Continuing From This

continuing from this

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“mama, mama! dada mean again!” your son whines, calling you over. a little huff flees your lips, you dry your hands on the towel and leave the kitchen.

“katsuki.” you sternly voice. “told you that he’s only 2 years old.”

“oh come on sweets, i’m only trying to toughen him up a little bit”

he lightly chuckles, walking over to kiss you on the lips, suddenly getting shoved out of the way by his own son.

“mama mine! dada no touch” he stomps his feet, the same exact way katsuki used to back in your high school days, you can’t help but laugh.

like father like son.

your husband mirrors him, crossing his own arms “really? you wanna go there with me, little man? ya got 5 seconds to run.”

as katsuki counts down, he immediately runs into hiding, letting out squeals at the way his father tickles him.

you’re watching with an amused expression and shake your head, trudging back over to the kitchen.

this was a normal day in the bakugou household.

hi love! hope you’re doing well, can you write a fanfic of eric draven surprising the reader with a new cat? that’s be so sweet ty 😭❤️

Eric Draven x reader [🐈]

Hey there, kitten! I'm sorry for it took for so long, but I was whole in my school work. So now make yourself a cup of warm tea and enjoy this little story.

I wrote it as fem!reader, but if it's necessary I can change it :)

• You were usually happy and cheerful, a tender relationship with Eric brought a really incredible and good experience into your life, you literally blossomed like a spring flower.

• But lately you've been a little depressed and sad. Eric was very upset by this. Not only did you withdraw into yourself, but you also moved away from him significantly, which caused a painful feeling of heaviness in the guy's heart. That's why he tried his best to cheer you up.

• At first, it was some little things like your favorite sweets or some cool things. He even gave you flowers a couple of times. But your longing did not go away, and you still did not respond to his attempts to show affection.

• Eric thought that your behavior was caused by the fact that he often stayed at work for a long time or worked with his musical group for a long time. Perhaps you resented him because of the feeling of loneliness. Eric couldn't blame you for that. After all, your old cat has grown up a long time ago and spent most of his time outside or somewhere in a remote part of the house. That's why he decided to surprise you.

• It was a particularly cloudy day, as is usually the case on Halloween eve in this city. You had recently cooked dinner, so now you were lying quietly on the bed with the player in your hands. You didn't hear the door open. You didn't hear him enter the room. You just felt the mattress next to you crease under the guy's weight. A moment later, a gentle hand wrapped around your waist. Eric leaned closer to your face, kissing your temple and accidentally (or not) hitting the earphone. Now your earphone has quickly rolled down your chest, falling onto the bedspread.

• "I have something for you, my rose," Eric whispers with a smile, gently rubbing his nose against your cheek. But you didn't react in any way, trying to focus on the music. "Come on, baby. He will be sad if he doesn't see his new mommy." This phrase has already strained you enough to spark your curiosity. Eric chuckled softly, watching your reaction.

• You sat on the bed waiting for this. You were biting your lip in impatience and twisting your fingers. Finally Eric came back from somewhere with a small purple box. The guy carefully placed her on the bed in front of you, sitting down next to her. You awkwardly reach for the box, slowly opening the lid. There was a sharp meow from there, and immediately after that a little red kitten jumped into your arms. The cat began to rub gently against your stomach, trying to climb onto your arms as soon as possible to hide from this scary man.

• Eric chuckled softly. "You know, he was afraid of me from the very beginning... I'm not going to be a daddy, am I?" In response, you just smiled, picking up the kitten in your arms and stroking its soft fur. "It's a boy. I think he will be glad if you give him a name, my rose."

• Eric carefully sits closer, wrapping his arm around your waist, and with his free hand touching the kitten's small ears. Without thinking twice, the kitten slightly bit the guy's finger with its small fangs.

Now let's choose a name for this baby boy 🐈

Hi, I was wondering if you could do a Micheal Myers X Dr. Loomis’s daughter reader one shot? I thought it’d be an interesting read lol. If you’re not Interested or too busy that’s completely fine! I just haven’t seen any one else do this request. Honestly, I would request more, but I’m always too nervous to talk to people online and in person. Sorry for the unnecessary rambling! Thank you and have a lovely day or night ( depending on what time you see this lol )!

Michael Myers x reader, who is Dr. Loomis's daughter

The boy with the eyes of the devil. Monster.

You didn’t fully understand what your father was talking about, after all, at that time you were only six years old, but you could say with confidence that this “something” made your father terribly nervous and even frightened him, although he would never admit it.

It was an ordinary early November morning. The weather was cloudy, all the streets were filled with milky fog. The damp air settled unpleasantly in my lungs with each new breath. You sat in the back seat of the car while your father put the key in the ignition. Your small hands nervously fiddled with the edge of your seat belt. Not to say that this was your first trip to your father’s place of work, no. On the contrary, you often went there with him, because sometimes there was no one to leave you with at home, almost all of your dad’s colleagues knew you. And yet today the atmosphere in the car was unpleasantly oppressive and dense, you could literally cut it with a knife. It seemed that your father was weighed down by some thoughts, but you did not dare to ask him about it.

The journey to the psychiatric hospital took quite a long time because your father decided to take a longer but safer route. He didn't want any accident to happen due to such thick fog.

