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"Hey, um, is this Miranda?"
"It is. Who am I talking with?"
Oh thank god, he was worried he saved the wrong number for a moment there. Danny hit his wrist against the side of the pipe again, the motion doing nothing to break the dampener off. "Cool, um. God. I feel so awkward calling you. It's Danny- um Daniel Fenton? I'm part of the Launchpad Program going on this summer with Wayne Industries? The, um, the like twenty or so high school interns and whatever?"
"Daniel," There was the click of typing and then a hum of recognition from Miranda. "I do remember you, you were the kid that tripped in the lobby and got a bloody nose his first day. Is there something wrong?"
"I, ah, how do I say this without sounding stupid-"
"Daniel, I had an intern call me the other day because she accidentally ended up locked in a custodial closet alone. Nothing phases me."
"Oh, okay. Um, I kinda got kidnapped. Just a little bit." This time, when he tried to bash the dampener off, there was a crack from the bone, followed by blossoming pain when his powers couldn't flood in to heal it. "Also, I think I'm in shock."
"âŚPrevious point withdrawn."
#fanfic#danny phantom#danny fenton#dc comics#dpxdc#dc x dp#also thanks to everyone for getting my dani hits nightwing with a wok post to 5k notes#wip hell#tw: kidnapping#but like a mild kidnapping#recreational kidnapping for the soul#danny is mostly fine
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Here's the kidnapping this I was talking about. Lol
The early morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, and the quiet hum of Miracle City was beginning to stir outside. Manny hummed as he poured himself a cup of coffee, glancing at the clock. Breakfast was ready, and it was time to get Mateo up. Leaving Danny to finish up in the kitchen, he walked toward Mateoâs nursery, still groggy but smiling at the thought of seeing his sonâs tiny, sleepy grin.
âGood morning, Mateo!â Manny called softly as he opened the door. The crib was still and quiet. âAlright, buddy, time to wakeââ He stopped mid-sentence, his words catching in his throat. The crib was empty.
For a moment, Manny didnât panic. âInvisible again, huh?â he muttered to himself, glancing around the room. âMateo, mi vida, come on, no games. Itâs time for breakfast.â He crouched down, looking under the crib and behind the dresser, expecting to see his mischievous toddler hiding.
But the room remained eerily silent.
A chill ran down his spine as he went the door, his brain running to worst case scenarios. âDanny!â Manny called, his voice sharp and urgent.
Danny appeared in an instant, as he phased had through the wall. âWhatâs wrong?â he asked, his eyes already scanning the room.
Manny gestured to the empty crib. âI think he went invisible again,â he said quickly. âBut I canât find him.â
Dannyâs green eyes narrowed as he extended his senses, searching for the faint hum of Mateoâs ghostly core. The room fell into a tense silence as Danny concentrated, his brows furrowing deeper by the second. âMannyâŚâ Danny said, his voice tight. He turned, his glowing eyes locking onto his husbandâs. âHeâs⌠not here. I canât sense his core.â
The weight of Dannyâs words hit Manny like a punch to the gut. âWhat do you mean heâs not here?â Manny demanded, his voice trembling. âHe has to beââ
âWait,â Danny interrupted, his eyes darting to the nightstand. A folded piece of paper was propped up against Mateoâs favorite stuffed toy. Slowly, Danny reached for it, unfolding the note with shaky hands.
The message was scrawled in meticulous yet menacing handwriting:
If you want your son back, come find me. Letâs see how far the great Danny Phantom and El Tigre will go to protect their precious halfa. Heâs with me now. Donât keep me waiting.
Dannyâs hand tightened around the paper, the edges curling as his energy flared. He could practically feel the ectoenergy radiating off of him.
Mannyâs breathing quickened, and his hands clenched into fists. âWhoâŚ?â his whispered, his voice dangerously low.
Dannyâs glowing eyes burned brighter as he crumpled the note in his hand. âIt doesnât matter who,â he growled, his voice cold and full of fury. âThey took our son. Thatâs all I need to know.â
Mannyâs spun his belt and his claws shot out with a metallic snap, his teeth gritted in a snarl. âThey have no idea who they just messed with.â
âTheyâre going to learn,â Danny said, his voice ice-cold as his aura surged with power. âLetâs bring Mateo home.â
As Danny and Manny stormed back into the living room, Danny clenched the crumpled note in his hand, his glowing eyes blazing with fury.
Manny was pacing, claws snapping in and out, his mind racing through every possible suspect. âI swear,â Manny growled, âwhen I get my hands on themââ
âItâs Vlad,â Danny interrupted, his voice sharp and sure.
Manny froze mid-step, turning to face his husband. âWhat?â
âIt has to be Vlad,â Danny said, spreading the crumpled note out on the table. He tapped the jagged handwriting with his finger. âNo one else in Miracle City knows Mateo is a halfa. Most of them donât even know what a halfa is. And thisâŚâ Dannyâs voice trailed off as he stared at the note, his hand trembling with barely-contained rage. âThis is exactly his style.â
Mannyâs claws scraped against the table as he leaned forward. âThat smug bastard from Amity Park? He took Mateo?â
Danny nodded, his jaw tight. âThink about it. Heâs the only one who couldâve figured it out. He knows how to stay under the radar in the Ghost Zone, and he mustâve learned about our portal here. It wouldnât take much for him to find us.â
Manny slammed his hands down on the table, his claws leaving faint gouges in the wood. âWhy? Why would he come after Mateo?â
Dannyâs glowing eyes darkened. âBecause heâs obsessed with halfa biology. He always has been. He probably wants to experiment or⌠or study him.â Dannyâs voice broke slightly, his fists clenching as he forced himself to keep going. âHeâs not going to hurt himâhe wouldnât dare. But that doesnât mean Mateo isnât in danger.â
Manny stepped closer to Danny, placing a hand on his shoulder. âWeâre going to get him back, mi amor,â he said firmly. âNo one messes with our son. No one.â
Danny took a deep breath, steadying himself before nodding. âWeâll start with the portal,â he said. âIf he came through the Ghost Zone, I can track his trail.â
The two of them rushed to their ghost portal, located in the small lab space theyâd built in their garage. Danny activated the portal, his rings flashing around him as he transformed into Danny Phantom. His icy green aura flared as he stepped inside, Manny following close behind.
Danny extended his senses, searching for Vladâs energy signature. It didnât take long to find itâfaint, but unmistakable, like a trail of breadcrumbs leading deeper into the Ghost Zone. âHeâs smart,â Danny muttered. âHe covered his tracks, but not well enough.â
âWhereâs he taking him?â Manny asked, his voice tight.
âProbably one of his old lairs,â Danny said, his eyes narrowing as he followed the trail. âHeâs been obsessed with me since I was a kid. Now heâs trying to mess with my family? Not fucking happening.â
Mannyâs fists clenched, his claws glinting. âHe picked the wrong people to mess with.â
As they followed the trail deeper into the Ghost Zone, the air grew colder, the eerie green glow of the Zone becoming darker and more foreboding. The tension between them was palpable, their shared anger and determination driving them forward.
Finally, they reached a familiar floating island, its jagged towers looming against the swirling green sky. Dannyâs aura flared brighter as he floated toward the entrance. âThis is it,â he said, his voice ice-cold. âHeâs here.â
Manny nodded, his claws snapping into place as he prepared for the fight ahead. âLead the way, mi fantasma.â
The eerie hum of Vladâs lab filled the air as Danny and Manny phased into the cavernous space. The cold, metallic walls reflected the pale green glow of machinery lining the room, their sharp hums and beeps creating an unsettling rhythm.
At the center of it all, Mateo sat in what looked like a cage, but more sinister. The contraption, built like a playpen, had wires and tubes running from it to machines monitoring Mateoâs vitals and energy levels.
Mateoâs hair was white, his little face glowing faintly as he babbled nervously, his wide green eyes darting to the flashing lights around him.
The moment Danny and Manny stepped into the room Danny's ghost sense flared. Then Mateoâs did the same as he perked up and reached toward them, a pleading whimper escaping his tiny lips.
âAh,â Vladâs voice rang out smoothly as he emerged from behind one of the monitors. âIâm glad you could make it, Daniel. And you brought your... fiery... companion, I seeââ
Vlad didnât get the chance to finish. Manny launched himself across the room like a bullet, his claws snapping out as he landed a brutal punch square across Vladâs face.
The older halfa staggered back, clutching his jaw as ectoplasmic blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
âYpu shut the fuck up!â Manny snarled, his claws sparking dangerously as he loomed over Vlad. âYou kidnapped our baby, you absolute psycho.â
Vlad straightened slowly, wiping the ectoplasmic blood off his chin with a dark smirk. âHow... brute-like,â he said, his tone dripping with condescension.
âIâm seriously considering ripping your ghost core out of your chest,â Manny hissed, his voice low and deadly. âSo shut the fuck up before I stop considering it.â
Danny, meanwhile, phased through the machines, his sharp green eyes scanning every wire and tube connected to Mateoâs cage. âItâs okay, Mateo,â Danny said, his voice steady but trembling slightly with emotion. âIâm here, buddy. Papiâs gonna get you out.â
Mateo reached his tiny hands toward Danny, his babbles turning to relieved cries. Dannyâs hands glowed as he phased through the lock on the cage, disconnecting the wires with practiced precision.
Vladâs smirk faded slightly as he straightened, his eyes narrowing. âYou should be thanking me, Daniel,â he said, his voice cold. âIâm doing research that could save himâsave all of your offspring.â
Danny froze for a moment, his glowing hands pausing mid-motion as he turned to glare at Vlad. âOffspring?â he repeated, his voice icy.
Vlad gestured to the monitors displaying data about Mateo. âYes, offspring,â he said with a sharp edge. âThe few hours of research Iâve conducted already show fascinating results. Ghost DNA is dominant in your childâs genetics. All of your children will be halfas, Daniel. Itâs a biological certainty.â
Mannyâs claws twitched, his fists tightening as his anger bubbled over. âYou kidnapped my son,â he growled, his voice low and menacing. âYou donât get to talk about himâor any of our possible kidsâlike theyâre science experiments.â
Vlad raised an eyebrow, his expression calm but his eyes calculating. âIâm providing answers you would never have found on your own,â he said smoothly. âMateo is remarkably stable for a halfa his age. His powers are developing at a much faster rate than yours ever did, Daniel."
âHeâs a baby!â Danny snapped, his aura flaring as he turned back to Vlad. âYou donât get to experiment on him just because youâre curious!â
With one final, glowing swipe, Danny phased Mateo out of the cage, pulling him close and wrapping his arms protectively around him. Mateo clung to Danny, his cries quieting as he buried his face in his papiâs shoulder.
Vladâs gaze lingered on the child, his expression unreadable. âYouâre wasting an opportunity,â he said softly. âHe could be the key to understandingââ
âI donât care!â Danny interrupted, his voice sharp and venomous. âHeâs my son, not your science project.â
Manny stepped forward, his claws glowing as he loomed over Vlad once more. âYou ever come near him again,â Manny said, his voice deadly calm, âand I will rip your core out. No warnings next time.â
Vlad stared at Manny for a long moment, his smirk returning faintly as he dabbed at his split lip. âNoted,â he said simply, though the dangerous glint in his eyes remained. âTake your leave, then. But remember, Daniel... knowledge is power.â
Danny didnât respond, his focus entirely on the trembling child in his arms. âLetâs go,â he said to Manny, his voice steady but laced with fury.
Manny nodded, keeping a sharp eye on Vlad as they backed toward the portal.
As they stepped through, leaving the lab behind, Danny held Mateo tightly, pressing a kiss to his sonâs hair. âItâs okay, mi vida,â he whispered. âWeâve got you.â
Manny placed a hand on Dannyâs back, his own rage slowly giving way to relief. âHeâs safe,â Manny said softly. âThatâs all that matters.â
But as they returned home, Danny couldnât shake the weight of Vladâs words. All your offspring will be halfas⌠It was a thought he didnât want to dwell onânot now, at least. Not when Mateo needed him more than ever.
#nicktoons unite#nicktoons#el tigre#el tigre the adventures of manny rivera#manny rivera#tigerghost#danny phantom#danny fenton#Manny is like violence is the only answer here#vlad you messed with not one supper powered parent but two!#mateo is not like not even a year yet#good parents#fan kids#ocs#rambles#kidnapping#mild angst
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6 - Adoption Isn't All It's Cracked Up To Be - Chapter Six
Hello! Sorry it's been so long, I just didn't feel like writing for a bit, but I got to read a lot of the comments people left me and that gave me a lot of motivation! So thank you. Anyway, this chapter is a lot shorter than the others, but I hope you enjoy it regardless.
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TW: discussion/mention of kidnapping, blood (all pretty mild)
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Jazzâs feet thumped against the uneven floorboards as she paced frantically across the hotel room. Much of the space was taken up by the worn bed, and her vision filled abruptly with a decrepit wall every couple of laden steps. She was growing quite familiar with these walls, with their peeling paint and scuffed baseboards and various patterns of decay. She kept pacing.
Eventually, the feeling of something trickling down her thumb brought her to attention, and she pulled her fingers away from her teeth to find her thumb bleeding, the nail rough and jagged from hours of worrying, the rest of her fingers not far behind.Â
If she was being honest, she felt rather jagged herself. Normally, her thoughts behaved like a brick wall, with her as the bricklayer. Neat, regulated rows of clay stacking upon one another and forming a solid, reliable foundation. Now, though, her thoughts splintered, like a broken mirror. A reflection distorted in the glass, showing a cracked and broken body, adorned with sharp, bloody edges. Creating gaps and shards that scattered everywhere, leaving Jazz to desperately try to put it all back together. It might have been in vain, though, for the biggest hole was missing, and nowhere to be found.Â
Now, if there were really a mirror, one would assume that the hole would reside over Jazzâs heart, showcasing a spiderweb of harsh edges tinted green spiking out from it and piercing each and every facet of her thoughts. One might also assume that Jazz, though perhaps only in the part of her mind where her secrets were kept, would name that hole Danny.Â
Did you know that mirrors are green? Jazz did. Jazz hated green. It was everywhere, she noticed it all the time now. Sheâd always marveled at the slight green glow that Danny seemed to create. She never imagined how bright and how glaring it would be when compared with crimson. Jazz didnât like green, anymore.
Ok. Deep breaths.
Danny had been gone for six hours, thirty seven minutes, and nearly forty five seconds. Possibly even longer, she had no idea when he had left or been taken.
Fuck, how could she have let this happen? Again? Danny, her sweet, wonderful baby brother, who babbled about stars and carried so much in life, was gone. Taken, probably, once more. Something must be wrong, or he would have come back by now. He would have at least let her know. He would have. (Or maybe heâs already gone, her mind whispered).
Was it her parents? (No, not your parents, not anymore; a quiet reminder) Or the GIW? Or both?Â
The whispers didnât stop. They didnât stop. In fact, they only grew in volume, becoming a torrent of voices that creaked and splintered and broke, jumping from accusation to accusation, pounding at her head and creating a cacophony that she couldnât escape.
Itâs all your faultâŚ
You failed again..
Heâs gone again.
Heâs been taken again!
You failed again!
Repeating over and over and over, the words built into a hurricane, the fractured pieces of her mind coming together to form a howling storm made of dark clouds and freezing rain, swirling into a single purpose:
To get her brother back.Â
And next, to make those who took Danny pay.Â
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So, that's it! Sorry again that it was so short, but I hope you liked it! If you have any constructive criticism to offer, I would be happy to hear it. I hope to be able to get some more chapters out, but then again school's starting, so we'll see. Thank you for reading!
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i dont knowwwwwwwwwww i just. my thing is that i think the changelings could have an interesting place in the narrative given jims whole conflict is about trying to navigate his place in two worlds neither of which he completely fits in but both of which he needs to be his complete and authentic self. but they shoot themselves in the foot by making strickler the main one and they get sooooo close to doing this with nomura before getting bored and doing it again but worse with strickler. so in my mind i think this is why i was so set on addy being a changeling because i want her to fill that narrative role of someone who's ACTUALLY chill about this dichotomy and who really loves this part of herself without the baggage inherent to nomnoms situation (not acknowledging strickler he did most of that to himself). i just think he needs someone who can show him that its actually genuinely very possible to have both halves of his heart especially post-potion. but man. you cant really get there without dancing around the janus order stuff. and i know if she was real it would just be a cheap lampshade like "welllll shes a polymorph so. no familiar no problem" but that opens up a can of worms that i feel responsible for. and just in general the entire thing has so much baggage. i wish this show was GOOD.
#like i like the concept that the changelings were troll babies tortured with dark magic i think for me it justifies arrghs fondness for her#because hes in an extremely similar situation and i think him watching it happen under his command would be enough for him to say hm. i can#do this anymore goodbye. and i like those kinds of dynamics a lot#so i feel like you can just take that aspect and run with it#instead of the familiars give them some sort or mild innate mental magic? so they can write their identities into peoples lives#so you can still get that sense of like. an invader where its not supposed to be#without having to touch goblin baby kidnapping#'but that ruins the whole plot with claire' idgaf figure it out. i would do somwthing wlse with that anyways#they retroactively imply claires magic is innate later on in wizards anyways#so if youre gonna do that just make her brother also have it in some way which would make him a valuable asset if noticed by someone like#strickler. make it smt with the bridge or some other thing where they neeeeeeeed a magic user and itd be too risky to like. kidnap a studen#so they cant take claire. or nobodys noticed she has powers yet#make it so the baby goes missing and nobody seems to remember him at all EXCEPT claire#bcz strickler mind powers. which tangent but u can also use later for his thing w jims mom#and makes the whole 'we have to erase her memories of him' less convoluted bullshit#anyways back on track. just have the baby at the bridge ceremony for magic power reasons and in the conflict smth grabs him and takes him#thru the portal in the hopes of opening the bridge frm the other side#anyways.tthey had options is all im saying and they chose to do it in the worst way possible#just scrap the janus order im not touching that#it was so fucking pointless anyways. they didnt DO anything not one single thing
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TMA FANDOM SOMEONE GIVE ME MAGNUS ARCHIVES BASED CONSPIRACY BOARD THEMES!! IM REDOING MY BOARD FOR THE NEW YEAR !!
#every year for the last two years I take down my old conspiracy#board and create a new conspiracy#and redo it#the last two years itâs been mothman themed#i think first year was just actual mothman facts and some mild inter dimensional trace#and the second one was a complicated plot involving kidnappings#time travel and the like#tma#the magnus archives#i need a good one#something I can make a cohesive board for#i have some bright green index cards for it and everything#i do also have alarge framed picture of an old man with glowing green eyes that I photo shopped to be Jonah Magnus if that helps#kinda sad to be taking down my fake articles about how mothmans an inter dimensional being#but Iâve already taken down half the board
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DEANJOHN PPL DO THEY ENGAGE WITH FEAR PLAY AT ALL??
#make a post about it let me knoooow#john kidnapping/stalking the boys for 'training' is very near and dear to me#and also the fact that they have such mild reactions to cuts/pain/etc.. obv part is tv but !! john having a knife kink!!#the WAY they talk about the colt im like đ¤¨đ#..#deanjohn
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MONKEES FAN-SCRIPT: "A Cuppa Monkees"
Summary: Club owner Eugene âGeneâ Henderson takes the Monkees back to London with him so they can perform at his Grotto Club- Gene's regular group The EarWygs, however, are less than pleased about this.
Warnings: Kidnapping
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#Yes the EarWygs are a very obvious beatles ripoff#and this plot is kinda similar to Friendly Neighbourhood Kidnappers#but it's not like Davy didn't almost get married during 3 different episodes#i think i'm free to reuse aswell#the monkees#monkees#fan script#fanfic#tw kidnapping#mild flashing#not sure if the glitter text is flashy enough to warrant that#but better safe than sorry
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I should rly get around to designing the Jackies and Olivias from my swap aus now that I have ideas for how to differentiate them for their non swapped counterparts, but at the same time the eternal dread of having to commit to either keeping or changing the gravitas uniform for the swap aus hangs over me with ever increasing pressure, so maybe I can just only draw headshots of them and commit to that til the end of time instead
#rat rambles#oni posting#but actually I probably will keep the uniforms because I like them and theyre fun to draw#plus I dont think making olivia director inherently means that the uniform would change so I can get away with it#olivia and jackie would have probably come up with that together anyways simular to the rest of gravitas branding#theyve probably had all of that decided on since their college days lol#but yeah Ive been thinking abt the swap aus more since it's fun to put olivia into a more antagonistic role#even if the levels of antagonistic varry heavily and in most of the universes jackie is also an antagonist even as the primary pov#a lot of these in universe would be mostly jackie pov rambling about some bullshit that doesnt matter while the real meat in the other logs#all imply some gnarly shit abt olivia and how shes faring as director#shes typically not as bad as her non swapped jackies but she rly pushes it in the swapped rat universe#and by that I kind of just mean she is simply just worse but she at least almost handled the divorce better than canon jackie#I say almost because she did proceed to kidnap the woman after she admittedly broke into gravitas facilities after being fired but still#generally speaking kidnapping and semi murdering your ex for science is t a cool move no matter how justified you feel#the other two olivias are a lot less openly corrupt with rabbit au olivia being mostly just more mean and raccoon au olivia just having a#smidge of a god complex that she generally never acted on to be shitty#also one of those olivias was in a toxic codependent relationship with her unstable wife and the other was also in an toxic codependent#relationship with her wife but her wife proceeded to murder her about it#the jackies are all pretty shitty tho even if in mostly different ways#we have petty incel jackie we have emotionally manipulative jackie and we have the reason raccoon au olivia has a mild god complex jackie#and then we're forced to sit and watch as each jackie reads through their shitty actions as memoryless pods acting like theyd never do that#only to remember and sit in horror at the fact that at the end of the day their actions had little concequence to the greater universe and#that the only thing they achieved in life was hurting the woman they loved most and dying in a way that ultimately meant nothing#which is another reason Ive been thinking abt these aus sm as I love narratively kicking the shit out of jackie its fun#its a sign of my deepest love <3#Im so much nicer to main au jackie which is saying smth since one of them gets literally murdered#albeit swap rat au jackie also gets sorta murdered so raccoon au jackie rly isn't special in that regard#at least she wasnt held hostage before hand it was a spur of the moment event#anyways I need to shower before it gets too late Im trying to maintain a msidgen of a sleep schedule
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a/n:Â some time ago i asked you guys on a poll what dude you wanted in this story and you all chose bucky, so here it is! also, i partly blame you all for how unhinged it turned out... like you get maybe 6,69% of the blame for the push you gave me... the rest is just me being a hoe
summary:Â a tale of the three times a nurse was kidnapped by new yorkâs most notorious gang.Â
warnings:Â dark!mob boss!bucky barnes x nurse!reader x doctor!peter parker, smut, dark content, noncon/dubcon, mob au, mobsters!steve rogers, clint barton, tony stark, scott lang, bruce banner, the gang is called the avengers, doctor!kate bishop, enemies to lovers, kidnapping, violence, weapons, blood, being drugged, alcohol consumption, possessiveness, kissing, clothed x completely naked, panty sniffing, dirty talk, manhandling, size kink, gaping, belly bulge, oral, fingering, fisting, pussyjob, in bucky's mind it's brat taming, dumbification, impact play, squirting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, somno, bondage, mild knife play, mild gunplay, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cumplay
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You flinched jaggedly as the dark cloth bag was finally ripped off your head. Eyes immediately squinting, they still strained to take in the unfamiliar space youâd been dragged to.Â
You were no longer in the hospitalâs dark parking lot, nor were you in the black van youâd suddenly been tossed into, but instead, you found yourself in a dark living room. It was elegantly decorated, from the Persian rug to the dramatic, antique fireplace flicking behind the cluster of suit-clad criminals glaring down at you.Â
âThis her?â one of them grumbled.Â
âYep, one doctor as per your request,â the one whoâd abducted you grinned, proudly planting a palm on his hip, âeven choose a pretty one just for shits and giggles,â his starkly different mannerisms only made the others seem that much more intimidating.Â
The broad-figured one with a shock of sandy hair then stepped closer to where you stood, âalright, hereâs the thing, doc,â his head tilted slightly to get on your level as he spoke to you directly, âyouâre gonna do exactly as we say and then everything will be alright, okay?â he stared in your eyes as you offered him a shaky nod, âokay,â he exhaled, âyou got a name?â
âY/n Y/l/nâŚâ you uttered before hearing yourself try to correct, âbut IââŚâ
âBut what?â the same man croaked.Â
âI-Iâm not a doctorâŚâ
âGod damn it!â someone rumbled as everyoneâs eyes flicked to the man whoâd captured you, âwe canât fucking trust the new guy to do anything.â
âWell, sheâs wearing scrubs,â he tried, frantically gesturing to your uniform, âI just thoughtââ
âYou fucked up, Lang!â the first man who youâd heard speak barked loudly, âand now weâre not just gonna lose one of our brothers tonight, but also the head of the snake. Great fucking job,â a sharp click then caused your eyes to find the gun he yanked out, âand now she gotta die as wellââ
âWait!â you shrieked as both of your palms shot up in the air, âno! Please donât kill me! I-Iâm a nurse! Iâm a nurse! I can help! Whoeverâs hurt, I can help!â
Seemingly superior to the others present, the blonde one stared at you intensely for a while before exhaling a verdict, âshit⌠well, I guess itâs better than nothingâŚâ his polished shoes then began to shuffle before he gestured to you, âcome this way.âÂ
Hesitantly, you slowly shadowed him out of the living room, down a dim hallway, and into the chamber that bloomed at the bottom of the corridor. In the centre of the dark room, bathed by two glowing pendants, stood a large pool table, and upon the green felt, with colourful orbs haphazardly scatted all about, there laid a man, unconscious and bleeding.Â
The brunetteâs suit was sodden with crimson, though you couldnât tell from here how much of it was his own.Â
The gangster who was standing by the side and watching over the wounded individual glanced up at your arrival and asked his fellow men, âthis the doctor?âÂ
âNo, itâs a fucking stripper,â you twisted your neck at the sarcastic tone as the guy whoâd only moments ago pulled a gun on you waltzed past you and entered the room as well, âyes, of course it is, Tony. Howâs the boss?â
âStill alive,â he answered in a sigh and cast his glance back down upon the man on the pool table.Â
Slowly stepping up, you carefully let your stare wash over the mobster, from the frazzled and blood-soaked attire to the metal-looking hand poking out one of the sleeves.Â
âWhat happened?â you asked carefully.Â
âMiss,â someone grumbled as they set a bag of supplies down beside you on the games table, âjust fix him.âÂ
âIf you wanna give your friend a better chance, then you give me as much information as possible about what happened to him,â you uttered as you found a pair of gloves and slipped them on.Â
Letting out a sigh, the blonde fellow then said, âit was a shootout.â
Snatching up a pair of scissors, you began to snip in the manâs clothes, staring at the sleeve closest to you, âhow many times was he shot?â
âI donât know, heâ⌠a lot of rounds went off,â he grunted, the events of the night weighting his broad shoulders down, âI wasnât exactly counting.âÂ
Two bullets. Thatâs how many you found when his dress shirt was in tatters on the floor. One was lodged in his right arm four finger widths above his elbow, while the other had strayed a bit further north and buried itself in his bulky bicep. You also found other scrapes and scratches along his torso, assumingly from other bullets that hadnât been as lucky as those two.Â
The smallest of relieved sighs flowed from your lungs as you discovered that he wasnât in a critical enough condition to be in need of a surgeon, at least not from what you could tell with the limited resources currently at your disposal.Â
As you carefully set to work, first digging the bullets out before cleaning the wounds with saline, your lips slowly parted as you treaded a curved needle, ââŚso, not that I donât love the change to my evening plans,â you didnât dare shift your glance as you asked, âbut donât you have a regular guy for cleaning up these sorts of messes?âÂ
âWe did⌠he died tonight, trying to stop that from happening,â the blonde man gestured to the injuries you began to stitch up.Â
Blinking up to find his eye, you uttered sincerely, âIâm so sorry for your lossâŚâ feeling yourself, even under such circumstances, uncontrollably slip into those compassionate parts of your profession.Â
A slight scoff bubbled out of the gangster, taken aback by your unexpected gentleness, âyeah, me too. Banner was one hell of a guyâŚâ
Once each of the wounds were sutured closed and youâd bandaged him up, you pushed yourself back from the pool table.Â
âAlright,â you exhaled and glanced up at the criminals lurking in the shadows of the chamber, âIâm done.â
âYeah?â one of them stepped up to get a better look, âheâs alright?â
âNo, heâs not alright, he was shot multiple times and should be in a fucking hospital,â your eyes briefly fluttered shut as you heard yourself snap, ânow, can I please go home?âÂ
Catching the eye of the blonde one, second in command, you watched as his jaw briefly clenched, the muscles dancing beneath his skin before he breathed, âno, youâre not done.â
âBut I did exactly as you askedââ
âLike you said, he should be in a hospital right now, but we canât have that happen, so instead, youâre gonna stay here till heâs out of the woods.âÂ
âWhat? I canâtââ
âYouâre a nurse, right?â he croaked to shut you up, âso fucking do your job and nurse him back to health.â
Three whole days ended up passing by before Mr Barnes slowly began to regain consciousness.Â
âOh, youâre awake!â you snapped back into work mode, springing from your seat and leaning in over the bed which heâd previously been moved into. As the mobster instinctively began to sit up, his eyes barely open yet, you laid a soft palm upon his metal arm and uttered, âsir, please donât move,â and watched as his clenched jaw almost silenced a groan, âone second, Iâll give you something for the pain,â before you shifted a moment to scavenge through the supplies youâd been given. Once the medicine was found, you exhaled slowly as you injected it, gently pressing down the plunger of the syringe, âthere you goâŚâÂ
You let yourself suck in a deep breath before your sharp eyes washed over him, briefly assessing him as he woke, though as your gaze flickered up to meet his own, initially with the intent of checking his pupillary response, the manner he stared back at you caught you so of guard that a shiver trickled down your spine. Â
âSir, do you know what your name is?â you asked in a clear tone.Â
âMhmâŚâ he hummed and continued to stare at you as if you were an angel, âBuckyâŚâÂ
âBucky, great, thatâs good,â you nodded, âand do you know where you are?â
His gaze didnât shift away from your visage as he then murmured, âheavenâŚâ
âNo, I assure you, youâre not dead,â grasping the stethoscope draped around your neck, you shifted it into place to take a quick listen to his heart, âyou almost were, a few times, but you arenât.âÂ
As the steady thumping of his pulse filled your ears and seeped into your soul, his deep voice washed over you once again and layered atop the beat, âIâm guessing you had something to do with that?âÂ
Catching his unwavering eye a moment, you then averted yours and muttered, âI was just doing my jobâŚâ before retracting the stethoscope from his chest and casting your glance towards the door, âI should probably go tell the others that youâre awake.âÂ
TWO WEEKS LATER
ââŚand Mr Jensen in 401 is complaining of a headache, so you might wanna check that out as well.âÂ
âAlright, cool,â the doctor scribbled down the last of your words on the little notepad in his palm before his gaze flickered up to catch yours, âthank you so much, Y/n,â he flashed you a warm smile.Â
Mirroring his expression, you hugged the charts in your grasp closer to your chest, âany time, Dr Parker.âÂ
âPeter, please,â his thumb extended to click the top of his blue pen before sliding it into the breast pocket of his white coat, âhey, I was gonna go grab a cup of coffee right now, do you wanna join?â he tried to keep his tone casual.Â
Blinking back at him, your breath couldnât help but get caught in your throat, âIâ, uhm⌠Iâd love to, but I get off in a little bit. Wednesdays are always just morning shifts for me.âÂ
âOh, alright,â he nodded understandingly, though the gentle rejection still tainted his features slightly.Â
âBut another time,â you offered, successfully brightening his smile once more.Â
âYeah?â his elbow curled up to lean against the supportive railing that lined the hospital hallways.Â
âSure. I mean, I drink coffee, you drink coffee,â you awkwardly began to dig yourself into a hole, âthe chances of us bumping into each other at the coffee cart are pretty highââÂ
But your sentence was then cut short as Peterâs pager suddenly pinged in his pocket.
