A/N: Written for January Jumble Scribbles. Prompt: “But it feels real to me now, it felt real to me then.”
Word Count: 288
Warnings: Demons, Past abuse. Please let me know if I missed any!
Main Story
A voice calling your name snaps you out of your stupor. You haven't slept well in ages. Your nightmares about Andrew and August have only gotten worse since the latter provided you the marriage contract to look over. You know all the jokes about demons and lawyers but you're really starting to believe them.
The same voice repeats your name and you look up to see a pair of stormy blue eyes looking at you, expectantly.
"Oh, yes, that's me," you confirm. "You're...Conrad?"
"I am," the man confirms, his accent catching your attention. "And this," he gestures to the man at his side, "is my colleague, Dr. Alan McMichael."
"Alan is fine," the other man assures.
You gesture for the men to sit and they do so.
"If you are able, please tell us your story," Alan encourages.
"It all started with a Halloween party," you begin. The next half hour or so is spent with you going through everything you've been through since your first encounter with the supernatural. You have to take several pauses to keep from crying, especially when you realize this is the first time you've ever told anyone what happened to you.
"And now I'm engaged to a demon," you finish. "I know it all sounds crazy, but it feels real to me now, it felt real to me then."
"Things can be both crazy and real," Conrad assures you. "Alan and I know this from experience."
"If you will allow us to help you, we can work together to find ways to get you free from this demon, if not all demons," Alan promises.
Tears start pouring as you find yourself with allies and hope for the first time in years.
Being raised in pain and horror, trained to be a weapon, you never let yourself be vulnerable. You never took your guards down in front of anyone.
Until you met him, Agent Walker.
It was supposed to be just a regular mission, taking down someone for the money and the thrills.
Your mission was a success. However it end up in blood, sex, and again, more blood.
A/N.
DARK AU (I mean it’s August), SMUT (only +18), mention of blood and harming someone. Mention of firearms. Swearing.
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Standing on the Berlin's street sidewalk, you watched him straddling his bike, without another glance in your direction.
Sighing you crossed your arms on your chest, ignoring the pain and hurt forming inside your stomach. You didn't turn your eyes away from his frame. You didn't turn them away when he started his engine, pushing the gas up and moving his bike forward into the city's road, his motorcycle passing through the other cars.
August J. Walker was your pain in the ass, you haven't killed. Yet.
Commanding. Law-abiding. Powerful. And unfairly gorgeous. Face and body of a Greek God.
You watched him go until he became a spot in your vision driving far away from you.
His worst nightmare.
You spend two days together because of an anarchist prick you both had been ordered to kill. His directive was coming from the CIA. Yours? Well, you didn't know and didn't care. You did your job to nurture this impertinent desire for destruction and power you felt every time another person was behind the barrel of your gun. It was everything you wanted since you were old enough to understand human emotions.
Until you met August J. Walker.
Biting your lower lip, you stood on your tiptoes trying to look for the shiny black bike on the horizon but traffic grew dense and thick and loud in the busy streets. Groaning, you put the sole of your feet back on the concrete of the pavement, making a face.
This is stupid!
You thought pushing your hands down inside your jacket's pockets.
He's just a guy. An agent for the USA government. The personal Hammer of the President. What good would come from this?!
Turning on your heels and closing your eyes, you started to push away any thoughts of the dark-haired man putting your focus and your energy toward a brighter and shiny thing. Like the Gucci shop who stood a couple of meters away. Maybe a new outfit will do the trick. You were about to take a step but at the last moment, you turned on your heels for a last hope.
Only to be surprise by his sea-blue eyes watching you with amusement.
Startled you take a step back as you face each other. Seating on his bike parked a few meters away from you, August tilted his head to the side, waiting.
Son of a Bitch! You didn't hear the guy.
" You know it's rude to gawk at a lady. " You cried out, pushing your mixing and uncertain feelings down.
You won't give him this satisfaction. You smiled, slightly narrowing your eyes, walking slowly toward him.
" We both know that you are no lady, Y/N. "
" Well, I could be! " You exclaimed in a heavy British accent, acting offended.
That was your cover that August had blown up to your target two days ago. Which pushed you to make the hard decision to fire at him with your gun.
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He turned his head left watching civilians walking around, enjoying the small rays of sunshine emerging through the heavy clouds. Bracing his hand on his thighs, knowing well that you were looking at his unsheathed frame. You had fired but this handsomely idiot didn't get injured once. Sighing, the dark-haired man turned his eyes to the right.
Awaiting.
Licking your lips, you spared a glance behind you to the luxurious shopping area.
You could choose the sensible solution and turned back. Spending money on beautiful and expensive clothes. Then, have lunch at the super private and exclusive Time Raue restaurant. And, enjoying a nice nap in first class on your trip back to your home in Rome. That would be the sensible, and responsible thing to do.
However, when you straddled the bike behind August, hugging him from behind. Hiding, you pressed your face against his shoulder, smelling his intoxicating scent. You knew that you made the most insane choice in your life.
Hanging out with the good guy even though you never were on on the right side of the law, ever.
You sense rather than see his smile on his lips.
" You sure? " The dark-haired man asked softly grasping back the hands clutch.
" No. " You whispered pushing your cheek on his tone back, gripping him more tightly around his stomach.
" Alright, then. "
You put your foot on the footrest while he started once again the engine, turning the bike before making his way into Berlin's heavy traffic, sliding through cars and other heavy vehicles. You closed your eyes, enjoying the wind on your face.
Enjoying the feeling of his body against yours.
°°°
" Does the CIA pay you with buttons? " You inquired touching the cheap material of the bedsheets wincing at the rough touch.
It was a small hotel room where high-tech equipments were lying around, opened on tables and the floor. You watched carefully the bed then took a glance at the furniture. Maybe cataloging every piece of IT supplies August Walker could use during a mission could be useful in the future. Watching carefully everything he brought not for satisfying your curiosity but for your job.
" It can be useful to blend in when you are undercover. " The blue-eyed man sighed putting his keys on the small table next to the bed. " Normal people earning normal wages don't do go to lavish hotel . " He smiles faintly looking at you up and down.
" I have luxurious taste " You shrugged taking hold of a lighter with the flag of Germany on it.
You watched it, analyzing every details of the drawing as he put the light of the room on. The rain had started to pour as you entered the seedy Hotel. Casting a gloomy glow on the city. You pushed the lighter inside your pocket before walking toward the table at the center of the room.
" Put it back. " August ordered, annoyed as he switched the TV on.
" Sentimental? " You asked raising an eyebrow and looking at him above your shoulder. " I didn't know The Hammer was the kind of tourist who love buying touristic regalia. " You smiled.
" I don't want to enable your kleptomaniac tendency. " He answered without taking his eyes off the screen.
Browsing on channels, August stopped on the BBC. He threw the remote on the bed before he started to pack his stuff.
You watched every piece of thing, but only found IT equipment, classified documents, and primary necessities.
An airport brand water bottle?
All his personal space was filled with generic stuff. Maybe some important information about the CIA agency and their outline purpose by sending one of the best agents on this case. But these pieces of information didn't interest your employer. Not even you. Nothing here felt like a personal object of August J. Walker.
Nothing except the lighter.
" Did you call them? " You asked pushing a computer around to look at the files underneath. Classified. Not interesting.
" Call who? " He replied putting several handguns into a black and large suitcase.
Kneeling on the floor, August closed back the case before raising his eyes to look at you. You arched an eyebrow, tilting your head to the side.
" No. " He sighed, pushing away the heavy bag and reaching for the document under the bed. " I would like to handle you, personally. "
" I'm touch. " You beamed, surprised, and a bit confused by his choices.
Turning your back to him you walked toward the plump armchair, grimacing at the sight before seating on it, with caution. " As one of the ten most wanted assassin being researched by your little company, it means a lot to me. " You reminded him touching lightly the tiny dark spots on the violet fabric.
" Don't get too comfortable. I plan to hand you to them at some point. " He grunted loading a case above another one.
" I will be long gone before you choose to do so. " You stopped counting the dot on the chair before growing depressed at the thought.
" Don't count on it. "
Feeling watched you raised your eyes only to meet August's blue ones. Crossing his arms on his chest, you scowled at him.
" We must speak about last night. "
" I don't want to. " You rebuked him standing up before making steps to the window in the far corner of the room.
" The man who stopped us…"
" I didn't know him. " You interrupted him sliding the curtains aside to look through the glass.
Growing tense and uneasy, you started to wonder if you chose right between a day in town with the rain or being interrogated by a CIA agent in a shitty hotel room.
" His number one on our most-wanted list, Y/N. " August continued his voice growing loud. You sensed him walking toward you. " And you know him. "
" I don't. " You lied though your teeth watching passerby running to avoid the rain. Others were walking, shielded by their umbrellas.
Heavy clouds were darkening the sky turning the nice July afternoon into a cold winter night. You felt him stop behind you.
" Why are you lying. "
" Who says I'm lying. " You sighed glancing at him above your shoulder. " Stop looking at me like that, M. Serious. I'm not gonna tell you anything. "
Stroking his eyes, August nodded his eyes quickly, muttering words under his breath.
" I'm gonna take a shower. " The dark-haired man said, without another glance in your direction.
You turned around to watch him go behind the wooden door at the back of the room.
At the end of the day, August J. Walker was still a prominent agent of the CIA. And even though, something was happening between you, he wouldn't let any chance go away to do his job.
You watched him disappear closing the door behind his back.
Was it the reason he proposed a ride to his hotel room? To interrogate you on some acquaintances you tried to forget to have ever meet.
Biting your lower lip, you shook your head. Maybe it was his idea behind his proposition but not yours.
The tension that has been built between you and this man for the last two days led you here.
And you were sure to enjoy every last minute.
°°°
A heavy mist was clogged on the bathroom mirror as you opened the door. Turning his head around, he paused, meeting your eyes through the mist, water, and the glass of the shower.
August didn't drop his eyes as you walked to reach him. He didn't drop them as you stepped, entirely naked, inside the shower stall next to him.
Darker blue, his pupils were dilated. He started to breathe heavily while goosebumps appeared on his skin. Shivering, the dark-haired man took a step back to make you some space under the jet.
Closing your eyes, you tilted your head back as you felt the hot water cascading on your naked form. You could feel his sight on you drinking every pieces of your skin. Opening your eyes, you looked back at him and was shot with a pressure of need and desire as you saw his dark gaze filled with lust on you.
Licking his lips, August leaned his back toward the shower wall, his well-defined muscles glistening with water. You wouldn't let your gaze drop further down. You wouldn't give him this satisfaction.
" Touch yourself. " His deep voice echoed through the bathroom stall. His breath was shallow and low.
" I thought you would be the one to do it. " You pouted slightly, pushing back your hair off your eyes.
" In a minute. " He whispered back, his voice was a low growl. " I need to see you. "
You bite your lower lip, cocking your head to the side while your hands rose slowly to your chest. Stroking gently your skin, you took your hard nipple between your fingers, his hungry gaze watching the seductive movement of your hands.
" Don't make me beg. " You murmured, with heated emotions.
As quickly as the words left your mouth, August lunged for you, hiding his head against your breast. You sighed feeling his hot breath on you, pressing open mouth kisses against your breast. You let your hands wander through his wet hair.
" Y/N. " The Agent deeply moaned sliding his arms around your waist, pushing your body against his naked one. He whimpered when your skins touch, the tip of his cock pressed against your hip. " Fuck it. " He grunted through gritted teeth.
August pushed you against the shower wall. Hot water poured above your heads, making everything wet and hot. You gasped pushing your head against the wall of glass behind you, closing your eyes hard, feeling the sweet and slippery sensation between your legs. Bitting your nipples, his hands were caressing your wet skin slowly before sliding his fingers down.
" I need…" You moaned opening your eyes to meet his dark ones. His lips still on your breast, you gasped as his other hand start to tenderly stroke your clit.
" Tell me. " August urged you, hot breath against your skin. Leaning his head to yours, your lips were inches away from each other. " What do you need? " He inquired, quickening the pace of his fingers on your clit.
" You. " You whimpered removing any spaces between your lips, pressing your mouth hard on his own.
You reached for his dick while seeking entrance into his mouth. Hooking your legs around his hips, holding unto him with one hand on his neck, you guided him forward with your other one. Teasing his hard shaft with your fingers. Heat and want were coursing through your veins making everything exquisite.
" That's it, sweetheart. " August moaned against your lips. " Put it in. " He added in a whisper.
He moved his hand away, holding you tightly against his body, his fingers piercing your waist. You tilted your head to the side pressing kisses and bites against his neck as he sunk inside you. Slowly. Filling you up. A deep groan escaped the agent's lips. He felt nice and long inside you. You sucked his skin, biting back your whimpers.