When you arrived at the hospital, it was already around seven in the morning. You approached a tall building, which, despite its appearance and neat paths for walking with patients, inspired subconscious fear in you. Your father gently but firmly took your hand.It was quite dark outside, so when you walked inside, an unpleasant greenish light hit your eyes, creating a strangely tense atmosphere among the white walls of the hospital. Your father immediately went to some office. It was a small office, filled with various folders and documents. In the middle of the room, at a dark table, sat the man with whom your father was now talking. You didn’t pay much attention to their conversation, completely captivated by the small colorful fish in the aquarium. Your children's palms carefully pressed against the slightly cloudy glass, joyfully following with your eyes the colorful fish hiding among the tall corals.

Finally, your father called your name, causing you to reflexively turn your head in his direction. His voice was gentle and calm, but it still contained his characteristic sternness.

 “I need you to stay here for a while, okay? I have work in another office. Will you be a good girl for me?” Loomis asked with a small smile, patting your head. In response, you only nodded briefly.

You were always a smart and understanding child, so Loomis was not afraid to leave you alone. Although he knew that you liked to play by your own rules from time to time, the man really trusted you and your smart mind for a child. After all, you are your father's daughter.

 About fifteen minutes passed before you realized that you were tired of watching the office fish. What's the point of staring at them for a long time if all they do is swim back and forth and back? You definitely should have taken some toys from home. Finally, when boredom took over, you carefully left the office, hoping to find your father and proudly declare that you had nothing to do. Wandering along the corridor, you caught some nurse and asked where your dad was now. This kind soul, of course, didn’t know that she shouldn’t tell you about this, but everyone in this place knew you as a smart and calm child, so she told you the right office without any problems.

It was a particularly remote room at the end of the corridor. The dim green light barely reached here, and there were no windows in this part of the hospital. You quietly opened the right door, wincing slightly at the disgusting creak, and went inside. Inside there was another door with a small window to the right of it. You walked closer to the window, because of your short stature you could barely see what was happening on the other side of the glass. But you perfectly saw your father sitting with his back to you. A strange boy sat next to him. His blond hair was disheveled and looked somewhat dirty, and his empty dark eyes looked simultaneously into nothingness, but at the same time into your very soul. He looked no older than your age, although he was obviously larger than you in size. Your father was telling him something, but the boy did not react to his words at all, he just looked blankly out the window opposite. Did he look at you? Unknown.But it seemed to you that the moment you came into his field of vision, the boy’s head shifted slightly to the side.

This was the first time you saw this boy, a most strange but intriguing meeting. Michael Myers. That’s what your father called him, looking through the child’s personal file in your kitchen at home with a cup of coffee in his hands.

The next time you saw this boy was only about two weeks later. Your father purposefully brought you to Michael's room, hoping that perhaps you, as a child, could establish some kind of contact with this strange boy. Loomis gently squeezed your hand, looking down at you with a smile.

“This is a special boy. You should try playing with him, okay?” You nodded curtly in response. "That’s my girl."

Loomis led you into the same small room, not even suspecting that you had already been here once. Your own cunning caused a small, naive smile to bloom on your face. Loomis led you to Michael sitting on the bed and sat you on the chair next to him.

“I’ll be behind this door if anything happens to you, okay honey?” With these words, Loomis left the room.

You carefully sat down on the chair, folding your hands in your lap. The boy in front of you looked almost like a lifeless doll, so empty was the look in his dark eyes. He looked somewhere ahead and didn't even blink. You smiled slightly, deciding to use all your charm and friendliness.

“My name is Y/N. And what is your name?"

The boy didn't react. But you could have sworn you saw the focus of his eyes shift from the emptiness in front of him to you, seemingly appraising you. A pleasant burning sensation lit up in your heart when you realized that this boy was truly “special”, as your dad told you, and not some emotionless vegetable. It seems like that’s what doctors called such people, no? You weren't sure. But you really wanted to appear grown up and work like your dad in the future, so you wanted to start getting some knowledge about it right now.

“Your name is Michael, right?” you smiled your childish, somewhat toothless smile, “You don’t really like to talk, do you? I think yes. Then do you mind if I do the talking?” There was only silence in response. You giggled, “Silence is a sign of consent! So, I'm six. Probably you too? I haven’t been told much about you, to be honest.”

Now you leaned back in your chair, folding your arms over your chest and pouting your lips in a mock pout.

“This is so awkward. I want to grow up quickly so I won't be treated like a child anymore! Oh, you know, I really like to draw! I don't think you'll tell me what you like, after all, it's just me talking now, but next time let me bring sketchbooks and pencils? I think you'll enjoy drawing too! It's really interesting."

One moment there is darkness, and the next there is this gentle voice and a warm feeling of presence. Other... people radiated only coldness and anger towards him, but this pure soul was strangely kind and welcoming. He had already felt it once, when that unpleasant and stern man was in front of him, but then she was far away. Now she was right in front of him. A girl. She told him her name, and even tried to start some kind of cute, even somewhat stupid, childish conversation with him. There was absolutely no point in talking to this girl, but for some reason her presence was strangely comforting and almost pleasant. It was as if he was little again, at home. But now he knew that he did not have that warm, old home. Not after the voice in his head told him to kill his dirty sister, no. And yet now he wanted the presence of this girl, although he himself did not know why.