Fishing the small device out, his eyes flickered down to the small screen before he croaked, âoh, sorry. I gotta run.â
âOf course,â you swiftly waved a hand and watched as his feet began to shuffle into a run.Â
âTalk later!â Peter called over his shoulder before he rounded a corner and disappeared into the maze of the hospital.Â
Twisting around, your feet carried you the remaining distance towards the nursesâ station overlooking the ICU. As you laid the stack of files in your arms down on the counter, a familiar voice found your ears right before her visage popped into your periphery.
âPlease tell me that that was what I think it was.âÂ
Your gaze stayed glued on the charts a moment longer as you ignored your friendâs prying, âhello to you too, Kate.â
When your head finally raised and you let her catch your eye, her wide ones questioned you before she expectantly poked once more, âwell?â
âWell what?â you shrugged, though your feeble attempts at shutting the pending subject down failed as she shot you a glare, efficiently causing you to crumble with a sigh, âyes, he asked me out againâ, or kinda. It was just coffee.â
âAnd you finally said yes?â she smiled keenly.Â
Holding back your scoff, you simply uttered, âno,â before spinning on your heel.Â
âAgain?â she shuffled slightly to catch up to the pace you swiftly slipped into, âwhy not? Heâs kind, heâs a doctor, heâs hot,â she listed off, counting on her fingers, âheâs literally perfect for you.â
âI know he isâŚâ you tilted your head, almost with an air of shame, âheâs exactly the type of guy that I should be running afterâŚâÂ
Though you liked him as a person and cared for him enough to call him your friend, those feelings you caught yourself forcing just hadnât bubbled up yet. He was the kind of man that you deserved, that you should fall for, and certainly not the monster that still haunted you, that for some reason wouldnât stop popping into your mind, especially at inappropriate times, like very late at nightâŚÂ
âSo then why arenât you?â Kate asked as you entered the employee locker room.
And though thoughts of a gruff gangster caused your heart to swell, you still muttered, âI donât knowâŚâ as an excuse before you popped open your locker and uttered, âhey⌠what do you know about mobsters here in the city?
âOther than the horror stories Iâve picked up in the ER, not too much,â she leaned against the row of cubbies beside your own as you dug out your bag and began to change out of your scrubs and back into the clothes youâd worn early this morning when the sun was still only a promise waiting to rise, âthough I did grow up here, so I probably do know a bit more than you,â she acknowledged your move to the city only a few years prior, âwhy? Are you suddenly in the mood for a change in careers?â
Though the truth was on the tip of your tongue, you still found yourself obeying the commands the gangsters had sent you home with. Telling the cops was no use because they were all in their pockets, and confiding in a loved one also wasnât a smart choice as that would only put them in danger.Â
âHave you ever heard of someone called Bucky Barnes?â you asked, instinctively lowering your voice to a whisper.Â
The ever light-hearted expression plastered upon Kateâs face fell at the recognition of that name, âyeahâŚâ
âReally?â your brows rose, âwhat do you know about him?âÂ
âI mean, other than that heâs the supposed leader of the Avengers, not too much.â
âThe Avengers?â
âYeah, one of New Yorkâs most notorious gangs,â she let out a breath, âfrom what little I know, they get up to a shit ton of stuff straight out of a De Niro movie or something, but their real money maker is cocaine⌠I mean, thatâs why the head of the group is known as the winter soldier.âÂ
âHow do you know about all this stuff?â you squinted back at her in slight amazement.Â
âWent to med school with a few coke heads, might have dated one of them,â she blurted before shaking her head and getting back to the subject at hand, âanyways, Y/n, the point is, you donât wanna mess with those types, trust me.âÂ
âI know,â you uttered quietly as you shrugged on your coat and pushed your locker closed, âI wasnât planning on it, I was just curiousâŚâÂ
As you dragged your foaming toothbrush over the last of your teeth, a loud knock suddenly rattled your front door, causing you to jump atop the pink bathmat in your tiny bathroom.Â
Neck twisted out towards the entryway of your apartment, you briefly leaned over the sink to spit out the toothpaste slowly leaking out of your mouth, before your feet began to carry you towards the exit.Â
One of your palms momentarily ran over the edge of your pyjama-clad arm as the night chill soaked through the cotton and made you yearn for the warmth of your bed.Â
Though as you pulled on the handle, the haunting figures on the other side of the door caused your blood to freeze with recognition. Standing tall on the other side of the threshold, there stood two of the Avengersâ henchmen.Â
âYou need to come with us,â the one called Barton ordered coldly. Over the few days the gang had held you captive, youâd picked up on the names of many of the members, including the two that stood before you now.Â
âWhat?â your chest rose and fell rapidly, âIâ, please, I swear, I havenât told a soul.â
Having them knock at your door was one thing, but even just the thought of criminals such as them knowing where you lived sent you into a spiral.Â
âYeah, we know you havenât,â Scott put a hand on the doorframe, âthatâs not why weâre here.âÂ
âWhat happened?â you murmured as you were led into one of the many sitting rooms in the mysterious manor they once again brought you to. In an armchair before you, half-empty glass of bourbon in metal hand and the sleeves rolled up on his blood-tainted shirt, there sat the big bad winter soldier himself, panting as he slowly sipped.Â
Though when the sound of your voice filled the room, Buckyâs eyes only snapped up to yours for a moment before he shot a glare at his men.
âWhat is she doing here?â he grumbled lowly.Â
âBoss, you busted your stitches,â Lang gestured tensely to the crimson slowly staining his crisp white shirt, âwhat else were weââ
Intersecting the conversation, the broad form of Steve stepped into the space between the gangsters and swiftly snuffed the pending argument out, âthank you, Barton, Lang,â he nodded to each of them, âyou can go,â and you watched the pair that had brought you back exited the room. Shifting his weight, Buckyâs right hand man turned to you and offered you a polite smile, âY/n, pleasure to see you again.â
âYeah,â you exhaled, not masking your disdain of the situation youâd been dragged into yet again, âI wish I could say the sameâŚâ before you shifted your eyes to the man in the chair, though still directed your question at Steve, âwhat do you need me to do?âÂ
As you shifted closer to the intimidating leader, ever drinking, surely to dull the pain, Rogers murmured as you kneeled down to assess, âI think itâs just the one on his shoulder thatâsââ
âYeah, I see it,â you cut him off, then glanced back over your shoulder at him, âdo you still have that medical bag?â
âYeah, one second,â he swiftly disappeared to fetch it, leaving you all alone with the feared mob boss.Â
With the crackling fireplace off to the side as your only source of light, you cautiously raised your hands and asked, âdo you mind taking this off?â motioning to the shirt he wore.Â
âYeah, sure,â Bucky sighed and sat down his glass before shrugging the item off. Though youâd stared at his bare chest for hours on end before, soaking in his reveal once again for some reason caused your heartbeat to pick up, though you swiftly averted your gaze in an attempt at staying professional.Â
Not long passed before Rogers had returned with the supplies, and youâd commenced redoing his stitches.Â
âSo,â you murmured though your concentration, weaving his skin back together, âdo I even wanna know how this happened?â
Blinking down at you, your face close to your work and therefore his skin, Bucky breathed, âprobably not...â and as his stare only intensified over the next few stitches, his low timbre once again washed over you as the corners of his lips tugged into the slightest of smirks, âcute PJs, by the wayâŚâ
âYeah, I didnât exactly get a chance to change,â you felt your cheeks heat up.Â
âOh, I'm not complaining,â his gaze shifted to take in the way the cool night air had caused your nipples to become visible like pebbles beneath the thin stripy fabric, the comment making you shift tensely on your knees.Â
Once the last of the knots were tied off and youâd snipped the end of the thread, you wrapped the wounds back up with clean bandages before placing the roll of gauze back into the medical bag.Â
âAlright, uhm,â you shifted back, âyouâre good now,â a slight winch shot through you as you watched him briefly test out his armâs mobility, âjust be careful, try not to use it too much.â
Catching your eye, he uttered softly, âthank you,â before shifting his gaze to the gangster by the door, âRogers?âÂ
âYes, boss?â
âSee to it that she gets home safe.â
ONE MONTH LATER
âIâve heard the risotto here is really good,â Peter noted as you both skimmed the menus resting on the tablecloth before you, the crystal chandeliers illuminating the restaurant cast a soft glow down upon the choices. Â
âYeah?â you briefly glanced up to catch the doctorâs eye, âwell, maybe I should get that then,â you shrugged before shifting slightly in your seat, âhey,â you captured his gaze once more, âcould you maybe order for me? I just need toââŚâ you trailed off, letting the thumb you discreetly pointed over your shoulder in the direction of the bathrooms fill out the rest of the sentence.Â
âOh, yeah, of course,â he nodded.Â
âGreat, thank you,â you smiled as you rose. The long, cobalt-blue, velvet dress you wore briefly swooshed around your legs before the soft click of your heels against the polished floors carried you through the maze of tables.Â
It was the third date youâd ventured on with the kind doctor. The third one and yet you still didnât have any feelings towards him.Â
Stubbornly trying as you might, you still couldnât get the poison out of your system and do the right thing.Â
Once you exited the ladiesâ room, and big breath of courage in your lungs as you pushed open the door, it all seeped out as you walked through the small hallway that connected the lavatories with the dining space, and you accidentally bumped into two figures that waited in the space.Â
Unsure of who was to blame for the collision, you immediately just muttered, âoh, sorryâ,â before you glanced up at the pair and your apology crumbled from your lips, your frame immediately freezing up at the recognition.Â
âListen to me. You are going to quietly walk back to your little date, tell him that youâre not feeling well and need to go home,â Stark kept his voice hushed as both he and the other gangster slowly cornered you, the other one grasping your arm to keep you in place, âand then youâre gonna come with us.â
Sucking in a breath, you then tilted your chin slightly, âand if I donât?âÂ
âThen we wonât hesitate to make a scene,â Barton shifted the edge of his jacket out of the way to flash you the gun strapped beneath, âso you can either walk with us and safe a life or you can not only have a dying gangsterâs blood on your hands, but also everyone in this fucking restaurant.â
With the clench of your jaw, you glared up at them and murmured, â...fine,â before you ripped your arm free and began to walk back into the dining area and the table where Peter still sat.Â
Flashing you a smile as you neared, the doctor swiftly said, âso, I ordered this chardonnay that the waiter said was good. You drink wine, right?â
âIâ, uhmâŚâ your fingers clutched the back of the chair as you tried to appear as you had before, even though now you felt as if your hammering heart might spring straight out of your ribcage, âPeter, Iâm really sorry, but I gotta go,â you briefly scrambled your brain before adding, âthe hospital paged me. There was a big accident downtown.â
âReally?â he fished out his own beeper from his pocket and furrowed down at it, âI didnât get paged, so it probably canât be that bad.â
âYeah, but nurses shortage, you know?âÂ
âRight,â he nodded, disappointment slightly polluting his understanding expression.Â
âI'm really sorry,â you uttered as you picked up your small purse from the chair.
âNo, itâs fine,â he shook his head gently, âhey, I get it,â he shrugged before waving a hand, âgo.â
âThank you,â you stood there a moment longer, unsure of how you should depart, âuhm⌠bye,â before you awkwardly shifted closer to his seat and leaned down to press a brief kiss to his cheek as you offered him a half-hearted hug.Â
âWho is it this time?â you sighed as you were led into an elegant space, surely intended for parties judging by the long bar that stretched along the back wall. Glaring at the only man seated on one of the barstools, you asked impatiently, âis it you? Did you hurt yourself again?â
Glancing over his shoulder as you halted your stride halfway down the short steps, a smile appeared on Buckyâs face as he leaned a forearm against the bar top and bellowed, âY/n! Come, have a drink with me,â he waved a hand for you to take the seat beside him.Â
Standing your ground, you squinted back at him in confusion, âno, I canât, Iâ, whereâs the patient?âÂ
âThe patient?â he echoed as if you were speaking a foreign language.Â
âYes,â you huffed, your annoyance simmering into a full-on boil, âthe person whoâs on deathâs door, the reason why I, a medical professional, is here,â you placed your hands on your hips and asked once again, âis it you?â
âNo, Iâm phenomenal,â he pursed his lips as he snatched up the stout glass waiting for him on the marble counter, ânever been better.â
âOkay, so who is it?â
Tearing his gaze away from you, he then uttered, âno one,â before raising the drink up to his lips. As your mouth parted and your glare nearly burned straight through him, the mobster casually added, âyou look stunning, by the way,â before twisting in his seat to face you more, âI didnât know they changed scrubs out with gowns.âÂ
âNo, Iâ, I was on a dateâ,â you muttered faintly through your confusion, slightly shaking your head in an attempt to clear it before you raised a hand, âwait, excuse me, no oneâs injured?âÂ
âNo,â Barnes shook his head, âno oneâs hurt or dying,â then added as if your reaction was a tad bit too dramatic for his taste, âyou can relax, itâs fine.â
But instead, the opposite emotions roiled inside of you as you slowly ascended a single one of the remaining steps, âso you mean to tell me that your men threatened me, my date and a whole restaurant of people, then dragged me all the way out here again, for nothing?â you fumed.
âNo, it wasnât for nothing,â he shrugged, âthey brought you back here because I told them to,â he kept his ocean eyes upon you as he once again repeated, ânow, come drink with me.âÂ
âNo, I donât want a fucking drink,â you roared.Â
But then, just as swiftly as you had raised your voice, Buckyâs steely hand dipped beneath his suit jacket and pulled out a gun. Â
âI asked you nicely,â his stern tone rolled off his tongue slowly as he aimed the weapon upon you, ânow sit your ass down and share a drink with me.âÂ
Carefully, you finally followed his orders and sat down at the bar beside him.Â
âGood girl. That wasnât so hard now, was it?â he uttered as he sat the gun down beside his drink. Raising up a hand to the silent shadow behind the bar, a glass was soon slid across the counter, one Bukcy pushed closer towards you, âhere,â he said as you stared down at the orange peel floating at the top. As you lifted up the cocktail, the gangster beside you raised his own to click yours, âcheers.â
You briefly toyed with the thought of just taking a sip, though opted instead to down it all, both out of the desperate hope that the alcohol would aid the strange evening, but also in an attempt to fast forward a tad closer to your longed-for departure, ripping the bandage off instead of nursing it all night long.Â
Though as you sat the glass back down on the bar, the bottom clanged against the marble much more forcefully than youâd intended as the fingers you clutched it with began to tingle. Blinking heavily a few times, your hand accidentally knocked over the empty drink as a numbing sensation began to bloom within your chest and spread throughout your body.Â
Trying to get up from your seat, you mumbled foggily, âwhat the hell?â though quickly stumbled as your legs felt like jelly beneath your velvet gown.
âWhoa, careful now, angel,â Buckyâs calm gaze trailed you chillingly as you tried to steady yourself.Â
âThe fuck did you do?â you panted as your wide eyes watched him raise from his seat.Â
âIt's okay,â he uttered softly, âitâs all gonna be okay,â before your world turned to black and you passed out into his arms.Â
When you finally stirred, you were no longer at the bar, nor any other room youâd been in before. You were in a bedroom, situated on a spacious mattress and alongside countless fluffy maroon pillows.Â
As you sat up, a low rustling found your ears and drew your vision down towards the coldness clinging around your ankle. Strung between the bottom corner of the bedframe and your own foot, there shined a chain, one that, try as you instinctively did, you couldnât snap out of.Â
But then, as the door to the room creaked open and caused your body to flinch, a plea swiftly flowed out of you as you watched Rogers step inside, balancing a small tray with a glass and a tall decanter of clear water.Â
âSteve!â you crawled to the bottom of the bed, âIâ⌠help me, please,â you begged, hearing tears thicken up your voice as they rolled down your cheeks, âyouâre a good man, deep down I know you donât wanna stand by and let this happen. Can you unlock me? Please? Help me get out of here.â
But just as you waited for Steveâs lips to part, you instead heard, âshh, donât waste your breath, honey,â as in strolled Bucky, causing you to swiftly scramble as far back on the bed as the chain would allow.Â
Sitting down in a chair just out of your reach, the fireplace opposing the bed, directly behind where he sat, clacked and lit up his spine as he settled into the seat and directed his cold gaze upon you.
âGlad to see you awake,â he uttered calmly.
âFuck you!â you swiftly spat as you hugged your knees tightly to your chest.Â
âAnd with all of your charms still intact,â he tilted his head, a light smirk blooming on his lips as your vulgar language hadnât fazed him one bit.Â
âLet me go,â you demanded.Â
âYeah, thatâs not gonna happen, my angel,â his burly arms folded across his chest, âthis is for your own protection,â he briefly gestured to the chain, âwe wouldnât want you to do anything stupid or rash now, would we?â one of his eyebrows twitched, âI canât let anything happen to you,â he uttered as you continued to stare daggers at him, âyou need to be kept as safe as possible so you can keep on helping me the way that you have.â
âWhat? You want me to be your gangâs personal nurse?â you scoffed, âis this your sick and twisted way of offering me a job, because if so, no thanks!â
âYeah, no, this isnât a job offering, Iâm not interested in those talents of yours,â he leaned further back in the seat before he began to explain, âyou see, for the past few years, Iâve had a serious string of bad luck. Deals have fallen through, rats have been found, the feds have been snipping at our heels and countless of my men have lost their lives,â he listed off, âbut, then I met you,â his eyes flickered up to capture your own, âand it all turned around,â he uttered, âI tell you, when youâre here, itâs fate herself is on my side and nothing whatsoever could go wrong. Like having you has made me a fucking god or something, thatâs the level of power youâve bestowed in me,â a faint smile tugged at his lips as those words rolled off his tongue, âso no, you can not leave. You have to stay right here where I can make sure youâre safe and sound. Although, just because you get to be kept safe, that doesnât mean youâre free of any consequences if you step out of line⌠it also doesnât mean that Iâll deny anyone of your beauty if it pleases them⌠so, I guess itâs more along the lines of you just staying alive under my watch.âÂ
In the blind rage his words threw you into, your fingers wrapped around the bedside lamp before you chucked it across the room. Though just before it could strike the gangsterâs head, he casually ducked out of the way, the lamp instead smashing on the floor behind him as a chuckle began to rumble within his chest.Â
âThatâs cute,â he laughed lowly, âyouâve got some bite. Itâll get you in trouble, but itâs adorable.âÂ
âI'm not interested in being your good luck charm, you superstitious fuck!â you yelled as he got up from his seat.Â
Huffing out a condescending grin, âgive it some time, angel,â he fastened the button on his dark suit jacket before smoothing a palm down over the front, âthe human psyche is much more fragile than youâd think and can get used to some surprising conditions,â he ignored the scream that desperately tore from your lungs and instead turned to Steve standing by the door and asked him calming, âRogers, would you mind cleaning that up?â gesturing to the broken lamp on the floor, and as he received a small nod in return, he murmured, âthank you,â before exiting the room and leaving you to your fate.Â
âSeriously?â Steve let out a laugh when he finally coaxed the truth out as to why you hadnât been touching any of the food theyâd brought you, âand here I thought you were just a picky eater.âÂ
âWell, youâve already drugged me once so whatâs stopping you from doing it again,â you explained, glaring down at the plate before you as he attempted to stifle his laughter.Â
âI swear, cross my heart, your pasta is not poisoned.â
Continuing to squint down at the food, you kissed your teeth, âprove it.â
âReally?â his brows floated up, âalright,â he sighed as he sat down across from you. Dragging your plate closer, he twirled some of the spaghetti onto the fork before slipping it into his mouth, âsee?â he chewed, âIâm fine, and so will you be when you get some food in that belly of yours.â
Pushing it back towards you, hesitantly, you picked up the fork and slowly began to eat. It had only been little things youâd consumed the past couple of days being here, things you could be certain werenât tainted, like the odd apple and such.Â
Though as you chewed and finally began to settle your stomachâs nauseating rumbling, tears began to stream down your cheeks.Â
No matter how hard you tried to beg, none of the mobsters would help you, as their loyalty was just too hard for you to crack.Â
âHeyâŚâ your bloodshot eyes then flickered up to Rogers as he noticed your weeping, âitâll get easier, I promise,â he attempted in a soft tone.Â
âHow?â you blinked back at him hopelessly, âI am being locked up in a room by a maniac as if Iâm just some trinket for him to own.âÂ
Throwing a brief glance over his shoulder, he then leaned in a bit closer to cautiously advise you, ââŚthere might be some things you could do to change your situationâŚâ
âWhat?â a spark suddenly flickered within you, âIâd do anything.â
ââŚyou might consider trying to get closer to BarnesâŚâ his words remained hesitant, ââŚif he begins to care for you, then he might treat you differentlyâŚâ
âLike, heâd let me go?âÂ
âI donât know,â he exhaled, âbut maybe it could get that chain off your ankle,â he gestured to your foot, âbaby steps.âÂ
ONE MONTH LATER
âHere,â Steve croaked as he suddenly burst through the doors to your room, a big flat box in his arms which he tossed on the bed beside you. Peeking inside, a folded-up bundle of black fabric met your eye, âput it on,â he ordered hastily, âmake yourself presentable.â
âWhy?â you blinked up at him, your brows knitting gently together.Â
âBecause the boss requested it,â he answered impatiently.Â
âWhat, he wants to play dress up with me now? Treat me like a doll?â
Over the past month, you had gone from being scared out of your mind, barely sleeping at night, horrified of what they might do to you, till the paralysing fear slowly began to melt away as not much happened at all, in fact so little that you grew bored in your imprisonment, thinking that the big bad gangsters were just all bark and no bite. Perhaps that was a dangerous confidence to develop, growing cocky in your restlessness, but you couldnât help it.Â
Letting out a low sigh, âjust put it on,â Rogersâ head tilted before he said, âIâll be outside, yell when youâre done.â
Popping the lid off all the way, you then slipped into the black gown waiting within. It was long and simple in its beauty as it hugged all of your curves like a second skin.Â
Right before you called out to the mobster in the hallway, you leaned in closer to the mirror on the left side of the room. The dark storm clouds visible out the gothic windows that filled up the wall behind you blossomed in the reflection alongside you as you momentarily fussed with your hair to make it match the elegant dress better.Â
Once Steve had entered the room once again, the very last thing you expected was what he did next.Â
Walking straight up to you, without a word, he bent down and unlocked the chain binding you to the bedpost. At first, a wave of hope washed over you till it was drowned out by the unsettling notion as to where he would take you and just what plans were on the horizon.Â
Grabbing you by the arm, he dragged you out of the room and down the dark hallway youâd only seen glimpses of before. You tried to ask him what was going on, though he didnât offer you any clue in return, only remained silent as he hauled you through the maze-like manor till a wide set of steps found you, leading you down into a garage where a group of the other gangsters already stood beside the black car rolled up by the base of the stairs.Â
Standing in the middle with an arm resting against the roof of the vehicle, Buckyâs gaze swiftly landed upon you as you ascended the stone steps.Â
âWell,â the mob bossâ eyes roamed your form, âdonât you look pretty.â
Biting your tongue, you greeted him politely, âMr Barnes.â
âShall we go?â he cracked open one of the car doors.Â
âWhere?â you tried, though your question only caused him to breathe out a smile as he ignored it and instead commanded softly.Â
âGet in the car, angel,â his metal arm rested atop the door.Â
Riding in a different vehicle than you, it was Clint who slipped in behind the wheel of your car and drove you the silent route towards the mysterious destination.Â
Though once the car came to a stop, the door to your left cracked open from the outside and there to greet you was an outstretched metal hand to help you exit.Â
You didnât recognise the building that loomed before you, though it was grand and opulent with large steps leading you and all the other arrivals up to what sounded like a party already buzzing on.
