#nothing like a good set of lingerie to remind you that you’re a bad bitch

[whumperooni]

daddy enji/aizawa pulling you over their laps after you’ve acted like a brat all day and spanking you till ur crying 😫

Here ya go, nonny! Sorry it took so long!

Pairing: Aizawa x Daughter!Reader

Tags/Warnings: tw incest, spanking, lingerie tw incestuous thoughts

Word count: 1.2k

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Aizawa has a lot of patience. After years and years of teaching unruly students, it’s something he’s had to garner, grow. Yes, sometimes it snaps, but he generally keeps a good hold on it.

His hold is starting to slip, though.

You’re usually so well behaved, so good for him.

Today, though? Today you’re being a brat.

It started with you waking up in a bad mood. You had been grumpy with him through breakfast, snippy at him whenever he tried to get you to eat more. He had been patient then and had relented, reminded himself that you are an adult and that you don’t have to eat breakfast if you don’t want to.

Your mood worsened through the day, though, and you tried his patience again and again with your constant snaps and sulking.

Getting you to come to this had been like trying to drag a turtle from its shell- you had near thrown a tantrum over something small- your dress? shoes? he couldn’t make it out from you angry tongue lashes- and it had only been the reminder that you were being honored that made you calm down enough to be tugged out of the house.

Now, however, you’re not calm. You’re bratty, moody, sullen- scowling into your champagne and pouting whenever someone tries to talk to you.

It’s perplexing, really. He can’t understand why you’re being such a brat and he can’t understand why you’re being such a bad girl today. You’re usually so sweet and docile, obedient and respectful.

Not today, though- today you’re being a brat.

And Aizawa’s patience has reached its end.

“Kitten, we can leave after you’re honored. Please behave until then.”

A scoff sounds and your eyes narrow even as you look away from him, your glossy lips twist into a scowl.

“I am,” you snap back.

“No, you’re not. You’re being rude to everyone. I know it’s not what you want to do, but there’s a time to suck it up and make nice and this is it. They’re throwing this ceremony for you-”

“Fuck this ceremony.”

Sharp, hissed, searing with an anger Aizawa can’t comprehend- the words have him blinking. Once, twice, three times- Aizawa blinks and he turns his head to you, looks down at your wide eyes and shrinking shoulders, your throat as it moves with a swallow. Your scowl stays and Aizawa blinks once more before snatching your wrist and dragging you away, ignoring your snapped protests and the stares sent his way.

You fight him each and every step, but Aizawa manages to haul you to an empty room and push you inside, close the door and seal your panicked, temperamental self away from the rest of the ceremony. 

“Daddy-”

The click of a lock cuts you off and you shoot back from him- back from your father- as he turns toward you and narrows his eyes.

“Daddy, you can’t-”

“Enough.”

Your head jerks back as if you’ve been slapped and Aizawa steps toward you, sets his displeasure on your twitching form.

“You have been nothing but a brat all day long,” he says, slowly- words dripping with disappointed with each step he takes. “I’ve been so patient, kitten, but you’ve been nothing but a spoiled little bitch.”

A wince passes over you and your lips part to retort. Anything you would say, though, dies with a grasp as Aizawa grabs onto your wrist again, pulls you close.

“You’ve been bad, kitten,” he tells you, squeezing your wrist tighter whenever you try to squirm away. “You need to be punished. You need to remember your manners again.”

“Punished?! You can’t-”

A jerk, a few steps to the side, a tug- you’re over his lap before you know it and Aizawa has you pinned down tight, has the skirt over dress clenched in his fist.

“D- Daddy! What are you-”

Aizawa yanks your skirt up above your waist and lands a sharp smack to your ass- makes your soft cheek burn and bounce as his callused, rough hands glides over lace panties and tender flesh. A squeal rips from you and your hips jerk- thighs jiggling with the motion, your garters stretching as you squirm and whine in his grasp.

If he were a lesser man, the sight would have his anger soothing, his cock stirring. The panties, the stockings, the garters, your twitching hips and whining lips- if you weren’t his daughter...

But, you are. You’re his daughter and he’s dealing out your punishment- making you pay for every snip and snap and sneer you’ve made today.

“Ow- Ow! Daddy, please! I’m sorry!”

“Are you?” he huffs, fingers digging into your ass and making you whimper, claw your nails into the seat cushion. “Because I think if you were sorry, you would have stopped being such a brat much earlier on.”

“D- Daddy! I’m sorry! I was just-”

Smack!

A moan this time- something loud, breathy; something that anyone walking outside would hear. He thinks to care about it- he should care about it- but the way a sniffle has your chest heaving and the way your trembling has you brushing over his lap has his focus distracted, has him breathing deep whenever you bump and grind against his cock.

His eyes betray him and Aizawa’s gaze wanders down to your cleft, his gaze zeroes in on the sheer, wet spot dampening lace.

Repulsed. He should be repulsed. He should feel guilty, awkward, shocked.

He should and yet...

Perhaps it's because you're like a stranger to him right now- a disobedient, bratty little bitch that needs a stern daddy to correct your behavior.

A stranger, not his obedient little girl. A stranger, a brat, a whore- hot and squirming, whining and hitching out gasps.

Another sharp spank lands against your ass and you sob from it, arch and whine and drip tears down your cheeks as you try to squirm away. Aizawa’s hand lands on your cheek- fingers curling over the curve and dipping toward your cleft- and you tremble with a whimper, curl up meekly into yourself as his free hand clamps down onto the back of your neck.

“Are you going to behave?” he asks- voice low, fingers tightening into your flesh. “Are you going to be a good little girl and act right? Put on a sweet smile and be polite?”

Another sniffle, another whimper. You nod in a tight, choked motion and Aizawa takes a deep breath, uncurls his fingers and runs his palm over your heated flesh.

“Best behavior, kitten,” Aizawa orders. “Or when we get home I’ll do something much worse. Don’t make me correct your behavior again.”

You twitch in his grasp and panic leaves you in a tight noise, quick and desperate words of, “Y- Yes, daddy! I’m sorry, daddy!”

One last spank and then Aizawa lets you go, lets you scramble off his lap and fix your dress with burning cheeks, swipe away your ruined eyeliner with shaking fingers.

He looks you over, eyes hooded, and he places his hand to the back of your back neck once you’re composed, begins leading you back to the ceremony room. You stay quiet the whole time- head bowed, lips closed, lashed lowered docilely and hiding your still watery eyes.

Aizawa hands you off to some business men and he takes a glass of champagne from a waiter, downs half of it in a hard swallow as he tries to calm his beating heart.

Your father watches you struggle to maintain composure from across the room and he adjusts his cock in his slacks- hard, hungry, mind replaying the image of his hand laying over his daughter’s ass again and again.

[shorkbrian]

Hello I went to IKEA yesterday and got myself a BLÅHAJ (giant plush shark) now I have TWO giant shark plushies on my bed and I’m in heaven. ANyways it got me thinking? A yandere and plushies?? 

Warnings - NSFW, non con, dub con, Tamaki is a voyuer without your consent, Kirishima is sweet but deluded, Bakugou is mean but caring, and Dabi is straight up AwfulTM

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KIRISHIMA

Would be so soft, notice how you have plushies littering your bed at home so he’ll buy you some. Even if you’re the kind of person who doesn’t have plushies crowding their bed, he’s still gonna buy them for you.

He likes giving them to you, thinks it’s romantic when he presents them with a bundle of flowers. You think it’s anything but,  yet still accept the stuffed animal begrudgingly because it’s so soft and cuddly. 

It becomes a comfort object, something you can’t seem to let go of. If you’re watching tv, the stuffed animal is on the couch too. Making food? The plushie is set next to you on the counter where you can grab it. At night-time it’s clutched in your arms, suffocated against your chest the very same way Kiri clutches you to his.

Getting fucked silly? The plushie is crushed in your arms as you cry, and Kiri thinks it’s so cute and it makes his heart clench. Something about it makes him go wild, maybe it’s how small you seem, how innocent with a stuffed animal wrapped in your arms as if it could protect you from his relentless kisses.

He loves you so much, he’s always buying you plushies. Kirishima catches on the fact that they’re a comfort object for you, something that you use to ground yourself when something stresses you out.

He always brings your biggest plushie to you when he’s gonna fuck you hard, like the kind, considerate man he is. It’s so big that you can wrap both arms around it while you sob, while he ruts into you like a wild animal.

Likes laying you over your plushie and watches you cry into it as he fucks you so good you’re screaming in ecstasy. Kiri especially loves fucking you early in the morning or late at night, turns you on your side and has sleepy sex while you sniffle and hold your stuffed animal.

He accidentally rips one of them one time while he’s fucking you, he got too excited and wanted to see your face as you came, tried to pull the plushie out of your arms and ended up ripping it in half.

You had cried so hard and he felt so bad, bought you ten more plushies and giant candy bar to make up for it. For the next few weeks he was so, so gentle with you, pushing down his primal urges to get feral and use you like a whore whenever he saw you being unwittingly cute and sexy as you went about your day.

Although, to be honest it’s not hard for you to be sexy. You bend over and he wants to rip off your clothes, bury himself into your pussy. You stretch to get a glass off a high shelf and he wants to lift you onto the counter, make you kneel so he can eat out your pussy. You literally walk across the floor and the big man is salivating at the sight of your breasts bouncing slightly underneath your top, wants to pull and suck at them until they’re red and sore. But like a good loevr, he holds himself back and only pulls you to the bedroom and treats you gently. For a few weeks at least, until he can’t take it anymore.

Then it’s back to rabid fuck-sessions whenever you do so much as breathe

If you upset him (please try not to), The plushie will get ripped out of your hands, discarded onto the floor. He won't let you grab it before he’s lifting you up against the wall, tearing off your shorts and sheathing his cock inside of you. 

When that happens, you have nothing left to hold but him. Kirishima doesn’t like getting upset with you, but deep down he really relishes the way you grab and clutch at him like he’s your lifeline. 

BAKUGOU

Doesn’t really think much about it, but maybe he sees a cute ad or something pretty in a store window and it reminds him of you. Probably he saw the plushie bought it for you cause he wants to see you holding it. 

Gives it to you, but doesn’t really think much of it after that. Thinks it’s cute how you had blushed when he pulled the silky soft stuffed animal out of the bag. You had been surprised, because usually Bakugou is buying you lewd outfits or lingerie, not cute plushies. You were honestly kind of grateful that you wouldn’t have to model your gift for the man; he always insisted you do with everything else he bought for you.

It doesn’t bother him that you leave it on the bed. Honestly, he doesn’t even think of it. But when he sees you tucking it underneath the covers like a little kid, he gets lost in thought.

Dude probably hadn’t even thought about kids, but seeing you be so soft and sweet to a inanimate toy had him fantasizing about the future with you. You would be a great mother, and he’d be a good father. 

And that’s how Bakugou ends up with a breeding kink. 

When he crawls over you the first night, groaning about making a kid that’d be so smart and strong and great, you panic. You don’t want a kid with him, he’s volatile and explosive and abusive, it’s a recipe for disaster. 

You beg and cry and plead with him to keep you on the pill, and you do to so sweetly and utterly humiliate yourself while doing so, and Bakugou can’t tell you no. So he promises that it won’t happen just yet.

But if you’re bad? He’s gonna hold you down and fuck into you so fast that you get dizzy, threaten to flush the birth control pills down the toilet. He runs his mouth, goes on and on about how he’ll fuck you until you’re swollen with his kids, how your tits will get so big and round and full of milk and he’ll suck and bite at them everyday.

After that threat, you try your hardest to always be good.

TAMAKI

Obviously is too shy to kidnap you just yet. The ravenette gets you one of those nanny-cam bears, one that has a camera inside without it being obvious.

He stutters as he gives it to you, ears bright red, shuffling his shoes and not able to meet your eyes. Says its because the little animal reminded him of you, that they’re his favorite and immediately bites his tongue after he admits that.

You probably think it’s cute, smile as he pushes it into your hands. You can’t tell that the poor man is almost cumming in his pants when his hands brush against your arm. You know he’s shy, so it’s not surprising that he immediately bolts as soon as he’s given you the stuffed animal.

A camera doesn’t even cross your mind, Tamaki too innocent and you too trusting. The stuffed animal gets placed in your armchair, the one in your bedroom that you sit in to read. Lucky for Tamaki, it faces your bed.

He watches you quite a lot, laying down in his own bed with his laptop on the nightstand. The man likes to imagine the two of you sharing the same bed, but can’t get far without blushing and covering his face with a pillow at the slightest dirty thought.

When you masturbate for the first time, Tamaki cries. He cries because he’d been watching you ever since you got in bed, had watched as you slowly kicked off your shorts and had cum the second you peeled your panties down. He cries because he’s overstimulated, unable to stop jerking his cock as he watches you pleasure yourself, the man almost numb and shaking as he orgasms for the third time in half an hour.

By the time you finish, Tamaki is blubbering, can’t stop watching, can’t stop pumping his overstimulated cock in time to your fingers plunging into your pussy.

He doesn’t turn his TV on anymore.

DABI

Is the type to get some awful, scratchy, over-filled abomination like the stuffed animals you get from the fair. It’s an ugly one, horribly deformed and badly sewn, eyes bulging and one of it’s limbs shorter than the others. 

Probably doesn’t think to give it to you until he’s headed home, knows it’s what couples do and thinks that maybe you’ll stop screaming when he touches you. 

He barely got his dick out one time and you had cried so hard you passed out. Now if he goes anywhere near you you’re immediately alert, wide eyes never leaving him. If he so much as touches you he has to be prepared for you to scream and cry and try to bite him.

He guesses that’s what happens when you kidnap someone.

Getting you a stuffed animal does not make anything better.

But Dabi’s tired of you refusing him, of you crying and being a little bitch. He’s been blueballed for the past two weeks, just because he was trying to be nice and let you adjust.

So he takes the deformed stuffed animal he stole and shoves it in your mouth. 

It muffles your cries while he grinds his dick into your sensitive walls, and really, that’s all he needs. You feel so good, Dabi doesn’t care that behind your makeshift gag you’re cursing his existence.

[bonkwrites]

A Good Girl’s Fantasy (Kinktober day 3)

This one is a two parter! Find part two: Here 

Kinktober 2020 List! 

“Don’t be a bitch to your new friend.” 

Pairing: Shigaraki x Fem!Reader x Dabi X Hawks

Description:  Quirkless Mafia AU! You, Tomura Shigaraki’s loyal girlfriend and part-time good girl, and Tomura have a foursome with his right hand- Dabi; and Dabi’s boyfriend and part-time brat Kiego Takami. You’re excited to play with Kiego, as long as Tomura lets you of course. 

Warnings: dom/sub, dom shigaraki, dirty talk, collar/leash, brat kiego, cursing, begging, degredation. 

“You’re excited?” Standing in front of you as you kneel at the foot of the bed, Tomura lifts his hand to touch your hand. You lean into his touch and close your eyes softly. You nod calmly. 

“Are we-” You cut yourself off, blush rising to your cheeks as you let subspace wrap it’s welcoming arms around you. You look up at him and he raises an eyebrow. “Are we using the toys tonight?” 

“Depends on how good you are.” he sticks his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, ring finger covered in leather from his artist’s gloves.. Your eyes flutter as they press onto your tongue. “Are you going to be a good girl?” 

You nod with his fingers in your mouth. There’s a knock at the bedroom door and he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, wiping them on his pants leg, before walking over to answer the door. You look at the baseboard of the bed, not embarrassed so much as shy. Tomura usually told you when to look him in the eyes anyways. Dabi and Tomura walk into your peripheral vision, followed by Kiego who is already leashed. You think about the collar with the cute pink metal ring dangling from it and wonder what he did to get put on a leash. 

“She looks cute like this.” Dabi comments, just looking at you. He hands the leash off to Tomura and approaches you. 

“Can I?” He motions to you. You try to take a deep breath, you’ve been talking about this for over a month, you know what you want to do- Tomura knows your limits just as well as you do. 

“Be my guest.” Tomura replies. Dabi lifts your head by the chin and you gasp, looking up at him. He turns your head over in his hand, examining you like you’re a toy he’s debating on buying, it’s humiliating- you make eye contact with Tomura. He’s smiling smugly, like he knows you’re a good girl, like he’s proud of you. 

“Are you a good girl?” Dabi puts his face back in yours to ask. Your eyes glance to Tomura who nods. 

“Yes.” You whisper. “I’m a good girl.” 

“Not a brat?” He asks. You shake your head and his hand falls from your chin. 

“Only- only sometimes- but Sir puts me in my place when I’m bad.” You look away from him, eyes back on the baseboard in front of you, thinking about the times you’ve talked back and Tomura has put you over his knee for it. 

“Is that right?” Dabi looks back to Tomura, almost taunting you. Tomura shrugs. 

“It’s very rare and she’s always back to my good girl with a quick spanking and a good cry. Right, baby?” You nod at his words. 

“Yes. Right.” You agree. Dabi takes the leash back from Tomura and tugs on it, sending Kiego stumbling towards him a few steps. He makes a startled noise and you watch as Dabi pushes him onto his knees roughly. 

“Ow! Asshole!” Kiego shouts at Dabi and you blink at them from the bottom of the bed. Sure, out of subspace, you understand the concept of being a brat and you always speak your mind to Tomura. But, in subspace, you couldn’t imagine talking to Tomura like that. 

Dabi smacks him across the face and Kiego’s head flicks to the side. His eyes land on you and he smirks, attempting to get off of his knees to get to you. You move out of your kneeling position just a little backwards, a reflexive flinch. Kiego looked hungry- he looked like he saw you as a meal and he was a starving man. You look at Tomura who chuckles. 

“Your brat is scaring my baby.” Tomura says to Dabi as he takes a seat at the computer chair next to the bed. Dabi looks over his position and smirks. 

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not letting him have you until he deserves it.” You nod and gulp, getting back in position. “Don’t be a bitch to your new friend, Kiego.” 

You look over your shoulder to Tomura. His eyes are trained on Kiego and Dabi, bottoms lip piled between his teeth. He looks at you and raises his eyebrows.

“What’s up, baby?” He asks. You blink at him for a second, trying to figure out your words. 

“Can I sit back on the pillows?” You ask softly. Tomura’s eyes soften and he nods, tilting his head towards the pillows. You shuffle back and lean back against them, watching as Dabi takes a fistful of Kiego’s hair to keep his eyes on him instead of you. 

“She looks so soft, can’t I just ruin her? A little bit?” Kiego asks Dabi, licking his lips. You fiddle with the lace of your lingerie, looking back at your dom. 

“S-Sir…” You whisper. He looks away from the show to look at you. You don’t like not having his attention, the good girl in you is shouting at you to get his eyes back on you forever. You squirm under his intense gaze. 

“Pay at-attention to me.” You fidget with the waistband of your panties as you pout. 

“Sorry, baby. Don’t they look good, though?” He moves from the chair to the edge of the bed. You look at Dabi and Kiego. 

Dabi still has Kiego on his knees but he’s got his cock in his mouth and Kiego is moaning around it as Dabi fucks his mouth. You can’t take your eyes off of them for a few seconds until you look back up to Tomura. You press your thighs together. 

“Yeah... they do.” You whisper, licking your lips. “Can I.. Can I suck you off?” 

“You can have whatever you want, baby.” He replies, standing up to push his pants down. He’s already hard, probably from watching Dabi and Kiego. 

“Will you fuck my mouth? Please?” Tomura smirks, looking between Dabi and Kiego and you. 

“Of course.” He replies, throwing a leg over your chest. 

He traps your arms between his thighs and your sides and lifts your head with his hand on the back of your skull. You open your mouth and keep yourself as calm as possible as he pushes all the way into your throat. Throat-fucking was something you only got good at recently but seeing Dabi being so rough with Kiego while he fucked his throat made you want to please Tomura in the same way. 

“Fuck, baby.” Tomura curses as He starts to fuck your throat. Your eyes roll back and close, you love it like this- trapped underneath him, no use but a good girl with a hole. You can hear Kiego gagging on Dabi’s cock on the background. 

“Take what I give you or you’ll really be punished.” Dabi’s words make you squeeze your legs tighter and squirm. 

“You like hearing Dabi talk to his brat like that?” Tomura asks as he thrusts his cock into your throat. You moan as spit starts to get pushed out of your mouth and down your chin. You’ll be messy soon- Tomura’s messy babygirl. 

“Yeah, I bet you do. Who knew my good girl- fuck- liked hearing such naughty words?” He growls. You suck on his cock in response, trying to make him cum. He pulls on your hair slightly and you moan, throat tensing as you choke on his cock. 

“You know how to get me to stop.” Tomura reminds you in a shaky voice. “Bet you love it, though, don’t you? Love it when I make you choke on my cock.” 

You moan again and he mirrors it as he stills his hips and cums in your mouth. He shivers and you keep sucking, wanting to keep his cock in your mouth as long as possible. He pulls out and you take a gasping breath, sweaty and red-faced. You stick your tongue, obedient and well-behaved. Tomura, taking deep breaths to regain the composure of the dom he likes to be, takes ahold of your tongue and lifts it up, turns it from side to side. Satisfied that you swallowed like a good girl he drops your tongue. 

Kiego coughing makes you look at them again. Tomura resumes his spot at the computer chair as you watch Kiego make a show of treating Dabi’s cum like it’s the worst tasting thing he’s ever known. You’ll admit readily that cum tastes horrible at best but you would swallow for Tomura if it meant he would eat you out. 

“That tastes like shit.” Kiego curses at Dabi, another thing that would get you over Tomura’s knee. Dabi smacks him again and again Kiego looks at you. 

“I sucked you off, let me at her now.” A small pang of fear strikes your gut. Kiego would be rough, wouldn’t he? Would he leave marks? You squirm as you imagine him biting up your thighs and pressing down on them so hard there are tiny fingertip-shaped bruises left there for days. 

“Beg her.” Dabi guides Kiego to stand by his hair. You sink further into the pillows and glance at Tomura. 

“I’m going to eat you out until you beg me to stop.” You grip onto the sheets and look at Tomura whose eyes have hardened as they look at Kiego. Dabi smacks him upside the head. 

“Ask properly or you get nothing.” Dabi warns him. Kiego sighs and his shoulders drop. 

