#but when a girl gently lets down her best friend she's suddenly a bitch????

[xhanisai]

ML fandom when Marinette/Ladybug calls Chat Noir by cute nicknames and gets angry and upset when he's hurt and when she laughs at his jokes: *silence* ML fandom when Marinette/Ladybug doesn't reciprocate Chat Noir's romantic feelings in the beginning: SHE IS A HORRIBLE PERSON!!!! SHE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT HIM!!! SCREEEEEEEE!!!!!

[pablitogavii]

Best friend's little sister Pt. 5

Ever since they found me bruised in that corner, neither Pedri nor Pablo could let it go. I begged them to forget about Jacobo, to let him leave my life and not cause any more problems. They both promised to do as I asked but I should have known better than to trust them on it!!!

"Son of a bitch is going to be there!!!" Pedri said checking the schedule and Pablo nodded as they both were set on teaching him a lesson he won't forget.

After school, I went to Pablo's apartment watching him get ready for some "Barça event" that suddenly happened but nobody mentioned before. I was curious but trusted him to tell me the truth.

"Is Pedri less angry about what happened???" I asked and Pablo said he's slowly moving on from it. I was glad to hear it just wanting this whole thing to be over.

I stood up from the bed walking to his closet and snaking my arms around his torso from the back holding him tightly. I kissed his strong muscular back teasingly thinking of a perfect way to make him stay with me tonight...

"And you amor???" I say seeing his jaw clenching

"I would feel much better if you let me punch his stupid face for good!!!" he said and I shook my head in response.

"Aii amor he's not worth it..." I say nuzzling my face into Pablo's back as he sighed. I knew the only reason he wasn't doing as he said is because of me and it made me proud.

"Hmm can't you stay with me??? I already told Pedri I'm sleeping over at Masa's???" I say feeling his strong arms reach for me and pull me in front of him as he raised my chin gently inspecting my wound which was healing well.

"Stay here and wait for me pequeñita...I won't stay long I promise you and we can cuddle all night, vale???" he said leaning down and kissing my lips passionately making me wish he didn't have to leave at all...I really craved some intimacy after such a long time.

"Hm bueno...then I'm gonna go sleep...naked...all alone...in your big bed papiiiiiii" I smirked taking off my clothes one at the time and jumping onto his bed as he watched a show meant only for his eyes.

"Aiii que haces conmigo!!!" he followed after me as I cuddled up underneath the comforter leaning in to kiss him passionately.

"You know what happens when you are mi nena mala, no???" Pablo smirked and I recalled very well my last punishment...hm it was such a craving. I nodded pouting and he kissed my lips, nose and then forehead.

"I'll see you soon cielo. Be good!!!" he said and I wished him a good night as he left to meet Pedri int he car downstairs.

It was barely an hour when my phone rang and I smiled thinking it Pablo already "missing me "and telling me he's coming home but it was actually Masa.

"Hey girl what's up???" I said getting up thinking it's a new gossip she has to tell me but her voice was very much concerned.

"You are gonna wanna come here asap girl! Pablo and Pedri are kicking Jacobo's ass!!!" she was definitely drunk and I heard people cheering in the background. I froze once I comprehended what she had just said...Pablo and Pedri are WHATTT!!!???

"Where are you!!!???" I was already up wearing my old shorts and Pablo's oversized t-shirt before calling a cab to take me to some home party she mentioned. Luckily it wasn't far and I was there fast. The place was swarming with crowd screaming and chanting all around as I tried to push past them. Then cop sirens were blasting and everyone started to run pushing me all around until I finally landed in the pair of familiar arms.

"Cielo? What are you doing here??????" Pablo said holding me against himself so nobody can hit me as they ran and then Pedri joined us as well with a bruised lip. Just great!!!

"What are you two idiots doing!!!??? Estan locos!!!???" I was yelling angrily but they grabbed my arms pulling me towards the car as we drove off before getting into serious trouble.

"How did you know where we were!!!??? Did you talk to him again!? I told you not to and to call me if he tries to get close to you again!!!" Pedri said angrily but I was just as pissed off.

"A friend told me!!! And I told you NOT to do anything stupid like this and you promised!!! Both of you are just a bunch of liars!!!" you said giving Pablo an angry look as he sighed feeling his bruised lip as well.

"Now he'll know better than to hurt my only hermanita" Pedri said driving us all to the house and telling Pablo he can just sleep over since it was late.

I was very much angry at both of them...but especially at Pablo who knew Jacobo had the picture and now has all the reasons in the world to plaster it everywhere!

I was silent the rest of the ride and when we got home I just walked to my room without a single word. "She'll get over it, hermano. Let's eat something" Pedri said as Pablo watched me walk upstairs knowing that he has some making up to do tonight.

Pablo excused himself to use "a bathroom" as he went into my room seeing me laying there in bed on my phone still in his oversized shirt. He smirked laying behind me but I gave him no attention what so ever!!! He's gonna have to work for it!!!

"Hmm is mi nena angry with me huh??? You look so good in my shirts nena...so delicious" he kissed my shoulder as his hand pulled me back and cuddled into me.

"Pablo!!!" he heard Pedri calling sighing in annoyance before leaning in and kissing my cheek.

"I'll make it all up to you later, cielo..." he said before leaving but I didn't answer anything.

A few hours later when everyone finally went to bed, Pablo snuck into my room locking the door behind and laying in bed behind me. I was still awake but pretended to sleep but he could see right through it.

His hand slowly went underneath my/his t-shirt resting on my stomach and slowly moving upwards until he was cupping my breast making me moan.

"Hmm stop ignoring me pequeñita...you know I can make you talk" he said cockily as his other hand grazed my thighs sending shivers all over my body.

I tried pulling away but having his hands on me felt so good..and I craved it for so long. I opened my eyes and he turned me around to look at him.

"Please talk to me..." he said caressing my cheek and I sighed nodding my head.

"So now you're lying to me too???" I said really tired of all these lies I have to deal with. At least Pablo and I were always honest with each other.

"I'm sorry cielo...but you would never agree" he said tucking a strand behind my ear gently.

"Of course I wouldn't agree!!! He has a picture of us that he can show to my brother and everyone!!! Now he has all the reason in the world to do that!!!" I said and he smiled shaking his head and kissing my lips.

"You think that's funny!!!??? What do you think Pedri will do if he..." but you couldn't finish as he was shutting you up with his lips holding your face in his his hands.

"He doesn't have that picture anymore, cielo...I paid him a visit a few days ago and he deleted it in front of my eyes" Pablo said and I was confused why would he do that.

""Let's just say people love money too much to refuse it" Pablo explained and I sighed at least glad it was only Vini we needed to worry about now.

"And what about Vini...that won't work on him" I said but he was done talking pulling me close and devouring my lips passionately. I relaxed into his touch as we made out for hours until both fell asleep in each others arms.

A few days later, we all went to Ibiza. Everything was quite for the whole summer vacay...no sound of Vini and we enjoyed our Ibiza to it's fullest. Pedri even allowed Masa to come with us and it was a blast.

masa.babyy

Ibiza

My soul sister @y.n.gonzalez 💗💗💗

comentarios:

y.n.gonzales: i love you💗💗💗

pedrifanss: are they all together in Ibiza???

gonzalezfam: yes. pedri, gavi, and the two of them!!!

gaviragirls: omg she and gavi are together!!!

pedri.gavi.girl: her brother is there too HAHAHA

y.n.gavi.fanss: i don't care but they're end game😍😍😍

"I don't know girl but people say you're end game" Masa teased while we were sun tanning and I stole a glance from Gavi in the hot tub smirking at me.

"Are you joining us tonight hermano???" Pedri said but Gavi completely forgot what they were talking about...all he could think about is you in this small bathing suit...your wet hair...and that smile when you looked at him.

"Nahh I'm not in the mood" Pablo said that being the fifth time he refused to go out with the boys to clubs filled to the brim with half naked model looking girls...obviously it was odd to everyone.

"He must be back with that Sevilla girl" Balde said

"I was never with her, chick is toxic." Pablo said knowing they won't just let this go " But sure I have someone, vale!!!???" he said getting up and walking to grab a beer.

"I respect that!!! Besides we all know how girls here are" Pedri said and Pablo smiled hoping when he tells the truth his friend will remember this moment.

"I don't mind it at all" Balde joked and all the boys laughed.

When they left, Pablo knocked on my door excusing himself when he saw me and Masa laying there talking.

"It's all good...anything for my end game couple" she teased passing Pablo while I threw a pillow at her that he caught.

"What's she going on about huh???" he said sitting down and I straddled his lap kissing his lips while laying with his hair.

"People commented on her post that we're end game..." I explained and Pablo smirked nodding his head and pulling me closer...I could already feel him hard underneath his swim trunks.

"I want to take you somewhere..." he whispered into the kiss and I smiled nodding my head not even asking what he had in mind...if it was with Pablo I would go anywhere.

"Make sure you have something warm" he said and I pulled on the hoodie he currently had on which made him chuckle and take it off only to put it over my body.

"Perfecta! Vamos amor" he said and we left telling Masa that we won't be back until morning. She nodded wishing us a "fun night".

"Are we going on a boat???" I ask and he smiled nodding his head as we both jumped on and he took us to a secluded beach filled with beautiful lanters.

"Oh my god Pablo...it's so beautiful" I say looking around while holding myself on the boat feeling his arms wrap around me and pull me against him protectively.

"I told you to be careful..." he whispered and I smiled holding his hands on my stomach as we arrived to the beach and he helped me out. He took a small blanket and a bag from the boat.

"What is that amor???" I ask and he placed the blanket down showing me champagne, and some snacks inside the bag. I smiled wide at the little surprise.

"It's a real date for mi pequeñita...and I want it to be perfect" he said and I kissed him lovingly as we both laid down in each others arms. We drank a glass of champagne, enjoyed a sunset and looking at each other we both wanted the same thing. He pulled me on top of him as he laid down and we started to kiss and discard each other's clothes.

"Aahh P..Pablo..." I moaned into his ear feeling him stretching me out while his hot lips grazed my skin.

"Tan buena pequeñita...y...toda mia!!!" he growled the last part marking up my neck while moving faster sending both of us closer to our long awaited high.

"A..Ahh please never let me go again" I whimper feeling my body contracting around him as my high washed over me sending my mind into oblivion.

"Never again...mi cielo" he groaned finishing as well as we both laid there in each others arms holding each other tightly and enjoying the moment together.

"Y/n...I know we've been through a lot...and many would disagree with what we are...but I love you pequeñita...I really do" those words echoed in my head as I smiled never being happier than now.

" love you too Pablo..." you say feeling his grip tighten as he kissed the top of your head and then raised your chin to kiss your lips. Everything in that moment was perfect...if only it could of lasted forever.

[rollingsins]

all hers, part iv

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v | part vi | part vii | part viii | part ix | part x | part xi | part xii | part xiii | part xiv | part xv | part xvi | part xvii | part xviii | part xix | part xx | part xxi | part xxii | part xxiii | part xxiv | part xxv | part xxvi | epilogue

summary: when someone touches you inappropriately at a party, Ghostface!Tara remerges.

warnings: dark themes, murder, non-consensual kissing/groping of reader (not by Tara, from another character) - if this is triggering for you, please skip this chapter.

word count: 2.7k

a/n: this part is a little bit of a break from the smut, more hurt/comfort, but don’t worry, the smut will be back for the next chapter. Let me know your thoughts and what you would like to see next.

It was the same every weekend: Amber, Tara’s best friend, would wait until her Dad left town, then phone up half the school for a Saturday night rager. Tara took you every weekend. It was the only real time the two of you would jump out of your love bubble, besides when you were in school. It was kind of nice to get out, get drunk and have a dance. 

The only downside? Having to hang out with Tara’s friends. 

Mindy and Wes were okay, but Chad was a fuckboy, Liv was a drama queen and Amber was a straight up bitch. You weren’t really sure why Tara was still friends with any of them, considering how little they all had in common. When you’d asked, Tara had just shrugged and said they’d been friends forever, since elementary school. So you put up with them for her, swallow your distaste for them with a red cup full of beer. At least the beer was free. 

You almost spill it over yourself as you lean over the couch, placing Tara’s cup on the table next to her. You drink out of your own cup, settle down onto the couch next to her. The party is in full swing, but as usual Tara and her friends claim the living room, passing around a half-lit joint as they talk amongst themselves. 

Tara leans into you. Presses a kiss to your cheeks. 

“You look so hot in that new skirt, baby.” She murmurs into your ear. You smile, press a quick kiss to her lips. She’d taken you shopping that afternoon, and the moment she’d seen it on you she’d insisted on buying it. Her fingers skim across your thighs under the material, rub the soft skin there. 

“Thanks, babe.” You say. She reaches for you, grabs you gently by the waist, trying to tug you into her lap. You shift your weight onto her, wrap your arms around her neck and kiss her, deep. 

The sound of Amber tutting breaks you apart. 

“You two are nauseating.” She sneers, “Can’t you go five minutes without being on top of each other?” 

“I think they’re sweet.” Liv coos from the other side of the room. She’s draped over Chad, her boyfriend, who’s mostly ignoring her in favor of watching sports on his phone. “I wish Chad wanted me on his lap all the time.” 

“You’re too heavy.” Chad says, mindlessly. Liv smacks him.

“You’re just jealous no one wants you in their lap, Amber.” Tara says. She rubs her hands over the tops of your thighs, skimming your underwear, not bothering to hide it. 

Amber rolls her eyes. 

“Please. I could pull half of this room. Guys and girls alike.” 

You raise an eyebrow. 

“Go on then.” You challenge. You scan the room quickly. Point out a broad shouldered jock. “What about him?” 

She grimaces. “Too dumb.” 

Your eyes fall on a slim blonde girl, you point her out. 

“Too skinny.” 

“Wes is single.” Mindy pipes up. Chad sniggers. 

“Ew. Too dorky.” 

Amber looks at you, suddenly. Her eyes narrow as she drops her beer to the table. She stands, moves in close so she’s hovering over you. 

“Maybe I’ll just take you.” She says, voice low. Smirk on her lips, “See what all the fuss is about. Figure out why Tara’s so obsessed with you.” 

You feel Tara’s hands tighten around your waist. 

“Why don’t you try and see what happens?” Tara says. Her eyes are hard, voice serious. Mindy and Wes stare. Even Chad looks up from his phone. Amber smiles. 

“Down girl.” She laughs. She backs away, picks up her drink, “She’s not my type anyway. I don’t do good girls.” 

Tara’s still rigid against you as Amber wanders off, no doubt to harass some poor freshman into doing another beer run. You lean back into her, press a warm kiss to her lips. “Love you.” You say, quiet enough so the others can’t hear, “Don’t let her under your skin.” 

And she relaxes. Smiles slightly, tilts her head up to meet your lips. 

The party continues. You watch as Mindy and Chad argue about the rules of beer-pong. Wes comes over at some point, engrosses Tara in a thirty minute conversation about some horror film they’d seen together. You scoot yourself off her lap, leaving her with a quick kiss. She looks up at you, questioning. 

“Need to pee.” You assure. She nods, goes back to her conversation. 

You move through the sea of bodies, manage to find a line that isn’t too long down in the hallway bathroom. Alcohol thrums pleasantly through you. You feel light, carefree. That might be the weed. 

When it’s your turn, you open the door and go inside, only to be stopped by a foot in the door. 

It’s Amber. You blink as she nudges her way into the bathroom, locks the door behind her. 

“What are you doing?” You ask. She shrugs, turns to the mirror. 

“I need to pee. It’s my house, I’m not waiting in line.” 

You stare at her for a moment. She brushes lipgloss over her lips. This is weird. You don’t want to be here any more. 

“Alright. Fine. I’ll leave you to it.” 

She moves in front of the door, blocks your exit. 

“You look really pretty tonight.” She says. Voice syrupy sweet. “That skirt is- wow.” Her eyes rake down your bare thighs. You cross your arms, self conscious. 

“Thanks.” You say. “Tara bought it for me.”

“I can see why.” Amber says. She leans a little close. “If you were my girlfriend, I’d make you wear slutty little outfits like that too. Easy access, right?” 

You take a step back. 

“She doesn’t make me wear anything.” Is the only thing you can think to say. 

“So you’re trying to tease her?” Amber asks, her eyes flashing, “Is that it? Get her all horned up for you so she’ll take you into a bathroom and fuck the life out of you?” 

“I should go.” 

This time you try and push past her. It’s a mistake, you realize all at once. Amber’s hands grip your shoulders, and now your faces are inches apart. 

“I don’t see Tara anywhere. But I’m here now. I’ll fuck you better than she ever could.” 

Before you can protest, she’s surging forward, taking your lips in a rough kiss. 

You try to jerk away but your hands grip your face, holding you tight onto her. You struggle, hard, finally prying yourself away from her. 

“Hey!” You slap her off but she’s stronger than you. She pushes you against the bathroom counter, sending toiletries flying to the floor. You grunt in pain as your back hits the counter. Before you can recover, she’s close again. Hands under your skirt, groping. 

“Don’t be such a fucking tease.” She growls. “You’ve been walking around half naked all night and you’re trying to tell me you don’t want it?” 

“Not from you.” You say. You shove her off, hard as you can. She stumbles back. It’s the chance you need. You surge towards the door, fumbling with the handle. Before you can pry it open, she’s back, pressing her hand against the door. 

“Hey.” Her voice suddenly soft. Sweet. “I’m sorry. We got off on the wrong foot. How about we sit down. Get to know each other?” 

“Fuck you.” 

You tug the door. She jams her foot in the way. 

“Tara won’t believe you.” She says, voice hard, “I’m her best friend. You’re just some slut she’s been fucking for less than a year.” 

“Two years.” You tell her. “Get out of my way.” 

She stares at you for a long moment. For a second, you think she might hit you. 

“Fine. Fucking prude.” She sneers, backing off. “I didn’t want you anyway.” 

You’re shaking when you go back downstairs. Tears spill down your cheeks, your lips still sting with the force of Amber’s unwanted kiss. She’s ripped your skirt, you hold it together with your hands as you make an escape for the back door. 

It’s quieter outside, only a few people lingering. You head to the bottom of the garden, stand against the fence. 

Your lip trembles. You’re wearing Tara’s jacket, pull it tight around your shoulders. You take a breath. Try and still yourself. Tara will be looking for you soon. If she finds you like this, eyes wet and sniffling, she’ll know something is wrong. She’ll know what Amber tried to do. 