âSo, you needed a date,â you exhaled as Barnes took your arm and began to lead you up the stairs, a cluster of his men shadowing behind you both.Â
âNo,â he cocked his head, âI didnât need it...â
Casting your glance around at the other guests that passed, you asked, âwhat kinda party is this anyway? Let me guess, human trafficking auction?â you were completely serious, though still managed to make the gangster laugh gently.Â
âItâs a wedding,â his chuckle finished billowing out of his lungs, âor a funeral,â he tilted his head, âI'm not quite sure.â
âHow could you not be sure?â you shot him a glance as you reached the top of the steps and he dragged you inside the marbled halls, âthereâs a pretty significant difference.â
âThey all just kinda melt together at this point,â he sighed, âI have at least one of these a week I gotta show my face at, just out of respect.âÂ
Taking a look around, you uttered, âwell, do you at least know who this funeral wedding is for?â
âNo fucking clue,â he exhaled before following the signs and leading you into the venueâs ballroom.
Turns out it was a wedding for some couple you hadnât yet spotted, though youâd already read their names a thousand times with all the stuff they were plastered upon.Â
You stayed quiet and lingered by Buckyâs side as he shook some peopleâs hands and made some small talk before the two of you found yourselves seated at one of the many round tables in the hall.Â
Blinking up at the floral centrepiece, your fingers fiddled with the white tablecloth as the hours rolled by. Soon, not only the complementary glass of champagne youâd been handed back when you arrived was sloshing in your belly, but also quite a bit more alcohol as you decided that was a good tool to make the evening more bearable.Â
It however also came with the hindrance of boosting your cockiness as you eventually found yourself poking the bear.Â
âYou know for a big bad gangster,â you stared over at him, leaned back in the seat next to yours, âyouâre actually not that scary up close,â you pursed your lips, causing a chuckle to rumble within his chest because of just how untrue that statement was, âsmiling at everyone, being polite. Are you sure you really are the big bad winter solider? The king of New York with no heart and only an imagination for tortureâŚâ
âWellâŚâ he huffed out a short laugh as he met your gaze, âdonât you have me just all figured out.â
âSome of your guys may have filled me in a bit,â you tilted your head.Â
âHave they now?â he continued to look amused.Â
âYeah, well, a bit at least,â you seized your glass and took another sip.
As you placed the flute back down on the table and rested your cheek in a propped-up palm, your stare only intensified into a squint as Buckyâs eyes flickered back around the room.
But as his gaze fluttered back to notice your gawking, he muttered, âwhat?â
âWhy arenât you mean tonight?â you uttered through the haze fuzzing up your mind.Â
Tongue flicking out to wet his lips, his eyes briefly dipped before he uttered, âdo you want me to be mean?â a playful smirk twitched at the corner of his lip in a threat to appear.Â
âIs it all just a lie?â you asked, the subtext of his previous words flowing directly over your dizzy head.Â
âWhat?â
Squinting back at him, you then breathed, âthereâs always a part of me thatâs still scared, imagining what you might do to me⌠but now,â you slowly drew out, âI donât think youâre actually ever gonna do anything,â you blindly decided, âthatâs not really who you are, theyâre all just empty threatsâŚâÂ
âHmâŚâ he hummed, a slight smile blooming upon his lips as he stared back at you, âokayâŚâ before he leaned in closer to utter, âand just what makes you think that I havenât already?â your face immediately dropped as his words caused your frame to freeze up, âtell me, Y/n,â his breath fanned across your cheeks, âdid you sleep well last night? Or the night before for that matter, orâ, well, just during the time youâve spent here with me?â
As your shock not only showed in your expression but also in your complete lack of speech, he simply grinned back at your stunned features before grabbing you by the hand and breaking the moment.Â
âCome on,â he dragged you with him as he then stood up himself, âletâs dance.â
With an argument on the tip of your tongue, the appendage, just as the rest of you, still remained too dumbfounded for it to come to fruition. You didnât manage to gather your wits once again till he had you on the middle of the floor, wide hand on your waist as you swayed to the music.Â
As his hold slowly tightened and he brought you closer to his broad frame, your breath suddenly hitched as you blinked up into his eyes, the air between you growing thick. The hand that grasped your own near swallowed your palm in a dizzying contrast. Goosebumps began to erupt across your skin as you felt your heartbeat thump not only in your chest, but also much further south, a mortifying clue to the dark truth you hoped he didnât somehow notice.Â
Gliding his palm up the length of your spine, it came to rest between your shoulder blades as he then drew you in closer and your gaze fell to the band strumming over his shoulder.Â
âDoes the thought of me playing with you at night turn you on?â he whispered in your ear and continued to gently sway you to the music, âbecause if you want me to wake you, all you have to do is ask. Though my attempts so far at rubbing your luck off on me have been rather eventful, Iâm still sure it would be better if you gave me a bit of a handâŚâÂ
Tilting your head back to blink up at him, you thought you were gonna spit him in the face for making such an accusation, till your stare acted of its own accord and fluttered down to fixate on his lips.Â
It almost felt as if they were calling for you, begging you closer like a stubborn magnet. But before you could close the short distance that kept you two apart, Barton appeared in your periphery and tapped his boss on the shoulder.Â
As he leaned in to whisper in his ear, you couldnât pick up on the words over the music, though watched as Buckyâs face swiftly grew hard.Â
âWhatâs going on?â you asked as the secretive message came to an end and the mobsterâs wide hands faded from your frame.Â
Ignoring your question, Bucky instead cast his glance over your head at one of the men behind you and ordered sternly, âStark? Get her home, now.â
âWhatâs happening?â you tried again, though without success as Tony dragged you away and the remaining gathered to converse in hushed tones.
Perhaps it was because of the chaos of whatever was happening, perhaps just a simple mistake, but when you returned back to the manor, the shackle wasnât reunited with your ankle.Â
Not willing to let that gift slip through your fingers, you soon grasped that opportunity tight and made an attempt at your escape.Â
Sneaking down the many hallways, you successfully hid from a handful of gruff-looking men before you realised you couldnât remember the path to the garage or any other way out of the labyrinth of a building that kept you swallowed in the dark.Â
However, your mission turned into a swiftly sinking ship as soon as you rounded the wrong corner and crossed the threshold of the last room you should have entered.Â
In the centre of the space stood two chairs, both with individuals strapped to them, though only one of them was still alive. Before the seated pair and with his back turned to your frozen-up form, there stood Bucky. Returned from the party and with both his jacket and tie torn off, his sleeves were rolled up though still tainted in small crimson flecks of the deed heâd just done.Â
âCome on, VladimirâŚâ Barnes uttered as he kneeled down in front of the battered man still breathing, neither he nor the other members in the room haven noticed you in the doorway, âjust give me what I want and we can wrap this up.â
Wheezing painfully through his broken nose, the man met Buckyâs steely gaze before fulfilling his request, ââŚIâm sorryâŚâ
âHm?â he leaned in pettily, âwhat was that?â
âIâm sorry,â the tied-up man repeated with a laboured huff.
âOkay, getting there,â he nodded, âwhat are you sorry for?â
âIâm sorry for killing BruceâŚâ the name rolled off Vladimirâs tongue like a crackle to a bonfire.Â
âAnd?â Bucky fished.Â
âFor hurting youâŚâÂ
âSee? That wasnât so bad now,â Barnes straightened back up, âan apology, a life for the one you took from me, and now thereâs just one last thing left to do, and then weâre even,â he then took one step back and conjured his gun. Aiming it at the Russian, barely a second passed before a shot deafened everyoneâs ears and a bullet blasted through the tied-up manâs arm, mirroring the injuries Bucky himself had sustained. The loud blast and the bloodcurdling scream that tore from Vladimir, however, caught you so off guard that a shriek slipped from you as you flinched, revealing your presence as everybodyâs eyes suddenly shifted to train on you. Glancing over his shoulder, Bucky grunted, âwhat are you doing out? What is she doing out?â he shot his glare in the direction of Steve off to the side, âRogers? Get her back into bed.â
âYes, boss,â his right-hand man swiftly nodded before catching up to you in two long steps and seizing your arm.Â
And as you were dragged back to your doom, your eyes caught the tail end as Barnes let out a sigh and turned back around to face his victim, ânow, where were we? Right! I believe the other one was right around here,â another gunshot echoed in the manor as he shot Vladimirâs arm once more, âand now, we canât forget about the ones that only skimmed me, so get up and donât fucking flinch, itâs on you if I hit your lung.â
The chain reunited with your ankle jingled as you twisted on the bed to cast your gaze out the window. Heavy rain hammered against the tall panes as the restless city twinkled through the darkness of the night. In the corner of the room, Steve watched up like a hawk as you continuously failed to find rest.Â
But then, just as you thought you felt your heartbeat return to a normal rhythm, the double doors burst open and in paced Bucky.Â
âIs she awake?â he huffed, though didnât wait for an answer before he heatedly went on, âokay, great.â
As his rushed steps halted by the foot of your bed, the look in his eye caused your body to shudder. Â
âRogers?â he kept his cold stare glued on you as he uttered, âgo wait outside.â
Though you silently pleaded with your eyes for the mobster to stay, it was no use as Steve swiftly shut the doors behind him.Â
As the man before you then shifted, your wide eyes finally noticed the bundle of rope in his grasp as he began to unravel it. Scrambling back, you didnât manage to crawl far away before Bucky caught the chain and yanked it hard enough to force your frame down towards him. Though your struggling finally fizzled out when the gangster pulled out his gun, the very gun heâd just ended a life with, and aimed it at your head to get you to comply.Â
âYou know,â he uttered gruffly like a pent-up bull, âIâve been nice, Iâve been real well behaved, kept my manners intact, been a goddamn gentleman,â the heavy weapon in his hand tilted slightly to emphasise his words, âbut evidently, thatâs not what you need to learn your fucking place,â he fumed before letting out a low exhale, âthatâs alrightâŚâ
âBucky, please,â tears blurred your vision as you held up your palms, âI-I understand, Iâm sorry, you donât have to do this.âÂ
âOh, but I doâŚâ he sighed almost softly as he then kneeled down closer and let the tip of the cool barrel stroke your cheek, ââŚif you donât break a horse, then sheâll never be tamedâŚâ his eyes trailed after the line he drew before it flickered up to find your own, ânow give me your hands,â he ordered and hesitantly, you shakily obeyed.Â
Since you couldnât stay in your place, he simply had to tie you down better.Â
Unfurling the rope in his grasp, the mobster then fastened the cord around not only both of your wrists, but also your free ankle. After each of the tight knots were tied off, he yanked each appendage to the nearest corner of the bedframe, spreading your limbs till you looked like a starfish on the mattress.Â
Taking a step back to admire his handiwork, his fingers then dipped down into his pocket before a slight furrow found his brow as his touch didnât locate the item he fished for. Placing the heavy gun in his palm down on the fireplace mantel, he then closed the distance towards the exit and cracked open the door just a smidge.Â
âRogers?â he extended a hand through the sliver, âgive me your knife,â to which a switchblade was swiftly placed in his palm, replacing his own which was still lodged deeply inside the corpse of the Russian in the other room.Â
Slamming the door behind him, he then crossed the room and silently began to cut your clothes off. The black gown you still wore came off with only a few slices, though your underwear, that he took his time with, slowly grazing the blade over your goosebump-ridden flesh before nicking the cotton clinging tightly to your frame.Â
Once you were bare before him, his feet shuffled back slightly as he let his stare soak up every millimetre of you.Â
A hand floated up to tug on his tie and loosen it slightly from around the collar still dappled with the blood of his enemy. Folding closed the knife with a faint flourish, he then sank down into the armchair directly behind him. The tattered panties heâd sliced from you were still clutched tightly in his hand as his eyes stayed glued upon your frame. Bringing the fabric up to his nose, his blue eyes then fluttered closed for a second as he breathed deeply, letting the scent of you flood his senses.Â
But as he stuffed the cotton down into his pocket and let his palm drift to somewhere else, your eyes grew even wider as you gasped, âwhat are youââ
âJust shut up, please,â he groaned, sounding like he was at his very last straw as he brashly began to rub himself through his pants, âjust for one fucking second, donât be a brat.â
Your jaw couldnât help but hit the floor as he shamelessly pulled out his cock, letting the intimidating hardness spring free of its confines before he spit in his palm and enclosed his fist around the fat girth. You wanted to look away, you truly did, but you just couldnât, a flaw he obviously noticed.Â
âYouâre unbelievableâŚâ he chuckled as his fist silkily stroked up and down his cock, the mixture of his own spit and the precum beading at the tip caused a sloppy melody to fill the room at each and every twist, âI mean, me being into you, thatâs one thing, that makes sense, youâre the closest thing to magic that Iâve ever experienced, so of course thatâs enough to get me going, but you⌠youâre the very textbook definition of a good girl and here you are pining afterâ, how was it again you put it? A superstitious fuck?âÂ
Stunned at his accusation, you tried to tear your stare away, âI donât know what youâre talking aboutâŚâ
âReally? Well, I didnât take you for a fool, but hey,â he tilted his head, âsome folks are just that disconnected to their own feelings.â
Blinking back at him, you scoffed faintly, âyouâre crazy, Iâm notââŚâ but you couldnât even say it out loud as you, deep down, knew that it was a lie.Â
âOh yeah?â he cocked a brow, finding your flustered state amusing, âthen why did you almost kiss me tonight?â
âIââŚI was drunk.âÂ
Letting out a dark chuckle, âalright, sure,â he then rose from his seat and crawled up on the bed with you before he buried his face between your parted thighs, âif you despise me so much, then why are you so fucking wet?â his hot breath fanned across your core.Â
âIâm notâ,â you tried, though your attempt then fell short as he proved you wrong, reaching out his touch to tickle at your lightly and let the wet sounds of your arousal slosh into your soul.Â
âHm?â the broad pad of his thumb gently brushed over your glistening petals, making them part for him, âif this isnât because deep down you want me, then why? Iâd love to hear you try and explain your way out of this oneâŚâ
âI-IââŚâ your eyes fluttered as you tried to fight the feeling, âI donâtâŚâÂ
Laughing lightly through the scoff that then bubbled out of him, he averted his gaze and said, âokay, fine. You wanna play that game?â his eyes flickered back up to find yours, âif you need a bit of help in order to admit the truth, then thatâs what youâll get,â he uttered before suddenly stuffing two of his fingers inside of you.Â
Craning his neck, he tilted down to catch a taste. You tried to hold back your moans as his digits caressed you, but the softness of his velvety tongue came as such a shock that a little squeak managed to slip out past your lips.Â
âI mean, if itâs any consolation,â his stubbly chin glimmered with your essence as he retracted slightly to smirk, âI personally think itâs kinda cute that you have a crush on me like a little schoolgirlâŚâÂ
He then sent his palm down upon your pussy in a wet smack, before repeating the action a couple of times to echo the jolt it shot through your body.Â
âFuckâŚâ he groaned in a low rumble, âyou are so much more pretty awakeâŚâ he revealed casually, âsure, you make some cute noises in your sleep, but not like this,â you instinctually tried to stifle the uncontrollable whimpers that flowed from your lungs, âyou should really be thanking me for all of the time and effort Iâve put into stretching this little hole of yours out,â his fingers continued to pump in and out of you, âif I hadnât, well then you might just split in two when I finally get my cock in there.âÂ
And as he leaned down to lap you up once more, you curled your toes as you felt him push you closer to the edge.Â
âMr BarnesâŚâ you attempted with an air of respect through your pants, âplease donâtââŚâ
âWhy? Because it makes you want to kiss me again?â he teasingly taunted you before continuing his persistent licks, bullying your clit into submission.Â
And as he kept going, even as you gasped, âstopâ, a-ah!â he still kept his lips locked around your puffy pearl long after a gush of squirt wept around his fingers, keeping his efforts up till your hips were bucking back in sensitivity.Â
But when his kiss finally ceased, he let some of your juices, that had flooded into his mouth, trickle out past his lips and back down onto your pussy, âfuckâŚâ his low groan nearly caused the whole room to rumble, ânasty little cuntâŚâ before he slapped your throbbing core once more, watching as the last little trickle weakly leaked out and soaked the sheets below.Â
Lifting himself up to hover above your constricted form, you then squirmed as you felt him nudge the bulbous tip of him against you.Â
âDoes the idea of liking, or even loving, someone like me scare you that much?â he uttered as he gathered up your slick and smeared it with his cock, âdoes it make you feel all wrong and icky inside that I of all people make you feel the way that you do?âÂ
All of the air in your lungs was then suddenly knocked clean out as he, with one long stroke, slipped all the way inside, before pulling right back out to tap the weight of him against your poor clit with the hold he had at his base.Â
âYou wonât spontaneously combust if you admit it out loud, you knowâŚâ
He repeated the motion, plugging you up completely before he denied your cunt the chance of getting used to the stretch.Â
âI just wanna hear you say itâŚâ
And on the next time he filled you up to the brim, this time his hips didnât retract.
Reeling as you fought to comprehend the manner his girth split you open, you gasped weakly, âI canâtâŚâ
âHmmâŚâ his eyes above you narrowed slightly before he pointed out, âthatâs not a no,â and he began to move, âfinally getting somewhereâŚâ
The gangster was in no way gentle as he started to fuck your pussy, the selfish force of it caused your body to jostle every time his heavy balls tapped against your slick skin, thereby conducting a lewd beat each time he slammed into you.Â
Lowing himself to get even closer to you, his nose ghosted against your own from the proximity. The gesture made you assume that he was about to press his lips to yours, though they never touched, even as your own instincts overwhelmed you and made you dizzily tilt up to try and close the gap, ânah-ah-ah,â he swiftly clicked his tongue and moved out of your reach, âadmit the truth and then Iâll kiss you all you want.â
With his length still embedded deep within you, he sat back up. His fingers dented your hips as he grabbed onto them and then began to sink them harshly down against his own, lifting your frame entirely off of the mattress as he used you like a toy.Â
âOh godâŚâ you whimpered as your eyes fluttered down to notice the faint bulge that appeared in your lower abdomen, the thrusting imprint of his size visibly showing just how deep he buried himself inside of you.Â
Once heâd plopped your hips back down onto the bed, his hands then instead floated up to play with your tits, the rhythm he offered you causing them to jiggle in his palms. Though once heâd fiercely pinched your nipples and parted ways in a brief tap, his fingers then drifted further down south till his right hand found your puffy clit.Â
Casting his glance down as he rubbed your pearl, a smirk appeared on his lip as he spotted the way your cream coated his girth. Sweeping down to smear his touch against it, what he did next caught you so off guard that you jostled wildly in your binds in an attempt to hit him for his audacity.
âAhh!â you yelped as he stuffed two of his fingers in your pussy alongside his already overwhelming girth, âBuck, no, itâs too much!âÂ
But your squeak only caused him to chuckle as he stared down at the way your little hole struggled to take what he gave it, clinging around him so tightly that loud groans began to billow from him as he soon painted your insides white and pumped you full of his cum.Â
With heavy breaths, he withdrew his dick, though let his digits stay inside your warmth.Â
âMaybe in time you could become more than just my good luck charmâŚâ he murmured as he flopped down to curl closer to your core, âwould you like that?â he nipped at one of your thighs as his load slowly began to leak around his thick fingers, âdoes the idea of me falling down to my knees before you and declaring my undying love entice you, angel?âÂ
âYouâll just have to do better,â he continued as his digits began to twist within you, âlet me mould you and make you perfect for me,â another one of his fingers was stuffed inside of you, causing your eyes to flutter, âjust let go,â he breathed, âshut off your brain and let it become a leaky mess just like your pussy already is for me,â he worked another digit into your creamy cunt before grazing the last one against your stretched out opening, âyou donât need to think, you just need to do exactly as I tell you to and everything will be okay,â his tone was soft as his thumb curled close to the others and sank into your pussy with a pop, âjust break for me, itâs okay,â your body was shaking beneath him as his entire fist slowly twisted within you, âyouâll be so much more perfect ruinedâŚâ
Tears were streaming down your face as you unravelled once more, trembling violently as your pussy clamped down around his wide hand so tightly that it was forced all the way out, a drizzle of your nectar once again spraying out at the intensity.Â
âAlright!â you let out a sob, âalright⌠Iâ⌠I donât understand it⌠but, IââŚâ you caught his eye and confessed, âever since the moment I met you, I havenât been able to stop thinking about you⌠even when I fall asleep, itâs like youâre haunting me in my dreamsâŚâ a faint shake found your head as you blinked up at him through your blurry vision, âI donât wanna feel this way. ButââŚÂ I do.â
It seemed as though time stood still as Bucky stared down at you, an unreadable expression tinting his features before he finally shifted, slowly leaning down over you and inching closer before he finally pressed his lips to your own.
A faint whimper was muffled against his kiss as you felt the world crumble around you.Â
âThat wasnât so hard, was it nowâŚâ he breathed as he ended the soft peck, âsay it again,â his hand slid over your jaw, âpractice makes perfect.â
Blinking up into his eyes, you uttered from the bottom of your heart, âI am yours,â a single tear rolled down your cheek as you still trembled beneath him.Â
âDamn right you areâŚâ his lips tilted into a smile.Â
Fishing out the borrowed switchblade that still rested within the gangsterâs pocket, he then sliced through the ropes and constricted you.Â
Tangling your arms around his neck as you sat up, you captured his lips once again and felt his touch slide down under your ass before he scooped you into his lap. Your sore pussy wept against his cock, once again throbbing and hard as a rock against your core. As your tongue danced against his own, you couldnât help but scramble even closer, pressing your body impossibly close to his own as you grinded down against him.Â
âYou are mine,â he groaned as he manhandled your frame in his hold and sank you back down onto his fat dick, âyou are my most prized possession,â your bodies met in sticky claps as the aftermath of the rough round moments before still oozed all over this one where passion crackled behind both of your own desperate efforts, âI will never let you go,â he blinked up into your eyes as you rode him, both of you clinging to each other as the end crept ever nearer, âalways need youâ,â his sentence was briefly broken up by a moan as you rolled your hips, your pussy gripping around him and squeezing him tightly, âneed you by my sideâŚâÂ
Once your synced-up orgasms had both shuddered your senses and you were sharing each otherâs breath, your eyes remained locked as his throbbing cock stayed buried deep within you.
âSo, what now?â your chest rose and fell as you whispered into the night, the pitter-patter of rain splashing against your windows once again catching your attention as it swept over and mingled with your laboured pants of breath. Â
Not shifting his gaze, his eyes briefly scanned your own in search of any ounce of deception, before his fingers dipped down into his pocket and conjured a tiny key, ânow,â and he stretched down to undo the chain at your ankle. The click of the lock felt like a gasp of real air was finally filling your depraved lungs, âI take you to my room,â and he manoeuvred you around to slink one arm in behind your knees while the other stayed fast at your spine. As he rose from the bed, he plucked you up with him as well, carrying you in his hold as he exited the bedroom.Â
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The angst, the pain, Iâm literally crying rn.
Prompt:
Instead of Dick or Tim, Red Hood straight up goes for kidnapping Bruce Wayne and keeping him hostage just to see how desperate the birds get in trying to find him.
Itâs a foolproof plan. Batman wonât blow his cover unless absolutely necessary, and âBrucieâ would never know how to slip away from a crime lord of Red Hoodâs caliber. Itâs foolproof. Itâs perfect. Jason can keep dropping hints and make threats towards the birds and watch Bruce squirm without consequences if he plays this right.