“Can I eat you out? Can I spread your thighs, mark you up, make you cum over and over again until you cry?” You look at Tomura for his answer. Nothing happens to you that doesn’t go through him first, that was one of the rules he set for tonight. 

“Do you want him to?” Tomura asks. You nod with a gulp. “Tell him.” 

“Yes, please.” You reply to Kiego. He smirks and steps over the baseboard to get to you. Dabi pulls back on the leash just as Kiego spreads your legs. 

“What the fuck? Let me go.” He tugs against it but the collar stays put at the base of his throat. Dabi smirks and you recognize that look- he knows he has total control over Kiego, even if he is acting like a brat. 

“You stop when I tell you, got it?” Dabi asks. Kiego rolls his eyes. 

“Yeah, whatever, just let go.” Kiego tugs and Dabi let’s go. 

Kiego pulls your panties down and throws them onto the floor, lips kissing on your thighs as you squirm and gasp. You toss your head back, eyes closed tightly as you grip the sheets in a desperate attempt to keep your hands out of Kiego’s hair. You weren’t told you could touch him. 

“Put your hands in his hair, little mouse.” Dabi’s voice comes from directly in front of the bed and you open your eyes, legs twitching as the nickname flutters through your stomach. Both him and Tomura have moved spots, sitting now at two chairs aptly placed at the foot of the bed to watch. 

You thread your fingers into Kiego’s hair as his breath brushes across your pussy. You spread your legs further, eyes bouncing between Dabi and Tomura. 

“Good girl.” Tomura says and you arch your back as Kiego finally starts to eat you out. He’s sloppy, rough, has you whimpering and moaning loudly in mere seconds. You wiggle your hips, squirming and bucking them into his mouth until he holds them down and keeps you where he wants you. 

“Sensitive.” Dabi comments. You moan again, thighs starting to shake. 

“She’s always been sensitive. I like to tease her for hours just to deny her, you should see her when she begs for more and then cries when she doesn’t get her way.” It’s true- Tomura does like to leave you on edge for whole afternoons while he works in his office knowing you’ll just pace around after the first two hours like a horny cat in heat until you get what you need. 

“I’d love to see it.” Dabi remarks. 

“Are you gonna cum, baby?” Tomura breaks from their conversation just as you get closer to your orgasm. You nod, gasping and moaning. 

“Can I? Need it- need to cum- he’s- I can’t-” 

“Don’t.” Tomura commands. You whine petulant, feet kicking as you try to fight it off. 

“Please!” You beg. “I- I need to cum! I’m a- I’m a good girl- I want it-” 

“Are you a good girl?” Tomura asks. You nod quickly, eyes opening to look at him. 

“I’m your good girl.” You try to say it as stable as possible but it fails at the end, getting shaky. 

“Kiego, stop.” Dabi says to Kiego. He doesn’t stop and you panic, whining and trying to push him off. If Dabi said stop he had to stop or else he’d get you both in trouble and you’re a good girl! Good girls don't get in trouble. 

“S-Stop- don’t wanna get in trouble-” You beg Kiego, pushing at his forehead. You swear you see him smirk against you. 

“Kiego.” Dabi’s voice gets deeper, more stern and you keep whining, keep pushing Kiego away. He’s stronger than you, has a tight grip on your hips and good footing, there’s no way he’s losing this. 

“I’m gonna cum- please- don’t want to get in trouble-” You beg again, looking at Tomura. He seems to be enjoying you getting ruined by Kiego. Dabi sighs and leans forward, taking hold of the leash and pulling, successfully dislodging Kiego from you. 

You sigh and slump down, panting as you close your legs. 

“‘M sorry.” You look at Tomura. “He’s stronger than me and I-” 

“It’s okay, baby.” Tomura sits on the edge of the bed as Dabi berates Kiego for no listening again. Tomura leans down to kiss you and bask in his attention once again. 

“I’m getting punished?” You ask with disappointment in your voice. Tomura frowns down at you. 

“No, baby, you’re not getting punished. Kiego is.” Tomura looks at Kiego and you follow.

[brattyfics]

Savage

Summary: Miguel Galindo’s wife accidentally shows off her new lingerie set to Nestor and other members of the security team. Inspired by @sheeshgivemeabreak head cannon of Miguel’s significant other being seen by Nestor in her lingerie.

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x Black!OC

Warnings: Some cringy use of the word savage, Miguel Galindo quoting Beyonce and Megan Thee Stallion, exhibitionism (sorta?), rough sex.

Word count: 2K+

Placing the Chanel #5 perfume on the vanity, Ava, leaned back to admire her handiwork. 

Her normally big, thick hair had been pressed and curled to perfection, falling down into beautiful barrel curls past her shoulders. Long-lashed eyes blinked back at her in the mirror, glossy, pink lips gleaming despite the low lighting. 

Ava’s eyes trailed down to her breasts, shifting and adjusting to make sure everything was perfect. A white lingerie set from Agent Provocateur’s latest line clung to soft curves. The set was see-through for the most part, exposing her chocolate nipples and brown mound. Lace frilled the edges of the bra cups and panties, completing the naughty angel look. 

Satisfied, she turned from her reflection to strap on a pair of vintage designer heels, one of many gifts from her fiance, Miguel Galindo. She spared one final look at herself in the mirror before embarking on the mission to get her man in bed.

It wasn’t unheard of for him to spend long lengths of time in his personal study, the nature of his business called for it. Ava understood, but that didn’t mean she liked it. She tried to let him work uninterrupted for the most part, but sometimes he needed to be reminded of what was waiting for him in bed.

The short silk robe that covered her body did very little to preserve her modesty, so she was extra careful when scanning the hallway for bodies. Miguel normally kept his men off the second floor. It was hard for her to adjust to having someone watching her at all times, and this compromise did give her a small semblance of normalcy.

Confident no one would see her, she crept towards the office door, wanting to maintain the element of surprise. The two of them understood that she should know everything or nothing at all. Before getting married, they agreed on full disclosure. Still, Miguel didn’t want his two worlds completely fused together. Ava could tell he didn’t like her to be in the office, but she figured she would quickly be forgiven. As soon as the ties of her robe opened, Miguel would be focused on one thing.

Ava had seen Marcus leave earlier, it was rare that he did so. Being Miguel’s advisor meant he needed to be accessible 24/7, but everyone needed a break sometimes. For that reason, Ava was confident the two of them would be alone when she twisted the door knob and entered.

As soon as the door closed behind her, her fingers went to work at undoing the silk ties, and with a quick shrug Ava let gravity do the rest. Miguel’s head lifted from his papers in just enough time to watch it hit the ground, his mouth falling open, eyes widening in surprise.

Then movement to her right caused her to shriek and stumble back into the door. It was Ava’s turn for a surprise. 

Her own mouth fell open in horror. To her right stood a stunned Nestor, who had previously been occupied with something on the bookshelf.

“Shit!”

All three of them seemed to curse at the same time. Nestor scrambled to cover his eyes, books raining down with a thud in his haste. Eventually, he managed to turn so his back was facing Ava. Miguel dropped the papers he had been holding, locking eyes with Ava, communicating without saying a word. Your ass is in big trouble, missy. 

That tore her out of the shocked, frozen trance she had been in. She spun to open the door, her palms sweaty and clumsy, making the task ten times harder. Her heels clicked against the floor as she shuffled her feet impatiently. The tops of her ears burned, the thump of her heart sounding off within them.

The door opened, but not because of Ava’s doing. Hearing the scream and thump had caused the security team to run up the stairs. 

“Shit!” She shrieked again, bending down to scoop up the silk robe. Her nipples pebbled against the thin fabric as the gust of air from the door swinging open hit her. 

Nestor took that as his opportunity to make a dash for it, Miguel right behind him to slam the door in everyone’s face with a swear.

Harsh breathing were the only sounds to be heard on their side of the door, sounds of dress shoes clicking away on the other side.

Without a doubt, this was her most embarrassing moment. Ever.

The two of them stood there, Miguel’s hands above her head on the door, trapping her against it with his body as a gate. She tried in vain to calm herself and she was sure her man was trying to do the same. Waves of anger radiated off of him, and she knew there was an epic punishment coming her way.

“I-I’m sooo sorry, babe.” She apologized, slowly turning so she was facing him. 

He reminded her of an angry bull in that moment-- full of rage with a clear (and easy) target in front of him. Unfortunately, she happened to be the target stupid enough to provoke him. His eyebrows pinched together, lips downturned in that dangerous scowl he usually reserved for employees that disappointed him. The dark look in his eyes told her to stop while she was ahead, but she felt the urge to break up some of the tension.

“I didn’t--” His hand rose, and there was no more room for explaining. She gnawed on her gloss covered bottom lip.

“You are without a doubt the most disobedient, infuriating person I’ve ever met. I deal with bikers, drug traffickers, hitmen, all kinds of fucking degenerates and yet no one manages to piss me off more than you.” His hand found its way back to her collarbone, tossing her hair back behind her shoulders.

“I give you everything. Try to treat you like the princess I know you can be, but you insist on being an insolent brat. I give you free reign of this house-- this fucking city, but you have to show up in the one place you shouldn’t. Why is that?” He leaned down to look in her eyes, fingertips ghosting over her neck until she shifted to stare up at him. 

Miguel watched, fascinated as she transformed into the most demure version of herself, one she reserved for times like this when he was really angry. Her arms left her sides to lock around his neck, batting her eyelashes in hopes of a little mercy.

“Don’t act like a good girl now.” He scoffed, enjoying the closeness despite himself. He leaned in to nibble at her neck. “We both know you’re not.” She hisses at the sting, fire back in her eyes as if she was telling him she would bite back.

“You’re a bad bitch, right? A savage— or whatever that damn song you’re always singing says, right? So act like it.” He always acted as if he was annoyed by her mini-concerts, but she knew he was secretly her biggest fan. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing out loud. He didn’t allow her amusement to distract him. “Get on your knees. Now.”

Back in submissive character, she dropped to her knees.

“Now you listen.” He tsks, hands moving to unbuckle his pants. “Probably because you think there’s something in it for you. Sucking cock is your favorite pastime. Isn’t that right, sucia? You get off on being on your knees but I can promise you, this isn’t for your pleasure.” 

Ava tried her best to look disappointed. No matter what he said, there absolutely was something in it for her. They both knew it. She resisted the urge to help him undress and instead watched him, resting her weight on the backs of her legs. He finally stepped out of his dress pants and underwear, tossing them to the side.

He stood in front of her, stroking his thick cock in her face. Her eyes watched him stroke, back and forth, milking it until precum puddled around the tip. She leaned forward, her lips puckered to give it a kiss, only to be pushed back into position. 

Ava gave him a cross look. “Don’t look at me like that. You don’t decide. I do. It’s time you learned that.” She felt hypnotized as he continued to pump his hard dick. She felt like a puppy, eager, desperately wanting to drool and wag her tongue. Her eyes darted back and forth between his beautiful brown dick and his face, squirming and shifting her knees.

“Open your mouth.” She presented her long, pink tongue to him.

He teased her with the tip at the opening of her mouth, tapping it on her tongue. She begged him with her eyes to continue. 

“Take it as deep as you can.” He used that firm tone that always made her pussy throb, the fat tip invading her mouth. She sighed in relief, her tongue softly massaging the bottom of his dick as she struggled to take it all with no build-up. When he hit the back of her throat, her eyes closed, concentrating on controlling her gag reflex.

He withdrew from her mouth, causing her eyes to snap open. “Look at me while you suck my dick.” Ava nodded in understanding, letting the storm brewing in his eyes egg her on. She let him feed her dick, her eyes trained on his.

More often than not, Miguel was soft with her. She was always mi amor or bebita, perched in his lap while he read the newspaper or holding his hand across the table while they breakfast. He loved to shower her with expensive gifts and lavish trips. In return, she was his oasis. She navigated the duality of her complex man with grace, always managing to be exactly what he needed. Still, she lived for the moments where she could get under his skin.

He groaned as he watched her gag around his dick, water welling up in her pretty eyes. She pushed herself further, thick lips moving up and down his length. Her face alone could do him in-- but the looks she gave, the sounds she made, the way she expressed her love all over his dick had him ready to melt. He could barely breathe from trying to hold his moans in, stroking the top of her head with affection.

Her hands went up to rest on the tops of his legs as she throated him to the best of her ability, moaning and making it as wet as she could. Tasting him, breathing him in, swallowing him, and looking at him all at once overwhelmed her. Her panties flooded, eyes fluttering closed again.

She heard the sound ricocheting off her ass before she felt the sting, hands going back soothe her ass cheek with a whimper. Her mouth fell open in surprise.

“Did I tell you to close your eyes?” 

“No, sir.”

Miguel’s hand gripped her neck firmly.

“Did I tell you to take my dick out of your mouth?”

Another negative. “No--”

“You can’t do anything right.” Her eyebrows pulled together, lips falling into a pout. “Don’t worry, princesa, I’ll do it for you.”

He guided her by the neck, pushing her back towards the door, reaching down to pull her legs from under her, so her head could rest flush against it. The only way his dick would leave her mouth would be if he took it out. 

He used her mouth like a pussy, pumping in and out to soothe his temper. Ava was sure to maintain eye contact this time, even as spit dribbled out of her mouth onto his dick and down her chin. Down it went and Miguel didn’t let up, watching it spill between the valley of her breasts. 

She tracked his eyes, reaching up to pull down her bra straps to free her breasts. He could see the mischief in her eyes as she jiggled them at him.

He slapped her hands away with a grunt, replacing them with his own. He tugged on each nipple, loving the feeling of her moaning around his dick.

Her drenched panties clung uncomfortably to her womanhood. She needed him to take his frustration out on her pussy next.

Tears spilled from the corners of her eyes, but she refused to look away, telling him with her eyes how much she wanted his release. I want that big load so bad. Come all down my throat, daddy. Feed your princess. 

Miguel cursed under his breath, thrusts faltering as he looked up to the ceiling. Relishing in his moment of weakness, she hummed around his length. “Fuck…” He pulled out immediately. “Get up.” He grabbed her up by her shoulders, spinning her so she faced the door. 

He clawed at her panties like a lion with its prey. The mushroom tip poked at her entrance, further coating the tip in the moisture. “You’re so fucking wet.” He slid himself between her fat lips, trying to prepare himself before he came prematurely. 

Ava jumped forward when his tip met her clit. “Stop moving.” He hissed as she rocked back against him, begging to be put out of her misery. His hand rained down smacks in retaliation.

She tired, but couldn’t stop her wiggling, desperately needing relief. She felt near tears. “Please.” She whined.

With a forceful thrust in, he knocked the wind out of her, giving her no time to adjust. “So fucking hardheaded.” Ava bit her lip, turning to look at him only to find his eyes focused on her ass, watching it ripple with each thrust in. 

“Fuck me.” She whimpered, using the door for leverage to push back against him. Ava fucked him the way he liked, making it nasty while looking at him innocently. “I’m sorry for being bad, daddy. I wanna be your good girl again. I wanna be daddy’s princess--” His hand came up to cover her mouth, silencing her before she made him bust. 

“Shut. Up.” He breathed harshly, whispering dirty words in her ear. “Just do your job and fuck me. Shake that fat ass.” No, you do your job and fuck me. She couldn’t talk so she licked the palm of his hand in retaliation.

He rained down slaps on her ass until he could see a red undertone on her brown skin. 

She wailed his name and he did his best to muffle her screams, but there was no doubt everyone in the house knew what they were up to.

“You want everyone to hear you being a desperate slut?” He pounded into her, no longer caring about the sound of her hips thudding against the door. “You’re the most cock-hungry bitch I ever met. You don’t care who knows as long as I pound you the way you like, baby?” 

She tried to deny his accusation, shaking her head. There was always someone around to watch their backs so being heard and occasionally walked in on didn’t bother either of them much. 

But men that worked for Miguel, amongst them his very best friend had seen his wife practically naked. He poured his anger into every stroke, pulling on her hair until it rested on his shoulder. His fingers snaked down to massage her soaking clit, sending her over the edge. 

“Fuckkkkkkkkkk.” She cried out as he continued his assault, more frenzied than ever in his movements. Her legs shook as she tried to remain upright, her pussy walls clenching and pulling him in even deeper. 

“Fuckkkk.” He groaned his own release, strokes slowing as he filled her pussy. 

Ava’s head fell forward out of exhaustion but before she could lose her balance, his arms wrapped around her midsection. He pulled her into him, peppering kisses on her neck, behind her ear, and finally in her fruity smelling hair. 

Even as he held her up soothing her, Ava worried he would hold onto his anger as he sometimes did because of pride. Her worries dissipated when he spoke. 

“I’m definitely the savage in the relationship.”

[simsadventures]

Only Mine: Chapter 11: Night Out

Summary: Attending a ball with Bucky as his official girlfriend is a big deal for you, and you try to prepare accordingly. Meanwhile, Bucky tries to determine the actions of his enemies.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex (nothing graphic here), mobster AU, swearing, angst

Word Count: 3035

A/N: Who’s excited for this? Because I definitely am! Reader’s dress are showcased in the moodboard, for anyone interested, but feel free to imagine any dress you like. It’s your story after all! FEEDBACK is gold my people, so please, please let me know what you all thought of this chapter. Lots of love!! xx

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Waking up, you felt butterflies in your stomach. Well, it actually felt more like a bunch of bats were trying to tear you from the inside, trying to get away, but that didn’t sound so romantic, so when Nat asked you how you were feeling, you told her the butterfly version.

It was Friday morning, and even though you had to go to work, you couldn’t care less about that. Tonight was the night when you’d finally be introduced as Bucky’s girlfriend to more than his closest men and family. And as much as you were nervous about the whole thing, you couldn’t help yourself to feel excited as well.  

You knew that the Bucky you’d see in the evening would be a very different version to what you were used to, but you also realised that if this relationship was gonna work, you’d have to get used to even to his official mobster persona. You told him like a million times during the week, that if he treated you like one of your bitches, he’d regret it. Greatly.

And despite him being the actually dangerous one in the relationship, you heard him gulp through the phone, and he just husked out a simple understood, which made you smirk in return. This big mafia boss was yours, and you couldn’t be happier about it.

True, you two didn’t have any conversation regarding your feelings, but if tonight went well, you were determined to tell him how you felt about him. You weren’t able to hide it any longer. Every second you spent with Bucky convinced you that you were doing the right thing, letting him have your heart. As cautious as you were during the very beginnings of your relationship, none of it bothered you now. Every day, Bucky proved to you just how much you meant to him, even if the actual words never left his mouth.

Work was torture because all you could think of was your beautiful dress awaiting you at home, the wonders that Nat could do with your make-up, and the moment you finally was with Bucky again. He has been busy the whole week, only managing to visit you once, for a brief talk before you fell asleep, completely exhausted. You knew he was there with you until you fell asleep, drawing circles on your exposed back, humming compliments into your ear. You remembered thinking that you could get used to something like this every night because sleep always came easier when Bucky was there with you.

So when you finally escaped work, thinking about all those things that happened between you and Bucky, and about what was about to happen, you almost sprinted the whole way to your apartment. You felt like an idiot feeling so giddy about such thing, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Your man would be astounded by your appearance tonight, and you knew for a fact that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself.

—-

“What do you mean nobody saw him for the last 3 weeks?” Bucky’s voice boomed through his office, every man sitting there, shrinking further into their chairs. Bucky was furious, the vein on his forehead was ticking like a time bomb, ready to explode, his nostrils flaring like an angry lion. Even Sam and Steve were quiet, their heads bowed because they knew too well that were they to piss Bucky off at that particular moment, a bullet might be the next thing they saw.

As much as Bucky seemingly calmed down ever since you walked into his life, it didn’t seem to affect his work. He was as ruthless as ever, maybe even more, because now he had an actual person to protect from all the shit happening in the city.

And Pierce being underground didn’t seem like him, and it made chills run down Bucky’s spine. He needed to know where Pierce was at all times, and because his men forgot to mention that they couldn’t find him for the good part of the month, Bucky was ready to explode.

“Why the fuck is nobody speaking up? Didn’t I tell you that the second something changes with that motherfucker, you come right to me? Huh? Or are you idiots to fucking dumb to remember a simple task? I’m looking at you two shitheads, Rumlow, Johnson. I thought you were assigned to his case!”

The two men still didn’t look at Bucky, probably not even breathing in fear it would make Bucky snap.

“I expect answers!” Bucky yelled, and he saw Peter flinching from the corner of his eye. But he didn’t care, not at that moment. Somebody’s hurt feelings were the last of his worries, and if he had to, he would beat the information out of his own men.

“We thought he just had a vacation, or something, y’know?”

Boom.

A book that was laying on Bucky’s side of the table was sent flying across the room and landed with a loud thud.

“Vacation? You’ve got to be kidding me, Rumlow. For fuck’s sake. Dig deeper and fucking find him. And I’m telling you, if anybody crashes tonight’s party, heads will be chopped off. And I fucking mean it, so I advise everybody here to fucking do something about it. I want all the other guys at the ball too, I want everyone there in case Pierce decided to show up.”

Bucky yelled and left the room before he actually hurt somebody. Steve and Sam shared a look before they both got up from their chairs and followed Bucky outside. The rest of the men remained seated, waiting till they heard some door closing behind Bucky, so they could sneak out unwatched.

Bucky went outside to the porch, watching the trees move under the light breeze, trying to think of things to calm him down. He really didn’t want to have to kill anybody on his own team, but it was getting harder and harder to keep to that.

He knew Steve and Sam would come to talk to him, so it didn’t surprise him when he heard the door opening and closing and set of two boots strutting towards him.

“It’s probably nothing, Buck, and you know it. If the guys genuinely thought it was something, they would have told you. I bet they just didn’t want to disturb your honeymoon phase with Y/N. We all see how happy you are with her, and nobody wants to destroy that,” Steve said softly, patting Bucky on his shoulder.

Bucky sighed and closed his eyes. He knew Steve was probably right about the men, and definitely right about you. Just the thought of you laughing at something stupid he told you made a small smile creep to his cheeks. You’ve ruined him for any other woman, that was for sure. Maybe, you even ruined him for the line of work, people trying to protect him from any sort of information was not something that happened too often.

“I know, and all that’s nice, but when I give an order, I fucking expect people to follow it, and not think about my poor, poor heart. I’m the boss here, and something, I’ve the feeling people forget it.”