Tara’s going to kill her, you realize with a jolt. Not figuratively. She will literally kill her. Tonight, maybe. A fresh wave of tears spill from your eyes. 

You catch your breath. Steady your breathing. It’s not ten minutes before you hear the crunch of shoes on the grass behind you, and someone’s hands looping around your waist. 

“There she is.” Tara’s voice jolts you out of your reverie. She presses her lips to your shoulder, “My sweet girl.” 

You lean back into her. Sniff back your tears. She can’t see your face from this angle. You blink away your tears. 

“Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you.” She asks, as she rubs your arms. She smells familiar, like vanilla and cinnamon. You breathe her in, instantly comforted. You close your eyes, turn yourself in her arms. Nestle yourself into her neck. Her lips press to the top of your head. 

“Here.” You only half lie. “Just thinking.” 

“Thinking about what?” 

“Nothing.” You mumble into her neck. 

She hums against you. 

“Should we go home?” She wonders, “It’s getting a bit sad in there.” 

You tilt your head back to look at the house.

It’s emptying out. You nod. Stand up properly. You tilt your head slightly away from her, hoping she’ll miss your puffy cheeks. She doesn’t. Her hands catch your waist, tilting your face to her. 

Her brow furrows. 

“You’ve been crying.” She says, voice soft. 

You gulp. She has you, there’s no point in lying. 

“A little.” 

“Why?” 

You could try to lie. Save Amber’s pathetic ass. But you know there’s no point. Tara knows you inside and out. She can read your every mood. Hunt out any little white lie. She knows you off by heart.

“Someone tried to kiss me.” You hesitate. “She did kiss me. But I didn’t-” You can feel the tears pricking up once more. “I didn’t want it.” 

Tara blinks. Her hands on your waist tighten their grip. 

“Who?” 

“It doesn’t matter.” 

“It matters.” Tara says through gritted teeth. “Tell me. Now.” 

“Tara-“ 

“Baby, if you don’t tell me who it is I’m going to take my knife and slit the throat of every girl in that house.” 

You swallow hard. She isn’t kidding, you can see it in her eyes. 

“Amber.” 

Her eyes flash, but not with anger. Something else. Hurt, maybe, betrayal. Her jaw clenches. You put your hands on her forearms, try to bring her back to you. 

“Tara. Baby. It’s okay-” 

You can see the fight behind her eyes. 

“I knew she’d try something like this.” She says, sounding aggravated, “Bitch. She’s always wanted my things, even when we were kids.” 

Tara looks back to the house. Steadies her grip on your shoulders. Her hands cup your cheek, wiping away your tears. Her gaze drops a little lower, lingering on your ripped skirt.

“What happened to your skirt?” She asks. You swallow hard. “Did she do that?”  

You hesitate. She leans in, presses a reassuring kiss to your lips.  

“Tell me exactly what happened.” She says as she pulls away, voice quiet, “Every detail.”

And you do. She listens, a quiet storm brewing behind her eyes. When you’re finished, she takes you in her arms, presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

“I’m so sorry, baby.” She murmurs. “I never should have left you alone.” 

You sway in her arms for a moment, before she’s retracting, pulling her phone from her pocket. 

“I’m going to call Sam.” She says, pressing her lips to your cheek. “She’s going to take you home.” 

Your heart sinks. 

“No.” You say, “Tara, no. I want you to come home with me. I don’t want Sam-”

“I’ll be home as soon as I’m done.” She says, strokes your face reassuringly. She’s calm. Too calm. It sends a chill down your spine. You grip onto her arms. 

“Tara, no. You promised.” 

She looks at you, a little frustrated. 

“Sweetheart. She put her hands on you. She hurt you. She made you cry.” She cups your cheek, tenderly. Brushes away the fresh tears that trickle down your face, “Don’t you see? That’s why she has to die.” 

You shake your head, fervently. 

“No. That isn’t what I want. I don’t want you to kill for me, Tara. That isn’t what I need. I just need my girlfriend to hold me and tell me everything’s going to be okay, and that I’m safe with her.” 

She’s pulling you back into her arms. Cradles you tightly.

“Everything’s going to be okay.” She promises. You bury your face in her chest, comforted by her scent. “I love you. I’m going to keep you safe, I promise.” 

“You’re not going to kill her.” You say into her chest, “Promise me.” 

“Baby-”

“Promise me, Tara.” 

You’re pulling away from her, looking into her eyes. 

“I can’t lose you,” You say, cupping her cheeks. Your eyes are glistening with tears again. You grip onto her so tight, trying to make her understand. “Everytime you put on that mask you risk getting caught. And then they’ll take you away from me.” 

“Oh, baby.” She says, “Is that what you’re worried about?” 

It is what you worried about, more than anything. Sometimes you’d have nightmares about it: Tara, being dragged away in handcuffs, locked in a cell while they threw away the key. You nod. 

“No-one will ever keep you from me.” She promises. She looks so pretty in the moonlight. Soft brown eyes stare back at you adoringly, almost as if she’s not trying to negotiate murder, “I promise.” 

“You can’t promise that.” 

“Yes I can.” She says. Her lips press to yours, insistent. 

She takes your hand, presses it to her chest. 

“You feel that?” She murmurs. Her heartbeat is wild, erratic. You press your fingertips to her chest, trying to soothe her. It doesn’t work. “That’s what happens when someone tries to take you from me. It doesn’t feel good, baby. It hurts me. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. Do you know what it feels like to have your heart racing 24/7?” 

You blink up at her. Shake your head. 

“There’s only one thing that can stop it.” She murmurs. “I know you don’t like Ghostface. But sometimes she’s the only thing that can make me feel sane again. Everytime you ask me to stop, I have to fight this storm in me. Fight my instincts. I don’t know how much longer I can fight, baby.” 

Her hands are shaking, you notice for the first time. 

You rub her arm with your hand. Duck down, press your lips to her chest. Close your eyes. 

“So, I’m going to call Sam, okay?” She’s asking now. Her eyes pleading. “She’s going to take you home.” 

Your heart jumps in your throat. 

Slowly, you nod. 

Relief fills her face. She grips onto you, squeezes you tight. 

“Be careful.” You murmur, “Please, baby, be careful for me.” 

She kisses you, soft. 

The next hour is like a fever dream. Tara puts you into Sam’s car, kisses you goodbye. 

Sam’s still trying to make up for lost time with her sister so she doesn’t ask too many questions. The drive home is almost silent, you staring out the window, imagining the tilt of Tara’s knife slitting Amber’s throat. All you can think about is her getting caught. Praying she was careful enough not to leave behind any evidence. Maybe it should worry you how little you care about someone dying. But it doesn’t. 

You climb into Tara’s bed alone, waiting for her. You stare at the ceiling. Minutes pass by agonizingly slow. All you can do is wait. 

Finally, after what must have been hours, you hear her come in the front door. You sit up, chewing your lip, anxious as you hear the shower run. 

When she opens the bedroom door, she’s dressed for bed. 

She climbs into bed with you. Wraps her arms around your waist. You turn in her arms, immediately. Press your hand to her chest. Her heartbeat is steady, normal. She’s calm. You relax. 

“She’s never going to touch you again.” Tara murmurs. She presses a tender kiss to your forehead. You don’t want to know. You burrow yourself as tight as you can in her arms. Focus on her steady heartbeat. 

“I promise.”

Next part

[oneshotnewbie]

Hi, could you do Ashley Marin x reader, where reader is close to the girls but not in their age group if that makes sense? And Hanna finding out with a bunch of angst and a fluffy ending?

Love your work btw ☺️

ᕚ---ᕘ

The golden rays of sunlight danced through the leaves of the ancient oak trees that surrounded the picturesque suburb as Hanna Marin hurried in her car through the quiet streets of Rosewood on the way to a meeting with her best friends.

When they arrived at the agreed meeting point, a small café in the middle of the city, the girls met to make their plans for continuing their search for A. Aria, with her artistic flair and rebellious spirit, sat in a cozy corner, flipping through the pages of an old novel while Spencer, the intelligent one, and Emily, the caring soul, ordered coffee for the entire group. They smiled when they saw Hanna come in.

"Han, you're late," Spencer teased with a wink as she greeted her friend and pulled her into a quick hug. "Sorry, I had to do something," the blonde replied with a wide grin as she joined Aria at the table with the two of them.

The girls began to put their heads together and discuss what was probably the toughest challenge they had ever faced: How could they finally catch "A" and put an end to the nightmare that had haunted them for months.

"We have to have a plan," Spencer began firmly in a whisper. "We can't just let "A" continue. We have to find out who she is and finally take down that bitch."

"Yes, but we don't know how powerful "A" is or who this person even is. And the police can't and won't help us, especially since that will only make the whole situation worse." Aria spoke with a worried look, earning a nod from Hanna and Emily. Spencer also agreed with her and her thoughts revolved around other ideas that she had in the back of her mind.

When a familiar voice suddenly broke the silence, all four heads snapped up from their thoughts. "Hey girls, can I join you?" you asked with a friendly smile. The girls looked at you, wide grins on all their lips, the joy in their eyes hard to ignore. You had long been an integral part of their lives, especially Hanna's as her mother's best friend, and they loved you for forming a strong bond with them despite the age difference.

"Hey, y/n! Sure, sit down," Hanna greeted you warmly and moved a little to the side to offer you a place next to her on the couch. As you sat down, you immediately pulled her into a side hug and kissed the top of her head as she briefly wrapped her arms around you to return the greeting.

"How are you, y/n? I heard you were in New York for a week at a convention?" Spencer asked politely and with interest, as she herself wanted to get into politics in the future. "I'm fine but I'm exhausted. It was really tiring having several meetings in a row and with 95% of men who constantly want to go against your opinion." You replied, sipping your tea as you looked around and nervously tapped a finger on your thigh.

Emily immediately recognized the nervousness and excitement that you were trying to hide and failing miserably. She frowned at your reaction. “Is everything okay, Y/n?”

You swallowed hard and forced yourself to stay calm when at that moment Ashley walked in and gave you a shocked but furtive look. You nodded quickly, but your gaze remained on her. It was a look full of affection and mystery that made Hanna curious and asked her every time whether there was more between you than just friendship.

The blonde noticed the tender look you continued to give her mother, barely taking your eyes off her as your smile steadily widened. An inexplicable feeling of unrest spread through Hanna's chest as she wondered what was going on behind the closed doors of her mother's world.

ᕚ---ᕘ

The moonlight shone gently through the windows of the Marins' home as Hanna sat on the living room sofa, wrapped in a blanket, waiting for her mother. The clock ticked incessantly and the minutes passed slowly as she nervously tried to keep her focus on the television, her heart pounding loudly in her chest.

Finally, after hours of delay, she heard the soft creak of the door and the muffled voices mixed with loud giggles slowly approaching the living room, their faces marked with an expression of contentment and happiness as Ashley and you stumbled into the living room arm in arm, giving each other passionate kisses without realizing that Hanna was there.

It was only when she cleared her throat and stood up from her seat, folding her arms under her chest, that you separated from each other in shock. "H-hanna, you're still awake?" Ashley asked surprised, pulling her hands from your hips. You bit your lip, your cheeks immediately turning red. Your palms began to sweat while your heartbeat increased rapidly.

„Uh, yeah.. I couldn't sleep." Hanna replied nervously, trying to hide her unease. But she could no longer remain silent. A feeling of fear and confusion washed over her as the images repeated before her eyes, in which you seemed to lose yourself in your intimate togetherness. "I.. I thought you were just best friends. Why didn't you tell me?" she finally stammered, her voice shaking with nervousness.

Ashley and you looked at each other intently, a look of anxiety on your faces. You took a step closer and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry Hanna. We didn't mean to hurt you. But... it's complicated." You spoke carefully, your voice calm but with a hint of concern.

"Complicated?! What's complicated?" Hanna asked desperately, tears forming in her eyes from the breach of trust. Ashley sighed and stepped closer too, but the blonde stepped back a bit. "Hanna, we wanted to tell you, but we didn't know how you would react. Y/n and I... we've been in a relationship for a few months now."

A mixture of shock and betrayal coursed through the girl as her mother spoke the words. She felt betrayed and confused, not only by her own mother, but also by someone she had thought was one of her best friends. "But you're my mother. And you, y/n.. you've always been there for me." she sobbed, her voice broken.

Ashley gently put her arms around Hanna and pulled her into a hug, but she pushed her away and ran into the room angrily. Her heart was heavy with the countless questions and feelings swirling through her mind. Everything she knew seemed to be called into question in that moment, and she didn't know how to deal with it.

ᕚ---ᕘ

The days passed and Hanna slowly came to terms with the unexpected revelation about her mother and you's relationship. It was a time of change and adjustment for her, but gradually she began to realize that the love she felt for her mother and you at the same time was stronger than any confusion or anger she felt.

Over the next few weeks you tried to regain her trust. You took time for conversations in which she revealed her feelings and fears about losing you if things didn't work out with her mother and tried to strengthen the bond between her again. Even though it was difficult at times, she found comfort and support in you, even though she felt like a fool for months.

One evening, as Hanna sat in her room thinking about everything, she heard quiet voices coming from the kitchen. Curious about what was going on, she quietly crept down the stairs and sat on one of the steps. "I know it was hard for Hanna to accept our relationship," she heard her mother say, her voice soft and loving. "But she will be able to trust you again. You didn't destroy anything, my love."

“I wish I had told her sooner,” you answered her with a sighing tone. "But we thought it would be better to take it slow."

"And we're both glad we finally told her. She's my daughter, possibly yours in the future, and she deserves to know the truth."

Hanna held her breath as she heard her mother's words. A feeling of gratitude washed over her as she realized how much her mother and you cared for her. Despite everything that had happened, she could feel the love between the two of you, and it calmed her troubled heart that her mother had found someone who loved and accepted her for everything.

"I.. I wanted to apologize," Hanna began hesitantly, her voice soft but loud so that you could hear it all the way to the kitchen before she got up from her seat and slowly walked over to you. Both Ashley and you looked up in surprise, your faces lighting up as you noticed the loving smile on her face. "I was angry and confused, especially at you y/n. But I love you both and I want you to be happy."

Tears welled up in both of your eyes as you heard Hanna's words. You jumped up and hugged her tightly, your heart full of gratitude and love. "Thanks, Han." You whispered and you looked at Ashley who nodded with a tender smile and clung to the hug as well. "We love you so much, Hanna."

In that moment, the blonde felt a deep connection with her mother and you. A bond that was stronger than ever. She knew it might not be easy, but she was hopeful that things would last forever between the two of you. And as she lost herself in the arms of her loved ones, she knew that she had finally arrived and had a family that was finally complete - a family of love, acceptance and happiness.

[drippyredsmile]

Jori smut

Tori was sitting in Mr. West's chair, he was gone for the week on a business trip, therefore she was going to take advantage of it. Jade was on her hands and knees, earning her treat. She sucked on Tori's two fingers, whining softly. She loved making Tori feel good, she loved being used. "Look at you," Tori cooed, "sucking on my fingers like a desperate little bitch. Imagine your father seeing you, he would be so disappointed." She mocked, making Jade get redder. Jade knew that her father would be disappointed, seeing her fall for someone lower than her.

The West's were rich, they came from good money and her father was an old-fashioned businessman, he looked down on everyone, always thinking that he was the best. He wasn't too fond of the Vega's, even though David Vega was his best friend when they were kids. They grew apart, David getting into the police force, while Richard took into his father's steps and took over the business. He hated how he had a daughter, but at least he had a son after her, so he could take over the business. He didn't trust women with pretty much anything.

Jade kept sucking on Tori's fingers until Tori slid them out and grabbed her by the jaw. She stared up at her, not knowing what Tori would say next. She loved how she took control, she felt taken care of. "Undo my belt, unzip my slacks, and wait." She demanded, letting go of Jade's jaw and sitting back. Jade quickly did what she was told, getting up on her knees and undoing Tori's belt. She unbuttoned her pants and unzipped them, then sat back down on her legs, waiting. Tori smiled and pushed her pants and underwear down, her dick sprung up and bounced slightly before leaning against her stomach. Her pants fell to the floor, while her underwear stayed around her knees.

Jade stared at Tori's cock, desperately wanting her to use her. She wanted to wrap her lips around her length and make her climax. Suddenly her chin got grabbed and was forced to look up. "Eyes on me, bitch. You will look me in the eyes while you touch me." Tori demanded, letting go of Jade's chin. Jade nodded, scooting closer, she reached up, but her hand got slapped away. "What do you say?" Tori asked, staring at her. Jade whined, just wanting to get to it. Tori leaned forward, grabbing Jade by the jaw again and spitting on her. "What. Do. You. Say." She growled, making sure Jade didn't look away.

Jade stared, mouth slightly opening. "May I touch you, Tori?" She asked, Tori gripped her jaw harder. "Wrong." She glared. Jade stared back, whining. "May I touch you, Master?" She said, pouting. Tori smirked, letting Jade go and sitting back. "Good girl, now get to work." She said running a hand through her hair and sighing softly. Jade nodded, gently grabbing Tori's cock and tugging slightly before spitting. She kept her eyes on Tori's as she stroked her, making her head lean back. Jade leaned forward, licking the tip of her cock, moaning softly.

[skzpixiekaifei]

Summary: Fei Kai moved to South Korea to get a fresh start. The fresh start included a man with curly hair and glasses.

Story warnings: Single mother! Kai x Ex military! Changbin. Strangers to lovers. Enemies to lovers. 3rd person. Disabled! Changbin. Kai flirts with people as always. Suggestive in many chapters. Themes of PTSD.

CW: Familial issues, mentions of drowning, Suggestive, Kai's mother being a little bitch

2k word count

Taglist: @mynameisnotlaura, @palindrome969

Previous - Masterlist - Next

Chapter 8: Dinner with your ghosts

“Duri, please.” Kai begged when her daughter groaned. “Soojin-ah is looking forward to your sleepover. Last night you were so happy to be going!” 

“But moooom,” Duri pouted. “I want to stay home with you and Binnie.” Kai almost gave into her daughter’s pout. Almost, being the key word. 

“Fei Justine Duri,” Kai spoke sternly, making the six-year-old quiet down. She almost never used her daughter’s full name, Justine being the name of her childhood best friend that stabbed her in the back by marrying her brother. “You are going to Soojin's home. I know you want to stay home, but Changbin and I need to head out and your uncles can’t watch you. You need to go.” 