You have become a frequent visitor to this psychiatric hospital. You usually visited Michael once or twice a week, and Loomis very soon noticed the results. The boy really opened up to you. Even if it really couldn’t be seen with a simple glance, Samuel, as a psychiatrist, had long noticed the difference: the way Michael’s head tilted when he listened with interest to your stories, or the way he gave you certain unambiguous answers in his own way. It seemed that the two of you had your own language, understandable only to you two. Michael even smiled next to you (although it could hardly be called a smile, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly nervously when he saw you, although it only happened for a split second). For Loomis, this was indeed a definite discovery. The man noticed how the boy sat on his bed for a long time, waiting for you, and seemed to be calculating the time and day. The hospital did not tell him today’s date, because there was no particular need for this, but Michael independently realized that you usually come on Tuesday or Wednesday and always Friday. Surprisingly, his cold heart opened up to you.

At first, this really encouraged Loomis, because perhaps his patient was beginning to recover. But after two or three months he realized that he was mistaken. Michael's personality development only happened in exceptional moments when you were around. The rest of the time, he did not react in any way to the requests or words of the staff and doctors. Michael has become attached to you. No, rather, to some extent he became obsessed with you. Loomis saw that deadly metallic glint in Michael's dark eyes as the man walked back into the room, saying your time is up. Michael’s childish fists almost twitched, as if an obsessive desire to hurt the doctor arose in his mind, if only you would remain nearby.

As the years passed, the doctor realized that getting you into Myers' "treatment" was a bad idea. Now you are ten years old, and Loomis has reduced your meetings to twice a month. He noticed how this affected the boy.

Now Michael absolutely refused to make contact with any of the doctors, spending all his free time in his room, staring blankly at the ceiling. His wall near the bed was covered with your drawings, and on a small table in the corner of the room lay a half-empty pack of pencils and a new album. You brought it during your last visit, saying that you would draw it next time. Five weeks have passed since that time, and Michael still hasn’t dared to touch the ill-fated album. The cover with the cats was already fairly covered with dust, and the pencils were covered in red and black. Michael obediently waited for the next time, knowing that you would not deceive. It is so? You always came back, no matter how badly he behaved with doctors, right? He will wait as long as necessary, like a little faithful puppy.

The guy stopped counting the days, and the world around him turned into endless darkness. All these brainless doctors and orderlies, whose souls are each blacker than the other. Vile, dirty people with no compassion. He missed his little flower. A pure, cheerful creature who brings colors into his life, and with them light. Her soul was the only source of light in this endless dark pit. Why was it taken from him? They took away his source of warmth and light, his little sun. She will be back. She'll definitely be back. She's different. He knows.

---

It was an ordinary cloudy day at the Illinois State Mental Hospital. The sky was covered with a dense layer of gray clouds, threatening to burst into torrential rain, and fog covered everything around. The evening swayed the trees with thin tables with unprecedented force, carrying already fairly yellowed leaves for miles around in a simple dance.

You sighed nervously, looking at the fading nature outside the window. Finally, you turned your head in the direction of your father, who was enthusiastically giving you another lecture of instructions, completely not noticing that you were absolutely not interested in it.

"..dad. I’ve read his personal file three times already, I understand everything, okay?”

The man frowned, but exhaled in defeat, folding his hands behind his back. Even when he relaxed his face, a few wrinkles on his face remained, clearly indicating the man's age and the stress of his job.

“I know, I’m just worried about you.Are you sure you want to practice medicine with this particular patient? You know, there are several dozen more patients in your specialty, and less dangerous ones..."

“Dad,” you interrupt him with a frown, “You and I have already discussed this several times, haven’t we? Don't worry. After all, he is your patient, I know you will intervene if something goes wrong.”

Finally the man gave in. He nodded in agreement and briefly hugged you, patting you on the head like when you were a child. A short “ok” left his lips, and together you headed towards the ill-fated office.

The sound of a door opening. Michael didn't bother to turn his head towards the entering doctor. The guy knew that now again the meaningless dialogues on the part of the doctor and even more meaningless taking of pills would begin. He was healthy, the guy was sure of it. He had long ago become accustomed to the emptiness in his chest that had become painfully familiar to him and the noise of endless thoughts in his mind. And he didn't want to change that. It was as if, over such a long period of time, this state had become like a protective cocoon for him.

The room was filled with an unobtrusive sweetish aroma of some fruity perfume, from which Michael could barely restrain himself from wrinkled his nose. The heavy silence in the room was interrupted only by the steady tapping of women's heels. It had been a long time since he had been visited by a female doctor, something new.

"Hello, Michael."

These few words made the guy's heart clench unpleasantly. He stared in front of him, now fully feeling that long-forgotten feeling of warmth and light presence. That bright figure of white light appeared before my eyes again, like the purest angel on earth. A short sigh escaped from his chest, and his lips almost reflexively bent into a pitiful semblance of a smile. Still, he was really glad to see her. He knew she would return. He knew, even if that pathetic old man and his employees told Michael otherwise. He knew you were different.

"It's been a long time... I'm really sorry."

