Don't Make Me Wait
Don't Make Me Wait
Summary: You thought it was a great idea. Holding out on your beefy biker fiancé until the wedding night. What could possibly go wrong with that plan?

Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Minors, DNI, Semi-public sex, teasing, Michelle, fingering 18+
A/N: Based on a cute ask. Bit of a time jump (will write the proposal, first dates etc soon).
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Bucky has no idea how you manage to bring this side out of him. Your power is unmatched and he wouldnât change a single thing about you. Nothing you can do can make him change his mind.
Well, one thing.
âWhy?â His deep voice bordering on whining. Unashamedly so. Fuck if he cares how he sounds right now. He has more important things on his mind. Like why youâre trying to deny him his pussy. She needs him.
Bucky is more excited about the wedding than you are, he only has a few requests, mostly some biker traditions that he wants to be integrated into the ceremony. Heâs keeping one a secret and every time you ask about it, he distracts you.
He will, however, discuss other things.
His favorite is the honeymoon, youâre letting him plan that part all on his own, knowing you were going to enjoy whatever he had in store for you. In fact, the honeymoon is the reason you called him into the living room this morning. The second you said the words âwedding nightâ he was beaming ready to demonstrate all the positions he was going to put you into.
Until he heard you say you wanted to wait until the wedding night to have sex. You watched him visibly deflate, all six feet of him, sinking into the couch the more you talked. Or as he would tell it, the more you hurt him.
Buckyâs been staring at you for the past fifteen minutes. His large body slumped over, sorrowful blue eyes peering up at you. His pink bottom lip poking out just enough to make you feel like you kicked a puppy.
And in a way you have.
It seemed like a good idea when you were mulling it over. After all, absence makes the heart grow fonder and if youâre being honest with yourself, the thought of a deprived Bucky on your wedding night has your head spinning. And each time you picture him barging into the honeymoon suite you get so wet you have to change your panties.
God if heâs an animal after three days, heâs going to be an absolute beast after a month. You might not even make it to the suite, heâs probably going to drag you into the first empty room he finds, bend you over a desk and push your wedding dress up, his large hands ripping your panties as he growls your nam-
âWhy gorgeous, why?â He repeats sliding down to the floor, six feet of tatted solid muscles inching between your legs. Those hands you were just daydreaming about inching up your bare thighs settling them over his broad shoulder, rough thumbs massaging deep circles over the bruises he made last night. âGive me one good reason.â
Itâs hard to remember why when he brushes his thick beard over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh his wet, warm tongue lathing the burn left behind you. He curls it deliberately before licking up your other thigh, moaning softly as he tastes you.
Bucky always says youâre the best meal heâs ever had.
You clutch the cushions in your fists trying to tamper down the whimper climbing out of your throat. You can not let this man distract you. Digging your foot into his back, you push yourself away. Holding onto the arm of the couch like a lifeline, averting your eyes when he flashes a knowing grin up at you.
âItâs not like you can hold out on me either.â He teases following you as you retreat, his smoky cedar cologne drifting off him, you close your eyes holding your breath. No one should smell this sexy.
You can not let him distract you.
âBucky stop.â You order, biting back a grin when he instantly obeys, grumbling under his breath.
He leans back on the coffee table, his hands twitching on his knees as he has to hold himself back from touching you. His boxers revealing his thick thighs when he bounces his leg.
Crossing your legs, you pull your shirt down to hide how wet your panties are. He sees a flash of them and rubs his hand down his face and over his neck, groaning, deep and low, making his dog tags rattle over his chest. Last night those dog tags were dangling in your face with his hand around- You have to hold in another whimper, a deep ache blooming in your core.
Donât let him distract you.
Dropping your head back on the soft cushion, you take a calming breath and silently tell your pussy to behave.. âBucky, I think itâs going to be good for the both of us,â you start, giggling softly at his affronted grunt. âAnd I think we both need a little lesson on self-control. Remember how you got me arrested?â
Bucky runs a hand through his hair, spluttering out, âOne time. One time and I bailed you out. And I told you to run.â
You glare at him pointedly, he stares back mouthing âTold. You. To. Run.â
Buckyâs face softens as he recalls his homecoming. âAnd you rode me like a fucking goddess.â He sounds so proud, his eyes brightening as he grins at you. âYou have no idea how many times I think about that day baby. That was the best welcome home gift Iâve ever gotten.â
You glance away, cheeks burning. Not wanting to encourage him you hide your smile with the back of your hand.