“But I’m a big girl!” Duri whined once again. “I can stay home alone!” Kai chuckled at her daughter’s antics. 

“If you’re such a big girl, you wouldn’t complain to what your mother is asking you to do, hm?” This stumped Duri, causing Kai to laugh once more. She stood up, brushing the dust off her dress pants, adjusting her blazer to cover her shoulders more. 

Duri stood up, all dressed and ready to leave. “Bin! Let’s go!” Kai called out, before adjusting her lipstick in the hall mirror. Duri watched her mother with fascination, the itch to wear makeup like her mother strong. Kai had a strong inkling to what her daughter wanted, so she bent down and kissed her daughter’s cheek, so the mauve lip left a print on her kid’s skin. Duri squealed with happiness, checking her cheek in the mirror.  

“Okay okay, I'm coming.” Changbin chuckled, stepping into the hall where they were. Kai looked over, and her throat suddenly grew dry with how good he looked. He had on a simple dress shirt and slacks, but they hugged him in all the right places. He struggled with the tie around his neck, grunting when the tie became untied again. 

“Here,” She shook herself out of her stupor, walking over to the older man and taking the tie gently. He hummed, looking down at her, eyebrows up curiously. She looked at him pointedly, pointing his chin upward so she had better access to his neck. He instinctually sat his hands on the small of her waist, and Kai had to suppress a shudder. 

She tied the tie skillfully, breath ghosting over his neck at the proximity of their bodies. She suddenly coughed after the need to bite him came to mind. She stepped back, fighting the blush that graced her cheeks. “Okay,” her voice was steady, turning to her daughter who looked up at the two with wide eyes. “Ready to go, baby?” 

“Is Changbin my new dad?” Duri asked, causing the two to sputter in shock. Their faces bloomed red at the child’s blunt words.  

“No, baby. Let’s go.” She grabbed her daughter’s overnight bag, patting the small of her back to get her going. Duri cocked her head to the side but followed her mother’s instructions. Changbin froze, watching the two leave, mind wandering to places a platonic friend wouldn’t dare to venture. 

He imagined that he was Duri’s father, and what it would be like, waking up to Kai beside him every day. He quickly shook those thoughts from his head, jogging to catch up with the two of them. 

When they entered the restaurant, Kai was relieved that they weren’t the first ones, but her stomach dropped when they were the last two to arrive. Their friends sat at a table for twelve, completely uncomfortable as her mother jabbered on. Either about herself, Bo, or what a ‘terrible daughter’ she was. 

“Hello,” Kai said through gritted teeth and a fake smile. Hye-Jin stopped talking, faking a smile as well. 

“My dear, what took you so long? Leaving us with your friends. Not very polite, Kai-ah.” Hye-Jin chastised and Kai pretended to be receptive.  

“Well, I hope you weren’t waiting too long. Duri was freaking out about what shoes to wear,” Kai lied, forcing a dry laugh to come out. She sat in between Changbin and Hyunjin (Who was dressed the most elegantly), leg starting to bounce with anxiety. 

“Dramatic, just like her mother.” Bo muttered over his drink of water. Three heads snapped to him, and she could sense Changbin’s discontentment. 

“More like his uncle. I mean, you were the one to almost drown me after I ate large of a portion of Kimchi.” She commented back, taking a drink of her own water. The table grew silent, and Bo looked like he was going to throttle her. She smiled innocently, looking towards the waitress who just stepped towards them. 

They ordered their food, and when the waitress walked away, Hye-Jin set her eyes on Chan. “So, you eight,” Hye-Jin smiled, but Kai could tell it was turning for flirty. Her father sat uncomfortably. The group stiffened, turning their attention on the older woman. “How long have you been plowing my daughter?” 

Kai choked on her water, coughing wildly as the two men beside her rubbed her back comfortably. Chan looked at the woman, baffled, while the others grew increasingly more red. “Plowing? Is that what you think has been happening between us nine?” Felix shifted uncomfortably. 

“Well, what else are you hanging out with her for? The only thing she has going for her is the fact she has a vagina.” Hye-Jin crossed her arms. “I bet she’s using you all for money.” 

Kai glared at her mother, the grip on her thigh tightening to the fact she drew blood. “Not at all. We’re all friends, she’s more like a little sister to us.” Chan seethed. “The fact that you think that of your own daughter is sad.” 

“Okay, then what. What is so special about her?” Bo asked. “Because all I can see is a little whimpering bitch in front of me.” Changbin stood up, along with Minho and Jeongin. They looked like they were one second away from causing a massive scene in the middle of the restaurant. 

“She’s more of a man you’ll ever be. You’re just a coward that decided to create several Geneva convention violations for a serotonin boost.” Minho spat. He then turned to Hye-Jin, eyes narrowing. “And you. She’s more of a mother than you’ll ever be, you neglecting, abusive, emotionally-incestual piece of shit.” He pointed a finger at the aghast Hye-Jin. Kai’s father, Hao, stood up, pissed. 

Instead of yelling at the group for insulting his wife and son, he turned to Hye-Jin and Bo. “I want a divorce.” He turned to his daughter, before kneeling on the ground and bowing to her daughter. “My darling daughter, I’m so sorry.” His voice shook, and Kai’s heart broke. She helped him up, hugging her father tightly. 

“Dad, come on. You shouldn’t be kneeling in your condition.” She whispered to her elderly father. “Okay, boys. It’s time to go home.” She smiled at her true family, who felt all too happy at leaving the fancy restaurant. “Oh, and Hye-Jin?” She turned to her mother, before grabbing the full bottle of red wine and splashing it all over her mother’s white dress. Bo stood up quickly as her mother was drenched. 

“Go die in a hole, you fucking cunt.” She grabbed her father’s hand and showed the middle finger to Bo. He looked livid but knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything. The group of ten left quickly, right before the chain of expensive food came through. 

Kai laughed as her friends danced with each other in the middle of the deserted 24-hour McDonalds. The workers tiredly watched the group, wishing their pay was higher as Han screamed once again. Hao sat next to her daughter after apologizing profusely. “I’m so sorry, my lotus.” Tears ran down his wrinkled face. “I’m a terrible father. I should’ve done better to protect you.” 

“Papa,” Kai hushed her father, who quieted down. She wiped his tears, before hugging him softly. “Better late than never, huh?” He laughed softly. “Oh, and don’t worry about mom. You can stay in my studio; it has a pull-out couch.” 

“Is it possible to stay in Korea with you? I want to be a part of your life.” He whispered. Kai’s heart melted; her father and her were always on better terms. 

“Of course, Bàba.” She laid her head on her father’s shoulder. Everything felt fine between the two. 

Kai walked down the hall from the studio, passing by Changbin’s room to get some water into her system. “Kai?” Changbin’s muffled voice came from the closed door, and she paused. She hoped she was hearing things, until she heard him say her name again. 

She crept into the room, finding Changbin ruffling his hair with a towel to dry it from his shower. He was shirtless, and she had to stop herself from gawking. But she’s only human, so she gawked just a little. He pouted the bed beside her, and she took it. She herself was in her Pj’s, a long T-shirt and shorts. 

“Do you like me living with you?” He asked, gaining confusion from the younger female. She nodded, not finding any hesitance in his voice. “I found an apartment.” 

Disappointment settled in her gut, thinking he was going to move out. That her life would be bland again. He noticed her expression change, and quickly added to his sentence. “For the four of us! It’s nearby, so we wouldn’t have to move far. Duri would have a larger room, it’s near a retirement community so your father-” She cut him off with a small kiss on his cheek. He froze, eyes wide. 

“Sound’s perfect,” She whispered, before her eyes widened with the realization of what she did. “Shit, I’m so sorry-” It was his turn to cut her off by pressing his lips chaste to hers. She buffered; eyes wide open. She slowly closed her eyes, leaning into the kiss, hand coming up to caress his cheek. The two stayed like that for a couple more seconds, her breathing in his scent of wood and bourbon. 

They parted, foreheads together, looking into each other’s eyes. “So,” she whispered. “I’m guessing you like me too?” The two started to laugh, giggling into each other like school children. 

“I’m sorry for kissing you without your permission,” Changbin frowned. Kai pecked the tip of his nose. 

“Don’t worry about it.” She whispered, but he frowned. Kai tilted her head, voice dropping to a sultry tone and leaning in. “If you’re so worried about it, kiss it better.” She puckered her lips, making Changbin turn red. 

He playfully pushed her away. “You’ve been spending way too much time with Chan-Hyung.” He teased, causing her to frown. 

“You don’t want to kiss me?” She whined, and Changbin groaned.  

“If I kiss you again, I won’t be able to stop.” He whispered, leaning back in again. His eyes scanned hers for any regretfulness. All that was there was something untamed. 

“Who said I wanted you to stop, hm?” With that confirmation, he captured her lips hungrily. Teeth mashed together as she clawed at his skin, groaning at the pace of his kiss. 

Kai steeped the tea in her mug, watching the sun rise. Moments like this, she was glad to be alive. Hands wrapped around her stomach, hugging her to a firm chest and peppering her neck in soft kisses. Kai leaned into the touch, kissing Changbin’s temple as he yawned. Kai offered him a sip of the tea, which he gladly accepted before cringing. 

“What flavor is it?” He screwed his face up at the bitter taste. 

“Throat soothing flavor, lemon edition. I need it, after what you put me through last night.” she teased, watching his face turn red and lean into her ear. 

“Well, you’re the one who begged me to-” he purred, Kai’s face flushing red and shoving him with her hip. He chuckled, hugging her tighter to his chest, head sitting on top of hers, humming along to a song he and Han were working on. 

This morning was a morning of peace. But because it was Kai, nothing good lasts. 

I am so sorry with what is going to happen :C

[fanartlover1234]

RUIN EACHOTHER

Over years Loaks and Y/ns friendship bloomed into something different, but neither of them were brave enough to admit it

Y/n has remembered Sully family as part of her own as they remembered her part of them, over the years of the girls parents being skilled hunters and often leaving she found herself in Neytiris soft touch as the woman braided her hair or Jakes corecting gaze when she would get in trouble with Loak.

Loak was the girls age, few months older so it was no suprise when they grew close and closer over years.

Five and six was bo worries, plays and fights over toys while the other played by water, two kids had not a worry in their mind other then who will hold the great Ikran Toruk.

Seven and eight wasnt much different on filled with lession on sky people, bow shooting and focusing on slowly and gently letting them into the life, fun and plays were still always there but less fights as now the boy would offer her the Toruk toy as while she would look for beeds to braid in his hair.

Nine and ten bit less time together but a lot more trouble for ditching the lessions where Y/n was supposed to study herbs and mixes while Loak would focus on hunting and fighting.

During the following years the teens did not change much, untill sweet 16 arrived knocking at the door.

Girl felt as her childhood best friend slowly drifted away, her trouble buddy and the one she could go to for either a laugh sesion or deep talk.

They spent less and less time together seeming as the boy would avoid her using hunt or training all alone.

Seventeen and eighteen, she almost never spoke to him unless rude remarks were made.

It pained the girl deeply when the boy would yell at her to get lost or just shove her out of the way when she tried talking to him.

To no avail she felt her her heart shatter, the love and complete crush she had on him slowly crumbling into a pile of small peaces with in few years.

Her heart screamed at her when she saw him kiss another girl in a party or flirt with some girl during day to walk away.

Everything in her head stoped when he looked at her now.

The party suddenly grew quiet as her heart echoed in her ears looking at how Neteyam had scolded his brother clearly from the looks of it.

Loak eyes looked straight into her soul while she took a mistep behind her in a way to make herself disapear.

Loak could barely hold the cuckle with in his lips when she almost fell when he made his way towards her down the stairs, he trailed her for few seconds as she walked into the forest.

Y/n walked, maybe if she walks far enough he will disapear in some way.

"I think we both know im the fastes between both of us" he said, the girl cursed at herself she knew if he wanted few steps and he have her in his arms.

"Walking deeper, wont make you lose me" he spoke again, has his voice always sounded this good.

The girl mentaly slaped herself, making a note to kill herself for that thoight.

"Has your tail gotten prettier?" He said, hoping for some answear and he smiled amused when he heard her voice.

"Fuck off Loak" sure she cursed him but she at atleast spoke to him.

And there it was, the hand on her shoulder as Loak stoped her turning her frame to face him.

"No"

"Why" she asked pushing his hands away from her.

"Because i like you, like really like you" he said to her, he held her eyecontact no matter where she turnes her head he wanted her to know he ment every word.

"You gotta weird way of showinb that"

"I know. I know, but i just thought i wasnt good enough for you so i tried pushing you away to make you hate me" he said amd with all honesty the boy could read the 'bitch you serious' writing on her face.

"And you think you had the right to decide whats good and whats bad for me, you know what, i think you should go back to your little hook up and ill go home to try and hate you" she said annoyed and party honest.

She wanted to hate him, she really did.

"Fine" he said annoyed.

"Great"

"Amazing"

"Fine"

"Okey"

"Shut up Loak" she said.

"No you shut up" she was taken a back by Loak whispering those words while he cupped her face pulling her in just a little gap between their lips "you ruin me in so many ways Y/n"

He said before his lips crashed into hers.

They grew up together.

They knew eachother secrets, dreams, wishes.

They could destroy eachother with few words and it was dangerous becauee their hearts belonged to one another and neither wanted to return what they has stolen years ago.

Sbe ruins him.

He ruins her.

They will be the downfall of eachother yet they will rise eachother up in new heights as they slowly ruin eachother.

They ruin eachother.

[ase-trollplays]

Suddenly remembering all the times I was asked out or taken on a date

Except I'm a Dense Motherfucker and literally didn't realize that that's what was happening and thought they were being completely platonic about it

My best friend in highschool, a boy named Danny, bought me roses and candy for Valentine's Day through a fundraiser the school was doing and invited me to the Valentine's Day dance that weekend. I thought he was just humoring me bc I'd spent the last two weeks bitching and moaning about being single. An hour into the dance, he had to pull me aside and explain that he had a crush on me and meant for that night to be a date. I was completely mind-blown.

The GSA at the community college I was attending was throwing a second-chance prom, and one of the girls asked if I was going. I said no bc I had no formal clothes or money to purchase any. She offered to let me borrow something of hers, but I declined because I'm bigger than her so I doubted anything she had would fit me. Plus, I felt like I didn't deserve to go since I already had my proms and experienced them exactly how I wanted to. Only years later, after talking with one of my LGBT friends, did I realize that she was trying to ask me to be her date for the prom.

Also during my community college days, a different girl invited me to read Marceline/Princess Bubblegum lesbian fanfic, took me to her favorite cafe, walked around town with me, and ended the night taking me to a really nice restaurant. Still had no idea.

My bff at the art school I went to spent the first three months of our friendship flirting with me, and I had absolutely no idea. She even took me out on a dinner-and-a-movie date, and only for a split second did it occur to me that maybe, this could potentially be a date. I then threw out the whole thought bc of course that's not what this is, and when did I become so arrogant as to think she's into me just bc we spend time together constantly? I didn't realize that she'd been down horrendous until just two years ago when she told me. Once again, mind blown. Mind you, we met way back in 2013. She thought I was fully aware and just trying to let her down gently by being unreceptive.

[gayerthanevertbh]

the widow’s bunny - part 4

author’s note | so sorry for not updating! i was away :( but here’s part 4! i hope you enjoy it, the next part will probably contain heavy smut. so get ready for that !!!

summary | Your father, Clint Barton, brought his fellow Avengers to the safe house and it was your first time meeting the one and only Black Widow; Natasha Romanoff. As soon as you and her get a little close, her other side is vaguely showing and it truly frightens you. She quotes, “You will be my pretty little secret, yeah?”

pairings | Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

warnings | violence ; slut shaming ; obsessive behavior ; very (18)+ !!!

taglist | @ilovehotactresses @bepisbeansprouts​  @heidithriel​ @mommynat​ @myplaceofsolace​ @jediluka​ @d14n4ol 4ol​ @youralphawolf72​ @natasharomanoff-wife @santasbitch @karmasgxrl​ @marvel2024​ @ripofflizzie​ @tashakink​  @natashaswife12345 (i don’t know why i can’t tag some of u :/)

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3  Part 4 Part 5 so on...

You were pretending to be asleep when Natasha left you for a moment to get some water. Your body aches from a sleepless night and that’s why your captive is bringing you a glass, to help you slumber once again. But, you can’t. You just can’t, especially when she’s around. You are quite frightened – can you blame yourself though – as this deviant monster was just kissing your neck a few minutes ago. What did I do to deserve this kind of obsession?

You do know she’s obsessed with you since she’s been stealing glances when you were back at the house. Although you didn’t pay attention to it because you felt like you were just being delusional. Well, you weren’t. She was basically watching you from afar.

No wonder why she got so close.

“Hi, baby.”

Turning, you see Natasha sitting beside you as she held out your chin to open your mouth. You did, slightly, and drank from the glass slowly. She whispered that sent down chills on your skin: “Good girl, you are such a good little girl.”

You want to cry on that spot.

She softly lets go of your chin and offered a kind smile that felt disgusting. How can she act so calm yet so fucking evil around you? Fucking crazy.

“Go to sleep now, bunny,” Natasha taunted and kissed your temple gently. “I’ll wrap my arms around you. Maybe even touch your boobies once in a while, would you like that?”

“Most certainly not,” You quickly responded with bitterness. Her smile faltered. Yeah, go cry about it bitch.

“Brat.”

Her hand is suddenly pressed onto your stomach as she pushes you back down forcefully, hearing an animalistic growl erupting from her as she wraps her long buffed arm around your lower waist. Her head is peacefully tucked in your neck. Your chest starts to heave as you think of many scenarios of what she’ll do to you. Will this woman rape you? Hurt you? Locking you up? God, you can’t even think straight anymore. At this point, you don’t care if you live or not.

“You’re thinking way too loud, shut up.” She strongly suggested and quietly let out a hum.

You have no choice but to sleep.

As soon as you woke up, there was a tray of food beside you. You were in shock at how she cooked your favorite breakfast meal. Ham and Cheese with french fries aside and a glass of iced coffee, you looked closer and saw how well done it was. How does she even know I like this type of food? What a creep–

“Do you like it?”