But then âBrucieâ keeps begging him not to hurt his kidsâŚ
#batfam#red hood kidnaps bruce wayne#this is the moment nightwing and robin have finally tracked them down#and burst in dramatically#jason miscalculated#seeing batman frightened is one thing#but without the cowl heâs just bruce#and bruce was jasonâs dad#itâs pretty hard to see him plead like that#and ffs jason was just suggesting mild torture with tim#the emotional roller coaster I just put myself through now my pizzas cold
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Dark!SatoSugu x reader
(Warnings: Yandere, dark content, dark, misogynistic language, delusional behavior, kidnapping, blood, violence, +ShokoHime x reader, choking (not in the sexy way tho), threesomes, oral!F!recieving)
Synopsis: Regardless of what Satoru and Suguru tell you, you've always felt left out in this relationship. But when you leave, you quickly find out there's no line your ex-lovers won't cross to get you back
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When you come home that night, they're already cuddled together, watching TV.Â
It's cute. Your boyfriends were always so loose with their affection. When Suguru was cooking, Satoru would lean on his back, more than happy to talk his ear off. Suguru would hold Satoru's waist, steadying him, being his anchor. At night, you'd catch them reaching for each other, trying to hold hands even in their sleep.Â
It's clear to even the blind: they are soulmates.Â
And you were just extra baggage.Â
You don't know how you caught their eyes, but this past year was fun. They've been sweet, both of them have. Inviting you into their lives, into their home, into their bed. Everything moved so fast, but you didn't mind. You were young and a bit spontaneous. Two beautiful men showing a glimpse of interest in you wasn't something you could pass up. This was nice, while it lasted.Â
But unlike them, you aren't forever. Their bond would never come close to anything they could have with you.Â
It took a while for you to accept that, but eventually, you did.Â
"Hey, babe," Satoru calls. "Rough day?" He lazily waves you over. Suguru grunts, before shifting over to make space.Â
Despite it all, you're a coward. You don't announce it; you just stare at them. Fondly. Yes, this was nice. You don't think you could handle telling them, though; that would be too much. Seeing how little they cared would break you.Â
"Yeah." You give. "Rough day."Â
You weave through the house. It's theirs. Not yours. That they've made clear. You're an afterthought. It's the little things. Their toothbrushes are together, yours on the other side of the sink. Their shoes were neatly stacked side by side, and yours were always tucked away in a corner. Left out. Forgotten. Why wouldn't it be like that? They've been together for years. You were still an outsider.Â
You only have a little to grab. You just grab your extra clothes, the hair clips you have a terrible habit of leaving around. Just a few items. And then the bedroom looks like you'd never been there at all.Â
When you come back out, they don't notice your suitcase. Satoru laughs loudly at something happening on screen. Suguru chides him sternly. Good. It's better this way, you think as you take your suitcase to your car. You don't need any additional heartbreak.Â
You make a few more rounds, collecting everything you need. Suguru only catches you when you are about to leave their house forever.Â
"Angel?" He calls. "Where are you going?"Â
He's looking at you, head tilted in mild curiosity. You manage to smile, looking down at your car keys.Â
"Out for a drive." You shrug. "I'll be back."Â
Suguru takes it at face value. He lets you go with a small 'have fun'. The walk to the car is heavy. Metal dumbbells on your shoulders.Â
When you get in the seat, you finally allow yourself to sob.Â
~
I'm sorry, I just can't do this anymore
That's how you ended the wall of text before blocking them. It was the coward's way out.Â
"No." Utahime's quick to tell you. "It's the only way. Those bastards would've never let you go otherwise."Â
You shouldn't be so quick to listen to her, considering she hates them both. Still, she was more than happy to offer you her home while you picked yourself back up, and started looking for an apartment. You'll humor her for the time being.Â
"She's right," Shoko pipes up. Her dark circles are even more prominent tonight. You guiltily think it has more to do with you than with her patients, but she and Utahime have insisted that you stay with them.Â
"It was for my sake, more than theirs." You say honestly, tucking yourself into the couch. "They...don't care about me. At least, not like they do each other."Â
Utahime rolls her eyes. "You are blind." She says. "Those two were obsessed with you. I'm just glad you got out while you could."Â
You laugh, but it beats crying all over again. Utahime doesn't find what she said as funny. She chides you again, something about being oblivious before she settles down to watch the movie she put on. Shoko falls asleep right at the intermission. Her head falls against your shoulder. Utahime leans against you too. And it's nice to have friends to fill the void they left.Â
~
Satoru appears first.Â
You woke up later than you would have liked. Your eyes are itchy and red from crying all night. Utahime was more than happy to give you her guestroom, but you know you can't take advantage of her kindness for too long. Tomorrow, you'll start apartment hunting.Â
Today, you'd sit on the couch and eat ice cream.Â
When you go downstairs, you hear a hushed whisper. Utahime's by the door, using her body to keep someone out. She looks angry.Â
"-No one's here but me. Now get the fuck off my property." She seethes.Â
You recognize his voice. You aren't ready. "Have you heard anything? Anything at all?"Â
"No." Utahime gripes. "So go, Gojo-"Â
He catches your eyes. Your heart gets stuck in your throat.Â
He's taller than her. It takes little to no effort to barrel through her body, easily shoving her aside to get to you. You flinch, his touch burns when he grabs you, pulling you into his arms.Â
"Oh, baby." He sighs into your hair. "There you are. Missed you."Â
It's too soon. You aren't ready. You can still feel the emotions bubble up from that night, when you collapsed in Utahime's arms, sobbing your heart out. This wasn't fair. They never made it fair.Â
You cast a glance at Utahime. She was scowling, close to boiling right over the edge. It gives you enough strength to try to push Gojo off, but he only lets go, when he wants to.Â
"Okay." He smiles, reaching down to grab your hand. "C'mon. Let's go home. You had us both so worried for a sec, but if we explain everything to Suguru it'll be okay."Â
You find your voice then. As well as your strength. His grip on your hand isn't all that tight. It slips away when you gently shake him off. Satoru stops, confused.Â
"Satoru..." You start. "Didn't you get my text?"Â
He rolls his shoulders, agitated. "Yeah, but-but it doesn't matter."Â
There it was. His lovable personality. Casual careless, nonchalance. For once, you aren't annoyed by it. Maybe your grief made you numb to it.Â
"I did mean it," you say as plainly as you can, "every word."Â
He freezes. You smile at Utahime.Â
"Could you give us some time?" You ask.Â
She frowns, but she's never been able to say no to you.Â
"Ten minutes." She finally says, before she's marching back to the kitchen. You still hear her muttering while leading Satoru back to your room.Â
"I'm sorry." He says when the door shuts behind him.Â
"For what?"Â
He runs a hand through his hair, taking off those glasses he loves so much. You can't look him in the eyes for too long. It brings up too many memories.Â
"I fucked up, right?" He says, he sounds desperate. You've never heard him sound like this before. "I'm sorry. I dunno what I did, but I'm sorry."Â
You shrug, picking at the lint of your sleeves. "You didn't do anything. I just...it felt like a good point to just-"Â
"-Leave us?" He cuts in. "Come home, baby. I'm so sorry, just come home and we'll figure this out." You look away because you can feel the tears burn up.Â
"You didn't do anything." You insist, but your voice is weaker.Â
"Was it Suguru? Did he do some bullshit?" Satoru interrogates. "What'd he do? I'll kick his ass, I promise." You hide your smile underneath your sleeves.Â
"He didn't do anything either," you assure, "neither of you did."Â
He's getting more and more desperate. "Then why did you leave us? What's wrong with us? Why can't we go home and talk this out? Please come back, baby; home doesn't feel like home without you."Â
Isn't this what you wanted? A confession. Evidence that they wanted you just as much as they wanted each other. Satoru certainly did. Suguru did, too, considering how hurt Satoru implied him to be. A week ago, you might have been over the moon, too wallowed in self-pity to do anything but agree, run back into their arms, and willingly sink back into 2nd place all over again.Â
But the thought of going back to their home makes you feel sick.Â
"I can't." You decide. "I just can't. It's over, Satoru."Â
I'm sorry. You keep that last line to yourself because you're too scared to crack in front of him. Shatter. Splinter.Â
Satoru doesn't share the same sentiment. You hear movement, and when you look up, he's crying.Â
A part of you wants to hug him, but you hold yourself back because he isn't yours anymore, and maybe he never was. Still, it hurts seeing him like this. The piece of you that still wanted him is ready to forgive and forget. Your vindictiveness keeps it at bay.Â
"That's not fucking fair." He's saying through his tears, even when he's crying, he's beautiful, "You-you can't just ditch us like this. You don't get it; we can't live without you. It's killing us; you're killing us, baby." He staggers forward, in a way that makes you afraid he might fall. In the end, he just collapses on the bed. Eventually, you take a seat next to him.Â
He's looking around, you catch him eyeing the pile of clothes in the laundry basket. The hair ties on top of the drawer. The plushies on the bed. You think it might finally be starting to sink that that you're truly gone.Â
"Suguru can't sleep these days, y'know that?" He starts, a sardonic laugh in his throat. "He pretends to, but he can't. He stays up all night just wishing you'd come home. The guy is miserable without you, and you can't even gimme a fucking answer."Â
His voice cuts you just the way it's supposed to. You wince, feeling his words slice into his skin, finding their way into your heart. You look at his shoes for a moment. He didn't bother to remove them. Maybe that's another reason why Utahime was so pissed.Â
"I was starting to feel like an afterthought with you two." You speak. "I mean, it makes sense, you two were together, first. I thought the barrier would just take time to go away....but then it didn't."Â
How many times has Suguru taken Satoru's hand over yours? How many times has Satoru forgotten your drink but not Suguru's? How many inside jokes you didn't understand? You always felt petty for being jealous over the tiniest things, but those tiny things kept getting bigger and bigger until it felt like they'd been purposely building that barrier themselves.
You were sick of feeling like the third wheel in your relationship.Â
"Baby..." Satoru's voice is tinged in guilt and you can't look at him because you can feel the tears start to well up. "I-I didn't realize." He grabs your hand.Â
"Come home." He pleads. "We'll fix it, I promise. We'll be better. We'll do better."Â
You shake your head, slipping away from his grip.Â
"It's too late." Your voice is shaky. Please let him not notice. Please, please, please for once can his oblivious about everything but his one and only work in your favor? "You can't fix anything, Satoru. Not now."Â
"You haven't even given us a chance to-"Â
"You should go." You stand up. Satoru follows you out the door. Utahime's already outside. She catches your eyes and nods.Â
"Gojo." She speaks, tone clipped. "Get the fuck out of my house."Â
He stills, frozen like the prettiest painting in the world. His eyes turn to ice as he stares at her. Utahime doesn't budge. If anything, she advances, pulling you close, acting like a human barrier between you and your ex-boyfriend. You take it immediately, nestling into her side, taking refuge from his icy stare.Â
There's silence. You only relax when you hear his footsteps fade and the door slams ricochets into the apartment. And that's when you break down into Utahime's arms completely, letting her coo you into comfort.Â
"Maybe I am being overdramatic," you say when Shoko comes back later that day. Utahime was enraged since Satoru left, pacing around the apartment. It's only after both you and Shoko coaxed her back into the couch that she calms down enough to take a seat next to you.Â
"Maybe this whole thing is ridiculous. I-I should just go back and-"
"No." Shoko is immediately saying voice firm. "Absolutely Not."Â
You can smell the hint of smoke when she came back from the hospital. You try not to assume it's because of you.Â
"No way in hell are we letting you go back there after what he did." Utahime gripes.Â
"He didn't do anything." You argue. "I swear, I-I was just...being pathetic."Â
Warm hands lift your head up. You struggle, still shuddering from your sobs as Utahime forces you to look at her.Â
Her eyes are brown. Not as glittery as Satoru's, who's eyes shine like the burning sun itself. Not like Suguru, with his celestial purple. No, hers are just brown.Â
You didn't realize how beautiful brown eyes could be. Not just the color of home; the color of chocolate; the color of brownies. The way the light cast down at them made them deep and dark, like a night sky. If you looked closer, you could see tiny stars swimming around.Â
"Listen. Are you listening?" When you nod, her voice softens. She tucks your hair behind your ear.Â
"You deserve better." She insists. "You deserve better than them. So so much better. I know you can't see it right now, but there is better out there waiting for you." Her voice loses all momentum all at once. "Just...trust me, okay?"Â
Her desperation to be heard makes you smile a bit. You nod. Her frown loosens, just the tiniest bit. She relaxes.Â
"Thanks," you say after a beat. "I...I needed that. I'm glad I have goods friends."Â
Utahime's hands drop from your face. She collapses into the couch cushions with a groan. Shoko laughs.Â
"Told you." Shoko says, mirth and alcohol on her tongue.Â
Utahime flips her off, and Shoko takes her place. She settles into your side.Â
"They were assholes." She tells you. "Forget about them. And she's right, you deserve better."Â
You were glad they were there for you, even when you weren't there for yourself. It felt nice that they cared. Vouched, Advocated for your comfort. They made better boyfriends than your old boyfriends ever did. Their support helped heal the Satoru and Suguru-sized holes left in your heart. Every day became a bit better.Â
When Suguru eventually turned up, you were a bit more prepared.Â
He's a bit nicer than Satoru was. He actually knocks, instead of relentlessly pounding on the door. He doesn't barrel through Shoko when he spots you cowering behind her. His face betrays nothing. He's still. A polite smile is stretched on his lips. Shoko isn't happy about letting him into her home, but when she glances at you, you nod. You needed to do this. You needed closure.Â
And so did Suguru.Â
You don't speak to him until you're shut in your room. Geto cuts the silence first.Â
"How have you been?" He asks nicely.Â
"Good." You respond. "You?"Â
"Good."Â
Conversation stilts. You don't know what to say. Luckily, your ex is never the man who stays silent for long.Â
"How's living with Shoko and Utahime been?" He asks, "I'm surprised you've put up with them for this long. They were pretty scary in high school."Â
"I bet you two were scarier." You counter.Â
He smiles. It's soft, looks good on him. You find yourself smiling back. When you take a seat on the the of the bed, he doesn't follow. You don't know whether to feel glad or not.Â
"Yeah, I'm not the proudest of those times." He admits with a sheepish laugh.Â
It dies down, and you know the artificial barrier between you two has broken. You shift, waiting for the inevitable.Â
"Satoru told me what happened." He sighs. "I'm sorry, Angel. We-I didn't know how you felt. Everything was so perfect, I just thought you felt the same."Â
"It's fine." You assure, and this time, your throat doesn't clog up, and your eyes don't feel itchy. "Really. It's-it's fine."Â
"It's not." Suguru shakes his head. "You'd be in bed with us if it were."Â
That comment pricks something deep within your skin. You swallow, turning away from his piercing purple eyes. They were much like Satoru's. Breathtaking, you could stare at them for hours. You used to.Â
But now, you don't have that desire anymore.Â
And maybe now that you aren't so attached, maybe you could try being a little more honest.Â
"I was jealous." You finally admit. "I couldn't help it. I-I always felt like I was fighting within my relationship. You two were so much closer to each other than I was. Than I ever could be, honestly."Â
Suguru frowns, troubled.Â
"That's not true." He insists, soft, but something's burning underneath his tone. "Satoru and I have history, but that doesn't mean-"Â
"I was runner-up." You cut him off. "For both of you. Looking back, I'm not really upset. It was always impossible for anything to come between the two of you. This-" You gesture between you and him "-was always inevitable."Â
"It's my fault." You smile at him, hoping it comes across as sincere as you feel. "I couldn't stand being second place."Â
He moves then, kneeling in front of you. Eyes the widest you've ever seen them. He catches your hands in his. You let him. A parting gift.Â
"Angel." He starts. "We never once thought of you as that."Â
You shrug. "It doesn't matter." You reply. "It's how I always felt. You can't really change the way I feel about things, Suguru."Â
You think he's realizing that he's beginning to lose you. His grip gets tighter as if he can physically keep you with him at the very least. He shifts until he's right at your knees, looking up at you desperately.Â
"Come back." He insists, abandoning his persuasions. "Just...come back. At least for a little while? We can try again, can't we? Just give us a second chance?"Â
It's strange, they don't look too similar, but you can see the similarities. Wow, they're just perfect for each other, aren't they? Yin and Yang. Two halves; one whole.Â
You were always a leftover. You just had to learn that the hard way, through days of heartbreak, crying, and sobbing your heart out. It took you awhile to understand that the affection they had for each other is different from the affection they had for you.Â
You shake your head. His hands nearly crush yours.Â
"I love you."Â
It takes you a while to figure out what he said. When it does sink in, your world tilts. Your heart stops at his abrupt declaration and you must stare at him because why? At first, you think he's just desperate: lovebombing. And then you look into his eyes, his sincerity. No, he means it. It makes you feel worse.Â
"Satoru does, too, but you know him-he'd rather die than admit something like that." Suguru gives a bitter laugh, one you find familiar even after all this time. "I've always wanted to tell you but thought it was too soon. I thought we had all the time in the world." His voice tapers so he doesn't have to say the obvious but clearly you three didn't.Â
You want to reach over, tuck a stray lock behind his ear but you stop yourself because he isn't yours anymore. You gave it all away when you ran. Instead, you curl your hands around his in silent understanding.Â
You don't know how you didn't realize it before, but Suguru is less put together than usual. His hair is typically well-groomed and shiny, but now you see split ends. His eyes are clear and bright, but today...they aren't. A dull purple. Hazy violet.Â
He's miserable.Â
You did this. This was all you.Â
"Satoru misses you," he says, "always had. Barely smiles anymore. I don't think I can blame him."Â
They loved you. They love you. This was all what you wanted. Just a bit of recognition. There's a tiny part of you that's still itching to jump back in Suguru's arms, kiss him until you're out of breath 'just kidding! it was a prank! let's go home!'Â and then you two would leave hand-in-hand back to Satoru.Â
Going back to them would make them happy, but not you.
But Shoko was right. You deserved better.Â
 "It'll get better." You assure. "You'll heal."Â
Day by day, the cracks in your heart start to seal. Bit by bit. It may never heal over completely, but you know you'll be okay one day. And they'll be alright too. Who knows, maybe in a couple years, you'll all laugh at this.Â
Suguru shakes his head and stands up. His eyes are just the bit glassy, but he's blinking them away before anything gives. It's just like him, honestly, so you're not too upset.Â
"You don't get it." He's smiling, not quite in humor. "I don't think you'll ever do but..." He trails off, mid-thought.Â
"But what?" You press.Â
Then he sighs and closes his eyes. When he looks at you again, his signature pleasantly cold smile is on his face.Â
"I did all I could, I think." He turns around, abrupt. "I'll see myself out."Â
You're caught off-guard by his sudden departure, but by the time you're following him, Shoko's already leading him out the front door, locking it with exasperation.Â
"Is that it?" She asks. "They won't be barging in anytime soon, right?"Â
You stare out the window, watching as Suguru gets in his car. Something bubbled in your stomach.Â
~
It was one of those nights. Shoko had come back early. Utahime was back from the school. You had planned a cute little evening for the girls and a relaxing night in. You had everything: wine, freshly-prepared dinner, a cheesy horror movie, and an announcement you're sure they were more than happy to hear.
You had just settled down the blanket when you hear Shoko come through the door. You take off her coat before she can even touch it, excitedly flitting around her.Â
"What's gotten you in such a good mood?" Shoko asks, her dark circles even more profound than before. You don't have to feel guilty about those for long.Â
"You'll see!" You chirp back.Â
Utahime strolls out of the bathroom, fresh from the shower. Her hair is still wet. You'll ask if you can blow dry it later.Â
"That's what you've been saying for nearly an hour now." Utahime groans. "Just tell us already. Or at least, me."
"Patience." You chastise. "But, it's a good surprise, I promise."Â
She's not satisfied, but she sits down anyway. They eat dinner, complimenting your skills all the while. You preen at their praise. It's a stark contrast between Suguru and Satoru, how cold they'd often been whenever you did something nice for them: tilted smiles, less-than-receptive words of 'oh baby you didn't have to'.Â
As you lived with both couples, you can see the similarities. Utahime's temper is close to Satoru's, but that's where the similarities stop. She's more serious and less likely to blow off your feelings with a playful huff. Shoko and Suguru share the same laid-back personality, but Shoko is always there to listen to you instead of cutting you off with condescending sympathy.Â
Wow, maybe Satoru and Suguru were a little more shitty than you initially thought.Â
Eventually, the night draws to a close. They're drunk, full, and smiling. Perfect. You clear your throat just when Shoko refills her fourth glass.Â
"Again, I'd really like to thank you for letting me stay." You start. "It meant so much to me to have two amazing people to support me like this. So, thank you."Â
Utahime smiles. "Don't thank us," she says, "again, you can stay for as long as you want-forever, honestly!"Â
You nod. "Well, I don't think I have to do that anymore."Â
Shoko freezes mid-sip.Â
"What?" She asks.Â
"I talked to my parents." You tell them, oblivious to their stone faces. "And I'm going to move back in with them, just until I get back on my feet. Isn't that great? Now, you two won't have to-"Â
You stop when you finally notice how cold they look. Utahime looks close to tears.Â
"What's wrong?" You ask.Â
"You're leaving?" Utahime asks, her voice nearly cracks. "Why?"Â
That...wasn't what you were expecting. Shouldn't they be glad the third wheel is finally out of their house? Why does Utahime look so heartbroken? Why is Shoko so quiet? What was going on?
"Isn't-isn't this what you wanted?" You fumble with your words. "Now, you don't have to share the house with me anymore. It'll be just the two of you again."Â
They exchange glances, and it reminds you of those secret conversations Suguru and Satoru used to have. Except this time, you can read their faces.Â
"What if...we don't want it to be just the two of us anymore?" Shoko starts, hesitant, reproachful like she's approaching a scared wild animal.Â
Your eyebrows scrunch. "I don't understand."Â
At that, Utahime drops her head in her hands. "Oh, c'mon! We've been doing this for weeks! You can't be that oblivious-"Â
And then, she stops herself. Looks at you. You stare right back, and the three of you have the exact same realization at the exact same time.Â
"Oh." You breathe.Â
"Oh." Utahime whispers.Â
"We're all idiots." Shoko says behind her glass.Â
"Wait wait. Hold on." You backtrack. "You-you two want...with me?"Â
"Yes!" Utahime exclaims. "Yes! God, now everything makes sense. I thought you were just trying to let us down gently, but this whole time you just weren't even paying attention!"Â
"No." You argue, face hot. "You two were just really subtle."Â
"We all sleep in the same room, these days." Shoko lists. "'Hime sat on your lap with nothing on but a bra and panties."Â
"I thought we were just doing friend things!"Â
"What kinds of friends sit on your lap, half-naked?" Utahime asks, mortified.Â
"I-I-" You give up.Â
All this time. You were mourning over something you lost months ago, even when there was something blooming right under your nose. God, you're an idiot.Â
Hands. They clasp your own. You look up into Utahime's pretty brown eyes.Â
"We want you to stay." She whispers. "We want you." You take a glance at Shoko.Â
"Do you want us?"Â
You take a deep breath.Â
You nod.Â
She's smiling, and then Utahime's kissing you. Soft, so soft, nothing like the possessive kisses Satoru gives you. It's innocent and adoring and you find yourself melting into her completely.Â
Utahime disappears and before you can mourn her warmth, Shoko's lips join yours. You can smell the alcohol, the slightest sting of cigarettes. You don't mind it. Her kisses are nothing like Suguru's, all powerful and domineering. She takes what you give her, asking ever so nicely for more.Â
You break away, panting.Â
"You good?" She asks.Â
You nod.Â
"Good." Shoko hums. "Cuz we're gonna fuck you now."Â
"What?"Â
Shoko pushes you down on the couch. You land with an oomph before Utahime's descends on you with a flurry of kisses.Â
"Waited so long to do this, baby." She's sighing into your lips, fiddling with your shirt so she can pull it off. "Weeks and weeks."Â
She pulls down one of your bra cups, massaging at your tits. You hadn't had action in so long, so you eagerly encouraged her movements, kissing her back with just as much fervor. Shoko takes her place next to her girlfriend, pawing at your other tit.Â
"Look." Shoko purrs. "One for each of us." Her soft mouth sucks on your nipple, swirling it around her mouth. Your head leans back with a pleasant sigh.Â
"Feel good?" Utahime asks. "She's good with her tongue, isn't she?"Â
"Yes," you nod, and Utahime gives out a delighted giggle, peppering your face with kisses. You gasp when you feel her hand shift through your shorts, palming at your dripping pussy.Â
"Poor thing." Utahime's cooing, and there's a brief hint of mockery in her tone. You've never heard that before. It turns you on even more. "They never gave you attention back there did they?" She circles your clit. "They were too busy sucking each other's dicks to pay attention to such a pretty pussy."Â
Shoko pops off your tits, shifting down. She kisses her way to your stomach. You blearily watch as she adjusts herself until she's right at your shorts. Utahime follows her lead, tugging off your shorts. Your panties go next.Â
And then you're staring down at them with trepid anticipation.Â
"I meant what I said." Shoko says softly. "You deserve better. You deserve someone who cares for you."Â
"You deserve us." With that, She and Utahime latch onto your pussy.Â
They're everywhere. You have to stop yourself from cumming right then and there, arching your back as one of them sucks on your clit while the other licks into your hole. She manages to stick her tongue inside of you, and it's enough to shoot sparks through your eyes.Â
"So tight." Utahime's hissing into your cunt. "Sho, after this, you wanna try to fuck this pussy with your strap?"Â
There's a soft laugh, and Shoko pulls away from your clit to answer, much to your disappointment. You whine, thrusting your hips in the air. She stills you with a hush.Â
"I don't think we're ready just yet." She hums. "Yet."Â
When you glance down, they both are making out with your clit. It's debaucherous. Their soft lips are connected, your tiny bud locked in the middle as their spit trickles down into your pussy. Utahime groans and when you look further down, you realize she's touching herself.Â
You don't know which part of this makes you cum, but you cum. It's the hardest you've ever orgasmed. There's so much stimulation that your hips buck up, trying to chase the sparks of pleasure. They let you, licking you through your orgasm.Â
When you come down, your thighs fall apart, splayed against the soft cushions. Utahime still isn't finished, licking at your clit. You shudder at the overstimulation, whining until Shoko is pulling her off of you by her hair.Â
"Good, baby?" She asks, crawling back up to you. You kiss her as an answer. She melts in delight.Â
You break the kiss, glancing over at Utahime.Â
Taking the silent request, she kisses you again. You can taste yourself on her lips. You don't mind it. For some reason, it's sweeter on Utahime's tongue.Â
When she breaks away, she stares at you, face soft. "You're staying, right?" She asks you. "You'll stay with us? Because after this, I don't think we could ever let you go."Â
You give a shy nod, and Utahime beams.Â
"Then, you're ours now," Shoko says, settling into your side. "And we're yours. Always."Â
"Always." You breathe, content, happy. You could almost go to sleep.Â
Shoko slaps your thigh.Â
"Not yet." She warns before propping you up. "First, I want you to sit on my face."Â
Hours later, you wake up delightfully sore in bed. The two girls are curled up next to you. When you move, you can still feel the bruises Utahime left. You never knew she liked to bite so much.Â
You can't even begin to remember what happened, but you don't regret any of it. Hours and hours had passed as they fucked you and fucked each other, and you fucked them.Â
Shoko shifts beside you. She was always a light sleeper.Â
"Awake?" She asks.Â
"Yeah." You softly say back.Â
She hums, shifting a little more to face you. Utahime's behind you, arms protectively curled around your waist. At your voice, her eyes twitch.Â
"Shut up." She grumbles, but her arms cinch around your waist.Â
Shoko stretches as she rises up. You miss her body warmth but you don't mind the view she gives as she saunters over to the dresser, pulling on some clothes.Â
"I'm gonna get food."Â
Utahime mumbles out her order. You say nothing because you don't want to come in between them, and then Shoko looks at you.Â
"What do you want?" She prompts.Â
You blink, and when you answer, Shoko smiles, and then she's out the door.Â
The interaction makes your heart warm.Â
Still, it can't last.Â
When you go to get up, Utahime protests, grabbing your wrist.Â
"And where are you going?" She prods.Â
You fumble. "Back to my room?"Â
"What? Why?" Utahime demands with a frown. "What's the point, you're already with us, now."Â
"Oh." You blink, but you give in and slink back into bed. "Is...this really okay?"Â
"For God's sake, " she hisses, but you don't count it against her because Utahime has always been a little grumpy after waking up. "Yes. We're obsessed with you. How are you so blind?"Â
"We want you, and we're not like them." Her voice drops in disdain. "We'll treat you better. You're ours now. You're mine."Â
"Yours." You repeat, something warm fluttering in your belly.Â
"You can't leave, we'd go crazy, okay?" She seriously tells you. "If someone else takes you away, I'd lose it. And Shoko is okay with murder."Â
You laugh.Â
"That's not a joke." She warns.Â
"I know." And you kiss her again.Â
It's like that for a couple weeks. You live in peaceful domestic bliss with two wonderful girlfriends. Now that you're in an actual loving relationship, you can't tell why you ever contemplated ever going back to Satoru and Suguru. Shoko actually talked to you about your feelings. Utahime cared about your input. You weren't treated like an afterthought, second place.Â
They were with each other longer than they had been with you, but they never made you feel like you had to fight for your relationship. Speaking off Satoru and Suguru, they never once contacted you after their first two attempts. They'd clearly given up.Â
Everything was just perfect.Â
And then, it just wasn't.Â
You were in bed with them. Fifteen minutes ago, Utahime shuffled off to go to the bathroom. She still wasn't back. Half asleep, Shoko grumbled.Â
"She's probably in there fighting a cockroach." She complains, but she rises anyway. "Sleep, I'll be back." She kisses you on the cheek, and then she's gone.Â
Their body warmth fades, but they stay because they're tired. These days, you can't really sleep without them, so you wait for the girls to return. Two minutes pass. Then, five. Then, ten. By then, the bed is cold.Â
You open your eyes, sitting up. It's so quiet. Are they okay?Â
You pull off the comforter, stepping onto the cold wooden floor. The apartment feels strangely...haunted somehow. The air felt heavier now, thick with an invisible tension, like the house itself was holding its breath. It must be because you feel alone, you're sure of it.Â
The bedroom leads to a dark hallway. As you make your way down, you can hear something. Voices? Murmuring. The relief almost makes you laugh. Seriously, what were you even afraid about?Â
The living room is horrific.Â
They look dead. You can't tell if they're breathing or not. Shoko's eyes are closed. Utahime's limp body is sprawled across the floor. There's blood on the wooden panels.Â
Suguru doesn't even blink.Â
"You're awake." He says it so casually, like waking up to your ex-boyfriends mauling your girlfriends is normal.Â
"What..." Your voice fails, you weakly try again. "What did you two do?"Â
Satoru answers, smiling with glinty teeth.Â
"Isn't it obvious? We're getting rid of the competition."Â
You don't understand, your brain hasn't caught up yet, you still think you can talk to these psychos.Â
"It's their fault." Satoru's still smiling, but there's nothing happy about his tone. He's carrying a knife. There's blood on it. "It's all their fault. They manipulated you into breaking up with us, baby. That's how these useless sluts got you into their arms." He spits on Utahime's hair. You cover your face with your hands.Â
"But, it's not like you aren't at fault, Baby." He points the knife at you. "You left us for them. I'm not letting you off the hook for that."Â
You don't know what he's saying. His movements scare you, his eyes, the knife. When you glance at Suguru, you don't know what you're expecting.Â
But you know you aren't expecting...that.Â
His purple eyes are icy cold. Utterly devoid of any emotion. You don't think you're staring at a person, anymore.Â
"You lied," Suguru says, "You lied about us not giving you enough attention. You just wanted to leave us. For them."Â
You step back. They step forward.Â
Those bastards would've never let you go otherwise. Utahime warned you. Looking at her limp body, you wondered if she thought they'd ever go this far.Â
"I didn't." You weakly insist. "I-I wasn't lying about anything! It-it wasn't like I wanted to leave-"Â
"Stop lying," Gojo insists. "Stop fucking lying already."Â
He smiles again.Â
"It's okay, baby. I know you'll come back with us. Right after we're done dealing with these two whores."Â
"You'll belong to us." Suguru promises and he steps on Shoko's hands. "Just like always."