âBucky focus, Iâm serious. No sex until the wedding night.â You emphasize, scooting even further back, wagging your finger at him. âAnd I mean it when I say night. Wedding night, so no trying to sneak into my dressing room before the ceremony either.â
He falls silent, narrowing his darkening eyes at you. Tension thickening the air as he breathes heavily through his nose. Youâre preparing your next arguments when he smiles at you, a deceptively soft twist of his lips that has you sitting up straight. Nerves on edge, skin prickling when he chuckles.
âOkay.â He shrugs, holding his large hands up in surrender. âWhatever you want.â
You open and close your mouth a few times. You were expecting at least an hour more of begging. He practically latched on to your leg when you left him for Marcie's house a few months back and that was before he became insatiable.
âOkay.â you slowly repeat back. This is not good, you're very suspicious of the sly glint in his eyes.
His smile widens and he scrunches his nose playfully. âOkay gorgeous.â His calm, even tone has your lips pursing.
Bucky stands up, stretching his arms above his head, his hard cock straining through his thin black briefs, the outline of the swollen head right in front of your face. He twists his back, pivoting his hips forward until his large bulge is almost touching your face.
You know what he's doing, you expected nothing less but you can't help the way your mouth waters as you envision the vein running under the shaft, the slight curve leading to tip and your clit thrums.
âLetâs see how long you last.â
He saunters away, cracking his neck as he rolls his shoulders. A deep exaggerated grunt from him has you wanting to run after him.
You bite your lip, chewing it between your teeth watching his muscles shift across his back. Bucky glances over his shoulder and your thighs clench when he winks. Heâs not going to make this easy on you.
You stand up, your panties clinging to your throbbing pussy. Looking down, you hiss, âstop taking his side, traitor.â
âDonât talk to her like thatâ he shouts from the hallway.
Aggravated about how he managed to turn your conversation around on you, you retort. "This is my pussy, Bucky, and regardless of what you think it doesn't belong to you."
He storms back in so swiftly, his large body overtaking the space that you startle taking a step back. "What did you say?"
You shrug, looking everywhere but him. "UhâŠ"
Bucky stomps over to you until heâs toe to toe with you, his bare tattooed chest heaving. "Say it again."
You glance up at his enraged face, part of you is aware that he's used the same look to intimidate men twice your size. All you know is that heâs even sexier when heâs angry.
"You don't scare me, Bucky." You giggle into his chest.
"Wish I did, maybe I could be getting some right now." He mumbles.
"What?"
He flicks the end of your nose, grumbling a gruff "you heard me", and walks back out the room.

The rest of the day Bucky was on his best behavior. You were on edge the entire time, waiting for him to do something. You kept glancing over your shoulder anticipating him grabbing you or grinding against you. Anything. He knows it, his smug grin whenever he passes you in the hallway is grating.
On top of everything, it's Saturday.
He has a routine that began with taking you for a ride around the city, just you, him, and the open road. Afterward, you spend the rest of the night on the couch watching movies, he likes to lay between your thighs, his head on your belly while you feed him popcorn.
Inevitably his tongue ends up circling your clit usually before the 15-minute mark.
It took a month for you to finish John Wick and you canât remember half of it.
Tonight he queued up the movie, arranging you on the couch the way he always does. He was wearing nothing but another pair of boxers and his dog tags. And damn it if you werenât soaked again. Now you weren't trying to tease him but your thin shirt bunched up when you laid down revealing your drenched panties.
Bucky went still above you, his hand flexing on your thigh as his pupils slowly dilated. His adamâs apple bounced twice and his eyes glazed over until you said his name. He blinks rapidly, his face clearing, and settles down without a word.
An emotion twists in your chest, disappointment? No, you wanted this, itâs only been one day.
One day, you repeat when his beard grazes your skin with each breath. Your hand quivers as you picked up the first handful of popcorn. He glances at it before opening his mouth, the tip of his tongue flickering over your palm after he takes it.
Bucky has to focus on the screen, acting as if heâs not agony, so hard because of you, doing his best to not rut into the couch like a damn teenager. He can feel the heat radiating off you. Every time he moves you throb and he can feel that too. All he wants is to sink his tongue into your warmth instead he nuzzles into your soft belly and stares at the tv.