“Ha! Don’t worry, you instilled the fear of God in them a long time ago. Nobody doubts what you’re willing to do for the city, for your men. Trust me, man, if anything, they fear you even more, because everyone knows that were something to happen to Y/N, you’d probably murder half the city, including them,” Sam smiled at Bucky, patting his other shoulder.

Bucky nodded thankfully at both his friends, feeling better about himself and about the whole situation already. He huffed out a breath he was holding and let himself get excited about tonight. His birthday was on Sunday, but he wanted the ball to be on Friday, and the theme for this year was Hell. Simple but effective, Bucky thought, and he seriously couldn’t wait to see what you’d wear.

He wanted to buy you a dress, but you insisted on them being a surprise, and, honestly, Bucky wanted to be surprised by you and your beauty. The night couldn’t come soon enough for him.

—-

It was a surprise to find Peter standing in front of your door at 8 sharp, and even a bigger surprise was that Bucky wasn’t there with him. You scolded yourself inwardly because you knew it was his party and the host should probably be there for when all the guests arrived. Still. Your possessive ass wanted him for yourself, and it only now dawned on you that tonight would be the first night when you’d be with him, be he wouldn’t be entirely yours.

“You look exquisite, Y/N. Bucky is gonna faint when he sees you,” Peter interrupted your invasive thoughts, and you blushed slightly at his compliment. You looked him up and down, finding him dressed in a suit, looking sharp as hell.

“Well, you don’t look too bad yourself, Mr Handsome! All you mobster boys can dress up really nicely, Imma give you that,” you smirked at him, getting into the back of the car. You could see Peter blushing as well, and you had to chuckle. He really was too sweet for this life.

The car ride was filled with the two of you laughing like crazy people, him sharing some stories about his aunt May, while you told him what your younger twin-sisters did to prank you when they were little. You didn’t even realise you were driving so long when you suddenly saw a beautiful renaissance building in front of you, with red and black drapes hanging on the railings, giving the whole building a hellish look.

Bucky really did take the whole theme seriously, you thought as you got out of the car with Peter’s help.

You looked around the entrance, and could already see many people, standing there and chatting. Your eyes slid to the women, who were all scarcely dressed, all their dresses reminding you more of lingerie than an actual dress. You gulped and looked down at yourself, suddenly feeling weird in your silky red dress with tin straps and long slit. It was still a long dress, and you wished you wore something more revealing, doubting that Bucky would even spare you a glance in the vast amount of mini-dresses, where the women showed their panties without hesitation.

Peter saw your doubts, and he rushed to your side. He didn’t understand what was going on, but he wanted to make sure you were ok, nevertheless.

“He’s right inside, Y/N. C’mon, you look lovely, and I bet the big boss is anxiously awaiting your arrival.”

You scoffed and shook your head.

“Look around, Peter. Everyone looks much hotter than me and, let’s be honest, Bucky is more prone to look at the girls with their boobs spilling out of their dress than at me, barely showing anything other than a bit of cleavage and my leg. Ugh! I should’ve known that this was not a normal ball. Maybe I should’ve let Bucky buy me the damn dress, and he would actually like what he saw!”  

Peter squinted his eyes and then raised his eyebrow, unbelievingly.

“Wait a second. You think Bucky will be interested in anybody else than you? I meant it when I said you looked exquisite, and if you only gave Bucky the chance to actually tell you himself, maybe these idiotic doubts wouldn’t come to your mind,” Peter said with a smirk, proud that he could scold you like that without apologising.

You gaped at him slightly, before you blinked a few times and let him know that you were ready to walk into the lion’s den. You caught Peter’s elbow, not willing to face all those people alone, and he gladly let you use his arm as both physical and moral support.

You could feel people staring at you, some with curiosity, but most, and especially the women, with distrust and disdain. You pursed your lips even harder, not giving them the chance to talk to you because you needed to find your footing first. You needed to find Bucky to calm down. Or to tell you that you weren’t what he wanted and you could go home and cry.

Peter wasn’t really sure where his boss was, but he was determined to find him as soon as possible, preferably before you’ve had enough of your self-doubts and turned around to leave the party. From the very first second, Peter met you, he enjoyed your presence, around the mansion and around Bucky, and he was determined to keep you two together.

When he finally noticed three men, standing like they owned the place, and he noticed that the shapes of the heads matched heads of Bucky, Steve, and Sam, he quickened his pace, not realising that your high heels didn’t let you run around like him. He tapped Bucky’s shoulder, and for a second, he was scared of his boss because Bucky gave him a look that said how dare you to disturb me, but that quickly changed.

Bucky glanced at Peter with a snarky retort on his tongue, when he noticed somebody with their beauty beyond words gripping Peter’s arm and his heart skipped a beat.

You looked like a goddess, or the queen of hell, to be more precise. Your dress wasn’t as revealing as most of the women in the ballroom, but maybe that was why Bucky loved your dress even more. They hugged your curves perfectly, leaving little to the imagination as they accentuated your breasts and your hips with your ass, the slit on your leg revealing your perfect thigh to the world. And as happy as Bucky was to see you, he suddenly didn’t like that dress that much.

You watched as Bucky’s expression changed from bitchy to amazed, to angry in a few seconds, and the last look almost made you take a step back. Why he was angry, suddenly, was beyond you.

Bucky nodded at Peter, who then let go of your arm, and Bucky stood impossibly close to you, pressing his chest against you in a desperate hug.

“What do you think you’re wearing, doll?” He hissed into your ear, and you bowed your head, ashamed. You knew he’d be pissed because you didn’t show enough.

“I’m so sorry, James. I thought this was a ball as in a ball, but when I came and saw all the mini dresses all around, I felt like a fool. I still do. Maybe I can make Peter drive me to the closest mall, and I can get myself something shorter? Or maybe tighter? I know how much-“

“Shorter? Tighter? Have you lost your fucking mind? I thought you were revealing too much! Everyone can see your perfect body like that, and that body’s mine! I don’t want these sly men ogling what’s fucking mine!”

You frowned and pulled away from him slightly.

“What? Have you seen what the other women are wearing? I’m like the most modest person here, babe!”

“Yeah, but all these women are mostly sluts only here to try and get into our pants. And while I’d love you in my pants, I can’t stand the idea that other men are thinking the same fucking thing,” he growled and instinctively pulled you to him again. You let him and smirked into the crook of his neck. He still had eyes just for you.

“I’m yours, Mr Barnes. No need to be jealous. I don’t care what other people think as long as you’re not ogling other women,” he whispered into his ear, and it was now his turn to pull away, his mouth turned to an amused smirk.

“Other women? I don’t even fucking see other women, doll. I told you, you’re different, and you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

You giggled before he pulled you in a heated kiss, obviously laying claim on you, but you couldn’t care less. His claim on you meant that you had a claim on him, and so you happily obliged, hoping that all those bitches were watching you and understanding that your man was off-limits.

Bucky seemed to have read your mind because he gave you a knowing look and pecked your lips once again, before you started walking around the room, him talking to some important people, while you were standing by his side, calming him with your presence.

The whole night was rather pleasant, Bucky’s hand firmly placed on your hip, and whenever you had to go to the restroom, he would make Peter or Drax, or both take you there and back to him after. You wanted to fight him on this, but one stern look from him told you that this was not the place nor time when you should protest against his commands. So you always just rolled your eyes, inwardly, and let the guys take you to the restroom.

When you were back in Bucky’s arms, his shoulder lost the tension they had whenever you left his side. It was well after midnight, both you and Bucky had a glass of champagne in your hands, and you were stealing away a second for yourselves, having a hard time to keep your hands on your own bodies, when the other looked so delicious when you heard the first crash.

Bucky’s playful side was suddenly gone, and in was the sharp and concentrated man you remembered from the night of your attack. You exchanged a quick glance before you stepped into the room.

Another crash sounded, and you only then realised what it was. Gunshots. Somebody was shooting in the ballroom.

Before you knew what was happening, you were on the ground, panting heavily, and a pain shot through your whole body. This wasn’t happening.

It was only when you saw droplets of blood around you that you let the panic overwhelm you. You were under attack, and there was almost a zero chance that the two of you would make it out alive.

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Gavin - Jealous

Request for @ctaishy​ - Gavin smut with edging after MC gets jealous of another woman flirting with him and he doesn’t notice.

Smut and NSFW

Warnings: Restraints, Edging, Oral, Masturbation, Sex, Dirty talk

“Baby please,” He groaned, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, his cheeks flushed with colour. His hands thrashed against the headboard where they were locked to the bed with his hands cuffs. Your thumb leaves ghosting trails as you spread the leaking bead of moisture over his head. He groaned and thrust his hips. 

“What’s the matter Gavin? Cat got your tongue? Or maybe Luna has it seeming as if you were so chatty with her,” Your voice rings with jealousy. You were livid, the blood coursing through your veins determined to show Gavin no mercy. 

You had come to visit your boyfriend who was at work on his lunch break, you had the rarity of having a day off. You clutched the small bag of lunch you had made, hoping to spend his lunch break at the nearby park with a picnic you had made. It was a perfect picnic day and you wore a burgundy short-playsuit with a halter neck, an outfit Gavin loved.  Only that went out the window very quickly when you walked into the open space, filled with police officers, your eyes scanning for your partner when you finally saw him with a young officer giggling relentlessly at every word he said, flipping her hair over her shoulder and curling it over her finger. Her hand playfully rubbed his bicep. Bitch no, get your hands off my man. Gavin often said you were naive but he was just as bad, he didn’t realise just how handsome he was, how many women pined after him. 

“That's Luna, she’s new,” Minor squeaked from behind you, making you jump a little, as he stood next to you.

“Well she’s about to learn her place,” You scowl, watching her flirt with Gavin who wasn’t pushing off her advances, most likely thinking she was being friendly. You playfully elbowed Minor and told him never to scare you like that again, he whined and told you that you were turning into Gavin. Time to put little miss touching biceps back in line.

“Gavin! There you are hunny,” You smile sweetly making your way over to him, staring Luna down who quickly removes her hand off him. She learned quickly. 

“Bella, hi,” He responds, you wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss, his face going a deep shade of red as whistles come from different members in the room. You pulled away, the tips of Gavin’s ears going red, never had you shown such affection in his work place.

“I-I’ll see you later Gavin,” Luna heavily embarrassed says, walking away clearly getting the message.

“Bye,” You smirk over your shoulder in a sickly sweet voice watching her dis-appear before turning back to your blushing boyfriend. 

“What was that about?” He grins softly, wrapping his arms around your waist, his face the colour of your outfit.

“Can’t I greet my boyfriend?” You smirk slightly, feeling a slight bulge against your thigh, Gavin’s weakness was you. An innocent kiss, an accidental hand brush, trying on lingerie sets, anything could turn this man on when it came to you. Taking his hand, you lead him out of the shared space, an idea filling your mind. 

You wouldn’t lie, you were jealous, of course you would be, officer small tits flirting with your man! Touching him! The cheek. Gavin was yours and you wanted to remind him of that, even though you knew Gavin’s love for you was the purest of all. He was madly in love with you and had been since high school, you were crazy for him too, he was the love of your life. 

Finding an empty corridor and opening an empty broom closet you quickly pull you and Gavin in, shutting the door behind you.

“Bella?” He asks confused, before you stop him, pulling him down to kiss him deeply again. Your hands fly to undo your halter top, exposing your naked breasts underneath, a low growl forming in Gavins chest. His lips meet yours back and even though it was dark you knew Gavin would be blushing at your actions.

“What are you-” He starts but stops when he sees you drop to your knees, your hands flying to undo his trousers, pulling them down with his boxers and his semi-hard cock flies out.

“B-bella?” His voice confused but also lust-full. Your hand pumps him until he’s fully erect. 

“Keep quiet if you don’t want to be caught!” You hiss, holding his base as your mouth takes him, bobbing your head. His hands fly to your hair, guiding your head in a gentle motion but bop your head faster, having him withering in minutes. Normally you wouldn’t be so vigorous, admiring every inch of him, but you didn’t have time for that right now. Flicking your tongue under his head, a movement that would have him finishing in seconds.

“I’m-I’m gonna,” He grunts, thrusting into your mouth and just as you feel him throb into your mouth you pull off him. A high-groan leaves his mouth at the loss, having built him up to torture him from the sweet release. You stand up, Gavin placing his hands on your waist, clearly thinking that was just an appetiser and ready for the main thing. Your reach your arms down and pull up your playsuit top, retying it to Gavin’s whine.

“W-what?” He asks, you could hear the strain in his voice.

“Why don’t you go find Luna, you clearly liked her touching you,” Your voice was laced with jealousy, you didn’t even try to hide it. You left poor Gavin, his cock throbbing in the cupboard as you snuck out, hearing ‘God dammit’ coming from the man you had just left. You fixed your hair as you walked back to the open office, beckoning Minor over.

“Where's Gavin?” He asked, looking around.

“He’s got some business to sort out,” You smirk, perching yourself on his desk, “I’m going home, make sure she doesn’t come within an inch of Gavin or swear I’ll shove her head up your ass,”. Minor nodded, easiest way to get him to do something was to threaten the poor boy. 

You waited at home, thinking of a way to get back at Gavin (And yes okay he didn’t do anything, but he still never pushed off Luna’s advances). It made you feel self-conscious, what if Gavin didn’t love you as much as he said? What if he didn’t fight off Luna’s advances because he wanted to be with her? Sure she was pretty, they worked together, they would spend time together everyday, they would most likely share stories of work together.... The thoughts in your head started spiralling downwards, making yourself feel worthless, what if they were right? What if Gavin wanted to be with her and that's why he didn’t push her off? God damn it anxiety and self-doubt is a bitch. 

Shaking off the thoughts, you was determined to make Gavin forget all about her the minute he came home. Diving under your bed, you pulled out the lingerie set you had hidden wanting to save it for a special occasion. You stripped off and slipped it on, the baby blue and see-through lace clung to your breasts, the matching thong was almost as thin as tooth floss left nothing unshown, finishing with a garter belt. Standing in front of the mirror, you hoped it would drive Gavin insane, it shown off practically every inch of your body. You took one of his old button up shirts that he had left at your place and let it glide over your body, doing it up and waiting for him. 

“Babe!” Gavin yelled when he opened the door to your apartment, you sat on the sofa with your left leg crossed over the top of your right.

“You're late,” You pout, standing up and making your way to him. He gives you a light hum, admiring the sight of you in his shirt as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Do you know how mad I am at you for earlier,” He groans, placing a kiss to your lips, “I had to go finish in the bathroom because I couldn’t get the feeling of your lips out of my head,”. You laugh ever so slightly with a smirk.

“Good, I want you to only ever think of me,” You bite his lip gently. You was just about to reveal your little surprise to him when he let you go and started talking. 

“Yeah, Luna was asking where you went when I came back, I think you’d like her, she reminds me so much of you,” He says with an innocent smile, making your heart sink a little. Why was he mentioning her? Why was he bringing her name into your apartment? You didn’t respond, you didn’t want to talk about her. Your plan to fuck Gavin’s brains out was quickly forgotten, instead you wanted to make him suffer from thinking of any woman. And that is how the hunk ended up handcuffed to your bed. 

You still hadn’t shown him your sexy number under his shirt as you sucked him off, you had brought him so close to that release before removing your mouth off him, he twisted his hips in the loss. You had edged him for the second time this evening, building him up so close to the release before removing and stopping. You moved from between his legs and straddled him, his throbbing erection digging against your thigh as your fingers ran up his abs.

“I don’t like when people touch what is mine,” You pouted before bringing your hands up your own body, “Maybe I should show you what you're missing when you're too busy flirting with others.”. Your hands slowly unbutton the shirt you were wearing and sliding it off, Gavin’s breath hitching at the sight, unable to take his eyes off you. He hands thrashes against the headboard in a desperate attempt to touch you.

“I wasn’t flirting,” He groaned, as your hand leaned down and began to pump his member once more. 

“Well she definitely was, did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy having her fawn over you, flirting shamelessly with you, did you do it to tease me?” You asked before giving him a light tug, he tried to hide his grunts through gritted teeth as you let him go. 

“I only have eyes for you, you know how much I love you,” He whined, his amber eyes looking into yours, they had a tint of love mixed into the honey-filled lust. 

“It didn’t seem that way earlier, you didn’t seem to stop her,” You pouted like a small child. 

“Is this what this is all about? Is my sweet girl jealous?” He couldn’t help but give a little smirk at the thought of you being jealous over him. Oh hell no was you about to let him have the upper hand in this now. 

“Fine, I was jealous, I didn’t like seeing her touch you and flirt with you the way I do, only I get to touch and flirt with you,” You whined slightly, moving yourself so you straddled his thigh, “Like how your the only one who can me this wet,”. You dip yourself against his thigh, your wetness grazing over his leg as he groans. 

“I was going to be nice and let you finish, but I think this will be more entertaining,” You smirk lightly, pulling yourself off him and kneeling in between his legs, lying back to lean on your elbows. You spread your legs and place your feet on either side of his legs, giving him a clear view of your slickened folds beneath your tiny thong. A heavy moan comes from his throat and his cock twitches at the sight.

“Let me make it up to you baby,” He groans, “Let me show you how much I love and want only you,”. His words send pulses through your body, you wanted to let him go and let him fuck you senseless but you wouldn’t. You wanted him to suffer watching you, burning the image of you and only you into his mind. 

You take your hand and pull your panties to the side, giving him a view of your fingers that rub against your clit, moaning at your touch. You knew Gavin watching you touch yourself drove him wild, but watching and not being able to touch you might well kill him. 

“Oh~Fuck” You cry, your other hand coming down and slipping two fingers inside yourself. You knew exactly where to touch yourself to make you purr, you had a lot of practise before Gavin, slightly exaggerating your cries for his torture.

“Fuck, baby please, let me help you,” His voice strained, his hips thrusting into the air as he was mesmerised at the sight. Gavin rarely swore, you knew this was agony to him. 

“Talk to me,” You purr, loved when Gavin spoke dirty to you, not something that happened often, “Then I’ll help you,”. 

“Pinch your clit, take your fingers nice and slowly in and out, like that, good girl,” He hums, licking his lips at the sight.

“I wish that was my fingers,” He groaned, “You’d like that wouldn’t you, you love it when my fingers take over your body, when you clench tightly around them”. Your fingers began to stroke inside you faster, his words setting your skin ablaze. 

“Maybe you’d prefer my tongue, starting slow before having you wither under me within minutes, lapping up your sweet nectar, god I want to taste it,”.

“Thats it baby, faster, let me hear you,”. Your wetness and moans filling the small room, your toes curling as the tense feeling in your stomach grows. 

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, your going to be screaming my name,”. Your pants became more frequent, your hips beginning to quiver.

“Cum for me, that's it, cum,” His words being your undoing as a final curl of your fingers finished you off. You clench around your own fingers, wetness forming in your eyes as your back rises off the bed. 

“Fuck that was so hot,” Gavin groans, you finally sitting up and return to straddle him, placing your drenched fingers in his mouth. He sucks on them and you finally lean over him to undo his handcuffs. He pounces on you, throwing you under him as his hands roam your body, pinning you under him. 

“My silly, silly girl,” He mumbles as he kisses you, his hands groping your breasts, his fingers teasing your nipples under the sheer material. You moan into his mouth, your fingers running down his back, both of you grinding against each other.

“How could you be jealous? You are the love of my life, nothing, no-one compares to you, even if you tease me so mercilessly,” He manages through kisses, his hands coming under your ass as he guides himself into you, your panties flung off your leg. 

“I love you,” He groans as he pushes into you, your nails digging into his lower back. His thrusts are full of love, rocking his body against yours as you wrap your legs around his waist. One hand under your lower back, the other finds your hand and intertwines with your finger as he whispers sweet words of love to you. 

“Your mine, and I’m yours, only yours,” Falling from his lips as he continues his steady pace, not fucking you senseless as he said, instead conveying you with love and affection. His sweet motions brought you both close to a build up, his love for you being shown in every thrust. 

“I love you,” You manage as you feel your orgasm building up, his lips meet yours as you both finish together, a deep mixture of your essences inside you. 

He collapses against you, pulling you close to his chest, kissing your forehead.

“I, I’m sorry I got so jealous,” You say, hiding into his chest and he lets out a little chuckle.

“I can’t believe you got jealous over me,” The words hurt your heart.

“Gavin you are the sweetest, most generous person I know, you put yourself down too much!” You protest, “I’m the luckiest girl in the world to be with you,”. You knew without looking he was blushing from ear to ear. 

“And I’m the luckiest guy to be by your side,” He pulls you up so your face is next to his as he places soft kisses to your lips. 

“I just get insecure that you might have more in common with someone at work, I just-” You say but his lips against your cut you off as he cradles your face. 

“I love you so much, I have since I first laid on you, no-one ever will ever compare to you, I can’t bare to think of going a day without you in my life,” His words melting your heart, the love radiating off him.

“I love you too,” You smile, you felt so stupid for all your self-doubts earlier.

“Now, I’m pretty sure I said I was going to fuck you senseless,” He grins, rolling on top of you, his re-hardened member pressing against you. 

--

At work the next day he had multiple of your photos, some of just you some of you together, placed all over his desk. 

“You okay boss?” Minor asks, coming to admire the good mood. 

“Yeah, I’m fantastic,” He hums back, a smile plastered over his face. 

“Good night?” Minor teases.

“Bella and I are moving in together, I get to spend everyday knowing when I get home she will be there,” Unable to contain his happiness, “Actually Minor, I need your opinion,”.

“Oh?” He asks curiously.

“What do you think?” Gavin asks, pulling a small box from him desk drawer, a simple yet elegant ring was inside. 

“Ohmygod, Gavin’s proposing to Minor!” A young officer squealed watching from his desk. The office buzz was unreal, everyone flocking around the pair, Gavin glowing red.

“N-No!” He choked, “I’m going to ask Bella to marry me,”. All the women fawned with ‘aws’ and applause. Each and everyone knew how much he loved that girl, all so happy for him. Gavin would never tell Bella that Luna was actually interested in girls, he couldn’t help but hope that her jealous side would come out more often as it drove him wild knowing how deeply she cared and loved him. Although he would never do it on purpose, he never wanted to put his love in that sense of low self-image ever again.