He remained silent, instead absorbing her every new word like a sponge thrown into the sea. Now he didn't care that she left, because she came back. The guy tried to remember everything: the aroma of her perfume, which now seemed so painfully sweet and pleasant, driving his entire pulsating mind crazy; the sound of her angelic voice is like a gentle cradle, lulling him in her tender embrace. He tried to remember everything. Now her fragile image filled his entire mind. He wanted to touch, touch, feel, show that she was his. Over the many years of being here, he realized that she was his, and he had to prove it to everyone. His light, his delicate flower, his sun.The guy was ready to fulfill all her instructions and requests, if only she would stay with him as long as possible. Stayed forever.

Now the girl came to him every day, and Michael could not imagine anything better. It was as if all his dreams had come true.

She was his personal nurse.

In the mornings she sometimes combed his hair. Usually it stuck out and was very messy and dirty, but now his curly hair looked clean and soft.

She brought him food, and sometimes Michael deliberately chose to pretend to be a brainless vegetable, if only she would feed him herself, gently bringing the spoon to his bitten lips.

Michael could have sworn that there was actually excitement and tenderness in her actions, as if she was worried and genuinely cared about him. And just thinking about it made his soul warm. Now he heard her voice every day, felt her gentle touches, felt her trepidation and care. But this was not enough. He wanted more. Michael felt a strange burning sensation when she talked to other people in the hospital, especially men. He began to feel an unpleasant itch, and images were scrolling through his head of how he could kill this vile guard and then pull her into his protective arms. Michael wanted her hands on his neck or in his hair, and his hands on her soft hips. He wanted her for himself and no one else.

---

That morning you came again to give Michael pills. You were the only one Michael allowed to give him his medicine. He would even drink poison from your hands. The main condition was that there should be no security either inside or outside.

You moved closer, gently lifting Michael's chin with your gentle fingers. He wrapped his arms around your hips, looking up at you, and obediently opened his mouth. You placed the colored tablet on his tongue, to which he quickly swallowed it, without water. The man’s hands gently roamed over your soft flesh, pressing you as close to him as possible. You gently massaged his tangled hair, lightly scratching his itchy skin from constant thoughts.

“Michael..” his name sounds like the sweetest honey on your tongue, the man is ready to listen to this for an eternity, “I’m sorry, but today is the last day of my practice.”

Michael raised his eyebrows slightly, snuggling into your gentle hand.He wanted you to explain what it was about and why you had such a sad expression on your face. The guy wanted answers, but you perfectly remembered your father’s request not to tell him about it. This could cause Michael to become aggressive. Still, you didn’t want to hurt him. So you just briefly hugged him by his strong shoulders and briefly kissed his forehead.

The next day you didn't come.

And every other day too.

Did he do something wrong? The evil doctors did not allow you to come to him again? Michael had many questions, and yet, the answer for him was the arrogant smiling face of Dr. Loomis.

---

It was Halloween evening. You have already distributed all your candy to the children in colorful costumes, who for a good few hours interrupted your peaceful existence with their constant knocking on the door. Now you were sitting relaxed on the sofa in the living room and watching your favorite horror movie, sipping sweet soda with pleasure. And so, at the next moment, when something terrible was about to happen in the film, you heard that ill-fated doorbell again. With an annoyed sigh, you stood up from the couch, setting the soda on the table, and headed towards the door. To your surprise, there was no one on the street. But as soon as you closed the door, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist. You tried to escape, hitting the stranger in the stomach with your elbows, to which you only received a muffled grunt. A strange metallic smell filled my nose. You turned around, feeling your heart beating wildly in fear in your chest. Your eyes met the emotionless eye-shaped cutouts on the latex mask. Is this some kind of joke? You wanted to scream, but were interrupted by the sharp sensation of someone else's lips on your neck. How did he manage to roll up the edge of his mask so quickly? You bit your lower lip in fear, pulling off the unfortunate mask with one sharp movement. Now a pair of sad dark eyes are staring at you.

“Michael?.. How you.. why are you here?”

The man just muttered something unintelligible, rubbing his nose against the skin of your neck.

Loomis worriedly dialed your phone number, putting the phone to his ear. His most dangerous and unstable patient has escaped. Possible options for his direction were his younger sister Laurie and... you.

“Y/N, baby, are you okay? I'm in the hospital now and Myers has escaped! If he headed towards you and something happened to you, I don’t know what I’ll do...” The doctor muttered nervously, wiping his own forehead, sweaty from stress, with his palm.

“No, it's okay, dad. I didn’t see him,” came the answer from the other side of the line. A steady, quiet snoring could be heard in the background.

Watching football with the lads at your house while you're seven months pregnant

You've got your back pressed against your husband's chest on the couch while his palm rests flat on your very swollen belly, mindlessly rubbing random shapes

His lips are pressed against your ear, occasionally asking if you're feeling ok as he slowly trails gentle kisses along your neck and shoulder

You raise your hand, your palm facing him for a high-five every time Man United scores

And your heart flutters with pure love and utter happiness as you share this beautiful moment together

im all giddy and giggly at the thought of simon showing his love for his wife in front of everyone🥹😭💗

"Queen"

Mafia!Modern!Neteyam Sully x f!Reader (Quaritch's daughter)

a/n: I really wanted it to be good. It's the first and not the last fic of mine with mafia au! Credits to @cafekitsune for dividers/gifs.

