the path of a sabertooth or something.

“Okay,” is what Evan says. “I could get all pop psychology about, like, breaking cycles or whatever, but actually-” he points down the hall. “When I put him to bed tonight he talked literally right up until he was unconscious about all the stuff we saw at the zoo today, that I was in fact there for. Passed out mid word about how we got ice cream and saw a bird. Just a regular bird, that pigeon that landed on the table next to us. I think he was as excited about that as he was about, like, actual lions.”

Tommy laughs, despite his mood. “He was excited about the pigeon.” Milo had been so fascinated by it his ice cream had mostly melted by the time they could successfully prompt him to eat it.

Buck grins. “That kid- our kid- is happy, Tommy. Another talking point? How you carried him everywhere. He got to be so tall, he said you showed him everything.”

“I always hated being too short to see past crowds of people,” Tommy says quietly. “All those legs, everybody strangers.”

“I think most kids hate that,” Buck nods. He leans in to kiss Tommy’s cheek. “You’re not having second thoughts about this?”

“No,” Tommy says, immediate, breathy like it got punched out of him. “No. More than sure.”

Evan nods again. “He’s happy, and safe, and loved because of you. Sign the paper. It’s just a name, and one that I like very much actually.”

“Just a name,” Tommy raises an eyebrow. “So you would’ve been fine with him becoming a Buckley if we had done this the other way?”

“Oh, fuck no,” Buck says, face twisting up lemon-sour as Tommy laughs.

“You hypocrite.”

“Hey, you should have come up with a new name when you married me,” Buck sticks his tongue out, leaning back in his chair like a pleased cat. “Combined them maybe? We could have been… the Binards?”

Tommy squints at him. “No.”

“The Kuckleys?”

“Evan,” Tommy snorts. “No- that’s terrible.”

Buck grins. “Yeah. We really should have just asked Eddie. All be Diazes, it’d fix everything.”

“Imagine the kid’s family tree project at school,” Tommy says, picking up the pen, signing his name as fast as he can before doubt creeps back in. “We’re gonna have to teach him the words ‘non-conventional family structure’.”

Buck laughs and laughs, leaning into Tommy’s side until he kisses up the sound.

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[urdepressedslut]

You’re Mine, Sunshine ❝part nine❞

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: After the events from the other day, you try and cope with the reality of what happened. The world is a lot less colorful than you remember. Bucky helps comfort you after you realize you have no one left.

♡ Warnings: heavy angst, flashbacks, abuse, mentions of parent death, hints to depression, reader doesn't know she has depression, anxiety attacks

Series Masterlist

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Mob!Au Bodyguard!Au

Italics are flashbacks

“I don’t know… I kinda like shirts that don’t hug me too tight.” You mumbled, scratching the back of your neck.

You heard a dramatic gasp, and you looked into her eyes as she shook her head, holding up the top she had been trying to convince you to buy.

“Babygirl— why can’t you see how gorgeous you are. Anything you wear, you’d make look like a million bucks.” You Mother almost whined, and you couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped your lips from her antics.

“Ma you know that’s not true.” You argued, failing at keeping a serious expression.

“No baby— I know I’m right. That’s my secret.” She argues back confidently.

She walked closer and started combing stray hairs out of your eyes, smiling at you adoringly as she did so. Her eyes practically sparkled with love.

“What’s your secret Ma?” You asked quietly, leaning into your Mother’s delicate touch.

She cupped your chin and raised your face to her lips, the feeling of her pecking your forehead sweetly. The gesture made you all warm inside— her love filling you with so much protection.

“Mommies never lie. So you really are beautiful baby— and soon you’ll start to see that, and you’ll be breaking hearts left and right.” She spoke quietly to you.

“I won’t be breaking any hearts… because that means I’ll have to date people and well… that’s scary.” You admitted.

Your Mother lifted your chin back up, giving you another loving kiss on your forehead, stroking your cheek as if you were fragile and needed to be protected. In her eyes— you were her everything. Her little girl— she only wished you could live your life without any pain. She knew life wasn’t that perfect— but she’d do anything for her baby. She’s try as hard as she could to make her life perfect. She deserved it.

“It is scary baby, but if you never put yourself out there— you may never have the chance to meet people.” She cooed. “We learn a lot from everyone we meet, and if you don’t meet anyone— you won’t learn anything. It helps us grow into being a better person.”

You nodded in understanding, feeling comforted by her words. She believed that you could do it, so you started to believe you could. Your Mother truly did know best— she’d never put you in a bad situation. As much as you hated to admit it, she was almost always right.

“You’re so smart Ma. I’m glad I've got a Mama as good as you around.” You whispered as you hugged her tightly— forgetting that you were at the mall.

Her laugh vibrated through her chest as your head lay against her heart.

“You know your compliments always go straight to my head.” She joked and you snorted and playfully hit her hip.

“I’ll take it back.” You playfully warned.

“Please don’t— we were having such a nice moment.” She whined dramatically and you both went into a laughing fit.

The air was so cool— so breathable. Your limbs felt relaxed, your mind was at ease. Everything was so much easier with your Mother around, she truly was the light of your life.

"Okay, I'll get it." You finally gave in, pointing to the shirt that was hanging off her arm.

Your Mother eyes brightened and she smiled like the chesire cat, almost starting to jump up and down like a little kid. You forgot who was the older one sometimes. You just watched with a giggle.

"That's my girl." She ruffled your hair and headed towards the cashier.

You watched her walk away, happy that you could make her happy. Although the top wasn't what you'd usually wear— maybe your Mother was right. It was time to get out of your comfort zone— plus she was never wrong.

~

You cracked your eyes open at the sound of rain hitting your window, the peaceful ambience of a storm passing over the house. You let out a deep breath, a heavy feeling left sitting on your chest— the bittersweet memory still fresh in your mind. It was sweet because even the memory of your Mother could fill your body with the joy that you had been missing from life. Although it was bitter because they were only memories. Instead of staying in the moment with her, you were forced to be sent back into reality. Back to a world where she wasn't around anymore. That was the most painful realization you had to live through every day.

The days since her passing had been the same, but it was slightly different this time around. You were almost positive that because of the relationship between you and your Father was getting worse— had you desperately wishing to have your Mother back.

You wondered if it would've been easier to never know parental love, then live most of your life with it— then to not have it.

You hadn’t realized you had slept through the night, misjudging how exhausted your kind and body was. There was just a slight glow from outside, otherwise the sky was cloudy— the weather gloomy. The outside was currently how you felt, it seemed.

Glancing around the room, there was no sign of him. Which was the second thing that had come to your mind this morning. Bucky.

Pushing that thought to the side, you swung your legs over the edge of your bed— heading towards the bathroom. Your head felt heavy, your limbs feeling like there were wights tied to them. You overall felt like the walk to the bathroom was much harder than it should’ve been. You had hoped that a nights rest would ease the haze that covered your brain. But as you walked to the bathroom— you could still sense the thick fog within your head.

Switching on the light, you headed straight for the mirror without giving it much thought. You’d be lying if you said your reflection didn’t startle you. In fact the harder you looked— you doubted that was actually you.

Your eyes were puffy, red rimmed as they were the night before. Your lips were chapped, achey with how dry they were. All in all— it was the still irritated skin on your cheek that had you in shock. The palm sized mark had you staring without blinking— your breathing starting to come in rapidly. Almost instantly, the events from the night before began to play through your mind.

"You wonder why I don't want you around— do you not see how you act? Disrespectful fucking brat! I do all these nice things for you— I buy you a fucking house! I provide you with everything you need!"

The memory of his hand shooting towards your face had you flinching back in the space of your bathroom. The action startling you from just remembering.

You furrowed your brows, staring at your reflection in confusion. Puzzled at your body's reaction— the way you had jumped. Even though you were alone in the bathroom— you felt embarrassed. Your hand shot down to grip your thigh, squeezing the flesh until you could start to feel pain. Your nose burned again, your chest tight and uncomfortable— unable to expand fully. You gasped, almost breaking from this trance as you released your thigh— glancing down frantically at the now red and irritated skin. Your head felt fuzzy as you couldn't understand why you were acting like this. You felt like you were out of control of your body— your mind. You wiped your face harshly, drying your skin of any tears— any evidence that you had been a mess.

Without wasting another second, you headed from the bathroom and made your way downstairs— in search of Bucky.

Bucky had made himself comfortable in the grand office downstairs. The room seemingly untouched, obvious that you didn’t care for this room. That much didn’t surprise him. But what did shock him— was the stash of liquor that was kept inside the study.

Surely that wasn’t yours. He thought to himself.

He had sat by your bedside, guarding the room as you slept for awhile. After you started to mumble in your sleep— that’s when he decided to leave. He knew you’d want him to be there when you woke, but the words about your Mother escaping your lips seemed private. It felt wrong to over hear such information while you were unconscious.

He also just needed to excuse himself, needing to drown his thoughts with alcohol for awhile. His career let alone his life— was in jeopardy.

He didn’t want to fear Pierce— but he couldn’t stop the overwhelming waves of anxiety from crashing into him. Amongst everything else, you stuck out in his thoughts. Majority of his worries circled around you, the concerns about you being left alone— with Pierce. If it wasn’t his life he was worried about, it was you. He was only afraid of the outcome because if there was no him— he wouldn’t be able to protect you.

It continued to eat away at him— he knew he should do something. He let the thought pass by… I should run.

He raised the glass, downing the rest of the contents— enjoying the burn on his throat as he scoffed at the cowardly thought.

He’d would run for you… with you.

He stared at the empty glass as he attempted to digest the idea. Knowing deep down he wouldn’t be able to make a proper decision without talking with you.