" You feel s'wet and good around me. " He panted his grasp on you growing tight on your skin. " Bad girl has the sweetest pussy for me to fill. " The dark-haired man purred rolling his hips against you, quickening his pace.
Each time he slammed into you, you felt him touching the sweet spot, building the beautiful sensation inside your pussy. His words made everything hot and sinful. You arched your back against the wall, moaning, digging your nails on his skin. He teased you with the tip of his dick on your slippery clit, stroking, before thrusting hard inside your bode. Again. And, again. Hot water pouring above your heads filled the room with steam.
" Open your mouth. " He ordered you, before swearing his voice low, grinding his hips against you.
You did. You opened your eyes as well. August's dark eyes met yours as he put a quick kiss against your lips before raising his hand to press his thumb against your tongue. You sucked on it, whimpering, your lips close around his finger.
" Fuck, you're so beautiful. "
Freeing his thumb from your mouth, he slid it down quickly to reach your clit. Stroking you quickly. And, then it happened so fast. Your orgasm erupted inside your pussy making you shake against him panting his name while the brillant sensation made you see stars.
" No. " August cried out, rolling his hips. " Open your eyes. Watch me. "
Tired and still trembling against the shower wall, you looked at him through your eyelids. Teeth biting down his lower lip, August groans grew louder, his hips jerked against you, filling you up as he reached his climax.
You moved your arms around his neck pushing your forehead against his.
Breathing hard, you licked your wet lips feeling the water becoming colder.
" We should get out. " You said, your voice rasped, you felt suddenly tired. Beautifully tired and satisfy.
" Just a minute. " He answered, his cock was growing soft inside you. " I don't want any drop out of you. " You yawned leaning your head against the crook of his neck. " I will take care of you. " August continued putting a soft kiss on your cheek.
Your eyes were getting heavy with exhaustion feeling content. August was holding you tight against his hard and huge body, kissing your forehead.
You started to close your eyes, tiredness sinking into you, until a sharp pain erupted at your side, jolting you wild awake.
You opened your eyes biting back your cry. You looked down, confused. Blood. So much blood under the pale silver band of the knife mixing slowly with the cold water of the shower.
Panting from pain, you shook your head, bewildered and feeling a little lightheaded, raising your eyes, you only saw red.
" No hard feelings love. " Agent Walker cocked his head to the side, thrusting the knife harder under your skin, pushing himself away from you, you winced trembling. A dark smile appeared on his mouth. "I told you, I will handle you, personally. "
August x Reader: if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom (One Shot)
Plot: you’re his little scarlet, starlet and he will no longer share you with the world.
or, the one where August falls in love with a world-renowned opera singer and he deals you a card that will change your life (and his) forever.
Tags: smut, religious conotations, disrespecting god, body worship, minor character death (duh), manipulation, violence, daddy kink, dd/lg-ish but not really???
[A/N: Shoutout to my beta @laufeysodinson, bigyan kita piso sa gcash para sweldo <3]
The rest of the sugardaddies here!
You and August were an antithesis.
The very thread that bound your paths to each other were thin and frail and not meant to survive the eventful life the two of you were meant to have.
From the flashing lights that follow your every step to the whizzing bullets that barely missed his, it was a wonder how a world-renowned opera starlet and a closeted extremist secret agent would ever cross paths.
Yet against all odds, angering all the gods, you did.
For you it was out of desperation, feeling confined in the glass prison that you were trapped in -- like you were drowning in an aquarium yet no one could see. Or worse, they refused to see. Throwing your inhibitions to the wind you had hoped to disappear for a few hours in this foreign country your manager had dropped you in to do a few shows. Just a few hours, a few stolen moments to help you find yourself again.
For August it was a dull Thursday. He had just completed his last assignment three days ago and the big boss has decided to give him a few weeks off to lay low and completely erase his traces from the face of the Earth, lest they dare compromise the identity of one of their most valuable agents from overexposure.
He had never been good at functioning in normal, domestic situations, desperate to always have some sort of stimulation to keep him going or his mind goes into overdrive and threatens to drive him insane.
He had hoped a short trip to the bar, or a woman in his arms and on his bed would help dull the claws of his own mind if just for a few hours.
What he didn’t expect however, was having to play prince charming when a lost princess not-so sneakily bumbled her way into the dark bar he frequented in this side of the world.
“Are you hurt?”
He recognized you almost immediately. August prided himself in never forgetting a face, especially those that were plastered in almost every billboard in every foreign country he visits but you were so shaken up at seeing him break the wandering hand of the drunk asshole that had been harassing you that he didn’t have it in him to rip apart your poorly put-together disguise.
“I-I’m …” You must be a sheltered thing, he had heard in an interview while he was in the middle of a scorching desert with only the car’s radio as entertainment that you had been professionally trained to sing ever since you were young. An innocent flower that came from old money, never exposed to the horrors of the world -- no, that was his job.
In your panic, you had grabbed his hand that was raised in front of your face to show he had meant no harm when somebody made a noise from behind you. Holding on to it tight and pushing your body close to his, as if to hide from the other monsters of the world unaware that you were hugging the deadliest one of them all.
He sighed, eyeing your shaking form before gently wrapping his arm around your shoulder and under your knees to carry you away from the unconscious man on the floor and the sharp stares from the gathering crowd. “Let’s get you out of here, princess.”
There goes his plans for a quiet night.
You were in a trance, barely hearing the cheering crowd of uppity rich folks that had been awed by your performance or the elated congratulations from your crew and manager alike.
“(Y/N)? Are you alright?”
You turned your head to her barely able to smile as you faked a small cough. Whoever told you to stick to singing was a goddamn liar. “I’m just tired. Is it okay if I go back to the hotel?”
“Oh yeah, sure! You have no interviews today. Good job again!” You knew she was more worried of getting you sick and fucking up the rest of her intricately detailed plan of your entire year more than anything but you let it go. Whatever gets you out of her side so you can finally wallow in your disappointment and anger to your lying lover.
You have wanted to burst out crying for the past 12 hours now but it only worsened on your way back to the hotel when you were finally away from the rest of the crowd that was always hovering over you.
With the silent hum of the car as your only companion, you finally let your mind wander to the man who had occupied your every thought for the past months he had been gone.
It had been two years since the first night that the two of you had met and months since the last time you had felt his touch on your skin. His warmth on your back disappearing in the middle of dawn, when he pressed a kiss goodbye on your lips one last time.
And two days ago he had sent you a sneaky encrypted email that had self-destructed after 5 minutes that had promised you he would be coming back to you today.
You had barely slept last night, too excited at the prospect of having your August in your arms once again.
The memory of your whirlwind passionate romance that was cloaked in the shadows of the night where it would be safe and kept in secret almost made the edges of your lips lift.
It had been so beautiful.
Even when he had left the bloody man that had unfortunately made the mistake of harassing you that fateful night where he was near. By then you were minutely aware of the darkness inside him that he tried to hide in front of you, only showing you the charming smile you had grown to love and gentle touches until you had calmed down.
That night, unbeknownst to both of you, he had already ensnared your heart. You had never been more disappointed at seeing the sun on the horizon, realizing you had spent the entire night of fleeting freedom talking to a gorgeous, mysterious stranger.
He had driven you back to your hotel, even going as far as helping you sneak past the pesky paparazzis and bodyguards around the building so you can safely keep your secret rendezvous. That was the first sign you have that he had not been a normal man. For such a captivating being, he knew how to be invisible way too easily.
“August?”
“Yes, flower?”
You smiled, coyly at the nickname, playfully glaring at him through your lashes as he grinned down at you. His brown, golden curls falling down on his face just as the gentle glares of the sun slipped through the cracks of the overlapping buildings in the city, announcing the end of your freedom.
But you want to make it last, even for a few moments longer.
He was on the other side of your balcony, standing on the slim ledge and holding on to the marble railings that kept him upright, planning to climb down from your second floor hotel room instead of risking using the stairs.
Gathering whatever courage left you have in you, you ran your hand on his hair, standing on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss on his plump lips.
A kiss that was so soft but had the passion of the thousand past lives you think the two of you must have lived together. Cut short when you pulled back and gasped in shock, turning around when the door suddenly opened and your manager walked in like she owned the pace, looking at you quizzically when she saw you were uncharacteristically awake.
“(Y/N)?” she cocked her head, “What are you doing there?”
You could feel your blood rush out of your body only to jolt in surprise once again when you turned back and saw August had already completely disappeared, not to be seen on the ledge he had been standing on nor on the ground below you.
The only proof he had existed in the first place was the tingle on your lips that refused to leave even as you ran a finger across it.
“I was …” you ran your eyes across the street, hoping to get a glimpse of the same deep blue eyes that you had been staring on for the entire night but only found faceless strangers. “... dreaming. Just daydreaming.”
You could swore time had slowed down in the hours that followed that night.
Your head is too filled with memories of him -- the deep timbre of his voice that rattled the deepest crevices of your soul, the rough pads of his palms that carried the secrets of his mysterious life, or the endless blue of the dark ocean that had been trapped inside his eyes and threatened to drag you on it’s deepest depths.
“(Y/N), I know, I know, i’m so bad but I really need you to meet this sponsor,” your manager pouted, playfully meeting her palm as if in prayer. She crossed your arms together as you stood up. “He’s new money, and very generous -- not bad on the eyes either so just 10 minutes then I promise i’ll get you out of there.”
“I -- fine,” you sighed, letting her drag you to the lounge area of your room where you always entertained guests and interviewers. “Ten minutes, Bea.”
She crossed on her chest as her promise, opening the door to the other room.
“There he is! Thank you so much for waiting. We are so grateful for your contribution for ...” her cheery voice pierced your ear but you were too focused on the boxes that littered your coffee table, all from different luxury brands spanning dresses, shoes, pastries, and jewelries that even you had been waitlisted for.
Just how much money does this man have?
“(Y/N), come! Meet Mr. Augustus Walker!”
Your neck almost snapped, breath hitching when you saw the familiar stranger now dressed sharply in a brown suit, his curly hair wrestled into a clean slick fashion, and even the way he stood was so different from the man you had spent your night with.
You wouldn’t have recognized him if you passed by the street.
“(Y/N)?”
But you’d remember those eyes till the day you died.
You cleared your throat, eyeing Bea hoping she did not see the recognition written all over your face. “M-Mr. August … I am …” your breaths got fainter and shorter, especially when he started to walk to where your feet were planted, his imposing figure casting a shadow over you, hiding his grinning face from the room as he faced you. “ … I am so grateful … for your support. Thank you.”
He hummed, removing the hand that was buried in his pocket, as he gently held your hand to press the back of it a soft kiss, maintaining eye contact before leaving the same pleasurable sting on the patch of skin his lips caressed. Like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.
“The pleasure’s mine, flower.”
“Maam? We’ve arrived,” the driver up front looked back, looking worried when you had not responded the first two times he had called you. Not even when one of the staff of the hotel you were currently staying in knocked on your door.
“Oh,” weakly, you turned your head to the side, disappointed of going back into the reality where he wasn’t right in front of you. “I’m sorry. Thank you, Erik. You have a good night.”
Dragging your feet, you staggered into your hotel room.Giving the elevator boy a half-hearted smile as thanks when he didn’t bother talking to you despite clearly being a fan. He must’ve seen your exhaustion written all over your face.
The endless sea of disappointment you had wadded through the day had really sucked up all the soul you have in you.
With a grunt, you closed your hotel door, kicking off your heels, and screaming in surprise when the bedside lamp suddenly turned on.
“Hate the moustache?”
“OH MY GOD!”
August’s deep chuckles filled your ears as you ran towards him, barely being able to stand from where he was seated to catch you in his arms. Despite your slight annoyance at him for making you wait, you couldn’t help the elated giggles that went out of your mouth when he twirled you around the dark room.
He had impossible gone bigger, the recent mission he went in probably more taxing than the last. You were sure by the end of the night you would be able to acquaint yourself at the new set of scars littered across his broad form.
You were faintly aware of August's real profession, though he did try his best to hide everything from you, especially the ugly parts.
You were his flower, after all.
He thinks if the wind blew on you wrong you would disintegrate into dust. That’s why he does his damndest to only show you the best even when he is at his worst.
“Let me see you.”
August turned you around, removing each accessory carefully. The act shouldn’t be as sensual as it is but everything August does to you has always been a bit too much. Even the way he ran the back of a finger on the valley of skin that opened when he dragged down the zipper of your dress. The silence of the night only made everything more serene and holy. Like every hitch of your breath is heard and occupied by him.