You were so caught in your own arousal you donât notice how tense Bucky is, too busy focused on trying not to rub against him, that annoying ache spreading through you. How did he have you so trained to crave his touch? You can practically feel his tongue gliding through your folds.
What did this man do to you?

The next morning you wake up to him, hard and hot against your back. His hand dragging up your hip, rolling you over, without opening his eyes, his lips find yours. No matter how dark the room is, he can always find your mouth.
He peppers featherlight kisses over your face between murmurs of good morning and love youâs on your skin. His love painted on your skin with each brush of his soft lips.
His hand cupping the back of your head to bring you in closer, he canât get enough of you so much so that he has to pull himself away, leaving you breathless and needy on the bed.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he rubs the back of his neck before standing up. His gait is unsteady, his cock stiff and heavy as he heads to the bathroom.
âIâm going to take a quick shower and Iâll make you breakfast.â
You laid there expecting to hear him jerking off, disappointed when only the sounds of running water came through the partially open door. He merely smiles when he strolls out, naked and water dripping down his chiseled chest, his cock just as hard as when he left you. He faces you while he towels himself off as you pretend not to watch.
âYou want some sausage this morning, gorgeous?â He teased, throwing the damp towel on you.
His deep amused laughter fills the room when you petulantly shake your head. Youâre actually
considering a cold shower, violently kicking the covers off of you as you climb out of bed. His laugh gets louder after you slam the door shut.
The next week was pure torture. Bucky suddenly forgot how to put on a shirt, you would come home to him working on his classic car. His tattooed chest sweaty and flushed, a smudge of grease over the vein that leads right to his cock, overalls low on his hips, the straps dangling at his sides.
No man has the right to look that damn good.
He was always a cuddler but now he couldnât stop hugging you and touching you. Small caress of his ringed fingers along your arm as you ate dinner. He would wrap his arm around your stomach, pressing into your back in the middle of the grocery aisle to âhelp youâ reach the box of cereal on the top shelf. He started working out early in the morning so you awoke to the sounds of him grunting. Deep low grunts right beside your bed as he lifted weights, biceps bulging with each set.
You were ready to explode.
So you decided two can play that game.
He may know your weakness but you know all of his.
Bucky trudges into the house, ready to collapse on the sofa grateful that he can at least hold you. He really wants you to give in, he canât lie your restraint is impressive. He thought he had you two days ago when he woke to you grinding on him in your sleep. So close.
Toeing his boots off, his head lifts when he smells dinner. He grins hearing pots clattering and you singing along to the music blasting throughout the lower level. Immediately heâs invigorated knowing youâre home with him.
Bucky walks to the kitchen, stopping short when he sees you. He has to hold onto the wall, his eyes widening. Fuck me. The sight of you in his favorite dress with an apron around your waist has him seeing double.
You grin smugly at the pan when he mutters another fuck gorgeous. âLike what you see?â You sass, stirring vigorously.
He does. He really does. Bucky raises a brow, tsking quietly. He knows exactly what youâre doing. Deny him his pussy and then try to tease him. Not today gorgeous
Bucky crosses the kitchen, pulling you into him. âI want to bend you over this counter and wreck your pussy. Give it to you rough and fast, make you feel every inch.â He whispers in your ear, his warm breath on your skin.
Your knees buckle when he bites your shoulder. âThink about how tight you are around me. You can barely take me, no matter how many times I stretch your pretty little pussy.â
He pushes his hips into yours, the edge of the counter digging into your stomach. âYou like when I fuck you hard, make you scream my name, donât you? Or do you want it nice and slow, on your back with your legs over my shoulders? I can take my time splitting you openâ
Yes yes, Bucky.
Heâs not done, his voice deepening in your ear. âYou can ride me and fuck me however you want, this cock is all yours baby.â He tilts his hips up and you can feel all of him.
âSuch a good girl,â He murmurs in your ear, his rough hands moving up and down your bare arms, his filthy praises and promises making you weak. âAnd good girls get my tongue, how about I wake you with my tongue buried in your sweet cunt? You want that?â You do, you want it so bad.
Bucky palms your pussy, his fingers grazing your panties. âYou wanna be good for me? You wanna cum for me gorgeous?â
You nod, moaning when he kisses your throat, promising to choke you, make you gag on his cock, make you remember who you belong to. Youâre ready to fall to your knees, wanting his thick, heavy cock in your mouth. Bucky continues whispering all the ways he can take you apart until youâre shamelessly grinding on him seconds away from begging him to take you.