They were both crazy. Nothing could get through to them. Now, you would sit there and watch them maul the only things in your life that made you feel complete.Â
The worst part is that everything was your fault.Â
Shoko's pinky twitches. You can see Utahime take shallow breathes.
And you speak.Â
"I'm sorry."Â
Your weak voice makes them stop in their tracks. Satoru glances at you, Suguru does too. You can't convince them. The only thing you can do is play into their delusions.Â
"You're right." You say, the tears finally feeling useful. "I just wanted to leave. I-I was just bored. I wanted something new." Suguru's lips curl and you quickly move on. "But-but the more I stayed with them, the more I realized...how much I missed you two."Â
Satoru halts. You caught him.Â
"I did." You stress, carefully making your way to him on feet that were close to dropping at any minute. "Every day, I thought about you two." You reach out, touching his face with shaky fingers. "I really really wanted to come back, but I was afra-afraid you wouldn't...want me back."
Satoru reaches up to touch your hand. His fingers are cold. You resist the urge to shudder.Â
"You missed us?" He wonders.Â
The lie feels like sand.Â
"More than anything."Â
His kiss is violent. He crushes you with his grip, touching and biting and everything you hate. You squeeze your eyes shut, letting him suck your soul dry.Â
"Don't kill them." You whisper when he finally pulls away. "Please don't kill them. Everything was my fault."Â
Satoru's face is pensive. His gaze drifts off to Suguru's. Those silent conversations you hated so much.Â
Then, Satoru gives a delighted sigh.Â
"You're lucky. I love you so much." He kisses your nose, before pushing you in Suguru's arms.Â
"I'll clean up here. Suguru, go back to the truck." He demands.Â
You don't fight, letting Suguru drag you away. Shoko and Utahime live in apartments, but you're afraid if you scream, Satoru might change his mind and gut them anyway. Before Suguru leads you off, you catch Gojo scoffing before he kicks at Utahime's face. You gasp and pray that when Shoko wakes up, she'll be coherent enough to call for an ambulance.Â
I'm sorry, you tell them. I'm so so sorry.Â
Suguru pushes you into the backseat of their vehicle. You obediently take a seat.Â
"You shouldn't have left." He tells you. "You should've stayed."Â
His face is cold, but his tone betrays the tiniest tremor. If you weren't so scared, you'd laugh. The irony is that he's the one who feels wronged here.Â
"I'm sorry," you say anyway.Â
He hums, not quite satisfied with your answer.Â
"You aren't." He responds, and you hate how well he knows your tells.Â
And then, he grins.Â
"But you will be."
Hands reach out, gripping your neck. You flail immediately as Suguru cuts of your oxygen. You can't breathe. You can't fucking breathe. No matter how tightly you squeeze onto his wrist, digging your nails into his hands, clawing at his face. He keeps you still, keeping you there as you grow weaker. Your vision gets blurry. Your attempts get sluggish. There's a kiss on your forehead, and you black out completely.Â
~
You wake up in a room you've never seen before. And your neck is sore.Â
The pain drifts in as soon as consciousness does. You feel like you have a hangover, your head throbs, your eyes struggle to remain open. You can't go back to sleep either, not when it hurts so much.Â
The panic doesn't settle in until you catch the cuffs on either one of your legs, keeping you attached to the bedpost. Silver chains, with enough lead to let you move around a bit. The cuffs are padded so you don't rub yourself raw. You don't care about the thoughtfulness.Â
They're in the room with you, watching with silent eyes. Nausea builds up in your stomach, and you wonder how long they'd stayed there, just watching you.Â
You miss Shoko. You miss Utahime. You missed people who actually loved you.Â
Not these two. Monsters that lied and pretended, but deep down, they were just too selfish to share.Â
"You were out for a while." Suguru comments.Â
"I told you to use the syringe," Satoru remarks, but he doesn't sound too upset. At his voice, Suguru laughs.Â
You shift in your spot. Suguru takes that as an invitation. He sits at the edge of the bed, watching you with satisfied eyes. You must look pathetic: shivering, in tears. He reaches up, catching your tears with his finger.
"So cute." And then he frowns. "You know why we're doing this, yes? You were bad. You need to be punished."
"I'm sorry." It's all you can say. You feel like a broken record, doomed to repetition over and over again.
"You aren't. You should stop lying." Suguru says sweetly. "But I'm sure, a couple hours in your new home will help you think about how much you hurt us."
You wanted to scream, but you can't cuz your throat still hurts from Suguru's hands, and you know he's not above putting his hands on you this time. Maybe he never was, you just never saw this side of him until you made him snap.
"You're leaving?" You stumble, moving as they back away but the chains only take you so far. There are no windows, and when Suguru shuts the light off, the only thing that's keeping you from the dark entirely is the light emitting out the hallway.
"Wait." You beg. "Please. Wait, don't-don't leave me here. I'm sorry. This is scary. I'm scared."
Satoru hesitates at your broken voice. Like a shark smelling blood, you pounce.
"Satoru, please."
"If you keep coddling, then the lesson will never be learned." Suguru warns.
Satoru stares at you. He's not wearing his sunglasses. You can see him for what he is now.
"I love you." He says it so sincerely, you almost believe it. "This is for your own good."
The door shuts, and everything goes dark.
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BABYSITTER - THE SALESMAN
pairing: the salesman x male reader
synopsis: When a broke college student takes a babysitting gig, he signs up for snack time and bedtime storiesâbut ends up with bloodstains, cryptic employers, and an unsettling crush on the kidâs disturbingly hot dad.
content warnings: 18+, bottom male reader, blackmailing, blood, anal, breeding, creampie, missionary, mating press, dubcon, mentions of kidnapping, too much plot
word count: 5.2k (good lord)
It was a typical Wednesday afternoon when you found yourself perched in the corner of the campus cafĂŠ, a half-empty cup of cold coffee sweating onto the table beside your laptop. Bills, tuition, and the general weight of adulthood had a way of pressing down on your shoulders, leaving you in a constant state of mild panic. You scrolled through job listings with the desperation of someone clinging to a lifeboat. Â
Barista? You had already been rejected twice due to your âlack of experience.â Â
Retail? They wanted you available on weekends, which wasnât feasible with your study schedule. Â
Dog walker? Allergic to fur. Â
The list grew more depressing as the minutes ticked by, until one particular post caught your attention:Â Â
"Babysitter needed. Flexible hours. Payment upon services rendered. Serious applicants only."Â Â
There was no company name, no attached image of a smiling family, not even a hint about the age of the child youâd be babysitting. The simplicity of it screamed sketchy, but the promise of payment dangled in front of you like a carrot on a stick.Â
âDesperate times,â you muttered, clicking on the post. Â
The application form was equally bare-bones, asking only for your name, availability, and a short paragraph about why you wanted the job. You quickly typed something generic about being responsible and good with kids, then hit send without much hope. Â
To your surprise, you received a reply almost immediately. Â
"Youâre hired. Start tomorrow at 3 PM. Address: [Redacted]."Â Â
You stared at the screen, bewildered. No interview? No background check? Either this was the worldâs most desperate parent, or you were walking into a scam. A friend texted you moments later, asking if youâd found a job yet, and you decided to leave out the details when you replied,Â
"Yep, starting tomorrow."Â Â
The afternoon sun was scorching as you made your way up the steps of the quaint suburban house. The place had a sort of storybook charmâa neat lawn, pastel shutters, and a small porch swing swaying lazily in the breeze. If it werenât for the suspiciously vague job listing youâd answered, you might have thought you were walking into a feel-good rom-com instead of a potentially shady situation. Â
You knocked on the door and waited. Seconds ticked by. You shifted awkwardly, glancing over your shoulder as if expecting hidden cameras. But just as you were about to knock again, the door flew open with surprising force, revealing a little girl standing barely taller than the doorknob. Â
âHi!â she exclaimed, her voice so cheerful it nearly gave you whiplash. âAre you the babysitter?â Â
âUh⌠yeah,â you replied, startled by the sheer intensity of her enthusiasm. âThatâs me.â Â
âIâm Su-an,â she said proudly, puffing out her chest. âCome in! I was just having a meeting with my council!â Â
Before you could even ask what she meant, she grabbed your hand and tugged you inside. The house was warm and cozy, if a little cluttered, with toys scattered across the floor and crayon drawings taped haphazardly on the walls. Â
---
âThis is Mr. Snuggles,â Su-an announced, holding up a ragged teddy bear with one ear chewed off. âHeâs the president of my council.â Â
âUh-huh,â you said, nodding solemnly. âAnd what does the council do?â Â
âImportant stuff,â she said, narrowing her eyes like she was letting you in on a state secret. âLike deciding who gets cookies after dinner. Also, they voted to make you the assistant.â Â
You blinked. âI donât remember running for office.â Â
âWell, you didnât,â she said matter-of-factly. âBut Mr. Snuggles said you looked like youâd be good at it.â Â
Before you could protest, she shoved the bear into your hands and pointed to a tiny table covered in a chaotic mix of crayons, plastic teacups, and a single half-eaten cookie. Â
âSit,â she ordered. âThe council meeting is starting!â Â
---
The rest of the afternoon unfolded in a whirlwind of nonsensical games and increasingly bizarre âcouncil decisions.â At one point, you were ordered to wear a paper crown (which barely fit) and were dubbed the âOfficial Snack Prince.â Your royal duties included distributing Goldfish crackers and ensuring everyoneâstuffed animals includedâgot an equal share. Â
âYouâre actually pretty good at this,â Su-an said, eyeing you critically as you handed Sir Fluffington his crackers. âBetter than my last babysitter.â Â
âOh?â you asked, curious. âWhat happened to them?â Â
âThey couldnât handle the council,â she said gravely. Â
---
After the meeting adjourned, Su-an decided it was time to âtrainâ you in the art of hide-and-seek. You played along, even though she kept hiding in the same spot: under the dining table, her giggles giving her away every single time. Â
âFound you again!â you said, crouching down to peer under the table. Â
She gasped, genuinely shocked. âHow are you so good at this?!â Â
âItâs a gift,â you deadpanned, earning another round of giggles. Â
---
When hide-and-seek got old, she declared it was âdance party time.â She dragged you to the living room, where she plugged in her favorite playlist on an ancient speaker. The first song was a pop hit you vaguely recognized, and before you could even protest, she was already twirling around like a whirlwind. Â
âCome on!â she yelled over the music. Â
âI donât dance,â you started, but she shot you a look so devastatingly adorable that you had no choice but to join in. Â
What followed was ten minutes of the most ridiculous dancing of your life. Su-an moved like she was powered by pure chaos, flailing her arms and jumping around, while you attempted something resembling the robot. She laughed so hard she tripped over her own feet, and you had to catch her before she face-planted into the couch. Â
---
As the day wore on, you found yourself genuinely enjoying her company. She was smart, funny, and had the kind of boundless energy that made you wonder if kids ran on caffeine instead of juice boxes. Â
By the time bedtime rolled around, you were exhausted. Getting her into pajamas was an ordealâshe insisted she couldnât sleep without her âlucky socks,â which turned out to be mismatched and buried at the bottom of her toy chest. When you finally tucked her in, she stared up at you with wide, sleepy eyes. Â
âWill you come back tomorrow?â she asked, clutching Mr. Snuggles to her chest. Â
âYeah,â you said, smiling. âIâll be here.â Â
âPromise?â Â
âPromise.â Â
---
As you made your way back downstairs, you felt a surprising sense of accomplishment. Babysitting wasnât what youâd imagined yourself doing, but something about Su-anâs infectious energy and genuine joy made it worth it. Â
You tidied up the living room, stepping over plastic dinosaurs and rogue crayons, and couldnât help but laugh to yourself. If every day was going to be like this, maybe this job wouldnât be so bad after all. Â
---
And so, your days with Su-an became a routine. Every afternoon, she greeted you at the door like an excited puppy, launching into a new scheme or game. One day, she decided you were a dragon and she was a brave knight. The next, you were her art teacher, helping her draw increasingly absurd animals like âdog-o-saurusesâ and âcat-icorns.â Â
One particularly memorable day, she tried to teach you how to braid her hair. It did not go well. Â
âWhy are there so many strands?!â you groaned, your fingers tangled in her hair. Â
âItâs easy!â she said, giggling. âYou just go over, under, over, under!â Â
âYou sound like a cryptic math teacher,â you muttered, earning another round of giggles. Â
---
The days passed in a blur of laughter and chaos, and soon, you found yourself looking forward to your afternoons with Su-an. She made you forget about your stress, your bills, and your endless to-do list. Â
Still, a question lingered in the back of your mind: where was her dad during all of this? But for now, you were content to let the mystery be. After all, it was hard to worry about much when you had a six-year-old demanding you be her âRoyal Snack Advisor.â
It was one of those rare evenings when the air felt just rightânot too cold, not too warm, with a soft breeze that carried the faint smell of grass and distant barbecues. Su-an had begged to go to the park after dinner, and youâd caved, eager to get some fresh air and give her a chance to burn off her endless energy.
âPush me higher!â Su-an squealed as she swung back and forth, her legs pumping excitedly. You stood behind her, laughing as you gave the swing a gentle push.
âHigher, huh? What are you trying to do, touch the clouds?â
âMaybe!â she shouted, giggling as the swing reached its peak.
The park wasnât crowdedâjust a few other families and joggers scattered around. It was peaceful, the kind of evening where you could almost forget the strange tension that sometimes hung around the house, the questions you tried not to ask about her fatherâs late-night comings and goings.
But the peace didnât last.
As you helped Su-an off the swing and she dragged you toward the monkey bars, a commotion near the edge of the park caught your attention. At first, you thought it was just a group of people arguingâa not-uncommon sight in the city. But then you saw him.
Your heart stopped.
There, in the dim light of a flickering street lamp, was a manâthe man. His tall frame was unmistakable, even in the shadows. He stood over a small group of disheveled, huddled figures, who you quickly realized were homeless people. A plastic bag lay torn at his feet, loaves of bread spilled across the ground.
He wasnât just standing there. He was stepping on the bread.
Your breath caught as you watched him stomp down with deliberate, almost mechanical force, grinding the food into the dirt. The homeless group stared in silence, some in shock, others looking away as if too defeated to protest.
âIsnât that Daddy?â
The innocent question cut through the haze of disbelief like a knife. You snapped your head down to look at Su-an, her wide eyes fixed on the scene with a mix of curiosity and confusion.
âNo,â you said quickly, your voice sharper than you intended. âItâs not.â
âButââ
Before she could finish, you crouched down and gently placed your hands over her eyes. âLetâs go, Su-an. Weâre leaving.â
âWhy canât I look? Whatâs wrong?â she whined, squirming in your grasp.
âBecause itâs not safe,â you said, trying to keep your voice steady as you picked her up and started walking away, her protests muffled against your shoulder.
Your mind raced as you carried her toward the car. What had you just witnessed? That couldnât have been himâcould it? But the silhouette, the way he carried himselfâit was all too familiar.
You buckled Su-an into her car seat, doing your best to distract her with promises of ice cream and cartoons when you got home. But even as she babbled happily about her favorite flavors, your hands trembled on the steering wheel.
By the time you got back to the house and put Su-an to bed, your heart was still pounding. You paced the living room, replaying the scene over and over in your head. The way heâd crushed the bread underfootâthere had been no hesitation, no anger, just cold, calculated precision.
Who does that?
And more importantly, why?
The house was silent, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the floorboards as you shifted on the couch. You hadnât meant to fall asleep, but between your classes, assignments, and Su-anâs boundless energy, exhaustion had taken its toll.
It was the sound of the front door slamming that jolted you awake. Disoriented, you blinked into the darkness, the faint glow of the kitchen light casting long shadows across the room. Footsteps echoed through the hallwayâheavy, deliberate, and nothing like the hurried, near-silent ones you were used to from the man of the house.
You sat up, your heart beginning to race. Something wasnât right.
When he appeared in the doorway, your stomach twisted into a knot. His usually pristine white shirt was drenched in blood, the vivid crimson staining the fabric and dripping in thick, uneven streaks. His face was ashen, his dark eyes wild and unfocused, like a man teetering on the edge of something you couldnât name.
âWh-what happened?â you stammered, instinctively backing away as the metallic tang of blood reached your nose.
âItâs not my blood,â he said curtly, his voice gravelly and sharp.
As if that was supposed to make you feel better.
âThat doesnât answer my question!â you said, your voice trembling despite your attempt to sound firm.
He staggered toward the kitchen, his movements unsteady but purposeful. Against every ounce of self-preservation screaming at you to stay put, you got up and followed him.
âAre you hurt?â you asked, your tone softer this time.
He didnât respond, instead gripping the edge of the counter as if to steady himself. The dim light overhead cast harsh shadows across his sharp features, making him look even more unapproachable than usual.
âSit down,â you said, surprised by the steadiness of your own voice.
He turned his head, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your chest tighten. For a moment, you thought heâd ignore you, but then he surprised you by obeying. He sank into one of the kitchen chairs, his movements slow and deliberate, as if every step cost him.
You grabbed a damp cloth from the sink, your hands trembling slightly as you wrung it out. You werenât sure why you were doing thisâwhy you werenât running out the door or calling the police. Maybe it was the way he looked, like a man who had seen too much, or maybe it was the faint vulnerability hiding behind his hard exterior.
âThis... isnât normal,â you muttered, more to yourself than him, as you began wiping the blood from his face. The cloth came away dark and sticky, and your stomach churned.
âYou shouldnât concern yourself with things you donât understand,â he said quietly, his voice carrying a warning edge.
You paused, meeting his gaze. His eyes were darker than youâd ever seen them, filled with something unreadableâa mix of exhaustion, anger, and something else that sent a shiver down your spine.
âIâm here,â you said, almost defiantly, as you moved to clean his hands. âSo Iâm already concerned.â
He didnât respond, but the tension in his shoulders seemed to ease ever so slightly.
The silence between you grew even heavier, the only sound now being the soft movement of the cloth against his skin. Your hands were shaking slightly as you worked, wiping the blood from his face, his hands, but his eyes never left you. They were intenseâpiercing, almost as though he were searching for something in your expression.
You couldnât look away for long. The tension in the air thickened with every passing second, your heartbeat picking up, each thud echoing loudly in your ears. It was like being drawn into a web you didnât fully understand but couldnât escape from, no matter how hard you tried.
When you finally stepped back, giving him space, you thought youâd be able to breathe again. But then, his hand shot out, quick as lightning, wrapping around your wrist. The touch was firm, deliberate, sending an involuntary jolt of electricity through your veins. You tried to pull away, but his grip was unyielding. His fingers were cold against your skin, but the intensity in his eyes made your heart race.
"Why are you helping me?" His voice was low, gravelly, and for a moment, you wondered if he was testing youâseeing if youâd reveal the truth, or maybe if youâd run.
You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breath, but your pulse was hammering, and you couldnât ignore the way your body reacted to his proximity. The heat between you both felt suffocating. His touch was grounding, yet it stirred something dangerous inside you. âBecause someone has to,â you replied, your voice steady, though you could feel the words slipping off your tongue more as a defense than truth.
His gaze deepened, darkening in a way that sent a chill down your spine. The air between you was thick, electric, as if there were an unspoken promise between you bothâa promise you knew you were too afraid to fully acknowledge. Then, before you could even react, he pulled you in close. His other hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair with a force that made your breath catch in your throat.
And then his lips were on yours.
It wasnât gentle. It wasnât slow. It was a collision, desperate and overwhelming, like a dam that had been holding back too much for too long and was finally breaking free. His kiss was messyâalmost violentâas if he needed to consume you, to claim you in a way that made your knees weak and your thoughts scatter. His lips were demanding, his teeth grazing your bottom lip in a way that made your body tremble.
You shouldâve pushed him away, told him to stop, told him that this was wrong. Your mind screamed at you to break free, but your body betrayed you, leaning into him instead, matching the fervor of his kiss. His hand slid to your waist, pulling you even closer, his grip tightening. Your breath was ragged between kisses, and your pulse pounded in your ears as the world outside of the two of you seemed to vanish.
When he pulled away, just far enough to catch his breath, your lips were swollen, your chest heaving. You couldnât think. All you could feel was the lingering heat of his touch, the undeniable thrum of desire that still buzzed beneath your skin. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, there was something in themâsomething dark, dangerous, but...hungry.
His lips curved into a smirk, and it sent a jolt of unease running down your spine, mingled with something else, something deeper.
âYouâre in over your head, kid,â he said, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down your back.
The words shouldâve been a warning. They shouldâve sent you running. But instead, they only lingered in the air between you, wrapping themselves around you like a noose. You shouldâve known then, but you didnât want to listen.
And for the first time, you realized: you were already tangled up in his web, and maybeâjust maybeâyou didnât want to escape.
The obsession grew in subtle ways. Youâd arrive to find unexpected gifts waiting for you on the kitchen counter: a sleek leather wallet, a watch so expensive you didnât dare wear it, a bottle of cologne that smelled like a storm breaking over the ocean.
When you tried to protestââThis is too muchâ or âI canât accept thisââhis expression would shift. His jaw would tighten, his eyes darkening with something that made your chest tighten.
âTake it,â heâd say, his tone brooking no argument. And youâd always comply, your words catching in your throat as he gave you a look that said refusing wasnât an option.
Your feelings about him became a tangled mess of contradictions. Every instinct screamed that something about him was wrong. The blood, the cryptic way he spoke, the chilling bread incident in the parkâthey all painted a picture of a man you should stay far away from.
But then there were the moments that left you reeling. A lingering glance, a brush of his hand against yours, the way he could softenâjust slightlyâwhen he saw you with Su-an.
The first time he kissed you, you felt like your world had been turned inside out. It was sudden, overwhelming, and left you breathless. His lips were rough but urgent, like he was staking a claim rather than asking permission. And when it happened againâand againâyou didnât push him away. Instead, you found yourself leaning into him, craving the heat of his touch despite every rational thought telling you to run.
But his obsession wasnât content to simmer beneath the surface. It began to consume him, bleeding into the delicate balance of your day-to-day life.
He started showing up during your babysitting hours, a presence that was impossible to ignore. At first, heâd just watch from the doorway as you played with Su-an, his dark eyes following your every move with a possessiveness that sent shivers down your spine.
Then, his involvement escalated. Heâd dismiss you earlyâalways with some excuse about needing to talk to you. But the moment Su-an was out of earshot, his demeanor would shift. Heâd pull you into his room, his hands firm but not rough as he guided you inside.
âYouâre spending so much time with her,â heâd say, his voice low and rough, tinged with something you couldnât quite place. âDonât forget whoâs paying you.â
His lips would crash against yours before you could respond, his kisses urgent and messy, as though he couldnât stand the thought of you being anywhere else but with him.
The final straw came on a night like any otherâor so you thought. Su-an had already gone to bed, and you were tidying up the living room when your gaze drifted toward the slightly ajar door of the manâs study. It was a room he rarely used in your presence, a space he kept locked most of the time.
You hadnât intended to snoop. But the door was open, and your curiosity, already inflamed by the strange events surrounding him, got the better of you.
Inside, the air was thick with the scent of leather and faintly bitter cologne. The dim lighting cast long shadows over the mahogany desk and the shelves lined with books and files. One particular folder caught your attentionâit was open, papers spilling out as if hastily shoved aside.
Your heart sank as you picked up the first page. It was your class schedule, neatly printed and highlighted. Beneath it were receipts from your favorite coffee shop, notes about your usual order scribbled in the margins.
And then there were the photos.
They werenât candid shots taken on the street or at the park. They were intimate, the kind of photos someone would take if they were watching closelyâtoo closely. You recognized the outfits, the moments. One was of you laughing as you pushed Su-an on the swings. Another showed you sitting on a park bench, earbuds in, entirely unaware of the camera.
The air in the room felt too thick, like it was choking you. Your fingers trembled as you shoved the papers back into the folder, heart hammering in your chest.
âWhat the hell is this?â
The words left your mouth before you even realized he was standing in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the light from the hall. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes burned with something intense.
The folder in your hands felt heavier than it should have, its contents seared into your memory. Photos of you, notes about your life, details no one should know unless theyâd been watching you for far too long. Your heart pounded in your chest as you stared at him, standing so calmly in the doorway as if this was all perfectly normal.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â you demanded, your voice shaking.
He didnât answer right away. Instead, he stepped further into the room, his movements slow, deliberate. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing you in with the man you were starting to realize you knew far less about than youâd thought.
âI warned you,â he said, his voice low, almost soothing. âI told you not to go looking where you shouldnât.â
âThisâthis is insane,â you stammered, backing up until the edge of the desk pressed against your hips. âWhy do you have these? Why are youââ
âYou donât get it, do you?â he interrupted, his tone softening as he drew closer. His gaze was unrelenting, pinning you in place. âIâve been watching over you. Protecting you. Youâre... important to me.â
âProtecting me?â you shot back, your voice breaking. âThis is stalking. This is obsessive. Thisâthis isnât normal!â
He stopped just a breath away from you, his height and presence overwhelming. His eyes, dark and piercing, searched yours for something, though you couldnât tell what. Slowly, he reached out, his hand brushing against your cheek.
âI canât lose you,â he murmured, his voice almost breaking. âDo you have any idea what you mean to meâand to my daughter? Youâve become... everything.â
The warmth of his touch sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. Your body tensed, torn between the instinct to pull away and the undeniable pull of his closeness.
âStop,â you whispered, though your voice lacked the strength it should have had. âThis isnâtâthis canâtââ
But he didnât stop. His other hand moved to your waist, firm but not forceful, as he leaned closer.
âYou keep saying itâs wrong,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper, his breath warm against your lips. âBut you donât push me away.â
His lips brushed against yours, testing, as though giving you one last chance to stop him. But when you didnât move, when your breath hitched and your hands gripped the edge of the desk behind you, he took it as permission.
The kiss was slow at first, deliberate and searching, as though he was memorizing every inch of your mouth. But it didnât stay that way for long. His hand slid up to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss.
You gasped against him, your hands instinctively gripping his shirt. The heat of him, the sheer intensity of his presence, was dizzying. When his teeth grazed your bottom lip, you couldnât suppress the small sound that escaped youâa sound that seemed to ignite something in him.
His movements grew more desperate, more consuming. He pressed you back against the desk, his body caging you in as his lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, then down to the sensitive skin of your neck. The scrape of his stubble sent sparks of sensation racing down your spine, and you couldnât help the way your head tilted to give him better access.
âYou drive me insane,â he murmured against your skin, his voice rough, almost guttural. âDo you even realize what you do to me?â
You swallowed hard, your mind racing even as your body betrayed you, leaning into him. His hands gripped your waist, his thumbs brushing just under the hem of your shirt, and you shivered at the contact.
âThis... this isnât okay,â you managed, though the words came out weak, shaky.
âNo,â he agreed, pulling back just enough to look at you. His gaze was dark, filled with something you didnât dare name. âBut that doesnât mean you donât want it.â
The words hung between you, heavy and charged, as he leaned in again, his lips claiming yours with a hunger that left no room for argument. And though your mind screamed at you to stop, to push him away, your body betrayed you, pulling him closer instead.
His hand slowly trailed to the hem of your sweatpants, lightly tugging on the strap, you flinched when his cold hand suddenly went under your boxers.Â
âWe shouldnât be doing thisâ Su-an might-â you were interrupted with his other hand covering your mouth.
âHush now, this room is soundproof,â he merely stated before harshly pulling your pants and boxers down with one tug. He then picked you up and placed you on the desk, pushing aside all the files and paper, which now seemed so insignificant.