When all of you had been exposed to him, he pressed a kiss on the curve where your neck met your shoulders, making you let out a shuddering sigh.
You could never really get used to him.
(You think you don't ever want to.)
Because everytime you think you’re close to figuring him out he would be so mercilessly ripped away from you. However, you cherished whatever moment he could spare for you. Forever his princess in a tower, just waiting for him to come galloping in his dark horse, calling for your name to snatch your heart once again before the sun rises and he has to go back to the shadows once again.
“I missed you,” he kissed your bare shoulder, turning you around and slowly running kisses around your collarbone, to the valley of your breasts, until you were laying down on your soft bed. “Did you ever think of me, flower?”
“Yes,” you breathed out, gasping back in when he pushed your legs to step on the ledge of the bed, baring you up for his eyes. “Every day.”
“Hm,” he stood, unbuttoning the first beads of his sleeves and rolling it up, eyes continuing to run across every cleft and ridge of your exposed body, trying to look for any changes that marked you while he wasn’t around. You whined when he grinned at your pebbling nipples standing up in attention, tingling, begging for his attention. “You’re adorable, my love.”
He suddenly pulled something out of his pocket, something shiny and numerous.
“You filled my every thought when I was away,” he growled. You gasped when the first jewel touched your skin. Three teardrop sapphire diamonds that are a shade too familiar to the eyes of the man hovering over you littered your neck.
“Everytime I remember you being seen by people who don’t deserve you, talking to them like you owe them your time, breathing in your direction like they aren’t beneath you,” The necklace is an almost painful contrast to your scorching body. The clack of the magnetic lock missed when August decided to savor your breaths for himself by slotting his lips into yours. “It makes me want to swallow you whole and keep you in me.”
You moaned into him, letting his gluttonous need to steal all your sounds, as if the air didn’t deserve your noises either.
“Do you think if the rest of the world burned,” He ran his rough palms to your hands that gripped his hair, slipping on two rings on separate fingers. On your other limb was a golden bangle and another heavy ring on your middle finger. “Then I can finally own all of you? Do you think i’ll finally find peace?”
When August finally pulled away, now littering kisses down your body, your eyes widened when you realized your body was now littered with jewels. And he was not done.
Clasping two thin diamond anklets on the base of your foot, a small little 'A' that was littered with diamonds hanging on perfectly on the base.
Pleased with his work, he gave you a once over. His princess, dressed with the rarest jewels only blood could buy. It felt sacrilegious but you looked too fucking good.
Like a fallen angel, doe eyes and innocent and full of love. Unknowingly selling her soul to the demon himself. He gripped your ankles, putting pressure in it to let you know he wanted an answer.
“You do, you can,” you were overwhelmed, a tear falling on the side of your eyes, his presence so imposing it filled every inch of your room, until all you could breathe in was him. “I am yours.”
“Shh,” August leaned back down, kissing away the tear, barely able to stop his smile as he felt your sobs on his chest. He had always been a horrible man, but for once he let his demons wreck havoc, letting them relish in your tears -- tears that were shed by your uncontrollable devotion for him. “God, you’re beautiful.”
The most beautiful thing his bloodied hands had ever stained.
“I’m yours, i’m yours,” you whimpered into his lips desperately, tears now uncontrollable, hands dragging and touching whatever part of him you could touch. The contrast of your naked form and his clothed one is something that he didn’t realize would rile him up the way it did. Like it was your sign of submission -- his beautiful flower, fragile and bare, all for him.
Unbuttoning his pants, he ran his leaking cock on the petals of your core, both to make sure you were wet enough for him but also to rip another sob from your mouth just because he liked to hear it. With only a kiss as a warning he pushed himself into your warmth.
Your moans and his grunts was like a symphony, one that could only be heard in what he believes in the deepest, darkest parts of Tartarus. Where demons feasted on fallen Seraphims.
He was merciless but you had never craved for his mercy.
It was one of the many things he had loved about you.
He kept thrusting, running his lips all over your skin, never on your lips where he knows you wanted him the most. Only because your cries fill his soul, feeds his most monstrous desires and he is done depriving himself of his lifeforce.
When you suddenly tightened, cries now breathless whimpers as you rode your high, he followed. Making sure to paint your soul with him, making one of his many marks in your body.
When he pulled back, he couldn’t help the satisfied gruff that came from the core of his hallowed chest. Watching his essence drip from your most sacred place was fulfilling to say the least. If it hadn’t been for your grabby hands directed at him, and the pout on your lips that would’ve convinced him to destroy the world, he could’ve stayed there forever.
He removed the rest of his clothing, layer by layer he tried to be human again just for you knowing how much you ached for the touch of his skin when you have been separated for long periods of time.
He grabbed your body then, soothing you with his warmth until your breathing evened out. August carried you to the pile of boxes he had brought as a tribute to his muse where he knew a comfortable dress was present.
You tried to look back when you heard the tearing of paper, eyes catching a couple of them inconspicuously placed on one side of your room near your vanity. Before you can ask what he was opening, a cool and sheer white silk night dress was placed on your body. The material almost melting into your skin.
“This … this is nice” you observed, letting August put you down for a while so he can properly dress you for the night. turning on your feet to give your man a kiss as a thank you. You knew other treasures awaited to be opened for later but you had been so spoiled by his little gifts he always sent you when he was away that you had almost gotten used to it.
Almost.
Done with being away from him, and still overwhelmed by your frenzied desperation for him you raised your hand up to be carried by him to the bed once again where the two of you can reacquaint your souls.
“How are you, flower,” he hummed at the top of your head. August seated on your bed, leaning on the headboard while you made yourself comfortable in his lap, rubbing your face gently on his face hoping to make his scent stick to your skin once again.
You looked up at August, shrugging but he made a huffing noise that told you he wanted an answer. You pouted, playing with his fingers that was in your reach, “I’m tired, daddy.”
The name had come out as a surprise for you but August domineering nature had made it seem natural. It was something you used to just filthily call him while he was screwing your brains out but it had slowly slipped into your daily vocabulary until it was simply who he was to you. Your August. Your daddy.
You hated crying, more than anything. Crying meant a spank of her thin stick on your open palms by your voice coach, crying meant a harsh ‘shush’ from your mother, crying meant another screaming match between your parents on who fucked up raising you.
But with August …. It was different. He let you cry, all the time. As if making up for all the tears you had to hide in your childhood ‘cause now, he was here, and he was more than happy to kiss it away.
So you let your tears fall. The truth along with it.
“I’m so sick of it already,” you wiped your tears, letting yourself be softly bounced in his arms.
August was aware of your predicament. After your first night together you had opened up your soul to him including your fears. Your fear of wanting to get out of your career but also knowing that it was all you had ever known.
You weren’t given a formal education as your parents had gotten caught of your talents when you were still a child and as you were still young they had been given control by the government to handle your financial situation which had officially trapped you in the neverending cycle of imprisonment with not a single way out.
“I’m tired of it. I’m tired all the time and … and I don’t want to be tired anymore.”
At least that’s what he would like you to think.
The day he had branded you as his he had gotten to work and made sure to outbuy your parents out of their company, he needed a front for his dirty money anyway. Becoming an anonymous but respected shareholder would get him that although he acted more like a shadow CEO more than anything after his brutal but swift takeover.
He even went as far as blackmail your parents into giving your conservatorship to him with a thinly veiled threat to not even dare to contact you or else he will take every single penny they have and leave them out on the streets.
They had tried once but August was not foolish enough to not bug all your devices so he had killed all of their precious private investigators and delivered them straight to their master’s bedroom in Calabasas.
If he is in a bad mood he just likes to think of the image of your father fainting when he threw the cut off fingers of the detectives at them.
And all he had to do after was wait. Wait and watch as you slowly crumbled under the dreadfulness of your life without him after he gave you small glimpses of freedom and true happiness by his side.
“You know, I would do anything for you, right flower?”
You nodded, wrapping your arm around his neck so desperately, like he was the only lighthouse in your storm.
It makes him smile sinisterly on your hair.
“If you asked,” he cupped your face, kissing away the stray tear on your eyes before making you look up at him. “I could get you out of here.”
You laughed, shaking your head at him. The movement causes you to rub your cheeks with his, making your chest purr. This was so typical of August, always trying to be your knight-in-shining armor, always ready to sweep you off your feet.
That’s why it had almost been too easy to fall in love with him.
“I’m serious, flower.”
“What are you gonna do, daddy? Kidnap me?”
“That would be the easy part, darling,” he chuckled, making you laugh softly too, thinking he was joking. But the giggles died down on your throat when you noticed the dark expression on his face.
“I would take care of you,” he continued, taking your free hand, running his lips at the back of it. The same overwhelming feeling filling your chest. As if your love for this dark, dark man threatens to drown you on air. A love that’s always too much that it weighs down on your chest until it becomes difficult to function. “You know, I would.”
His sapphire eyes seemed to gleam in the darkness of your room, like a dangerous predator just waiting for a single weakness before getting ready to pounce. You stared at him wondering if he was being serious. His unwavering stare held all your answers.
August was not the type of man to lie to you about things like this.
“It’s all I’ve ever known, August. Singing, the stage …. It’s … it’s all I am.”
He seemed to disagree, pressing another kiss on your cheeks, “I’m here now, aren’t I?”
The words leave you stunned, the thought never really occurring to you before. August was such a new and refreshing factor in your life -- so perfect, so beautiful -- such a free soul that it had never really occurred to you that he was someone who would want to stay in your life forever.
Nobody does.
“Are …” you can see him visibly perk when he sees your interest in his bizarre proposal.
‘Are you sure?’ you wanted to ask.
Are you really staying?
Are you allowed to hope?
Just this once, are you allowed to have a person to hold? Someone who would be able to hold you?
“How would that even work?”
He smiled, raising his bottom a bit to pull out his phone from his pockets. An intricate fingerprint system popping up before unlocking and revealing a photo of a beautiful French mansion, with a beautiful garden you can almost imagine yourself spending your early mornings in.
“Is this yours?”
August hummed, watching as you got taken on the series of photos showcasing the beautiful interiors of his home. Newly bought and furnished, all for the sake of his flower.
Not that you know that.
“It’s a bitch to maintain though,” August laughed when you gasped in offense of his language, pressing an apology in your lips. “Thinking of selling it actually buy a bachelor's pad.”
“What?! No, don’t do that!”
August’s rare laughter filled your empty home for the week, especially when you kneeled up to straddle him, offense written all over your pouting face.
It had always been refreshing when he spent his time with you. A face that was as clear and easy to read was not common in his lifestyle. Like a beautiful diamond at the bottom of a clear pond.
“Well,” he cocked his head, pretending to think about it. “If the house had a matriarch. Someone to take care of it when i’m not around …”
He let the suggestion seep through the air, into your head.
Your eyes were moving through the photos before looking back up at August, searching for the answers of the million questions he knows are running in your head.
He waits, waits for you to say the words. To give you a false sense of freedom to direct your own fate -- not aware of the threads the puppeteer had on you. That you were merely trading one glass prison to a shinier, bigger, prettier one.
Forever his princess in the damn tower.
Where you will be safe.
And only his.
“Are you asking me to marry you?”
The words felt silly on your tongue the moment you said it. Dark, beautiful August, asking you to marry him. You could almost feel the gods laughing at your face but you don’t believe in any gods. Not anymore. All the religion you need is right in front of you, trapped under those beautiful blue eyes.
You closed your eyes when August leaned in to press another kiss. One on the left cheek, turning your head to kiss the other.
However, when you opened your eyes you saw the shiny princess cut diamond ring sitting in an opened velvet green box by the bedside table, the lights from the city outside placing it in an accidental faux spotlight.
“What do you say?”
Breaking News: World-renowned opera singer (Y/N) (Y/L/N) found missing in her hotel room at The Ritz. Police suspects foul play as her manager just one floor away from the star and her parents in their Calabasas home that had been burned to the ground were found dead.
This is an ongoing investigation and the police are willing to take any and every information the general public may be able to provide.
“Holy shit.”
“Holy fucking shit!”
“Language, Benji.”
Ethan Hunt is a secret agent. It was his job not to be surprised.
Yet in all the years of his life he would have never expected a pronounced dead singer 3 years ago to be sitting on the lap of August Walker himself, while pointily glaring at him. His sweat perspiring on the back of his neck as he uncomfortably jittered under your disarming stare.
“You must be Hunt,” she snipped bitterly, clearly irritated at his very presence for reasons unknown but to his surprise August only chuckled like he expected it at the very least, taking a deep puff out of his tobacco and pressing a nonchalant kiss on your cheeks.