Bucky steps back, tugging on your apron strings, leaving you wide-eyed and delirious, sinking to the floor. He steps over to the stove with a cocky smirk. Picking up the spoon, he scoops a bit of sauce out of the pan and slides it into his mouth. âWell, weâre just going to have to wait for the wedding night arenât we gorgeous?â

Loud boisterous laughter belts through your phone, you flinch moving it away from your ear. Should have known better than to tell Marcie.
âWait wait hold the fuck upâ Marcie laughs, almost in tears, âits only been a few days miss âIâm stronger than my urges and heâs just going to have to deal, miss how am I going to deal with him, he's going to be-â"
âI didnât say that Marcie!â you shout, tossing the phone down, you roll over and grab a pillow. Fuck itâs his and it smells good. You wrap your arms around inhaling his lingering scent.
More laughter. âGirl donât yell at me, I told you it was a dumb idea. I had money on him breaking though."
You lift your head, glaring at your overturned phone, âStop betting on our sex life.â
âStop having sex in public and I might.â Marcie retorts, âDonât be mad at me because you're horny.â
She pauses and you sneer knowing sheâs about to say something else.
âBet you wish were riding that dick right now.â She cackles.
You press your face deeper into the pillow and scream. Bucky listens to you outside the room, muttering yes to himself, softly thumping the wall with his fist. Just a little more pressure and he can have his pussy back.
âI wanted our wedding night to be special.â
Oh, he doesn't like how you sounded when you said that, you're disappointed and sad. Bucky drops his hand, pushing open the door. He has no problem teasing you but that stops the second he even thinks youâre upset. Bucky has to make you feel better. You feel the bed dip down and you gaze up at him. Buck picks up your phone and taps the screen cutting off Marcie.
âHey, gorgeous letâs go for a ride.â
The instant he veers off the highway, you know heâs going straight to the park, thereâs a little area off the main path thatâs special to the both of you. You had your second date there, itâs where he took you the night before he had to leave for his final tour, and itâs where he proposed.
Bucky helps you off the back of his bike, intertwining your fingers between his as guides you to the clearing. Stars dot the night sky, small chirps of crickets and dry leaves crunching under your pierce the fresh pine-scented air.
He never told you but you are the only one heâs ever brought here, before this was a place he kept to himself, his reprieve from the world. Then he met you and suddenly he no longer had the urge to run.
âYou know I knew I was going to marry you the second I saw you.â
âYou didnât.â You scoff, ducking your head.
Bucky sighs thoughtfully. âI did. You had on that red tank top the one with the hole in the bottom and a pair of shorts that-â he moans biting his lip, â--and you looked up at the tree in front of your porch and smiled, goddamn you have the prettiest smile Iâve ever seen.â
The trees clear out revealing a grass patchy of land overlooking the town. He turns to you and tilts your chin up with his thumb.âYeah, there it is.â
He places a soft kiss on your lips before continuing, âI had to meet you and I lucked out when you dropped your keys, shit I was nervous.â
You scoff again, raising your brows skeptically. âYou seemed awfully confident to me Bucky.â
âMy heart was racing, I felt like I was going a hundred miles an hour down the highway talking to you.â Bucky confesses, bringing you closer to him, kissing the crown of your head, âI knew I was going to have to go all out for you.â
He shrugs off his jacket. âAnd then you made me work for it, normally girls just throw panties at me,â he pretends to dodge invisible panties until you slap his stomach.
âHey donât damage your goods doll, this all yours remember.â He grins, his sapphire eyes roaming over your face as you laugh. Another memory heâs going to cherish, who knew every good thing in his life, every good moment would center around you?
âI love you.â Bucky cups your face, pressing his nose into yours, his minty breath washing over you. âGonna always love you even when you try to kill me.â He would let you, you have no idea but he would let you do anything you wanted to him.
He lays his jacket on the ground, kneeling beside it. Bucky reaches out his hand, waiting patiently as you pad toward him. He takes your hips and guides you down onto the soft smooth leather.
âNow I know I wasnât playing fair," He states unapologetically as he tucks you under his large warm body.
âNo shit yo-â
He cuts you off with a kiss, his wet tongue delving into your mouth. You grab the back of his head pulling him closer, your lips clashing together frantically. He deepens the kiss, breathing you in, pressing you further into the ground. A moan tumbles from your mouth and he swallows it, wanting more of you, knowing in his soul that heâll never get enough.