âYouâre hard. Are you still telling me you donât want this?â He questions, his warm breath fanning your ear. You shuddered at the feeling, not knowing what to say, or what to do.
Before you could form words, he wraps his hand around your aching cock which was standing erect, partly due to the cool air, and partly due to what was happening.
His movements were minimal, slowly moving his hand along your shaft, while his other hand fetched a packet of lube from his back pocket. Where he managed to get that, you couldnât tell.
He ripped the packet with his teeth, and spread the substance all over his fingers, before swiftly flipping you over, so that your ass was facing him.
Before you could utter a word of process, he had slipped a lubed finger in you. A wanton moan left your mouth at the sudden intrusion.Â
âFuckâdonât stop, please,â the man only smirked at this, slowly sliding in another finger, and then another. Three of his fingers slowly pumped in and out of you, and oh, it felt heavenly. His other hand held you up just a bit, to keep you from falling off the study desk.
Your hands gripped onto the desk, frantically trying to keep yourself upright, but to no avail. You kept slumping off, the pleasure being too overwhelming.
âStay still for me pet, thatâs itâgood boy,â the praise went straight to your dick, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
Soon, the man determined that you had been prepped enough, and removed his fingers. You whined at the sudden emptiness, wanting to feel full once more.
He stared at your twitching hole, clenching around nothing. The sight did nothing but turn him on even more.
He removed his belt and cast it aside, while tugging down his pants and boxers with a sense of urgency. He easily flipped you over with his strong arms, now getting a clear view of your already fucked-out face.
He merely grinned, and before you could respond, he slid into your awaiting hole. You gasped at the intrusion, the head of his cock bullying its way into your hole. He groaned feeling the way you clenched around his length.
Without waiting for you to adjust, he fucked into you like an animal in heat, holding your legs in such a way that your knees where at your shoulders.
The new angle made his length hit your prostate with every thrust, making your head fall back on the table, a loud moan leaving your lips.
 The man was savouring every single reaction, every little noise you made. âSuch a sweet little thing,â he cooed. âCanât even keep a straight head while getting fucked, hm?â
The only thing that left your mouth was a string of garbled noises. Your brain had quite literally turned to mush with how well he was fucking you.
Soon, you felt your orgasm wash over you like a waterfall, but the man didnât stop. Instead, he fucked into you harder, a bulge forming in your stomach with every thrust.
He lightly pressed on the bulge, which made you squealâ the overstimulation doing too much to your head.
He kept rutting into you until he felt his climax. When it came, his thrusts slowly started to stutter. Without warning he emptied his load in you, painting your gummy walls white.
He kept you on the desk, without pulling out as you whimpered, feeling so, so full.
With your mind in such a disarrayed state, you didnât notice him slip a small ring onto your finger.
âNow you canât leave meâor Su-an, ever. Poor thing needs a mother after all.â
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đŠę¨ď¸đŞ âââ as the last woman on earth, a government bounty marks you as humanityâs only hope for repopulation. unexpectedly, stumbling into your college football team becomes your lifeline, but instead of turning you in, they want to impregnate you on their own terms.
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đŠę¨ď¸đŞ âââ fem!reader, mentions of sexism in medicine, gangbang, breeding, cunninlingus, unprotected s*x, mild degradation, reader gets spanked once, mentions of food, mentions of babies, mentions of pregnancy, reverse harem, reader gets kidnapped, creampies, double penetration, nipple play, mentions of viral outbreaks, home isolation, mentions of human torture and experimentation, apocalypse AU, dark content ahead (10k+ words i am sick in the head)
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One thing about life you were coming to find out in your short existence, was that it could change in the blink of an eye.
One day, youâre a popular cheerleader everyone loves, on the Deanâs List and speeding through to a life of accolades and financial stability, then the next, a viral outbreak spirals out of control, infecting and offing only women.Â
It started with rapid coughing and sneezing. Many expert scientists cited a woman's inferior immune system compared to men. They barely paid any attention to the growing casualties in one half of the population, just like how they turned a blind eye to PCOS or the persistent chronic pain most women seemed to experience throughout their lives.Â
As the voices of one half went unheard, the dire consequences slapped mankind fully in the face.Â
Birth rates dropped, many nations lost their manpower and society became increasingly violent and hostile.Â
Those women that were left were transferred to medical facilities under the guise of rehabilitating them. But, there were the rumours of abuse and medical experiments that arose from shady forums and chat groups.Â
You had read some of them from Jiennaâs laptop when she was still alive.
Your best friend and roommate was an advocate for womenâs rights, even before the world hadnât gone to shit, and she was the first one who opened your eyes to the blatant mistreatment women were going through official medical channels. When the virus hit, the both of you huddled in your shared dormitory, trading packets of ramen and stories while waiting for more aid to come.Â
She always had such a bright smile and determination. The day the virus took her away from you was one you could never forget.Â
Jienna laid on her bed, a grey pallor overtaking her once radiant skin. The skincare she religiously applied was gathering dust on her dresser, and everytime she exhaled, it sounded coarser and coarser.
Eventually, she closed her eyes and never awoke again, and you had to page the medical team to extract her body, all while tears streamed down your cheeks and you were hovering on the edge of a full meltdown.
Your family across the country couldnât even come and see you; your brothers were barred from taking you back home, as every woman in the district was given strict orders to remain at home and behind locked doors to keep the virus away.Â
But, it always managed to slip through the cracks. Whether it was from infected food or contaminated medical equipment.Â
The virus killed any female it touched.
News reports began surfacing that hens were dying out, impacting the supply of eggs. Cows were dropping dead in fields, the worldâs milk supply running dry for the first time in existence. The pregnant black cat you used to feed behind your dorms was found dead behind a dumpster by a group of computer science boys.Â
Slowly, the world descended into chaos, and more and more women were disappearing.
It was exactly day 40 of your lockdown when you decided you would run away.
Packing every non-perishable canned food you could find into a big bag, you waited until dusk fell and when the nurses would hand you your dinner. You knew it would be one of the older security guys who used to direct parking on your campus, and he had a bad hip so he couldnât chase you down.Â
As much as you hated hurting him, the first punch in his face was enough to knock him out cold. You hopped over his body, careening down the hallway and pushing yourself towards the outside of the college campus.Â
Luck was on your side when you dashed out the front door to find an idle truck. It was from one of the block rangers, and you didnât hesitate to jump inside of it, revving the engine and stepping down on the gas pedal.Â
Someone yelled out your name, but you were too fired up to care. In your mind, you decided it would be better to die from the virus than staying cooped up for the rest of your life. At least with dying, you would be free.Â
You had no plan and no idea what to do next but to race towards the closest abandoned building you could find. Jienna had told you about it during her dying daysâhow there was a series of abandoned buildings just at the edge of town where defiant women stayed the last of their days there.Â
Having seen with your own eyes what the virus did to your roommate, you were sure you were prepared to go out the same way. There would be a few days where your immune system fought back, but without the right food and care, you would waste yourself away.
Better than being trapped forever in a small dorm. You viciously gunned the engine and raced towards that shining beacon of hope.Â
The buildings out of town were abandoned like Jienna said, and you prepared to set up your death camp. The concrete slab walls were drab and the floor was too hard and cold to sleep on, but you made do with a blanket you managed to steal from the lobby.Â
Days passed and soon, you were starting to wonder if the virus was even real. Your meals consisted of canned beans and whatever scraps you could find in the dumpster nearby. You didnât dare to light a fire in case it might attract someoneâs attention, and your showers were virtually non-existent.
Maybe I shouldnât have left the dorms.Â
Those thoughts of âwhat ifâ and âshould havesâ kept you up at night and haunted your waking moments.Â
One day, you thought you heard footsteps echoing down the hallways, but then, you found out it was just a bunch of squatters looking for a place to sleep. They turned their nose up on the squalor and left you alone feeling bemused and a little disappointed that not even the lowest rank of humanity would want to spend a night at a place you consistently slept in.Â
But, your newfound freedom was too good to be true.
It had been too quiet and too peaceful. The bubble was waiting to pop and your hopes burst one day when you awoke in cold sweat to hear a manâs voice down the hallways.
â... heard she escaped hereâŚâÂ
âAre you sure?âÂ
The fatigue weighing you down shot out of your system and you sat up ramrod straight, rushing to get your goods without making a sound.Â
âNo news of⌠gotta be the last one in the vicinityâŚâÂ
You hurriedly stuffed your blanket into your backpack, taking care not to breathe too loud in case they might hear. The beam of a flashlight pricked your irises, and having lived for a while in the dark, you werenât used to such brightness.
Squinting, you stayed close to the walls, slinging your bag onto your shoulders and preparing to depart down a flight of steps straight into the forest fringing these buildings. Your flexibility as a cheerleader back in your old life helped you out to creep on the floors quietly, extending one leg and then another while keeping close to the walls.Â
However, you didnât see where your foot landed, and before you could stop in mid-step, the empty can of beans went clattering to the ground.
For a split second, all you could hear was your breath and the rush of blood in your ears.
The beam of light immediately swung towards your direction, illuminating your left leg and the implicated empty can in question.Â
Shit. You had been discovered.
âWait!â One of the men yelled, but you didnât stop to listen. Hightailing it out of here, you sprinted to the entrance, about to escape into the night when you felt a bigger body slam into you from the side.Â
Screaming out, you barely caught a glimpse of your perpetrator, but he was holding you down with his larger body, pinning you right to the dirty ground.
âGot her!â he yelled back to other men. âItâs a girl! Sheâs here!âÂ
You blindly reached your hand out and felt the sharp edge of a rock cut into your palm. Swinging it towards him, you bashed the side of his head, and in the glimpses of light from the shining moon up ahead, you caught sight of his vivid, dark hair.Â
The man yelped and stumbled back, staunching the heavy flow of blood oozing from his right cheek.
âFuck!â he bellowed, and you used his momentum of shock to push him off of you.Â
But, he had enough dexterity to clamp a hand around your knee, bringing you back down to the ground.Â
âNo!â you started to scream and sob. âPlease! Let me go!âÂ
Someone else came to his rescue, holding you down. You felt ropes around your wrists, drawing them behind your back. Your sobs were muffled by a bag thrown over your head, and for good measure, they tied your ankles, too. It took two of them to carry you into a car, and you were laid on someoneâs lap, his arms roping around you and pressing you to his chest.Â
As the men piled back into the car, you started to sob when you heard the engine ignite.Â
âSsh, itâs okay,â the man who held you crooned. âItâs gonna be fine, Y/N.âÂ
Through your tears, you recognized that they knew your name.Â
A hand touched your knee, rubbing it soothingly. âWeâre not here to hurt you.â
That voice. You had heard it before. It brought to mind dark blue eyes and a mop of dark hair. A pair of toned legs tearing through a football field and a charming, lopsided smile.
âI-Isagi?âÂ
He hummed. âItâs me, Y/N. Barouâs holding you, by the way.âÂ
In answer, the self-proclaimed king of the field back from when your college days consisted of study horrors and not a world crisis, flooded your mind with stark familiarity when he exhaled out your name.Â
âHey, Y/N.âÂ
âItâs the boys from the football team,â Isagi informed you, like you were on a road trip with them instead of forcefully being kidnapped against your own will.Â
âH-how did you find me?â The bag they stuffed over your head smelled musty, and you struggled to talk through it. âC-can you get this fucking thing off my head?âÂ
Someone pried the sack off, and you inhaled in deep gusts of air, your wide eyes taking in the darkened interior of this truck and the boys who were holding you hostage.Â
Isagi had lost a bit of weight since you last saw him. The last you heard of the Blue Lock teamâs co-captain was that he had lost his mother to the virus and the school had started a fund for him to cover her funeral expenses. Turning your eyes towards the man who was holding you, Barouâs jaw was tight, and his eyes were heavy with dark circles.
The man driving was Kunigami, whose hands were white-knuckled fists on the steering wheel. Next to him in the passenger, bleeding out from his cheek, was Itoshi Rin. You noticed how he side-eyed you from the front, and returned his evasive look with a frosty glare.Â
Lastly, at the back of this 8-seater was Chigiri, Nagi and Reo��the former two being the most unlikely combination of acquaintances you had ever seen join this ragtag group of football bros. Nagi and Reo were famous for being fused at the hip since they both started their business degree courses together. They rarely fraternised with anyone else outside of their coursemates, much less kidnap some random woman.Â
At the reminder of your predicament, you squirmed, accidentally rubbing your ass all over Barouâs crotch. He didnât react beyond a low hiss of, âQuit it,â those thick and sturdy arms tightening around your trembling body. You tried to ignore how you could feel something hard poking your lower back.Â
âWhy did you kidnap me?â you demanded off the bat. âHow did you find me? What are you going to do with me?âÂ
Those rapid questions were met with silence. You flitted your gaze to each of them, and through the passing snatches of orange streetlights, you saw every one of their expressions drenched in guilt.Â
âWe⌠donât know.âÂ
Isagi was the one who spoke first, preparing himself to earn your rage.
âYou donât know?â you mumbled, growing more incensed every minute with how they had wrenched you from your peaceful life in the ruins. âYou donât know where youâre taking me. What youâre planning to do with me. You donât know the reason why you went through all that trouble to track me down. You donâtââ
âItâs because you have a bounty on your head.â
Rinâs voice cut through your growing tirade, leaving you cold with disbelief.
âI⌠what?âÂ
On your right, Isagi nodded, rubbing the back of his neck like he would rather be somewhere else than in this vehicle having such a difficult conversation.Â
âAfter you escaped, the officials posted your bounty and your suspected whereabouts. Um, itâs uh⌠well, Y/N⌠youâre the last woman alive from our college.âÂ
You exhaled, feeling your chest constrict and tears prick your eyes.Â
All your lecturers⌠your friends⌠your cheerleading gangâŚÂ
âAre they all gone?â The boys didnât comment on your thick voice or the unshed tears.Â
Kunigami was the first one to express his remorse. âIâm sorry, Y/N. Thatâs the truth.âÂ
Rin decided to rip the bandaid off quicker, leaving you reeling in confusion and despair. âThe authorities put up notices for you because your status was unknown. They said that anyone who brought you backâdead or aliveâwould receive two million yen.â
The reality of your situation settled in like sentiment falling to the bottom of a glass jar.Â
You felt cold all over, your heartbeat right in your throat.
âSo, youâre either going to k-kill me or turn me in, huh?âÂ
Your heavy question was met with silence.Â
Surprisingly, it was Nagi at the back who piped up in his lazy, drawling tone. âActually⌠we have a better plan.âÂ
Isagi was the first to react. He shot Nagi a murderous look, shaking his head. Kunigami glanced at the white-haired man through the rearview mirror with narrowed eyes, and Rinâs scowl deepened. Chigiri, who had been quiet throughout this entire exchange, sighed out, âIdiotâ under his breath.
The only one who looked supportive of what Nagi had to say wasâno surprise thereâReo himself.
âItâs a good plan! Sheâs still healthy,â he argued on behalf of his best friend. Nagi nodded, humming.Â
âThe virus shouldâve taken her out weeks ago, but she managed to survive all on her own in such dirty conditions⌠I really think we should give it a shot.â
The air in the car changed; thickening and becoming ripe with tension. Barouâs arms suddenly felt too hot around your body, and you broke out into a sweat.
âIt could work,â Isagi started out slowly, rubbing his chin. He had a look on his face you knew all too wellâthat calculative, goal-hungry stare that would eventually destroy his enemies.Â
Rin tilted his head towards the backseat, his turquoise eyes drawing circles on the carâs water-stained ceiling. âDo you think that would be legal for us to do?âÂ
âWe have to keep her hidden.â Chigiri spoke up, demanding everyone's attention. âThe authorities canât know that we have a woman with us or weâd be punished. We have to be very careful with Y/N.â
You were still drawing blanks on their ideas, growing more frustrated every single second you were kept in the dark from their decisions on your fate. âWhat do you fucking assholes mean? Legal? Keeping me away from the authorities? What do you want with me?âÂ
Your voice broke on the last question, and without warning, you started to sob. The weeks of roughing it out on your own, trying to escape from society and hide in plain sight were taking its toll on you. You wept bitterly, hiding your face behind your hair and sobbing into your shoulder.
âShit,â someone muttered in the front.Â
âGive her some water.âÂ
It was Isagi who gently coaxed your face from your shoulder, holding a bottle of clean water. You contemplated spitting a mouthful at him, but ultimately, your thirst won out and you drank deeply.Â
He wiped your tears off with the sleeve of his threadbare sweater and you hiccuped into a silence, already accepting your death.Â
âWe donât want to hurt you,â Reo murmured from the back. You lifted your swollen, red eyes to find his purple ones full of sincerity. âWe actually want to keep you safe. Thereâs been rumours about human experiments and none of us want you to go through that. We want to keep you safe.â
You shouldâve known the groupâs appointed spokesperson would be a man used to spouting sweet words to get his wayâwhether with professors or girlsâbut a part of you wanted to believe Reo. You were so, so tired of fending for yourself, you wanted someone to help you with the burden of being a woman in these unacceptable times.Â
âYes, Y/N.â Rinâs sudden reassurance struck you dumb with disbelief. âWe have our old frat houseânobody comes by there anymore. Weâll keep you safe there and you can rest.âÂ
It all sounded too good to be true. Here was a band of college footballers being completely sweet with youâwanting to protect, nurture and keep you hidden. But, you were waiting for the other shoe to drop; the catch in this arrangement.Â
âThereâs more,â you whispered, scenting out their bullshit. âYouâre not telling me the real reason.âÂ
Men were never good liarsâthat much you could tell. So, when every single footballer glanced at the other, your senses were in red alert, demanding to uncover what was the terrible footnote to this otherwise flawless proposal.
âWell?â you muttered coldly, strengthening your resolve. âWhat do you want from me? Whatâs the catch?âÂ
Reo was quick to turn your question around. âWhat? Thereâs no catchââ
âThere is.â It was Isagi who spoke, sounding resigned and tired in the dimming darkness. âThere is a catch. We shouldnât lie to her, guys. We all agreed to tell her the truth if we found her and she was willing to listen.âÂ
You held your breath, waiting for Isagi to drop the bomb. He seemed like he needed a moment to stabilise himself. He drew in a deep breath and unlocked his shoulders, looking you square in the eye. You half-wished he had kept you in the dark; never told you the truth. Because what he said next completely swept you off your feet, landing you onto the ground face-first and gasping in disbelief.
âItâs not about rewards or moneyâitâs about duty. We need your help to repopulate this city, Y/N⌠we want you to carry one of our babies.âÂ
You felt a pair of broad-set shoulders shake under your smaller frame, the man underneath you stretching out his kinks and stiff muscles after a night of good sleep.Â
âHm,â he groaned, brushing a hand down your bare spine. âGood morning, angel.âÂ
Reoâs husky voice drew you back into consciousness, and you whined, burying your face into his neck to hide yourself from the morningâs glare. He chuckled at your antics, nosing your hair and pressing soft kisses onto your temple. âCâmon, sweetheart. Itâs Rinâs turn with you today.âÂ
Without missing a beat or opening your eyes, you mumbled: âMaybe you should all fuck me at one go so you guys can see whoâs strong enough to knock me up.âÂ
You meant those words as a joke, but when Reoâs shoulders stiffened, you suddenly realised the depth of danger you were flirting with.Â
âDonât say such things youâll regret, sweetheart,â he meant to tease you, gently easing you off his chest. âOr, the boys wonât stop until you give each one of us a baby.âÂ
You tried to laugh, to shake off the sudden unease. Today was Wednesday, and Wednesdays meant pancake days in this unconventional household. You got up and slipped on Reoâs shirt, fluffing out your shorter hair. The guys had insisted you cut your locks so that it would be easier to hide them under a baseball cap and pass you off as a man if anyone came looking.Â
Sometimes, you did miss your femininity, but in a world where it was literally dying out, you couldnât take any chances.Â
Flashing Reo a smile, you hummed. âDonât laze around too much like NagiâIâm making breakfast.âÂ
In the living room, Bachira was the only one up and awake, his bright golden eyes following your every move as you wished him good morning and prepared your ingredients. Without a sound, he slipped behind you, calloused hands warm on your bare belly.Â
âMorning, beautiful,â he whispered into your ear, making goosebumps rise on your arms.Â
âMorning, Meguru,â you mumbled, trying to ignore how his hands were creeping up to your bare breasts. Living with seven men meant that you were subjected to their advances night and day. It got even worse when you had told them you missed your period last week, but your cycle turned out to be just a few days late.Â
That didnât stop them from feeling you up, grasping your hips or pressing soft kisses to your neck when you least expected it. Like now, with Bachiraâs hot breath bathing the sensitive strip of your jaw.Â
Meguru hadnât been part of your kidnapping heist a few weeks ago, but he had shown up when Isagi calledâready to be of service and contribute his portion in repopulating your tiny, dying town.Â
Clicking your tongue at the price tag on the egg carton, you flipped the cardboard cover closed, affronted by the steep spike in those numbers.Â
âItâs getting bad out there, right?âÂ
Bachira paused his efforts in running his nose down your neck, taken off guard by your sudden question. âUm. Yeah. Whyâd you ask, princess?âÂ
Because I havenât seen the outside world in weeks. You swallowed your bitterness, focused on whipping the yolks into a golden perfection. The boys were doing their best to make you feel cosy and safe within these walls; you couldnât be too ungrateful. They didnât let you out for fear of someone catching sight of youâthatâs why the windows and doors were all covered and barricaded.
They restricted your contact with only seven of them because they didnât want an anonymous tip-off to result in you being taken away.Â
Every Blue Lock player was careful to protect their golden ace.Â
âNothing,â you hummed in the breeziest voice you could muster. âJust curious, sâall.âÂ
âHmm.â Bachiraâs hands moved up to your naked tits moving freely under Reoâs bigger t-shirt. âYou smell like him,â he accused you softly with a nip to your ear. âThat stupid rich boy.âÂ
âDonât tell me youâre jealous,â you tried not to smirk, but failed.Â
âNah.â Bachiraâs fingers trailed to your stiffening nipples, still sore from Reoâs ministrations (he loved biting down on them while you rode him) and eased the soft flesh in between his thumb and forefinger. âI was waiting for my turnâcanât believe I have to share you with those bastards.â You tried not to gasp and push your body back to meet his pelvis halfway, failing miserably to measure a cup full of milk. Some of the liquid sloshed onto your wrist and you heard Meguru snort.Â
âI love how sensitive you are, baby.âÂ
Biting on your lower lip to stifle a whine, you pushed your ass back to brush the front of his pants, finding him already hard and waiting.Â
Bachira was one of the more eager boys, and you had to pace yourself and him less he fucked you on this counter and ruined Rinâs day with you.Â
âMeguruââ
âI know, I know,â he groaned, sounding both lustful and disappointed. âYouâre emo Itoshiâs tonight. Fucking stupid stick game.â Cursing himself for literally getting the shorter end of the stick, you felt his pout imprint on your skin. âBut, canât we have a little bit of fun, baby? Can I eat your pussy out at least?âÂ
You literally throbbed at his words, and almost gave in to the rushing desire sweeping you off your feet. Almostâuntil you heard Isagiâs voice knocking the both of you out of this lust-filled fog.
âHey. Whatâre you both doing?âÂ
While you smelled a threat, Bachira smelled an opportunity. His grin was shark-like, cutting through the tension when he didnât stop playing with your nipples or back down when you hissed out his name.Â
âWhatâs it look like? Iâm trying to fuck her.âÂ
You tensed, waiting for Isagi to be pissed off. He was the one who reinforced this one-night sharing rule, and to see his best friend blatantly disregarding it would set off his rigid ego.Â
But, to your surprise, Isagi tilted his head, taking note of your flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. âI think she⌠she likes it.âÂ
Bachira glanced down to find your mouth parted slightly, brows furrowed with a deceptive look of pain when both men knew what it was. Desire.Â
Isagi, who could smell a goal or a wrench in the plans from a mile away, started to chuckle.Â
âLift up her shirt. Continue playing with her nipples, Meguru.âÂ
âYes, captain,â Bachira sang, and lifted the hem of Reoâs sleep shirt up to expose your puffy, swollen nipples.Â
âShit,â Isagi breathed, and you didnât miss how he had to adjust himself through his shorts, those dark blue eyes eclipsed with a dark, unnamed emotion you were terrified to uncover. âThey look so perfect and pointy.âÂ
Bachira rolled your sensitive buds between his two fingers, ignoring your soft yelp and flinch when he began to tug on them with a bit more force. âHuhâit really is. Reo mustâve prepped her nicely for us.âÂ
âFor what?âÂ
The voice of another lover joined the fray. You peeled your watery eyes up to find Reoâs curious expression sweeping between his two friends and your own flushed face. He didnât seem angry that you were being fondled by Bachira in broad daylightâin fact, Reo looked like he didnât feel anything.Â
He almost looked bored, sweeping those purplish hues to Isagi. âSo, are we finally doing it?âÂ
âHmm.âÂ
Doing what? You wanted to ask, but your head was tilted back, mouth falling open only for it to be filled by Bachiraâs tongue coaxing yours to come and play with his. His kissâif it could even be called thatâwas sloppy and unhurried, its full intention to leave you feeling shame and vulnerability in front of two of your other lovers.Â
Showing them how you easily folded and lost yourself to the sensations.Â
âMmâcan see her moving her hips,â Isagiâs lowered, husky voice shot a potent mix of desire and shame through your veins. âCheck how wet she is Meguru.âÂ
Abiding his best friend, Bachira dipped two fingers past the waistband of your sleep shorts. You mewled and tossed your head back when he swiped through your folds, teasingly circling your clit.Â
As soon as he gave you that wonderful friction, he retrieved it, leaving you high and dry.Â
âMeguru,â you whimpered. Bachira ignored you, holding his fingers up to the other two men; his digits glistening with your juices.Â
âI donât think she can wait anymore,â Reo murmured, and this time, you caught a flash of darkness in his otherwise kind eyes. âIsagiââ
âIâll go first.âÂ
Meguru nudged you firmly to face the approaching, dark-haired man. You couldnât keep your eyes off Isagiâs intense, blue eyes that were pinning you right to the spot like you were about to be burned on a stake. The fire came next when he reached out to caress your cheek, trailing his hand down your neck and grabbing your throat.Â
âTease her clit again,â he ordered, and Bachira playfully said,Â
âYes, captain.âÂ
Fuck. You were growing lightheaded from the combination of Isagi choking you and Bachira running slow circles on your throbbing clit. It was even filthier when you remembered Reo was watching, most likely getting off to your desperate pinched expressions.Â
âMeguru⌠YoichiâŚâ
Calling them by their first name seemed to spur on those two men. Meguru eased one finger past your tight ring of muscle, melting through your spongy walls and hooking the tip of this thick index right against your g-spot. He nudged it forward in a fluid motion, like how he would effortlessly send forward a ball across the field, forcing a yelp past your kiss-swollen lips.Â
Your vision was purely dominated by Isagiâs increasingly unhinged expression; the sweat bulleting down his forehead, his mouth parted in a silent snarl, those dark, beautiful eyes coaxing you to jump down a well just to feel his touchâŚÂ
âY-Yoichi.âÂ
As if he understood your deeper need, Isagi nodded feverishly at Bachira. âRemove her shorts⌠hold her open while I eat her out.âÂ
Dutifully, Meguru followed his friend's instructions. You watched with wide, unblinking eyes as Yoichi got to his knees, his mouth so close to where you needed him the most.