Beautiful pic on the right of adult Neteyam belongs to talented cinetrix

@criticallybella here you go sweetheart

Word count: 4k

Summary: life as a daughter of a police officer was never easy, but it seems like you were the target the whole time.

Warnings: dubcon (?), power imbalance, threats (not about death or injury), mentions of stalking, mentions of torture (not about Reader), oral (both receiving) fingering, virginity loss, size difference, tummy bulge, p in v, unprotected, breeding kink, choking

Sevin - pretty (one)

Tanhì - star

Life finally began to treat you well. After you were fired from your previous job because your manager did not know how to keep his hands to himself and the boss didn't believe you, you weren't sure how you would be able to move on, but you did. The job offer that you got was great and people there were really treating you well, unlike in your previous job. The company was rather prestigious, selling mostly sports cars. You had to learn about them before you began to work, but not everything was going smoothly and you actually felt complete. Selling cars maybe wasn't the job of your dreams but it was definitely a good start, and it was paying the bills.

“Miss Quaritch, the boss wants to see you,” Nora, a really nice secretary informed. During the four months that you worked here, Nora proved herself to be kind and helpful. You trusted her fully, that's why you believed when she said that the boss is a very busy man. You haven't seen him before, only his assistants.

“Boss? Did I do something?” For some reason, everyone in the company feared him. It would be quite normal, most employers think that they can gain respect through fear, but in this case, these people were really terrified.

“I don't think so, but you never know. Maybe he saw you and you caught his eye?” Nora moved her eyebrows suggesting something. You shook your head, giggling. Nora has been trying to set you up with someone for a date for weeks now.

“Looking at this company, he's either an old man or an arrogant young bastard,” you were assuming, but it was most likely for the boss to be one of these two. Nora just smiled not wanting to reveal too much.

“Top floor, Y/n” was all that she said. You sighed deeply stepping inside the elevator. You weren't ready to be fired. This job was too good… you began to think of what you could have done wrong. Surely, you made a couple of mistakes in the beginning, but it was normal. You were playing with your fingers nervously, what could he possibly want after four months? Maybe he was so busy he found time just now to meet you? The elevator reached the top floor, and it opened revealing the office. You looked around, everything here was so fancy… You didn't grow up in a rich family, so for you it was new and you were curious.

“Y/n Quaritch, it's good to finally meet you in person,” his voice reached your ears. You looked at him immediately, you knew who he was. You wanted to go back to the elevator but it was blocked… “Sit,” he demands calmly. You didn't want to, but maybe it was just a coincidence? You sat on the luxurious chair, which looked incredibly expensive, and it wasn't even that comfy. The boss got closer to you, he was tall, taller than anyone you have ever met.

“What do you want?” You asked harshly. You didn't want to take part in this game. Neteyam was towering over you, that alien man towered over almost everyone. He was wearing black pants, they were rather tight with an expensive belt and a black turtleneck. His presence was demanding respect, respect that you weren't going to give him so easily. You met him a few times, mostly when your father was trying to arrest him but somehow, it never worked out. Other times you were on the street or he came to your job. Neteyam was smirking, it was his usual smirk that was annoying you so much. He caressed your cheek softly, his fingers decorated with expensive rings. Beneath them he had tattoos. His hand was cold, a contrast to your warm body. You frowned, his touch wasn't welcomed.

“Your virginity… for your father’s debt, little dove,” Neteyam moved his hand away. His eyes scanned your face, taking every little detail of your expression. The way your eyes widened and lips parted slightly, he enjoyed surprising you. It was such a hard thing to do, to surprise Quaritch’s bratty princess, and yet… Neteyam succeeded. You snapped back to reality quickly, you weren't going to let him affect you like that.

“My father doesn't have debts.” Neteyam chuckled, enjoying your resistance. The way you were looking at him angrily, it did nothing but amuse him. A little human like you trying to scare someone powerful like him.

“He does. Every time he fucks with my and my family’s business we lose lots of money… and what is the most precious thing to him?” Neteyam made a dramatic pause. “You, princess. The best revenge would be getting my hands on you.”

“What made you think I would agree?” You stood up. You had enough of your father and the Sully family. You weren't going to be a part of this game. 

“I don't think I gave you a choice, little dove,” he cornered you, your lower back pressed against his desk. “If you don't. I will fire you and make your life a living hell….but if you do let me, then I promise I won't harm you or your family,” that damn smirk. You wanted to rip it off his face. Why has Neteyam always had to win? Why was he always one step ahead?

“I will scream for help,” you warned. It was a huge company with many workers, someone would hear for sure.

“My office is soundproof. I like to keep my things private,” his fingers tracing along your collarbone. Your breath hitched, feeling the weird electricity between your bodies. He was your enemy and he was standing too damn close.