“James?” You called out, grabbing his attention to the doorway.

You didn’t even attempt to send him one of your usual warm smiles, instead glancing around the room you completely forgot existed. For good reason.

“What are you doing in here?” You asked, but soon found your answer when you let your eyes drop to the bottles of liquor surrounding his empty glass. “It’s early.”

You pointed out, and Bucky lowered his gaze for a moment in shame before lifting his eyes to your face again. This was when he noticed how different you looked.

It was the little, subtle changes that no one else could distinguish. But he could— he could see it clear as day, and it broke his heart.

Your eyes were dull, missing the usual sparkle in them. Your face just seemed like it was longer, the way you didn’t even try to keep a smile on your face. He didn’t think he’d ever seen you so… not you. Lastly, what killed him the most— was the way you were standing. The way you were trying to seem so small, like you could be small enough to hide away from everyone.

“James?” You called again, breaking him from his analysis of you. It was then he realized he hadn’t responded.

“Uh… yeah guess I’m just a little stressed out.” He finally told you, not completely lying.

“You shouldn’t do that— it can cause a lot of issues.” You motioned towards the alcohol.

“I know.” He mumbled, lowering his gaze to the desk again.

“You should just talk to me, instead of drinking until you pass out.” You told him softly.

“I can hold my liquor well.” He tried to argue, glancing up and sending you a smirk.

You just shook your head, crossing your arms like you were a mom scolding her kid.

“I don’t care. You should still talk to me.” You told him sternly.

He couldn’t ignore the shock in your change in demeanor. Of course you’d be in a different mood from the events last night— but he wasn’t used to this solemn version of you yet.

“Okay.” He agreed finally, standing up to head towards another room— preferably one that didn’t hold as much negativity as this one.

You surprised him by reaching out to take his hand, holding it tightly in yours. You didn’t give him a second to show his shock— instead you held on, tugging him towards the direction of the library.

He hadn’t even talked with you yet, but somehow he already felt lighter— in a better mood. Just by your presence, let alone your touch— was enough.

Making your way through the library— hand in hand— you didn’t slow until you reached your spot. The same spot from the very first introduction you two shared. One that didn’t have that good of an ending.

The memory although had a sour end, you still looked back and wanted to smile. You two had no idea what was coming— so naive. Like you said— it almost made you want to smile. Almost.

“James, why are you drinking this early in the morning? I know you’ve got something on your mind.” You started, as soon as you two sat down in your spots.

He rolled his eyes, avoiding your stare. He knew you were right, but also he just didn’t want to have this talk. Though— he knew it needed to happen. He just wished he could have one more care free day. He hated himself for not enjoying them while they lasted.

“Doll, we know what’s going to happen.” He voiced lowly, body and mind defeated.

You flashed a fearful expression before attempting to harden your features back.

“What do you mean?” You asked him cautiously.

“I spoke wrongly to your Father— everything that happened yesterday… you know how this ends for me.” He hinted, hoping you’d understand.

You shook your head, while still glancing at him with a softened expression. You don’t think you’d ever seen Bucky so stressed, his face stuck in a concerned expression.

“You don’t know that for sure.”

“(Y/n)… your Father doesn’t give a shit about me! For all I know— he probably has a new bodyguard ready for you. I’ll be as good as gone soon!” He exclaimed, voice raising— but it was Bucky. You weren’t afraid of him like you were your Father.

“Nothing is going to happen to you— I’ll make sure of it.” You promised him, and for a second he paused and looked at you deeply.

He ran a hand through his hair, leaning back in his seat with a frustrated huff.

“I don’t really care what happens to me… I just don’t wanna leave you. I can’t… I can’t let him keep doing this to you.” He whispered, lowering his head— his emotions stealing his voice.

You felt your heart start to beat faster, the same butterflies fluttering around your stomach once more. Every time he protected you, made an effort to want to be with you— it had you speechless. You never knew you could find something like this again. After your Mother had passed— you thought the feeling was lost.

“We should run.” He spoke again, breaking the thick silence that had blanketed the room.

You swallowed at that suggestion, wondering why a small part of you still didn’t want to leave your Father. Although he had proved to really not care about you— love you. You still loved him. He was all you had left.

But maybe that wasn’t true anymore, here was Bucky sitting in front of you— willing to risk his life just so you could live your happy ending.

“Where will we go?” You spoke back finally, shocking him that you wanted to go along with it.

As he stared into your eyes, his stomach rolled sickeningly at the fear that was evident in your eyes. But it wasn’t fear for yourself— it was for him.

“Somewhere far away— somewhere he won’t find you. I have a few places in mind… but are you really willing to do this? Leave your home?” He asked, happy that you were on board— but still wanted to respect your decision.

You immediately thought of that one cheesy quote you’d read somewhere— not necessarily believing it until now. Home can be a person too.

You felt your nose burn, tears welling into your eyes and this time you didn’t fight it. Everything had been building ever since you’d woken up. The only place you felt safe wasn’t even your home anymore— it was him.

“This place doesn’t really feel like home anymore so… yeah I’m ready.” You admitted, your voice getting quiet by the end.

Bucky’s hand twitched on his thigh, the way his instinct was to touch you— to comfort you. He fought against the side of him that itched to jump over to you, instead he stayed rooted at his spot.

“There’s something else I need to tell you.” He started, not knowing if you were mentally ready to handle this. “Your Father has been keeping this from you for awhile, and he had asked me to keep it from you as well but— you deserve to know. I wanted to tell you so many times I just— I should’ve told you… so I’m sorry.”

You got up from your seat and plopped down next to him, not hesitating to reach out and take his metal hand in your two. Your held it comfortably while also using the metal ridges to fidget with.

“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry about what you should’ve done— you’re telling me now. That’s all that matters, so I appreciate that.” You assured him, scooting even closer so that your thighs were touching.

“Someone’s been stalking you (Y/n).” He finally confessed, and almost immediately he could feel the weight being lifted off his chest.

You didn’t speak for awhile, just staring at him like you weren’t sure if you imagined him saying those words. Your brain was having a hard time processing what he had said— someone was stalking you? You were disturbed, your skin crawling with fear. One thing stuck out to you the most— it was the fact that your Father had yet to tell you.

Bucky took your silence as a bad sign, watching you stare blankly at your lap, where your fidgeting hands stilled on his metal one. It was his turn to wrap his metal hand around your wrist, applying a gentle amount of pressure to try and get your attention.

“(Y/n)?” He asked softly, growing more worried the longer you stayed quiet.

You still didn’t know what you were feeling, it was hard to distinguish it when you were already overwhelmed with emotions today. Your brain felt burnt out— your mind wanting to shut off completely.

“How long?” You whispered, still staring at your lap.

“Awhile, and they’ve gotten close. They have left stuff on your doorstep— and I found it before you could see it.” He told you, watching you shiver from the information. “They found your Mother’s necklace in one of the boxes that was dropped off at your door.”

That had gotten your attention, your head snapping up to his— your eyes wide with horror. You immediately started shaking your head in denial, knowing where this was going. You felt like you were gonna be sick, so you tried to swallow back the bile from rising.

“No… No I— I know what you’re going to say! My Mother died from a car accident. That’s how she died.” You rushed out, your vision blurring with tears.

“(Y/n) I’m not saying whoever is stalking you was involved with her passing— I’m just saying that there’s something darker to this than anyone knows.” He assured you, watching you nod in understanding.

His heart hurt watching your body start to tremble, your bottom lip quivering.

“Do you have it?” You whispered ever so quietly.

“What?” Bucky asked suddenly, confused.

You faced him, grabbing onto both his hands now— needing him to ground you from spiraling. Bucky had to hold in the gasp that wanted to escape, from how close you appeared to be.

“Do you have the necklace?” You asked desperately, voice cracking, “My Father he… he wouldn’t let me keep any of my Mothers things.”

Bucky’s heart broke again, his eyes softening at your broken expression. The way you were trembling holding onto him, your eyes red rimmed and lost looking. He had never held such hatred for someone before— fucking Pierce.

“Doll, I’m sorry— he has it.”

You nodded in understanding but couldn’t hold back the new wave of tears. You didn’t hesitate, and threw yourself into his arms. Wrapping your arms right around his middle, feeling the bulky muscles flex through his clothes.

He didn’t waste anytime and engulfed you in his protective embrace. He willed himself to stay strong— for you. But your cries and shakes of your body were killing him, he swore he was feeling physical pain from it all. He wanted to take it all away— all your pain.

Both your legs hung off to the side, while you practically were sitting in his lap. But neither of you cared— yes, it was intimate. But it was intimate in a different way, you both clung onto each other— escaping for a little while just in each others embrace. Being so close now, feeling each other pressed up on another— it felt right. It felt like home.

You felt one of his hands lift to the back of your head, cradling your head as his metal fingers weaves through your hair— just slightly scratching your scalp. You could feel yourself melt further into him. Your body sagging into him.

“I’ve got you (Y/n), I’m not going anywhere.” He whispered soothingly.

“I wanna hate him.” You whimpered, your fists fisting in his shirt.

His heart clenched painfully, hating that there was nothing he could do besides be here for you at the moment. But every cry and whimper only convinced him further that he was doing the right thing— the right thing by running away with you.

“Does that make me a bad person— that I wanna hate him? I want to but… but I can’t!” You cried.

Bucky shook his head, before he realized you couldn’t see him. He pulled you back away from him so he could face you— that was also when he noticed how close you were to him.

“No it doesn’t. He hasn’t been a Father to you. He hurt you— It’s okay to wanna hate him.” He assured you.

He held your gaze, waiting until you nodded to make sure you understood what you were feeling was valid.

“I really wanna hate him…” You whimpered again, trying to lower your eyes but you knew Bucky wouldn’t allow it.