---

“Gavin, what's the rush!” You squealed as he carried you bridal style into your new apartment. You had been at work all day, letting Gavin move all your new furniture into your new apartment. He carried you over the threshold, the room was dark but lit with 100 of candles illuminating the room. He placed you onto his feet and let out a light cough, his hands taking yours, trembling slightly.

“Gavin, whats-” You gasp as he gets down onto one knee, your eyes beginning to tear up, your heart pounding at an intense speed.

“Bella, I knew the first day I saw you that you was the woman I was meant to be with, that I wanted to spend everyday of my life with you, that I love you with all my heart and if you let me, I want to spend everyday making you as happy as you make me,” His voice wavering slightly as he pulls out a small box, a ringing glinting in the candle light, “Will you marry me?”. 

You was speechless, your hands cupped over your mouth, your stomach in tight knots as tears fell down your face. Unable to form words you nod your head, finally repeating yes on repeat.

“Yes, yes ohmygod yes,” You cry, your hand holding out as he places the ring on your finger before scooping you up in his arms. Tears falling from both your faces as you kiss passionately.

“I love you Gavin,” You manage, unable to take your eyes off the ring.

“I love you too,” He replies, carrying you into your bedroom, using the wind to blow out the candles, to christen your new bed and prove his ultimate love to you.

[ne-fe-li-bata]

Aye yo CORPSE!  ...

Dead ass;

You can't convince me that Corspe was/is/does ; 

in no particular order..

• Deserve to be held ( I would smother him with my chest and hold him tighter than he has ever been held) & protected from this world

• Pyro! Mans loves🔥🔥🔥 - mostly his fav elemental  (Leo is a fire sign); “WOOO... now that’s a fire!”

•  Loves knives/weapons- has a collection (quite a nifty 1, ay thank-a-you) & even knows how to use butterfly knives/ tackle combat.

      Has a collection of weapons (brass knuckle, daggers, swords, knives,etc.)

•  Highly interested in combat/training. Most likely has training in some sort of combat. Loves any form of physical combat < UFC,MMA, Boxing, any type of martial arts>

•  Absolute proper gentlemen / clearly has the utmost charm/cunning

      I.e holds the door open & will slap yo ass on the way in, moves you away from street side when walking, pulls chairs, defends your honor, etc.

• Takes A . L . O . T  to truly capture his attention- but once you have it ..%100

•  With his person; protective/obsessives/ possessive/ sensual/ affectionate .

              < mine is mine. me no share -like absolutely not at all>

             “ You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down for ya“

• RP'er on DeviantArt/chats had his own OC. (also prob had his fav person to RP with) 

         <prob even talked to them in MSN or private chat>

•  Watched mostly nothing by anime/cartoons (nick/CN) as a kid & also mostly watched certain shows/movies as a kid well into his teens

         (could recite quotes/scenes as second nature)

•  Not a major musical theatre type of kid. But musical movies/shows was 1 of his favs- but still highly interested/ in love with theatre/musicals/preforming arts none the less.

-EYES DON’T LIE

•’staring problem’ he’d just stare at you -deep in his head (both good & bad) you’d have to bring him back to you ..”babe- eh, come *snap*back to me. What’s on your mind my love?’

•  Genuinely a really warm person- but only to certain people, but comes across cold & distance 

•  Grew up in the internet & knows the way around the 'business' & 'faceless' YouTubers/celebrities

•  His teens/ late adolescents consisted & grew up on YouTube O.G videos/ video game commentary/content;

  Cry.. <Cry was a huge part of my life & still hold a special place in my heart. Corspe just like I was most likely devastated with the shit that went down> 

Jack

Nova

Sp00n

Jontron

Smosh

Nigahiga

Shane

Jenna

Hanna Hart

Phil/Dan

KevJumba

Ray William Johnson

Pewds

Machinima

EMT

ERB

Wassabi Prod.

VlogBros, 

-etc

• Has an oral fixating (lovebites indefinitely <like dead ass ya’ll be chillan/ out & he’d attack you> & just needs something in his mouth always)

• Fidgety af, always need to be playing with something in his hands/playing with 

•  Is a goddamn absolute certified freak--but also super soft bean boi. (can't stress how this boi needs& deserves to be protected)

• Constant hand/arm touching/stroking for comfort.

• Daddy{papi} / Mommy(mamá) . Master . Sir  kink - hard control kinks- but highly sub. 

hard(er) kinks

• Lovebites = M I N E 

obvs fishnets/ crossbody straps/ lingerie

lace

collars/ restraints 

toys

     •RP

degrading/praising

sub/dom switch

showing/proving your actually/completely & utterly his/ he’s completely & utterly yours..

& of course you know it's go time when 1 - if not both of you has kitty ears on. 

over stim 

*no touchy/ don’t let me go*

“look at what I’ve done to you”

“you kno only I can do this to you”

“look how greedy you are for me”

“look at the mess you’ve made because of me’ 

“cum on my face”/’cum for me”

“who do you belong to” / “you belong to me & only me”

100% all black clothing 🖤

*that once we get home / I swear I’ll deal with you right here, right now* look 

primal play  “when you run from me, it only makes me want you more” “you know imma find you kitten”

pet names (beast< i feel like you call this man “ (a) beast”-he about to lose his absolute fucking mind> , “oh Corpse/______, you absolute fuckin’ beast- my God” kitten, babyboy/girl, baby(e), bae, my love, lover boy, my darling, slut, needy little bitch, cum slut, lil’ whore, master/mistress, king/queen”

“only yours” “just ______” “ no-one but _____” “only____” “only you” 

‘I’ll keep you so no one can find you or bother us’

“that’s my girl” / “that's my boy”

“would you like to/ I saw----”

“look at me” “don’t look away from me”

GROWLING / talking through clenched jaw

not breaking eye contact 

     • his name & ‘Corspe’ being cried out 

“cry out my name for me baby. know who you belong to”

video/sexing/teasing 

breeding kink

voyeurism

abrasions

aftercare af 

impact play 

24/7

edging 

accidental stim; “holy fuck- I’m so turned on by you rn”

rope bondage 

begging 

worships 

•  But also soft kinks; 

MEME SENDING

head on lap/chest

naps

playing with hair 

matching outfits

voice messages 

always touching (somehow)

no space between bodies

picture taking together/ just of you

body rubs, head rubs

massages

competition 

play fighting

“this reminded me of you”

“I remember you said” “I know you...”

“you know I love you”

“I can tell by your eyes”

“ugh- I swear to shit imma marry you 1 day”

“nothing really made sense until you”

“do you wanna watch”/ “WAIT!? YOU HAVEN’T SEEN?!”

“damn- you really do love/like me, eh?”/ “you are SO fucking mine”

“that’s my girl”/ “that's my boy”

pet names/ “MY_______” “YOURS”

long stares

dates- stay at home dates are his fav, as your attention/focus is just on him 

choker/necklace/ jewelry (that 1 of you bought- NOT LIKE HIGH PRICE TAG, but like seen it & was like ‘omg ____ would so wear...’) 

cuddles with movies /anime watching time

just being in the same room/on call- even in silence 

* emojis*- just some sort of communication 

inside jokes/ puns/dark humor

seeing 1 another with kids

future kink (family, travel, etc)

playing video games 

dancing/ singing with 1 another

Sitting on the ground, wrapped around his leg when he streams/edits

Nerf gun fights 

Watching him record (tracks/editing/streaming)

•  Loves- loves surprises <like dead ass would set up a surprise date/ do a scavenger hunt for you/ surprise you with your fav thing>

•  Loyalty is everything & his best attribute (& pride) 

• The music that he make is from the soul/heart. He pit everything has has/what he has left into his art

•  No one has seen the real him - a side he truly hides

•  He's both book & street smart

           Taught himself through YouTube/Reedit/online 

•  Fav actors; Jim Carrey/Robbin Williams/Will Smith (?)

•  Man’s straight up dangerous. we only know like a  quarter of him & people fall at his feet. ( h e . i s . n o t . t o . b e. F U C K E D . w i t h) 

•  Hates silence 

         ( constantly needs background noise)  <also can't fight me on this babyboi cuddles pillows/blankets for night-night time>

•  People don't understand the pain he is in every day, unless they have fibromyalgia/GERD/high functioning (sever social)anxiety/depression/ agoraphobia 

(my mom suffers with fibro/depression <I myself have GERD/ sever social amenity/depression>& I wouldn't wish those illness on my worse enemy...)

• Over all pain has changed him

• Has dealt with self harm since a young age- most likely 9- 11 yrs old. (as someone else who’s suffered with SH for years- when you become so numb it 1 of the only ways to feel some sort of anything/makes you feel like you’re alive)

• Addiction (drugs/people/things)

•  Wrote & read a lot of fanfiction

        (most likely his main source of reading in pre/teenage years)

• Is a hopeless romantic but has his guard way up

•  Obsessed with Japan / Studio Ghibli

• Doesn't think he deserves any of the recognition/ fame he's gotten--but definitely deserves it all as he's creative & inspirational as fuck. Also he’s worked so hard for it & had put himself through so much

    Contrary is highly appreciative of those that are supporting

• Doesn't do it for the fame but for the fact he know how he's gotten people through hard time (just like those on the internet got him through)

• Was a scene boy that vibe’d of myspace/ listens to a lot of  ‘scene’ pop-punk, emo/ scene band shit (band?)

•  Also is/was a major tumblr boy

•  Would be a phenomenal father

•   His love language: physical touch & words of affirmation 

• He would flinch at touch movement but would melt in your hands

• Face caresses would trigger anxiety/ tears.. but once he’s calmed/comfortable would burry his face in your touch. neck & chest

•  Still caught up in daydreams

•  A part of him is still never satisfied even if it’s exactly to the pin point detail of what he wanted  

•  Has at least 40/50(ish) songs he hasn't released

•  Mommy & daddy issues (not saying his home life was really- really  fucked - but non the less- it certainly wasn't the best).. Also wants to protect/provide for his family (especially his sister) & was prob closer to a grandparent/aunt/uncle)

•  Definitely prefers to be by himself, as every time people come around, it's like;‘"this is why I'm okay (ish)with being alone" 

• lost an important person to him due to O.D/ suicided..

•  Also most likely to of heard his "friends" shit talking 'Corpse' or something correlated with him

•  His pride is his biggest sin (next to lust)

•  Has single-handedly defined a huge part of 2020 ( in the best way)

•  Went through a fighting stage where he was ready to fuck anyone up on a drop of a dime (middle/'high school'/street fights- possibly even under ground)

          but also a stage where he cut absolutely everyone off for a solid couple years

•  Most likely obsessed with 1 of 3 creatures; lion, dragon, wolf ( 5ish- possibly bear/fox)

•  Dinosaur obsessed 

• Internet & video games raised him

• He raised himself

Quick to adapt to surroundings/situations.

•  Mighty Morphin Power Rangers was his shit ( I CAN SO SEE YOUNG BABYBOI RUNNIN AROUND THE HOUSE IN A POWER RANGER SUIT) "IT'S MORPHIN' TIME MOTHER FUCKER"

              fav ranger- green 

•  Has up until next year planned out & is working on the next 'version of corpse' ( PR, vids, music, etc)

•  Also med/high key this man was most likely in a physcward (more than once) ..

•  This man deserves more than he'll ever give himself recognition for & knows in the back of his mind--people will hate just to hate

•  Rose is his fav flower  🌹

•⛈️🌧️. >🌞.  Loves storms/ rain & prefers them over sunny days

•  Loves the moon/stars/space (?) < observatorium dates = fuckin mint>

• Pixar/Disney lover

        <still believes- deep down in happy ever after ... but thorough an twisted yet not so twisted- simple(??), dedicated process(?)>

•  Fav Pixar movie.. either Wall.E or Toy Story 

    •  Pixar > Disney

         •  But fav Disney movie- Beauty & the Beast (?)

• Most likely had a Jackass obsession's (doing dumb hoodshit)

•  Fall is his fav season (?)

•  Horror/ thriller movies/shows over everything (obvs)

•   Had an escape place in town where he’d hide from the world- that absolutely no one knew about. 

•  Was really into graffiti/ street art 

•  Arested as a youth - but charges dropped- or was still considered a mirror (either fighting/ possession/ trespassing/ vandalisms)

• Arrested on heavier charges (also same as above - but not tried as an minor)

•  also-ALSO ... thou he feels like he owes people something. HE DOESN’T OWE ANYTHING TO A N Y O N E . His mental & well being is the most important.

•  On a side & major note. You can't deny that this man single handily is a (in my opinion) the 2nd biggest “C” that define 2020.

•  Was most likely really into skateboarding/BMX

• Late night drives/impulsive road trips & playlist/ sitting at lookouts, just in silence & touching 1 another. 

• Clingy af-.. but could also be distance & cold af- especially on high pain days. stormy brain days. PTSD episodes.

• Slow dancing/ dancing around the apartments. with or without music.

• Rocking out with each other- screaming lyrics in each other face.

• “hey baby- how you feelin” 

         *grunting* *shuffles over & lays on chest* 

• Huge comforts for 1 another;

      Especially when going out, being wrapped around him for comfort & reassurance. Even being at home alone together- panic attacks are shit, PTSD episodes are even more shit. helping each other with bathing & caring

     When he’d be hiding from his reflection- or stares just a little too long. Going up behind him & worship him (vise versa)

• He’d be your biggest hypeman/ #1 fan (vise versa)

• Would LOVE you wearing his clothes/jewelry & would love to wear you things.

Was probably engaged to his ex (that's why he gets offt when people mention "corpse wife"

There'd be days where he'd be so distance & cold.. & tell you to leave but wouldn't let you.

He'd sit in the bathroom with you when you shower/have a bath.

As he doesn't sleep most night. He'd be up just watching you sleep & caressing you.

Lil spoon > big spoon.

<more to be added>

I love you... genuinely . turly.  madly. deeply.

[jerkbitchidjitassbutt]

Hope To See You

Characters: Jensen x Reader

A/n: Thank you @our-jensen-ackles-love​ for this little bit of inspiration. I needed it. Single!Jensen (kind of set around season 4 in my mind). Warnings: Embarrassment? Cussing? Completely un-beta’d, all mistakes are mine (and I’m tired, so there’s probably some)

Who’s idea was this?

Who thought it was a good idea to move into a three-floor walk-up? On, like, the hottest day of the year? During the hottest part of the morning?

Finally, how on earth was it a smart decision to pack your “delicates” in a box instead of a trash bag like a normal human being? You know, one that could be tied and secured just in case said item happened to fall out of your grasp and down two flights of stairs? Also, who uses tape to make sure boxes don't open? The little foldy thing where you tuck the stupid flaps underneath each other is supposed to work to close the box. But no.

Because of your defective boxes—yes, it was the box’s fault—every bra and piece of lingerie you owned now littered the stairs of the new apartment building you were currently moving into after it bounced noisily down every step and spattered its contents everywhere as it vaulted off of every surface.

So here you were, rapidly attempting to gather your undergarments and praying to whomever was listening that your new neighbors wouldn’t peak out of their doors as you scattered passed.

This damn box managed to make it all the way to the bottom platform, so as you scrambled down the last flight of stairs with arms full of tit slingers and lacy nighties, the very last thing you wanted to see was perched on the bottom step staring dumbfounded at an array of women’s unmentionables.

A fucking gorgeous man with green eyes and perfectly tousled hair in a black t-shirt and jeans stood there with his mouth agape, “Uh… hi.” He uttered, an expression of what looked like a mixture of confusion and intrigue.

Blowing some of the hair that had managed to fall from your ponytail out of your face, you responded, “Hey. Hi. Hi.” Not entirely sure how many times you were supposed to say hello in a typical greeting, but whatevs.

His eyes stared into yours for a heavy moment before he spoke again, “Do you—do you need a hand?” Adonis dude asked.

“Um… I just kind of need that box right there.” You pointed toward the dilapidated piece of cardboard that was crumpled next to his feet.

As he bent down to retrieve it a fleeting image passed through your head of this guy leisurely walking towards the staircase twirling his keys when an explosion of lace and padding flew at him from all directions.

He unfolded the now flattened box and did the foldy thing “correctly” and allowed you to dump your armful of embarrassment into it. He graciously held the box while you hastily gathered the last few pieces and all too quickly tried to close the stupid defective thing. Granted, it seemed like he was attempting to fixate his eyesight anywhere but the thing in his hand, so at least he was gentlemanly.

You straightened your now sweat drenched tank top and brushed the hair from your eyes, “Thank you. Sorry about that.”

He laughed. Damn, how is a laugh that sexy?

“Its okay, really. Its just not everyday I come home to such interesting step decorations.”  

“Yeah.” You snickered, taking the box from his arms. “Interesting is definitely the word to describe this.”

“I’d offer to carry that for you, but uh…”

“No, that’s okay.” You huffed it onto your hip. “I’ve got it this time. I’m just going to keep both hands on it now.”

The two of you began trekking up the stairs side by side when he turned to you, “I’m Jensen, by the way.”

“Hi. I’m Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you. What apartment are you moving into?”

“3B.”

“Oh, cool. We’ll be neighbors.”

“Really?” you said, hoping to sound cool and collected, but it came out more regretful than you’d hoped.

He—Jensen, you reminded yourself—chuckled dryly and raised an eyebrow, “Do I seem that bad already?”

“No!” you all but yelled. “No, not at all. I’m sorry, that’s not how I meant that.” Damnit. Fuck. Son of a bitch. “I, uh… I’m just a little embarrassed that I’ll have to relive this awkward moment for at least a one year lease.”

“Hey, nothing to be embarrassed about. It happens.” He tried.

“Does it, now? Do you often see women slewing their most private clothing items across a very public part of their new building?” you said with a smirk, keeping your tone as light as you could to hide the dread at the recent memory.

“Well, no… but if it helps I’ll hang my laundry outside to dry if you’d like.”

You couldn’t help the giggled that escaped your lips, “Not necessary, honest. But, if you don’t mind, lets just never mention this again, please?” you asked as you reached your door, dropping the box on the ground by your feet.

“I don't know, Y/n. I may just need some conversation starters with the neighbors.”

When you whipped your head around, he was already holding his hands up in surrender, “I’m kidding. I’m kidding. I won’t say anything, I swear.”

“Thanks. And thanks again for the help, Jensen—“

“Ackles.” He replied, extending a hand.

“Y/l/n.” you said, sighing a bit too deeply when his hand enveloped yours, the warmth of him seeping into your already flushed skin.

He smiled, one that made his plump lips fuse together and his dimples appear at the corners of his mouth. Of course. This is the guy that had to witness the dumpster fire that you were right now; sweating like a swamp dragon in cutoff shorts and your music festival tank top from last year and muddy chuck taylors.

When he released your sweaty palm, you opened your grey door and shoved the box of incriminating garments into your foyer, next to the plethora of other boxes you’d already brought up.

“Do you need any help bringing up your other stuff? I’m happy to help.” Jensen offered, still standing in the breezeway.

“That was actually the last box.,” you answered, shoving your hands into your pockets. “My new job hired movers for the other stuff. It got here yesterday.”

“Is that what brings you here? A new job?”

“Yeah. From the U.S. to Vancouver. Working on a show called ‘Supernatural’. I actually haven’t even seen it. My last boss recommended me for a job opening, and I guess they had a spot they desperately needed to fill, so here I am. Didn’t even have much time to research before I had to pack up and get here. I was going to binge the first season later.”

Jensen’s cheeks flushed a bit and rubbed the back of his neck shyly, “Oh, yeah. I’ve—I’ve heard of it. Let me know what you think.”

“I’ve been hearing about it since it came out a few years ago, just never got around to watching it. I’m sure I’ll love it.”

He rocked back on his heels and huffed the air from his cheeks, “Well, if you need anything, just let me know.” He began walking backwards before turning to the door directly across from yours.

“I will. Thanks, Jensen.”

“It was really nice to meet you, Y/n.” he grinned, his smile a bit too flirty to be friendly, if you were to say so yourself.

As he shut his door, you released a deep breath and let yourself into your new apartment, a bit more excited about the new chapter you were starting.

...

Later that night, after you’d mostly finished unpacking and had a very long shower, you were seated on your familiar couch with a glass of wine. Your old boss hooked you up with a copy of the first season DVDs from his own collection, so you slid it out of the small paper case and inserted the silver disc with “season 1, eps 1-5” written on it in permanent marker.

Once you pressed ‘play’, you were quickly enthralled—and heartbroken—as you saw a young father thrust a baby into another young boys arms.

“Take your brother outside as fast as you can. Don't look back. Now, Dean. Go!”

Then, about four minutes later, you were watching as Sam had a scuffle with an intruder in his apartment.

“Wait a minute.” You whispered into the empty of your own apartment.

“Easy there tiger.”

“Holy shit! That's—” You exclaimed.

After a few more scenes, you couldn’t stand it any longer.

You padded to the door in your fuzzy slippers and pj’s and flung it open, not entirely sure what you were planning to do.

Once it swung with force, you stepped into the breezeway to see a small basket sitting by your doormat. In it was a bottle of red wine, a map of Vancouver, a blanket, and a brand new copy of the first season of Supernatural, this time with a case showcasing the main actors on the sleeve cover. One of whom you now recognized as your neighbor.

An envelope sat atop the gift with a small piece of cardstock enclosed.

Y/n,

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I don't know if it was because I didn't want to scare you or if it was because I was hoping to get to know you before the ‘actor’ title set in. Meeting you today was probably one of the most interesting and exciting things to happen to me in a while. I didn’t know someone could look so beautiful flustered and stumbling down the stairs after runaway undergarments.

I’d love to take you out to dinner tomorrow night to tell you about the show and Vancouver—and, if you’re interested, we can get to know one another as well. If you’re available, I’ll meet you downstairs at 7:30.

I hope to see you.

-Jensen

“Son of a bitch.”

You picked up the basket, ran back inside, and immediately gathered an outfit for tomorrow night. Once it was laid out, you raced back to your couch and pressed play, a new spark igniting in your chest each time “Dean” appeared on your screen. 

[gotatext]

                   hllo ! i’m nora ( she / her, 24, gmt ) crawling back to this rp once more like the dirty sewer slug i am !! i just can’t get enough, baybeyyy ! u may remember me frm such roles as alma putnam, rory bergstrom, bridget matusiak or greta o’driscoll 2 name jst a few.... sure there were more over these long years, bt the show must go on.... this is mimi, she’s dogmatic, tenacious n single-minded 2 the point of recklessness, she doesn’t like handouts n she’s funding her degree through her onlyfans account n moaning abt shit on tiktok. we love 2 see it !!  slam that like button n i’ll creep into ur DMs like the slippery worm i am   OR u can discord me at that bitch carole baskin#8664.   a humble pinterest.