“You wouldn't dare to do something to my father,” you looked up into his eyes. You, ever defiant Y/n intrigued Neteyam Sully himself. Neteyam considered you as a weakness, he never cared about women so much. He had flings for sure, with his looks? But there was something about you… he couldn't put his finger on it. Neteyam leaned closer, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I can turn him into an angel… cut his chest open and take out the ribs,” Neteyam whispered into your ear, brushing his teeth against the earlobe teasingly. Despite his cruel words, your breath grew heavier, he knew your sensitive spots. You needed to stop, you couldn't yield to that arrogant fucker. You didn't think much, before slapping him. Neteyam leaned back a little, clearly amused by your behavior. He licked his lips and as much as you hated to admit, it was a pretty sight. Neteyam was looking at you for a moment… you were beautiful, he just wished you weren't such a brat, but all humans are… Neteyam massaged his cheek gently. “Ouch,” he pouted. Neteyam was mocking you, your human hand couldn't cause him pain.

“Your family is a bunch of criminals. I won't let you-” Neteyam showed you a tablet, someone was spying on your father, walking behind him without him knowing. 

“Just one call and my man can get rid of him. Are you sure you are in a position to refuse?” Neteyam chuckled, seeing your expression. You didn't know what to do… you loved your father more than life itself.

“I will do it,” it felt bad. You wanted to do it with someone who cared about you, not with some mafia future boss to get rid of imaginary debt. 

“Undress for me, sevin. I want to see the pretty little body of yours,” Neteyam was watching you like a predator when you undressed. You were doing it slowly, your hands were shaking a bit.

“Just one time, right? And then you will leave me and my family alone?” You

“I will treat you like the Queen that you are,” he took a pillow from the couch and put it on the floor. “Kneel on it, I wouldn't want your knees to get hurt.” You looked down unsure, you didn't know how to Quetouch a man, did he expect you to be good? You felt so… vulnerable. No one has seen you naked before. You got on your knees, looking at him with hatred and fear. Neteyam was amused, he knew he was breaking your pride and he was taking pleasure in it, to see you submitting to him. It was all for something greater.  

“No one will know about this, right?” You bit your bottom lip, taking deep breaths.    

“Of course, no need to get nervous, sevin. I told you that I would treat you like a queen,” he caressed your cheek before unbuckling his belt. His moves were so smooth that he took the belt with one hand. Neteyam put it on the table before taking care of his turtleneck and pants, revealing the gorgeous tattoo on the side of his neck. His body was shaped by the god himself… perfect lines, muscles, the pretty shiny skin. His clothes were made by a tailor, probably he had a private one or maybe two? Neteyam could afford it, and no one was making clothes THAT big. “Do you like what you see?” Neteyam got rid of his boxers and your lips parted. You have never seen something like this. His cock was standing proudly, pressed against his muscled abdomen. It was bigger than anything you have seen before, he was pretty thick, and the veins defined. 

“It's nothing special,” you shrugged, but he could see how your eyes sparkled. Neteyam approached his gaze not leaving you even for a minute. 

“We will see. Wrap your fingers around it, firmly but gently.” You did as he said before slowly stroking him. Neteyam let out a sound of approval. “You won't take all of it tonight, but I'm sure half of it will fit. You are such a brave woman, aren't you? Try sucking on the tip.” You didn't know why you were so nervous, it's not like you wanted to impress him. Maybe a little… your hand stayed wrapped around the base of his cock as you began to suck on his tip. The salty taste of precum lingered on your tongue. Neteyam groaned, it was only the tip and yet it felt so good. “Good, learning to handle your duties quickly. Slowly take more of it into your mouth. Stroke what you can't fit.” You focused on the job, slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth, sucking and twirling your tongue around the length. Neteyam was letting out little grunts and groans, he didn't expect you to get it so fast. His hands on the back of your head, helping you to move. You were ashamed, you could only fit a half of him and you were already gagging once in a while. “Keep your mouth open for me, alright? Breathe through your nose, I need to fuck this gorgeous bratty lips,” his grip on your hair tightened. You kept your mouth open as he began to thrust in and out, getting slightly deeper than you were taking him before. At first, Neteyam was taking it slowly, but as time passed he became rougher, increasing the pace. You were gagging, your eyes watering, but he liked that sight. He liked that sight of Quaritch’s little princess on her knees, taking his cock. As much as you hated him, it felt good… Neteyam’s cock fucking your mouth felt good. “Good girl, you’re doing such a great job, tanhì. Taking my dick so well, such a pretty girl. You are doing so great, baby. Are you going to make me cum? Yes, you are going to make me cum… and swallow every fucking drop,” he hissed the last part of the sentence. The tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. Neteyam groaned as his body became stiff, his cum pouring into your mouth. The salty taste on your tongue, there was so much of it… you felt like you were going to drown. You spat his cum out, it was too much. It dripped down your chin, to your breasts. “Come on, didn't your father teach you to swallow? We don't spit, my queen, we swallow,” Neteyam was clearly displeased. “If you weren't a virgin I would fuck you now senseless, so you would beg for me to stop. I'm going to do it anyway but luckily for you, I really need to prepare you for my cock, my queen,” he picked you up easily and laid down on his desk. It was huge, like everything in this office. Neteyam spread your legs, immediately leaning down, you weren't sure what he was going to do.

“What are you going to do-” you gasped, feeling something wet against your slit. Neteyam licked a stripe from your slit to your clit, repeating it multiple times before sucking on your clit.