He didn’t know if there was anything he could say to truly make you feel better, but he hoped that his comforting embrace was helping. Little did you know— your tight hold on him was ridding him of any and all stress.

“I know (Y/n), I know.” He breathed out.

Before he could stop himself, he was lifting his hand to stroke his thumb across her cheek— letting his palm rest on your jaw.

Your eyes fluttered shut from his touch for a second, before they opened and gazed deeply into his. His eyes shined with something unusual— something you had yet to see coming from his eyes. You felt intimidated from the intensity that was his gaze— the way your stomach fluttered nervously. You felt the same urge as before, your body leaning instinctively closer to him— you felt so safe in his arms, you couldn't help yourself from wanting to sink deeper into the ocean that was him.

"(Y/n)..." His voice broke through your trance, "Maybe we shouldn't."

God he wanted to slap himself for even voicing those words, because he so badly wanted to devour you whole— loosen every thread that was tied on you— unlocking every inch and part of you that he didn't know he craved. But the sensible side of him knew it wasn't the right moment... right?

You were so vulnerable, it felt wrong for him to even steal a glance in the wrong way when your walls were crumbled before him. He didn't want you to think for even a second that he was taking advantage of you. He respected you greatly, and he was not going to allow himself to have no self restraint. He wanted you to be in full control— and even then he felt hesitant to let you continue. The kiss on his cheek from before, he felt he hadn't deserved that— earned that. He was greedy however— and took any breadcrumbs he could.

You only darted your eyes down to his lips, watching his tongue poke out to wet them— your eyes watching the pink dampen the plump flesh. You found yourself biting your own lip— a sudden craving intensifying at the sight.

Despite your desires, you leaned forward and placed another kiss to his stubbled cheek— this time letting your lips linger on the skin longer than the last. Bucky could feel the heat rush to his face, knowing his cheeks were most likely bright red. He didn't know how he held so much power, but the feel of your lips against his cheek— god he wanted to kiss you so badly.

You sent him a small smile, and he could almost see the real you finally coming to light. The sight had his heart swelling, his own lips curving up in a cheerful smile— relived to see his girl coming back.

"Thank you James— I don't know what I'd do without you." You whispered, holding his gaze with hidden devotion. "I need you."

He had to fight back the huge smile he felt approaching from your words— he tried to ignore the bubbling joy he felt from your words. The way you needed him just as he needed you.

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Midnight Bite| toxic

Ship: Jeon Jungkook x Fem reader

au/genre: vampire!au royal!au arranged marriage.

rating: M

wc: 3.7k

Chapter warnings: little smut. POSSESSIVE JK. Blood mentions. (It's a vampy fic...) YOU ARE THE TOXIC ONE. JK is the perfect boyfriend.

summary: Jungkook, a powerful vampire king, is on a relentless pursuit to find his runaway bride. Their relationship is a complex dance of love, desire, and conflicting needs. Jungkook is determined to bring her back, but she yearns for freedom and independence. As the chase intensifies, the story delves into the complexities of their relationship and the sacrifices required to bridge their differences. Amidst a dark and mystical world, their destinies intertwine in a thrilling game of cat and mouse.

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“You don’t have to do this, for me.” Jungkook watched you fondly as he stopped at the edge of the bed looking down at you. His fingers creased your face lovingly as you cooed and tugged at his pants. “But I want to, especially after all the chasing you’ve done.” 

Jungkook chuckled and shook his head as his eyes grew dark. 

“Okay then,” he started, “Open wide, princess,” Jungkook cooed as he unzipped his pants, revealing his hardened member. You looked in awe as he was presented in front of you. Your mouth began to water as you pushed yourself up to level yourself with his member. 

Taking his member into his hands, you wrapped your lips around his mushroom top and sucked lightly. This small action drew a small flow of pre-cum to leak from his member. Not even fazed, you continued to suck along his member before taking him whole into your mouth. 

Your tongue swirled around his length as you began to take him inch by inch. Jungkook couldn’t even hide the groan from flying out his mouth. He ran his fingers through your hair lovingly as he watched you take him erotically. 

The way he was watching you always made you motivated to please him. 

As he made love to your beautiful face, your low moans vibrated through his member. You wrapped your hands around his thighs, coaxing him to go deeper which he did. 

“Shiiitt, fuck” Jungkook groaned as he resists the urge to pound your throat despite the random bucks from his hips. You sat there like a good girl as he released himself deep into your throat. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Your lips met, each kiss growing more sweeter and enchanting than the last. Jungkook leaned in, your foreheads touching as he continued to push himself between your folds. 

The room was mixed with the moans from the two of you and the hums of the nightlife outside. You and Jungkook were joined tightly in the sheets and your breathing was synchronized and slow. 

The two of you were sucked into your little world where no one outside of you two mattered. Your hearts, pulsating in unison, beating in sync and only for each other. 

Every time you guys got together, it always felt like this. It felt perfect. All the shit Jungkook would talk about punishing you never came to fruition because all he wanted to do was make love to you. 

It was the same on your end. 

You talked a lot of shit to him, telling him you would never submit to him and here you are. 

Allowing him to make you his puppy again and again.

Jungkook’s thick rod slides effortlessly between your wet folds, the sensation making you moan a bit louder. 

He knew his house was filled with people. His parents, brothers, sisters, servants, maids—everyone who saw him daily, and he didn’t care. He wanted it to be known how you made him feel and how he made you feel. At this point, he knew his parents no longer believed that you were the right choice so he wanted to make sure they were the first ones to hear that he had no intentions of giving you up. 

Jungkook moved slowly, rocking hips back and forth, swirling his hips as his lips were lingering on yours. Your moans began to grow louder and louder as his thrusts became stronger and harder. 

“B-baby, please don’t s-stop.”

Jungkook chuckles breathlessly, increasing his speed while replying with a smirk “Never in your wildest dreams.” 

After a night full of love, laughs, and passion you felt secure in your decision. The next morning, you woke up to Jungkook laying on your chest. His arms were wrapped around your waist tightly as he craved your body on his. Your heart melted as you watched this king act as a child with you. In the most vulnerable space, you have ever seen anyone of such a stature. Your fingers ran through his long soft locs as you watched him sleep. After a few minutes, he began to stir in his sleep before looking up at you. 

“You’re still here? No running off?” Jungkook smiled sheepishly as he sat up. 

Your eyes ran across his broad shoulders and his gorgeous skin. A bit distracted until Jungkook looked back at you with a chuckle. “Or did I finally tame you?” 

“Tame me? Never. Time will tell.” You teased. Jungkook looked at you and slapped your thigh, causing a hiss to leave your lips as you jerked up sitting next to him. Rubbing your thigh as your eyes were locked onto him, pouting. 

“Don’t play with me any more. Please no more running. Can we finally just be a couple?” Jungkook asked, taking your legs and laying them across his lap, rubbing your thighs. You smirked and sighed. 

“I guess.” You said teasing him again. Jungkook looked at you, “Baby, I’m serious. I really want us.”

“You and I want us, my parents want us but your parents don't want us anymore. I don’t feel like hearing your parents groaning.” You said truthfully to which Jungkook sighed “My love,” he started, “My parents feel the way they do because you kept playing games and disappearing. But that doesn’t matter. I can fix all of that. Either way, they cannot change my mind about you. So don’t let them change your mind about me.” 

You sighed and laid back. “You are right but Jungkook, their timeline for our marriage is not what I want. They want us to pop out all these babies and that’s something I don’t want to do.” 

“You don’t want children?” Jungkook asked, looking at you, his hands still working on your thighs. “I thought that was something that you wanted?” 

“Of course it is. I just don’t want my children to be used for their selfish intentions. Or anyone’s intentions. Just because they’ll be purebred.” You replied. Jungkook sighed. “It sounds like you don’t trust me with the future of our kids.” 

“No, no, no that’s not what I’m saying at all. I know you would have the best interest for our children, there is no doubt about that but they are your parents. You wouldn’t go against them.” You said sitting up looking at him. He sighed and nodded. 

“That is true…but you are my-will be my wife, I have to think about what is best for us, not just the kingdom. I’m guessing that’s why you’ve been running this whole time.” Jungkook said, looking over at you tilting his head and flicking his eyebrows. You nodded. 

“Yes. I refuse to be told how to love and when to do it. Granted, we are perfect for one another in my opinion but even the most perfect couples can have the most amazing love in the world and the parents can screw it up in an instant. All because they want things on their timing, we are already on the timing of the kingdom, that’s enough for me. I don’t want any more pressure.” You admitted. Jungkook's eyes soften. 

Pulling you closer, he leaned in and gave you a sweet kiss before peaking your nose then your forehead. 

“It’s going to be hard, I will admit that. My parents will make things hard, I will admit that. Those are things I cannot change as much as I wish I could. My parents still like you, they only feel different because of all the back and forth. I believe that once they see that you are devoting yourself to me, they will be on board again. Just trust me. I will have you back one hundred percent.” 

Looking in his eyes, you believed him. You trusted him. You pushed yourself in his lap, straddling him while holding his face. “I trust you. I’m just…scared.” you admitted. 

“I know. I’m scared too but I’m confident in us. Let’s do this…for real this time.” Jungkook whispered as his lips pecked yours. You nodded, kissing his lips sweetly. 

“I have to go. I will be back in a few hours.” You said pulling yourself off of his lap to which he immediately pulled you back into his lap shaking his head. You giggled as you tried to push him off but clearly, the vampire king was too strong for you. “Baby let me goooo” 

“No ma’am. You aren’t going anywhere. Unless you have a really good reason.” Jungkook mumbles in your ear, sitting you directly on his member that was still bare from the night before. He started to move your hips that only caused friction against your core drawing moans from your lips. 