“The one who keeps stealing my August away from me?”
Hunt was starstruck, he knew back when you were “alive” that you had been known for your angelic voice but photos were not able to give justice to your beauty. It was no wonder August had vehemently refused to let them know of the location of his permanent dwelling until now that he had been given the official pardon for all his sins due to his efforts in saving the world.
Hunt grunted when Benji elbowed his stomach, eyeing him to remind him that you were expecting an answer.
“Y-Yes, sorry! I’m Ethan Hunt this is --”
“I don’t care,” you cut him off, rolling your eyes and turning your head back to lean on the crook of August's neck, effectively breaking Benji’s heart into pieces. When you looked back at him again there was already a small pout on your lips. “I’ll have you know Mr. Hunt that it’s our anniversary in 2 weeks and I expect him to be back in one piece by then. Or I will be very, very unhappy.”
Ethan had a feeling he doesn't want that.
“Flower.”
With just a simple word Ethan watched as you easily rolled back your attitude and annoyance about his presence in your home. Giving August the sweetest smile, eagerly listening for the next words to come out of his mouth.
“I got you those new flowers you like to be planted in our garden for spring. Andrew is waiting for you in the gazebo.”
You shrieked then, you had been begging August those exotic flowers for months. (Were they poisonous? That’s nobody’s business.) It was tiring to always try to be on your good behavior but August had the silly notion in his head that he spoils you too much so you had to do some work.
With one last inappropriate kiss you stood up from your seat, understanding that this conversation was not something you were meant to be part of. Even after years of marriage August still never lets you know any detail of any of his assignments for your own safety.
You stopped in front of Hunt, the sweet expression in your face now gone as you stared at him. He gulped when your hand, designed with sharp nails, reached for his tie, pulling on it and tightening it up until he choked, face reddening from the lack of air. “Two weeks.”
“Y-Yes ma'am.”
“I’m home, flower.”
“Hi daddy.”
August sighed in exhilaration at the view in front of him. He had arrived three days early from his most recent mission. It had been a fairly quick one considering they had pulled up the old crew back in the field but mostly because Ethan was finally, for once, not getting in the way -- more thoughtful of his promise to you after your threats than the actual deadline for the mission.
He guesses he should thank you for that.
But what he really wants to thank for is the beautiful welcome home present you had prepared just for him.
An empty house, a creamy white lingerie tattooed on your skin, barely covered by the sheer, translucent cover up that was doing a poor job of being your robe.
“How’d I manage to snatch such a divine little thing like you, hmm?”
Through a lot of blood and carcasses, his conscience answers.
But he just smiled.
Too drunk of the love in your eyes and the saccharine giggle in your lips to let you know of the truth.
“My love,” he grabbed your outstretched hand, pulling you into him playfully to hear your soft laughter. Wrapping his arms into you until he was buried in your scent, running his lips on the slope of your neck. “My only love.”
“And you are mine,” your immaculate beauty took his breath away, despite looking down on you and despite the many marks that littered your skin that made you his he could feel his own shackles on his neck, getting tighter and tighter the more he loved you. The chains he had put on himself and threw the key on the deepest of oceans. “My August.”
He never did believe in religion. And all their gods.
He had seen too much destruction, caused so much of it, that if that almighty being did exist he was either very apathetic or not as omnipotent as they all thought.
But looking in your eyes, feeling your loving warm gaze looking up at him like he had been sent by divine beings above (or below, you didn’t care) to save your tattered soul, it makes him think.
Maybe the believers were wrong about a lot of things, but maybe they weren’t way off about gods after all.
Some worship money, others raise their cries of glory to science.
His god however was right here, trapped in the fragile body of his flower, and wrapped around his arms. Staring up at him like he commanded the sun to rise and the mood to tame the tides.
“I love you, flower,” he knows the truth but he still needs to hear it. “You love me too, don’t you?”
Maybe begging for your love will be his prayer.
“Yes, daddy.”
And your answer, a hallelujah.
HOW WE FEELIN ASHDGKA?? Probs the last-ish addition to the dark!sugardaddy! series so I can branch out on other stories. Hope you enjoyed!
a/n — THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH DARK THEMES,, dni if youre not 18+,, lmk what you think! i have an andy barber oneshot in the works so yeah..
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“Petal, can you come over here? I have something to ask you,” Andy called for her into his home office; Y/N had an idea what she might be asked about, making her even more nervous than she already was. Fiddling with her fingers, she approached him with her head lowered, “Yes dada?” Refusing to meet eye contact, nervously playing with her fingers, and the soft tone she had when she spoke gave the lawyer affirmed his suspicions, but he still wanted to hear it from her. “Did you use dada’s credit card to buy big girl things?” Swaying side to side as she pouted her lips while looking at him with hopeful eyes as she tired to weasel out of getting in trouble, “I did, dada. Only because they were so pretty and I need them.”
“Need them? Petal, you’re dada’s little girl; you don’t need any of these things!” He grabbed her arms, stopping her from swaying, to look at her seriously. Removing his hands from her grip, she stomped her feet as she furrowed her eyebrows and pouted angrily, “But I want ‘em, dada! I wanna be a big girl sometimes too!” Having enough of her rebellious attitude, Andy hoisted her over until she was sprawled against his lap, her stomach flush against his thighs, “I’ve had enough of your bratty attitude,” His rough palm made contact with her clothed bottom, but she still could feel the pain as he swat her bum, causing her to shriek and move against him, “You should be fucking thanking me for taking care of you! I provide you with everything you could ever need and this is the thank you I get?” The opposite cheek felt the wrath of his palm as he hit her flesh. Clawing at his lower leg, cries of mumbled apologies left her mouth as tears were freely flowing from her eyes as she was being punished, “I’m sorry, dada! I promise to be your good little girl.” Pleased with what she said, Andy still didn’t fully believe her and decided to swiftly slap both her bum cheeks as he growled out, “You better live up to your promise, petal. Or else your punishment will be worse than this.”
"Mr. Bunny Hops, do you think daddy will like this drawing I made?” Y/N asked the stuffie that was tucked between her arm and breast as she walked the halls of their home; she had been spending time in her playroom while August took care of work in his home office. Deep in her little space, the drawn on paper that she held in her one hand blew along with wind — sliding under the door of the room he forbade her from entering. With a pout, she stomped on the ground slightly as she looked at her stuffie, “Oh no Mr. Hops! My drawing’s in there, but daddy said ‘m not allowed to go there,” Staring at the white plush that she held in her hands, she decided that maybe this was worth breaking a rule for and that August would understand. With a huff, her hand twisted the knob and entered with her eyes glued to the floor as her eyebrows furrowed as she searched for her masterpiece. “There it is!” She giggled excitedly when she found it, kneeling down to pick up the paper. A gasp left her lips once she noticed the walls that were covered in pictures of her — screenshots from surveillance footages, images from her social media accounts, even her photos from legal documents were plastered on the wall!
“Didn’t I tell you not come in here, little one?” August asked as he leaned from the doorway; turning around to face him, the Hammer was surprised to see the blank expression that she had as she clutched onto her favorite stuffed animal and onto a piece of paper. Running over to him she pouted, “I’m sorry, daddy! The wind blew my drawing,” She gave him the paper where she drew her and August having a tea party to prove her point, “And went under the door and to this room! I know daddy said not to come here, but I had to get my pretty picture!” Kissing away her pout, she moved her out of the room and closed the door before carrying her bridal style, heading to her playroom. “Well that’s thoughtful of you to save that drawing; you’re so talented, little one!” His praise had her giggling as he touched her nose with his. Setting her down on her bean bag, August then became slightly serious as he held both her hands, “Now little one, I need you to forget whatever it was you saw in there okay?” Pursing her lips, Y/N couldn’t prevent her curious self as she asked, “Why do you have those many pictures of me in the walls, daddy?” Bobbing his adam’s apple up and down, the train CIA agent scrambled to think of a response to her question that wouldn't raise any red flags; before getting out an answer she then wondered, “Is it for when you go away for work? So you won’t miss me too much?” Deciding that her guess was much better than the truth, he then nodded his head as he smiled brightly before peppering her face with kisses, “That’s exactly what those are for, my little one! You really are my smart baby, hm?”
“Tătic, can you come over here please?” Hearing his little sweetheart politely call for him, he dropped the book he was reading and headed to the kitchen — where Bucky assumed she would be in anyway. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Seeing her destress-filled face made him anxious that something went awry. “I found this near the sink, tătic; what is this?” As she raised the knife that was usually kept in his hip holster every time they went out, Bucky’s breath hitched as he carefully grabbed the weapon out of her hands, “Sweetheart, where exactly did you find this? And what were you doing?” Curious eyes watched over him as he turned the faucet on and cleaned some of the red stains he forget to clean after what he did; though she couldn’t fully see it since his back was turned to her, shielding her from seeing more, “Was gonna put my sippy on the sink, then I saw it and thought it was pretty because it was shiny. But then I saw something red.”
Once he deemed that it was clean enough he turned to face her slightly, hiding the knife behind his back, “Do you wanna get a reward sweetie?” Excitedly, she nodded her head up and down with a grin on her face, “Okay, I’ll reward you if you go and wait for me on the couch like a good girl.” before even getting to say the last few words, she was running off to the couch and sat cross-legged, placing her hands on her knees as she waited for him. Bucky then took this chance to hide the knife on one of the cabinets she wasn’t permitted to open since it contained some of his other weapons for self-defense; then, he got her some snacks on a bowl —which contained some fruits, chocolate, and cookies. “Here you go, my good little sweetie,” She squealed excitedly upon seeing all her favorite treats being handed to her. Grabbing for a strawberry she held it in front of Bucky as she asked, “Is this the red thingy in the knife, tătic? You were preparing strawbebbies?” Deciding that she didn’t need to know about how he had to intimidate the grocery staff who talked down on you, he went along with her suspicion, “Such a smart, sweetheart I have!” He cooed as he kissed her nose as she was munching on the fruit.
“Can I bake for the bake sale, sir?” Y/N wondered as she looked up to him in between bites of her breakfast. Steve briefly looked at her before continuing to pour orange juice on his glass, “Why do you want to bake, doll? Wouldn’t that tire you out too much?” After munching down on some eggs, she shook her head, “It won’t! The bake sale will help the poor,” Her nervous rambling made him feel like there was more to it than she let on. “Is that all, baby doll?” The stern expression he had matched with an authoritarian tone made her confess her ulterior motive, “Want to earn money to buy a blankie.” Lowering the glass after gulping down he softened his expression as he rubbed her hand gently, “Doll, if you wanted something you should have just said so. That’s no reason to tire your little body out.”
“But sir I wanna work and buy my blankie!” This was something she thought of even when she wasn’t in her little space; ever since Steve retired from the Avengers he devoted all his time to her. It got a bit suffocating to the point that he made her quit her job and spend all of her days being his little girl — it was a dream come true at first but now she was itching for freedom. His closed fist banged against the table as he yelled out, “No! You will not do so!” Lips quivering in fear as he raised her voice, her teary eyes met his cold ones as he made it clear, “You do not have to lift a pretty finger, doll. Tell me what you want and you will get it,” Standing up from where he was sitting, he knelt down in front of her as his thumbs brushed away the few droplets of tears that escaped her eyes, “I’m sorry for raising my voice, doll. But I just don’t want you stressing about anything okay? All you need to do is sit pretty while you be my good little doll.”
“Captain, look! It’s me!” Y/N stumbled upon a piece of paper that was perfectly folded to show her face while she was cleaning up her toys in the living room. Sy dropped what he was doing from the kitchen when he saw her excited over what she found. “What do you got there, baby girl?” Sitting beside her, she then placed the paper in his lap to show what it was she found tucked under the coffee table. “Why is my picture on paper, captain?” Shelooked at him with wonder; meanwhile the Texan man struggled to come up with an explanation. It was a missing poster that was handed to him when he went out for groceries. Some of her close friends and families still hadn’t given up on looking for her despite disappearing for over 2 years now. It was something he didn’t want to do, but he was insecure and doubting that she would go out with him due to his lack of abilities in talking to women — so he resorted to snatching her away as they went someplace else.
“It’s because you’re very pretty, baby!” Sy said as he bopped her nose and tried to cover the agitation he felt, “They just wanna show off the prettiest faces in the world.” The army veteran was grateful that she bought his lie as she laughed and planted herself on his lap, arms encircling around his neck as she kissed his lips briefly, “That can’t be true, cap’n!” Furrowing his eyebrows at her protest he wondered, “Why can’t it be true, little baby?” Scoffing at him she explained, “Because then it would have to be a picture of the both of us! You are very handsome you know.”A warm feeling came over him as he grinned at her while he rested his large hands on her thighs, “Yeah? Am I your handsome daddy whom you’ll love forever?” Without knowing the impact and meaning it had on Sy, she confirmed, “Yes, Captain. Gonna love you forever no matter what because you’re the best!”