Natasha was standing 5-6 feet away from you and a small smile that crept on her face as soon as you turned your head. You shrugged, not knowing what else to really say, and mumbled, “How do you know it’s my favorite?”

“So dumb,” She says to herself and chuckles deeply. Like, really deep. “Your father told me about it. And, I’ve read your diary.”

What the fuck?! “What?”

“Diary, I cannot fathom enough of how much I love me some ham and cheese,” She says with a teasing tone as she says the words that were in your diary. “I also think my dad’s friend is quite pretty. But, she looks mean. Although I’ll do my best to make a conversation with her!”

“You have no right to do that!” You said with fire in your tone as your eyes deepened with anger. Natasha looked amused by your reaction. It was sickening. “That’s invading someone else’s privacy, you fucking creep!”

“Watch that tone of yours, printsessa,” Natasha spits out with venom in her tone and grabs your jaw tightly, bringing your face closer to her. Your face pangs as it heats up quickly and whimpers when she grips it tighter.

“I’m a creep for you! I love you,” Her voice softens as well as her eyes, and presses her forehead against yours. “You’re just so fucking perfect. I knew the moment I met you I was destined to be with you. I had to take my chances. You have no idea how much I long for you, and now that you’re here it’s just so compelling, detka. You’re mine.”

You quickly shake your head as you replied, “I’ll never be yours.”

Smack!

Your face heats with irritation and a hand that was quickly on your cheeks, eyes bewildered at the fact that this woman has slapped you on the face. A pan of fear comes through your submissive eyes and Natasha, well, as always – she looked amused. She smirks at you until she says, “I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have done that. But, you’re such a brat today. My temper is very short.”

You thought about the choices that were in your mind. Either you escape from Natasha until you’re dead or you stay with her and experience the trauma and the abuse that she’ll give you. But, you thought to yourself, I still want to live. I want to explore, but I feel like my time is ticking. What should I do at this point?

She saw the fear in your eyes and softened her body, cooing at you, “Detka, I didn’t mean that. I–I lost my temper, that was my fault. I will never hit you again unless you’ve been a bad girl. Don’t worry, I’ll let you know if you are.”

The widow tries touching your face, but you flinch. She sighs.

“I’ll never do that again,” She says for one last time, until you feel her lips pressed on your forehead, Natasha sighs deeply. “You’re so beautiful. I won’t hurt you again, I promise. Now, please eat. You must be really hungry. Come on, I’ll feed you little one.”

She takes a piece of the sandwich and asks me to open my mouth. You complied, opening your mouth slightly and placing the food inside. You chew and see how pleased your captive was. She likes taking care of you, even though it doesn’t even look like she is. Because if she does, she will let you go. You wouldn’t be here right now.

“You’re such a keeper,” She mumbles quietly and drinks from your glass, smiling. “I can’t wait to fuck you. I just know that pussy of yours is so little and such a virgin. I’ll pretend it’s a virgin pussy, I want to be your first.”

You didn’t react, you were just too tired to speak or to even think. You kept eating your sandwich until it was all finished and Natasha’s lips were connected to yours, moaning softly on your mouth. Her fingers hold your chin to keep you in place as she pulls away with a smirk on her face that sends shivers down your throat.

“You are so beautiful,” She compliments as her hands trail down your clothed waist. You whimpered. “I’ll make you mine, kotenok. I just want you to be comfortable with me so mommy can take care of your needs. My needs. Do you know what I need?”

You shake your head, pretending to not know what she fully needs even though you already have an idea. But she likes having you like this. All merciless and vulnerable. It soothes her quite well. Her face leans closer to your ear and husks out,

“Your pussy. My cock is inside of your pussy. My fingers and my tongue. I want to devour you, own you, mark you in the most explicit way. I want to emphasize how much I love you. Need you. So, you better be fucking ready once mommy wants to fuck the shit out of you.”

And in an instant, she left the room. Leaving you inside with a glass of your coffee as your face cringes in disgust at the woman. You don’t know if you should be scared or not, but right now, you are at this height of fear and excitement. And that’s the thing, it’s weird. Why on earth would you be excited about a woman who practically dreams of having sex with you and wants to take you? Was it because of the pleasure? You don’t really know.

----------

Natasha comes out of her bedroom swiftly and hears the sound of her phone ringing. Confidently, she grabs her digital device from the table and sees the name Steve Rogers popping up on the screen. She sighs, knowing where this is going to lead. Her friend, a close friend, is going to ask something that will make her–

“Hello?” She answers and places the phone in her ears.

“Nat? Have you seen Y/N?”

Steve’s voice was calm and steady with a hint of concern in his tone. Natasha’s heart felt relieved and replied with a nonchalant voice, “No. Why? The last time I saw her was after lunch.”

Steve sighs through the phone and responded: “She hasn’t been seen in a day. Clint is getting really worried, everyone is. Laura says that Y/N isn’t usually like this, and I asked you since you and she got pretty close. I can see how you look at her, Natasha. So please, if you’ve seen her just … tell me?”

Natasha scoffs loudly as she feels like her own friend couldn’t even trust her. Well, I don’t blame him. No one should really trust me. She says bitterly: “I don’t know where Y/N is, Rogers. And you’re acting like you can’t even trust me–”

“Nat.”

“I don’t know where Y/N is,” Her voice was so deep that it kind of scared the super-soldier himself. “Okay? Now, leave me alone, I’m spending time with my sister.”

Natasha was a good liar. Well, she should be since she’s the deadliest assassin in the whole world. So, Steve wouldn’t recognize the untold truth. She hears the man sigh and says, “Okay. I trust you. Take care.”

Hanging up on her friend, Natasha places her phone back down on the table and crosses her arms. She knows the consequences and the critics of capturing you, she truly understands. But her obsession becomes more erratic whenever the woman who is held captive of you comes closer. It’s like you’re the prey and she’s the devil, trying her absolute best to have you in the palm of her hand. And you’re in her hands. She loves the thrill of it.

She remembers the time when she had done this with two other women. One older and a younger one, who’s a little older than you by now. The older woman that she held captive, escaped. Natasha was glad that she put something in her drink before she plotted her escape. So then, no one could track a vile creature like her.

The other woman, she was as gullible as you.  She was beautiful as ever, she had the eyes of a little girl that she find it so fascinating. Her name was Marianne and Natasha thought to herself that she was in love with that woman.

Unfortunately, she killed her. In the most horrific way.

----------

“Stay away from me!”

After 10 months of Marianne being held captive by Natasha, she wanted to run away. Of course, Natasha was loath to that thinking of hers so she chased after the brunette, who was running away from her. Marianne’s heart was thumping so loud, she could hear it ringing through her eyes and hid behind the counter where she thought she could hide. Until Natasha marches toward the girl with pure red in her eyes. Marianne whimpered loudly like a beaten-up dog as the widow grabbed her by the jaw, pushing her to the counter so hard that she felt her back snap.

“Wanna fucking run away from me?!” Natasha, who has her hand wrapped around Marianne’s neck, grips it tightly and looks at her with horns in her head comically. The younger woman looks at her with pleading eyes, asking her not to go through this path that she knows. The widow shakes her head and smacks Marianne mercilessly.

She grabbed her hair, pulled it from the back, and slammed her face onto the marbled floor; satisfied with herself that her little creature’s nose was bleeding. Shouting, she said: “You’re fucking pathetic. Tried calling Wanda to save you? No one else will save you other than me, you fucking rat!”

Natasha never planned the murder of Marianne. Why would she? But, her temper got out of hand. Marianne was lying on the ground lifelessly, as Natasha’s eyes trailed over her bruised face. In some demonic way, there was no remorse inside the widow. Not even a single tear slid down her eyes. She just looked at Marianne’s dead body and sighed. After 15 minutes or so, she called Wanda to clean up the body and asked her if all of her family members could forget about Marianne’s disappearance and death.

Natasha did not mourn. And that truly concerned Wanda despite the ruthless woman beating her up until she was dead. Wanda was deadlier than the assassin, yet felt so small whenever it came to Natasha. They were best friends, and they’ll always be best friends. But, Wanda doesn’t know how much she can contain this anymore. She was scared for Natasha’s life.

“Please tell me this will be the last time you’ll kidnap someone,” Wanda asked, a begging tone in her voice, as she looked back at her shoulder to see her friend pouring a cup of coffee calmly.

“Okay.”

“Can you promise me that? Please? This is getting way too out of hand.”

“Why do you fucking care?” Natasha chuckled and sat beside her friend, who looked at her with so much concern in her eyes. The witch softened and placed her hand against Natasha’s, holding it gently. Wanda whispered,

“You’re affecting everyone. And sooner or later, they will find out.”

“No they won’t,” She responds with more of a dominant tone in her voice, snapping her eyes at you. She continued, “As long as you keep that mouth of yours shut, no one will know. Do you understand?”

“And what if I don’t want to be part of this?”

Natasha scoffs and shakes her head in irritation.

“What the fuck is up with you? Usually, you’d follow my orders–”

“But I’m a friend Natasha, not some fucking slave of yours!” The witch blurts out, standing away from the assassin. “I only agreed to this because I thought this was a one-time thing. Now, you’ve killed two innocent girls! Natasha, you’re supposed to be a heroic woman, not some vile demonic creature.”

Natasha rolled her eyes and grumbled to herself. She was starting to think that this conversation was pointless, whatever Natasha was doing, she knew it was right. Deep inside, she knows that. But it’s starting to get more transparent as her obsession grows for a girl every time. And to Wanda’s defense, she just loves her best friend.

“Then quit, if you must.”

It was Wanda’s turn to scoff, “Fine. Don’t ever fucking call me for help.” Wanda grabbed her black cardigan that was sitting on the arm couch and left without a goodbye to Natasha, who felt a little devastated. Now, she has to do this on her own. And, if she kills another girl, then that’s the end for her.

“I’m a good person,” Natasha mumbles to herself as tears begin to formulate uncontrollably in her eyes. Her hands were balled into a fist on the counter and chanted, “I’m a good person, I’m a good person, I’m a good person.”

Her evilness consumes her to the point that she doesn’t see what is right or wrong anymore. She’s a sick, twisted, human being and doesn’t deserve the name of “Avenger”. Her cruelty overtakes her and continues to masturbate to multiple girls that she fell for. Especially Marianne, who she just killed.

Natasha loved Marianne, or so she thought. Marianne responded to her so well whenever they would “make love” in her bed. She adores the way the brunette would be submissive towards her, especially when Natasha is in an insatiable moment. That’s what Marianne is only good for, just a fuck for Natasha. Maybe then, she doesn’t love her.

----------

Snapping from her gaze, the widow walks back inside of the room and sees you sitting promptly on the back of the headboard. Her head is facing down while her fingers are playing with themselves. Natasha smiled from afar and called her out, “You’re so pretty when you’re quiet.”

You scoffed as you played with the hem of your shirt, noticing how dirty it was. You need new clothes, a shower even. Looking up, you shake your head at her.

“What else am I suppose to say?”

Natasha shrugs her shoulders, “I don’t know. But, you’re beautiful.”

You couldn’t even count how many times this woman complimented you to the point that it wasn’t affecting you at all. Maybe you were just exhausted from it, or probably because you weren’t so attracted to her. But, if you can admit, Natasha Romanoff is quite captivating herself. Especially with that husky deep tone of hers–

“Can I have a shower and a new set of clothes?” You asked.

“Of course,” Natasha walks to the closet and opens it, grabbing a few clothes and then placing them on the mattress. These were your clothes, by the way. And you have this feeling of wanting to get rid of them. She closes it and smiles softly at you. “I will have to lock this bedroom while you take your bath. I would like to join you but, I don’t think we are there yet.”

Of course, we aren’t. I’ll never let you touch me anyways. You nod and stand up from the mattress and grab the clothes that were on the mattress. Carefully, you walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind you. Finally, some alone time where you can think freely and not a psychopath who was beside you. Wanting you. You take a deep breath and disregard your clothes until you are fully naked. You got slimmer and your cheeks are getting more defined as soon as you were in this chamber with her. You got yourself inside of the isolated shower room and rinse yourself with warm water that was prickling against your skin. Soap is slathered all over your silky skin as you close your eyes in satisfaction. At least a shower would calm my mind. I want to stay here forever.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case since Natasha is knocking on the door loudly. Saying, “You’ve been there for way too long, detka. Come out now, or I’ll have to see you naked.”

There’s no way she’s going to see me naked. So you walked out of the shower and quickly dried yourself, wearing the clothes that she offered. You wish you could do your skincare, but the ones that you used weren’t here. Well, there goes your skin. You walked outside of the bathroom and saw Natasha waiting for you in bed. She smiled at you, her eyes averted to your body and gave a devilish smirk. Oh god, no.

“You’re so beautiful, so so beautiful.” Completely in awe, she says. You rolled your eyes and sat back down on the bed, which is the only thing you do at this point. You can’t walk outside or even take a look at the house. It’s kind of boring to be inside a room where no one talks to you except for a psychopath like her.

Out of curiosity, you asked. “Why me?”

“Hm?”

“Why me?” You asked again but this time, you look at her directly. Her eyes soften and tilt her head in adoration. Her hand was on your lap while the other one was on your cheeks, holding you so gently that you might get comfortable with that touch of hers.

“Ever since I met you, I felt the need to have you. You looked at me differently than anyone else and somehow my heart was telling me that you are the one. And it did not lie. Because you are the one for me, Kotenok.”

“You could’ve asked me out instead of kidnapping me,” You mumbled to her as you looked down at your feet, frightened to look at her green eyes that speak with evil. “This is too inhumane.”

“But I like the thrill of it, baby,” Natasha whimpered and pulled your chin up to look back at her. You groaned as she held it tightly. “I love it when you’re inside of my house, nowhere to be found. I love the way you’re just here and begging so you can go home. Unfortunately to your dismay, you’ll never come home. They’ll never find you because I’m yours forever as you are mine.”

This is so unhinged. You felt grossed out as soon as her hand lingered all over your exposed neck, chuckling to herself at how well you responded to her. She hums, then pecks your neck a little; smiling.

“You’re such a demonic human being.” You tell her. Her smile widens at the little name you gave her.

“Oh baby, you haven’t seen worse.”

“Natasha, can you just let me go? I promise you, I can try loving you the way you want me to! I just want this to be normal, a normal relationship! Let me love you naturally,” You begged for so many reasons. You begged for your dear life and also begged for her to let you go so you can run away from the woman as far as you can. You inwardly wish that you were still in boarding school, not witnessing this madness.

Natasha shakes her head while you are nodding frantically. You made both of your hands clasped together and pleaded to her with a desperate look in your eyes. She just smiled, still completely in awe of you, and whispered:

“You’re not going anywhere, detka. You belong to me.”

Then, your vulnerability takes over you and you begged even more. “Natasha, this isn’t normal! This is sick! I’m not some property you can own, I have a life out there too. Let me experience it, please! I just got out of boarding school!”

No matter how much you beg for your life or how much you plead with those puppy eyes of yours, Natasha will never let you go. You’re staying with her for good, and you just pray to the universe that somehow they’ll kill you off instead of being with someone who is truly the cruelest person that has ever lived.

“No,” Natasha stated simply and grabbed your jaw, bringing your face closer to her once again. Spitting out, she said: “You’re mine. You won’t survive out there, you’ll need me. You’re just a fucking pathetic slut who I own. I own you.”

She owns you.

[soulmate-game]

Hawkmoth was a bitch, and Marinette meant that with every fiber of her soul. Fu was also a bitch, and Marinette actually had good memories of the guy. Not many, but she had some. The fact that the guy got two ten-year-olds to become super heroes and fight a supervillain for him kinda soured those memories, though. But with Chat Noir not allowed to leave his house? Yeah, even as young as they were it only took about a year to find out who HawkMoth was and another year to take him down.

Except, that left Marinette alone. The final battle took her mom away, and Chat had to move out of Paris after his dad was arrested. Luckily Jagged allowed her and her papa to move into his house in Gotham, and everything was…

Well, it was okay. For about a month.

Then her dad was gone too, and she had no way to talk to Jagged, and the police were scaring her—

Yeah, that was the basic order of events that led to where she was now. Pushing fourteen years old, ex-superhero, protector of a magical box of gods, stealing the tires off of a very nice motorcycle.

Marinette was tempted to just take the whole thing, she loved bikes and knew she could drive it. But the thing had more security than she knew what to do with, and the fact that it belonged to Red Hood… she didn’t want to deal with trackers today, thanks. So the tires it was.

Should she maybe care more about the fact that she was stealing from a vigilante with a violent streak? Maybe. Did she? Hell no. For all she knew, maybe Red Hood was a bitch too. (Yes, she was still learning English slang. She was fluent by educational standards, but learning how to curse in a foreign language was fun and she still had a little bit to go. Her few street friends were very happy to help).

A shadow dropped down in front of her, and Marinette’s hero instincts kicked in. The tire iron she was using cut through the air, slamming right into the side of Red Hood’s knee.

—*—*—*—*—*

“Hood,” Batman’s voice grumbled over the comms, instantly grabbing the attention of everyone else who was on the comms. It wasn’t as gruff as he usually sounded, in fact it almost sounded like… he was trying not to laugh?

“Did you get gassed by Joker?” Dick asked before Jason got a chance to respond. “Need backup?”

“No,” Batman responded, sounding a little more composed. “Not a rogue. But Hood, I need you to join me at my location as soon as possible.”

Finally getting the chance to talk, Jason responded a little warily; “Sure, B. Wait,” he blinked at the location that was sent to him. “Isn’t that where my bike is parked?”

Batman didn’t respond at first, only the sound of labored breathing— again, as if he was trying not to laugh. “Just get here, Hood.”

Sighing, but not too mad since the night had been fairly quiet so far, Jason decided to humor the old man and head over. When he could see the cape-clad back of Batman, he easily leapt over the last roof and sauntered over.

“Okay, B,” he had his thumbs tucked in his pockets as he drawled. “What’s the issue?”

Batman was grinning. As in, actually showing amusement. And he just pointed down, straight at Hood’s bike.

Jason rolled his eyes under his helmet, turning to look. At first he didn’t see anything amiss, until he saw movement and looked harder. Oh. Oh, holy shit.

“Is that a kid?”

“Yep,” Batman’s grin grew.

“Is she… stealing my tires?” Hood was so, so glad he wore a helmet that hid his expression. Because… wow.