“Seems like sucking my cock got you a little wet, sevin. Born to be a slut? You seem to like to get your mouth used. Will it be the same with your pussy?” he teased, before sucking on your clit. You were tense, but you couldn't deny the pleasure you were feeling at this moment. The way his tongue was dragging up and down your clit…his finger sliding inside of you. It felt weird and new. You masturbated before but your fingers were no match to his. His fingers were much bigger and longer. “So fucking tight. I can't wait to feel those walls wrapped around my cock, my queen,” Neteyam moans against your clit. As he worked you open enough, he pushed another finger in, filling up you even more. Your hands were pulling on his braids, you couldn't help it. You hated him, you hated the situation you found yourself in, you hated that he degraded you… but you didn't hate the way he was touching you. The tension building up in your stomach, you knew that feeling… but now, it was much stronger. Your spine curving against the desk, it was surprisingly comfortable. “Cum for me, sevin. Cum for me so I can fuck you properly, like the Queen that you are,” his voice was sending vibrations against your clit and you lost it. You closed your eyes, the orgasm was overwhelming, your thighs trembling. You wanted to sit up, but Neteyam stopped you. 

“What is it?” Was he really going to take your virginity? Neteyam placed himself between your thighs, his tip pressed against your entrance, but he didn't move yet.

“Relax, tanhì. I promise to be gentle, alright? You can hold my hand,” the very same hands were killing people every single day. The very same hands tortured many people, but for you, the scary mafia man forced himself to be gentle. You were his weakness, but he wasn't going to admit it yet. You were too prideful, you didn't grab his hand. It's not like you have chosen to fuck him, he was the one who made you agree. “Alright, as you wish, sevin,” Neteyam pushed inside slowly. You whined in pain, that stretch hurt. It felt weird, like an intruder, your fingers immediately intertwined with his, and you focused on the feeling of his rings, playing with them. Neteyam chuckled seeing how quickly you changed your mind. “Such a tight pussy. I knew you would be perfect. Yes… I knew, I fucking knew,” he continued to push inside until he bottomed out. He caressed your hand with his thumb, trying to soothe you as he noticed the tears in your eyes.

“That hurts,” you whisper. Neteyam nods slowly, he knew you being a virgin was making it very different. 

“I know, I know,” he wiped your tears gently, admiring how soft your skin was. “I won't move, alright? I will wait,” he traced his hand down, to your stomach, where the bulge was. Neteyam traced his fingers on the outlines of his cock, it felt quite pleasant.

“Okay, alright,” you were taking deep breaths. Despite him being such an asshole, you were grateful that he didn't rush it. You didn't know how much time passed, he was slowly caressing your body, but you looked into his eyes unsure. “You can move. I think I can handle it,” you bit your lip. Neteyam nodded before moving out of you to push inside again. The pain was still there but you were getting used to it as his moves became rhythmical. Neteyam was watching your expressions all the time. Maybe he was a monster but he would never hurt a woman like that… not you. Neteyam was playing with your sensitive breasts, squeezing and massaging. Soon enough, the pain was turned into pleasure, and the office was filled up with your sweet moans. You couldn't believe how deep he was, you could are almost every single vein of his cock on your stomach. Your fingers gripping the desk desperately. Neteyam was getting rougher, losing himself in the feeling of your tight cunt clenching around his monstrous cock. He was sucking and kissing on your neck, leaving marks. You were going to be his.

“Yes, oh fuck. See how good you’re taking me? How your pussy is wrapped around my cock? Can you see me in your stomach? Can you?” Neteyam groans, pounding into you faster. He was like an animal. “I'm going to breed this pretty pussy, make it mine,” his hands moved to your keeps, using them as leverage. 

“F-fuck you, it's the one time. I'm here on accident,” you whimper. The feeling of his cock rearranging your guts was overwhelming. You couldn't help the moans leaving your lips. He was a fucking asshole but his dick was fucking you so good… Neteyam smirked, you were fucked dumb, it was time to te you the truth. Neteyam wrapped his hand around your throat, his tattoos looked so beautiful. You began to wonder about their meaning… but only for a minute, his cock not only knocked out the air out of your lungs, but also, thoughts out of your head.

“You’re here because I made it so, little dove. Wasn't it weird to you? The way you got your job,” Neteyam was moving his cock even faster in and out of you, enjoying every little moan coming out of your lips. The way your walls were squeezing him tightly like you wanted him to remain inside forever. “You are here because I made it so. I saw such a pretty little thing three years ago… I decided to observe it, everywhere…” his grip on your neck tightened. Neteyam chuckled, pushing his cock deeper. “And I decided that I wanted it, so I got my men to bring you here somehow. Offering you a nice job with a nice salary. You were so easy to convince… and I thought that you would be smarter after being such a brat. I couldn't hire you to one of the companies with my family’s name, you would figure it out too soon. Now you’re my private slut, little dove. I wanted you, so I took you. I didn't want someone to take care of you. Those men interested in you? I paid some of them to stop talking to you… others… I had to get rid of them. That's how it works, I have all of the power,” Neteyam grunts, his thrusts becoming rougher. Your head was empty, you couldn't even focus on what he was saying. Neteyam admitted to stalking you and getting rid of potential partners, and you did not even care. All you cared about was his cock inside of you. Your fingers gripping the desk tightly. “My little pretty wife. All mine to use and abuse… and you will love it, won't you? You will be my queen around others… and my little private whore in private. It's what you’re good for, isn't it? Your pussy was always meant to be mine, to be filled up by my cum. Your tight walls perfectly molded to the shape of my cock. The pain was now a forgotten memory, you were melting in his arms. Your body was so hot that you felt like you were burning. His other hand moved to your clit, he knew it was sensitive so he was rubbing against it gently. Your eyes rolled back, body arching, legs trembling. You began to feel the effect of his hand around your neck, but you were also getting closer. “You were meant to be mine, that's why you kept your innocence so long. That worry, your husband is here to claim you, tanhì. Your husband is here to breed you, to pump you full of cum. My little mafia queen,” his balls felt like they were about to explode. Neteyam began to hit your G-spot and you couldn't hold yourself anymore.