His lips devour you, so passionately and thoroughly you donât even need to breathe, moments passing as he takes more, slotting his hand under your head to bring you impossibly closer until he has to break away.
Resting his forehead on yours as he pants. You scrape your nails over his scalp, his warm heavy weight comforting you, you missed having him on top of you. Neither of you are able to speak, you donât have to, content to bask in your love for each other.
He rolls onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow. âTomorrow Iâm going to behave.â He promises, tracing your swollen lips with his knuckle. You roll your eyes, snorting into his Henley.
âIâm going to try to behave.â He retorts with an air of offense as if he didnât just spend a whole week tormenting you with his captivating body.
His head dips down for another kiss while his hand wanders down your belly to unsnap your jeans. âTonight, Iâm going to apologize and make it up to you,â he mutters against your lips. Oh yes, youâre ready to accept any apology heâs going to give you. You lift your hips, helping him push them over your thighs.
He takes his hand and slips it down your panties. His fingers dance over your aching clit and you cry out, sweet relief flooding your body.
âGood girl. Is that better?â he hums, dragging his hand through your folds, back around your clit, adding just the right amount of pressure that sends you keening off the ground.
Bucky guides two fingers into your tight wet heat, youâre so wet his thick long digits slip in. Youâre so full, being stretch so good, the only thing that would feel better right now is cock but fuck youâll take what heâs giving. âI want to be inside your pussy so fucking bad,â He swears through gritted teeth, his desperate growl in your ear makes you clamp down hard.
âIn four weeks, Iâm going to do unspeakable things to you gorgeous.â His eyes flit between your face and his fingers diving into your cunt. The soft sloshing making his hard cock leak in his jeans. The ride home is going to be rough but hearing your sweet moans is going to be worth every second.
He curls his fingers upwards, dragging them over your sweet spot. Bucky remembers the first time he found it, the way your legs trembled around his waist, your nails clawing down his back. He still has dreams about the way you cried when he hit it, so beautiful when you sing for him. he drops his head to your shoulder, watching your body tense and tremble as he tightens the coil until you can't think, can't move. You need to cum so bad, begging him with your eyes, unable to form any words.
Bucky knows what you need and you're going to get everything you want.
"Youâre not leaving our bed until I fucked you so thoroughly that youâre going to feel me inside of you for the rest of the honeymoon.â He vows, watching the moonlight reflect off your glistening body.
He moves his fingers faster and harder, the ruthless stretch as he scissors your silken wall has you sobbing his name, your voice echoing across the field louder as his thumb swipes over your bundle of nerves. Bucky groans, âI have it all planned out, first Iâm fucking you in the church, then the reception hall, the car ride to the airport, fuck we might not even make it to the plane.â
He whispers, deep and gravelly in your ear, every last filthy thing he's going to do and with you as he pushes you closer to the edge. Your hips greedily meeting each thrust into your fluttering cunt, pleasure overtaking your senses until you can only feel him touching you. â
So good, so good, fuck Bucky.â So far gone as he drives you higher, you donât realize youâre shouting until you shatter, cumming apart so hard your chant cuts off in a wordless scream, your back arched off the ground as your cunt desperately pulls his fingers back in.
His blue eyes never leave your face, taking in everything as you fall apart. He plans on making you scream like that every day as many times as he can.
âDamn youâre pretty when you cum like that.â Bucky laughs, waiting until you collapse on his jacket, gently removing his fingers. He sucks each one clean as you catch your breath.
âJust remember this was your idea.â Releasing the last one with a wet plop, he smiles down at you. âI hope youâre ready for me, gorgeous.â
He rests his head next to yours, whispering under his breath, âI canât till you're officially mineâ

Meanwhile
Michelle takes a sip of her tea, staring at your engagement photo with disdain, touching a besotted Bucky with her manicured nail. âHmm, sheâs cute I guess.â
She tosses it on the table next to the set of doilies. âThis is going to be easy. Give me a week or so.â
Mrs. Smith chortles, âYou were always my favorite.â
âI know. You said have a house key?â
Mrs. Smith slides it to her niece, âyeah found it in their grass.â
She taps the key against her porcelain cup, looking at Buckyâs face. âReal easy.â
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at first, you donât think much of it when you catch her eyes rake up and down rafeâs form. your vision is bleary due to everything in your system. a few drinks, one or two puffs of rafeâs jointâ the usual. maybe youâre seeing things. actually you must be seeing things; thereâs no way sheâs this fuckin' dumb to salivate over him right in front of you, as you cling to his side and press your glossed lips to his neck.