“Yep,” Batman finally lost his composure, chuckling. “This seems like Karma, don’t you think?”

“And you just watched her so you could rub it in,” Jason groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. Of course he would. Nobody knew it (except the other heroes who knew him) but Batman was a petty little jerk when he wanted to be. He bought the whole Daily Planet just to spite Clark, for crying out loud.

“Don’t adopt her,” Batman said as he stood up, patting Red Hood’s shoulder. “It looks like she’s almost done.”

“Shit,” Jason hissed, looking down to see that she was, actually, very close to being done. She had already had one tire completely free by the time he had arrived, and now she was only seconds away from getting the other one completely free.

He took a quick assessment— she was tiny, and really thin. Definitely a street kid, he thought, though he didn’t recognize her. He knew most of the street kids that stole to get by, nowadays, which meant she must have been fairly new. But even though she seemed to know what she was doing, her small frame made her take longer unscrewing the tires than it normally would have taken. Sure that she wasn’t a threat by any stretch of the imagination, he jumped down. His plan had been to startle her a little by showing up out of nowhere, but he didn’t want to scare her too badly. Just make her jump a little.

But he had underestimated her, it seemed. Without wasting a second, she jumped up and swung her tire iron at his knee. He cursed, she was a lot faster than her had been expecting. He was able to move so that the weapon only clipped the side of his knee, his knee pad thankfully taking the worst of it. She still hit hard enough to make him stumble and hiss in pain though, which was an accomplishment.

That’s when she abandoned her weapon and her tires, darting to try and escape only for Batman to drop down and block her escape. Though really, it was the grin Batman had that scared the girl most of all, apparently, making her slowly back away from him.

“Please stop smiling,” she begged with a faint French accent to her words. “It is not natural.”

That made Red Hood laugh, already recovered and right behind her. He plopped a gloved hand on her head.

“I know, it’s creepy right?” He joked. “What’cha doin’ stealing my tires, kid? I kinda need them to drive anywhere,” he was careful to keep his voice light and devoid of any anger. He wasn’t really upset, all told. It would be hypocritical of him if he was.

She looked between the two vigilantes for a moment, clear intelligence behind those bright blue eyes as she seemed to consider something. Suddenly she pulled away from Red Hood and stepped away from his reach, straightening up and trying to look tall.

“My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she said as firmly as she could. “My father was Tom Dupain, he was killed in a mugging three months ago. We were living in a house that our family friend leant to us after my mother’s death six months ago, and we moved here from Paris. I haven’t been able to contact him, and the police… I don’t trust them,” she admitted, clearly seeing this as the chance she had been waiting for. “I have been living on the streets since my father died. I am sorry for trying to steal your tires, Monsieur Red Hood. But it was a risk I had to take.”

“Did you expect us to catch you?” He asked, crossing his arms as he re-evaluated the girl. She was a lot stronger than he had assumed earlier, both physically and mentally. She seesawed her hand to indicate ‘kinda’.

“Even if you didn’t, I could make good money off your tires,” she justified with a shrug. “To me, I would win either way.”

“Who is your family friend? Can he help you now, take you in?” Batman asked, moving forward and kneeling down to be closer to Marinette’s height. Neither he nor Jason had missed the part where she was an orphan, but they had expected that considering what they had caught her doing. And they both knew that she wasn’t likely to take any apologies they tried to offer very well. It was best not to show pity, or she might get angry.

Marinette frowned. “... Our family friend is Jagged Stone. He lets me call him Uncle Jagged,” she told them, clearly expecting the disbelieving grunts they gave. “I mean it! You can call him, he might even be looking for me! I—“

“We know,” Hood assured her, now kneeling down as well. Man, she was short. “Calm down, we know you’re telling the truth. Jagged has made several public announcements about his missing honorary niece, we just didn’t recognize your name right away. And Jagged doesn’t have access to very many pictures of you, those he does have the Mayor isn’t allowing him to show because that spineless jackass—“

“Language, Hood.”

“—Cares more about keeping bad press off the air than finding a kid, even if it’s a world famous rockstar who’s asking. That’s probably why you haven’t heard anything, the mayor’s keeping it off the radio and not many reporters are brave enough to take the story and get on his bad side.”

“Oh…” Marinette took a deep breath, fighting the tears that were threatening to rise up. “He has been looking…” she sniffled, curling in on herself a little. “Can you take me to him?”

“I think we can do that,” Batman agreed, standing up. “I’ll contact him. Red Hood, can you handle everything here until I give you a place to meet up with Jagged Stone?”

Jason nodded. “No problem, B. Come on, little rabid pixie. Step one of gettin’ you back to your uncle is to help me fix my bike back up.”

Marinette sighed, shoulders dropping. “All my hard work, undone…” she playfully complained. But in the end she didn’t argue or fight against it, she just sat down and helped him reattach his tires.

All the while, Jason’s family kept teasing him over the comms. Clearly they were also thoroughly amused by the cosmic display of karma.

“...Monsieur Hood,” Marinette asked once they were done repairing the motorcycle and he had given her his too-big extra helmet. He tilted his head a bit to show he was listening. She squirmed. “Can… can we stop by my hideout? I have something really important I have to get.”

Jason smiles gently under his mask. She might not have been a street kid for very long, but she really did bring back some memories for him. He got on his bike and held a hand out to her.

“Sure thing kid. Wanna grab something to eat after? Can’t have a reunion on an empty stomach.”

She gave him a lopsided smile— not quite overjoyed, but definitely hopeful and thankful. Maybe this was the end of her streak of bad luck, she could only hope.

“Only if you don’t mind, Monsieur Hood,” she agreed before taking his hand and letting him help her onto the bike.

“No skin off my back, pixie,” he assured her. Then they were off. He followed her directions until they got to an abandoned building about three miles away, not in a good part of town at all but at least not in crime alley. Marinette easily led him through the building, skirting around other piles of ratty blankets and up broken stairs until they got to the badly-maintained top floor. She led him over to an almost invisible door in the concrete wall that pulled out to reveal what was probably a broom closet once upon a time. It was crowded with what looked like junk and empty boxes, along with a few blankets and two or three changes of clothes that were clearly her’s. A few belongings scattered around— a book, a small pink purse, and… Marinette came out of the pile of mess holding what had clearly been a very carefully hidden box. She also grabbed the purse and slung it over her shoulder, but didn’t seem worried about anything else.

Jason frowned at the box. It wasn’t that big, but it was clearly made of old wood. There were intricate carvings that were painted pink, in a symbol that was itching at the back of his mind. He recognized that symbol, but from where?

“Ready to go, kid?” He asked as he thought about it, getting a nod from Marinette. Twenty minutes later they were at a Batburger, sitting in a shaded booth that couldn’t be seen from the street.

She never let the box out of her sight. She kept it on the seat next to her, and Jason noticed that she tried to keep one hand on it at all times. But when she spoke, now her French accent stood out to him even more than before. But why—?

And then it clicked. Paris. Hawkmoth. Ladybug, Chat Noir, magic artifacts called Miraculous. Wonder Woman had raised a fuss when the heroes disappeared, declaring that something was wrong but she couldn’t put her finger on what. Then the magic users they trusted were called in, and returned from Paris with the grim news that the former Guardian of those artifacts had activated a failsafe and passed the guardianship on to someone else while erasing his own memories at the same time. But nobody knew who he could have passed it on to, so Batman had been given the green light to do all the research he and his team could into the Miraculous box to try and help track it down.

And here it was. The carvings were in pink now, which might have been the “cosmetic change” that Constantine had mentioned might happen when the box changed guardians. He had found the box full of super powerful magical artifacts… in the hands of a newly orphaned street kid who couldn’t have been older than fourteen at best.

What the hell?

“...” Red hood reached into his pocket and pulled out an old receipt and a sharpie. He scrawled on the back of the receipt and handed to Marinette. The girl was halfway into a bite of her burger when he did, and blinked at him owlishly before swallowing and cautiously reaching out to grab it. She frowned at the numbers scrawled there.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“My contact info,” he explained. “I won’t ask questions about why you have that box,” he watched her instantly stiffen but continued as casually as he could; “but it doesn’t matter. You can call me if you ever need help with anything, kid. Help with that box, help if you get in trouble in Gotham again, or even if you’re having a bad day. You can call me for whatever, got it? I don’t care if you think it’s stupid, if you can’t talk to anyone else in your life you can always call or text me and I’ll do whatever I can. Got it?”

“...” Marinette sniffled for a second and looked down at the table in silence for a second. “... what if I want your motorcycle?” she joked, but the watery tone of her voice gave her away.

Jason laughed, patting her head. “I need my bike, but we can talk about getting you your own once you are old enough to get a license. You almost done? Bats says that Jagged is ready to meet you, I can take you to him right now.”

“Yeah, lets go!” she was newly energized and shoved the last bite of burger into her mouth greedily. “And Red Hood?” She asked as they headed out to where he had parked.

“Yeah, kid?”

“Thanks.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Permanent tag list (I remembered it this time!)

@rosalineandrosemary @neakco @justanotherfanficlovinbitch @trippingovermyfeet @certainmuffinbagelcalzone @bigpicklebananatree @fantasylover-92 @prongs-flowers @jumpingjoy82 @prettylittlebutterflie @queenz-z @literaryhiraeth @waffelyunsure @deathssilentapproach-blog @waiting247 @theirlmikan @unoriginalmess

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

🌒 🌑 🌘

Werewolf Billy Russo x Female Reader

Part 6 in my 🌙 series!

Read the previous part here.

Warnings ⚠️: Sexual assault attempt, canon typical violence, mentions of blood and murder.

He's sitting at his desk when the feeling of anger, followed by pure terror shoots down his spine. His wolf begins raging in his head, screaming at him to go to you. He sucks in a breath and drops his pen in shock. He stands abruptly, fishing his phone out of his pocket and dialing one of his employees. The man answers on the first ring.

"Where is she?"

"At LAVO Nightclub. Just saw her a few minutes ago heading to the restrooms."

He feels the fear intensify. He grabs his keys, moving to the door.

"Find her. Now."

Lights strobe around you as you laugh and pull away from your group, telling them you'll be right back.

It wasn't exactly the best idea to head to a club with some friends you hadn't completely trusted. In your usual group, they wouldn't have let you wander off alone, preferring to have a buddy system in place at clubs. You honestly should have known better, but your usual group had cancelled on you and you really wanted to go out. You'd been out several times in the last two weeks, hoping to distract yourself from your super hot werewolf ex boyfriend.

You couldn't find the damn bathroom, but you knew it was around here somewhere. Why did every hallway look the exact same?

You stumble into a dimly lit room, the music hums a low pulse in the background. It's low enough that you hear a quiet whimper.

The door closes behind you, cutting off all sound from outside. The room must be soundproof.

"Lee, is that you?" You hear a man's roughened voice, followed by another whimper. You move around the wall of boxes blocking your view.

You see a man's back, he's pressing a smaller person against a table. She's pushing at him, but she's not making any progress.

Your body fills and overflows with rage. You hated men like this. Men that took what wasn't theirs to take.

You don't know where it comes from, but suddenly you're gripping this man by his shoulders and tearing him away from the smaller figure.

"Get away!" You growl.

You move to stand defensively between the man and the clearly too drunk woman.

You don't hesitate to move forward, slamming your shin into his groin and crunching the heel of your palm into his nose. The man crumples to his knees, his hands cupping his nose that you most definitely broke.

You turn to the woman, who is full on sobbing, her clothes are just a little dishevelled. You reach for her gently and support her legs and help her move towards the door.

You pull the door open and help her out. At the same moment, your hair is gripped and you feel your body being pulled back. You panic and push the girl forward, you watch her stumble into the hallway before the door closes in front of you.

"Fucking bitch." He hisses, pulling you by the hair further into the room. You beat and scratch at his arms and whatever else you can reach, hoping that his grip loosens. You try to claw at the sensitive areas of his face, but you don't seem to hit any.

He throws you to the ground roughly, and delivers a sharp slap to your cheek. Your face stings, but it doesn't stop you from trying to get to your feet.

He kicks you back to the floor easily, without effort.

"I'm gonna enjoy killing you, bitch." He grunts, pulling a switchblade from his pocket.

You're not dying like this, you decide. You close your eyes and let the fear and rage fill you, you pull at the source until it’s all you can feel.

You tug one of your shoes off and aim it at his face. It hits him square in the head, followed by the other shoe. This gives you the time you need to get to your feet.

He swings his hand out, and you step back, away from the knife. You raise your arms defensively, stopping him from hitting anywhere vital. When he swings again, you slam your fist into his hand, knocking the knife loose. It clatters somewhere in the room.

He rushes you then, and you barely have time to think before your body is slammed into the nearest wall, your vision blurs for a moment before you feel his hand clench around your throat. You beat and scratch at his face, trying to break free.

You try to stay consious, but your vision begins to  swim as you try to gasp in air. 

Damn, you think.

Suddenly he's pulled off of you, and you crumple to your hands and knees, struggling to breathe. You hear a familiar voice giving stern orders, but your vision is too blurry to focus.

You feel a hand on your shoulder and you push it away, waiting for your body to catch up. Slowly, his face comes into focus.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" Billy asks.

You feel your senses sharpen. You straighten easily. Looking around, you spot the man on the ground, one of Billy's men is pointing a gun at him.

You dismiss Billy's concerned tone.

"Did you find her?" You rasp.

"Yeah, she's back with her friends- safe. They're taking her to the hospital to get her checked out."

Good.

You move past Billy, walking toward the man. Rage consumes you. It's all you can see, all you can taste. You want his blood on your hands.

When you try to move within arms reach of him, Billy tries to stop you, but you sidestep easily.

You don't hesitate to kick the man in the groin repeatedly.

His groan of pain is music to your ears, and you grunt angrily when someone's hands tug you away.

"Get your hands off me!" You shout at Billy as he pulls you out of the room. You step away from him, feeling the rage inside you reach a boiling point.

"Easy, princess, you're safe."

You finally look at him, really look at him. His face is scrunched with worry. His knuckles are bloody and his eyes flash amber briefly as he looks at you. He wants to hold you, it physically pains him to not be able to comfort you when you're so clearly in distress.

"You okay?" He asks softly.

You close your eyes and suck in a deep breath. When you exhale, you imagine the anger leaving your body. It helps some, your brain no longer flooded with pure rage.

"I'm alright." You lie. You weren't alright. You wanted to go back in there and tear that man to pieces. How dare he try to hurt other people? How dare he touch what isn't his?

You blink in surprise at that last intrusive thought.

"There's another guy, someone named Lee, that's the guy he was expecting when I walked in."

Billy nods in understanding, "We'll get him, Y/N, don't worry."

You believed him. You knew how Billy felt about sexual assault, the way he hated those kind of people. He would go to the ends of the earth to exact vengeance on rapists.

You nod, turning and walking away from him.

"Where're you goin?" He asks.

You turn back to him, confused, "Home?"

He sighs,

"You should see a doctor."

You shake your head, "I'm good, I just wanna go home." You pause in thought, "Maybe I should go to the police." You mumble.

"Probably not, he's not going to live that long." Billy says casually. You look at him in surprise. He only shrugs.

You sigh in acceptance, your cheek throbs.

"Okay, bye." You turn to walk away.

You only realised he followed you after you exit the club.

"Come back to my place." He suggests.

You snort.

"Yeah? For me to ask you questions and get no answers? I'm good."

You stick your arm out, trying to hail a cab.

"Let me at least take you home. Don't want you taking a cab alone."

You turn back to him.

"Billy-"

"Please? I just need to know you're okay."

You study his pleading face for a moment. He was probably going to use this against you later, but what the hell, you really could use a safe space right about now.

"Fine." You throw your hands up in defeat.

He nods, reaching forward to take your hand in his, before guiding you along to his car. You sit quietly in the passenger seat, staring at your sock- clad feet.

"I left my shoes behind." You say as he gets in the car. He inclines his head in acknowledgement.

"I also didn't tell my friends I was leaving." You continue, "Oh, I also left my phone-"

"-I'll get it back, Y/N, don't worry, I'll handle it."

You clamp your mouth shut and stare forward, your body shaking with adrenaline.

"Cold?" He asks slowly.

"N-no." You say, continuing to shake, "Dunno what's happening."

He extends his open hand to you.

"Would holding my hand help?"

You look down at the offending limb. You think about it, reaching out and placing your hand in his, his warm touch, his soothing grip. Fingers that once wrung so much pleasure out of you that you could barely remember your name.

"It probably would help. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna do it." You say stubbornly.

You feel a sharp pang in your chest, and you suck in a breath to let it pass through you. It's at least distracted you from the rage you were feeling earlier.

You peek at him while he drives. You want to ask him so many things. Like how did he know you were in trouble? Was he following you? No, he probably hired the other guy to follow you. How did he find you? Probably by some wolfy scent thing.

You want to ask, but you also don't want to engage him in any more conversation than necessary, his self respect comment still fresh in your mind.

He's constantly looking over at you from his seat, you try to ignore him completely.

He's aching. He's furious. He's burning with regret.

He could have lost you tonight, and it would have been his fault. He should've been there with you, he shouldn’t have left you alone. He's sorry he ever hurt you in the first place. The way you walked away from him, the way you pushed him off and refused to accept his comfort made him feel like he was dying. His wolf whimpers in need, pleading to touch you, to comfort you like he's supposed to after something like this.

He actually felt the tug, when you'd channelled his rage. It had saved your life. Maybe you were capable of handling his emotions through the bond?

Regardless, he was over this pushing you away shit the minute he felt your fear. He never wanted to leave your side ever again. Soulmate or not, you were his.

~

A/N: Jesus Christ I almost didn't finish this in time. Aaaaaaa

[nightowlfandom]

Billy Loomis And Stu Macher x Reader- Our Favorite Girl (Slight gore warning)

CHECK OUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!

Leggo!

...(Trigger warning, stabby stab)

“Hey newbie!” 

You looked up from your textbook to find Stu Macher prancing up to you. With a polite smile, you greeted him.

“Hi Stuart.” you said. “How are you?”

“Hey! I said you didn’t have to be so ‘oooh hi Stuart I’m so prim and proper.’ “ he laughed out loud. “We’re friends aren’t we?” 

“I guess so.” you laughed nervously. “ Um...what’s up?”

“I’m havin’ a party and you’re coming!”