Bachira slung your shorts down your ankles, revealing the sweet shape of your mound and the even sweeter treasure hidden in between your folds. Like a man hellbent on a mission, Yoichi gently pried your clit from under her hood, revealing the throbbing bud waiting to be licked, sucked or loved on.Â
You barely had time to catch your breath before his mouth was on you.Â
Every man in this house ate you out differently. Reo was more careful and controlled. Nagi was languid and tended to overstimulate you. Barou loved to have your legs on his shoulders as he dove in between your thighs.Â
But, Isagi was different; he ate you out with the determination of a man who had to prove he was the best in every way.Â
The feeling of his tongue swiping through your folds, those perfect pink lips sealing around your clit and how he sounded like he was making out with your pussy made you clench down on thin air.Â
âYoichiâŚâ you breathed.Â
Bachira went to work on stimulating you, too, tugging your shirt above your head and pinching your nipples again.Â
Both boys were so intent on driving you to the edge, that they didnât realise the group of spectators they were attracting.Â
From the corner of your watery eyes, you noticed Rin standing, arms crossed over his broad shoulders and frosty glareâtainted with jealousyâdirected towards the man in between your thighs. Kunigami had just gotten out of the shower, so his hair was still damp while Barou had returned from a workout, his muscles swollen and shiny with sweat. Chigiri and Nagi were the only ones probably still asleep, though you had little doubt your stream of moans would wake them up out of curiosity.Â
Meguru flicked the tip of his nails on your nipples, the sharp sting sending bites of pleasure right to your core.Â
âMeguââ you were interrupted again by another sloppy kiss.Â
âTch. Youâre all such fucking horndogs.â Rinâs grumble was white noise behind the blood rushing in your ears.Â
â... youâre not complainingâŚâÂ
âShut upâŚâÂ
A sharp nip to your flesh inner thigh wrenched you back to the present, and you gasped, making eye contact with Isagi and his raised brow.Â
âYouâre getting bored, Princess?âÂ
Without missing a beat, you shook your head. âN-no, âIchi. Mmâsorry.âÂ
He clicked his tongue, obviously not buying your lie. âHere you are getting your pussy eaten out by me and youâre focusing on the other boys. Just admit that youâre a fucking cockwhore, Y/N.âÂ
You gaped at his words, and your rage was lost when Bachira dragged you back to the counter, arranging you face down and ass up.Â
âM-Meguruâ!âÂ
âCome on, who wants to fuck her first,â he boldly exclaimed, shaking you to the core. âSheâs ready for a baby.âÂ
You burned from the inside out at how cheaply he was treating you; that sensation amplified by the sharpest slap of humiliation across your cheeks, Bachiraâs handprint glowing warmly on your skin. He spanked you again, matching his mark on your right cheek to your left one, letting you cry out and clench down on thin air. Â
âMe.â A deep, resonate voice which you loved having at your ear while he fucked you on every Monday night. After allâa King always went first.
As one of the bigger guys, Barouâs physique gave him the advantage over the others to call dibs on you first, his undeniably good genetics and strong bone structure a contender for healthy babies.Â
You felt Bachiraâs warmth melt from your side to be replaced by the feel of Shoeiâs toned thighs pressed against your rear.Â
He soothed the spanks left on your skin with one large, coarse palm, and hummed deeply.Â
âYou ready, pretty?âÂ
Nodding, you turned your head to the side, unable to believe that you were in such a vulnerable position to be fucked by the entire football team.Â
You werenât going to lieâyou had imagined yourself in this position before. But, it was always in your wildest fantasies; to be defiled by the football team in your tiny uniform behind the bleachers. If you were being honest, every girl on campus had the same daydream, but you were closer to the unattainable. The entire idea was such a cliche, and yet, here you were, in a room full of hungry, testosterone-fuelled men who eagerly waited to have their turn with youâthe pretty cheerleader from their bygone days before the world tried to kill humanity off.Â
Barou wasted no time in sinking his thick cock into you, groaning as your body took him inch by inch. He rubbed your hips, leaning forward to gently thumb your nipple. âThere you go, baby. Taking me so well.âÂ
His words were a stark contrast from his actions. Shoei gave a low, guttural groan when he bottomed out, a dirty thrill shooting down your spine at the feel of his entire cock moulding with your walls as seven other men gaze lustfully at you.Â
Through the shine of an old kettle on the counter top, you noticed Isagi palming himself through his shorts. Bachira was blatantly jacking himself off, one hand inside his sleep shorts. Kunigami was sitting on the sofa, staring at you slack-jawed and completely hard under his towel. Reo was the more subtle one, furtively glancing around and looking slightly uncomfortable, but still unable to tear his eyes from you.Â
Chigiri and Nagi had woken up, and Rin was standing a little ways by the door, distancing himself from the activities taking place.
For a split second, you felt bad for himâRin was supposed to have you today, but he had to wait for his turn as the other guys fucked you; figuratively and literally blue-balled by his own teammates. It wouldâve made you mad on his behalf if you werenâtâ
âOw!âÂ
A sharp tug on your roots snapped your head back, and your cry bounced off the walls. Barouâs lips were on your neck, his hot breath fanning across your neck.Â
âDid I tell you you could be distracted? Pay attention to when your King fucks you.â
From the back, you heard Bachira snicker, but every thought flew out of your head when Barou set a pace which had your toes curling in your house slippers. He clamped one hand around the delicate roots of your hair, while the other guided your hips to meet his halfway.
The sound of balls hitting flesh filled the air, along with your animalistic groans and Barouâs deep ones. You heard a few more muffled groans, and someone cursing, but your thoughts were doused in wet cotton, growing heavier and fuzzier.Â
You could barely keep your eyes open, only cognizant of Barouâs cock shaping your walls and the impending ball of heat waiting to unravel right under your navel. Meeting his thrusts cleanly, soft mewls fell from your plush lips like dew, mingling with a bit of drool puddling onto the counter right under your mouth.Â
Barou was fucking you stupid and the other men knew it. He couldnât stop the feral grin splitting his face in half when your hips bucked, a little slutty tick which told every man you were about to cum.Â
Without warning, you felt wet warmth fill you to the brimâyour first load of the day taken like a champ.
Shoei hadnât let you cum, and you reeled back from the disappointment with barely any grace; your soft sob was replaced by a moan when another man lined up his cock to your stuffed entrance.Â
You smelled his fresh pine cologne before you saw him, and sensed Rinâs impatience the second he gripped your jaw and wrenched your face back for a deep, frenzied kiss.Â
âFucking whore,â he whispered into the heat of your mouth. âLetting the other boys feel you up when itâs my turn with you today. Whereâs your shame?âÂ
Your answer melted as one with a dulcet moan when Rin slid two fingers in between your swollen folds, testing the waters of your arousal. He barely cared when his digits were coated with a combination of Barouâs cum and your juices; he just stuck those soiled, pale and nimble fingers which couldâve rivalled a skilled pianist down your throat. You gagged on them, eyes going blurry and all teary from the flavouring of sin heavy on your tongue.Â
âRin,â you hiccuped, and he hummed.Â
âTake me deeper, baby.âÂ
His command brought a throbbing wave of desperation arresting you from head to toe. You tried to bring his fingers further down your gullet, but gagged when he was almost knuckle-deep.Â
âMhpmh!â Your syrupy moan made every man groan, the sheer desperation in how you attempted to fully swallow Rinâs fingers a commendable feat considering he had absurdly thick fingers to match his height.Â
âGood girl,â Rin praised you in a husky voice when he felt your throat bob around his digits. âYouâre really such the perfect fuckdoll, huh? Always so ready for us.âÂ
âMhmmâŚâ your eyes rolled back into your head, your entire body tensing when you felt his cock slowly breach past your tight ring of muscle.Â
âFucking take this dick, baby, I know you can,â the youngest striker urged, his words beyond filthy compared to the other men. Rin was one of the only few people in this house who could talk you through the immense pleasure, and you loved him all the more for it.Â
His obscene mouth would never fail to leave you reeling from the difference in his demeanour; sour and quiet when he wasnât fucking you, to brash and downright filthy when he was egging you towards an orgasm.Â
You loved Rin and his duality; lived to watch it come to life.
You wanted to swallow him down and eat him up whole to satiate the deep well of lust inside of you no matter the price.Â
âRinâŚâ you gurgled past his fingers. âMhmmmore.âÂ
âMore?â he interpreted your gurgles with the ghost of a chuckle. You quite liked it when Rin laughed even if it was a soft exhale; it made you feel lighter to hear his happiness. He hummed and plunged his fingers back down your throat, playing with the soft palate of your tongue, while his cock inched deeper and deeper into your sacred heat.
The second he bottomed out, his forehead thumped onto your shoulder, a long drawn out groan of relief radiating warmth right into your throbbing heart. Rinâs reactions were adorable as they were pussy stirring, his duality further exacerbated by those spit-slicked fingers retracting from your mouth and moving down to your puffy clit.
He gently rubbed circles into them, catching you whenever you bucked into his embrace. His lips were on your neck, his hot breath expelling heated groans onto the sensitive skin. Every single shaky circle on your sensitive nub was pulling you closer and closer into a white hole of pleasure.
Your moans were reaching fever pitch, and the entire house was doused with the arousal of seven men who couldnât wait to fuck you.
The boys whispered something over your stream of mewls and your feet were off the ground, your limp body in Rinâs arms. Without a second to spare, he brought you to the main bedroom where the largest bed could fit at least three men.Â
There, he laid you down, your head dangling off the edge so your mouth was hanging wide open for the next man to defile.Â
Rin eased himself in between your spread thighs, placing a kiss onto your sternum almost reverently and leaving more pressees on your jaw and cheeks. You felt someone else rustle up towards the other side of the bed, and your eyes met Kunigamiâs darkened ones. His towel was shed off, a heap on the floor, and his long, girthy cock throbbed in anticipation over your face.Â
âOpen up for me, pretty girl,â Rensuke murmured, grazing your cheek and then hooking a thumb on your bottom lip to spread you wider. You whined, overstimulated on both ends when you felt both men sink into you at the same time. Rin bottomed out the second Rensuke hit the back of your throat, making you jerk and gag.Â
The both of them were bigâfar too big for your smaller body. It was a struggle to take them both and you felt your body reacting to the impossible feat.
âSsh, ssh,â Rin whispered into your hair. âRelax, baby. You can take us, I know you can.â
With watery eyes, all you could do was mewl, hips bucking pathetically. Rinâs long girth was directly hitting your g-spot with every thrust, and Rensuke was splitting your throat in half. You felt like you could drown in their musk and the thick scent of sex in the air.Â
Something bitter hit the back of your throat, and you gagged, about to spit Rensuke out when he clamped one hand on your throat, telling you to keep him there if you wanted to know what was good for you.Â
âHold me, sweetheart. Hold it,â the large football player murmured. You were sure your entire system was going haywireâyour pussy and mind in war to come out at the top of your frazzled emotions.Â
One of your hands was buried in Rinâs hair, and another was perched on Kunigamiâs thigh, trying to ease him down your battered throat.Â
Without warning, the other man withdrew his thick length from your mouth, splatters of drool dripping down your chin and neck; defiling you even more.Â
âFucking hurry it up, Rin,â Kunigami growled, throwing the other striker a murderous look which juxtaposed his usually kind expression jarringly. âI need to cum in her.âÂ
Rin grunted, returning the other strikerâs glare with a hostile one of his own. âShut the fuck upâlet me have this with her.â Kunigami stroked himself, trying to keep himself hard as Rin started to jackhammer into your willing cunt.
Your screams of pleasure echoed around the room, contrasting with the other menâs deep growls and groans. It sounded like a smorgasbord of erotic sounds, complemented by the slap of Rinâs balls on your ass.Â
The youngest man was close on the verge of his orgasm, his face pinched and drawn. You thought he wouldâve taken this chance to cum and ignore your pleasure, like Barou did, but you were sorely wrong when it came to Rin. He pressed a thumb to your swollen clit, rubbing it soft and sweet, increasing the pressure when you started to buck and whine into his embrace.Â
You smelled the sting of his sweat, felt it drip into your open mouth, tainting it with the taste of Kunigamiâs precum and his own excitement.Â
âIâm close,â you sobbed out, arms like vines around his shoulders, nails stabbing into his back. âGâna cum, Rin-Rinâfuck, donât stop, please donât stop.â
He shook his head, a feral look of pure determined arousal lighting those beautiful features. âCum for me, baby. Make a messâshow the other guys how much you love my cock.âÂ
Your back arched, and your mouth fell open in a silent scream. Your thighs tensed around his waist, almost clamping the air out of his lungs from how hard you were clenching around him. The minute ticks, the red lines you left down his back, and your eyes rolling back into your skull arrived at a blinding crescendo.
âOh! Ugh, Rinâ!âÂ
Your first orgasm hit you like a brick wall, steamrolling every thought from your blank mind. Rinâs face fell into the crook of your neck, and his stuttering hips brought forth a fountain of warmth flowing freely into your womb.Â
You were coasting, high on hormones and pleasure, when he disappeared from your embrace, only to be replaced by another body. Kunigamiâs lips on your skin were like warm fluttering butterfly wings, slowly bringing you back to the ground.
âIâm here next, okay, baby?â His tender tone didnât prepare you for how his cock stretched you out.Â
âToo big,â you muttered, losing every shred of your composure and shame to hiccup those dirty words. âYouâre t-too big.â
âYeah?â He kissed your tears away. âArenât you glad I can stretch you out? Give your sweet body some practice when you have to push out our babies?âÂ
His words ignited a flame right in your lower bellyâmaking you cry out when Rensuke started to slip inside your already overflowing hole. Gushes of white streaked your thighs, the other menâs releases staining the bed underneath you.Â
As you got used to his slightly wider girth, you didnât expect Kunigami to roll you on your hands and knees. His cock slid back into your waiting heat, the angle making him feel bigger, and stretching you out even more.Â
But, it also placed you face to face with the other guys who were eyeing you hungrilyânone more so than Reo.Â
One thick hand wound the hair around the nape of your neck to snap your head up, keeping you firmly in place to watch the lust dancing in their eyes.
âYou really should see how fucking sexy you look, baby,â Chigiri hummed, those bright eyes latched onto the spot where you and Kunigami were connected. âWe could eat you wholeâyou fucking little slut.â
âSo pretty,â Reo cooed, and Nagi nodded in agreement.Â
The lilac-haired man got bold enough to stride up to you, perching himself on the edge of the bed where your swinging tits were mesmerising him.Â
âRaise her up a little bit, Ren.âÂ
Kunigami obeyed Reoâs orders, settling on his haunches and bringing you up with one arm securely snug around your neck. Your tinier hands fluttered to the thick trunk of his forearm as if trying to pry him off, the breath in your lungs knocked out by Rensukeâs headlock.Â
But, whatever bit of oxygen you managed to inhale from Kunigamiâs loosening hold was taken away as Reo leaned forward to kiss and suck your tits. He massaged the neglected one with one hand, his lips busy toying with your right nipple. You watched with bated breath as his tongue caressed the hardening flesh, the firm suction of his lips on the vulnerable flesh sending pangs of pleasure straight to your core.
You cried out, throwing your head back to bump Rensukeâs chin. He grunted, and shifted his arm a bit so he could grasp your neck instead, holding you steady as his cock wrecked you and Reoâs mouth on your tits continued driving you insane.
âSheâs drooling,â Nagi drawled, catching their attention.Â
Every eye zeroed in on your blissed-out face, your mouth parting and a little bit of spit dripping past your chin. Kunigami chuckled, breathless and almost feral when he leaned forward to sloppily make out with you.Â
The sound of wet lips smacking on each other and a big cock stirring you closer to another orgasm made every man in the room throbâeven those who had already come. Every footballer was thinking of the numerous ways he could bend you over and fuck you hard until you squirted all over them; each of their mindâs eye tainted with your sweet moans and even sweeter release.
You gave a short scream, your orgasm catching everyone off guard when you almost folded forward if it wasnât for Reo catching you. Your body was shuddering like someone had tasered youâa pure scream of pleasure rebounding across the thin walls.
Reo held you as you sobbed, your release triggering Kunigamiâs own orgasm. More warmth filled you up and you had lost track of how many men had already came in you; your brain a complete mush with no solid thoughts in it.
Like clockwork, another cock filled youâthis time it was Reoâs againâand your mouth was stuffed with someone else's length. You were dragged into a cowgirl position by Reo who let Nagi mount you from the back, both of their lengths taking turns pistoning into your stretched out heat.
âDisgusting,â someone muttered in disdain over the sounds of two men concurrently fucking one woman. Neither of you cared, and you were pulled into a sloppy makeout session with Nagi as Reo continued sucking and licking your already reddened nipples.
Every part of your orifice was swollen, but you still took Chigiri without complaint when it was his turn. You were already like jelly at this point, your entire body sagging on the bed and going numb from the neverending pleasure.
Thankfully, he was quicker, cumming into you within minutes, and kissing you on the forehead afterwards. Your hole was stuffed to the brim with white hot cum, and you thought you couldnât take anymore until you felt Bachira sliding behind you, hitching your thighs up.
âHey, Princess,â the golden-eyed menace cooed. âDid you think we would forget about you?âÂ
You felt the bed dip, and Isagiâs face swam in your vision. He came closer to give you a kiss, and his lips felt like a soothing balm on a hot day.Â
âYoichi,â you whispered, eyes heavy and body already close to shutting down from exhaustion. âMâso tired.â
âI know, pretty girl, I know,â the dark-haired man whispered. âBut, Meguru and I havenât had our turn with you yet. It would be unfair if we didn't, right?â He gently stroked your cheek, voice saturated with fake sympathy. âYou wouldnât want us to not fuck you after youâve already taken everyoneâs cock, right? Youâre not that cruel to deny us, are you, baby?â
âFucking twisted weirdo,â you heard another person quip. But, you were too far gone to stop the collision of his lips on yours, that skilled mouth drinking away all of your complaints.
As he distracted you, Bachira slipped his thick and veiny cock right into your waiting cunt, his groan low and erotic against your shoulder.Â
âHowâre you still so wet and tight after so many rounds?â He nipped your shoulder in frustration, setting a pace that rutted your body back and forth on the soft sheets. âYouâre a fucking nympho, babyâso needy for our cocks.â
âShut up,â you groaned in between Yoichiâs hot mouth pressing onto yours. You tried to squirm away to get back some of your lost breath, but Isagi refused to let you part from his lips. He chased after you, mouth sealing over yours again and again as you tried to twist your head this way and that.Â
Strings of spittle clung to both of your chins, and that sick part inside of you which wanted more pushed the voice of common sense in your head out of the wayâmaking you fall head over heels for Yoichiâs mouth on yours. You kissed him back with as much hunger and zeal as your tired body could muster, pushing your boundaries right to the very edge.Â
Isagiâs ego fed heartily on your submission, greedily taking everything you gave him.
By the end of this sloppy makeout session, your lips were tingling, and Bachira had already come inside of youâgetting off to the sight of his best friend and the girl they were sharing stuck in an intimate lip lockdown.
The last man to take you was drawing it out. He took your face in his hands, nudging you free from Bachiraâs grasp and rolling you into his arms.
âOut,â Isagi commanded, in a tone that broke no argument. âLeave me and Y/N alone.â
The rest of the guys began to grumble, but one sharp glare from the terrifying striker was enough to quiet everyone down. Indisputably, Yoichi ran the show, and his ego was bigger than any of theirs combinedâthe lesser knew when to give way to someone who could devour them without regrets.
Everyone turned to leave, and the last one was Rin who hovered by the doorway, unwilling to abandon you to Yoichiâs devices. The other dark-haired man shot his nemesis a frigid stare that couldâve frozen over Hellâs fires.
âOut, Itoshi.âÂ
The younger man countered his superiorâs glare with a mutinous one of his own.Â
âWhoâs to say you wonât hurt her?â Rinâs nostrils flared, flickering his gaze to your closed eyes and limp body. âWe canât trust you with her.â
Isagi snorted. âIf you want to watch, be my guest. Iâll fuck her so good sheâll forget about you assholes.â
The competition was on, and you were the final prize for these men to win. But, it wasnât just your body they wantedâeach of them fought to secure your womb so it would grow their fruits and give them the family they dreamed of.Â
You were their greatest treasure, and they would go to the ends of the earth to make sure you were safeâeven watching the other men to make sure none of them would hurt you.Â
Isagi was a packaged dynamite waiting to blow; he was too unpredictable and Rin would hate himself if he pushed you too far or injured you in any shape or form. He planted himself against the wall, arms folded across his chest while those searing teal eyes watched you gasp and preen for Isagiâs attention.Â
The dark-haired man was playing with your clit, using the dirtiest tactic to rile you up so you would explode in pleasure for him. His mouth was toying with your swollen nipples, and Rin winced when he bit on the tender nub, earning your shriek. It didnât take a genius to see you were hanging on the tether of your sanity, and with your body already keyed up to the hundreds, your next orgasm was sure to leave you delirious.
Your small hands wound up in his hair, holding him close despite the excruciating pleasure. If Yoichi was the current wrecking you apart, he was also the life buoy you clung on to as your body coasted on the unending pleasure.
âI donât even need to make you wet, baby,â he breathed right into the shell of your ear, gripping your hips hard. âYouâre already so stretched out for me.â
Your breathing caught, a hitched moan echoing around the room when he sank deep into your heat with little to no prep. Isagi kissed you on your lax mouth, and tasted your tears right on his tongue.
âYou okay, baby?â He forced your face to his, and your eyes fluttered open. All you could give was a tired nod, and he grinned down at you. âOkay. Are you ready?âÂ
You nodded again, and that was when another person caught your attention. âRin?âÂ
âMâhere,â the other dark-haired striker murmured, his eyes softening with fondness when you smiled at him. âIâll make sure you get your rest afterwards.â
You hummed, and the idea of knocking off to sleep sounded so good, your eyes had already slipped close.Â
âHeyâfocus on me, sweetheart.â
Isagiâs hand around your neck squeezed down, cutting off your air supply. You gasped and sputtered, eyes rolling wide open. His grin was feral, touched with a hint of insanity. âGood girl. Now, watch me fuck you, sweetheart.â
He pushed your back onto the pillows, and your eyes instantly went to where you both were connected. Isagiâs pretty cock was smeared with your juices and the other menâs cum, the sight alone so filthy it made your cheeks flush.
ââIchi,â you hiccuped, going dumb on every stroke of his heavy cock against your velvet walls. âI-Iâm close.âÂ
Your pussy fluttered around his length, the overstimulation touching you like a livewire. He rolled his hips into yours, the sloppy sounds of your pussy getting him higher than any risky goal. There was a reason he went last, and it was because he wanted to savour the sounds you were making; the way your pretty eyes went all glassy and hazy just for him.Â
Isagi loved you so fucking much, he swore he couldnât breathe when you started to chant his name.
ââIchi, âIchi,â you gasped out, twisting in his grip, your back arching. âK-Kiss me, âIchi.âÂ
He obliged you, ignoring the jealous presence waiting right in the wings, waiting for him to fuck up. But, Isagi was gentle with you. He tenderly planted hot, open-mouthed kisses onto your parted lips, drinking in your sweet whines and mewls of desperation. Isagi himself wasnât in control of his body; that was the effect you had on him.
You drove him crazy with your supple love and beautiful smiles. Everytime you looked at him, it felt like he had been shot right in the chest. Yoichi was so, so crazy for you, and luckily for him, your feelings were the same.
He let Rin get an eyeful of you licking his lower lip, your treacherous side coming to light when you blatantly showed off your preference for the unassuming striker. The other man looked like he was swallowing shards of concrete, his expression twisted in disgust. But, Isagi had already given him an out and Rin didnât want to take itâhe was stuck with the consequences of his actions.Â
âYoichi,â you sighed out his name, all stickily sweet in your high-pitched moan. âI love you, âIchi.âÂ
âYeah?â Isagi grunted, your little confession going straight to his burgeoning ego. âSay it louder, baby. Tell the whole world what you feel for me.â
âI love you,â your gasp of pleasure when he changed the angle of his driving hips fed the monster inside of him. âI love you!âÂ
âFuck,â Isagi bit down on your neck, leaving behind a mark for the other men to see. Rinâs own marks were on your shoulders and breasts, but Isagi had gone one step further to make his impression on the tender skin between your neck and jawâright above your pulse point. It was so every beat of your heart echoed with his imprint and every time any of the boys looked at you, they were reminded of who you loved the most.
 ââIchi,â you gasped out, and your stuttering hips told Isagi you were already close. Your thighs tensed around him, and he fueled your unravelling further by rubbing on your clit with his rough thumb, the action making you jerk and gasp like you had been electrocuted.
âYoichi⌠âIchi⌠Yoichi!â you cried out his name as your body gave one final pushâyour release slamming into you with the force of a thousand brick walls, dragging you straight into darkness.
You thought you mightâve died in this instance. Your entire body felt too heavy, and you could physically hear every beat of your heart.
Someone was holding you tightly to his chest, his lips peppering gentle kisses on your face. You pried your eyes open after what felt like two hours trying to recollect your bearings, only to find a pair of teal eyes gazing down at you in worry.
âBaby?â Rinâs voice was soft and unintrusive. He let you get used to the bright light of a warm afternoonâwatching you stretch yourself and ease your muscles.
âWhat time is it?â you asked in a thick voice. Staring down your body, someone had cleaned you up and dressed you in Kunigamiâs oversize t-shirt and Rinâs boxers. You felt refreshed and well-taken care of, your entire heart swelling eight times its size to fit your love for every man in there.
Rin leaned forward and you caught his face with your shaky palms, caressing those defined cheekbones.Â
âYou slept for almost an hour. Bachira thought you had died.âÂ
You stifled a giggle, tracing your thumbs over the shape of his mouth. Rin let you pull him in for a kiss, and like the worrywart he was, he didnât deepen it, not wanting to give into the insatiable lust humming in his veins.
If you thought one horny, touch-starved man was a handful, you hadnât expected the other seven to come through the door and pile up on the bed, each of them clamouring to cuddle you.
You giggled when Nagi tripped over Reo to snuggle up on your left side, only to be stopped by Bachira who literally yanked the taller man out of the way to steal his place. In the end, you took turns cuddling with each man, their deep sigh of relief that things had turned out great and not as weird as they thought, fed right into your relaxed soul.Â
As sunlight streamed in through the blinds, the outside world may be in an upheaval, but within these four walls, you were as safe as you could be in your favourite football teamâs arms.