unbeknownst to you rafe follows your gaze, rolling his eyes when they land on the girl in question. he ducks his head so he can grumble in your ear, squeezing your hip through the material of your pretty party dress in the processâ âignore her, baby.â
âdo you know her?â youâre quick to ask.
rafeâs face twists up, âfuck no.â
âgood.â

everythingâs peachy as it should be until rafe gets up from your sideâ once heâs up, he leans back down and plants a sweet kiss to your lips. one that makes you grab at him for more, expecting him to pull you away with him to a more private room. instead he whispers against your lips, mimicking your poutâ âi gotta go get something, bunny.â
you nod obediently, but donât let go of his hand until you absolutely have to. âbe good,â he mouths to you.
and honestly, that was your plan. to be good. to wait for him like you were meant to. you donât remember getting up from your spot on the sofa, you donât remember stomping over to her in your brand new heels. but you do recall seeing her make a move, eyes glued to your boyfriend as he weaves through the crowded house, ready to follow after him.
there are a few voices surrounding you, calling for rafe âcameron, come get your girl.â that was mere moments before you felt his arms wrap around you, tugging you away while you continued to shout and nearly full on bark like some over territorial puppyâ âiâll kill you, bitch.â
of course you didnât mean it⊠well. a tiny part of you did.
you keep your arms folded against your chest. rafeâs jacket hangs off of your shoulders as you sit in the passenger seat of his truck. frowning so hard that your cheeks hurt. any kind of buzz or high youâve had has completely worn off, but sparks go off when your boyfriend grabs at your thigh with a big warm hand, reassuringly rubbing his palm over your skin. he clears his throat, huffing a laugh through his nose⊠âi meanâ all things considered, that was pretty hot.â
âshut up.â you grit through your teeth, drowning in embarrassment.
ânah,â rafe grins, âiâm serious, baby. youâre justâ just a little protective over your daddy, nothinâ wrong with that.â
you hang off of every word, happy to still have his approval after your stunt. yeah. heâs right. there truly is nothing wrong with that⊠and you intend to show him just how much youâre obsessed with him when you two get back to his place.
jealous slashers~!â§
With Michael, Brahms, Jason, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Thomas Sawyer, Sal Fisher, & Patrick Bateman
tags: gn!reader, jealousy, creepy men, unwanted attention/touching, uggestive and mature themes, gore/blood, violence, canon typical behavior, billy x reader x stu poly, rob zombie!mikey, I know Sal isn't exactly a slasher but he's my baby and needs to be included
Alexa, play Love to Die by the Slashstreet Boys

Michael
Rest in Peace to the poor, stupid man who thought it'd be a good idea to mess with the Shape's partner, and Michael had witnessed it all. How this man shoves you into an empty alleyway, the clatter of your groceries falling. The guy doesn't get much more than a few bruises and claw marks when Michael's knife slices through the back of the man's throat, protruding from the other end in a splash of blood. The Shape watches you wipe your bloody face off, not doing much but picking up three of your four fallen bags and tugging you into his side.
Brahms
Absolutely not. Brahms is fuckin' seething from his safe space sheltered behind the walls. Heavy breathing muffled by the porcelain mask, he watches with wild eyes as some idiot decides to break into the mansion whilst you were sleeping, and proceeds to hold you at knifepoint, effectively pinning you to the bed in what little nightclothes you wore. The unwanted guest and you are certainly going to know when Brahms is upset. There's banging on the walls coming from every direction that leaves the would-be burglar panicked and you slightly more comfortable.
"You're not allowed to be here," comes the eerily childlike voice Brahms has perfected. He crawls his way out from behind the large antique mirror. "I'll make sure you never come near them again." With a sudden slam, Brahms downs the intruder with a lead pipe repeatedly bashing the object until all that remains was brain matter and gooey blood. He drops the pipe with a huff and collects you into his arms, the cool porcelain biting onto the heat of your chest.
Jason
As the protector of the surrounding forest, Jason is always watching. He's omnipotent, he sees all. He seems to know where people are at all times and he can sense when you're in distress. Your shared cabin door left ajar sends his blood boiling and his heavy footfall increasing as he approaches your home. Barging in, Jason's pale eyes lock onto you and your assailant holding you by the throat. His thunderous steps are quick, slicing through the man with his machete and proceeds to lift him up while still pierced with the blade. The man gurgles, arms weakly reaching behind him in attempts to claw at Jason. All attempts were futile. He tossed the body to the side before he gently frets over you, his large hands soothing the fingerprints tarnishing your throat.
