Ok, so this was a little thing I did a while ago. Not even a one-shot, just playing with the idea of a sub Blossom.
D&s
"You see, as leader of the PowerPuff Girls, I am always in charge, and refuse to step down at any given situation. As you know..."
Brick nodded, "I sure do."
"However, when you see sexuality from a psychological lens, you can admit that most fetishes - kinks, if you will, stem from a place of the forbidden. It's not as much as I want to be dominated-"
He rested a hand on her thigh, "You just get wet from it."
"It arouses me, yes. But it makes sense since it's a position my subconscious mind seeks to alleviate itself and go through the experience of being dominated and giving up control for my own pleasure, with no guilt or repercussions, within a controlled situation. You see?"
His hand moved inward, pausing next to her groin. Brick smirked when he felt her stiffen.
"Oh yes, Miss Utonium, your psychological assessment of you being my bitch is absolutely correct."
Blossom scowled at him, folding her arms. After a pause, she looked from one side to another.
"What?" His voice was husky, "You can walk up and leave anytime you want."
There were not a lot of people in the cafe, the lights were dim, and they were in a very secluded corner.
"But I am pleased to see that my orders," He chuckled, running his index finger up her labial folds, "were so obediently followed."
'No panties. Shortest skirt your prude ass owns.'
Turns out, Townsville's prude shortest skirt was actually pretty short.
Brick's grin grew wider, feeling the redhead next to him trembling. Being the intransigent brat she was, Blossom remained with arms crossed, refusing to look at him.
"Good girl..."
"Th..."
He raised an eyebrow, "What was that?"
Blossom swallowed, pouting down at her lap. Her cheeks were fervently red.
"I said... thnk y s..." She muttered under her breath.
Brick's chuckle was mischievous, "I still can't hear you."
"You have a super hearing!" Blossom hissed.
"Oh?" His finger went down, and with that another shiver down her spine, "But you see, I'm ordering you to speak out loud..." His fingers went up in a circle, "If you don't do that, we can either stay here..."
Blossom braced herself, feeling his fingers trailing dangerously close to her clit... and then missing it. She breathed out.
"Or you can leave." His lips brushed her ears, "There's nothing stopping you - other than my will."
Blossom finally turned her gaze to him, her cheeks burning red, her arms were no longer crossed, but rather bracing her, to keep herself from shivering. She bit down her lip at his smirk.
"And I know you won't disobey my will because you are mine. Now..." Brick looked into her eyes, "why did you leave without panties again?"
Blossom swallowed her pride, "Because you said-"
"Nuh-huh."
"Ordered. You ordered me to... do that."
Brick nodded, in encouragement, as he went back to trailing circles, almost brushing next to her clit, "And when I say, you're a good girl, what do you say back..."
"Thank you, Sir..."
The man considered. She still sounded strangled, but that was as far as Blossom would go, saying it out loud in a public environment.
"Good enough." He smiled, "But still, you didn't say it out loud the first time I told you, did you?"
Blossom bit down her lip, "N... No, Sir."
Brick faked a tired sigh, clicking his tongue. His fingers were as slow as could be, she was nearly soaking his fingers.
"So, let's make some memory exercises..." His tone acquired a hint of cruelty, and Blossom swallowed again, recognizing the sparkle in his blood-red eyes.
She trembled with a nod, "Yes, Sir."
Maybe if she was extra compliant, he'd go easy on her...
Or so she thought. Until she felt his knuckles lightly grazing against the flesh of her clit.
She was wrong.
Blossom, commander, and leader whimpered.
"What are you?"
"I am yours..." Blossom swallowed, trying to concentrate on not yelping, or getting her voice too loud. Brick simply blinked, expecting the rest.
"My what?"
"Property... Your... your bitch..." She swallowed again, and those eyes had no intention of ever stopping, "Your..." Blossom shut her eyes, swallowed, before looking back at him, "Sir, I'm your slave, your sub. To obey your every order, and wish."