“I-I-I need to feed daddy, something you promised to take me but didn’t” You moaned softly against his lips as you settled on to him, letting him rest inside of you. Jungkook groaned softly as he moved your hips, pleasing himself. 

“I was going to but we were busy.” Jungkook said breathlessly as he laid back to admire your body as you rode him. 

“Then take me before I get hungry” you moaned, looking down at him with a smirk. 

Jungkook much rather sit here and take you down once more but he knew that there would be plenty of time for that. Without to mention he parents bursting in the room through thin air causing you to immediately get off of Jungkook and cover yourself as well as him. Jungkook’s hands didn’t know what to do but his body instantly covered yours as he looked at his unfazed parents. 

“Next time could you knock or just wait for me to come down stairs. I was doing something” Jungkook said, turning red as you hid your face behind him. 

“Well before your untimely departure, we reminded you that today you were meeting some candidates for your Queen and your secondaries.” His mother said with no regard to you being in the room and how you might feel. 

Jungkook shook his head looking back at you then at his parents. “I don’t need a Queen and I don’t need multiple wives, I have Yn and she’s ready to be Queen.” Jungkook’s father didn’t even spare you a look before speaking. 

“She can be one of your wives but she cannot be your Queen, we’ve spoken to her parents and we both agree that she is not ready for the responsibility. She isn’t reliable. You need to meet the candidates and choose a queen.” his father spat. Jungkook frowned, clearly pissed off. 

You shook your head. Not even phased. You were sad, of course but you knew that this was going to happen. You snapped your fingers and fresh clothes were placed on your body. You moved from behind Jungkook and gathered your belongings. Jungkook held the blanket around his waist to shield himself. Reaching out to you he pulled you back “What happened to trusting me? You aren’t going anywhere,” he started before looking at his parents.

“I’ve chosen my Queen and my wife. It’s Princess Yn. She’s the only one that possesses the skill and the desire that I want in my Queen. I will not change my mind.” Jungkook said firmly. His parents didn’t budge. 

“Jungkook, it’s been years of this back and forth. I’ve grown tired. We’ve grown tired. What is done, is done. Be ready in one hour. That is all you have” Jungkook’s father said. Jungkook looked at his mother and pleaded with her. 

“Mother, I love Princess Yn, I don’t want another wife, I wouldn’t treat them right. I only want her.” Jungkook’s mother sighed, showing the first sign of emotion. 

“I know, we all know how you both feel about one another. Believe me son. We know but this game has to stop. How are we to know that she wouldn’t run off again after gaining the title or when it’s time to defend the Jeon Kingdom? She ran from her own Kingdom and her parents haven’t seen her since.” Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed “Mother, don’t bring that up.” he said sternly.

Your face fell at the mention of you leaving but you remained silent as you moved Jungkook’s hands and continued to gather your belongings. 

“Yn, don’t leave. Please.” Jungkook said, whispering to you, pulling you closer. Turning to him, you kissed his cheek. “I need to go feed before I get ravenous. I will speak to you once I am done, Jungkook.” Jungkook wasn’t letting up, in fact he was concerned. Why weren’t you feeding regularly? In fact, even his mother had questions. 

“Why aren’t you keeping up with your daily blood intake? A pure breed cannot go longer than 2 days without feeding and even that is too long.” His mother asked to which a look of concern fell on the faces of Jungkook and his parents. 

“It’s a little hard to do so when you're a runaway Princess who couldn’t defend her kingdom. Don’t you think?” You said looking over at her before grabbing your phone and calling one of your drivers to be outside. 

“Yn, that’s not what she meant-” you shook your head “I know exactly what she meant. Don’t worry. Enjoy your banquet or whatever it is. As I said, I will speak to you later.” 

Without any more discussion, you allowed your mist to take you away. Leaving Jungkook feeling both defeated and upset. 

~~~~~~~

Sitting on the throne, Jungkook has passed on every woman that came before him. He didn’t even allow them to speak. His parents were growing annoyed by the second. 

“Jungkook, you don’t have to sleep with these women, you just have to choose one to take the throne with you, that is all. You can still continue whatever you have with Princess Yn. Wrap this up please. We’ve been at it for hours already” his younger sister pleaded with her older brother. 

“Yes, please kookie, I’m getting sleepy.” his youngest sister added. Jungkook shrugged and passed the next woman causing all parties to groan. “This is getting ridiculous. Jungkook pick someone for the love of myself.” Yoongi spat. Jimin chuckled at his siblings. “We all know this could have been over with if mother and father didn’t tell him no about Princess Yn.” 

Yoongi rolled his eyes looking over at his parents. “This is your fault. He is the most stubborn one and you told him no.” Jimin chuckled as his father growled. 

Jungkook kept looking at his phone, waiting for your call, praying he didn’t have to look for you again. “We may have to go find her again.” Jungkook said looking at his phone. Yoongi and Jimin groaned, shaking their heads. “I’m not going this time. I love Princess but searching for her day and night is not good for my mental health.” Jimin said. “I refuse to put in that much effort ever again. It’s not like you're sharing her with us.” Yoongi whined to which Jimin nodded in agreement. 

“You got that right.” he mumbled. He continued to scroll on his phone until he finally saw your picture and name pop up. His eyes lit up answering asap. 

“It’s about time you called me. I was getting worried.” Jungkook smiled at your hum. 

“It took me a while but I finally fed. I’m feeling a lot better.” You said sitting in your car as your driver took you back to your kingdom. Jungkook smiled. 

“I’m happy baby. Now are you on your way back here?” Jungkook asked, still passing the women before him. You chuckled. “Not tonight.” 

A scowl grew on Jungkook’s face to which Jimin and Yoongi knew exactly what that meant. 

“I’ll get the car ready, you get the snacks” Jimin muttered as Yoongi sighed as loud as he possibly could. “Fine but I say we just drive ourselves instead of getting a driver.” Yoongi said standing with Jimin. 

“Why not? I thought we talked about this? Princess, I don’t want to keep chasing you. I thought we had a moment last night.” Jungkook asked. You hummed. “Then don’t. You have plenty of people to choose from thanks to your parents.” You said pettily 

Jungkook sighed loudly as he threw his head back. If he hated anything about you it was your jealousy and stubbornness. You were perfect and he even loved the chase at times but he hated your jealousy. 

Jungkook couldn’t even look at anyone else without you assuming he was interested in them. He felt as though, if you would stop and actually give him a chance, you would see that he didn’t see anyone else but you. Of course you wouldn’t know that. You never gave him a real chance. 

“I already told you, you don’t have to worry about that. I don’t care what my parents say, I choose you and only you. Come home to me. Where you belong.” Jungkook said getting irritated as if his parents didn’t already piss him off. 

“I am home. I’m just not with you.” You said nonchalantly as you looked at your nails. “I’ll come over there tomorrow or something.” Jungkook rolled his eyes as he shook his head. “You know you aren’t coming over here tomorrow. You and I both know that.” 

“I seriously cannot come back tonight. Even if I wanted to, I have to take care of something in the kingdom I don’t care for.” You said bitterly. “I'm pretty sure we are having a raid soon and I must prepare for the future of my kingdom.”  

Jungkook sighed when he heard the hurt in your voice and he hated that his mother brought that up. He knew the choices you were given and he would have done the same thing. 

“Baby…” he started, “You were a young vampiress, the weight of your kingdom should not have been on your shoulders that young. I know just like your parents know that making that type of choice was not for you to decide. You did what you thought was best. You did what you were told.” Jungkook sympathized with you, wishing he could comfort you. 

He knew this bothered you and you had enough people in your ear about it. He hated that his parents were one of them. Thankfully, most of your people have forgiven you and forgotten about it. 

Jungkook heard a little sniffle and knew you were crying. If he didn’t have to take over his kingdom, he would run off with you. He would live with you and your people. Your people would become his people, your God would become his God. That’s how much he loved you. 

“I know you have a busy day but please, let me see you tonight.” He asked. 

“I just want to sleep. Please, just let me sleep.” your voice cracked which only broke his heart and made him more determined to see you. He knows the real you. Outside of the hard exterior, you were a sweet girl. A crybaby. A feeler. You put on this persona to protect yourself from the outside world because you were made to be that way. But he knew and loved the real you. 

“You can sleep. You can do whatever you want just let me be there with you. Let me hold you, baby.” He pleaded. 

Jungkook yearned for you. He needed you more than sexually. He needed you physically, mentally and spiritually. You were his everything and he needed you more than he needed air to breathe. 

“Fine, Jungkook. I’ll let the guards know that you are coming.” You said reluctantly. 

Jungkook didn’t waste any time. He stood and ran off leaving his parents upset and confused. 

“What are we going to do with him? At this rate, Yoongi should have been king.” their father said, standing and dismissing the remaining women. 

“You were the same way. You were headstrong about marrying me. He’s a splitting image of you.” their mother laughed as she stood to her feet as well, taking her husband's hand as he led her down the steps. 

~~~~~~~~

You sit in the bath and try to relax your mind. The moment you got home, your parents bombarded you with tons of questions. Not of your whereabouts but more of your wellbeing. You bore the power of the Noblesse and they just wanted to make sure you were taking care of yourself. 

You were stronger than every other vampire. You were cut about the rest. You’ve stepped out of just a Vampiress and into Nobility.You had every power a mere Vampire had but better. You had superhuman strength, durability, stamina and physical characteristics. You had resistance to Soul Attacks.Your senses were enhanced and you had regenerative healing. You excelled in combat and manipulation. Soul manipulation, aura manipulation, memory, weather and sleep manipulation. Teleportation, Telekinesis, mind control and reading were your specialties.