“There, there, angel. Deep breaths for me now,” Lance rubbed her back as she continued to sob into his chest, her hands clawing at his back. Y/N came home devastated when she revealed to him that she had been fired from her job — what she didn’t know however is that this was Lance’s doing. The gymnast loathed how she had to leave him five days a week in order to be a “big girl” everytime she went to go to work. So Lance intimidated and threatened to expose the manager of their infidelity to their spouse and report to the authorities about their drug abuse if they didn’t fire her; the feeble man quivering in fear as they assured the gymnast who had powerful connections that Y/N would be fired at the end of her shift for that day. “I know it sucks to be fired from your job, but hey now you don’t ever have to be a big girl again!” Despite the tempting idea of being little, she still knew deep in her that she has to work, “But papa I need to work!”
Feeling his muscles tense at her statement, Lance tried to compose himself as he reassured her as he placed loving kisses all over her face, “Not anymore, angel. From now on you let papa take care of all the grown up stuff okay?” Her glossy eyes looked at his, seeing the sincerity and love he had made her heart flutter in appreciation, “Are you sure, Papa? How can I help you?” Chuckling, he kissed her pout away as he reassured her, “Yes my precious angel, I’m sure I can handle everything. And how can you help?” He pouted his own lips, as if he were thinking hard, which made Y/N giggle as she messily wiped off the remaining tears she had with her palms. “Do you promise to be my good baby girl and obey me at all times?” The gold medalist had to place both his hands under her chin to prevent her from having whiplash by the way she nodded her head up and down, “I can do that, papa! Can be your goodest girl who will love and listen to you!” Pleased with her compliance, he gave her pecks on her forehead, nose, and lips before smiling at her, “I knew you would be, angel.”
“Are you ready for dinner later, Ransom?” Y/N asked him while she laid down on the bed the red dress she was going to wear for supper with his family. Lowering the manuscript that he was reviewing, he stood from the desk and wrapped his arms around her frame from behind as he took a peak of her outfit, “Is this what you’re wearing for later, princess?” It was on purpose that he dropped that nickname, hoping to coax her into her small space. “It’s the red dress you bought for me, Ran,” Turning her head to place a kiss on his clean shaven cheek, “Thank you for buying it for me by the way.” Appreciating the kiss she gave him, it still did not make his confusion go away; he detached himself from her as he went into their walk in closet. Ruffling through the hangers he let out a small, “Ah!” Once he finds the pink dress he wanted her to wear. “Princess why don’t you wear this one instead?” Looking at the dress he held, she pouted slightly, “But that’s for when I’m in, you know,” She tilted her head knowingly, causing him to smirk a bit. “For when you’re in your little space, I know. That red dress is too grown up for you; and I want to see you wear this for tonight.”
“Bur Ransom!” She whined but stopped immediately when Ransom crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at her, “King,” She clarified, fearing about what will happen if she chose to not call him his title, “I think I shouldn’t be wearing that dress for dinner.” Sighing as he laid the pink dress on top of the outfit she chose, he then held both her hands in his as his thumbs rubbed the back of her palms. “Am I not the king? Don’t I know what’s best for you?” She opened her mouth to reply, but he was quick to stop her from talking as he placed a kiss on her lips, letting his tongue inside her mouth as he swallowed the moan she let out. Pulling away from their heated kiss, he rested his lips against hers, “Do you understand what I’m trying to say, my little princess?” Nodding her head, she pecked his lips as she apologized, “I’m sorry, my king. You always know what’s best for me.”
“Clark, how come you told Perry I won’t be helping you anymore on the Hamilton cover?” Y/N asked her boyfriend after showering. His strong arms grabbed for her, settling her down on his lap as he circled his arms around her waist, “We’re at home now, honey. You don’t need to be a big girl anymore.” Even though her little side was itching to come through because of his coaxing, she still stood her ground as she asked again, “Later, bubba. First tell me why you had me removed from the team!” Controlling his breathing as his beloved tested his patience, he managed to calmly let out, “I don’t want you getting yourself involved in some dangerous things, honey. End of discussion.”
“But I worked hard on that case and you know it!” She stomped her feet on the ground and crossed her arms, trying to replicate his rigid expression that she gave him when she was being a naughty baby; but to Clark she just looked like a growly kitty, that didn’t let her attitude slide though. Fingers gripped her elbow hard, causing her to wince out in pain while her fingers tried to push his hand away to no avail, as his eyes darkened with every word he spoke, “I know you worked hard; but I don’t want my girl to get in trouble. Can you imagine if the case went wrong? What will happen to you then?” The rhetorical question had her halting her efforts in loosening his grip on her as she thought for a bit, “Did you actually think I wanted you to risk your safety for the sake of a cover story? That I’d rather you be a big girl than my little honey?” Seeing how she stopped struggling, dropping her hands to her lap as she calmed down her breathing, he set free of her skin. “”M sorry I was being a naughty girl about it, bubba,” Her apology was muttered in a soft, small voice which gave Clark the clue that not only did she agree with his decision, but she now fully submerged into her little space — and that delighted him immensely. Kissing her forehead, his thumbs lifted the end of her lips to get her to smile as he reminded her, “I understand why you were upset, honey. I just wanted you to be safe and not have to worry about silly big girl things!”
Summary: Your surrender to him would ensure the safety of the world.
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Warnings: Non-con/Dub-con, smut, violence, blackmail and manipulation, 18+ ONLY
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The doorman helped you out of the car, your hand firmly clasped in his gloved one as you steadied your feet in your high heels. The cold made gooseflesh rise on your arms and back, the little hair standing up in the breeze. You clutch your coat closer, following your escort inside the hotel and exhaling deep in the elevator. You were nervous, not something unfamiliar. But you were also scared, something that could prove fatal in your line of work.
As the elevator dinged, announcing the top floor that opened in front of you, you almost didn’t step out. The whole thing felt off, the bodice of your dress hugging you tight and making it difficult to breath. And yet when your escort waved you forward, you followed behind him, the floor length skirt of your dress softly swishing on the marble floors and your heels tick-tocking against them.
The man led you past a number of unmarked doors before stopping before an ornately carved doorway, intricate vines twisting on its surface to form a beautiful design. The man gave three sharp knocks and pushed the door open, bowing a little as you entered but not following. The clicking shut of the door made you flinch, and you looked around at the room in awe.
It was a beautiful room, large with the opposite wall made completely of glass, the night sky twinkling at you as the distant city lights burned small like tiny candle flames. There was a round table in the center of the room, draped in silver and black silk tablecloth and set with two chairs. Against the right wall sat a large four poster bed similarly laid in black sheets and sheer white curtains tied to the posts.
You swallowed uneasily, walking inside with as little noise as possible. The invitation, glittery silver ink on black polished paper burning a hole inside your handbag. It was worded so wisely, disguised as a dinner invitation, and yet bearing the marks of someone who could destroy your life. The code was easy to break, and as you read between the polite lines of invitation and gazed at the secret code for your covert mission, your hands trembled. You don’t tremble much. You learnt not to when you joined this task force as an agent.
And yet, the knowledge that someone knew about you and your mission made your fingers curl up for warmth inside your palm. The future of millions was depending on this mission, and this mission depended on you. If you failed, the world would fall, and you will live the rest of your life bearing the blood of endless lives on your soul.
When he stepped out from the shadows that concealed the door behind them, you gasped. Maybe you shouldn’t be surprised, but you were. The blue green eyes you had looked at everyday for the past few months gazed back at you, amused, analyzing.
“Hello Agent, a fine evening isn’t it?”
August had always been polite, always sincere. He was the one person you thought was innocent in this whole operation. He was just a CIA operative; he was an agent who got recruited into something they didn’t know the truth about. Yet, he stood before you with a smile gracing his lips beneath that bushy mustache and the dimple on his chin barely visible under his beard. He was donning a sharp black suit matching with the room esthetics, and he cocked his head at you, pulling out a chair as an offer.
“You look lovely, let me take that coat.”
You let him remove your coat, rubbing your arms as you silently took the seat he offered. In this large room, with the dark décor, his huge beefy body made him appear sinister, like a dragon who was overlooking his hoard.
“I didn’t expect you.” You commented, taking a sip of the water in front of you. Just like that, your fear was gone. The nerves before the mission vanished as you came back into your element. The field was your battleground, and you knew you owned it. August smiled, sitting across from you.
“Oh, I know, and that was your mistake. Or maybe it was my success. I am not completely innocent but –”
“– you don’t exactly scream a genocidal maniac either.” You completed for him. He was good.
August Walker walked the fine line when it came to being an agent. While he was courteous and polite, he was also easy to anger. You’d seen him in action, fighting off men twice his bulk with barely an effort, the faintest tinge of amusement in his eyes as he watched them bleed. Espionage was a rough life, and many agents went in over their head to deal with the bloodshed and cruelty they witnessed. You didn’t think he was naïve, but you also didn’t think him evil.
“Where did I go wrong?” You asked him, genuinely curious. You were so meticulous with everything; each move you made was calculated. You had to be brilliant to be handed a mission as important as this.
August splayed his hands on the table that was curiously empty of any food, only two glasses of water and two empty wine glasses with a bottle of wine sitting in the center.
“Nowhere truly. You were so fascinating to look at though. In fact, I think that had I not been looking so closely at you, I would have missed the little signs.” His voice was smooth and soft, level. Eyes never leaving yours, but then again, they barely left you before. You knew he was watching you, but you had thought it was natural for someone to keep an eye on the new addition of the team.
“Little signs?”
“The first time I noticed something was when you tapped that tattoo near the crook of your elbow. You did that often, I though it was a nervous tick. I thought it was cute.” He continued, and both your eyes strayed to the small Celtic shield tattoo that was inked over the scarred skin hiding the small chip under your skin. Your eyes met his and he smirked.
He had known all those times you touched it to send out messages in morse code, to send out locations. He had known, but never let on.
“What else?” You wanted to know, if only to stall the rising trepidation in your belly. Did you compromise everyone in your team?
“Your eyes.” He said, almost breathlessly and for a moment it became difficult to maintain the eye contact. “Your eyes were such a lovely shade when I first saw you, sparkling. I love how expressive they are, how they seem to glitter. But when you wore the smart lenses, they seemed different. Maybe not to others, but to me. I knew exactly where you have flecks in your eyes, the lenses shielded them.”
You found yourself gulping as you heard him spoke, the passion in his voice thrilling you as much as it terrified you. His gaze on you had never been just analytical. It was fanciful. It was observant. He didn’t look at you like an agent, he looked at you with the hunger of a wolf.
“What do you want August?” You finally asked him, unsure what he wanted from you.
“First, I want you to take off those earrings and crush them.” He said, sitting back on his chair and raising a brow. You stiffly followed his command, pulling off your earrings and crushing the pearl on top of it with the edge of the glass, including the G.P.S tracker inside. August seemed pleased and he nodded, coming forward to take the bottle of wine and pouring you a generous amount.
“I don’t want to remove the chip as long as you promise not to touch it. The blood, it would ruin the mood wouldn’t it?” He asked while cocking his head, taking his wine glass, and clinking it with yours.
“You did not call me here do drink wine and just talk. What do you want?” You snap at him, irrigation bubbling in your gut. The twitching mustache whenever he smirked, that irked you.
He crossed his hand over his chest, licking his lips as his eyes dropped from your fiery eyes to your pursed lips, and from there to your cleavage.
“I want you to give up your mission” He said. The unsaid ‘and’ in there made you arch your brow in question. “And I want you to surrender to me.”
You leaned your elbows on the table, scrunching your nose as you said with as much venom as you could muster, “No. And no. I’d rather die than let you destroy innocent lives for your misguided idea of peace.”
The flash of teeth told you he expected that answer. Taking a sip of his wine he rolled that gulp in his mouth before swallowing, your eyes following the movement of this Adam’s apple.
“Well then, we negotiate.” He offers and pointedly looks at your wine glass. You touch it lightly with his and gulp in a mouthful, trying to keep your nerves steady. This was still your battlefield; you could still win.
“You want to negotiate a terrorist attack?” You asked him with the smallest of smile, and he returned you a bigger one.
“Call it a proposition. I’ll stand back on the attack as long as you agree to surrender to me”.
You blinked, confused, and caught off guard. You drowned your wine, taking deep breaths to calm yourself.
“And by surrender you mean?”