Billy & Stu
Rather snake-like the two will wrap themselves around you (they adore your personal space) and stare down whoever else demands your attention. Billy's arm hooks around your waist and Stu wraps himself around your shoulder, tilting your chin up with a single finger. "Is this guy bothering you, baby?" Looking like a shark that's tasted blood in the water, Billy's eyes grow more wild. He's already making a mental note of who and where this guy lives. The guy raised his hands in defense backing down the more the two stared at him, walking off completely.
"We're gonna take care of him, doll," Billy promises, kissing your cheek. Stu cackles lightly, tongue sticking out. They would strike tonight.
Vincent
There's no one Vincent trusts more to watch over you when he can't than his own two brothers. He had his hands full, turning Dalton and Wade into wax people. Nick and Carly were proving to be hard to get a hold of and there was still another tourist that needed to be taken care of.
But then Bo is telling him that the person escaped and he doesn't know where you were. His two worst fears confirmed. Vincent is soon on a wild hunt, trying to find you anywhere with Bo hot on his heels. He soon locates you, passed out with a bit of blood on your head. Your eyes slowly open as he touches your cheek, catching you as you wobble into his warm embrace. He shares a look with Bo who nods.
"I've got you, brother. Keep them here with ya. Wait til I'm back, ya hear?"
Bo
Out in public, he's all cordial and kind smiles. Especially if this is an intended victim. Some random person putting the moves on his partner is a huge no-no and one Bo doesn't take lightly. That person just warranted themselves a for sure death sentence and Bo isn't feeling too kind, so perhaps he'll drag things out, yeah? Touch what's his and you got what's comin' to ya.
"Can I see, baby? That bastard leave any marks on ya?" Bo strokes your shoulders, blue eyes drifting over your frame like water. He has every intention of marking every place that person touched, no matter if you tell Bo the guy only grabbed your arm. Once he has his mind set on something, he's gonna do it.
Lester
Unlike his older twin brothers, Lester is actually pretty chill. Especially in comparison to Bo. He doesn't think much of the people he's helping get into Ambrose knowing full well it's their final destination and Vincent and Bo will take care of things as they always have. What he doesn't like is some dude making a pass at you right in front of him. Can't he see the engagement ring on your finger? It leaves a sour taste in his mouth, watching with narrowed eyes as the small group heads towards the mechanic shop in search of a fan belt.
A familiar hand on his arm calms him down instantly. He turns to you and musters a weak smile as your hands slide around his torso from behind, leaning your cheek on his shoulder. "Y'alright?" Lester nods too quickly and unconvincingly, giving you a quick kiss. "Yeah, darl', always."
Thomas
Your partner is not unlike a bear, watching with wild eyes as one of Hoyt's new catches clasps onto you, their nails digging into your arms, and pinning you to the barbed fence. The cry of pain you let out has Tommy barreling towards you, chainsaw revving to life. A deep snarl echoes behind his mask and he wastes no time cutting down the poor soul with a single swipe of his motorized saw. Tommy turns it off and picks you up in his large arms as gently as he can. With his masked cheek leaning against yours, he carries you back towards the house. Mama Luda Mae will take a good look at you.
Sal Fisher
Honestly Sal isn't one to get jealous. He's pretty level-headed and understanding in most situations. He respects your choices and he's not gonna step on any toes or do anything drastic; Sal isn't a monster. However, if he sees some guy make a creepy pass at you and clearly overstep your boundaries, he won't hesitate to swoop in, looping his arm around your shoulders. His sharp blue eyes staring at the man from behind his prosthetic mask.
"Do we have a problem here?" His voice is cold, lacking any interest in what excuse the man finds. Sal's main focus will be on you, rubbing gentle, soothing circles into your skin. His main priority is to get you away from this sicko and would totally call in reinforcements from his brother Larry if need be.
Patrick
A jealous Patrick Bateman isn't a good scenario for anyone. Especially not with his deteriorating mental state. He trusts you explicitly, with his thoughts, ideas, and recreational hobbies that most would find distasteful. So when a colleague of his gets too big for his britches and unabashedly begins to flirt with you in his presence, Patrick finds it difficult to keep his boiling bloodlust at bay. The heat of his anger is getting to his head, the fierce emotions only swelling well it's clear how uncomfortable you look in that man's company. He must see to put an end to him quickly.