To make a long story short, you were the judgement and executioner of vampires.

The one thing that was most important to your kingdom was your ability to awaken hidden powers. You knew you reigned supreme over all the other supernatural beings and it’s part of the reason why you hid your true powers. 

Jungkook and his family have no idea who you truly are. If they did, his parents would probably sing a different tune. They would show you more respect knowing your stature. 

But you kept it to yourself, wanting people to like you for you, not because of the power you possessed. 

“Baby?” Jungkook said walking into the bathroom. His cute curly mullet was outgrown and pushed behind his ears, his big brown eyes looked at you with love and adoration, his hands held themselves together as he got ready to speak. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why my parents did what they did. I don’t want anyone else. I only want you. You make my world spin round and I can’t understand why. There’s something about you that makes me crazy inside and I love it.” he continued, walking towards the tub and getting on his knees. He pulled your wet hands into his and kissed them softly. He laid the side of his face onto your hands to which you creased him gently. 

“I love you. I won’t leave your side. Ever.” He said looking into your eyes. 

Tears stained your cheeks as you tried to hold your feelings back. 

“I love you too…Jungkook.” You whispered. 

Jungkook leaned over and kissed your lips gently, hoping you could feel every piece of him. 

[eilaafterhours]

HEATED [Xavier]

Content: Smut, Misuse of Evols, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Dom/Sub Undertones, Mating Press, Xavier has a Big Dick, Penis in Vagina Sex, Breeding Kink, Coming Inside, Come Eating, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Creampie, Lactation Kink, AFAB Reader, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None (AFAB)

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You thought that the situation with the cats would stop at the ears, tail and slight change of mannerisms. However, despite this being a sudden yet common occurrence, your Evol resonated with the cat’s, and now you had a grown man in heat ready to bend you over in the streets. 

You struggled to get him home, but managed. The moment you closed the door, he dragged you into the the living room and threw you on the couch. Dropping to his knees, he shoved the skirt of your dress away, revealing the wet patch of your panties and stockings. 

“Can I? Please?” He asked as he nuzzled against your thigh, hands fumbling with his belt. 

You wanted to move to the bedroom, to give him more room to move, but seeing his dick already hard and red as pre-cum drooled from the tip. 

“Okay, sure. Lemme just—” The second you gave him consent, a quick flash of light blinded you, and your heated lower half suddenly felt a lot cooler. “Xavier—fuck!” He had already thrown your legs over his shoulder before shoving his tongue in your cunt. 

“You’re so wet. All for me…” Whispered to your glistening folds, followed by the filthy symphony of your folds conducted by his tongue.

You couldn’t hold back from singing for him. “Mmmh…fuc—ah…” 

The heated haze that clouded his mind was not indulgent. He was not eating you out as a means of foreplay, but because he needed to get you off. He needed his cum to mix with yours, be he knew that he would not last in your tight heat. 

So when you did come, he wasted no time in adjusting your position. Though, he still had enough sense to ask for your permission (despite having you on your back, with your thighs pressed against your chest). 

“Can I come inside?” He was already rubbing against your folds, quickly gathering enough of your slick to easily glide against it. “Please, Master?”

His thick tail was thumping against the edge of the couch. His cat ears were flat against his head, while his human ones were a burning red along with the rest of his face. He was pouting, and you could have sworn that the moonlight had reflected against the tears lining his waterline. 

How could you ever say no to him, when you were oh so very willing?

You beckoned him closer with a finger, “Come closer, Xavier.” Once he was in reach, you snatched him by the tie, licking the shell of his red ear before commanding him. “Please your master well, Xavier.”

He whimpered, his bucking against you, and it took everything in you to not ruin your moment and moan. That all fell apart the moment he entered, however. You understood why Xavier threw his head back and groaned—that was his heat working on him. 

You, on the other hand, did not expect the change in size. Not that you were complaining—of course not—but how could something so big slide in so easily. 

There was no rhythm or reason to the movement of his hips. He was simply racing to reach his peak. It wasn’t a far race, since he had patiently taken care of you before himself.  

The snap of his hips were pounding sloppily into when he asked, “I wanna come inside—can I? Please, Master?” 

“Ah—Are you asking to breed your master, Xavier?” Your hands found his cat ears, smirking as they fluttered between your fingertips. “Shouldn’t I, as your master, be breeding you?” His words became incoherent, but you’re sure you heard a “yes, please” in there somewhere. 

You shelved the thought for now, instead granting him mercy. 

“Fill me ‘til I’m dripping.”

Finally, with your permission, did he come. Pushing himself as deep as he could, he pressed against the spot that had you breathless. Even after you had calmed from your high, he was still coming, and coming, and coming. His body made sure to follow your command to as instructed. 

But neither of you were done yet.

Far from it. 

While partaking in your combined ambrosia, his fingers played you for more. 

“Does Master’s pussy love me?” He pulled away, then pulled your folds open, watching your cunt pulse around nothing. He groaned, diving back in. Despite him coming in you, both of you were ready for him to do it again. 

But he wanted more of your juices before he filled you to the brim again.  

Shoving three fingers into your cunt, he curled them, making sure to assault that spongy spot. You didn’t have enough time to realize what exactly he had pulled from you until his mouth had clamped back on your cunt. 

“Xavier, what the fuck—” Your eyes widen. Despite his face being dripping in your slick, his blue eyes were glazed with that heat.

He was not yet satisfied, and you were becoming more sure that you were being influenced by his heat because you weren’t either.

He didn’t even bother wiping the slick from his chin as he aligned himself, but then he paused and blinked.

“...milk…”

Another flash of light and you were completely exposed to him, your dress split in two on the floor (the stockings were staying on, however). Now, he was sitting up against the couch with you on his dick (when the hell had that happened).

One hand groped one breast while his mouth worked the other, and his hips thrusting into you. 

You were a mess,

but not as much as him.

“If you’re pregnant, you’ll have milk, won’t you, Master?” He sucked hard on your nipple, trying to pull the nonexistent milk from it. “If you get pregnant, can I drink your milk, please?”

You knew you didn’t want kids now in your life, but the way he was talking seriously had you thinking about it. 

Unconsciously, you clench around him. 

And that was your reckoning. 

There was only one thing on his mind:

Feel the heat of your cunt around his dick, let its vice grip milk him for everything he’s got and more.

One good snap of his hips had you coming, and him rambling, damn near praying to you. 

“Yes, fuck! Yes, Master! Milk me for everything! It’s all yours, everything I’ve fucken—fuck! Let me fill you—I’ll make sure my Master is filled up so good…” 

A prayer so deprived that you were sure it was one-of-a-kind.

“Can—shit—can I come in you again? Right after this? I…I wanna see how it looks. Your puffy pussy still wanting more even after I’ve got you leaking out my cum—Fuck! Fuck—Y’ll let me clean you up, right? Let me go done on you one last time?” At the end of that deprived man’s prayer, his gaze met yours.

You closed your eyes, resigned. Who were you to deny your kitten’s deepest desires.

“I want them to hear me beyond the Deepspace, Xavier.”

“Yes, Master.”

Breeding Kink with no uterus? More likely than you think!

Now that my uterus is gone, you'll probably be reading more from me from now on (not my own uterus being my ovaries fucking inhibitor LMAO (FUCK THAT UTERUS THO IT WAS TRYING TO KILL ME, THAT BITCH).

Anyway, shout out @/javacat person on Twitter for making me insane. Let's also thank my usual possession for the Master shit to come out, that shit blindsided me (a lot of this fic blindsided me tbfh).

I might try to do something with the other three but DO NOT HOLD ME TO IT.

Anyway, oh wait chile, I just realized I was supposed to quote the last thing he says in his kindled. SEE, SEE! THIS IS HOW BAD THE POSSESSION GETS. Head in fucking hands.

Edit: I'd like to thank my bestie for reminding me to add "Come Eating" tag SKSKSKSKSKSKSK

Masterlist

[thesirensims]

The Bikini Bottom Legacy

Hi Guys! Oooooo🎙️🎶🎵🎼🧜🏽‍♀️! My name is SirenSims & I have been thinking for a long while about a legacy challenge that I could create that was a bit different from the other challenges I have been seeing. So I thought about the personalities of the Spongebob Squarepants Characters, and so The Bikini Bottom Legacy was formed! There are a ton of personalities to play with in the Sims 3. So this Legacy will help you discover those and have some juicy Storylines to keep it engaging! It was hard to pick just 10 archetypes, and some of these features I’ve never used before so I’m excited to try this out! 

If you decide to do this, tag me thesirensims or bikinibottomlegacy so I can see! And feel free to let me know what you think. This is my first challenge so if there are things I could do differently/better let me know!

Important! - This Challenge is not Basegame only, if you find a way to convert it to Basegame or to the Sims 2, Please tag me! I would love to see that! Also, This Challenge is Story Driven to help it not get boring fast. So try to stick to the required storylines as needed. And please do not use the money or needs Cheats in this challenge if you can manage ( Makes it more fun IMO) <3

And without further ado, the challenge.

Generation 1 - SpongeBob Squarepants

You have a heart of gold and just want to make others happy with your Cooking! Your Family raised you to be positive, helpful & friendly (even to your detriment!). Moving into a new town you bring light, laughter, and good food. You bought a two-story tiny house for you and your feline friend (Cat with any G name you want). You made two best friends, one Grumpy and one Lazy ( Make them in CAS or find sims with those traits in town). By the time you reach level 6 or 7 seven of your Culinary Career, you feel like spreading your love by extending your family. So you adopt a kid-aged sim ( Easily Impressed & Couch Potatoe Trait required). At this point you know everyone in town & go out whenever you are invited (despite the inconvenience). You have a lot of experiences on your belt and you boast a jellyfish you caught yourself and a few different Butterfly Species you collected on days off (atleast 3 types). You end your life as a wise Chef that people can't help but love!