『ALEXA DEMIE ❙ CIS-FEMALE 』 ⟿ looks like MIMI MARTÍNEZ is here for HER SOPHOMORE year as an ARCHITECTURE AND SOCIAL ANTHROPOLOGY student. SHE is 22 years old & known to be STRONG-WILLED, GOAL-ORIENTED, ARROGANT & EASILY BORED. They’re living in MORIS, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ nora. 24. gmt. she/her.

this is p embarassing but i actually originally wrote mimi for a discord rp based around love island asgjag dont laugh at me but it was so chaotic n someone deleted it w-out telling any of us so i lost her bio.... all her threads....e verythin.... it was mad. but anyway we startin from scratch w this intro so bare with

mimi is a really extra character so when trying to flesh her out i thot of the most extra thing i could do n made a colour coded mindmap with watercolour paints detailing her values, aesthetics and early life. shoot me

background: she grew up in a trailer home in boulder city, abt half an hour from vegas. her mom had worked in a vegas casino for most of her 20s but relocated to boulder city for a slower pace of life / lower crime rate when she started having kids. mimi has 2 older brothers n she’s the youngest. has that invulnerable younger sibling complex n basically thinks nothing can touch her. very confident in her own intelligence and her ability to get shit done 

has mexican ancestry on her mom’s side. doesn’t know her dad. was raised with spanish catholic principals n found it all very stained glass windows and extra n that’s why she was kinda drawn to the decadence of vegas and all these massively high key aesthetics, like dia de les muertos was her fave thing growin up just bcos the pure feel of the festival and painting a sugar skull on her face n being able to party on the streets in a flower crown where everyone was kinda anonymous but together in this celebration

in boulder city her mom worked as a carer as there’s a lot of retirees there. mimi really resented the slow pace of life, longed for some fucking energy n life. she was a cheerleader in school but outside of school there wsn’t much to do except practise stunts and go on bike rides.  occasionally they’d get dressed up and catch a bus to henderson, the next biggest city for them to get tht sweet night life

her teenage years consisted mostly of hanging around the renovated motel blocks used as housing projects n tanning by the pool. very florida project if you’ve seen that. she reminds me a lot of the mum in that. also she started working as an avon rep going door-to-door when she was 16 bcos she wanted to have her own income. like as young as 14 she’d decided she was smart enough to go to college but she didn’t have the money n her family didn’t really see it as a worthwhile thing, her mom was very like the mom from matilda “you chose books.... i chose looks!” which i think is where a lot of mimi’s more shallow / appearance-driven traits come from

wasn’t really ‘cool’ until high school. before that she was a bit of a lisa simpson type. won a spelling bee when she was 9. was in the mathletes squad in middle school. when she went from middle school to high school she started cheer and tried to reinvent herself basically. always been very concerned with social mobility and keen to socially climb, like when she enters a new situation she’ll find out who the alphas are and quickly try n befriend them

when she turned 18 she moved out and went to vegas despite her mom hating the idea bcos it was everything she’d tried to get her kids away from. she worked in the clubs there for several years as a shot girl, a table dancer, n eventually she started workin behind the bar in a strip club. in the club it ws really hard to resist becoming a dancer bcos of the sheer amount they made in tips. no one really pressured her into it she just eventually decided tht it was way more logical to do it while she was young n fit and had the stamina and ppl were willing to pay to see her body so she started taking pole fitness lessons. she also started working as a cam girl around this time

working in vegas strip clubs is basically whats paid for uni. like she didn’t go at 18 like most of her friends did bcos she didn’t have the money and she didn’t want to feel indebted to a college like she had to compete for her place and not put a toe out of line bcos she was on a scholarship. she was determined to pay her own way and it took 4 years of working really hard and saving n even tho she was working in vegas she basically never went out bcos every penny she had needed to go on uni n thts how we get to radcliffe baybeeyy

part 2  - interior / values / personality

values: the aesthetic !! literally loves the aesthetic so much. everything she owns is super embellished, she’s a pop socket gal, her dell laptop is covered in glitzy stickers, she always has acrylics n probs makes nail art videos on tiktok. really tuned into tiny details like painting a little hello kitty above her eye which translates into her degree when she’s doing small-scale mockups of town plans n stuff... she jst puts so much detail into them. ppl often get surprised when she tells them she does architecture but it makes so much sense bcos she grew up in a trailer park n was always thinking about ways the space could be more efficiently used, like she loves re-conceptualising neighbourhoods, definitely spent hours on sims as a kid. she also grew up near hoover dam n so loads of school trips they just took them there n she was like.... this is tight but it could be cooler.... where’s the passion....

massively into photography, has such a neat instagram feed like everything just compliments the tones in the next post like mMMM. idk if any of u know any architecture students but this is literally the one constant i can find…. like they all have super good instagrams feeds. is that bitch that will take 40 fake candids of u in a row at different angles to get u the perfect profile picture cos she understands the importance of marketing urself and having an online #brand

has wire rimmed glasses that she doesn’t need to see BUT they r like a magnifying glass for when she’s working with really small materials to do a mock up of an urban plan, and also just sometimes wears them for the aesthetic bc she’s such a pinterest bitch

assassination nation is such a big mood. literally the aesthetics of that and lily colson’s whole brand of feminism and nudity not being inherently sexual but at the same time wanting to profit off that bcos why the fuck shouldnt she use a corrupt system to her advantage is incredibly mimi

literally a human personification of a bratz doll both in attitude and fashion sense

somehow simultaneously gansey in the raven cycle AND elle woods in legally blonde? the two genders 

values cont bc i started rambling: her independence and freedom. being the best at any given task she sets her mind to accomplish because she is unable to accept failure. social mobility. sexual liberation. interested in the psychology of sub-cultures and how ppl form groups and interact w each other and cult identities which is why she minors in anthropology. pro-choice. pro-weed legalisation. pro-sex worker rights. very activist.

aesthetics tht remind me of her: von dutch. a strappy cami top that says ‘please do not do coke in the bathroom’. low-waisted jeans that show off her belly button piercing. acrylic nails tapping against a heavily embellished second-hand dell laptop. heart shaped sunglasses in every colour. translucent stripper heels with barbie doll heads and plastic spiders in the heel. spraying champagne you cant afford all over the walls. narcotics in a heart shaped locket. an amazon wishlist full of lingerie linked on your tinder profile. sex tapes recorded on VCR. a religious devotion to waxing clinics. necking shots like you were born to do it.

she’s an enfj type which makes her pretty charismatic and confidence, like she has a fierce kind of energy to her, but she’s also super unwilling to accept criticism, dogmatic and can only really see her own way of thinking, quite ruthless when it comes 2 other ppls emotions despite having a poor control of her own and being prone to turbulence / throwin a bitch fit in the craft lab. easily bored. competitive. self-assured to the point of arrogance. forceful. adaptable. usually more rational than emotional but occasionally loses the ability to make rational decisions when blinded by a need for perfectionism.

very goal-oriented. money motivates her. money and clothes. she wants to look bomb while earning big bucks. when she gets her mind set on a project it literally consumes her she will forget to eat and sleep? i don’t know her.  like when a final design project is due for architecture she’ll be up all night doing adderall and speed to keep her awake working on the placement of a single tree for ages cos its gotta be perfect

loves chaos. will spill your secrets and pretend it was an accident. will always be that gif of kim kardashian sipping her tea while drama unfolds around her. lives for the drama like that gifset of bratz when she comes running and gets her phone out to record a fight.

im makin her sound like a really bad person but hopefully she’ll be somewhat likeable she can be very charismatic and endearing and she’s naturally quite funny. also now she’s finally in college and doesn’t have to worry so much about money she actually allows herself to party n bcos she denied herself of it for so long she kinda makes up for it by going p wild like will be the girl climbing on to stage to crowd surf at gigs or doing a summersault off the bar and being escorted out by bouncers, thats the energy were looking at, pure dionysian hedonistic impulse

really gd at talking her way out of shit like parking fines. so good at being an ‘im baby’ girl and often dumbs herself down to figures of authority to appear less like a threatening ball-breaker and more like a confused fiat 500 girl who didn’t know red meant stop she thought it meant slow down

listens almost exclusively to female artists. has fergalicious on repeat when she does squats infront of the mirror n just the biggest fergie stan. also lana del rey’s whole vibe is massive mimi energy

ok ya thats all i have for now..... hopefully this is somewhat coherent and not just garbage.

[brownhardyho]

Roommates - Part Four (1st half)

Ben X Reader roommate collab series

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

A/N: I’M BAAACK! Y’all I’m so sorry it took me so freaking long to finally write this! Life has been a lil crazy, but I really hope this was worth the wait!

(P.S the reason why I split Part 4 into 2 parts is because it’s been a HOT minute since I wrote a Ben fic and I’m one wordy bitch and have a new found appreciation for suspense. K BAIII)

So this series is the brainchild of mine and @wanderlustandsmut’s shared frustration of Ben muthafuckin Hardy. Honest to God, we basically talk daily about Ben so we took this concept to the next level and decided to write about it! Previous parts have been linked above, hope you all enjoy!

Premise: Ben X Reader are roommates and childhood friends…What happens when their mostly platonic relationship turns sexual??

Warnings: Fluff, a lil smutty goodness 

Word Count: 2,234 (she’s long fam)

With the heavy bass of Saweetie’s summer anthem My Type lowly pounding on the walls of you and Ben’s humble abode, you bob your head to the catchy beat as you make your way across your room to get your outfit of the night. The excitement of having a date tonight was strong enough to damper your stay in tendencies, work has kept you very busy recently and Ben had been away for a month doing interviews and attending fashion shows. It had been a couple weeks since you and Ben’s intimate romp on the couch and you had not gotten any since (so to speak). So to say that you were excited to go out tonight was a bit of an understatement.

Even though you hadn’t seen Ben in person for a while, it’s not like you haven’t been in touch. Quite the opposite actually; you both text each other almost everyday, sending each other funny memes and reminders, because that’s obviously what roommates do!

Slipping on your favorite red lacy bralette and thong set, you smooth on your warm coconut scented lotions across your freshly washed body. With the potential of actually getting laid tonight, you were not playing around. Just as you were about to put the new black body con dress, your thoughts were interrupted by the ping alert on your phone. Clicking it on and glancing down at who sent you the message, your face falls into a frown immediately when you read the words:

So sorry to do this, but something came up and I have to cancel on dinner tonight! Let’s take a raincheck?

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” you exasperate out loud, feeling severely annoyed at the situation. You had met this guy on Bumble a few weeks prior, and really hit it off. The guy had pursued you first by initiating the conversation. You both had similar tastes in music and travel and even talked about pet peeves. This guy already knew you had no patience for people that wasted your time so the fact that he pulled this shit on you more than peeved you.

“Boy bye! You are cancelled!” You say to yourself as you delete his number from your phone, not feeling guilty at all for ghosting him. With the slight disruption to your night plans, you turn up the volume of the music and dance your way into the kitchen, your mind set on making brownies, cuz what better way to spend a night in than wearing lingerie, dancing carelessly, while making sweet treats?

The brownie batter was made in record time, with the recipe ingrained into your mind and the sheer determination of living your best life powering the night, you were on a roll and you showed no signs of slowing down.

Balancing the pan with the brownies in your hands, you swayed your hips to the beat of the tempo, squatting lower to the ground to place said pan into the preheated oven. You shut the oven door, singing along to the song, turning around eyes widening in pure surprise.

You are greeted to the sight of Ben, looking especially gorgeous in a pink suit and a white shirt. His blonde hair seemingly longer since you last saw him in person, slightly disheveled from his habit of running his hands through his hair. Despite looking tired, with how busy his travel schedule was, Ben looked absolutely content with finally coming home, especially to a sight he had only dreamt of: you dancing in nothing but lingerie. In his eyes, you embodied all that it means to be devastatingly sexy and cute all at once.

“Holy shit! Ben I almost shat myself!” You shout breathlessly, slapping Ben’s shoulder “A lil announcement would have been nice.”

“Well, hello to you too love,” Ben laughed, his sea foam green eyes quickly tracking over your appearance before settling on your eyes “I thought you had a date tonight?”

“Nooope,” you reply, hopping on the counter and rolling your eyes in annoyance. “He talks me up these paste few weeks and then cancels without even explaining himself! What kind of guy even does that?” you huff, unconsciously pouting your lips and making Ben feel things in the process.

“Clearly, a guy that doesn’t deserve you,” Ben responds, shedding his pink suit jacket, draping it on the kitchen table and making his way over to you, stopping in between your legs. “It’s his loss, love.”

“I know, it’s just frustrating sometimes when a guy knows damn well he isn’t ready and will continue to convince you to waste your time on him!” you rant, venting your frustrations to your blonde best friend.

Ben nods understandingly and comes in for one of his ever famous bear hugs. If there’s one thing about Ben that’s trademark, it’s that he’s a tactile person. Physical touch is basically one of his love languages and not just in a sexual sense. Throughout your long friendship, it wasn’t uncommon for Ben to cuddle next to you on the couch during a movie marathon. And in the reverse, you didn’t hesitate to cuddle next to him and he would gladly wrap his arm around your shoulder.

“Feel better?” Ben mumbles into your hair right before you break away from his warm embrace.

“Much!” you smile, a smirk playing your lips “Now go shower, you stink!”

“Hey now! You can’t blame me, I just got off the plane!” Ben exclaims, lightly smacking your bare thigh. “Movie and brownie sesh?”

“As if you have to ask!” you chuckle, hopping off the counter to check on the brownies. It was tradition for you both to gorge on brownies and watch a movie when Ben came back from long work trips.

Ben turns around and fetches his jacket from the table before making his way to the bathroom. You can’t help but admire the way his arm and back muscles glide under the snug fit of his white tee shirt. As if on cue, Ben calls out, “take a picture it’ll last longer!” before turning around and looking at you from the hallway.

“Oh dear lord, why would I do that now that you’re back home!” you stick your tongue out, silently trying to calm your mind that Ben caught you practically gawking at him. How in the world did he even know?! He was turned away from you for gods sake!

Not too long after, the timer goes off and you retrieve the brownies, basking in the sweet chocolatey aroma that fills the kitchen. You let the brownies cool off while you go off to the living room to pick the movie of the night. My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Can’t go wrong with a classic, you thought to yourself. And it’s been a while since you’ve watched it.

“Ben! These brownies aren’t gonna eat themselves!” you call out, lounging horizontally on the couch, the plate of brownies sitting on your stomach. “I swear to God, you take freaking long showers. It baffles me sometimes that-“ the beginning of your small rant cut short at the sight of a freshly showered Ben, his blonde hair still damp, and his toned chest on display as he was only wearing boxers.

“That what, love?” Ben smirks at you, knowing exactly how his current appearance is affecting you.

“..nothing,” you mumble, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, pulling yourself up to sit down next to Ben, handing over the plate of brownies.

You both started watching the movie and Ben didn’t tease you during it. Thankfully, the funny and relatable antics of the movie put a pause to the sexual tension and you were both laughing along to the film in no time.

Sighing in content, you place the plate with the small remainder of brownies on the coffee table and settle back to your spot next to Ben. When you turn around to look at your roommate, you can’t help but smile because your eyes are welcomed with the sight of a knocked out Ben, head tipped back, mouth slightly open with soft snores starting to escape. Poor guy, you thought to yourself leaning over his body carefully, as to not wake him, to grab the blanket.

Right as your hand made its way to the soft fabric, Ben let out a groan causing you to lose your balance and fall right on his lap. Luckily, a pillow was atop his lap before, thus providing a cushioned barrier to soften your fall.

“Ooof!” you mumble out, slightly freaking out because of the awkward positioning and the fact that just a pillow currently separates your chest from Ben’s crotch.

“Woah woah,” Ben’s groggy, deep voice interrupts your thoughts “If you wanted me that bad, you could have just said so love!”

“You are so so full of yourself Ben!” you exasperate, going on to explain the situation “I didn’t want you to get cold..” your eyes gesture to the blanket that’s still in your hand. His emerald eyes tracked yours and suddenly his hands grasped your body and pulled you on his lap. You settled your arms around his broad shoulders to keep your balance and he settle his arms around your hips in response, his fingers softly teasing at the lace of your panties.

“There, now I won’t get cold. Body heat does more than blanket ever will!” he smiles, his eyes seemingly looking into your soul, as if to reassure you that this won’t change your relationship.

“Hmm,” you sigh, adjusting your position on his lap, consciously testing out the waters of this sexually charged atmosphere. “I missed you, Ben.”

“And I missed you too, peaches,” Ben hums into your neck, reveling in the feeling of your warm body pressed up against his. Even though you were just sitting on his lap, the feeling of you being in his arms felt so damn right, so natural, so effortless.

His soft lips eventually made their way against your jawline and you hummed in delight, shift your hips slowly on top of his lap. It wasn’t too long after that you started to feel him getting hard and you could help but silently scream in your head.

“Already, Ben?” you smirk, tilting his chin up from your neck so you could look at him.

“Love, don’t be so surprised,” Ben explains, his cheeks becoming rosy. “You could be wearing just a burlap sack and I’d be ready to go in a second! You. Are. Stunning.” He emphasizes those last three words with firm kisses to each of your collarbones and the last one smack on your lips. Your lips latch on to his and all is right in the world. He sucks on your lower lip, silently asking permission to deepen the kiss and you happily oblige. This makeout session is getting hotter and hotter by the second, your hands exploring each other’s bodies. No words are exchanged, only actions.

“Oh Ben,” you moan aloud throwing your head back, in return pushing your décolletage closer to his lone of vision. Ben groans in appreciation and dives right in, placing wet kisses all over.

“You are so beautiful, love,” Ben murmurs lowly, his hands trailing down the cur of your hips, settling down on the round globes of your glutes, squeezing them. “Wet already?” he says, as he feels your drenched panties grinding on his hard cock. Truthfully, he just wants to undress already and finally feel your naked core against him.

“Ben, don’t be so surprised,” you laugh, lightly mocking his previous statement. “I was wet the moment I saw you in that pink suit!”

“I should wear it more often then,” he thinks aloud, shifting his hips up to meet yours, causing your eyes to roll back in pleasure.

“Ben, take me to bed please,” you say, letting your desire and emotions out in the open.

A small part of you was advising against this because going all the way with Ben, your best friend and roommate, could change the dynamic between the both of you. But, a bigger part of you and your gut was telling you to take that leap into the unknown, because oh honey, what if it turns out good, amazing even? That was a possibility that you were definitely willing to take that risk.

“Whatever the lady desires,” Ben says softly, his beaming up at you. What you didn’t know yet was that Ben wanted this too. “Wrap your legs around me peaches, I got you.”

With your arms and legs wrapped around this Adonis of a man, Ben walks you both to his room and sets you down gently on his plush bed. You go to take your bra off, but Ben stops you.

“Can I do it, please?” he whispers softly, his eyes pleading with yours.

“Oh yes!” you nod frantically. “Why are you whispering?”

“Because I don’t want this to go away, this all feels like a dream that I don’t want to wake up from,” Ben confesses, and your heart just breaks a little because you’ve never seen him so vulnerable and that’s saying a lot considering that you’ve known him for most of your life.

“Ben, look at me,” you say, bringing his hand to your chest so he can feel how fast your heart is beating. “Feel that? This is real.”

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[blackmissfrizzle]

A Tale of Two Soldiers Part 6

Title: A Tale of Two Soldiers Part 6

Characters: Erik x reader, Bucky x reader

Summary: Erik and Bucky come to save you.

Word Count: 5703

Warnings: Sexual assault and sex trafficking (Plesse don’t read if they’re triggers for you even though it does not go into depth.) Violence and a little torture

A/N: no keep reading link since I’m on mobile.

You awoke with a pounding headache, it was worst than the time you were matching drink for drink with Steve. Whatever room you were in the air was freezing and it didn’t help that Marcus or whoever he was working with left you in your lingerie set.

As you were coming to, you heard a murmur of voices. You got up to investigate where the voices were coming from. With each closer step you heard a bunch of:

‘She’s up’

‘She’s coming’

‘Is that Y/N’

‘Isn’t she an avenger’

When you found the voices, they belong to a group of women, scratch that not all of them were women. The youngest seemed to be about 11. All of them were in skimpy shorts and crop tops. Judging from their outfits, your new environment, and your abduction you just got caught in a fucking sex trafficking ring. Great, Bucky and Erik weren’t going to let you out your sight after this.

A young girl with big doe eyes tentatively walked to you.”Are you here to save us? You’re Y/N, the avenger, right?” Her eyes were filled with hope and you didn’t want to tell her the truth and break her heart but you also didn’t want to lie to her and give her false hope.

You didn’t know if it was luck or not but a girl who looked like life hardened her answered for you. “Does she look like she’s here to save us? She’s for sell just like us!”

To make yourself smaller you kneeled down to the other girl’s level. “She’s right. I’m here against my will. But, I got some powerful friends and they’ll find us sooner than later.”

Suddenly, you heard a loud slam of a door and the clicking of heels against the tile floor. A man in a full Armani suit was surrounded by his bodyguards appeared. He seem like the type of man to brag about his accomplishments and flaunt his wealth, especially with women. And if they didn’t do as he asked, he’ll call them anything but a child of God.

“I see that you met your new roommates,” the man stated smugly.

Already tired of the bullshit you punched ole dude in his smug face. In return you received a kick in the gut that caused you to fall to the ground.

Armani suit bent down and jerked your chin so you could look into his emotionless eyes. “They were already ordered not to hit you in the face. We don’t want to damage our money maker.”

“You’re really selling me and these girls? Oh, you don’t know what trouble you just got yourself into asshole.”

“Trouble? I don't think so. You’re gonna be worth more than all of them combined. Someone as beautiful and strong as you. You’re gonna make me a rich man.”

“Let’s say if you get the chance to sell me, you’re not gonna live long enough to spend it. My dad’s a senator, my uncles are War Machine and Ironman, my best friends are Captain America and Black Widow, and my boyfriends are the two most ruthless killers ever. I’m starting to feel bad for you bro.” You shrugged at the man and smirked.