“Parties?” You frowned. “I-uh...” you wanted to reject the idea. You hated parties and your parents would probably blow a fuse if they knew what was going on around town. ‘Stuart, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not, kitten?” he winked. “Afraid to be seen with little ol’ me?” there was a darkness behind his words that you couldn’t ignore. “Don’t like being out after dark?”

“I’m not the partying type is all.” you shrugged. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not the most popular person around here.” you stared down at your shoes. “I just don’t wanna ruin your party. I’m the last person you wanna be seen with.”

“It’d make me real happy, kitten.” he stepped forward and slipped his fingertips under your chin and made you look up. “Please? Just for a few minutes.”

Call it weakness, but you couldn’t say no to him.

“Okay.” you smiled lightly. “I’ll go”

“Great! Don’t worry, it’ll be super memorable.” he winked as he skipped off. 

Later on, you were walking to your locker only to bump into Adam. Typical bully. “Hey Y/N. Heard you were going to Macher’s party tonight...you gonna wear a dress for me?”

“No.” you answered curtly. “It’s amazing how you don’t seem to have anything better to do other than shove your nose into my business.” you hugged your books to your chest. “Can I go now?.”

“Hey...is there a problem?” you turned around to find Billy Loomis stalking up to you. You had seem him a handful of times but never actually talked to him before. “You...where do I know you from?”

“I sit behind you in English. We had a project together once.” you replied sheepishly. “Stuart forces me to sit between him and his girlfriend at lunch when they’re fighting. You talk to me from time to time...”

“Stuart...” he raised an eyebrow. “You mean Stu?”

“mhm! You probably don’t remember me because I never reply...” you nodded. 

“You goin’ to his party or somethin’?”

“He asked me to go.” you trailed off. “You’re going too, right?”

“ Why? Excited to meet me there?”“ he smirked, totally ignoring Adam at this point. 

“I mean...” you stared down at your books. “I was hoping someone I’d know would be there.”

Billy raised an eyebrow at you. You gave off a shy aura and for some reason he was into that. He and Stu had been planning a massacre, and they were gonna blame that damned Sydney Prescott. It was the perfect crime. 

“Hm...I’ll see you there.” he winked at you, then sent a death-bringing glare at Adam. “Problem, handsome?” he sneered as he passed the athlete.

... at the party

“Not even three hours in and I have to hide...” you cursed yourself out. “Damn asshole...!” 

Adam was informed that you had arrived and was looking for you, shit!

You ran into the kitchen, losing your breath. “Billy?” 

The suspect in question whipped around. Billy was holding what you assumed was the house phone and instantly hung it up. “Hey...”

“Am I glad to see you.” you sighed.

“Somethin wrong?” 

Billy was in the middle of executing his plan, but for some reason he couldn’t help but want to talk to you. 

“Adam is looking for me.” you sighed. “Could I...stay here with you? Please?”

Billy smiled, darting out his tongue to run across his bottom lip. You were absolutely adorable. “I have a better idea.” he smirked, walking up to you. “Why don’t we send him a little message?”

“You have a girlfriend.” you put a hand on Billy’s chest. “I c-can’t.”

“Not anymore...she dumped me for Randy.” he tusked. ”Figures right?”

“Well...that’s her fault...you’re pretty cool.” you bit your lip.

“So...” Billy tilted your head up towards you. “Let me-”...he gently kissed your lips. While it felt wrong, you melted into him. He held the side of your face in his hand. Sidney wasn’t your friend, not by a longshot, but you still respected her. The fact that Billy was so willing to kiss you, like this.

“For once...stop worrying about other people.” he mumbled against your lips. “Just live in the moment...shit I know what I want...you know what you want...so act on it damnit.”

“Are we still talking about getting Adam off me back or-”

“Shush...don’t think.”

“Kinda hard to when your girlfriend is in the other room”

“Shut up.” he shushed you, tightening his arms around you. You kissed him back with just as much urgency. How would the others react, seeing this...seeing you. Billy backed you up against the counter. Before it could get any farther, you both heard screaming, girlish screaming. 

“What the hell was that?” you asked, feeling your heart race.

“Stay here.” Billy ran in the direction of the noise, leaving you to stand there in terror.

You could hear screams and cries for help, followed by what sounded like gleeful laughter. You were left frozen in place as a man with a mask on his face kicked open the kitchen door. 

You immediately braced yourself with a kitchen knife.

“Stay back!” you warned. “I will cut you!”

“Easy kitten, I’m not gonna kill ya.”

Call it ignorance. Call it instinct, but there was something familiar about the way this stranger spoke to you.

“What did you just say?” you dared ask this man. “Did you just call me kitten?”

“You’re naive, childish...and adorable...like a little kitty cat.” the way he laughed under the mask led you to believe he was laughing with his tongue stuck out.

There was only one person that you knew who spoke like that. You slowly lowered the knife and walked up to him cautiously. The figure didn’t move in the slightest. You were standing toe to toe with him. 

You cautiously raised the mask only revealing the bottom half of the strangers face...only they weren’t a stranger.

“Stu.” you concluded.

“....You said my name.” he flirted.

“Care to explain?”

“In a bit...got something to take care of.” he straightened his mask again before disappearing again.

It was only less than a minute before Stu came quite literally crawling back into the kitchen.

Stu doubled over, holding his stomach as you rushed over to his side. “Stu?” you put a hand on his forehead. “Stu, please don’t be dead!” you winced. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” That damn Sidney...she must have had something to do with this.

“Y/N...it hurts.” Stu moaned in pain. “Hold me?” 

You wasted no time in gathering him to the best of your abilities. He rested his head in your knee. You hummed thoughtfully, shushing him while you used his sweater to apply pressure to his stab wound.

“Y/N, are you sure you aren’t an angel?” He shamelessly flirted, smiling through his pain.

“No, I’m not.” you giggled. ”Save your energy.”

“I’d have more if you just gave me those lips of yours...” he winked. Just to shut him up, you kissed his forehead. 

“Not what I meant, but works for me.”

 As you chided the poor boy, Sydney ran into the kitchen, screaming at the top of her lungs while Billy also wounded stumbled behind. 

“Billy??” you gasped in horror. Seeing you must have caused him to loose his footing, because he slowed his movements. You laid Stu on his back and urged him keep his sweater over his wound. 

You scrambled to your feet, eyeing Sidney with a glare no one had ever seen you wear.

“Y/N! You’ve got to believe me! They’ve been the ones doing this.”

“I find that really hard to believe that when you were just standing over Stu with a bloody knife.” you seethed. “Your own boyfriend? Really?” you dared step closer.

“Y/N! They’re manipulating you!” she began crying. “You have to see it!” She was obviously hysterical.

“Then give me the knife.” you faked calm, cautiously stepping towards her. “Give me the knife...and we can-” you stopped yourself. You looked over at Billy, praying he wouldn’t be mad. “We’ll call the cops.” you you held your hand out.

“WHAT?” Billy seethed. You avoided his gaze. Hopefully he wouldn’t sense your fear. 

“Trust me...” you said, just barely above a whisper. You were mostly talking to Billy, but had to make it look like it was directed at her. “We can get out of this...”

Sidney (very stupidly) outstretched her hand, the one that was holding the knife. Once it was within your reach, you grabbed her wrist, and grabbed the blade with your free hand, throwing it to the side. You tackled to to the floor and held her down.

“Crazy bitch.” you mumbled. She began thrashing, and screaming bloody murder. You were eventually able to get the best of her. “Whoever is the least dead...COPS...NOW!” You struggled as Sidney screamed. “This bitch is out of her mind!.”

“I have a better idea.” A seemingly fine, and now very much not dead Stu rose to his feet, a sick smile plastered on his face. The knife had slid over to him and you hadn’t even realized. You were too focused on keeping Sidney on the floor.

Suddenly you were yanked back into Billy’s arms as a sharp object came down from above, plunging through Sidney’s chest. 

“Oh my god!” you buried your head into Billy’s shirt, trying to block out the terrible sounds you heard the terrible sounds of skin ripping. 

“Shhh it’s over babe.” He shushed you. “It’s okay.” he stroked your hair with his bloody hand. Stu laughed manically as he wiped the sweat off his face. 

“Some party huh.” Stu cackled. He wasted no time in sandwiching you between himself and Billy.

“You had us thinking you’d betray us, Kitten.” Stu dug his head into your shoulder.

“Y/N would never do that to us...she’s our good girl.”

“You guys are-”

“Absolutely.”

“And this party was-”

“Smart girl.”

“And now that you know our little secret, we’re never letting you go, kitten!” Stu laughed. 

“And if you tell anyone, we’ll have no choice but to take you down with us...but you won’t do that to us, will you?” Billy asked, nuzzling his head into your neck.

[la-undercover-latina]

Greek Temper- Biersack Family

Summary: We know Amber Lee-Biersack suffered PPD after having her daughter Addison was born. But what planted the seed in her head that turned her into a gym rat the second her doctor cleared her?

A/N: I used Google Translate for the one Greek word in here.

T/W: Fighting, Cursing, drinking, and body shaming

January 7th, 2017

Black Veil was celebrating Jinxx’s birthday, and this was the first time since Addison was born that Andy and Amber hung out with the guys in a group without their newborn.

“Happy birthday man,” Amber told Jinxx who gave her a smile.

“Thanks Amber. You know it’s become weird to not see you either pregnant or carrying Andy’s little twin,” he joked.

“Are we sure that the first one isn’t still true?” Ashley murmured, but Amber’s sober ears picked up on it. Especially after about six weeks of learning how to listen for any little peep that the newborn made during the night.

“Ashley, what the fuck did you just say about me?” Amber demanded, anger kindling in her hazel eyes. Ashley acted as if he didn’t hear her.

“Kitten, ju-just chill,” Andy told her with a goofy smile. The two of you tried your best to stay away from liquor unless it was a special occasion. But Andy had already had quite a few drinks and after not drinking for so long consistently, his tolerance crashed through the floor.

“Really Andrew?” Amber demanded, turning her anger towards her husband before sending a text to Ella quickly.

‘Hey, I know it’s a lot to ask but can you keep Addison overnight? I’ll tell you later’

“Oh shit,” CC raised his hands, knowing that Amber inherited her father’s temper when provoked. And the fact that she used Andy’s whole name didn’t bode well for the lead singer.

“It’s Jinxx’s birthday. Don’t make a scene baby girl,” Andy tried to calm her down, not realizing she called him by his legal first name.

“You’re gonna let him get away with calling me fat? While my body is still recovering from pushing our big ass baby out of my vagina!” Her voice started to raise and she was suddenly blocked by Jake.

“C’mon. I need to talk to you outside about Addison,” he told her, grabbing her arm gently and pulling her out of the living room and on Jinxx’s patio.

“Don’t you dare try to defend Ashley,” Amber threatened the one of two best friends of her husband’s band.

“I’m not. I actually did want to ask if you needed me to take Addison so you can take a day for yourself,” Jake offered a smile.

“Oh so you want godbaby cuddles, is that it?” Amber joked, relaxing ever so slightly.

“Please, I get cuddles whenever I want. But I read on Reddit that new moms need time to be themselves again to reduce the chance of postpartum depression,” Jake admitted with another shrug.

“Yeah that would be nice. I’ll let you know once this shit storm settles,” Andy had made his way to the patio. Thankfully Jinxx lived on the ground floor.

“H-hey Jake. Can I talk to Amber?” He asked with a hiccup and Jake flashed a look to Amber who gave a tiny nod. Jake left the married couple on the porch to hear CC and Jinxx bitching Ashley out for being a dick.

“Dude, how fucking stupid are you? She just had his big ass baby. If something happens, it’s on you,” CC’s voice turned threatening, which was a rarity for the drummer who was usually happy go lucky.

“If something happens to my best friend or godchild, I’m skinning you alive,” Jake threatened.

“Maybe you should just go chill in the back room dude,” Jinxx told Ashley, after his eyes wandered to a red faced Amber on his porch. It would be best for everyone if Amber didn’t see Ashley.

“Stop coddling her,” Ashley bit back.

“A little constructive criticism never hurt anyone. Maybe it’ll get her back in the gym. She used to have a banging body and now since she got pregnant, she’s not the same,” he shrugged.

“For a guy that gets so much ass on the road, you have no idea how the female human body works. She’s still recovering from her body being stretched and going through actual trauma. It’s gonna take some time for her body to get back to normal,” Jake snapped.

“What the actual fuck Andy! You let him talk about me like that IN FRONT OF YOU! I don’t give a flying fuck if you’re drunk. You obviously know how to speak considering you used to do whole ass shows drunk off your ass. So why can’t you defend me from that kólos?! (Greek for Asshole)” Amber yelled, her tanned cheeks turning an angry red.

Sign #2 that Amber was pissed without having to see her face: she switched to Greek.

“Baby, you’re being,”

“Do NOT say I’m being sensitive. It was clear as day. Jinxx said that it’s weird to not see me pregnant or carrying Addison in my arms and Ashley literally went,” Amber started to imitate Ashley, stupid face and all.

“Are we sure the first one isn’t true?” Her voice and face went back to normal.

“How the fuck am I supposed to take that?!” Amber demanded.

“I mean baby, you are still a little bi-” Andy remarked and Amber never thought she would see the day but she slapped Andy.

But today was the day.

“Don’t you dare come home,” her voice came out venomous as she opened the glass sliding door and grabbed her purse before heading to the street where she was parked.

She called the one person that would understand what she was going through completely.

“Hey Amber, is everything alright?” Her aunt Taylor answered the phone.

“Hi honey!” Heather spoke from her spot next to Taylor.

“Mama, Mama #2 I’m coming over,” Amber tried to keep the tears at bay, but both moms went on high alert.

“What happened baby girl?” Heather asked and Taylor got up to unlock the door.

“Are you guys at Aunt Taylor’s mama?” She asked and Heather sighed, hearing the note in her baby’s voice.

“We’re at Aunt Taylor’s,” Heather responded softly.

“Daddy isn’t there, is he?” Amber asked, knowing how overprotective Tommy was of her, especially since she got pregnant and still since she gave birth.

“No he and Uncle Nikki are at the studio,” Taylor answered. By now, Amber was pulling into the street that would lead her to the Sixx household. Luckily the roads were pretty empty, relatively speaking for Los Angeles. Also, Jinxx didn’t live far from the Sixx’s.

Amber’s car skidded to a stop and she got out of it with her mascara running down her cheeks and she opened the door, hiccups leaving her lips.

“Amber sweetie, what’s wrong?” Taylor asked when she saw the door open and the new mom come in with mascara running down her face.

“Where’s Andy?” Heather asked, taking a peek through the still open door.

“I left his ass at Jinxx’s,”

“C’mon baby,” Taylor steered her away from the door and into the kitchen, Heather hot on her heels.

“Sit down and hug your momma while momma #2 makes you some tea,” Taylor told her while Heather stood next to Amber sitting at the breakfast bar, and held her shoulders while Amber’s head laid on her mother’s shoulder.

“Sweetie,” Heather started before her best friend cut her off.

“Heather, hold off until she gets the tea,” Taylor told her best friend softly while the water boiled and she grabbed the chamomile tea bags.

Amber pulled her phone out of her pocket when she felt it buzz.

A picture of Andy and her holding Addison filled the screen and Amber tossed her phone on the counter.

“The fucking voicemail can take that,” she growled. Once it did go to voicemail, Heather peeked at it to see a text from Ella.

“Baby, Ella said she’ll keep Addison overnight for you. She’ll just need more milk to last her,” Heather started to rub circles into Amber’s back.

“Alright sweetie, some chamomile tea,” Taylor slid the mug of tea to Amber and she got up to give Taylor a bone crushing hug.

“Thanks,”

“It’s completely alright baby,” Taylor told her, before Amber pulled away and sat down taking a sip of tea.

“He let Ashley call me fat,” Amber finally spoke. The dynamic mom duo were just going to wait until she was ready to talk to find out what happened.

“What?” Heather asked, not being able to picture it in her head.

“Ashley needs to be taken out back to find his own switch,” Taylor growled, her own protective nature coming out.

“Not until after I hit him with a car,” Heather added.

“So what happened before that? Last I knew, you guys were celebrating Jinxx’s birthday at his place,” Taylor prodded while Heather continued to rub Amber’s back and ensure she kept drinking the tea.

“We were. Jinxx made a joke how it’s weird that I’m not pregnant or holding Addy. And then,” she took another sip.

“The fucking kólos said that I still looked pregnant,” Tears welled in her hazel eyes and Heather brought her head to her shoulder.

“Baby I’m so sorry,” The moms didn’t have to know any more to put the missing pieces together. Andy didn’t stand up for his wife.

“I’m his fucking wife for the gods sake. Had someone done that in front of daddy or Uncle Nikki, that person would be six feet under,”

“You’re not wrong baby,” Heather continued the circles before looking at Amber’s phone to see another call from Andy.

“Yes?” Heather answered.

“H-hey Heather,” the frontman was shitting bricks, getting sober pretty fucking quick. The fact that Heather answered his wife’s phone meant there was a ticking clock above him before his father in law and Nikki found out. He knew he fucked up when Amber slapped him so hard it just stopped stinging a few minutes ago.

“Put his ass on speaker,” Taylor ordered, ready to deliver a verbal ass whooping.

“Andrew Dennis bless your heart,” Taylor mumbled under her breath, pinching the bridge of her nose before continuing.

“How fucking dare you let that little asshole talk about Amber and not defend her? After all y’all have been through, for you to just stand there with your thumb up your ass,” Taylor demanded, the southern coming out strong. For the most part, she’d lost her accent, but it always came out when she was tipsy, sad, or pissed.

“Heather, Taylor, I’m-”

“We’re not the one you need to apologize to,” Taylor spoke before hanging up.

—-

“Shit,” Andy mumbled, looking at his phone.

“So are you a dead man walking?” CC asked, stepping outside to see Andy pacing and as pale as a ghost.

“Not yet. She’s with Heather and Taylor. When Tommy or Nikki find out about this, I will be,” he spoke.

“Plus they’re right, I should’ve stood up for her. She’s my fucking wife and mother of my child,” Andy ran his hands down his face.

“Yeah you should’ve. Amber shouldn’t have felt the need to leave. I will say though, the little Greek got you good,” CC commented. The red handprint was still vibrant against Andy’s ivory cheek.

“Has the princess not calmed down yet?” Ashley asked, stepping outside and grabbing a smoke.