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"Are you alright, my darling? That man surely didn't know his place, did he?" Patrick places a hand at your back, guiding you out of the office party. "Let's get you home and into a nice hot bath, hmm? I'd rather not taste that swine on your lovely skin."




pro hero! katsuki bakugo drabble .
y'er so much trouble, aren'cha. includes blowjob, very vague? writing, fem! reader, slight perv! kirishima mention lol and adult themes, so mdni!!

you try not to, you really do. but sucking on katsuki's throbbing cock in the elevator of his agency is just so much fun. on the outside, you're just his secretary, sweet girl who god knows how, tolerates all those late night and early morning calls. your colleagues feel so much pity for you, ever since kirishima saw you sneaking out of leaving bakugo's house just in time for their early morning run, he came back to the office, loudly lecturing bakugo on how he can't overwork you like that.
so it makes it so much fun, to slide into the elevator, right after katsuki's blown his head off at some silly intern, fumes practically coming out of his ears as he repeatedly presses the button for the third floor. everyone stares at you in awe as you run right into the elevator. only you could face bakugo right now.
literally.
as he's about to scoff and grumble something stupid about how he's not in the mood to play around with you when the door finally closes and you smash him against the wall. normally katsuki bakugo wouldn't move an inch, but for you.
for you, baby, anything.
one hand of his is gripping your hair and fisting it into a ponytail as your head slowly moves closer to the base of his cock and then back to the tip, while his other hand struggles to find the emergency stop button of the elevator. "fuck fuck fuck- y/n, f-fuck, " he's throbbing in your mouth already, you can feel it deep in your throat as you hollow your cheeks against his girth, looking up at him with those fucked out eyes that he likes so much. he finally finds the button and smashes it right before it opens up on the third floor. and you can hear people outside groaning about how this is the fourth time this month.
as you're quickening your pace, hands wrapping around the excess of his length to help him finish, you can see him poke his tongue in his cheek, eyes shut as he tries so hard not to moan your name when you swallow all his orgasm. when he opens his eyes, it's to see the string of saliva and slick connecting your swollen lips to his softening cock as a few droplets of his cum drip down your chin. and that, is a sight he would never not want to see.
slowly, you get up from your knees, making a silly comment about how he's so much hotter in his winter uniform, and roughly brush your thumb against your bottom lip, collecting all the excess liquid and sucking on it as you watch color return to his cheeks.
"y'er so much trouble, aren'cha" he grins, eyes narrowing in fondness as he pulls you by your neck and sloppily smashes his lips against yours.
pulling back, he sighs before pressing the emergency stop button, eyebrows raising as he notices the crowd of people there, "get back to work you little shits, 'm not paying ya to loiter around-! and use thegoddamn stairs if the elevator ain't working! " and that classic workaholic bakugo act would've fooled everyone else, but when kirishima notices how everytime the elevator has acted up it's been the two of you going down, or coming up, he feels like he's connecting some dots, so he moves forward to catch a better glimpse, and there you are, oh, not to mention the very suspicious white stuff on bakugo's shoes. but it's okay, Kirishima won't tell anyone, maybe he'll take a quick check of the security cameras though, just to erase any evidence that might hurt his manly friend's rep, right? at least that's what he tries to convince himself of as he jolts downstairs with a boner harder than his quirk.

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Ex-Bf!Sukuna who brings your favorite flowers every 2 weeks when he picks you up from work. He says it's for his 'princess' much to your annoyance. You already feel guilty because Sukuna has been picking you up from your late night shifts at the restaurant. You still take the flowers, holding them gently in your lap as Sukuna drives you home. Sukuna looks at you through his peripheral and notices your furrowed eyebrows.
"What's going on in that beautiful head of yours, princess?" His voice was as smooth as ever.
You roll your eyes because Sukuna still calls you by that nickname despite breaking up with him. An unfamiliar feeling is filling your stomach as the wind from the open window cools your heated cheeks.
"Stop calling me that." You mumble only for Sukuna to snicker.
"No." It's all he says for the rest of the car ride. You look down on your lap and admire the pretty flowers that he got you this time. When you walk through your apartment door, the bouquet in your hands, you begin wondering if it always felt so empty without the tattooed pink hair man.