“I knew you were a little slut.” He gripped your face harder to the point you thought he would break some of your teeth and then he gave you a bruising kiss. In return you head butted him, which he seemed to enjoy from his evil chuckle. “I wish I could keep you for myself. Do you know what’s the most satisfying thing about my job?”

“I don’t know. You get your tiny dick sucked? You must be overcompensating for something,” you sneered.

The big bad grabbed your hand and put it on his rather unimpressive hard on.”I assure you I’m not overcompensating for anything.” Great, not only were you kidnapped by an asshole but he was delusional as well.

“Anyway, my favorite thing about my job is dousing out fires. Now, your average sex trafficker wants to get easy girls. Girls who won’t put up fight. But me personally, I like it when my girls got fight in em, because I enjoy putting them out. I love when a break down a girl and make her submit. The more fight she had the better. And you, Ms. Y/L/N are one of the strongest women I ever had and to bend you to my will until I submit,” he took a deep inhale and palmed himself. “I would pay good money for that, but you’re the product and I can’t make money if I use my own product. But no worries, there are buyers out there with similar viewpoints as mines and they’ll pay a pretty penny for you. So, I’m not scared because I’ll have enough money in the world not to worry about your friends and family.”

As Armani suit gave his bad guy monologue, you found a random pipe on the floor behind you. Despite your better judgement you grabbed the pipe and whacked the smug smirk off your captors face. “I’m glad you like your girls with fight because I gotta whole lotta fight in me.”

When he faced you, you finally saw the anger in him instead of that giddiness he had earlier. “Make sure you don’t hit her in the face. Remember that’s our money maker, but everything else is fair game.” While he ordered his men to do their worst his eyes never left yours until he exited the room.

Soon as their boss left, the goons started pounding at you. Some used their fists, some used their feet, some used the butt of a gun, and some used a pipe. No matter what they were using, pain reverberated throughout your body. Although, you were in immense pain you refused to give these monsters the satisfaction of your screams in pain, so you suffered in silence. The only thing that could be heard were their grunts and vile words towards you. It wasn’t until you blacked out with thoughts of Bucky and Erik saving you were you able to escape the pain.

——

Charles automatically noticed something was wrong when you didn’t show for the family photo shoot. Even though you hated doing things like these you were always 30 minutes early, just in case someone needed help with something. So when his baby girl wasn’t there when he got there, he ordered his crazy daughter, Casey to track you down.

That was two days ago and there was still no word from you. HPD inform your parents that they couldn’t find Marcus, who you were last seen with and now he was officially a person of interest.

The whole family was gathered in the living room with the Wakandans, James Warren, Tony, Rhodey, and Detective Johnson from HPD.

“We have an update on your daughter’s case,” the detective informed the Y/L/N family as he handed a folder to your father.

His knees buckled once he saw what was inside. It was photos of you in your lingerie, posed for sell. The pictures got worse as he saw all the bruises on your body.

Your mother got a look as well and she instantly wailed. “Who would do this to my baby?”

Tired of being in the dark, Erik took the photos from your dad. When he saw them he was fuming and he knew just who to blame.

Throwing the photos at Bucky, Erik stormed towards Bucky and sucker punched him.”Its your fault! I was stupid enough to listen to you and let her go to that damn auction! Now look, Barnes she’s caught in a sex trafficking ring!”

Everyone except the Wakandans perked up at the mention of Barnes. “Bucky Barnes?” Tony and your mom questioned.

Bucky was outed now, so he took the nano mask off. “I’m just as pissed as you, Stevens and I blame myself more than you ever could.” Then Bucky turned his gaze towards Tony and your mom, “But all of you have a choice. You either can turn me in over duty or some personal vendetta or you let me be Winter Soldier and bring our girl home and kill those sons of bitches.”

Regrettably, Tony conceded to Bucky. He was far too worried about you to get back at Bucky and he knew how much those bastards needed to pay and the Winter Soldier was what they needed.

“Who took those photos,” Rhodey asked gravelly.

“We believe it’s Richard Dominguez. He just took over the Dominguez crime family and expanded into sex trafficking, which his recently deceased father was against.” Detective Johnson informed the room.

“What about this Marcus nigga?” Erik asked. He was ready to kill someone and if he couldn’t get to Dominguez then Marcus would have to do.

The detective felt uncomfortable under Erik’s murderous gaze. “Umm...we can’t find him.”

“Then what the fuck you niggas good for? Oh wait never mind y’all good for killing innocent black people.”

“Cousin!” T’Challa admonished his younger cousin.

Erik just shrugged his shoulders because he believed he told no lie. He looked at Shuri and nodded his head at her. “Lil cuz, can you find this Marcus dude if we give you his picture?”

Shuri looked at Erik as if he grew a second head. Did he know who he was talking to?”

“My bad, cuz,” Erik quickly apologized once he saw the look on Shuri’s face. “Can you find him quickly is what I meant to ask.”

“Give me the picture and I’ll tell you his last location within 30 minutes, cousin,” the Wakandan princess stated.

Detective Johnson handed a photo of Marcus to Shuri and she promptly went to work.

---

Everything hurt. You were sure that you had a couple of broken ribs. The girls took turns looking after you and in that time they told you who held the group captive. It was some dude named Richard Dominguez and he was fairly new to the game.

The door squealed open and the girls hid in their respective corners. You thought it was Dominguez coming to gloat about the offers he got for you, but it was a woman instead. She reminded you of a Kim Kardashian wannabe. Nothing on the woman was real. Her ass was disproportionate to her thighs, her lips looked as if they were stung by bees, and her tan was so dark that she was nearly the same color as you.

“So, you’re the one my husband can’t shut up about. He keeps on talking about your beauty, but from where I’m standing, darling, you ain’t that beautiful.” The woman sneered at you as she inspected you.

If her physical appearance didn’t put you off, her attitude did the job for you. Annoyed with the woman you sighed, “Don’t tell me your ok with this? And please don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

“Ok? Sweetie, I’m ecstatic with anything that allows me to afford my lifestyle. I would sell my own grandmother if it meant I could live like this. Honey, why would I ever be jealous of you?”

What a delusional one this chick was. You laughed at her and proceeded to read her. “Listen, sweetie, ummm, everything on your body is predominantly features of a black woman and under all that tanning lotion, you’re clearly not a black woman. You literally just came in here and called me ugly for having the same features you have that your plastic surgeon did a botch job on.”

You stood up face to face with Dominguez’s wife and even in your diminished shape she was frightened by you. “I bet your bitchass husband is fantsizing about me while he’s fucking you,” a look of embrassement from the woman confirmed your hunch and you contined. “I’m gonna go as far and say he called out my name on accident. Man, it must suck to be you.”

The wannabe was in tears by now and she ran out the room. Usually, you wouldn’t revel in the fact that a husband was mentally cheating on his wife, but since she was compliant, you didn’t feel an ounce of guilt.

Once again the door creaked open and this time it was Dominguez and he was pissed. He stormed towards you and punched you in the gut. “You made my wife upset, you little cunt! Be glad that you are of value to me or you be dead.”

You knew Dominguez didn’t care about his wife, but she must’ve gave him an earful and that set him off. Holding yourself back, you smirked at the man. “I don’t know what’s worse for you. Me getting to you and killing you or the Winter Soldier and Killmonger killing you. Either way you end up dead and you better pray that nothing happens to me, because those two I mentioned are nothing nice to play with.”

All the blood drained from Dominguez’s face when you mentioned the Winter Soldier. He didn’t know about Killmonger, but he didn’t sound fun and now suddenly he was fearing for his life.

His silence stuck with you and you knew you had him. You decided to taunt Dominiguez some more. “Remember when I said boyfriends? I was talking about them. So, even if I end up getting sold, you won’t be spending any of the money.”

Richard continued to keep his mouth shut as he tried to calmly exit the room. When he was outside the door, he ordered his head of security to hire more guards in case the Winter Soldier came looking for him. Now he had to get rid of you much quicker than he would like to, because he refused to be a victim of the infamous Winter Soldier.

---

Shuri came through and she was able to locate Marcus in 15 minutes instead of 30, and the team had him in their custody no less than 45 minutes.

Bucky was sharpening his knife trying to calm himself before interrogating Marcus when Tony approached him. “I know you hate me, Stark, but I love Y/N, so don’t be mad at her when we get her back. She was just doing what she believed what was right by protecting me.”

Tony held back his disdain for Bucky. He had to admit that he admired how fiercely Bucky wanted to fight for you. “Barnes, I’m not here to fight you. Y/N would whoop my ass if I did right now. I just wanted to say I appreciate how you’re fighting to get her back and that none of this is your fault.” Bucky drew his brows in confusion at Tony’s statement. Did Stark really compliment him?

“I know. I know. It doesn’t sound like me. But you can’t fight at your best if you keep thinking its your fault that Y/N is captured. You were ok with Y/N going to the auction, because you knew she was going to do it anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over that,” Tony advised the soldier.

“Thanks.”

“I still hate you by the way. I’ll just hate you less once we get her back.” Tony effectively killed the chance of any reconciliation between the two and left the room

As Tony and Bucky were having a moment, Rhodey was talking to Erik trying to calm him down. “You can’t just go in there and start beating on the dude.”

Erik looked at Rhodey in disbelief, “Oh, I can’t? Watch me.” Erik was walking to the door that Marcus was behind and Rhodey pulled him back before he turned the handle.

“You need to calm down and do it quickly! I’m not letting you blow the only lead we have on finding my niece. Do you understand me?” This was the first time Erik seen the older man lose his cool. He heard from you how your Uncle James was always the chill one despite how crazy our mom or Uncle Tony could be. So, he knew he needed to calm down for the sake of your uncle.

“A’ight. I’m sorry, man. I just need to find her asap.”

Rhodey understood the young man’s urgency. He clapped his shoulder and warned Erik. “We need Marcus alive. The cops need someone to arrest.”

Erik caught Rhodey’s drift. He wouldn’t he able to kill Marcus but whoever was the real culprit was fair game.

When Erik finally gathered himself together he went to the door where Bucky was at and entered the room. The two killers had to school their faces as they entered the room. It smelled of bodily fluids and the heat in the room made it no better.

Marcus was sitting in the middle of the room in his own mess. He was a nervous mess because he didn’t know who kidnapped him and then the crazies had a jaguar and wolf snapping in his face.

“They miss their mom and they know you have something to do with her being missing.” Marcus instantly recognized the man talking. He was the Winter Soldier and he was casually flipping a knife around.

Soon as he recognized Bucky Barnes, Marcus soiled himself once again. Erik scrunched up his face in disgust and pinched his nose. “Really, nigga? You already pissed now you gotta shit! I bet you didn’t have that same energy when you let Y/N go.”

“Look man, I didn’t have a choice,” Marcus yelled in desperation.

Pissed off, Bucky echoed Marcus. “No choice!” Bucky kicked Marcus’s chair, causing him to fall and have Apollo and Artemis growl in his face.

“Are you really gonna let em eat him?” Erik pointed to the predators.

“They haven’t ate all day and he’s obviously no help. Is that a problem?”

“Nah, it’s chow time.” Erik broke out into a smile while Apollo and Artemis widen their jaws for their new meal.

“She’s in Huntsville! Dominguez has a bunch of land out there, but he has a small army. He’ll know you’re coming.”

“We don’t care!” Bucky yelled already texting T’Challa with the information.

Erik bent down to Marcus. “Before I rock yo shit, why did you betray her?”

Marcus was a sobbing mess by now, he feared for his life. “I had a gambling debt at one of Dominguez’s underground casinos. He said it’ll clear my debt and I could get a little extra if I help him get her. Y/N’s an Avenger, I thought she would be out by now.”

As Bucky heard Marcus’s explanation, he crushed the door knob in frustration. What kind of man traded his friend for money? He took his knife out and aimed it at Marcus and cut off the top of his ear.

Annoyed that Bucky threw the knife so close to his face, Erik reprimanded him. “You had to throw it next to my face?” Bucky nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders and exited the room. Erik quickly followed Bucky after he punched Marcus to silence his wails.

Thanks to Bucky texting the intel while they were still with Marcus, Shuri had the location of Dominguez. Everyone suited up as soon as a plan was formed, even though Bucky and Erik just wanted to go in guns blazing.

“You know we don’t plan on bringing Dominguez alive.” Bucky warned your parents.

Your mother left her husband’s side and for the first time looked Bucky in the eye. “I don’t give a damn. If he’s begging for mercy, you better let him bleed out. Just bring back my baby girl.” Now Erik and Bucky understood where you got a fierceness from.

Both men gave a head nod and a yes ma’am to her and left to go save their girl.

—-

You were getting anxious. If it was just you held captive, you would’ve already escaped and killed Dominguez, but you weren’t. The other girls were your responsibility and you promised them all that you would get them out safely and alive.

“Miss. Y/N, are your friends going to save us?” Lexie, the 10 year old asked you with hope in her eyes.

“Of course, honey. They’ll be here soon. If we get lucky, we might get to see the Scarlet Witch.”

Santana being the pessimist she was told the child not to get her hopes up. You were on the verge to cuss Santana out, but you heard gunshots and the screams of Dominguez’s guards.

A smile broke out on your face, help had came. You ordered the girls to grab the shivs they made in the past days.

All of you gathered together and were approaching the door when you heard footsteps by the door. You pushed the girls behind you and got in your fighting stance.

You abandoned your stance and fell to the floor in relief when you saw Steve, Nat, Sam, and Wanda at the door.

“It’s okay. I got you,” Steve hugged you being mindful of your injuries. You hugged everyone else and asked Wanda where Vision was. She told you he joined Tony and should be here soon.

“This family reunion is great, but we got people shooting at us and we need to get these girls to safety,” Nat reminded everyone.

“Nat’s right. You guys get the girls out and I’ll handle Dominguez.” You offered to your former teammates.

Steve was heavily against the idea. He claimed that you would be outnumber and your injuries would be a clear disadvantage. But you weren’t hearing none of it. You needed to kill Dominguez and your friends couldn’t get caught since they were still fugitives.

In the middle of your argument with Steve, your sword Shuri made for your birthday was suddenly in your hand. Then you heard the roar of Artemis and the howl of Apollo.

You smiled at your friends. “Game time, bitches.” This time Steve didn’t argue with you when you ordered them to get the girls to safety. He knew Bucky was there to save you and nothing would get in his way.

Thanks to your sword being made out of vibranium you easily dodge bullets and sliced through Dominguez’s henchmen. Your goal was to kill your captor and everyone who helped him, and you weren’t leaving the base til you did.

Taking two stairs at a time, you ran into the master bedroom and found Dominguez’s wife frantically throwing clothes, shoes, and jewelry into a duffel bag.

“Materialistic to the end, huh?” Your chuckle halted her packing. Immediately she was begging for her life and in that moment you truly didn’t know if you would leave her alive. You asked yourself WWCAD (what would Captain America do?) and regrettably you only knocked her out with a vase.

As you were tying up Richard’s wife, he came running into the room seeking refuge. Once he spotted you, he pointed his gun at you. “Damn, I thought you would’ve killed her. She knows too much about the operation.”

Dang, this man really didn’t care about anyone except himself. “You know I would say I feel bad for her, but she’s as guilty as you are.”

“Then maybe you should give me the same punishment as her,” he tried to bargain with you.

“Too late,” you stated and then you charged the man.

Your fight ended up in the hallway and near the railing. Dominguez and you were dodging each other’s hits. You lunged to stab him, but he fell over the railing but he grabbed you to bring you with him. You were expecting to feel the coolness of the marble floor, but instead you felt the familiar warmth of strong arms.

“I got you, princess.” Tears threatened to spill out when you saw Bucky and Erik. You kissed Erik and murmur a bunch of I love you. Then you jumped out of his arms and limped towards Bucky to do the same.

Unfortunately, your reunion got cut short by the groans of Dominguez. Erik and Bucky instantly got in defense mode but you had to pull them back. As much as you understood their anger, this was your kill.

You slammed your foot into Dominguez’s chest to stop him from getting up. “Remember when I told you I didn’t know if it was worse for you if I got to you if they got to you,” you pointed towards the two soldiers. He gave no answer, but looked at you in pure hatred.

“Well, I forgot about a third option and I’m gonna go with them, cuz they’ll kill you slower than I ever could.” Confusion and then fear crossed Dominguez’s face as he saw the jaguar and wolf prowling towards him out of the shadows.

While Apollo and Artemis were snarling in his face, you bent down to his ear and whispered, “You know my favorite thing about you douchebag dudes is the fear on your face once you know you lost and how you’re gonna die soon. It’s the best feeling.” You patted his chest as you smugly mocked his first conversation he had with you.

Once you started walking away you heard the crunching and breaking of his bones and his cries of pain as Apollo and Artemis ripped into him.

The adrenaline must’ve stopped pumping through you, because you fell to the ground before either Bucky or Erik could get to you. Blood was seeping out of your stomach when the boys reached you. Each of them were yelling it wasn’t your time yet as you repeatedly told them you were sorry. Luckily, Erik managed to insert a Kimoyo bead into your wound to stop the bleeding. And once again you blacked out as you have done so many times this week.

—-

“You’re very lucky Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N based on all your daughter’s injuries she should be dead,” you heard the doctor inform your parents.

“Thank God!” Your mother praised as she sat in the chair next to your bed.

“Ummm, but is it necessary for them being here?” You could only assume that the doctor was referring to Apollo and Artemis, since you could sense their presence.

“They stay,” Erik ordered leaving no room for negotiations.

A few moments later and you felt your eyes flutter open. No one noticed that you were awake until they heard you groan in pain.

Your first words were where was Bucky and Erik.

Erik left his corner in the room and ran up to you. “Hey, princess. I’m right here and Barnes not here right now. We have too many eyes on us right now.”

Usually you would be understanding, but you didn’t feel complete until you had both men by your side. So, you pleaded with Erik to get him and he was about to comply when Secretary Ross entered your hospital room.

Automatically, you were on the defense and tried to sit up despite the pain you were in. Last time you saw Ross, you cussed him out so you doubted he would be happy to see you again.

“Y/L/N, it’s good to see you’re doing well.”

“What do you want,” you croaked out.

Ross widen his stance in an attempt to intimidate you. “We have reports from the other girls you saved and they said that Steve Rogers and the others were there helping them. Do you know where they have could’ve gone? And please don’t lie, the girls did say you did talk to Rogers.”

Your monitor was beeping quickly indicating the spike in your blood pressure. At this point, Ross was more than a thorn in your side and he was getting dangerously close to be on your kill list.

It also must’ve been your mother’s breaking point, because she jumped out of her seat and was in Ross’s face. “Are you fucking kidding me!!!” Your mama had to be furious to be cussing. You only heard her cuss a handful of times in her lifetime. “My daughter is in the damn hospital barely escaping death and you’re worried about capturing damn Captain America??? My baby girl is right, that heart attack must’ve fucked with your head more than you thought. Now I suggest you get out of this room or that wolf and jaguar are gonna have a new chew toy.”

Ross made the smart decision of leaving the room with no protests. You knew your mom could be scary, but for her to successfully threaten the Secretary of State, she earned a new level of respect from you.

“Damn, Mrs. Y/L/N remind me not to piss you off.” Erik laughed in admiration.

While looking at you and giving you a motherly caress, your mama replied to Erik. “I don’t play about my kids, even the ones who give me the most headaches. So, it’s best you and Barnes remember that.”

You almost couldn’t contain your excitement. That warning your mama gave Erik was also a seal of approval for both of them to date you. Who would’ve thought your mama would be open to you dating an assassin.

For a while you talked with your family. Shannon tried to apologize for unknowingly helping you get kidnapped, but you threatened to burn all her wigs if she tried apologizing again. That quickly got her to shut up.

The nurse came by and told everyone that visiting hours were over. Everyone left except Erik and when she tried to get him to leave, he gave her a deadly stare until she scurried off.

Running your fingers through Erik’s dreads calmed you and him. It was very possible that you wouldn’t have survived and never had the chance to see each other again.

Tears were forming in Erik’s eyes and this was the second time you saw him cry. Between sniffles Erik spoke for the first time since you two been left alone. “I almost lost you, Y/N. That scared the shit out of me. I’m about to ask T’Challa to assign a Dora to follow you when me or Barnes are not around.”

Half of you was grateful that you had a man that cared that much about you, but the other half was annoyed that you were about to get a 24 hour detail after this whole debacle. “I’m safe, E. But don’t you think it may be a little extreme to have someone watching me all the time?”

“Hell no.” Welp, there’s goes any negotiation. You didn’t have the energy to fight Erik on the topic, so you let it go for now.

Erik jokes with you for a bit to lift your spirits, but he knew eventually you would ask for Bucky again. He told you what you already suspected which was that Bucky felt guilty about your abduction and was avoiding you. You told Erik to get Bucky and tell him if he refused to come you would never speak to him again.

Within 10 minutes, Bucky was sulking in your room. Erik excused himself, knowing that you two needed this intimate moment and appreciative that he spent time with you already.

“You two seem really close now,” you pointed out to Bucky after Erik clapped his shoulder.

Seemingly nervous, his metal hand scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, when the girl you both love gets kidnapped it brings enemies closer.”

Bucky made no attempt to get near you and it broke your heart. In the time you needed him the most he refused to be there for you, but you understood it, he was still blaming himself.

“Doll, I really shouldn’t be here.”

“Why?”

“It’s not safe. I heard that Ross came by looking for intel. Someone can come by and turn me in.”

Although, it was a valid concern, you knew that wasn’t the real reason Bucky thought he shouldn’t be there. “I have my own hospital floor and Tony made sure everyone signed a NDA, so try again, Barnes.”

This time Bucky moved towards you and you could see the pain in his eyes. Hell, you practically felt the pain rolling off of him onto you.

Bucky was crying by the time he sat next to you. He laid his head on your stomach and you could feel his tears seeping through your hospital gown.

When he finally composed himself, Bucky spoke.”Fuck doll, if I hadn’t encouraged you to go to that damn auction you wouldn’t be in this damn hospital bed.”

You lifted his chin to get his attention. “I’m only gonna say this once. It’s not your fault. I was gonna go with or without your permission.”