“Dude, you called a new mom fat. I’m surprised she didn’t go all Tommy Lee on your ass,” CC remarked, before sitting on one of the patio chairs.

“She still probably will the next time she sees him. And if I’m going down, you’re going down with me,” Andy looked at his bassist, not knowing if the love of his life was going to forgive him or not.

“You better hope to God that I don’t lose my wife over this,” Andy growled before grabbing his phone and calling an Uber to Taylor’s. He needed to see her.

—

After twenty minutes, a car pulled in front of the Sixx house and Taylor peeped through the window.

“Aw hell nah! Amber baby, go get me my belt or a hanger from the closet,” Taylor told her before cracking open the door.

“Boy, you better hope you got a tennis bracelet in your pocket for that poor girl,” Taylor spoke as she saw the frontman get out of the Uber.

“Andy, you’re so lucky Tommy and Nikki are at the studio,” Heather told him, coming to stand beside Taylor. It was almost comical. With Andy standing at 6’4 and the moms standing at 5’5 and 5’3, they had to look up at him.

“Please, can I see her?” Andy asked, his voice cracking as tears filled his eyes.

“That depends,” Heather crossed her arms.

“On what?” Andy asked.

“If she wants to see you,” Heather told him. Taylor walked back to the couch where Amber was sat texting Ella about what happened, and how the moms had it covered.

“Baby, Andy’s here and he wants to see you. Your momma and I told him it’s up to you. You can always stay here as long as you’d like if you don’t wanna see him,” Taylor offered.

She would never want any of the kids to feel like they had to stay in a situation where they didn’t feel 1000% loved.

“Yeah, bring him in. But can you and mama sit in the kitchen and listen in?” Amber asked softly.

“Oh that’s what I was planning on doing anyway,” Taylor smiled and kissed the top of her curls before walking over to see Heather still guarding the door and opening it farther so Andy could enter.

“C’mon Heather, let’s give them space,” Taylor said quietly as she steered the fellow mom to the kitchen. The blonde’s face looked outraged until she realized what Taylor had planned.

Andy stepped into the living room to see his wife staring at the ring he put on her finger three years ago and the band he put on her almost two years ago.

“You know, if there was one person I counted on to fight for me, it was you,” The young woman’s voice was calm and still, and Andy knelt in front of her.

“I’m so sorry baby. Please forgive me,” Amber looked up from her ring and saw genuine fat tears in Andy’s oceanic eyes.

She’d seen that look before.

She’d seen it on her father’s face twice.

Once immediately after her mother told him she wanted a divorce and the other when it happened with Pamela.

“I’m not leaving you,” she told him softly. Every fiber of the frontman’s being wanted to pull his wife in for a bone crushing hug, but he knew better.

“I’m not going to leave you. But I’m not going to stand by and let people disrespect me like that and have you just let it slide. That’s bullshit and you know it. I’m kicking Ashley’s ass and there’s nothing any of the guys are gonna be able to do to stop me,” Amber wasn’t afraid to go after a man.

While her father loved her immensely, it also extended to having taught her how to fight if need be.

Plus, when she started developing anger problems, Tommy and Heather signed her up for martial arts classes to try and give her another outlet that would serve a dual purpose and teach her self defense.

So along with her having been taught the Mötley way to fight, she was also taught the discipline of martial arts.

“And if he makes another comment about it, I want him out. I know the guys are getting sick of his shit too. He’s been acting like a Prima Donna since Wretched and Divine. Hell, he didn’t want to do the Bryan interview the night before the record came out because he felt he was too good for it,” Amber finished her rant, not having taken a breath through that rant and now her tanned cheeks were red from no air rather than being upset.

“I promise kitten,” he told her and held out his arms and Amber tossed the blanket to the side, pulling her husband into a tight embrace, her arms wrapping around his neck.

Taglist:

@youlightmeupfinn

@buckysimp101

@kata1803

@hallecarey1

@midsummereve1993l

[idy-ll-ique]

Touch.

Pairing: Mob Boss!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: age gap, mentions of blood, graphic descriptions of violence, death

Requested: nope

Summary: "touch her and I'll kill you" but Bucky is a man of his words.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Okay, so regarding the ending; there's two ways to look at it. 1) soft-dark!mob!bucky or 2) arranged marriage au with a twist. you can decide that for yourself. enjoy!

---

"Appreciate it, Marvin, but really, I'll be okay," Y/N assured her coworker, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. The single dad of 2 still looked unsure. "Y/N, it's very late, please…" She continued shaking her head. "Please. My house isn't that far," she tried and he gave up. "If you say so. Let me at least walk you to the gates." She allowed him to do that.

They chatted as they walked. "How are Eva and Evan?" she grinned at him. Marvin smiled bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck. "Eva said her first word yesterday," Marvin admitted and Y/N squealed. "Ooh, what was it?!" she asked excitedly. "It was their nanny's name, actually." She smirked at the way he turned pink.

Y/N had met his kids' nanny once; she was a beautiful woman and Y/N knew Marvin had a crush on her. Her name was… Nicole, if she wasn't mistaken. "Really? That's another reason why you should ask that woman out." Marvin jokingly shoved Y/N and she laughed harder as they stood near the gates. "See you tomorrow!"

"Bye!" Y/N waved and started walking down the dimly lit street, humming under her breath. Thinking back to her chat with Marvin, a smile bloomed on her face and she chuckled to herself, shaking her head. "Oh, Marvin, you idiot," she snorted under her breath, freezing when she heard footsteps behind her. "Hi there." Slowly turning around, she saw a man.

Instinctively she took a step back; he was a bad man, he gave those vibes. "No," she said flatly and turned to leave, pausing out of fear when he harshly grabbed her arm. He spun her around and his eyes widened when they landed on her face. "Y/L/N's daughter, aren't ya, ya pretty thing," he hissed in her face and she winced.

"Let me go."

"Now that's one thing I can't do, my dear," he sighed dramatically and Y/N forced a glare on her face despite being shaken to the core. Truth was, her father ran a mob. They dealt with arms and weaponry and since Y/N had a soft soul, she had rejected her father's decision of her taking over the mob after him. He respected that, was relieved, even; he didn't want to put his daughter in danger.

Her father had a friend, young (and very good-looking, she had to admit). His name was Bucky Barnes, and he ran his own mob. His mob was bigger and more famous than her father's, he practically owned a sixth of the city. She had heard talks of her father handing his mob over to Bucky after his retirement a few years down the lane.

"Let me go," she repeated, trying to keep her voice as steady as possible as she blinked back tears. "Come on angel, I'll make it worth your time. It's been a long time since I've been with a pretty girl like you," he crooned and Y/N scrunched her nose, the action earning her a sharp slap on the cheek from the man. She cried out in pain.

Then she managed to wrench her arm away from his grip, moving to run away but this time he grabbed her waist, forcing her to elbow him in the gut. He pulled away again and she turned, placing a firm slap on his cheek as she seethed, daring him to put his hands on her again. He did, circling an arm around her shoulder as he pulled her in. She leaned forward and bit his arm. He hissed.

"You bitch!"

"Let go!" she screamed this time and he slapped her again, clamping a hand over her mouth. "I'm going to fuck the brat out of you," he whispered dangerously and Y/N's eyes watered as she tried to get away from him. A third slap, this time his ring cut her cheek. A drop of blood trickled down her soft skin and the man hummed appreciatively.

"Wh-What's your name?"

He stopped and considered her for a minute. "Rumlow," he answered simply and she started wiggling in his grip again. "Stop that!" he screamed and threw a punch at her face, hitting her square in the jaw. A fight broke out; Y/N hit him back by slapping him on the cheek again and Rumlow proceeded to choke her. Her vision going hazy she gasped and kicked him.

Straight in the crotch.

Rumlow's hands left her body as he bent forward, cupping his crotch in pain. Finding new strength, she pushed him and with nothing to ground him he fell, giving Y/N enough time to escape as she ran away, glad that she had decided to wear sneakers that day. There was only one thing on her mind; her home, which she shared with her parents.

I just want to sleep.

Coughing at times, she reached home 15 minutes later and opened the door, thinking that her parents would be asleep by then. Her watch said it was 12:30 am. Unfortunately, as she threw open the front door, she froze again for in the doorway stood her parents and in front of them, Bucky. He was holding his jacket, signalling that was about to leave.

He turned to look at her and his eyes immediately took in all the bruises that had formed on her face, as well as her clothes which were askew and the handprint of someone gripping her arm. "Y/N!" her mother exclaimed worriedly, almost fainting at the sight of her daughter looking so beaten up. Y/N's eyes snapped towards Bucky when he spoke.

"Come with me."

Without questioning his authority Y/N followed Bucky up the stairs and into the study. The moment the doors closed behind them he took her face in his hands, examining the bruises. The noise of her parents making their way upstairs stilled him for a moment but they simply walked past the study towards what he concluded was the master bedroom.

Bucky had also liked Y/N for a long time. Her parents had introduced her to him when she was 20; he was much older than her but towards the end of the day, when his friend had asked, "What do you think about my daughter?" he couldn't bring himself to lie. And surprisingly, her father was ecstatic at the idea of Bucky dating his daughter.

Well, at least he had her parents' approval.

The moment the door to the master bedroom closed, Bucky's hands resumed their motions. Y/N stood as still as possible despite being in a lot of pain, not wanting to ruin the sudden, personal moment that they were having. He had always been civil with her; never talking to her as more than a friend, never touching her for long but oh, today was much different.

Bucky carefully lifted her jaw, noticing the way she unintentionally flinched when his fingers came in contact with her chin. A broken jaw. She was also bleeding from the cheek and a trail of blood went down the corner of her lips. Barely being able to contain his anger he swiped the blood away, causing Y/N to shudder.

Tears pooled in her eyes as her skin started itching and aching. His hand left her face and gently curled around her arm, lifting it so he could get a better look at the handprint. Not one word was spoken during the entire exchange as Bucky took note of all her injuries. She suddenly lifted her hand to wipe her tears and tilted her head further up, exposing her neck.

Bucky took in a sharp intake of breath. Her neck was covered in deep purple, red and blue bruises. Someone tried to choke her. He wasn't able to contain his anger anymore but he tried his best as he finally looked Y/N in her eyes. She stared back at him, whimpering. "Who did this?" The words came out a hiss. "B-Buck…" she choked out.

"Y/N?" he whispered, bringing her hand to his lips. The intensity of the situation hit her then; Bucky liked her. Momentary happiness washed over her but there were more important things to care about. "Bucky," she breathed and leaned forward, pressing herself closer to him, wrapping her arms around his torso.

One of his hands cradled her head, discreetly checking for injuries there as his other arm went around her waist. "I need a name, sweetheart," he hummed quietly, too quietly. "R-R—" she stammered but stopped as her wounds unknowingly caught on fire at the letter. "Rumlow?" Bucky blurted out.

He didn't think that was the name she'd take but Y/N pulled away from him with a look of disbelief on her face, causing his worst fears to come true. Rumlow got to you. Fuck, that bastard was dying today. "It was him?!" Bucky gasped and Y/N nodded. "How did you know?" she croaked out, wincing when pain shot through her throat.

"We— We've got a pretty famous rivalry going on, sweetheart, surprised you didn't know that."

"Sorry, don't keep up with mob news."

He chuckled for a moment before sobering up; straightening his shoulders as a dark look crossed his face. "I have to go now, you take care of yourself, okay?" He moved to leave when Y/N pressed a hand to his chest, stopping him. She leaned on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek, the action causing butterflies to flutter in his stomach.

He gently turned her head and pressed his lips to hers in a chaste kiss. "I'll visit tomorrow," he whispered and she nodded, a smile forming on her lips. "I'd like that very much." With a smile of his own he kissed her forehead and they both left the study, making their way downstairs. Bucky left the house and Y/N turned to see her mother standing at the top of the stairs.

"Your daddy has called the doctor, dear, he'll be here in 15 minutes."

"Okay, ma."

---

"Rumlow, you motherfucker!" Bucky roared as he stormed into the bar where he was sure his rival was. Behind him walked in his right-hand men Sam Wilson and Steve Rogers, followed by 15 of his men. Rumlow looked up from his corner, his eyes going wide at the furious look on Bucky's face. While he had seen the look a thousand times, something was different tonight.

Bucky spotted him and strode forward, easily pushing aside the men who came to their boss' defence. Rumlow gasped when Bucky grabbed him by the throat and smashed his skull against the table, eliciting a hiss and a low groan from the man. "You fucking dare—" Bucky began as he lifted him up, only to punch him square in the jaw like he had Y/N.

"You fucking dare put your hands on her!" Bucky shouted but Rumlow's head was spinning after he'd hit the table. For the first time, he realized, he was afraid. Of Barnes. In the background, Bucky's men, outnumbering Rumlow's men, fought. "You hurt her and now you're going to pay!" Lifting an empty bottle of vodka off the table with his free hand, Bucky smashed it on Rumlow's head.

Pieces of it got stuck in his scalp as Rumlow fell unconscious. All Bucky saw was red. He couldn't physically bear the thought of someone hurting his girl and being true to his words… "I promised her father," Bucky breathed out as he threw more punches at Rumlow's dying body, "No one was going to hurt her."

Another punch to the face. "I told him, anybody who touches her dies," Bucky hissed, "And yet you dare— I'm a man true to my words," Bucky promised in a sinister tone, knowing that he was talking to himself since Rumlow was long gone. His hand closed around Rumlow's neck. "You touch her—" He squeezed, "You die."

And Rumlow's dead body slumped on the floor.

The fight around him stopped instantly.

"We're done here."

---

"Princess?" Groaning softly, Y/N turned away from the voice and pulled the covers tighter around herself. "Away," she mumbled and heard a soft feminine laugh as well as two manly chuckles behind her. "You've been asleep a long time, baby," a familiar voice whispered, placing a hand on her arm. Her eyes flew open and she looked up, straight at Bucky.

"Oh my God!" Jumping up, she threw her arms around the man and buried her face in the crook of his neck, causing him to laugh. Smiling at each other, her parents left the room, leaving the two lovebirds alone. They were sure Bucky could handle breaking the news to her by himself. "Good morning," he greeted as he sat down, pulling her on his lap.

"Do you really like me?" she whispered, realizing that they had not made it explicitly clear last night. "Of course I do, princess. You're mine," he spoke in a possessive tone. "I'm yours," she agreed as she burrowed closer to him. "And no one touches what's mine and gets out alive." Y/N took a few moments to register those words.

When she did, she pulled away from him, still straddling his lap as she stared at him, jaw dropped. "You…" He nodded and Y/N's eyes went wide. Though he was delivering the news of someone's death, Y/N couldn't bring herself to feel bad. He had attacked her, he got what he deserved. "I— I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, I just wanted to tell you what I did. We can talk about something else," he offered and a smile immediately bloomed on her face. "How long have you liked me?" He laughed before cupping her face, pulling her down to press his lips to hers. "Ever since I met you 5 years ago, doll, I was smitten." Y/N gasped against his lips.

"Ever since you met me?! Me too!"

"Really?" He grinned broadly at the look of excitement on her face. My sweet angel. "Really! I— I think I might… I think I might love you but it's too early on—" she stammered but Bucky took her hands, tears starting to glisten in his eyes at her words. She loves me. "Princess, I love you too," he admitted and she paused.

"Bucky, I love you!" she smiled hugely and hugged him tightly. Bucky quietly wiped his tears off, pressing a soft kiss to her neck. He could see the bruises fading away and that calmed his heart. She's safe with me. And I'm never letting her go. "So, there's some news…" he continued and she pulled away, a curious look on her face.

"What is that?"

"Your father is retiring. I'm gonna take over the mob now." Y/N squealed and clapped her hands; she knew her father made a great decision. Bucky was more than competent. "Congratulations!" she shouted and jumped out of his arms, running out of the room to wish her father the same. Bucky chuckled as he stayed there for a moment more, running his hand through his hair.

"Can't wait to make you my wife, baby."

---

A/N: Three Bucky fics in a row 👀 leave a like if you enjoyed, thanks for reading! I really appreciate it (and thanks for 430 followers lol I love every single one of you)

[mikkomacko]

So not sure if you’re going to understand this but here’s my idea: the team not knowing that the reader is dating both Bucky and Steve (Stucky) and they confront her and say some awful things like she’s using them, a cheating wh*re etc. and she just starts crying and runs and locks herself in their room (or whatever you’d like). Then Stucky comes back or out from somewhere looking for her and then they ask the team and the team tells them that she was “cheating” on both of them with each other and then they’re like no we’re all dating each other and the team feels all bad and you can end it how you want lol. You don’t have to do this and sorry if it’s bad.

A/n: Sorry it took so long! Hope it's ok! <3

~

Two Avengers dating would cause enough gossip in itself, but three Avengers? Two of which have been best friends since the 40s? She can't imagine what kind of reaction that would get out of Sam or Nat who have always teased Steve and Bucky about being really good friends.

So when y/n, Bucky, and Steve made their relationship official, they kept it as low-key as possible. Anything beyond cuddling was reserved for the privacy of their rooms, flirting had to be subtle, and all dates were far from the Avengers compound.

They just had to pray they could follow the rules and keep their hands to themselves when others were around.

~

Drumming her fingers on the folder, y/n heads up HR to submit her latest mission report. It was simple surveillance mission, nothing exciting to report on but she'd been gone for over a week and wanted to get the report in asap so it could be done with. Dropping it off on the incoming desk, she promptly turns on her heel to head to lunch but is stopped just outside of the doorway by a hand on her bicep. She's tugged into the hidden corner before she can even react, two strong arms caging her against the cool wall.

Bucky, dressed for a training session, stands before her, blue eyes sparkling and lips smiling. Immediately, her guard falls, lips widening into a smile that reflects the same love shining through Bucky's.

"Careful Barnes," she teases, "next time I won't be so kind about ya pawing at me."

He clicks his tongue. "Wouldn't be pawing if you'd come to see me as soon as you got back."

"Paperwork waits for no one. Not even Cap and Sarge."

He sighs playfully. "Damn doll, that hurts. Think ya should kiss it better."

So she does. Cupping his jaw between two soft palms, y/n seals their mouths together in a tender kiss, completely blind to Bruce and Tony who have just caught sight of them from down the hall.