You knew what he meant. He had admitted to you that he was watching you. He spoke to you like he knew you. His eyes raked over your figure in a way that seemed to go deeper than the skin. You watch him stand up and come over to your side, sitting on the table edge in front of you.
“You know what I mean. I want your complete surrender. You have five minutes to decide.” The amused tilt to his voice raised your hackles and you nervously looked over your shoulder.
“Five minutes?” You asked and he chuckled.
“You had to have known that your wine had poison in it.”
You stood up from your chair so fast it toppled. You glanced at your empty wine glass and then to August. Was he lying? But even as you toyed with that thought you could feel sweat building above your lip and hairline, breathing getting just a tad bit harder. Your eyes widened and you stuck a finger down your throat, trying to vomit.
“Won’t help, its already in your blood. You just need to decide if you’d rather be mine or rather be dead.” August said, just sitting and watching your frantic movements. You panted, eyes closing as you fought to think clearly. It was not a difficult decision to make. You opened your eyes, glaring at him as he played with a small vial of what you were sure was the antidote.
“Well sweetness, what will it be? Me, or the cold arms of death?” He asked.
You walked up to him, taking hold of his lapels to pull him closer and slapped him hard.
“You bastard.” You spat. “Give me the antidote.”
You reached for the small glass bottle, but August pushed you away with a firm hand on your shoulder. He looked mischievous, your suffering a source of amusement for him.
“Not so fast.” He tutted. “You need to surrender sweetness, and the first thing to go will be that pride.”
With that, he unbuckled his belt and quickly undid the button on his pants, eyes on you the whole time. You watched in bafflement as he lowered his boxers to bring out his semi-erect cock from within, a closed fist stroking it slowly.
“On your knees.” He commanded, and with a flick of his finger snapped open the bottle and poured some antidote on his now hard cock. “You don’t have much time. You want to live? Get down on your knees and suck.”
The burning in your lungs increased both with the poison and humiliation as you sank down to your knees, the will to live making you waste little time to come forward and put your mouth around him. Your tongue laved at him, catching the bitter essence of the antidote, and eagerly looking for more. He let you do it your way for a while before fisting your hair and jerking you hard, forcing his tool deep inside your mouth.
You moaned as he stretched your lips around himself, the girth of him too wide for comfort. You tried to breath through your nose, tongue moving around for the left-over antidote sticking on his skin.
“Suck sweetness, suck like you mean it. Your world depends on how good you put that mouth to use.” He said groaning, thrusting in your mouth with vigor. You did as he commanded, hollowing your cheeks, and sucking gently, swirling your tongue as you bobbed your head. You pulled away, gasping, and then poking at his slit with your tongue, tasting his musky precum.
August pulled you up by your neck, pushing and moving behind until you fell and landed on the soft mattress of the bed. He climbed over you, pants discarded and shirt unbuttoned, a maniac gleam in his lust blown eyes.
“Please, the antidote.” You begged. You hated pleading but you love breathing more. As you reached out a hand, August took it in his and kissed your fingers before kissing the inside of your wrist. You shivered, his gentle caresses making you respond despite your revulsion.
He brough the antidote to his own mouth, taking in a mouthful and then lowered his mouth to yours. You parted your lips, allowing him to transfer the life saving liquid into your mouth and you swallowed. His tongue invaded your mouth, swirling inside and your hands grabbed his shoulder and hair, pulling him closer. The possibility of dying had you clinging to the only source in this room that made you feel alive in this moment.
“I hate you!” You mumbled against his lips, pulling on his mustache with your teeth and he chuckled. His hands lowered the straps of your dress, lips following to suck a mark into your skin.
“You can hate me, but you cannot leave me. Your precious world stays intact, as long as you do what I say.”
You let him take control, moans spilling from your mouth unbidden at the pleasure he wrecked on your mind and body. You slyly moved your hand down, letting it drag down your side along the slit in your dress to grasp your thigh holster. August’s hand reached the knife strapped to your thigh just as yours did, his lips smiling against your skin as he grabbed it.
“Oh sweetness, you wring my heart with your strength.” He locked his gaze on yours, using your own knife to cut your dress in the middle and bare you to his eyes. The small scars that you received over the years in your service littered your body, and you groaned when he traced them softly.
As his bare body folded over yours, you let your thoughts fly away. You surrendered to his whims and your basic nature, nails digging in his back as he held you close and entered you slowly. You moved in tandem, meeting every one of hit thrusts with a raise of your hips, lips molded over his and curses flowing between both of you.
The ridges of his cock scratched your walls and made you whimper, the sheer size of him taking away your breath. You felt so full, full of August. In that moment, he occupied your body and your thoughts. Your hands roamed his sweaty body, heels digging in his strong back as he powered into you. The delicious burn of his beard left red scratches around your nipples and neck, his hands holding you tight enough to burn their shape in your body.
You convulsed around him, his finger mashing your clit making you soar over the cliff and fall into a valley of pleasure, lightning bolts racing across your back. He was still thrusting, forcing you to look at him as he emptied inside you. As he rolled over and you caught your breath, he tossed you the remaining antidote which you gulped swiftly.
You watched him pant, his hairy chest glistening with sweat. The raw power of his body, the pleasure he just delivered both embarrassed and excited you. You knew you must surrender, must compromise yourself if that was what would take for the world to survive.
“You may own my body, even my mind at times. But don’t think I’ll ever surrender my heart.” You told him and he laughed, reaching over to hold your arm in his, pressing a soft kiss first to both your cheeks and then lips.
“You know I can’t resist a challenge sweetness.” He said. You watched in fascinated horror as his fingers hovered over your tattoo, looking at you with glittering eyes. He tapped out a short message that made your heart stutter and then your knife was pressed into your skin, digging deep to pull out the chip as your screamed.
She’s Mine
His bloody fingers cupped your face, pulling you closer to nuzzle you in his warmth.
“Just surrender to me, and the world will wake up to see another day.”
a/n — THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH DARK THEMES,, dni if youre not 18+,, just a thought that played around in my mind so yeah. lmk what you think!
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To celebrate the case they won they held a little party at the office; though Andy wasn’t in a celebratory mood. With his hand clasped together against his lips, his eyes were watching closely his phone screen as he was awaiting a text from his beloved girlfriend who promised to be here. “Hey Andy, we’re popping the champagne already; are you joining us?” Tearing his attention away from the device, he smiled a bit as he told them, “I will once Y/N comes over.” Tess, the assistant who invited him, chuckled a bit before leaving him alone in his office, “Staring at the phone won’t make her come over any quicker you know?” It was something they never really confronted Andy about — almost everyone at the office noticed how he had a firm grip around the girl, but no one dared to question or comment about it because they know how the skilled lawyer would come after them once they do — but silently they understood that if you spoke, let alone looked at her, badly it wouldn’t end well for everyone.
As the door shut once Tess walked away, his intense gaze returned once again to the mobile phone as he awaits a response from his girl. “Baby! I’m here now,” Snapping his head to the source of the sound, he immediately stood up and hugged Y/N as he let out a relieved sigh. “Where were you? And most importantly why didn’t you answer my text or return my calls hm?” Rolling her eyes with how her boyfriend was grilling her as if she was one of the witnesses he had on his case she apologized, “I’m sorry, baby. I got held up at the salon because my mani took longer than expected,” Her manicured nails then raised her phone to show how even as she pressed the button it wouldn’t turn on, “And my phone ran out of battery.” Wrapping an arm around her, he removed her bag and left it by the coat hanger and guided them to where the party was. “I’m gonna buy you a portable charger, baby; that way you won’t ever run out.” Innocently, she smiled and thanked him with a kiss on the lips before saying hello to his colleagues whom she got along well. That way the tracker I put on your phone will always be turned on, he deviously thought to himself as he sipped some of his champagne.
“Another long day huh?” August asked as he peeked his head around Y/N’s cubicle. It was quite odd to say the least — a field agent of his caliber not having his own office instead opting for a cubicle beside one of CIA’s lanky desk jockey? It was one of the questions she asked the infamous Hammer as he settled on the office cubicle beside hers, “Why settle for a tiny office station?” She asked to which he chuckled at as he explained, “Half the year I’m somewhere around the world; so what’s the point of having a big office if I don’t enjoy it all year round?” It was a good, solid point — one she so easily believed without a second thought — but unfortunately it was all a lie. Ever since Walker saw her once at a meeting Sloane held, he was hooked. Initially it was just her beauty and energy, but as he got to know her more he fell for who and what she was. “Yeah, I might need to stay a bit longer than usual,” She replied as she lifted the files she held, pinning the blame on the current target that needed to be researched on. “How ‘bout some coffee then?” Ears ringing with joy at his offer, she looked at him with an appreciative look as she nodded. Chuckling at her reaction, he stood up and trodden over the pantry. Installing surveillance devices on her work computer and cameras around her desk paid off since it allowed him to know everything there is to discover about her — her favorite artists, pet peeves, how she liked her coffee, home address, mobile phone number, even her social security number!
“How’d you know how I like my coffee?” She asked after taking a sip of the hot beverage; with a smile he shrugs as he pretends to get back to the work on his computer, “Well it was just a wild guess.” In her mind however, she did find her tastes to be quite basic and didn’t doubt August which was a relief to the field agent. “I think I’ll be going home now,” She announced as she shut off her computer and began to clean up her desk. “Need a ride home?” He knew she did, since he overheard her talking to a mechanic earlier that day about a defect her car suddenly had, “Yeah I do actually, but I wouldn't want to hassle you.” Quickly putting on his brown coat, he was standing up as he fished his keys out, “Nonsense! I don’t mind helping a colleague out.” Conceding, she took up his generous offer with a smile. As they were making an easy-going conversation, Y/N gave her address; but what she didn’t know is that not only did August know by heart where she lived, but he had also paid her house a visit multiple times in the past.
With an arm draped around her shoulder, Bucky and Y/N walked around the farmer’s market; the latter whined endlessly to her boyfriend how she wanted to buy some products. And though the thought of going out in the crowds wasn’t at all appealing to him, the need to make her smile made him go anyway. Leading him up to the different stalls, the former Winter Soldier couldn’t help but chuckle at how she would coo and be all excited for the different groceries, clothes, and figurines. “Slow down, doll. The market’s not going anywhere,” Bucky told her as he tailed behind her as he carried over 10 different bags filled with her purchases. It wouldn’t normally be a problem for him to look after her, but as the path became filled with people and him being preoccupied with the bags he held made him unable to keep a grip on her. With worried, drifting eyes, he was searching for his girlfriend who seemed to have blended right up with the bustling crowds, “Y/N? Doll? Where are you?”
Setting the bags down on a vacant table, he then spotted her standing by a stall that sold her favorite food. His relieved smile was soon being replaced with a scowl as she was talking and laughing with another man. Whipping out the knife he kept on the pocket of his jeans, he was ready to torture the man. But as Y/N turned to him with a wide smile, it had him hiding the knife out of her sight, “Bucky! Look it’s Sam, my cousin!” Upon her introducing who the man was, the knife that was hidden was being kept back into its original hiding spot before he shook hands with the man, “Oh! Nice meeting you same, I’m Y/N’s boyfriend.” As they shook hands Sam had given them both a look as he sassed, “I know who you are! This one,” He referred to Y/N by pinching her side as she smacked his hand and giggled, “Won’t stop gushing about you every time we talk.” Seeing how she was clinging to his metal arm as she nuzzled her cheek to his side was all the confirmation Bucky needed; Sam then excused himself, “Well you got to swing by one of our family gatherings, yeah Bucky?” Nodding, they all exchanged farewells before the couple headed to the table where their bags still were — thankfully not stolen. “You shouldn’t have run off like that, doll. Got me real worried for a second,” He gently scolded her with a stern look. Pouting, she defended herself, “I’m sorry, Bucky! I just saw these cute little mason jars, but they were too expensive so I walked away. Then I smelt something delicious so I followed it and it turned out it was my favorite food; but Sam was there so I chatted with him instead.” Ending her enthusiastic breakdown of events with a sweet peck on the lips, he told her, “Doll you know that I would have bought you anything your sweet heart wanted. Just don’t go anywhere without me okay?”
The soft ping on his phone made Jensen pause his movements as he was selecting a movie that you both would watch; eyebrow raising when he noticed that a certain “Steve” was texting you. Opening the text through the software he installed on both your phones allowed him to see every activity you do on your phone — but it wasn’t the only feature it had for it also allowed him to change the texts, emails, and other settings on her phone. A frown graced his handsome features as he read the text, “ Hey Y/N I can squeeze you in on Thursday, at 3pm. Are you free by then?” Displeased, he then sent a text to the guy saying how his assistance wouldn’t be needed any more. And he edited the text Steve sent her to make it seem that it was Steve that texted how he could no longer accommodate her. “Got some chips and chocolates!”