Traits Needed - (You can use This mod to add more traits if you want, or just choose 5. Natural cook and childish being required.) Natural Cook, Childish, Cat Person, Easily Impressed, Good, Workaholic, Neat, Lucky.

Lifetime Wish - Celebrated Five Star Chef

Career Needed - Culinary (Specifically a Dinner, not the Bistro)

Recommended Town - Any European World You like or Monte Vista.

Aesthetic Color - Yellow (Pastel, Golden, Sunshine, etc...)

Create A Sim Addons - Freckles and or Moles. Bunny or Buck Teeth (Using Sliders and Teeth CC). Blonde hair with any race of sim. Blue Eyes. Uniform for Everyday Outfit (Colored in red, white, and khaki brown). Sim's name must start with Sv or Sp (Otherwise call them a Variant of Bob or Bobbie).

Favorite Food - Burgers (Obviously LOL)

Favorite Music - Island Life

Zodiac Sign - Sagittarius

Voice Pitch - High (Male or Female)

Charity - Give up to $5,000 to charity.

Starter Money - $1,500 (After Decorating or just struggling with bare necessities)

Romance - Meet a Mermaid or Scientist and marry them.

Pet Goal - Become Best Friends with Cat.

Heir - Adopt a sims of child age.

Get up to level 4 or up to 7 in Martial arts skill.

Max the Chef Skill and Charisma Skill.

Brighten 10 Sims day.

Generation 2 - Patrick Star

You have a soft place in your heart for your parents. Especially the one that adopted you, because life was hard before you met them. You only moved out of their home after you became an adult since you were so comfy. You miss their cooking and how they accepted you for who you are. But since they passed, it's been hard to look at the walls of bright yellow memories. You move into a tiny house or apartment because you don't require a lot to live comfortably. People expect a lot from you, however, you don't have the same work ethic as your parents. You start off as a Day Spa attendant for the perks and to help others relax and have a good time. You go to clubs every weekend and get sloshed. You even have a one night-stand or three. As a hobby, you love to fish (Maybe you could do it for money one day). You just want to relax and live free. Can you survive on a reckless low-maintenance lifestyle?

Traits Needed - Couch Potatoe, Childish, Easily Impressed, Party-Animal, Slob, Absent-Minded, Heavy Sleeper or Angler.

Lifetime Wish - Master Romancer or Presenting the Perfect Private Aquarium.

Career Needed - You can either become a self-employed fisherman or Only work in Part-time Jobs (Specifically the Spa Career).

Recommended Town - Any Island or City World You Like, or Pleasant View

Aesthetic Color - Pink ( Pastel, Hot pink, Rose Gold, etc...)

Create A Sim Addons - Sim must have a few Moles and maybe even a scar. Give sim Pink Hair. Sim must have a fat or thick body type due to years of eating a lot. Beach style or Beach theme party outfit for Everyday wear. Have a piercing or two and tattoos once you become a teen/adult. Sim`s name must start with Pat (Can also be a variant of Patrick or Patricia).

Favorite Food - Tri Tip Steak

Favorite Music - Beach Party

Zodiac Sign - Aquarius

Romance - Have some one-night stands.

Heir - A baby you had because of a one night. (Must have the traits - Grumpy and Artistic)

Charity - Give up to $2,500 to charity in honor of Last Gen Founder.

Catch 3 different Types of Butterflies.

Throw at least 3 Successful Parties.

Visit Parents grave once a week to mourn.

Brighten 5 sims day.

Generation 3 - Squidward Tentacles

Your Parent was definitely not strict, but they gave you so much freedom that you ended up resenting them and the rest of the town. Their lack of attentiveness caused you to fall off a slide and break your nose, as a preteen, so you had to get it fixed. However, a mishap occurred at the plastic surgeon that made your nose a little longer than normal. You had to move to the City where people are as rude and isolated as you are. One thing that you do thank your parents for is their overbearing but consistent support of your love for Painting and music. Once settled in the new City you make one friend who is so positive you don't see them very often (On Purpose!). You also make an enemy on the first day that infuriates and intrigues you at the same time. Your Dream is to be a composer for Movies, but you`ll be happy just making a living in the arts in general. You hate Butterflies and Jellyfish cause they remind you of your Parent, but you do get a pet and name it after your Parent. (Maybe you do miss them). Hopefully, a life of semi-solitude will fulfill you and help you live your dreams.

Traits Needed - Grumpy, Loner, Artistic, Dislikes Children, Hot Headed, Snob.

Lifetime Wish - Master of Arts or Rockstar

Career Need - Hit Movie Composer or Self-Employed Artist.

Recommended Town - Any City town you want or Bridgeport.

Aesthetic Color - Irish Green (Light green, Pastel, soft green hue, etc...)

Create A Sim Addons - Give Sim a longer Nose. Allow the sim to have a grunge aesthetic with brown and green colors. Sims' hair can also be colored or highlighted a shade of green. Sim can have a nose piercing and one to two tattoos.

Favorite Food - Philly Cheesesteak

Favorite Music - Classical

Zodiac Sign - Aries

Romance - Enemies to lovers (You can have a love child or get married and have a baby accidentally)

Heir - An accidental baby (Must have traits - Frugal and Mooch)

Max any instrument skill in the slowest time possible (Reach lvl 10 as an elder!)

Reach at least Lvl 6 in Cooking skill.

Join or start a band and host at least 1 SUCCESFUL performance (Getting over 100-300 Simoleans in tips)

Heckle at least 5 different sims.

Generation 4 - Eugene H. Krabs

Even though your Parent did not plan for you, you still had an okay childhood. To make up for the distant Parenting you grew an attachment to the idea of Financial stability. Your parent loved their dream more than providing for the family. You plan to never make that mistake! You are brilliant at selling things and decided to move to an island. This was a strategic move to sell more modern things to natives who live in older comfort. You have a love for food like your grandparents that caused you to sell muffins and lemonade in your childhood. Now as an adult, you are considering being either a Restauranteer or Hotel Mogul. You will use anyone for a quick buck, causing you to sell out your best childhood friend, making them a lifelong nemesis. Despite your success, you feel lonely and have love hidden in your heart that you want to share. So you adopt a girl toddler that looks nothing like you. You shower her with love and even a bit of your money (Through kicking and screaming!). At the apex of your career and wealth, you feel a hole in your heart only a warm body could fill. You meet a sim that makes you feel romantic and alive, you spend some time wooing them. And although it didn't work out, you can look back on your life and say you loved every bit of it.

Traits Needed - Born Salesman, Frugal, Mooch, Ambitious, Natural Cook, Lucky

Lifetime Wish - Swimming in Cash or Resort Empire

Career Need - Self-Employed Resort Owner, or Own The Bistro & Diner

Recommended Town - Any Island World you Like or Isla Paradiso

Aesthetic Color - Green

Create A Sim Addons - Sim has a pudge due to eating well when they made meals. Sim must dye their hair red by Young Adulthood. Sim must wear a suit with blue colors.

Favorite Food - Waffles

Favorite Music - Electronica

Zodiac Sign - Libra

Romance - Fall for someone Older ( One Life State Above Yours - Adult or Elder)

Heir - An adopted Toddler (Must have Traits - Snob & Dramatic)

Mooch over 100 Simoleans from one sim.

Reach Cooking lvl 10.

Only shop with Coupons.

Never buy anything over 300 Simoleans.

Generation 5 - Pearl Krabs

You loved your childhood and your Single parent. You love the life that you were afforded and you have no desire to give it up. You are a bit of a brat, but that's only because you're a star (Obviously). You plan to make it big in the movies and keep up the family legacy by keeping up the money. So of course you move back to the city of dreams your grandparents used to live in. However, that might be hard considering your eclectic taste in decore and cars. Hopefully, a high-paying profession will make up for your purchases. Despite your Big Features, you`re attractive to most sims around, and you take advantage of this by starting an affair with a wealthy celeb. Hey don't judge, we only mess with sims that impress us. Maybe we will settle down with that same sim one day, or maybe another (😉). During your 7th year as an actress (Level 7), you remember your Parent and what they did for you. So in a moment of passion, you adopted a smart kid and funded their dreams the way your Parent did for you.

Traits Needed - Snob, Dramatic, Schmoozer, Star Quality, Irresistible, Great Kisser

Lifetime Wish - Lifestyle of The Rich & Famous or Superstar Actor

Career Need - Actor or Socialite (Find Socialite Career Here)

Recommended Town - Any City World you Like or Anne Arbor

Aesthetic Color - Hot Pink

Create A Sim Addons - Sim must have Blonde hair despite race. Sim must have some big features and a shapely body type. Must wear Girly pink dresses. Sim must have blue eyes and bangs.

Favorite Food - Lobster Thermidor

Favorite Music - Pop

Zodiac Sign - Leo

Romance - Have an Affair with Married Celebrity. Marry a Celebrity (It can be the one you had an affair with if you like)

Heir - Adopt a child sim. (Must have Traits - Genius & Computer Whiz)

Befriend at least 4 Celebrity sims.

Have one Scandal.

Dance on table at the Club at least once.