Bucky opened his mouth to apologize, but you held up your hand to stop him. “James Buchanan Barnes if you are fixing those gifted lips of yours to apologize, I promise you I will cut off your dick and you know how much I love it, baby. You wouldn’t want to do that to me, would you, babe?”

Laughter filled the air and it was music to your ears. Bucky’s laugh was low like his voice but it held a certain lightness that Bucky must’ve retained before joining the army.

“Ok no more apologies. But you’re gonna have someone with you at all times just to make me feel better.”

“I basically told her the same thing and she didn’t argue with me,” Erik added while he was standing in the doorway eating some jello-o.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance at the two men. They really thought you were gonna comply with them. “I didn’t argue with you because I’m too mentally tired to do so. But watch, once I’m feeling better I’m cussing both of you out for trying to tell me what to do.”

Both muttered a ‘we’ll see’ and laughed at you. Throughout the entire night the boys kept you entertained and not once did they argue. It was a rare occurrence for Bucky and Erik get along and you hoped for more of it in the future.

Sleep eventually claimed you and you were glad that you had your two favorite men by your side as it always should be

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[camillemontespan]

lost stars [AU. drake, camille, leo and olivia] [part three: sandalwood]

Part Two: Passionfruit if you want to catch up.

I actually loved writing this chapter. I hope you enjoy.

@jovialyouthmusic @pug-bitch @sirbeepsalot @moonlightgem7 @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @dcbbw @notoriouscs @katedrakeohd @carabeth @iplaydrake @drakesensworld @be-still-my-aching-heart 

Warnings: NSFW. 

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Olivia had drank three cups of steaming hot coffee within the hour that she sat down at her desk. The hangover was still torturing her, her head pulsing from pain and she was grateful that her neighbouring desk mate, Penelope, was discreetly passing her tablets to help. 

Olivia knew why she had gotten so drunk. The way Drake and Camille kept joking together, their eyes meeting and lingering, their laughs, has grated on her and she had turned to the bottle of champagne and endless glasses of passionfruit martinis for comfort. 

She decided that it would be best if they didn’t see Camille and Leo for a while. Space might help Drake remember that he actually had a girlfriend and a pretty hot one at that.

Olivia just needed to remind Drake why they were so good together. She supported him in everything he did. She was loyal to him. They laughed a lot. They had incredible sex. 

She thought about the lingerie she had at home. Maybe it was time to add to her collection. Yes, that was what she would do. A smirk appeared on Olivia’s lips. She was going to blow Drake’s mind. 

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Drake and Leo were sat in the conference room with the rest of their colleagues. The Director of Cordonia Enterprises, Liam Rhys, stood at the top of the room facing everyone. 

Drake liked Liam. They got on well, considering they were so different in their jobs and status, but Liam didn’t treat his employees any different. He was the kind of man who said hello to the cleaner, to the janitor, to the canteen staff. He was never rude and treated everyone with respect. 

‘So, this weekend is Cordonia Enterprises annual benefit for our chosen charity!’ Liam announced. ‘I appreciate all of the hard work you all have put in the past six months to make this the best benefit the company will ever throw. The donations we make on Saturday night will go towards the refugees coming from Syria to help them in need. As you all know, I worked my way up to where I am today and I want to give back. This is the first step towards us helping those innocent people. So let’s make Saturday night one to remember.’

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Drake left his AA meeting that evening feeling good. He always felt good after those meetings; they helped him stay on the straight and narrow, away from whiskey. He still allowed himself to drink beer, it was just the hard stuff he needed to avoid. He didn’t like the person he became when he had drank whiskey and it had almost cost him his relationship with Olivia a few months ago.

It had been her idea to attend AA meetings. ‘You can be so much more than this,’ she had told him one day when he had just stayed in bed drinking. She had come home from work to find he had called into his office sick and had been sinking into oblivion. Drake had watched as she poured every whiskey bottle he owned down the sink. She found his secret stash which was hidden in a suitcase in the wardrobe and got rid of those bottles too. 

Drake hadn’t protested. He had been too drunk to do anything; instead he watched her, holding himself up by leaning against the door, swaying. He only saw clearly when she then turned to him, her eyes filled with tears with a distraught look on her face. ‘I love you,’ she had whispered, ‘but I can’t keep watching you slowly kill yourself like this. Please, get help. Please.’

Olivia never cried. To see the tears sliding down her cheeks made Drake realise exactly how hurtful his drinking had been. Not only to his liver but to his girlfriend. The next day, Olivia sat with him at his laptop as they searched for the nearest AA meetings in the neighbourhood. 

He had been going to them for six months and hadn’t touched a drop of whiskey since. 

He wandered down Green Street towards home when he heard someone call his name. ‘Drake!’

He turned and his heart began to pound when he saw Camille walking towards him. She was holding a bouquet of sunflowers in her hand and was wearing a red dress with a denim jacket on top and black suede ankle boots. She looked quite bohemian today; different from her usual elegant attire. 

‘Hey Montespan,’ he greeted her. Camille came up to him and gave him a quick hug. 

‘How are you?’ she asked. 

‘Good, yeah! Yourself?’

‘I’m good. I had a day off work today so been doing Camille things.’

They began to wander along the street. ‘What are Camille things?’ he asked.

She smiled. ‘Reading a book in the park, buying myself flowers.’

‘Buying yourself flowers?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Does Leo not buy you flowers?’

Camille turned red. ‘Only if we have a fight..’ she muttered. 

Drake knew not to pursue the subject. ‘Where you off to now then?’ he asked. 

Camille shrugged. ‘I was thinking about getting a coffee. Want to join me?’ the words left her mouth before she could stop them. Drake bit his lip. ‘Um..’

‘It’s okay if you’re busy. I mean, you’re out so you must be busy.’

‘I’ve just had an AA meeting,’ he told her. 

If Camille was surprised, she didn’t let on. She continued strolling down the street beside him. ‘How did it go?’

‘Good. I’ve been going for six months.’

‘That’s awesome, Drake,’ she said. 

‘Thank you.’

They wandered along in silence for a moment. The sun was beginning to set and Camille’s skin glowed from the dusky pink sky. ‘You know what?’ he said. ‘I’ll join you for a coffee.’ 

Camille smiled. ‘It’s just down here.’ 

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Drake got home an hour later to find Olivia cooking spaghetti. ‘Hey honey,’ she greeted him, kissing him on the cheek. ‘How was the meeting?’

‘Really good,’ he told her. ‘I feel good.’

Olivia smiled and continued to stir the spaghetti. ‘You’re home later..’ she said. Drake opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water. He shrugged. ‘The subway was crammed, I had to walk.’

The lie left his mouth easily. He felt instant regret. 

Why did he not just say he had gone with Camille for a coffee? That wasn’t a big deal. But then again, Olivia had been drunk last night and told him she didn’t like the way he looked at her. 

No. Telling Olivia that he went for a coffee - just a coffee, nothing else- was a bad idea. 

They sat down and ate dinner, Olivia telling him about her day. Her hangover had finally subsided after lunch but Ana had been a massive bitch to her the whole day.  ‘Anyway, I’m ready to forget about my stress,’ Olivia told him, sipping her red wine. 

She stood up and left the room. Drake played with his fork. He wanted to put the TV on to see the sports highlights but TV was banned during dinner. Olivia thought it was rude. 

Drake heard her clear her throat and he turned. His jeans instantly tightened.

Olivia stood leaning against the door wearing a black latex bodysuit, fishnets and black heels. Drake stood up with a hungry expression on his face; Olivia, noticing his reaction, grinned like the Cheshire Cat. She strolled towards him, swinging her hips and ran her hands down his chest towards his belt. 

‘You look..’ Drake whispered.

‘Heavenly? Divine?’ Olivia joked, raising an eyebrow.’

‘Forget heavenly, you’re a fallen angel,’ Drake murmured, running a finger along her collarbone. Olivia lead him through to the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. 

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Drake watched as she crawled on the bed towards him. His eyes roamed down her body, taking in the way the bodysuit pushed up her breasts, clung to her figure, showing all of her best angles. 

‘Do you want me?’ Olivia whispered.

Drake nodded. ‘Yes.’

‘How much do you want me?’

Drake smirked and unbuckled his jeans. He pulled his boxers down so Olivia could see his erection. ‘This much.’ 

Olivia pulled aside the crotch of her bodysuit and settled down onto him. He felt her walls around him and he groaned in response. Olivia began to rock her hips slowly, taking him in. ‘I want to fuck you hard,’ she whispered. 

‘I’m all yours,’ he told her. ‘Fuck me hard, I want you to.’

Olivia began to pick up the pace and Drake closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. ‘Drake.. Drake...’

Drake opened his eyes and saw Camille. 

What the fuck. 

She was wearing the black latex bodysuit and fishnets. Her dark hair was tousled and her eye makeup smokey. She wore a look of complete ecstacy on her face. ‘Drake..’ she groaned. 

Drake blinked and her face was replaced by Olivia’s, who was calling out his name as he rode him. Drake placed his hands on her hips, wanting to feel her to remind himself that this was Olivia, this was her body, this was his girlfriend currently on his dick. Olivia. 

Drake focused on Olivia’s groans, which were soon replaced by Camille’s voice. Her face came into his vision again, her brown eyes flecked with gold looking into his. ‘Tell me you want me,’ Camille whispered. ‘Tell me you want to fuck me. I know you do. I see the way you look at me. You want me, Drake. You want to feel me around you, you want to feel my breath against your neck, you want to hear me scream your name.’

Drake began to buck his hips hard, his eyes closed, listening to Camille’s words. ‘You want to feel my body against your hands, you want to taste me, you want to fuck me hard.’

‘Oh god..’ Drake groaned. 

‘You want me so much but you keep denying yourself..’ Camille whispered. ‘You want to see what it’s like. You’re curious. Give in, Drake. Give in.’

Drake’s eyes flashed open to see Olivia, sweat forming on her forehead.

Olivia. 

Focus on Olivia. 

Drake sat up and pulled Olivia into him, his mouth crashing against hers. He needed to taste Olivia. He needed to focus entirely on her and forget about Camille.

Forget her name. 

Olivia ground into him and kissed him, her teeth tugging on his lower lip.  ‘You feel so big,’ she murmured, her blue eyes looking into his. Drake kissed her deeply, their tongues twisting. He inhaled her scent and felt the smoothness of her skin under his calloused fingers. This was Olivia. She was beautiful. He focused on the way she looked in her lingerie, which was new, and how seductive she was. She wanted him; she always wanted him. She was his. 

Olivia tightened around him and Drake, feeling the sensation, felt himself fall over the edge. His groans echoed around the room, soon followed by Olivia. 

As Olivia’s head fell into the crook of Drake’s neck, he opened his eyes, his vision blurry. 

Watching him by the door was Camille, dressed in Olivia’s bodysuit. She gave him a smirk and turned to leave the room, her hips swinging a figure of eight, vanishing into thin air. 

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Camille came out into the living room to show Leo her outfit. It was Saturday night and it was Leo’s work’s benefit that evening at the MET. Leo turned away from the TV to look at her and his eyes widened. ‘Holy shit.’

Camille grinned and twirled around so he could see. She was wearing a black tuxedo dress with pearl buttons, bare legs and silver strappy heels. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, blow dried professionally that day, and her makeup was smokey. Leo stood up. He was dressed in a suit with a teal pocket square. His blonde hair was slicked back. He looked like a model. 

‘I’m so excited to show you off,’ Leo told her. Camille smiled. ‘Shall we head?’

‘No time for a quickie?’ Leo asked. 

Camille shook her head. 

‘Damn it. We’ll just have to do it in the bathroom then,’ Leo joked. Camille rolled her eyes and picked up her clutch. ‘You’re such a horny teenager,’ she told him. 

‘Well, we’ve not had sex in a week. Usually, we’re at it like rabbits.’

Camille turned red and ignored his comment. She hadn’t been in the mood for sex this week; anytime he made a move, it felt like a weird Uncle touching her. 

Camille knew the passion was gone. They had fizzled. She knew she had to end it with him but she didn’t know how. It was never the right time. 

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They reached the MET and were greeted by Liam, who twirled Camille around. ‘You look ravishing!’ 

Camille giggled. ‘She’s mine, Liam!’ Leo joked, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. Liam winked. ‘Keep hold of her, she’s a diamond.’

Camille looked away and her eyes found Drake and Olivia who were standing by the bar. Leo’s eyes followed hers and settled on them. ’Ah, let’s go see Drake and Olivia!’ He pulled Camille’s arm and she reluctantly followed.

He guided Camille over to the couple. Olivia was dressed in a red bodycon dress and black heels with her hair pulled up into a chignon. A gold Chopard gobstopper ring was placed on her middle finger. Olivia felt intimidated at soon she saw her; the woman was like a Queen. 

Drake was wearing a suit and looked handsome, except he kept tugging at the colour. ‘Drake, stop doing that,’ Olivia hissed, before looking up to see Leo and Camille walking towards them. 

‘Well Drake, you suited up!’ Leo said, clapping him on the back. He looked at Olivia and took her hand, kissing it. ‘Olivia, you look beautiful.’

Olivia blushed. 

Drake’s eyes wandered to Camille and his fingers clenched his glass of champagne tightly as he took her in. 

‘Wine?’ Leo asked Camille. She nodded and Leo signalled to the bartender. 

The DJ began to play and Olivia’s eyes widened. ‘I actually quite like this song!’

Drake blinked at her sudden enthusiam. Leo turned to her. ‘I love this song! Want to dance?’

Olivia raised an eyebrow. ‘Will you be able to keep up with me?’

Leo chuckled. ‘I’ll try my best, ma’am.’ 

He kissed Camille on the cheek and led Olivia to the dancefloor. Everyone in the room was dancing, bar Camille and Drake. Drake cleared his throat. ‘Uh.. do you want to?’

Camille looked down at the floor. ‘Well..’

They watched the dancers. ‘I guess we could do the robot,’ Camille said flippantly. Drake smirked. ‘Come on, Montespan. You’re up.’

He walked with her to the side of the dancefloor and they faced each other. Camille placed her hand on top of his shoulder and Drake instinctively placed his hand on her lower back. ‘I thought we were doing the robot..’ he whispered.

Camille laughed. ‘Maybe when everyone’s a bit drunker.’

Drake gently pulled her in close and they began to sway. His heart hammered against his chest and he hoped she couldn’t feel it. He really hoped she couldn’t.

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Camille could feel Drake’s heart hammering against his chest. She was so close to him. As they danced, Camille became aware of the way his hand felt around hers; rough, calloused fingers. She could feel his other hand on her lower back, dangerously close to the bottom of her spine, hot against the material of her dress. She could smell his scent; hints of sandalwood and leather. Masculine. 

Stop smelling him, you creep. 

Drake twirled her around and Camille giggled. Drake smiled, his eyes creasing at the corners. ‘You’re a good dancer,’ she told him. 

‘One of the requirements for dating Olivia,’ Drake told her dryly. 

Camille focused on the steps and pushed away thoughts of Drake’s sandalwood smell. She tried to think about Leo’s smell which was always charcoal. 

Camille was ashamed to admit that she preferred sandalwood. 

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Drake held her close, but not too close. He held her close enough to dance the steps. He held her close enough so he could smell the coconut scent of her hair. 

His eyes looked around and he saw Olivia and Leo dancing. They were laughing as they danced, talking animatedly. That was what Drake should be doing with Camille; having a laugh and a good time.

Not smelling her hair. 

Not feeling her body against his and enjoying it. 

Drake’s fingers accidentally brushed Camille’s jawline. She tensed. 

Oh fuck. I did not mean to do that. 

Her eyes met Drake’s and he looked down at her. As their gazes locked, he swore that her brown eyes with gold flecks darkened. Darkened with desire.

But then she blinked and her eyes were back to normal. 

Drake needed to get his eyes checked. He kept seeing things that weren’t there.

[mrs-spindelle]

Never Work at Victoria’s Secret

Since I’m quitting Victoria’s Secret and have found a new job, let me give you girls some wonderful insight on the pile of dog shit company all us ladies have to shop at to hold our breasts in place.

Shopping there and working there are two totally different experiences, and let me tell you why you should never work in Hell- I mean VS.

1. As a customer, you are allowed to steal. Yes, that’s right! You ladies are allowed to take whatever you want if you can get the sensor off. We employees are NEVER allowed to ask for a receipt, accuse you of theft (even as we stand there and watch you rip the tags off), OR call security! That’s right, we would never accuse our beautiful honest angels of something as horrible as shoplifting. Just don’t take more than $1,000 in merchandise to avoid it being a reportable crime, don’t get caught by mall security and you ladies will have yourselves all the panties and bras you want. Oh, we’re also not allowed to go after you. I was once required to remove a sensor from a bra for a lady because she claimed ‘she bought it and we forgot to remove the sensor’ even though we ALL watched her rip it off a hanger. But by company policy, I cannot accuse her of theft or ask for her receipt. So she got a free bra. If you ever think you’re going to be caught, just accuse us employees of racism and threaten to call HR. We’ll back off. The company is terrified of a lawsuit.

2. You as an employee are punished far more harshly than a customer EVER will be. If they so much as think you’re stealing, your hours are cut, and you are the one who is watched on camera - not the group of girls who just walked out of the front door of PINK with $600 worth of leggings.

3. I don’t have proof, but I’m pretty sure many of their cameras do not work. They say the cameras are everywhere and can spin and zoom to see text so small like on an ID, but its a hoax. If they can’t even catch a thief who looks right into the camera, they won’t catch anything period. They couldn’t even catch the man who stole like, $20,000 worth of panties lmao.

4. You are required to be a customer’s punching bag. Dealing with drunken men at a bar is a blessing compared to working for the middle-low class entitled women of society. Victoria’s Secret has created an atmosphere that makes every woman feel special and sexy, but for a lot of women, it gives them a sense of power they don’t actually have, and they abuse that power by abusing the very employees helping them to find a piece of clothing to hold their tits in. I have been mocked for my thin body, tall height, small breasts and pale skin color. I have been called racist, told to get breast implants, or that I was mentally incapable of helping women with bigger breasts find what they need simply because I had B cups. I never once had an issue with a man while I worked there, but I lost count with how many fellow women abused me there. You would be surprised to see how little support you get, because we cannot verbally defend ourselves or others.  The customer is always right, even when they are outright degrading you like an animal.

5. No one gives a shit about that panty drawer filled with 150+ thongs you just neatly folded. No one. Walk away from it for 30 seconds and come back, I fucking dare you.

6. You don’t get to go home until all panties on top are folded in order. Gotta fold until 12 at night? Guess what, you’re gonna be folding until 12 at night.

7. Closing late but need to be back in the morning for a 5am floorset? Yeah, you’ll be scheduled to close until 10pm or 11pm and HAVE to come back at 5am. No ifs ands or buts.

8. Every company sets aside money to compensate for theft, but Victoria’s Secret has so much theft due to their shit policy that they raise prices. And you honest hard working women have to pay more so thieves can continue doing what they like. Example. Panties are typically 1 cent to make, and are $10.50 a piece. The lingerie panties are $16.50, and their newest lingerie panty is now $40+ A PIECE. They are made the same way as a $16.50 panty, but tripled in price. And you’re a sucker for buying it. I own one since I got one for free, and guess what? Its shit. Don’t put it in the dryer. Ever.

9. Ever wanted to clean up vaginal discharge and period blood? This is the job for you!

10. If you don’t ask for a break, you will not receive a break.

11. You cannot remind a customer that you’re closing in 5 minutes. They’re allowed to destroy the entire store, unfold everything, go in the fitting rooms for as long as they like, and fuck around until THEY choose to leave. The gates are NOT to be closed, not even half way, until that customer leaves - which makes opportunity for late night shoplifters to come in and loot while you’re busy trying to refold what that customer had just destroyed, so you can go home on time. But now, not only do you have to clean, you also will be staying late to file a long ass report about the theft - which Victoria’s Secret will do absolutely nothing about. 

12. Pregnant? Guess what, nobody gives a shit. Reach down at the bottom drawer to shop for a woman who is too lazy to kneel down herself and grab her XL granny panty. Your baby is an inconvenience to certain entitled women.

13. Got this job to avoid baby sitting? Well you’re going to baby sit, and watch as women drag their screaming children into the store meant for adults that’s filled with inappropriate lingerie and open-assed panties with lewd pictures of half-naked women all over the walls. Also get ready to pick up after other people’s children who drop their drinks, food, toys, and destroy store property by playing on shelves, ripping off manniquin arms, chewing on panties (and stealing them, I caught one child stuffing panties into their Else purses), and throwing the biggest demonic hissy fits when they don’t get their way. Think the parents will stoop to OUR level and clean up after their own kids? LOL they’ll go “Sorry” and walk away. You’ll be lucky if they even say sorry. You know they aren’t.

14. You will understand why 50% of marriages end in divorce simply watching how wives boss around their husbands to show off in the store. This goes back to the power the store gives women. When women enter these gates, their true selves show, because the sense of false power makes them act like the bitches that they truly are. I will say that not every woman is like this, but an alarming amount are.

15. The girls who buy boy shorts are the most condescending and judgmental of women - deeming those who wear thongs are sluts, whores and loose and are beneath them. Yet they buy boy shorts with ‘Yummy’ written on the ass. Hmmmmm...

16. If you find a co-worker who is real and takes time out of their day to help train you, stick with them. 9 times out of 10, you won’t get the benefit of training. You’ll be thrown into the chaos like I was and be expected to perform well. Its up to your fellow co-workers to help you. If some help you. Hopefully they’ll help you. I had only 1 help me, and that was during Black Friday.

17. Starting drama is forbidden. Unless you’re a favorite. Then you’re free to shit talk all you want.

18. Women are destructive little shits. They will rip apart anything nice and toss shit around. 

19. You are not allowed to carry any weapons on you for protection. You will be terminated for doing so.

20. Despite not being allowed to carry a firearm, policy has made it clear that in the event of a shooting, you must hide. In the event that the shooter FINDS you, you are encouraged to FIGHT BACK. . . With - what exactly? If you’re not allowed to carry protection on you, yet a man with a gun is shooting at you and killing people, then how in the fucking fuck are you supposed to fight back? You are practically set up to die in the worst case scenario. But consider the alarming rate of shootings today. Public shootings are becoming more and more common, its a horrendous tragedy. And we are faced with either being fired, or being fired at.

Your choice.