Her excited voice brought his attention from his phone screen to her excited face as she plopped herself beside him. “Thanks, babe,” Kissing her forehead, he sneakily looked over to where she was unlocking her phone and reading the text; noticing how she pouted he inquired, “What's wrong, babe?” Snuggling up to his side after sending a reply, she explained, “Steve said he can’t meet up with me anymore.” As he was rubbing her back, he faked the symphony, “Aw that’s too bad; why did you even need to meet up with Steve anyway?” She did not pick up on the faint hints of darkness on his tone, “He was my dentist! He was going to determine whether I need to have surgery for my tooth, remember?” At the revelation of who Steve really was, the communications and technology expert felt slightly guilty but he was quick to reassure her, “Don’t worry baby I know a dentist who can help you.” Feeling her hum appreciatively against him, she planted a kiss on his cheek as they both focused on the movie; and as her eyes were trained on the screen, he whispered lowly, “You're only gonna be around people I trust, babe.”
There was a reason Sy had chosen a house that was nearly thirty minutes away from downtown — it was so their friends and families would feel lazy or discouraged to visit them due to the distance and time it took to get there. “Where on earth do you need to be today, petal?” Sy’s morning voice huskily rasped out in her ear; they both had just woken up and as Y/N was moving to stand up from the bed, she was being trapped in his muscular arms for a hug. Giggling at how he was being, she rolled around so they would be facing each other, “‘M going out with my friends today — Sophia and Rose have been bugging me about how we don’t hang out as often anymore.” At the mention of her going out and leaving him, Sy’s mood deflated and his eyes went wide; this wasn’t how he pictured this day going. “But petal, you’re gonna leave me all alone in this big house? ‘M gonna miss you so much,” The former army captain whined as she got out of his grasp and heading to wash up in their ensuite bathroom — not before bopping his nose as she reminded him, “Well you chose this house, bear. Plus, it’s only just for a while.”
Sitting up on their bed the man could only cross his arms and grumble, which was interrupted with her phone ringing. After seeing that it was her friend, Sophia, who was calling he then answered it for her, “Hey Y/N! Can’t wait to see you; we’ll pick you up in 20 minutes okay?” Taking the opportunity, Sy then decided to fabricate a lie, “Oh hey Sophia, it’s Sy,” He paused before saying the next parts in a hushed tone, “Y/N won’t be able to make it since she hurt her foot two days ago when going down the stairs. I know she was so looking forward to seeing you. Will do, bye.” With a smirk, the man set her phone back down on the nightstand, just in time since Y/N exited the bathroom, “Who was that, bear?” Making his way over to her, he hugged her as he kissed her forehead, “Sophia, calling to say she’s gonna have to cancel because she’s sick. And Rose was called in to work.” It was clear on her face that she was disappointed because she was looking forward to catching up with her friends, but her boyfriend tried to mirror her expression when in reality he was overjoyed with getting her all to himself. “Guess that leaves just the two of us, petal. Don’t worry, we’re gonna have fun today.”
“Fucking hell,” Ransom cursed as he was speeding to go to where your tracker said you were. He had gifted you a necklace six months into the relationship, and it was costly not just because of the intricate design it has but also because he had put a tracker on it to keep tabs of your whereabouts — not that you knew about it. You both had a fight the night before, and it didn’t end well since it led to the two of you sleeping in separate rooms and Ransom drinking away his misery. So imagine his surprise when he woke up and found how you weren’t in the house and he noticed as well how a duffel bag that was in your shared walk-in closet was gone; the writer thought of the worst possibilities. And his anger went through the roof when he saw how you were at his grandfather’s house; it was one thing that you guys fought, but to involve his family in this? That was bound to be a fucking mess. As he parked the car by the driveway, he stepped out in rushed steps that were slowed down by the two dogs barking and crowding him, “Shoo, get away, mutts!” He scared them away and entered the house, “Alright where is she?” His yell echoed through the walls as Marta who was walking from the kitchen and into the foyer was startled, “Hugh, what brings you here?”
“Where’s Y/N?” Knowing Y/N’s secret, the nurse swallowed nervously as she reluctantly told the truth, “She’s with Harlan at the gathering area.” On his way there he noticed how there were some party decorations — some colorful streamers and balloons — on the walls before he saw his girlfriend who was looking through something on her iPad, “What the hell are you doing here?” His voice caused her to gasp out loud as she looked like a deer caught off guard by headlights; standing up she walked towards him, her hands gripping onto his forearms, “We fight and you end up here to my grandfather to what? Complain and seek refuge?” Though his words stung she chose not to feed onto his anger, “Can you promise to listen out to me first?” Seeing how she was calm and not as mad as the night before, he gulped down and nodded. “When you accused me of cheating on you, it hurt because I knew that that wasn’t the truth,” She paused briefly to monitor his reactions, and she knew that he would then ask what was up with her behavior so she addressed it before being prompted to, “And the reason why I seem to be distant or busy these past few days is because I was planning on throwing a surprise party for you — for the success of your book.” At her explanation he could feel his entire body relax at the relief of him not having to kill anyone; also it made sense to him why his grandfather’s house had some ornaments hanging. Pulling her close to him, he hugged her tight as he kissed the top of her head, “Princess, I was so close to killing someone, you have no idea.” Swatting his back, she laughed at him, “I think you owe me an apology, mister. Not only did you ruin the surprise but you also accused me of cheating on you.” Smirking at her he replied, “I’ll make it up to you for the rest of our lives, princess, don’t you worry about it.” And he meant every single word of that promise; for he knew he wanted no one else but her.
The mission went well since the new agents did their jobs well — even exceeding Steve’s expectations of how they would handle the pressure and what decisions they would make in order for the mission to be a success. As the quinjet landed and they were given the clearance to exit the aircraft, the super soldier frowned when he took note how his girlfriend wasn’t anywhere near the landing pad. She always welcomes me back, he thought. The weight of his duffle bag on his arm didn’t matter to him as the feeling of worry and anxiety about his girl was way heavier. Immediately, he headed to their shared living quarters where he hoped she would be, “Kitten? I’m home,” His voice bounced off the walls as he dropped his bag on the floor and looked through every nook of the room. Now his anger and confusion was through the roof and he then decided to consult, “Friday, where’s Y/N?”
“She’s at the common area with Sam and Pietro, Captain,” As soon as AI mentioned where she was he found himself striding briskly towards her location. If she was with Bucky, it wouldn’t have alarmed him as much. But the Captain had a hunch that Sam secretly liked his girl and had plans of stealing him away from him; while Pietro was a natural flirt and joker. Even just by standing at the doorway he heard his beloved’s giggles as Sam recalled an exaggerated story. “There you are, kitten,” He let out, relieved upon seeing his girl alive in one piece. Turning her head, she smiled widely upon seeing her boyfriend and abandoned her conversation with the two Avengers to run to Steve with open arms. “Steve! I missed you so much,” She squealed as the super soldier caught her effortlessly and wrapped his thick arms tightly around her figure. “What are you doing with these troublemakers, kitten?” He wondered out loud, completely ignoring two offended looks from the said men. “I was bored of waiting for you in our room so I went here,” She was cut off from her explanations when Sam added, “That, and we missed hanging out with Y/N!” Even though Y/N giggled, Steve was trying his best to control his rage; but Pietro wanted to push him further to his limits by saying, “You hog her all the damn time we forget how great her company is!” the only girl in the room squealed as she was being carried off by Steve, “Well I don’t want you around her that’s why I hog my girl around.” Everyone around the super soldier still thought that he was joking and decided to laugh it off; Sam’s voice called out to them once more to tell a joke before they both had fully exited the room, “Yeah? Well why don’t you just lock her up in a secluded house then?” That’s exactly my plan, Sam, Steve smirked to himself quietly.
Clark needed an escape that night; for someone who has inhumane powers the stress of his job at the Daily Planet can definitely take a toll on one person — so he decided to go flying around at night, just to take his mind off things. As he was flying, he sensed trouble and decided to check out what was happening. It was a woman who was being bothered by her ex who was clearly under the influence, “Goddamn it, Alex! I told you I don’t want to talk to you!” Y/N was trying her best to push him away, but even in his drunken state he had a tight grip on her forearms. “Just wanna talk to you, baby,” He sing-songed as he tried to push his body closer to hers. “I think she made it clear that she doesn’t want to,” A booming voice spoke up, causing Y/N to gasp out loud when she saw Superman himself; Alex however grunted at the searing pain on his shoulder caused by the mysterious man, the pain weakening his hold on the girl to the point where he tore his hands away from Y/N to push away the weight on his shoulder. In his drunken state, he failed to piece together how it was the infamous hero in front of him — instead all he saw was a tall, muscular man and decided he didn’t want to have his face beaten up so he just walked away with his arms up in surrender. “Are you alright, miss?” Clark gently asked the woman who felt relieved she was no longer being bothered by her ass of an ex. “I am, thank you.” She nodded and before she could ask how’d she find him he offered, “Would you need help getting home? Just to make sure he won’t follow you again.” He was quick to clarify, in hopes she won’t find him creepy. “I know you have good intentions, but it’s fine. I don’t think he has the balls, let alone the energy, to bother me. At least for tonight.” With that she waved at the hero goodnight before getting into her car and driving into her apartment — but she didn’t know how up in the sky above, a certain pair of blue eyes followed her journey home.
“Hi! You must be the one who moved next door?” Y/N politely greeted the man as she was leaned by her front door. Clark smiled as he adjusted his glasses — suddenly feeling nervous upon seeing her beautiful face once more, “That is me! Though the one who moved next door is quite a mouthful; you can just call me Clark.” As she laughed at his lame joke she told her name, “And feel free to knock if you need anything, okay?” Taking his nod of agreement as a cue that their conversation ended, she entered her apartment. The son of Jor-El II went inside his own apartment that was directly next to hers — he did so because days and nights of following her didn’t satiate his hunger for her, so he decided that perhaps this would be a clean way of easing her into a relationship — and busied himself with organizing his belongings in his apartment. Hearing Y/N’s increased heart rate and her voice raised, he opened his door to check out what was going on; and the sight of her ex bothering her once again. “Come on, Y/N! You need to take me back!” Displeased with how the imbecile failed to grasp that Alex should not reach out to his girl anymore. Letting his rage get the best of him, he walked over and pushed Alex off hard enough he landed on his bum, “When a woman says she doesn’t want to see or talk to you, then you better comply with her request.” Gulping down, he recognized the strength as the same one who grabbed onto his shoulder — and now as he was sober Alex decided to respect her wishes and hastily stood up to leave the apartment building. “Are you alright?” Seeing how Clark stood up for her, it made her reminisce about how she was reduced two weeks ago by Superman, “I’m fine, Clark,” She nodded as she grounded herself back to reality and stared into his concerned, blue eyes, “Thank you, by the way.” As he smiled at her she offered him for some snacks in her flat, which he gracefully accepted. “You know, you’re the second person who helped me get rid of Alex,” She mentioned as she handed him a snack; feigning innocence he tilted his head up as he inquired, “Oh? Who’s the other one?” Taking a small bite of the snack, she wiped her mouth free from the crumbs before replying, “You probably won’t believe it, but it was Superman,” She laughed along with her new neighbor who didn’t find it unbelievable and instead played along as he spoke, “Who’s to say I’m not your personal superhero, beautiful?”
a/n — THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH DARK THEMES WITH DDLG DYNAMICS,, do not interact if youre not 18+,, i know the visual for bucky’s preference is for like when you go potty but imagine it on a dining chair okay?? ok.. lmk what you think!
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“Dada!” Y/N shrieked out loud from where she was seated on the living room floor while she played with her toys, the sounds coming from the television were quieter in comparison to the wail she let out. When her screaming failed to get a reaction from the lawyer — Andy knew that he gave her everything she needed so there was no possible thing that she could possibly need at the moment — whose eyes were only focused on either his laptop screen or on the paperworks for the case he was assigned to. She then held her stuffie in her hand then threw it at the busy man; upon seeing the stuffed animal land on his workspace he turned to her with a deep frown on his face, “Petal, don’t throw your stuffies at me; unless you want me to throw them away in the garbage?” She was about to speak but when he raised an eyebrow at her, “Are you that ungrateful for everything that dada gives you?” With that, she then brought her attention back to the show.