Generation 6 - Sandy Cheeks

You love your Mother for how she supported your dreams. It gave you a leg up in school and allowed you to have some fun while studying in University, You have a logical yet fun spirit that leads you to make the world better using science. You have the spirit of your great-greatx2 grandparent. This pushes you to help others and make advances to make others' lives easier. You have a love of your body that was shared with your mom. However, you take to a different place by learning Martial arts. You gain a high level in that skill during a trip to China. China is where you also find the love of your life (another martial artist) and bring them home with you after a small wedding ceremony in their community. As you advance in your Career as a scientist, you feel further fulfilled by teaching sims martial arts on the side. You cap off your life (aka level 7 of the science career) by making your own offspring. You have a plant-sim baby. This decision will change the lives of others down the line. Was this unnatural child a mistake?

Traits Needed - Handy, Eccentric, Disciplined, Genius, Computer Whiz, Green Thumb

Lifetime Wish - Scientific Specialist or Martial Arts Master

Career Need - Science

Recommended Town - Any Town World or Riverview

Aesthetic Color - Lilac

Create A Sim Addons - Sim must have light brown hair. Light brown eyes. Sim should have buck teeth (which can be simulated using sliders and bunny teeth cc). Sim if a woman must be slim thicc (Small waist, medium boobs, big butt). Sim can wear glasses if you want to show their intelligence that way.

Favorite Food - Grilled Cheese

Favorite Music - Geek Rock

Zodiac Sign - Virgo

Romance - A martial artist from China ( Have a whirlwind romance that ends in marriage before the trip ends).

Heir - Plant-Sim (Must have traits - Evil & Bot Fan)

Max the science skill.

Make your Imaginary friend real.

Have a collection of animals. (Turtles, and other small pets)

Max the Martial Arts Skill.

Max the Yoga & Meditation Skill (Here is the Yoga Mod)

Generation 7 - Sheldon J. Plankton

You lived in a level of solitude, as your hero parents were not into your brand of social interaction (Klepto and Mean Spirited behavior). Even though you were pretty smart, you still felt the need to take things that weren`t yours. Despite all of this, you somehow managed to be a scientific prodigy like your mom. You had a childhood friend that you had a bad betrayal from, and that sim became your nemesis for life. This betrayal made it hard for you to make friends. You decided to go to University online to hone your skills. After you graduate, you leave home and find a new job to reinvent yourself. So you join the Criminal career so you can become The Emperor of Evil. There's always been an emptiness in your soul that you fill with machines so you won't be alone. In the end, you live life with a robot who loves you and start a makeshift family from that union.

Traits Needed - Kleptomaniac, Evil, Computer Whiz, Eccentric, Bot Fan

Lifetime Wish - Emperor of Evil or More Than A Machine

Career Need - Criminal

Recommended Town -Any Country Town or Lunar Lakes ( You do not have to move for this gen)

Aesthetic Color - Green

Create A Sim Addons - Sim must keep a lean or skinny physique. You can use plant-sim skin and detail replacements. This sim can wear glasses if you like. Sim can wear shades of grey with either a suit or overalls (You decide their aesthetic)

Favorite Food - Hamburger

Favorite Music - Digitunes

Zodiac Sign - Cancer

Romance - Fall in Love with the Sim Bot you plan to make Sentient. ( Call simbot Karen)

Heir - Baby you had with Karen. (Must have Traits - Neurotic & Handy)

Steal candy from a baby.

Burn down a home.

Steal from at least 2 Homes.

Build the Perfect Simbot.

Generation 8 - Mrs. Puff

Growing up with an Evil parent and a stressed robotic mom didn't help the anxiety you were born with. You always had the uncomfortable feeling that something was going wrong. You helped yourself destress with food, which made you gain a plumb physique. To help you pass the time you gained an obsession with cars. Your evil parent was a mechanical genius and you learned to drive at a young age. You even knew how to fix vehicles as well. However, above all else, you have a knack for home decor and design. you became used to homes as you stayed inside often as a kid to avoid danger. It was your dream to become an interior designer. You find love unexpectedly with a younger wealthy sim. You have a love child by that sim. That boy was born brave and took care of you until you found inner strength.

Traits Needed - Neurotic, Unstable, Hopeless Romantic, Vehicle Enthusiastic, Handy, Frugal.

Lifetime Wish - Home Design Hotshot

Career Need - Interior Designer

Recommended Town - Any Comfy World You Like or Strawberry Acres (you do not have to move for this gen)

Aesthetic Color - Aqua

Create A Sim Addons - Sim must have a bigger body type (Not fit). Sim must have Platinum blonde Hair despite race. Sim must have Hazel eyes. Sim can wear an academia-style outfit with red blue and white color patterns.

Favorite Food - Cobbler

Favorite Music - Soul

Zodiac Sign - Capricorn

Romance - Get into a Relationship with a Wealthy Sim (Get pregnant from this relationship)

Heir - Baby Boy (Must have Traits - Brave & Loves to Swim)

Max the Handiness Skill.

Freak out on at least 2 Sims.

Build one Car.

Own 3 Cars apart from the one you built.

Make all appliances in your home unbreakable.

Generation 9 - Larry The Lobster

You didn't have much of a childhood, since you spent most of your time protecting your worrying Mother. You were a nice kid who never made friends until you were a young adult. You are all about helping people with their fitness and helping them have safe fun at the beach. So your best path was becoming a lifeguard. One day you get abducted by an alien (Do you become pregnant? Do you keep it?). This experience causes you to take life more seriously and makes you want to protect people even more. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alternate Option; Instead of Alien pregnancy and a possible love story. You can find love with a mermaid sim.

Traits Needed - Athletic, Brave, Loves to Swim, Daredevil, Charisma, Good

Lifetime Wish - Perfect Mind/ Perfect Body or Seaside Savior

Career Need - Lifeguard

Recommended Town - Any Beach / Island World or Sunlit Tides

Aesthetic Color - Red

Create A Sim Addons - Sim must have Red hair and Green eyes. Sim must have an athletic build. Sim can have freckles. Sim can have a Scar or two. Sim must have Beach type of Attire for every day wear (For males an open shirt, for girls a crocheted top)

Favorite Food - Stu Surprise

Favorite Music - Hip Hop

Zodiac Sign - Scorpio

Romance - Fall in love with Alien or Mer Sim. (Have a half-alien or mermaid sim baby)

Heir - A Female Occult Sim (Preferably a mermaid, but it can be alien too). (Must have Traits - Adventurous and Shy)

Save at least 10 Sims (5 if you're trying to speed up the Challenge)

Break up with 2 Sims before Settling Down.

Host 3 Epic Parties. (Can be any type of Party)

Generation 10 - Princess Mindy

You grew up in a warm and loving home with a great father who believed in you and protected you. He emboldened you to follow your dreams. Now you want to travel the world and document it with your trusty camera. You have always loved taking pictures and having new experiences, even though you are shy. You want to break out of your shell and become a brave explorer. You are also a good person who always gains bravery from being able to help people. Maybe you will find love during your adventures. And if not who cares!! You`re In love with The Journey Anyway!

Traits Needed - Adventurous, Lucky, Photographer`s Eye, Shy, Good

Lifetime Wish - Seasoned Traveler or Grand Explorer

Career Need - Self Employed Photographer or Monarch (Find Monarch Career Mod Here)

Recommended Town - Any World you Like or Sunset Valley

Aesthetic Color - Turquoise

Create A Sim Addons - Sim must wear glasses. Sim must have Short Black hair. Sim can wear a girly top and a long jeans skirt.

Favorite Food - Kelp

Favorite Music - Island Life

Zodiac Sign - Pisces

Romance - Do whatever feels right to Finish your story!

Max the Photography Skill.

Collect 3 Butterflies (2 must be RARE)

Befriend 1 rich Sim.

Reach at least to lvl 6 or 7 of Model Skill.

[beautifulfuckup99]

A Yoongi smut where he is very cold and rude but head over heels for her

Im getting addicted to your stories btw🥹

OMG, thank you so much! Love ya!

Title: Only for you

Warning(s): Classic "Black cat/Golden Retriever" Energy, Curs!ng, D!rty Talk, Bathroom S!x, Creamp!e, Oral, and Fluff

Author's Note: "Hates everyone but you" trope is my absolute FAV! Hope you enjoy, and also this is a "Non-Idol!AU"!

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"No."

"Yoongi-"

"No. No!"

"Baby, please! It's just-"

"No, no, no! Nope! Nah! No!"

You sigh deeply and move to straddle your boyfriend's lap as he shakes his head continuously. "Y/N. Don't." He warns and you smirk at him, knowing you'd get your way eventually. It was cute how he always tried to 'put his foot down' though.

"Baby... Focus on the set." You say calmly as you place his hands on your new lingerie set you'd gone out to buy just today. You knew you'd need the big guns for tonight. Black silk barely covered your body that was freshly washed, shaved, and lathered in vanilla lotion.

"Y/N, that's not fair!" He argues as he grips the fabric of your boy shorts in his hands.

"It's a night out, to a nice lounge, to celebrate my co-worker's birthday." You justify. Yoongi had no real desire to always go out and party. If he was forced into it, he'd have to get drunk. That's how he became more sociable and friendly. But other than that, he didn't have the patience for a night out. Or a day out. Or... Well, if it involved other people, let's just say Yoongi wasn't interested.

You knew getting him out would be hard. Especially right now. He couldn't drink thanks to his pain medication the doctors just put him on due to the cold air hurting his prier shoulder injury. You knew tonight, he'd have no real vice to hold on to. Besides you, that is.

"Can't we just... Wish her happy birthday over the phone? I mean, YOU don't even like her!" Yoongi mutters and you snort, moving to kiss along your boyfriend's neck.

"Y/N... I'm serious..." He grumbles as you lay him back, smiling at him innocently. "Don't 'sex brain' me. I'm not going." He says flatly and you hum as you kiss down his body slowly.

"Sex brain?! I'd do..." *kiss* "No..." *kiss* "Such..." *kiss* "Thing..." You mutter between kisses as you get to the waistband of his sweats.