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Now I will say...not everything about it was bad. There were times where I had fun, I miss those times. I had a good handful of nice customers who made my job easier, and a few I could relate to. I suppose the issue is with the company. If the company had a different way of running things, then maybe the women would have a different mindset when walking into the store and treat their fellow women better. Who knows...

[omega-mccree]

Jesse McCree is a lot of things

But father material isn’t one of them. Upon Hanzo’s request, he finally went to Angela about his nasty flu not letting up after three weeks, spending most of his days vomiting in the bathroom and sleeping it off in their shared bed.

Jesse had waved it off at first, claiming he didn’t get sick often but when he did, it always came full force. But Hanzo wasn’t having it with his excuses anymore, spending yet another morning holding back Jesse’s hair as he spent what little remained in his stomach into the toilet , sweat shining across his skin and breathing labored as he took a bile tinged breath.

“Maybe you’re right, Han. Can you shoot Ange a message that I’ll be over in a tick?” Hanzo left him with a gentle rub on his back as he went to send Angela said message and Jesse closed his eyes and rested his heated skin on the cool porcelain in front of him. He doubted it was anything but a nasty case of the flu, his body possibly not used to the different strain floating around in the warm Gibraltar climate. He couldn’t help but worry slightly that it could be something more, his smoking catching up to him, his drinking finally taking a toll on his poor liver, but he pushed those thoughts out of his mind as he made to get up and be a little more presentable for Angela.

He turned on the sink and splashed some cold water on his face, rinsing off any remaining sickness caught in the corners of his mouth as well as rinsing the inside of his mouth to rid himself of the acidic bile that had become an unfortunate commodity within the last few weeks. He looked up at the mirror and grimaced at the dark circles under his eyes and the unhealthy pallor of someone who hadn’t been getting enough nutrients. He was drying his face when Hanzo came back in to let him know Angela was expecting him.

With that, he shrugged on a clean t-shirt and jeans and made his way to the medbay, Hanzo in tow, concern present on his face. They made it there quickly, entering to see Angela setting out a couple of items for Jesse’s visit. She started with the basics, checking his eyes, ears, heartbeat, asking him little questions that could lead her to the cause of his illness until Angela was left perplexed.

“You don’t have any physical symptoms of the flu that I can see other than your nausea and fatigue…I have one more thing I’d like to test just to make sure though. I’ll just need to collect a urine sample from you.” Once she had the cup of urine, she went to the back room of the medbay for a few minutes and came back with an unreadable expression.

“What is it Ange, did you find something?” Jesse turned his head to Hanzo’s, hands linked as they shared a look of confusion at the doctor’s furrowed brow. “Jesse, did you stop taking your suppressants?” Jesse’s confused look turned to one of panic as he understood what she was insinuating. “Haven’t missed one since the recall. You know how bad my cycles get.” Hands shaking, he subconsciously rubbed at his stomach as he clenched his hand in Hanzo’s grasp. “You ain’t saying what I think you’re saying, are you?”

“I’m afraid so. You’re currently pregnant, about 6 weeks if your last heat is any indication.” Hanzo stiffened as the words were said, eyes widening as he looked down at Jesse’s stomach, hand still absentmindedly rubbing at the invisible swell of his pup growing underneath. He was going to be a father. Both of them were. Joy began to take over at the prospect of pups, HIS pups, the alpha in him beaming at the fact that he successfully bred his sweet omega and that they were going to start a family together.

In his joy, Hanzo missed out on the short breathes that were coming from Jesse, tears pricking at his eyes at the thought of pups growing inside of him. “How…..how is this possible?” He looked up to Angela just as the first tears began to fall, face screwing up in a twist of anguish and fear as he began to sob. Hanzo immediately went to console him, concern quickly replacing his joy as he murmured sweet phrases to try and calm his lover down.

“Love, what’s the matter, what troubles you? I am here, I will always be here for you, don’t fret, shhh, shhh.” Jesse’s sobs diminished into weak hiccups as he gathered his voice again. “I can’t be pregnant, I can’t be a father, I….I can’t do this!” Jesse threw his head in his hands as his cries picked up again, shoulders shaking violently as he tried to breathe through the great, heaving sobs.

Hanzo looked to Angela, who had stepped back to give the pair some privacy, eyes full of worry for his mate. Angela stepped back to try and help, a vial ready in one hand. “Jesse, you need to calm down, or you could hurt the child or yourself with the stress. Do you want a gentler?” At the mention of a gentler, Jesse went rigid and his cries quieted to occasional sniffles as his voice cracked out a whispered, “please, please no. I’ll be good, I promise…..I’ll be good…”

At that, Hanzo nuzzled his mate, scenting him and brushing through his hair as he tried to calm him down by reminding him that he was safe, he was here. He had seen Jesse zone out like this, caught in flashbacks of his time in Deadlock, and scenting was always a way to help ground him. After a few minutes, Jesse’s breath evened out and he fell asleep against Hanzo’s frame, unconsciously trembling ever so often.

“You all have a lot to talk about. Go take him back to your room to rest and talk to him when he wakes up. I’ll be here for you both when you’re ready.” With that, Angela made her way back to her office, leaving Hanzo with a pitied smiles and sad eyes. He carried Jesse back to their shared room and laid him on the bed, curling around him, trying to cover as much skin as possible. They had a lot to discuss. 

When Jesse woke up, he was surrounded by warmth and snuggled his way into the source, the comforting scent making him smile. He let out a content hum as arms tightened around his waist, Hanzo’s head shifting to look down at him. Jesse looked back up, content features shifting to a slight frown as he took in Hanzo’s tired smile and sad eyes, then he went still as he remembered their visit with Angela. “How are you feeling, anata? Do you need anything?” Jesse shook his head as he buried himself back into Hanzo, throat constricting as he fought back another panic attack. “’m sorry Han.” Hanzo began stroking Jesse’s back, letting off a comforting scent to help keep Jesse calm. “Dearest, you have nothing to be sorry for. If this is too much for you, we can go about…fixing it." 

His voice wavered at that, the idea of terminating the pregnancy saddening him, but this was Jesse’s decision, and if he wasn’t ready then he would support him no matter what. Jesse trembled at his kind words as he caught his breathe again. "Did you know I was pregnant before? Back in Blackwatch?” Hanzo’s breathing stopped at that, his grip on Jesse tightening as he prepared for what he was sure to be a woeful tale. “We were stationed out on Route 66, y'know, where they picked me up back when I was just a little shit of a kid.” He shuddered as he thought about Deadlock, continuing shakily. “Well, some members must’ve recognized me through my undercover disguise and told the higher ups, ‘cuz we were ambushed one night. Lost two men before they got to me, pulled a bag over my eyes and knocked me out real quick.” Tears sprang to his eyes at the memory and he sniffled into Hanzo’s chest as he tried to get impossibly closer, chasing the comfort of his mate. 

“When I woke up, I was still blindfolded but they had me chained to a bed by my ankles and my hands tied behind my back. They must’ve bathed me and shit while I was out because I was clean and redressed in some disgusting lingerie with fucking toys inside of me.” He began full on shaking as the tears kept falling, Hanzo nuzzling the top of his head as tears of his own began to form. “I waited in there alone for what seemed like hours before someone even came into the room. Turns out that one of the fuckers that I used to work with escaped the Blackwatch raid and took over Deadlock to rebuild. And he wanted me as his 'omega bitch’ to replenish the numbers that I helped destroy." 

Jesse’s voice started cracking, but he kept talking, hiccups interrupting every few words. "He forced me to take medicine to keep me in h-heats, to help it catch easier. And he took me, every single day, even after he found out that his pups were growing in me. He even let some of the other members in on it, called me the gang fu-fucktoy.” His chest was heaving by then, choking on his own tears and did his best to continue. “Blackwatch rescued me about 5 months into it, took down the gang to its last disgusting member. They took me into medical immediately, but they wouldn’t terminate the pregnancy because of the weakened state I was in. I had agreed to put them up for adoption as soon as they were born, spending most of my days meeting with doctors and psychs as they monitored me, probably trying to make sure I didn’t off myself." 

His cries had settled into occasional sniffles, tears still falling steadily but silently. "I’d be a liar if I didn’t think about it more than once. But I kept on, until the day I went into labor, it was long, and messy, and painful, and by the end of it all, all I had was a near death experience from losing so much blood, and two dead pups, strangled by their own umbilical chords." 

 He finally went quiet at that, waiting for Hanzo to say something, say anything to end the awkward silence that had taken over. Hanzo gathered him up in his arms, bringing him so he was lying on his chest and face level with him as he kissed Jesse’s tears away, holding onto him as tightly as he could as though he feared he would vanish from his very arms. "My sweet, darling Jesse, I can’t begin to express how prey I am that you had to go through that. If I had the he chance, I would end the lives of those who hurt you several times over, each more painful than the last for daring to lay a hand on you. You are worth so much love and admiration, please know that.” Hanzo began to kiss his tears up to his eyes, trailing across his face to his cheeks and forehead. “If you are not ready for this, if you are never ready for this, I will always be here, to love you, to cherish you, to support you until we are no longer of this Earth, Jesse McCree.” He landed his last kiss to meet with Jesse’s own lips, willing Jesse to understand the level of his love. 

“I would follow you to the ends of this Earth. I love you more than you could ever know.” He nuzzled himself into the mating mark he made oh so long ago, kissing it gently then baring his neck as a sign of submission for his omega. Jesse picked up on it and nuzzled into the returned mark on Hanzo’s own neck as he cracked a small smile. “I’m not sure what I want to do yet darlin’…but I’m glad to know that you’re here for me.” He thought more on the idea of having little Shimada pups running around, more dragons entering the family and keeping him and Hanzo on his toes. His hand went back to his stomach again, feeling for something to small to notice when he felt Hanzo’s hand cover his own. 

 Maybe, he thought.

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Afterglow (Episode 33)

"How's your hand feeling baby" Angus asks over breakfast, taking my hand and giving it a kiss. All eight of us gathered around the dinning table to eat the breakfast that Tess and Declan had prepared.

"Sore but I think the ice pack helped" I tell him, "It was so worth it though"

"Sore hand in the morning and a happy Angus can only mean one thing" Declan jokes, Tess gives him a dirty look and the others erupt in laughter, it takes me a while to understand that Declan is making a sex joke and I giggle

"Declan that's not funny, thats my sister" Tess goes off at him

"Lighten up Tess, it was funny" I laugh at her and she softens.

"What are we up to today?" Tess asks everyone

"Steph and I are doing a shopping trip to Magnolia Promenade, it's on the mainland, I was thinking we should make it a girls day if you girls want to join us?" I propose and the girls all cheer in agreement.

"Declan can we borrow your van? We won't all fit in the Angus' car and theres more room to put our bags" Tess asks Declan

"Of course you can baby" He says, kissing her on the cheek, I love how cute these two are.

"Take my credit card baby" Angus offers me as we are leaving, pulling it out of his wallet

"I don't need it, I have my savings from working at the bakery, plus this is my surprise for you, doesn't seem right if you pay for it" I inform him, he kisses me goodbye and we leave on our girls day out, Steph driving Declan's van with Annabelle up front with her and Tess, Cassie I in the back. We drive onto the ferry, parking underneath in the car section and find a seat up on deck, the ferry is almost empty of passengers this morning, except for one lone guy sitting on a bench seat, sporting a shiny, new black eye, he looks upper and sees me with my group of friends and comes marching over.

"You're a fucking prick tease bitch" He screams at me.

"Hi, Im Tess, speak to my sister like that again and I'll give you a matching black eye on the other side" Tess threatens him.

"Whatever, I didn't need you anyway, I was balls deep in a busty blonde before midnight" He boasts

"Translation ladies, he watched porn and touched his own dick" Steph clarifies for us and we burst out laughing.

"Where's your personal trainer today? Not here to protect you?" He says smugly

"Charlie, it was me that punched you in the face, not Angus, he just shoved you up against a wall" I remind him, "Oh, and to answer your question about where he is, he's most likely out buying condoms because unlike you, he got the girl. That must be humiliating for you, you put in all this effort to try and get me to go home with you and the guy who didn't have to talk himself up woke up with me in his bed this morning" I laugh at him

"Congratulations, you got your number two and how did Mr Beefcake compare to Mr Perfect" He asks with that smug smile on his face

"Oh no, I'm still at one, Angus has always been one and that boy has mad skills" I inform him, "Go away charlie, you're nothing but a fuckboy" I order him and he slinks away.

"So what are we shopping for?" Cassie asks to remove the bad  energy that was Charlie

"Lingerie, I need something sexier than my Hello Kitty underwear, I need to look hot" I tell the girls shyly and they all squeal with excitement.

"Oh this is awesome because I need something to spice things up with Declan after 4 years together" Tess tells us and I'm surprised, we've never talked about things like this.

"I could use a set of new handcuffs, Sam and I had to break the last ones because we lost the key somewhere" Cassie tells us and we all stop and look at her in surprise, "We're experimenting"

"Why did we not talk like this before" I ask them

"Because you were in high school and having sex with your first boyfriends and scared that your friends would judge you" Annabelle says smiling at us and taking Steph's hand, "Welcome to the grown up world ladies, this is what women talk about with each other but you can never bring it up with in conversation around the men, it's our secrets."

I'm excited to step into this new world with my best friends.

Steph drives us to Magnolia Promenade, a long street of exclusively branded stores that include  a giant lingerie store with everything that ranges from tame night dresses all the way up to early there string pieces that leave nothing to the imagination.

"You'll need more than one ladies" Steph tells us as we browse the racks, "And don't get anything that will be too hard to get out of, nothing spoils the mood faster than struggling to get out of an outfit" She laughs

I purchase four different styles, one of which I plan to save until Christmas and find Tess looking at vibrators

"I'm thinking of getting one" She says shyly

"Angus bought me that silver one, I like it" I tell her and she smiles at me

"So it's good?" She asks

"Oh yeah" I exclaim, putting my arm around her shoulder and we laugh together, Cassie comes running up to us with seven outfits and two different types of handcuffs.

"I got fluffy and regular" She squeals at us.

We stop for lunch and then head back to the island. The boys are out of the house when we arrive home which makes it easier to sneak our goodies in unnoticed but they come home not long after us. Angus comes into our room just as I'm hiding the last bag.

"How was shopping Princess?" Angus asks, before wrapping me up in his arms.

"Really good, I love Steph and Annabelle, it's great having friends who are teaching us that it's ok to talk about our men" I tell him

"You talked about me baby" He questions with a big smile on his face.

"Maybe, all good things though" I promise him.

"I don't need to know, girls talk and I love that you have a group of women to confide in" He says kissing me, "Oh, by the way, I booked a table for eight people tonight at a restaurant"

"Eight people, like a group date?" I ask, I love this idea

"Yeah, I thought it was kind of rude if I took you away from your friends considering this is your end of school holiday but I did also book a hotel room just for us, I hope that's ok" He explains, I love how thoughtful he is.

"Did you get the protection?" I enquire and he pulls a box from his pocket and throws it on the bed, smiling at me.

"First thing I did this morning, I also bought myself some clothes and necessities and I called Imogen and told her I won't be back til Friday because I'm spending some time with my Girlfriend and my friends" He informs me

"How did she take the news that we are back together?" I enquire

"I have a ringing noise in my right ear because she squealed so loudly down the phone, she loved you long before she met you so she's very happy for us, she also said to tell you that 'He is very dreamy but he's not the sun, you are', I have no idea what that means but she said you would get it" He laughs

"She quoted Cristina Yang from Grey's Anatomy to you for me, I get it" I laugh, Imogen and I share the same love of Grey's.

"So when do I get my surprise" He asks like a little kid waiting for Santa

"Tonight, when we're alone" I promise him

"You know I just want to run my tongue up your thigh right now and not stop when I reach the top of your legs, I've been thinking about it all day" He teases

"Well you will have to be patient and wait" I say, fighting temptation to just cave in now and let him to as he pleases to me but waiting until we're alone will make it all the more special.

Angus booked us into a restaurant to sample some of the local cuisine the island has to offer, it's the first time most of us has tried Kava, a local drink. We make toasts together, everyone laughing and eating.

"I want to stay here forever" I announce to Angus when we finish our dinner and he looks at me with adoring eyes.

"We could baby, not any time soon but once we get our degrees we could move out here and live in the house, have a few kids and live the island life" He says in a dreamy tone, like he's making future plans for us.

"Oh now you want children?" I question him, surprised

"I always wanted children, just far in the future but I want to have them with you" He whispers to me

"We could make one tonight" I stir him and he looks at me with fear on his face

"Zoey Amelia Green don't even joke about that" He panics, I smile and kiss his cheek

"Let's go to the hotel, I can't wait any longer to give you your surprise" I suggest, we say our goodbyes to the rest of the group and Angus drives us to one of the most luxurious hotels on the island.

Angus booked us into the penthouse, no surprises there but it's so different than the one in Del Sol Valley, here we have a zen garden on the balcony and the spa is among the island greenery landscape. The smell of hibiscus flowers fills the air but isn't overpowering, the bed has a bamboo frame and sits on a hardwood floor, the dinning table is smaller, seating for four and theres a full sized fridge stocked with alcohol and snacks. The hotel has it's own private beach as well as a pool, sauna and gym.

"We don't have to leave until tomorrow afternoon baby so there's no rush, we can take our time" He tells me, the cheeky smile spreading across his face, "Do you want some champagne, I don't think there's any in the fridge but I can call to room service and get some and dessert too" He offers, I sense that he's nervous, it's been 4 months since we were last intimate, 4 months since we had that fight that tore us apart.

"Champagne would be great, thank you baby" I say as I kiss his neck softly as he puts the call through to room service, they run it up to us within minutes, Angus grabs two champagne flutes and slowly fills them, he hands me a glass and we make a toast to us.

"How did you know I picked the end bedroom anyway?" I ask him

"You love the ocean Zoey so I knew you would pick a room facing the beach, I also knew you would pick the end room  because it's closest to the bathroom and you always forget to take your change of clothes with you when you shower so it's a shorter run to the bedroom" He replies. He knows me so well, "Wasn't there talk of a surprise for me tonight Zoey?" He asks with the cheeky smile.

"Do you want me to show it to you now? You've been very patient" I say, attempting to seduce him.

"Now I'm curious more so, it's something you show me?" He asks, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed, "I'm ready to be shown"

"Take your pants off Angus, shirt too" I demand, he does as he's asked, sitting back down in his his briefs.

"So my surprise is myself in my own underwear?" He asks confused

"Unzip my dress" I order him, ignoring his confusion, he does as he's told, letting it slink to the floor, revealing my new, white corset underneath.

"Fuck Zoey, that is just..." His voice trails off as he leans back to take it all in, he looks up at my face, his eyes meeting mine, "You can't come in here dressing like this" He tells me and I suddenly feel very embarrassed, I thought he'd enjoy me dressing up for him.

"I thought you'd like it" I say in a small, disappointed voice

"Oh I fucking love it baby but I've gone 4 months without sex and you're standing in front of me looking so damn hot and I'm just going to blow my load in 15 seconds flat" He laughs and I smile at him, he reaches out and runs a hand up the inside of my thigh, slipping his fingers inside my panties and I feel them enter me, he smiles with delight

"You never fail to disappoint my Princess" He praises me, removing his fingers from inside me and sliding my panties down my legs, I reach down and slide his briefs off, I can see he's hard already, I drop to my knees and lick along his shaft from base to tip then take it fully into mouth, moving him in and out and using my tongue to draw circles on his tip, he groans deeply in appreciation as I feel him grow harder.

"I'm gonna cum baby" He exclaims and I feel him explode in my mouth with warm, liquid sensation, it's an odd taste, not unpleasant but not something I want to swallow, I run to the bathroom with a mouth full and spit it into the sink, I grab the mouthwash and swish it around. I walk back into the bedroom and notice Angus hasn't moved from where I left him.

"I did warn you" He laughs

"I'm sorry I couldn't swallow it, I did some reading while we were apart and I know it can be seen as rude to spit it out" I apologise

"I don't care if you spit it out, I'm more impressed by your skills, that was fucking amazing" He says, pulling me down onto the bed, "Now it's your turn" He says, kissing my neck softly, moving his way down my body, he reaches the top of my breasts, being pushed together to create cleavage and he runs his tongue in-between them, unclasping my corset starting at the top and working his way down, once opened he lifts up my back gently with one arm and uses his other to slide my corset out from under me and places me back down. He begins licking my nipples, running his tongue over them in a circular motion, my body tingles at his touch and he hasn't even moved into my sweet spot yet, he moves his lips down to my belly, kissing and licking along the way, his mouth reaches between my legs and I feel his tongue on me, bringing every sensation inside of me to life, I let a series of moans escape my mouth, I remember this feeling, the building orgasm. I feel him slip a finger inside me and slowly start to move it, reading my body's pulses, I'm getting closer and closer with every lashing of his tongue until I reach the point where I can't hold back, I feel myself let go and it feels amazing. I've missed this, I've missed him. He kisses inside my thigh and slides himself up beside me, giant smile on his wet face.

"I could pleasure you all day" He announces, "Don't worry baby, we're not done yet" He promises me, he finds his pants on the floor and pulls a condom from his pocket, he rips it open with his teeth, takes it out and throws the wrapper.

"Can I put it on?" I ask him and he smiles brightly at me

"Of course baby" He replies, placing it on the tip and I roll it down, he sits on his knee,  pushes my knees to my chest and enters me.

"Fuck you feel good" He moans, I could say the same about him too, I feel every thrust, every nipple pinch, his thumb on my clitoris makes me become tighter insider, I feel myself clenching and releasing around his penis. I open my eyes to study his beautiful face, it's tense and his pleasure is building too, sweat running down his chest as he picks up his pace, moving inside of me faster and faster until I lose control and groan with elation as I complete my journey, I can feel myself pulsating around his shaft, his body goes tense as he gives his final thrust and then he relaxes, catching his breath and exiting me. He lays his head on my stomach and I run my fingers through his soft, blonde hair.

"I love you Princess" He whispers to me

"I love you too Angus, that was unbelievable" I praise him and he looks up at me with those piercing blue eyes and smiles

"You were unbelievable" He credits me

We lay in the afterglow for what feels like hours, me stroking his hair, him running his fingers softly over my thighs, I never thought I'd get to be here with him again, making love and kissing him all over but I'm so grateful we get our second chance