“Please, harder. Please, Nete,” you moaned, and he had never heard something so beautiful. You, saying his name like that… if it was someone else, he would have killed them, but you? You had privileges, as his wife… his queen. 

“Do you want me to breed you? Perhaps it would result in a child. Dump my load inside your tight pussy. Is that what Quaritch’s innocent daughter wants? To have the big scary mafia boss fuck her full of his evil seed? Your pussy feels so good around my cock. It begs me to cum inside, I will. I will breed this tight cunt,” Neteyam was close to whimpering. He loosened the grip on your throat, just to let you breathe and talk.

“Yes, please. Pump me full of your cum, please I just want to come. Can I?” Your whimpers were so pleasant… 

“Do it then. Come on my cock, show me just how much you love this. Me fucking you full, stretching you out on this dick,” his expression was smug. He tightened the grip around your neck again. Normally, you would have said something back, but you were falling apart. Your body almost shaking, as you came undone. “Oh, fuck. You clenched so much. I can't hold back anymore, my queen. I'm going to breed you, breed this fucking pretty pussy,” he moans. Neteyam squeezed your neck tightly as he pushed deep inside of you, his balls meeting your asshole as he came inside of you. It was new, like everything you did today… but it was so pleasant and warm. It felt so right and wrong at the same time. Neteyam let go of your neck, leaning down, your foreheads pressed together. You closed your eyes, your body was covered in sweat but you didn't mind it now. You were catching up your breath. Neteyam pulled out and picked you up, he moved you on the huge couch and lay beside you. His cold hand caresses your hair, brushing it off your face. You let yourself catch your breath, you were pretty sure you wouldn't be able to walk. Your body hurt, and neck? Covered in marks.

“Gods,” you groaned. It was so wrong and you were so… you gave up so easily.

“What is it?“ Neteyam looked at you with curiosity. Now, he let himself to be soft but as soon as you were going to be out of sight, he would go back to his cold demeanor. It's the way of being the boss.

“You called me a queen. A queen of what?” Your eyes were closed. You were exhausted and conflincted. You weren't sure why did you submit so easily, why did you enjoy it? He was a fucking creep and a stalker, not to mention he was in the mafia.

“Because you conquered,” his voice was a little raspy.

“Conquered what?” You opened your eyes, confused. Was he high? It wouldn't surprise you, he had money and contacts.

“My soul. You’re the queen of my soul, I love you,” Neteyam smirked, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Cheesy,” you rolled your eyes. How could someone like that be a mafia boss?

“But you love it,” Neteyam chuckled, massaging your shoulders. You were his, and he wasn't going to let anyone take you away from him. “You are mine, sweetheart. I'm never going to let you go. Mine,” his expression became stern once his phone called. It's going to be interesting.

Bucky's baby girl who loves his metal arm.

She runs hot just like her daddy, the serum also coursing through her keeping her extra warm. She's all fussy until Bucky cradles her in his left arm and the content sigh she lets out feeling his cool metal against her warm, chubby cheek is unmatched.

It's also perfect when she starts teething. No other toys do it like daddy's thumb. She's happily tucked in the crook of his arm, two tiny hands holding onto his much larger one so she can get a proper grip and chew on his fingers. The coldness soothes her gums.

Bucky's babygirl who only falls asleep when he holds her. It's not that she doesn't fall asleep with her mommy, but she's clearly picked up this habit directly from you. Her daddy's chest is her favourite place to be and you can't complain because you feel the exact same way. There's nothing cuter than her little gummy smile while sleeping contently on daddy's chest, his metal fingers rubbing her back in soothing circles. She practically gets lost in him when he holds her, such a tiny bundle wrapped up around metal and muscle. Of course he gives you the exact same treatment after she's around asleep in her crib and you're also softly snoring moments later.

(Just a rogue thought but imagine Bucky doesn't get the playful pout you make whenever his daughter whines to cuddle up with him, taking away from his snuggle time from you. He so very clearly has time for you both. Then you have a son. The places have been switched as he watches his babyboy coo and giggle in your arms between nursing and Bucky isn't jealous of his own son but he 100% ready for his turn to be in your lap with your boobs in his face. When his son only sleeps on mommy's warm chest with all the skin to skin contact, he's side eyeing you with his shirt off, ready for cuddles immediately after. He's a menace and it's the cutest thing)