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Bucky Barnes x ReaderÂ
Run-through: Dating a superhero was no joke. And as noble as Buckyâs job was, it was just as dangerous and unpredictable. Which is why ever since you and Bucky started dating, heâd been training you in his free time. Teaching you how to defend yourself if ever he wasnât around to protect you, or if ever his enemies came after you. Although you werenât perfect at combat yet, you were almost certain you could get out of a tricky situation if you ever found yourself in one. But you were soon proven wrong. And your only option was to hope and pray that Bucky finds you in time.Â
Themes: smut, fluff, mentions of kidnapping and death, boyfriend!bucky to the rescue, slight angst, hurt/comfort, mean!dom!bucky, aftercare, biker!bucky (except i made him wear a helmet because safety), mild daddy kink (nicknames only)
a/n: short, quick lil fic because I know weâre all hungry
It had been two hours since these strange men had so easily abducted you off the streets.Â
It was a regular day, you were leaving yoga class and were on your way to pick up a smoothie. A treat you always got yourself after each workout class. Nothing out of the ordinary. Except Buckyâs incessant messages asking about your location.Â
You knew you werenât supposed to let your guard down, not even on busy streets â one of the first lessons Bucky taught you just weeks after your first date with him. But you couldnât help looking down and frowning at your phone. Your bag, purse and phone in your hands. Always have your hands free when walking alone, even on busy streets â the second thing he taught you.Â
Always be ready. Always be ready. Always be fucking ready.Â
But you had messed up that morning. Buckyâs messages were starting to worry you. He had been away since last night, and as usual, never gave you too many details about his job. But all you knew was that before he left, heâd asked you to try and not go out if you could. Your apartment was safe. He had eyes all over that building. Cameras, security guards, it was the safest place you could be.Â
âWhere are you? Why arenât you home?â
Seconds later:Â
âI told you not to go out. Itâs not safe right now. Call me.âÂ
Then some missed calls which you couldnât answer because you were in class at the time. Then messages one after the other:Â
âGo straight home.âÂ
âIs your class over?âÂ
âGo home and wait for me. Donât open the door for anyone else.âÂ
âBaby Iâm so serious right now, go home.âÂ
And you were midway through typing an answer to reply to him. To tell him not to worry. To tell him that yes your class was over, and everything was okay and you would call him as soon as you got home.Â
But you never got the chance to reply to his messages.Â
It all happened too fast. One moment you were looking down, all your focus on your phone and boyfriend, and the next, you were being grabbed and shoved into a dark truck. You barely even got a scream out before the doors were shut and a tape sealed your mouth, ropes snaking around your wrists and ankles.Â
And just like that, in less than a full minute, you were taken.Â
And here you were now.Â
In the back of that same truck which had been driving for about two hours, maybe more. Getting further and further away from the city you lived in, and into more and more unknown areas.Â
Fuck! You had messed up.Â
You shouldâve checked your phone while you were still inside the building. You shouldnât have been texting on the streets. You shouldnât have let your guard down. Bucky had been saying for weeks that he suspected people had eyes on him, and consequently you because you two spent a lot of time together.Â
He was right of course. He always was. You shouldâve listened. You shouldâve stayed at home, at least until he got back later today.Â
A tear slid down your face, like it had been for the past hours. You silently cried, thinking about all the potential circumstances you could end up finding yourself in. You couldnât even tell who were the men who kidnapped you because they all wore masks and hadnât said a single word in the past hours.Â
They were armed. And the truck seemed bulletproof. And they kept driving. Nothing said about wanting a ransom, nothing about why they had taken you, or whether they were using you as bait to get Buckyâs attention. Surely they were.Â
And a few minutes later, when you heard the familiar roar of a familiar bike, you knew they had his full attention.Â
Bucky was here.Â
But they hadnât noticed yet. And you didnât want them to. So you tried to get all their attention on you by wiggling in the backseat, acting like you were trying to get more comfortable. The two armed men right in front of you just glanced at you and your tied limbs and let you be.Â
You noticed the guy in the passenger seat didnât even bother looking at you. The driver looked into the rearview mirror but quickly looked away and ahead.Â
They still hadnât heard the faint, steady roar of Buckyâs bike.Â
Perfect.Â
By the time Bucky would get close enough to attack, he would catch them by surprise. And it would be too late for them to react and defend themselves.Â
So you kept moving, grunting in annoyance extra loudly just to mask the sound of Buckyâs bike as it got closer and closerâÂ
A loud gunshot exploded near you. For a moment nothing made sense.Â
Then you realised the truck was no longer steady, it was tilted on one side. Bucky had shot one or more of the tires. You sighed in relief, while the men in the vehicle panicked. Muffled voices spoke all at once, one of them telling the driver to drive faster.Â
Another, one of the men who was armed in front of you, lowered the window and popped his head and gun out, trying to find whoever was around but it was too late.Â
You turned your head and managed to catch a glimpse of him through the rear windshield. Amongst the smoke and dirt flying, there he was. Mounted on his mean bike like a fierce general riding his beast into battle. Except this general wasnât backed by soldiers. He was alone.Â
But army or not, he was still Bucky Barnes. All black bike, black helmet, full biker gear, metal arm catching the sunlight. Guns strapped to his body. He looked like Death.Â
A sob shook your body as you ducked and hid under the seats as much as you could as Bucky rain down bullets like hellfire upon the vehicle. He knew it was bulletproof, but you were certain he was doing it just to get the men to use their weapons and waste their bullets on him as fast as possible.Â
The loud noises made it seem like your brain was vibrating, your heart was racing, and your ears were hurting with how loud the guns and shouts were. But Bucky was here, and all would be well now.Â
A few seconds later, the truck began zig-zagging. You assumed it must be because the driver got shot. More shouts and bullets later, the truck came to a sudden stop. Like it collided with something that was strong enough to stop it even at that speed.Â
But there was nothing on the empty streets you had been on. Nothing except⌠Bucky.Â
An eerie silence followed. Then footsteps. The men in the truck had all been shot you realised upon smelling the scent of blood and gunpowder.Â
You couldnât get yourself up, not with your limbs still tied but you tried your best. And you were barely up when you heard the sound of metal literally tearing apart. You managed to peek from the back seat and Bucky had torn off one of the doors. The entire door off the side of the truck.Â
You couldnât call for him, but you kicked the back of one of the seats hard enough to get his attention.Â
The moment his ocean blue eyes met your teary ones, you couldnât help but start crying. Hot, burning tears streaming down your face as Bucky almost tore apart the entire truck to get to you. The moment he grabbed you and pulled you out into the open air, it was only his arm around you keeping you up.Â
âIâve got you,â He whispered over and over again, âYouâre safe. Iâve got you, baby. Itâs okay, itâs okay. Iâm here.â He repeated continuously as he carefully peeled the tape off your lips and cupped your face in his hands, looking at you intently to look for injuries while he wiped your tears away. âAre you hurt?â He asked, looking more panicked and worried than ever. âBaby, answer me. Did they hurt you? Inject you with anything? Touch you?âÂ
You shook your head, wanting nothing more than to just be able to take a deep breath, now safe in his arms. Only when you went to wrap your shaky arms around him, he stopped you. Keeping you at armsâ length and away from him.Â
That worried, soft look in his eyes turned cold. Even under the afternoon sun, you shivered under his gaze.Â
âWhat the fuck did I tell you before I left, huh?â He snarled. âI told you to stay inside, donât leave the building. Didnât I say that?âÂ
You sniffled, nodding. âI just went to my weekly class, andâ,âÂ
He cut you off, hissing, âAnd look what happened!â He was almost screaming in your face, âYouâre so lucky I got here in time. Youâre so fucking lucky I have a tracker in that bag of yours. Otherwise it wouldâve taken me days to get to you! Days!âÂ
You trembled, knowing he was right. Bucky dealt with dangerous people. He knew why he asked you to be cautious.Â
Bucky leaned closer to you, looking down at you with no warmth. âThese arenât the villains you read about in your silly, little fucking books.â His voice sounded menacing, freezing. âThese are actual, dangerous people. They wouldnât have waited for you to charm your way out. They wouldâve killed you!â He yelled.Â
âIâm sorry,â You sobbed. âI was replying to your texts andâ,âÂ
âWe had a deal, didnât we?â He grabbed you by the chin and forced you to look at him. âThat when I tell you itâs not safe out there, you stay put. You stay inside and wait for me.â He growled. âYou couldâve been killed today! And who would have had to live with that, huh? Who wouldâve had to live with the disappointment that he couldnât keep you safe? That he brought you into this shitty life and couldnât even keep you alive?â He bellowed. âWho wouldâve had to look your family in the eyes and tell them he lost you? Me! Thatâs who!âÂ
More tears, and a whimper escaped your lips. âIâm sorry.â You whispered. You had never seen this side of him. He let go of your face like it burned to touch you.Â
He looked around, at the torn apart truck. At the bodies. The bullets on the ground. He grimaced but didnât say anything. He reached into the truck and grabbed your things. Your bag and all that you had on you when you were taken. Your phone wasnât here though, they mustâve thrown it out onto the streets while they took you.Â
Bucky said, âWe need to get out of here. Come.âÂ
He didnât turn around to see if you were following, he knew you would. Once he got on his bike, he handed you his jacket and helmet. You put both on without questioning where you were going.Â
Once sat behind him, your arms hesitantly around his torso, he turned to the side and said, âCityâs not safe right now. Weâll spend the night at a motel nearby.âÂ
And that was all he said for the next few hours.Â
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By the time you two made it to the motel â which was much, much more decent and clean than you had imagined â the sun was already setting. The place was quiet. A few voices conversing here and there, ACs humming as ACs do, cars coming in and out frequently given there was a gas station nearby, and a burger joint on the other side of the street.Â
Bucky got you two a room for the night, and didnât say a word to you as he grabbed your hand and led you to the room.Â
It was a decent room. Bed, bedside tables, TV, sofas. The usual.Â
You didnât notice Bucky had packed a bag as well. You hadnât been paying much attention anyway. He placed his much bigger bag on the bed and pulled out a few things. Some belonging to you, you noticed. Toothbrush, soaps, clean clothes.Â
He handed a bunch of things to you and said, âGo shower.â He didnât even look at you as he spoke. Guess he was still angry at you.Â
You didnât argue. You just took the things and rushed to the bathroom, locking yourself in there for a good half an hour.Â
When you stepped out of the shower, feeling clean finally, you noticed Bucky wasnât in the room. And the weather outside had changed. You could hear the faint thunder approaching. Surely by tonight there would be a storm.Â
But where had Bucky gone?Â
You put your clothes away in your bag, and with no phone you had no choice but to turn the TV on. You got in bed, a few minutes into watching some random documentary when Bucky walked in with food.Â
You gave him a look, wondering if he would talk to you now. But all he said as he placed the bags filled with food on the bed was, âItâs none of your fancy green smoothies and healthy wraps, but itâll have to do for now. Iâm going to shower.âÂ
Then he disappeared.Â
You were still upset, but then hunger took over and you pawed at the bags like a raccoon. You found milkshakes, fries, and burgers. And you ate while you wondered how long Bucky would keep being angry at you.Â
You were halfway through your second burger when Bucky walked out of the shower. With nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His wet, dark hair pushed back, droplets of water still dripping down his chest and abs.Â
You swallowed your food before you choked, then looked away, acting as if the documentary on the TV was much more interesting to look at compared to your half naked boyfriend.Â
âAre you hurt anywhere?â He asked, and you noticed he was carrying a first-aid kit in his hands.Â
You shook your head.Â
âNothing? No scratches, nothing?â He asked again.Â
You shrugged, âJust a small cut. Itâll heal. Nothing serious.âÂ
He walked over to your side of the bed, and said, âShow me.âÂ
You didnât want to argue so you placed your food aside, lifted your shirt and showed him the minuscule cut on your ribs. âItâs notâ,âÂ
But he cut you off by placing the kit down and looking for some cotton and disinfectant.Â
It burned as he cleaned in and put a little bandaid over it. It hurt even more when he didnât kiss it after like he usually does whenever he tends to your cuts and wounds.Â
You didnât say a word though. And soon, you both finished your food in silence with only the TV and the approaching storm as noise in the background.Â
The thunder got louder and louder as you both got into bed. That weird silent treatment continued, and by now you were annoyed as well. Youâd admit, it was your fault for being so careless when heâd told you to be cautious. But didnât he see that you needed him now?Â
Couldnât he see you wanted to be held? And kissed? And comforted?Â
You frowned in the dark. The lights from outside came through the blinds and lit the room up a little bit. As did the lightning. You were the only one tossing and turning you noticed, Bucky was asleep it seemed.Â
But the thunder, the new bed, the fear and stress from earlier, it was all keeping you from falling asleep. Plus, it was a little embarrassing to admit, but you liked being held while you fell asleep. But Bucky wasnât even talking to you, and wrapping your own arms around yourself wasnât working.Â
Another hour went by. Now the heavy rain finally came, along with a proper thunder storm. And you couldnât take it anymore.Â
You turned to face Bucky and he had his eyes shut, facing you. Not a single item of clothing on his body, except for a thin sheet covering him from the waist down. You sighed, frowning a little in annoyance still but you couldnât help but scoot closer to him, seeking his warmth and embrace.Â
First you pressed into him, to see if he would stir or wake up. He didnât. So you got bolder and took his metal arm and placed it around you, waiting again. He didnât move. So you went to wrap your arms around him, and once you did, you heard his sleepy voice saying, âOh, whatâs this? Now you need me?âÂ
You froze, trying to see if you could pretend you were asleep already. He didnât buy it.Â
âI know youâre awake.âÂ
You sighed. âItâs the thunder.â You said, nuzzling his warm neck.Â
âAnd you need daddy to protect you now, little bunny?â He mocked. âBut when I try to tell you what to do to keep you safe you never listen.âÂ
You noticed he kept his arm around you, pulling you more into him even as he chided you. âIâm so sorry, Buck. It wonât happen again.âÂ
He hummed. âIt better not.âÂ
You were quiet for a second or two, then said, âYou were so mean to me earlier.âÂ
âI have to be.â He said sternly. âYou never listen. You donât take your training seriously, you think youâre ready to fight your way out, baby, but youâre not. All I asked you to do was not to leave that apartment until I got there. But you couldnât help but be a brat, could you?âÂ
You squirmed in shame. âI donât want you to be angry with me.âÂ
âWell,â He said, sounding sassy as he pulled you closer, âI am pissed. Deal with it.âÂ
You had had enough. You slipped out of his arms, âStay here and brood then,â You tried to get out of bed, âIâll sleep on one of the sofasââÂ
Bucky didnât let you. A loud thunder boomed right above as he pulled you back into bed and climbed on top of you. âStop being fucking difficult.â He hissed.Â
Before you could answer, his mouth was on yours. Beard scratching your face, his long hair tickling the sides of your face.Â
His kiss was rough and it hurt in the best way. Bucky pulled away for a brief moment, squeezed your cheeks so you couldnât close your mouth. âBrat.â Glaring down at you, he spat in your mouth before kissing you again.Â
Your brain felt like it was floating. His kiss was hot. And messy.Â
âThis is what you wanted, isnât it?â His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, âNeedy little brat. Canât ever do as youâre told, can you? You almost got fucking killed today, but you donât care about that. Do you? Huh?âÂ
You were quiet. Your brain was too foggy with lust to function.Â
âWhy are you quiet? No bratty words for daddy?â He asked, sliding his rough hands up and down your parted thighs. You spread them even more the moment he touched you and he smirked when he noticed it. âGo on, tell me to stop. Tell me to let you go.â He taunted, knowing full well you would never do that.Â
All you did was whimper as he touched you mindlessly, sliding his fingers up and down your slit, spreading your wetness around.Â
âYouâre gonna listen from now on.â He stated. âI donât care what it takes. Iâll lock you in that apartment if I have to. But from now on, if I tell you itâs not safe out there, you do not leave that house. You hear me, princess?âÂ
Silence. Which earned you a slap on the thigh. You yelped in pain before glaring at him. âFine,â You said, âYes, I hear you. Iâll be good.â You whined.Â
âOf course you will,â He said, his metal hand pinned you down on the bed by wrapping around your neck to keep you in place, while his other hand wrapped around his cock. Pumping it once, twice while holding your stare. ââCause Iâll have you over my knee and spank that little butt raw if you donât.âÂ
You whimpered and squirmed because of how badly you needed him inside you. âI will. Iâll be so good,â You begged, âBuck, please.âÂ
Bucky wasted no time sliding inside of you. Giving you no time to even think, he moved in and out of you in a way that had you moaning out loud, not caring that the walls might be thin.Â
The storm got louder somehow, thunder rumbling and lightning lighting up the room every now and then. The rain got heavier, silencing the rest of the world as Bucky fucked you. His body weight pressing down onto you in a way that made you never want to be anywhere else.Â
It didnât matter that you were in a small motel room, so far away from home. It didnât matter that danger could still be lurking around. Nothing mattered, not when he held your stare as he fucked you hard and fast, barely giving you time to breathe right.Â
He leaned in again, whispering against the corner of your open mouth, âLook how you behave the moment you have some cock in you. Is that all my baby wanted? Daddyâs cock? Hmm? Is this why youâve been pouting for the past few hours?â He chuckled, spreading your thighs even more, âIâve been mean to you, havenât I?â He cooed, fucking into you deeper somehow. âIâve been so mean by telling you just where you messed up and how bad things couldâve gotten if I didnât reach you in time. Iâm so mean to you, arenât I?â He mocked you, scoffing, âIs that why your pussy is strangling my cock, baby? Because daddyâs so mean to you, is he?â
You could feel your face getting hotter as your walls clenched around him over and over again, as he sped up and pounded into you. You felt all of him stretching you out, filling you up, moving rapidly in and out of you until he was all you could focus on.Â
âIs this what you wanted, little bunny?â He whispered, pounding into you relentlessly as he bent down to bite your lower lip and tug on it. âIs this enough to make you behave from now on, baby?âÂ
You moaned at how perfect his warm body felt on top of yours, his weight pressing down on you. His stubble tickled your skin as he kissed your face and bit on your lip. Your legs trembled as his thrusts, relentless and unbearably good. The pressure around your lower body grew, familiar, tight and hot.
The storm, the streetlights, and every little bit of light allowed you to see how Bucky looked down at you as you tightened around his cock. He smirked, looking down to where his cock disappeared into you each time he thrust in. âI killed for you today.â He whispered, âI saved you, and this is what I get? Attitude? A bratty girl? Not even a thank you,â He scoffed, âNot even a âthank you for saving me daddyâ, nothing.â The cold cruelty in his voice only made you clench around him harder.Â
His hand squeezed your throat again, making you moan even louder. âDirty little slut. Look at you, all cock drunk.â He scoffed, giving you yet another messy kiss. âAre you gonna be good from now on?âÂ
âYes,â You whined, not recognising your voice because of how desperate you sounded. Then again, only he could make you sound this way. You whimpered, unable to say anything else because of how good he felt sliding in and out of you.Â
Fuck, you needed this. So much. You whined again when his hand let go of your throat, fingers trailing down your squirming body until his metal fingers found your clit, toying with it while he pounded into you mercilessly.Â
âYeah?â He stared deep into your eyes as he spoke. âYouâre gonna be my good girl and listen to me?âÂ
You nodded, tears streaming down your face again. The exhaustion from earlier, the day you had survived. It was all too much. âPleaseâŚâ You whimpered, squirming and unable to hold back anymore. You needed to come so bad. Your thoughts were a mess.Â
âGood girl.âÂ
And you couldnât hold back anymore. You came undone all around him. Moaning, your back arching off the bed as you came hard around his cock, tightening around him even harder than earlier.Â
Bucky kept pounding into you as your orgasm washed over you, your walls squeezing him violently. Your body trembling under him. âThatâs it, babygirl. Come for daddy.âÂ
You could hear the untamed hunger in his deep, growly voice. He groaned until he came undone as well. You whined and whimpered as you felt him filling you up, his thrusts slowing down, his cum dripping down your inner thighs.Â
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You vaguely remember his cleaning the two of you. He let you rest for a minute, but then it seemed like he couldnât keep his hands to himself. So he flipped you around, straddled you and began massaging your worn out body.Â
He rubbed his rough hands all over your back, down your hips, and thighs. It was quiet for a while. Just the rain, the thunder, and the sound of Bucky breathing.Â
Then you heard his gentle voice. âI canât lose you. Not you.â He whispered, like he was saying it to himself, âNot you, baby.âÂ
Your heart throbbed and pinched. Â
He leaned down and kissed the back of your neck, your shoulders, down your spine, all while massaging your body. âI donât like being mean to you.â He kissed his way up again, nuzzling your ear and whispering, âEarlier today,â He spoke softly, âWhen I watched the tracker show me how fast you were getting further and further away, thinking about how they mustâve grabbed you. How easily, how quickly they took you, Iâ,â His voice cracked.Â
You couldnât help the tears anymore, âIâm sorry.â You tried to turn over and face him but he gently pushed you back down on the bed.Â
âShh,â He shut you up. âJust let me take care of you.â His hands touched you everywhere. Soft touches soothing the spots heâd grabbed harshly earlier. âYou scared me, baby.â He kissed around the cut on your side. âFor a moment I thought Iâd never see you again.âÂ
âIâll be good, I promise.â You sniffled, trying to look at him over your shoulder. âIâll train harder, Iâll be better. I wonât let my guard down, ever.âÂ
He leaned in and kissed your lips gently. âYouâre perfect.â He stated. âWeâll work on training you better. Weâll be okay. Donât worry baby, Iâve got you. Always.âÂ
You gave him a teary smile and sheepishly said, âThank you for saving me.âÂ
Bucky laughed softly, nuzzling your neck again, kissing your skin like he couldnât get enough. âI would burn this entire world down if anyone tries to take you from me again.âÂ
You laid your head back down on the pillow, laughing softly. Thinking he was joking.Â
He wasnât.
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People talk about how the POV in SVSSS is everything and I am personally obsessed with the idea of being a Bai Zhan peak disciple. Like imagine it.
Your teacher, whoâs a certified badass, whose idea of a lesson plan is kicking the shit out of you, suffers a mild health emergency. Afterwards he becomes friends with the guy he hates??? The guy you ALL hate??? The guy seems to have had a Phineas Gage -esque personality switch so thatâs not even the weirdest part of the situation. Your teacher is suddenly bringing him monster parts and having him over for tea and chucking you off a mountain if he asks. This continues for YEARS until the guy your teacher likes literally explodes himself in front of the entire student body. Then the exploded guyâs disciple comes back from the dead as a DEMON, takes over a peak you have a rivalry with, and kidnaps the guy whoâs responsible for bandaging you up when you get hurt (which is often). THEN, your teacher, badass of all badasses, fights this demon every day for five years. He LOSES every day for five years. When you ask why, it turns out heâs after the other teacherâs corpse. Which the demon wonât let your teacher have. Some of the students think this is romantic. Youâre here to kill monsters and Do Not Care, but are concerned for your teacher.
Then the exploded guy comes back to life, and after a quick stint of the world looking like it was going to end, marries the demon who took his corpse captive. He completely snubs your teacher. They STILL have tea with each every other week. The demon is not invited but shows up anyway. Your teacher still regularly throws you off a mountain.
Bai Zhan peak disciples really had the shortest and weirdest end of that particular stick.
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Yandere! Werewolf Headcanons
I've been stalked by the guilty feeling that my Romanian Werewolf boy got a lot of backstory but not much romance or interaction. So there you have it: some headcanons featuring the ancient Beast, a post-kidnapping sequel.
Content: female reader, obsessive behavior, monster romance, mild NSFW at the end, ridiculously older yandere
You followed the gargantuan stranger back into the city, leaving the bloodbath behind as if it was just a distant dream. Admittedly, youâd expected to be dragged into some mountainous cave or an abandoned mansion, not the cozy - albeit a little dusty - apartment on a main, historical street. On second thought, he did function as a human outside of his monstrous escapades, so it made sense. âIs this your place?â, you sheepishly asked while he wiped the thick layers of blood off him. âOne of them, yesâ, he answered curtly. âItâs centralâ, you remarked, trying to make conversation. âWell, I didnât know about it back then. Itâs been a few decades.â
Your ears perked up at the words. Gazing at his features, he didnât seem necessarily aged to you. The deep creases contouring his face felt more like a sign that heâs lived sorrows beyond most peopleâs comprehension. âHow old are you?â You finally asked as curiosity replaced your initial fear. He abruptly stopped his movements and leaned back, brows furrowed in deep contemplation. âIâm not so sure anymore. I was born in the 80sâ, he concluded. âThatâs not too far back, is it?â You inquired, this time more relaxed. â80 BC, I meant. You do the math.â
He freshened himself up as you counted the millennia on your fingers, frowning in confusion. He chuckled at your intense focus, then quickly looked up into the mirror. When was the last time he smiled like this? The reflection was a foreign sight to him. âWeâll get you everything you need tomorrowâ, he continued, still in a daze. What a strange idea, having someone to speak to after an eternity. And suddenly, it occurred to him just how rusted his communication had gotten: âIâm so sorry, I havenât asked for your name onceâ, he said, embarrassed. âItâs (Y/N). And you are...?" Might as well introduce yourself to your benevolent captor.
The dreaded question. How did they call him back in the day? He hasn't had anyone spell it out for him, nor did he feel the need at any point to say it himself. Why would he? He hadn't anticipated meeting you. With pursed lips, he searched his mind. Eventually, from the depths or memories, from days of yore, it made its way back: "Daos."
Given your first gory encounter (where he quite literally murdered everyone else), you were surprised to find out he's otherwise a calm and polite individual. Well, he's had centuries to mature, you suppose. You've also noticed he has that rather old-fashioned chivalry to him. He's very attentive despite his stoic demeanor, and often follows with acts of service.
"You're insulting me. I can carry this myself with ease", you'll argue. "I never doubted you can. Nonetheless, it is my wish to do it for you."
As the days pass, your reluctance seems to vanish as well. In fact, you've become particularly cheeky, encouraged by his warm, unperturbed behavior. Maybe you haven't gotten the worst deal out there, after all.
"You know, you talk like an old man", you've teased him once. He was visibly taken aback by your statement, and you could discern a faint blush on his face. "Do I? My apologies, I haven't spoken to anyone in a long time. I'm not familiar with modern speech. Have I embarrassed you somehow?"
He spends his free time reading, though he will frequently take you on walks. It's an interesting affair to say the least. You can feel the curious eyes of the passersby and hear their not-so-discreet whispered gossip. You can't truly blame them: Daos is enormous even as a human. He towers above everyone else with his imposing appearance. To match, his voice is deep and coarse as a result of not using it much until recently.
The ancient werewolf is a living history book. If asked, he will narrate to you important events or details you might be curious about regarding his culture. Once, when he'd been in a good mood, he even shared fragments of his life before turning into a creature. He'd been a high-ranked Dacian warrior, spending his days training or fighting. He still remembers the flag he carried with bitter fondness, yet another irony to his fate: a wolf-headed serpent. It was meant to showcase their way of life; barbarians with no fear of death. They'd greeted the Roman Empire with nothing but a sword and a shield, no shred of doubt.
He might've been betrayed by his people, but the pride remains. The pride of a soldier who's never known defeat. You learned quickly that his beastly form doesn't count as a significant change by any means, save for appearances. The man has brute strength even as a human. You'd once strayed from his view, and a stranger approached with a daring whistle, gawking you up and down. Before you could react, Daos clawed him by the throat. You heard the twist of the skin and the creak of the bones giving in to the immense pressure of his large hand.
"It's the second time I have exposed you to such unpleasant sights", he said, discarding the body as if it was any other garbage. "Forgive me, but I will not have you disrespected like this."
He is very much aware he's taken you away from the world out of his own selfish desire. The fact that you accepted it is more than he could ever ask for. That's what he keeps telling himself, even as his eyes wander to your lips whenever you speak. Or as his hand lingers a moment too long against the curve of your back. Or as he hungrily takes in your scent whenever you're nearby.
He might be unhealthily possessive of you, but Daos will never do anything against your will. No matter how obvious his urges are. In fact, no amount of flirting or teasing will shake his resolve. You will have to be very direct with your approval.
Once the reality settles in, he'll become extremely affectionate, bordering on obsessive. To think he could have you in every way possible. Oh, he's waited thousands of years for you. All the suffering, the loneliness, the anger, they're stripped of any meaning now that he has you.
The city strolls at an awkward distance have since become a habitual excuse to hold your hand and show you off to the mortals. The quiet evenings of passing time with a book now include your merely noticeable weight cuddled into his lap. You didn't expect him to be this adoring. Being touch-starved for millennia counts as one reason, naturally, but there's more to it, so much more. And it all leads back to you.
He is a little taken aback when you ask him to do the deed in his werewolf form. "Don't be foolish. I can't overcome my instincts as well when I'm a creature. I could harm you", he'll lecture you. "Besides, you can barely take it as it currently is", he'll add, smirking at your baffled expression. It seems he's picked up on your cheekiness.
After a lot of pleading and waiting for the right moment - when he's ravaging you in a daze - he finally agrees. True to his word, his tune instantly changes. The tender hold turns into a desperate grasp sinking into your skin, and the thrusts become irregular, almost frantic. His drool cools your burning cheeks as you hold onto the coarse fur, feverish and overwhelmed.
His golden eyes rest on the small human squirming underneath him, and suddenly, he can't help but notice: you have the perfect birthing hips.
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