~

Bucky heads down to the gym and y/n heads to room to clean up before lunch, ignoring his pleas for her to join him. She's technically on recovery from her last mission and she's definitely going to milk that for a day off. She's approaching her door when one just down the hall opens, a familiar blond head of hair coming into view.

She pauses, leaning her shoulder against the doorway and smiles at him. "Hey Cap, fancy seeing you here."

He lifts his head, soft blue eyes meeting hers and he smiles that cute little smirk only Steve Rogers could smile. "Hey, heard you got back early this morning."

"Yeah, way early." She laughs, tilting her chin up as he moves closer.

"How'd it go?"

He stops in front of her, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head. It's his typical go-ahead-I'm-listening stance but by the way he's eyeing her mouth she knows he doesn't actually want to hear it right now. Steve always tries to hide the fact that he's just as clingy as Bucky.

"Is that really what you're going to ask me, Rogers? After being gone for so long you want my mission run down right now?"

He chuckles, dipping his head and lightly shaking it. "No not really."

"So what's your real question?"

Bashful, he meets her eyes again. "Can I have a hello?"

Y/n laughs, butterflies fluttering in her chest as she rises on her tiptoes to kiss him. He gently grips her waist, pulling her just the slightest bit closer and humming in content. She throws her arms around his neck, fingertips shifting into the hair at the base of his neck, once again too caught up in her boyfriend to notice Nat and Sam have just spotted them from the end of the corridor.

~

"You'll never believe what we just saw!" Sam shouts, hightailing it into the kitchen with Natasha hot on his heels. Bruce and Tony both startle in their seats at the table, water sloshing over the edge of Bruce's mug.

"Nuh-uh, we're first." Tony says, shaking his head.

"No we are." Sam insists, Tony opening his mouth to continue the argument but Natasha cuts him off.

"Rogers and y/n are together."

And that makes Tony and Bruce pause. Sam whoops proudly, smirking at the two as they share looks of confusion.

"Steve and y/n?" Bruce confirms, eyebrows pinching together when Nat nods firmly.

Tony sighs. "Well that puts us in a bit of pickle because we saw Barnes with his tongue down her throat."

Sam's jaw drops. "What? When?"

"Earlier today!" Bruce exclaims, motioning towards the HR department. "She was dropping off paperwork and he just grabbed her and kissed her."

"Well we just watched Steve pin her against a door and kiss her not even ten minutes ago." Nat exclaims, anger building up in her veins. "Which means we've got a problem."

Sam turns to her, just as angry. "Damn right we do!"

~

Bottom lip between her teeth, y/n attempts to hide the giddy smile that's been plastered on her face since her reunion with her boys. It's a weak attempt because she's practically as bright as a ray of sunshine but she doesn't really care. She's happy. She's so incredibly happy and she wants it to last forever.

Unfortunately for her, the feeling is cut short far too soon because as soon as she enters the kitchen, 4 pairs of eyes are glaring at her.

"Hey everyone," she says tentatively, slowing to a stop. "what's going on?"

Sam scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why don't you tell us what's going on?" He says coldly, "You know besides you macking on our friends."

Macking on his friends? Oh god, Steve and Bucky! They found out about their relationship...

Her jaw drops, cut-off guard. "Wait! I can explain-"

"Cheaters don't get an explanation." Nat cuts off, eyes mean and piercing. Y/n heart sinks into her stomach. Cheating? She'd never cheat in her life, especially not on Bucky and Steve.

"Cheating? I'm not-"

Tony rises from his seat. "Save it y/n. We know you're cheating on Bucky and Steve with each other. How could you do that? They're like brothers and your just using them-"

"No I'm not!" She insists, panicking under the hateful gazes. "You guys don't understand. Just let me-"

"No!" Sam cuts off. "Bucky and Steve have both gone through so much. Do you realize how difficult it must have been for them to open up to you? And you thew it all away. You hurt them. You're a bitch y/n, full honestly."

Tears sting her eyes. Sam's never said anything like that to her let alone anyone they know. He's always been so kind and welcoming so to hear such hurtful words from him has her stunned. She can't even think of anything to say to defend herself.

"Y-you really think that lowly of me?" She sniffles, "That I would do something like that?"

"We saw it, y/n." Banner responds, nose scrunched in disgust. "Now get outta here before we throw you out."

Insulted and insecure, she shakes her head. "I can't believe you all." Then she turns on her heel, running to the safety of her room.

~

Bucky's spotting Steve on the bench press when the foursome of Avengers walk in, somber looks on their faces.

"Steve," Bucky says, gaining his attention. Immediately the super soldier is setting down his weights, sitting up to look at their friends.

"What's going on? Is someone hurt?" Steve asks, rising to his feet. Sam shakes his head, smiling sympathetically.

"No one's hurt," he assures "but we've got something to tell you."

Bucky swallows nervously, something in him going on high alert. He knows that this is about y/n, that something's happened and it makes him anxious. Where is she?

"What?" Bucky asks, noticing the lingering anger in Nat's eyes.

"It's y/n," she says "she-"

"She what?" Bucky interrupts quickly, readying himself to sprint upstairs.

"She's cheating," Tony says, eyes flickering between the two men. "On you two. With each other."

Oh, Bucky wasn't expecting that. He turns to Steve, the two sharing a silent conversation between themselves. They know? Looks like it pal. How'd that happen? I told you to be careful...

"Don't worry, we already gave her a piece of our minds-"

"You what?!" Steve suddenly asks, finally realizing what they're saying. They think y/n cheated on them because they don't know they're all three dating each other. And they confronted her about it.

"What did you say?" Bucky asks lowly.

"The truth," Sam says proudly. "that she's a bitch for using you both."

Before anyone can react Bucky is rushing towards the doors, abandoning his belongings in favor of checking on y/n. Steve doesn't mind, knowing that when it comes to being emotional and open, Bucky is typically the one she leans on. He's good at being a comforting shoulder.

"Oh god Sam," Steve sighs. "Y/n isn't cheating-"

"Yeah-"

"No she's not!" He shouts, startling them. "She's not. For the past few months we've been dating. The three of us."

The silence is almost amusing if Steve wasn't too busy thinking of his girl upstairs, upset.

"Like a throuple?" Bruce asks, confused.

Steve nods shortly. "Thanks for accusing her instead of talking it out. Appreciate it." He says icily, pushing around them. Stalking towards the exit, he calls over his shoulder. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a girl to go check on."

~

Bucky has wrapped her up like a burrito in the comforter from his bed on the floor of her room, leaning back against the side of the matress with her sat between his parted thighs. Her eyes are still wet and swollen but she's giggling through her sniffles, a spoon hanging out of her mouth and a bowl of soup in her lap. They both look up when he enters the room, Y/n smiling shyly and Bucky relieved.

"We ok sweetheart?" He asks, waiting for her nod before looking to Bucky.

"We're good Steve," he promises, sweeping her hair over her shoulder with his hand and brushing his fingers through it. "She was just frustrated. Didn't know they could think she'd do something like that."

"That's because she wouldn't," Steve says firmly, sitting on the floor next to them. "and we know that y/n. We know you'd never hurt us like that."

"I love you Steve," she swears, resting her head on his shoulder. "And I love you Buck. Thanks for doing this for me."

"Course doll," Bucky says, kissing the side of her head. "Don't have to thank us for loving you." Steve hums his agreement.

"But..."Bucky quickly adds, "you can thank me after I beat Sam's ass for calling you that."

Steve sighs, rolling his eyes. "Buck..." He says warningly but he doesn't even finish the scolding thought because their boyfriend's threat has made y/n smile and that's all they could ever ask for.

[whoreiaki-kakyoin]

Attitude Adjustment 💖

Nsfw under the cut, fem reader x Joseph x Caesar, reader teasing Joseph by flirting with Caesar to make him jealous, light degradation, exhibitionism, public sex, office sex, voyeurism, daddy kink, spitroasting, creampie, bukkake, reader has a pussy

I want you to picture the following: Joseph and Caesar are business partners, and sometimes when you’re feeling bratty or really want Joseph’s attention, you’ll flirt with Caesar when they’re both in the office. Things like grazing your hand along his arm, sitting right in his lap as you ask what he’s working on, twirling your hair as you giggle at his jokes then running your fingers through his hair. Joseph just watches it all, knowing exactly what you’re up to, and he approaches Caesar on the side about a little plan to teach his darling some manners. The next time, while you’re making a show of complimenting Caesar’s muscles, running your hands over his chest, Joseph grabs you roughly by the hips and tugs you over to his desk. You give a little squeal of “Joseph, what—“

“That’s not what you call me, doll.” You blush, glancing nervously back at Caesar as Joseph maneuvers you into his lap.

“Joseph, please—” you try again, but you quickly cut off with a squeak when the older man gives your ass a warning smack. Heat rises to your cheeks and you fight the urge to squirm. You've been bent over his knee for being a brat before, but you don't exactly need him teaching you a lesson while his business partner watches. “But… but, daddy, Caesar’s right there!” You whimper softly, embarrassed and frankly a little turned on that your daddy would assert his dominance right here. Joseph’s eyes don’t leave you once, not even glancing at his friend.

“Caesar doesn’t mind a show, doll. And we’re going to give him a good one as thanks for him putting up with your bratty behavior.”

“But… but daddy!”

“Yes, babygirl?”

“I was only playing, daddy, really, Caesar didn’t mind! Just messing around!” Joseph’s hand tightens dangerously on your thigh and you can feel yourself dripping already.

“Hmm, so you want Caesar to think you’re a naughty little slut who flirts with anything that moves? I thought daddy had taught you better manners than that.”

You squirm in his lap, letting out a soft whine as heat flashes through your stomach at his words. You’re certain your panties must be soaked. None of this escapes Joseph’s notice, and he gives a low chuckle.

“Are you enjoying this, sweetheart? You like when daddy says such nasty things? And right in front of another man? Hmmm, my filthy little girl, probably want me to take you right here, don’t you? That slutty little pussy just needs to be filled.”

You flush even redder, your hands resting on Joseph’s firm chest as you bite your lip. He shifts his leg slightly and you gasp at the friction against your aching pussy. Smirking, he shifts his hands to your hips, guiding you to rut against him.

“So needy for me already, princess. It’s like you don’t even care where we are. You’re just thinking with that wet little cunt of yours, don’t even care who sees as long as daddy touches you.”

“D—daddy…” you throw your head back with a broken little moan, hips rocking with the rhythm of Joseph’s leg against you. Soft whimpers fall from your mouth, filling the room, and you almost forget about Caesar completely in your neediness, your lust giving you tunnel vision for your lover in front of you. After a few moments, Joseph stills your hips, looking down at you with a devilish smirk.

“Naughty little thing.” He guides you up off his lap, laughing at the slick wet spot shining on the leg of his pants. “Look at what a mess you made, honey. So eager for daddy.”

“Daddy, what…?” You falter as he stands, unsure of what comes next.

“Strip for me, doll.”

“But…” your eyes flick to Caesar, who watches intently from his chair. A small, pleased smile curves around his lips, and you could swear you hear him laugh as you avert your eyes shyly.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” Joseph asks. You shake your head, tugging off your shirt, then your skirt, kicking off your heels and tucking them neatly beside your daddy’s desk. “Mmm. Panties too, baby. But daddy can take those off, come here.”

He unclasps your bra, tossing it to the side, and lifts you to sit on the desk as he eyes your panties, skimpy satin and lace adorned with a little bow. He slides them down your hips and legs, admiring the soaked fabric before crossing the room to show them to Caesar.

“Isn’t she just soaked? Look at that, getting off on a little extra attention.”

“Needy little darling,” Caesar chuckles. “Such a pretty girl.” You feel your face burning, embarrassment and arousal mingling as heat twists in your stomach.

“Daddy,” you mewl softly, a plea for Joseph to go easy on you. He chuckles, crossing back to the desk. You’re suddenly aware of just how exposed you are, naked on his desk as Caesar watches. “Daddy, are we really going to…. Right in front of Caesar?” He smirks at your pleading expression, running his hands down your sides.

"So shy, sweetheart? Just a moment ago, you couldn't wait to show off for Caesar, climbing all over him like a bitch in heat. I don't think it's very fair not to lead him on without giving him a little something for his troubles, baby, do you?" You whine helplessly, but before you can protest more, Joseph tugs at your nipples, kneading them between his fingers. Your back arches instinctively into the touch as you answer him with a needy moan. “That’s my good girl. I knew you’d come around. After all, honey, we’re going to take such good care of you.”

“Daddy, please,” you whimper. “Need you.” Joseph melts at that— he's putty for his pretty angel— before relenting as he presses his lips to yours. You kiss back desperately, your open, needy mouth a perfect invitation for Joseph to tug at your lower lip with his teeth before sucking on your tongue. His fingers tangle in your hair, tugging just hard enough to elicit a pretty moan. When he finally pulls away from you, your head is spinning. Gazing breathlessly up at him, you let out a pathetic whine at the loss of contact.

"Aww, you really need daddy, huh?" He laughs as you nod, petting over your hair before moving to undo his belt. "Oh? And you were so fuckin' bratty before, all you needed was for daddy to touch you, yeah?" You're leaning back on your hands for support, eyes glued to Joseph's hands sliding his dress pants down, tugging his hard cock out... Thick and veiny and perfect. His length was admittedly intimidating, but it never stopped you from begging for his cock, no matter how sore you'd be the next day. You don't even realize your mouth is hanging open as you watch him until he chuckles, stroking your cheek.

"Practically drooling for daddy's big dick already, hm, princess? God, you're cute. You want me inside you? "

"Please, daddy! Please, I need you so much, wanna feel you inside me!"

"Hm..." He smirks. "I don't know, Caesar, she has been such a brat today, hasn't she?"

"Oh, I think she's been a little tease all week. But such a pretty principessa has needs, she can't help it."

"Mm, that's right, just so desperate to be filled up. Do you think I ought to indulge her? Or should she have to wait while we tease her pretty pussy?" He rubs his cock against the wet heat of your lips, pulling away as soon as you try to lean into the friction. Pouting, you turn the prettiest, most innocent doe eyes you can to the blonde man.

"Please? Please, Caesar, tell him not to tease so much, I can't... can't take it, please," you babble, and Caesar smiles as he walks to the desk, dropping a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"She has been such a naughty girl, Joseph, but I think you ought to fuck her. She looks like she could just cry if you didn't." With a wicked grin, Joseph digs his fingers into your hips, pulling you back to the edge of the desk. Caesar strokes your hair and shoulders gently as your lover pushes into you in one slow thrust. As you throw your head back with a moan, you can hear the blonde murmur, "Bellissima. So beautiful, sweetheart."

"Fuck, Caesar, she's so wet, got such a tight, perfect cunt..." He gives a few shallow thrusts, rocking his hips gently as you adjust to the stretch of his cock inside you with a shaky gasp. "Mmf, I woulda let you have a taste first, but... Next round, I promise." Your brain feels hazy with pleasure, but you glance between the two men.

"Wait... n-next round...?"

"Oh, sweetheart, it wouldn't be quite fair not to let Caesar enjoy your pretty pussy, would it? Not— ah— not after you've teased him so much." A shiver runs down your spine, and you arch your back into Joseph's thrusts as Caesar kisses the corner of your mouth.

"I'll treat you very well, cara, don't worry. Would you like that?" You moan brokenly as Joseph rubs his thumb over your aching clit.

"Fuck..." You loll your head back at the feeling before Joseph pinches your nipples hard, making you jolt at the sudden sensation.

"I believe Caesar asked you a question, little missy. Aren't you going to answer?" You force your eyes to meet Caesar's, even as Joseph quickens his pace.

"Y...Yes, Caesar, f-fuck! Mm, please," you whimper, and the blonde presses his lips to yours with a soft laugh. He indulges you for a few moments, kissing you deeply and kneading at your breasts, before sighing and glancing at Joseph.

"Jojo, do I have permission to use her pretty mouth?"

"Use her however you want. I don't think she'll be quite so bratty when she's stuffed with cock." You're so focused on Joseph fucking you that you don't even realize Caesar is ready until his thick cock nudges at your lips. You let out a soft, needy whine— he feels thick and warm against you, and you feel so dirty knowing your daddy's best friend is about to fuck your mouth like this.

"Go on, baby, be a good girl for Caesar," Joseph tells you, and you timidly start with tiny kitten licks at the other man's tip.

"Sweet girl. Joseph's right, you really are such a doll. Ready for me, principessa?" You just about manage to nod before Caesar pushes his length into your mouth, stroking your head and cooing out encouragement. You feel blissfully overwhelmed as he starts to thrust faster, causing you to choke and drool around the base of his cock as he fucks your throat.

As Caesar swears softly in Italian, babbling out praise, Joseph's thrusts become more erratic, his fingertips bruising into your hips as he nears his orgasm. The office fills with the sounds of skin slapping on skin, labored breathing and moans pouring from all three of you. You're almost unsure which hands are whose, everything blurred into a hazy landscape of touches and praise and pleasure. You're sent over the edge when Joseph resumes massaging your clit, and you moan loud and shameless around Caesar's cock as your orgasm tears through you. It's only moments later that Joseph follows, hilting inside you with one last thrust as he fills you with warm cum.

Caesar pulls out of your mouth, giving you a chance to breathe for only a moment before shooting his warm release over your chest. By the end of the night, both men give you a few more orgasms with their skilled mouths before jerking off over you as you lay limply on Joseph's desk.

Joseph holds your hand as Caesar cums one last time over your face.

"Say thank you, sweetheart."

"Th... Thank you, Caesar."

“That’s my good girl,” Joseph praises. He helps you to sit up, the two men cooing over your exhausted, fucked-out body. “we’ll get you cleaned up, sweetheart, don’t worry.” You nod into his touch, smiling softly as Caesar grabs you a towel and Joseph helps you get dressed. Your legs are wobbly and your head is light, but Joseph supports you as you cling to his arm.

“Thank you, Caesar,” you murmur again shyly as you make your way to the door, and Joseph chuckles, petting over your hair fondly.

"There's my sweet princess. I knew all you needed was an attitude adjustment." He sighs happily. "Do you think you'd like to play with Caesar again sometime, baby?" Heat flares between your legs as you smile shyly at Joseph.

"Yes, please, daddy." He grins, pecking you on the lips lovingly.

"I thought you might. Well, I think that can be arranged. But for tonight, there's a hot bath waiting for you at home. After all, you’ve been such a good girl.”