"It's all cold out there, and the snow is mushy, and the lounge is gonna be packed, and I don't even li... Like... Oh..." Yoongi breathes out as you start to softly kiss the outline of his dick through his sweatpants.

"Go ahead, baby. You can complain..." You whisper patiently before rubbing the slowly swelling outline.

"Fuck..." He breathes out and groans. "Y/N, that's not... Fair." He huffs as you slowly pull out his cock and kiss the tip sweetly, as if greeting the thick member. It was your best friend after all...

"We'll give it a few hours, and then we'll say our goodbyes and head out." You say gently as you stroke your hand slowly up and down his shaft.

"I hate your coworkers..." He groans and you smirk at that. Yoongi wasn't judgmental by any means. But your fellow coworkers... They really didn't like his style, or his job, or his opinions and viewpoints... Actually, they didn't like Yoongi in general. You two really were from different worlds and you knew the world you came from was full of stuck-up rich people who only ever saw Yoongi for where he came from.

"Just think about it like this..." You begin before softly licking up his cock, watching the tip twitch. "You get to see that new red dress on me tonight, if you just agree to come." You mumble before swirling your tongue along the tip as he moans.

"Fuck, Y/N..." He moans as his hips buck up slightly, trying to feel your mouth more. It makes you moan around his tip, which in turn, makes him gasp happily. "O-Ok, ok. Just... Suck my cock, baby..." He pants, needing this. You smile and move your hand upwards along his cock, doing a twisting motion.

"And you'll try and be nice...?" You taunt, watching in amusement as he nods fast.

"Ye... Yes!" He pants hotly, hand moving to grip your hair. You smirk and get right to work...

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"You said you'd be nice." You hiss in Yoongi's ear. He grumbles a bit in response, and you snort at the sound. "I agreed to try." He corrects in your ear, and you snicker before going back to the conversation the table was having about this week and the bad weather.

"What are you two whispering about over there?" A male coworker jokingly asks.

"Oh, you know Y/N is Yoongi's little mouthpiece." Another jokes and Yoongi stares them down till they stop their laughing. You facepalm slightly. He always had this dark, icy glare. Like a shark...

"So, uh... Yoongi," Another coworker speaks up, eyeing his leather jacket with a fake smile on her face as if she wasn't judging his outfit right now. "How's your little... Business going?" She asks with a soft laugh. Yoongi scrunches his nose at the question, eyeing her in an annoyed fashion.

"Oh, things are going great! Just had a deal close the other day, he's doing great things." You say fast in order to clear up the tension before Yoongi really comes out of his mouth with an attitude. You were actually surprised he hasn't already.

"God, do you ever talk?" Another coworker tries joking and Yoongi finally speaks up.

"Do you ever shut up? You should try it sometime, maybe it'll help lessen my headache." He says bluntly and then fake laughs. You cover your mouth as to not laugh at the shocked look on your coworker's face.

"Please, excuse us!" You say fast and get up, grabbing Yoongi and dragging him off with you. You lead him towards the bathroom and playfully hit his arm.

"I said be nice!" You say and he hums as he eyes you.

"You said try." He defends and you rub your face tiredly before you feel your boyfriend pull you into his arms. You playfully grumble and let him kiss the side of your face and down your neck lightly.

"You're such a pain..." You mutter and pull back to eye your boyfriend. He looked absolutely delicious tonight. "How the hell can I get you to behave?" You whisper and he eyes you with a smirk playing on his lips.

"I can make a suggestion..." He says and you hum.

"Reading your mind as we speak..." You tease and pull at his arm, dragging him off to the ladies bathroom.

The second you realize the coast is clear, Yoongi's already grabbing you and pulling you to the sinks. You laugh at his eagerness. "No way you're still horny..." You mutter against his lips as he kisses you hungrily.

"Blame it on this fucking dress." He grumbles and you snicker proudly, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"We're gonna have to hurry. Can't keep 'em waiting forever." You whisper.

"Fuck them..." Yoongi mutters with a snort before focusing on your neck. You shut your eyes and hum in enjoyment till you feel him bite your neck.

"Yoongi! No hickeys!" You pant.

"What? Don't want them knowing what we snuck off to do? Hm? Too bad. I want all those stuck-up assholes to know their fancy titles and big watches mean shit. Because you'd still rather fuck me." He smirks and his proud smirk makes you laugh.

"Oh? Makes you feel like you won the big dick having contest?" You joke and he presses against you.

"I don't know. You tell me..." He whispers cockily and you playfully mush his face.

"Don't talk my ear off. Hurry up." You giggle and grab the back of his neck to pull his lips to yours, kissing him deeply and passionately. He kisses back with the same heat. His hands reach under your dress for your underwear, and you shiver at the coldness of his hands.

"Wanna warm them up?" He whispers against your lips before sliding his fingers along your inner thighs.

"Fuck..." You gasp softly and your head goes back against the mirror as he slides two fingers between your folds. "Mm... Yoongi..." You gasp and he bites your collarbone as he strokes your clit.

"Please. I need it..." You pant out as if suffocated by your own desire. He pulls his fingers away and sucks them clean, much to your bashful delight. You're quick to undo his belt and the second his cock is free; your legs are spreading.

"Ha. I've trained you well..." He jokes and kisses you deeply as your legs tug him by the hips so he can slide into you already. "Fucking eager..." He taunts and slides into you. "Fuck. You were made for me..." He groans happily and you lean back to look at him with soft eyes.

"How romantic..." You tease as he bottoms out inside of you. You moan as your head rolls back.

"So fucking pretty." He whispers as he watches you closely. You grab his face.

"You can be romantic with me after you finish fucking me." You pant as you grab him in need. You core felt on fire.

"Yes, ma'am..." He whispers and gives in to you. He fucks you a bit faster as you yank off his leather jacket to feel more of him. His hands grip your hips tight to hold you in place and your hands grip the sides of the sink so you can hold your legs open. His hands go to the back of your knees to hold your legs up and wide apart.

"Yes! Oh fuck!" You moan out as your head presses against the mirror more.

"Why so loud? Because no one can hear you." He taunts in your ear, and you shiver at the thought.

"Give me more. Please..." You pant. You never knew what you were begging for exactly, but Yoongi somehow gave you what you needed every time. He angels his hips to find your spot as his thumb goes to your clit. "Baby!" You cry out as you grip his arms, always careful of holding him and he was always grateful of that...

He kisses you sloppily and pumps in and out of you, enjoying your own private world for a moment until there's a knock on the bathroom door. You're quick to cover Yoongi's mouth.

"Y-Yes?" You call as calmly as you can.

"Y/N? That you?" One of your male co-workers, Timothy, asks, and Yoongi laughs from behind your hand. You give him a look to stay quiet.

"Y-Yup. Yeah, it's me." You shakily call out cause Yoongi has decided now is a great time to slowly bottom out inside of you, so you feel every inch of him...

Your eyes roll back slightly at the pressure and the feel of his tip pressed firmly against your sweet spot.

"Are you okay in there? Did your little boy toy leave? We're sorry if we made you two fight." Tim says in an innocent tone that you and Yoongi knew wasn't so innocent. You knew Tim had a little workplace crush on you, but you were sure that always talking and showing off Yoongi would one day snap him out of whatever he thought was gonna happen between you two. But there was no realization coming from him anytime soon.

"Oh, no, we're-" You're stopped from your sentence by Yoongi sliding out and the hitting your sweet spot with the right amount of force.

"Perfect!" You call out in pure pleasure before swatting at his arm.

"Are you sure you're okay in there, Y/N?" Tim asks as Yoongi moves to your ear while fucking you hard and fast.

"Yeah, are you okay in here, Y/N?" He whispers in your ear, and you can barely focus on anything other than the bundle of heat in your stomach about to burst.

"Y-Ye... Yes..." You hiss out as you look Yoongi in the eyes with a 'I'm gonna kill you after this' look. It makes him smirk happily.

"Y/N?" Tim asks from the locked bathroom door as Yoongi kisses you hotly.

"Don't stop..." You whine quietly against his lips as he starts rubbing your clit.

"Cum, baby. Cum on my cock..." He nods fast and you tune out Tim effortlessly as you feel it coming.

"Yes!" You gasp and move closer to Yoongi, biting down on the cork of his neck as you cum.

"Fuck..." Yoongi moans quietly and holds you down on your cock so you're milking him. "That's a good girl..." He praises as you moan happily when you feel him fill you up. You grab him and kiss you as Tim starts knocking on the bathroom door relentlessly.

"Ugh. Stay here. I'll get rid of him and then you walk out." You whisper and Yoongi nods, pulling out of you. You wait for the shakiness to pass and, when you can feel your legs again, you get up and fix yourself before walking over to the door. You open it and poke your head out.

"Oh! You're okay. Thank god, cause I was so worried-" Tim is cut off by Yoongi walking over behind you, which makes you facepalm.

"Tim?" Yoongi asks as he makes it obvious that he's now fixing his belt on his pants.

"Uh... Yeah, man?" Tim asks, eyeing you both now wirily.

"You wanna fuck off?" Yoongi asks bluntly with the same casual expression on his face. You keep your face covered, not even wanting to look up at Tim.

"Uh... Yeah, yup, let me... Go back to the table." Tim mutters, a bitter look on his face before he storms off. You snort and turn to Yoongi, swatting at his chest.

"Would it kill you to be nice?" You ask and he pauses as if thinking.

"Mm... It just might. And then what would you do without me?" He plays along with the same smile that's only meant for you. You blush and nudge him lightly.

"Let's go. Before you fight someone else." You chuckle and grab his hand, pulling him off towards the table to get your stuff and run off back home.