A moment of pause passed, before Brick smiled, deciding he was content with the amount of humiliation she put on display for him.
"See?" He cocked his head, innocently sucking his fingers off, "It wasn't that hard, was it? C'mon now, babe, your coffee is getting cold."
She could leave anytime. That's right. She could just turn her heels around, and leave, and not agree to enter his apartment... Ok, she'd just agreed to... Alright, but now... Now's the right time to-
"Are you wearing it?"
"Yes, sir." Blossom nearly slapped her mouth, hating the way the answer came out so automatically.
Brick simply chuckled, leaning against his dinner table, "How cute, you're learning so fast!" There wasn't much to do, but Blossom could still scowl at him, "Next lesson is teaching you how to properly beg me to fuck you, or allow you to cum."
Blossom just scoffed at that, "See, that's a limit-"
"And we'll just trespass that limit with the power of horniness, babe." He cut her off.
"Brick, not everything-"
"Well, you learned your lesson right now at the cafe, didn't you?" He raised an eyebrow, to which Blossom groaned.
"It's, it's not the same-"
"And, if I'm not mistaken, you are wearing..."
Blossom growled, removing her scarf to reveal a red dog leash with an O-ring around her neck, "Yes! Yes, I am wearing the..." She impatiently motioned at the accessory, "Yeah."
Brick cheekily raised an eyebrow, "See? You're my bitch, and you'll do anything I tell you if I get you horny enough."
"Keep trying me." Her glare now meant business.
Excuse me? This was Blossom Utonium he was speaking to. She'd beat him in more fights than they both could count. Yes, they had a little arrangement, but it didn't mean-
"What are you doing?"
Brick seemed to be deep in thought, stroking his chin, "Figuring out what's best..."
"Best?" Blossom straightened her back, trying to look as dignified as somebody with a slave leash on could, "What do you mean?"
"I don't know..." He trailed off, picking up a chained leash from the table, "if I'd rather have you crawl..." Blossom set her scariest glare, making it known she was absolutely not gonna crawl on fours like a dog. Yet, according to Brick.
He must've read her thoughts because the RowdyRuff dropped his act within seconds.
"No, you've had enough today..." He paced towards Blossom with a smile, connecting the leash to the ring in her collar, "I'm a benevolent god, you know."
Blossom opened her mouth to say something, but then...
Click.
She closed it.
Brick looked into her eyes with a smirk, rolling the chain around his knuckles. She was so pretty looking up at him with those widened pink eyes, and flustered cheeks. He grabbed her chin, grazing his thumb on her quivering lower lip. Brick swore he could almost feel her melt under that touch.
"Think we have unfinished business, don't we?"
Blossom looked nothing but mystified as he pulled her by a chain for an eager, deep kiss, which she gladly reciprocated, shivering as his free hand ventured up the nape of her neck and started grabbing fistfuls of her hair.
His lips only parted from hers for a swift moment.
"Top off," was all he breathed, before moving to trail his lips down to her neck.
Blossom failed at suppressing a moan, as she clumsily unbuttoned her shirt. Why did she always go for button-ups when she knows it takes so long to get them off?
A growl from Brick as he nibbled her neck was enough to remind her why.
As soon as Blossom's shirt hit the floor, Brick pulled away with a devilish smirk, before leading her to the bedroom... by the leash.
"Come on, babe."
Blossom bit her lip down as he lead the way... She felt more helpless by each session, and maybe it wouldn't take too long until she started crawling for him like a dog. A part of her would've done it right there and then, albeit not without struggling, and refusing, and complaining at first.
Soon enough, the chain was disconnected from the ring collar. It clicked as Brick attached it to the clasp at the nape of her neck, before swiftly, but firmly, tying her hands behind her back with the chain.
"Efficient, isn't it?"
I may or may not update in the future. Idk, this was just for fun lol