“That’s what I thought,” Andy mumbled as his eyes focused once again on scanning the computer. But his focus was short-lived as another stuffie hit his forehead — and that was the final straw. Pushing himself off from the table he walked over to where his usually obedient girl was and kneeled down to level with her, “I said to behave, petal — and I asked nicely right?” Seeing the veins become even more prominent on his neck turned her on and it was even made apparent when she shyly looked down on the floor as she told him, “I just wanted you to pay attention to me, dada.” Her statement had him amused as smirked at her while filthy thoughts ran around his head, “Well you not only got my attention,” She flashed a hopeful grin at him before it was replaced with a horrified look when he added, “You have a punishment waiting for you.”
“Daddy! I told you to come play with me,” She whined as she stomped her foot and crossed her arms. Fastening the screw on his bike, August could only huff in annoyance as he heard his little one whine, “And I told you to wait a while, little one. Didn’t daddy teach you to be patient?” This just angered Y/N even more — she was excited that he was home following a month-long mission wherein he was sent somewhere in Europe and wanted nothing more than to make up for lost time. While the Hammer did want to spend time with her, he just wanted to fix something in his bike since he has been putting that off for a while now. “If you don’t want to play with me, I’m gonna go play with myself!” She huffed out as she strutted out of the garage and into the inside of their home. Confused with her statement, he didn’t know if she meant that in a little way or in a big girl way; either way it had him fed up with her attitude. Dropping the tools on the floor as it made a loud noise, he then washed his hands with the sink before making his way inside to search for her.
“Where are you, little one?” He called out; and almost instantly she replied to him, “In the playroom!” Leave it to her to still be extremely needy for his presence despite being a rascal. Entering the bedroom that was transformed as her playroom, he kneeled behind her as his lips grazed the shell of her ear while one hand trailed over the front of her neck, “Did little one not learn her lesson?” Feeling his breath tickle her skin made her halt her movements as she was playing with the tea set he had gifted her when he returned from Paris after a two-month deployment. “I just wanted daddy to spend time with me,” She nervously gulped down, “Missed you too much.” He knew she had good intentions, but that didn’t excuse her behaviour; and he made it clear by tightening his grip on her neck by pushing his fingers down on the sides of her neck as he whispered, “I missed you too but you don’t see me getting all whiny now do you?” The iron grip he had on her neck allowed minimal movement as she shook her head no as she got even more ansty at that thought of what might follow. “Here I was ready to reward you — I've been watching the camera footage of you and noticed how you obeyed all of daddy’s rules.”
“Tătic, I wanna go out in the park!” Y/N whined as Bucky was hauling her over his left shoulder, into their shared living quarters. Using his metal hand, he swatted her bum softly as he scolded her, “Don’t you think you’ve had enough playtime today? It’s about time you spent some time with your daddy, sweetie.” When placing her back on her feet, she turned around to head for the door; the super soldier’s strength allowed him to prevent her sprinting figure from leaving him. “I’m gonna give you one last time to behave and stop wanting to go to the park, sweetheart,” He sternly scolded her, but she only persisted harder as her smaller hands hit against his chest as she wailed out, “Wanna go to the park! Wanna go out and play, tătic!” Continuously repeating those two sentences, Bucky has had enough of her whining state as he carried her once more and placed her on the dining chair she dreaded the most.
“Wanna be a fucking brat?” He muttered under his breath as he strapped the belt just right under her breasts before joining the lock on her thighs — effectively restricting her movement and there was no way for her to break free from it since there was a padlock to both belts, “Then I’ll treat you like a fucking brat.” Y/N was now full on sobbing as she sat on the chair and looked at the Avenger with a pout, “Just wanna play more with Peter and Wanda and Steve!” She managed to get out in between hiccups; Bucky levelled his face with her with a mocking pout of his own, “Is that what you want, sweetheart?” She nodded her head desperately as trashed around the restraints, wanting to rip it off of her. “But little sweeties like you don’t get to decide for themselves. That’s why you have your tătic, remember?” Deep down inside her, she knew he was right; so she remained silent as tears continued to race down her cheeks. Bucky used his flesh hand to wipe her face off as he kissed her forehead lovingly, “And I think it’s about time you ate some snacks hm? How about some of those cookies we baked?”
“Doll? You called for me?” Steve peered his head from the door of her playroom; he was currently going over the file Sam sent over to him when his little doll shrieked out loud for him, and he rushed over to the next door as he thought that something bad had happened to her. Low and behold there she was smiling widely as she was sitting on the floor while playing with her train and car set, “Hi, sir.” Puzzled with her behaviour he knelt down to level with her as he pressed the back of his palms to her forehead and neck — checking her temperature as he asked, “Are you alright, doll? Are you sick? Why did you call me?” Sheepishly grinning at him, she shrugged her shoulders, “Nothing, sir. Just wanted to see how you were.” Thinking that she was concerned with his well-being, he cooed as he kissed her forehead, “‘M doing good, doll. Just need to work for a bit before we spend some time together okay?”
“Yes, sir,” She saluted, making Steve laugh as he exited the room and headed back to his office. A few minutes into reading the file, he once again heard her yell out for him, “Sir! Come over here!” He went back to her playroom, “What’s wrong, doll?” He didn’t see anything wrong or out of place since the last time he was in here — she was still sitting on the floor as she was playing with her toys. Peering up at him as she batted her lashes, “Missed you, sir.” The former Avenger had to sigh out loud before answering her, “You know I have to work right? I need to finish my work before being with you?” This upset her as she threw the toys she was playing with on the floor as she crossed her arms, “I don’t want you to work! I wanna be with my sir!” It was adorable to see her in such a needy state for him; but that didn’t excuse her for disrupting his work and for flinging her toys on the floor. Walking over to where she was, he carried her with him to his office, “Okay doll, you get to sit on sir’s lap as he works — does that sound good?” Nodding her head up and down against his broad chest, she squealed excitedly and hugged his torso; her cheerful reaction however, was short-lived as she quickly whined out in complaint when he said, “Though I will have to punish you for disturbing me and for throwing your toys, doll. You get no cummies for a week and some spanks later, okay?”
“Can we go now, Captain?” Y/N asked as she batted eyelashes sweetly at her boyfriend as she had her arm hooked tenderly around his muscular one. Leaning over to whisper in her ear, his beard tickled her skin a bit as he answered, “You know we can’t just go yet, baby girl.” It had only been a half hour after he had been given a medal for his service during his time in the army and now they were currently eating their meal as Sy chatted with one of his former superiors. Since she didn’t know anyone else, she let her eyes wander around the venue as she currently wasn’t conversing with anyone. Wanting to relieve her dry throat, she drank a bit of the water and noticed how Sy’s superior excused himself to go to the bathroom; wanting to take advantage, she then traced the newly added medal on his uniform, “So shiny, Captain.” Her small, fascinated voice caught his attention and he kissed her forehead, “Like it, baby girl?” In an instant, her mood changed as she bluntly confessed, “Not really; just wanna go home now. That’s what I like! Wanna play with my shiny toys,” She whined, referring to the iPad he ordered her to leave at home since she wasn’t allowed to use it for this event.
“If you continue to act like this then I might just ban you from using your shiny toy for a month,” Sy exhaled angrily as he gripped her thigh through her dress tightly, leaving his handprint on her skin. Shocked with his sudden display of aggressiveness — especially since they were in public — she nodded but still managed to whimper, “Don’t wanna be here anymore, Cap’n. Wanna go home now.” Seeing how restless she was being, he decided to play around with it as smirked at her after setting the vibrator that was nested in her pussy to at the highest setting, “Well if you stay still for the rest of the hour, we’re gonna go home and I’m gonna reward you for your great behaviour.” Looking down on her phone, she gasped out loud when she read the time as 9:01 pm and whimpered as she realized the long hour ahead of her.
“Time for bed, little angel!” Lance declared after dressing his baby up in her onesie. Despite having just taken a bath, she sprinted off from the bathroom and onto her playroom; the gymnast was surprised when his girl left him alone while he had his back turned away from her as he was keeping the lotion and brush he had used on her. “What the? Angel, where are you?” Walking out of their shared bedroom, he opened the door to her playroom and yet she wasn’t there. Hearing the soft chatter coming from the television, he then went to the living room where he spotted her best girl watching her favorite cartoon. “Didn’t I tell you it was time to go to bed, angel?”
“Don’t wanna go to bed, papa,” Y/N calmly said as she snuggled into the couch even more. Taking a seat beside her, he placed her in his lap; she was instantly squirming away from his lap for she knew that he was gonna put a stop to her watching. “Wanna watch, papa! Don't’ wanna sleep!” Lance swiftly smacked her bum, hoping to calm her down, but it just made her wiggle away even more from the gold medallist. “Not going to sleep, papa,” She sassed as she pouted while her eyes were glued to the screen. Feeling his patience wear thin due to how she was being , he grabbed her by the cheeks, making her look down on his fierce, angered features, “This isn’t my angel whom I’m talking to. I think this is someone else’s little brat,” He observed as his thumb ran across her lips, “Might have to ask around for who owns this little brat so they can go back to their respectful caregiver.” Terrified at the thought of being away from him, Y/N launched herself to curl on Lance’s lap as she wrapped her arms around his neck, “I’m your good angel, papa! I promise! I’m gonna go for bedtime now,” She was spitting out the words in a rush. Smirking, he turned the television off as he carried his angel to their shared bedroom; kissing her forehead, he rubbed her back to calm down her sobbing figure, “There’s my angel! I knew she would never leave me alone.”
“Princess, what’s wrong?” Ransom had been waiting for her to come out of the bathroom since they were headed to Harlan’s for dinner with his family. Hearing no coherent response from her, he went inside and saw how she was sitting in her vanity, wearing the dress he told her to wear, “You look ready to me, princess. Let’s go.” She turned to face him and instead of giddily standing up and latching her arm with his, she just sat there and told him, “I’m not going with king.” Smirking since the spoiled Drysdale thought that she was bluffing, he sarcastically asked, “And why is that?” With a pointed look and firm tone she answered, “‘Cause I don’t want to! Wanna be a princess in here!” Upon realizing how her little persona was clouding her mind, Ransom wanted to ease her worries. Kneeling in front of her, he grabbed both her hands, kissed the back of both palms as he looked her straight in the eyes and promised her, “You still can be my little princess when we’re having the dinner; you don’t have to be a big girl when we’re over there.”
“But won’t they think I’m weird?” His statement just caused her to stress even more despite being in her comfort space. “Don’t wanna go at all, king. Just staying here, and in this pretty dress.” This just irked Ransom even more as he thought he was giving her solutions to her dilemmas, but clearly it just didn’t solve anything at all. She continued to whine about how his family would think even poorly of her when he decided he just had enough; he grabbed both her arms and guided her to her feet, dragging her to his car. Catching his drift, she panicked a bit, “I don’t have any shoes on, king!” Opening the passenger door, he shoved her to sit down, buckling her seatbelt as he spoke, “Well too bad, princess. Maybe if you weren’t too whiny you would have shoes on your cute feet.” As he began to drive to his grandfather’s mansion, she was letting out huffs of annoyance and threatened her, “If you keep pouting and whining you won’t get any new clothes for a month,” And that shut her up real quick as she remained silent for the rest of the drive.
“Okay honey, here you go,” Clark sing-songed as he presented you with a plate of pancakes with strawberries around it to mimic hair whereas the chocolate placed on the flapjack was formed into a smiley face, “Bon appétit, honey.” It was her favorite breakfast, and yet it didn’t lighten up her mood or even get her to smile; with a pout, she crossed her arms after pushing the plate away from her. “Use your words, honey,” He reminded in a stern yet gentle tone. Despite his warning, she wasn’t threatened or scared as she continued to wordlessly pout and push the plate even further away from her unti; the plate hit the hero’s forearm that was on the counter. Exhaling angrily, he warned her one last time, “Unless you want a punishment I suggest you tell me what’s wrong.”
“Mad at bubba,” She finally spoke out quickly as she finally looked at him with a fierce look on her face; but it didn’t faze Clark for he thought that it was a really adorable look and it reminded him of an angry baby bear. “Why are you mad at me, honey?” She debated internally whether or not she should tell him about it before ultimately deciding to continue being bratty and leave him unanswered. The Kryptonian scoffed as he watched her saunter over to the couch and turn on the television; with purposeful strides, he walked on over to where she was, he sat beside her as he yanked her arm to get her to look at him while he stared at her with dark eyes and spoke huskily, “Cut that attitude out honey or I will have to spank you until you forget about why you were being such a fucking brat.” It wasn’t just his threat that had her trembling in fear but it was also the way he held onto her rigidly, letting her know that he wasn’t in the mood to play games with her. After nervously nodding her head, Clark calmed down a bit as he cleared his throat, “Good, now tell me why are you acting this way, honey.”
