#employer elevator hitch

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DOODLE PAGE :]

GET YO FOOD

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HOLLYWOOD DREAM

NORMAL GUY/EMPLOYER ANIMATION- ELEVATOR HITCH

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AHEM

i made art

....Normal guy

i decided to go with a more lineless artsyle today

the hands are fucked okay

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I felt a little silly >(_|°з)

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I played Elevator Hitch and I had to

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some doodles I did on my friends drawing tablet :o3

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[bigolbard]

The Paradox of Grief

A short piece of prose based on a Starfield experience

SPOILER WARNING: This story contains spoilers for Starfield’s main quest. If you have not completed the main quest and have absolutely any desire to do so in the future, I highly recommend that you don’t read any further. Starfield is already one of my favorite games, and I don’t want my silly little piece of writing to spoil it for you if you’re so inclined to experience it for yourself.

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Darkness isn’t all that scary once you’re used to it. Spend enough time underground, filtering iron-flecked dust out of your oxygen pack and you develop a sense for seeing what’s hidden. Darkness and shadows like to play games on addled psyches, but they fold to the drone of a cutter and an understanding of space. 

Even a semantic and philosophical understanding that what most people fear isn’t really darkness itself, but rather what that darkness conceals -- the unknown -- pales when that mystery becomes a comfort. Some see a shadow and worry what hides beneath it. But it’s just as easy to hope against hope that it’s obfuscating something wonderful. Something exciting. Something new. Maybe it’s denial. Or wishful thinking. But the curse of darkness blossoms into a boon with just a few shifting parameters.

But light? An empty space, well-lit, or an open field at noon? It has no secrets. Its traumas are laid bare, for all to see. There is no guesswork. No humored assumptions. No hypotheses. There is only what is plainly visible. The curtain peeled back, its histories and hopes and dreams and failures all exposed. There is no playing pretend in the light.

These are the thoughts I’m wrestling with as the warning bell alerts me to the door’s closing. The hab is sealed, and the air breathable. My helmet hisses as I twist it off, compounded by a heavy sigh. 

How long it’s been since I stood here.

I can hear the firing of landing gears, the roar of ships coming to rest on the surface. The gunfire of pirates. The fear of working men.

“Argos was your previous employer, yes?” Her voice cuts through the stillness of the recycled air. “This must be especially… strange, for you.” There’s a hitch in her voice. I notice them more and more the longer we’re together. Her demeanor is not a facade, but rather a sheet of ice over a welling spring. I tell her that in the sun’s light, even a cold blanket of ice is as beautiful as the most pure stream. She rolls her eyes but can’t conceal the smile that breaks the edge of her lips. In those moments, everything is as it should be.

“For one job.” The words seem borderline unbelievable. One measly job. Mining beryllium. And now look at me.

Andreja takes a step forward, standing just beyond my shoulder. “Is this the first time you’ve returned here since…” Her voice trails off.

“No,” I answer, shaking my head. “No, I came back to get Barrett. Though, this ended up just being a quick stop on that path. I never even made it in here.”

“Ah. So, for all intents and purposes, this is your first time back.”

The sigh that escapes my lungs is heavy, somewhere between nostalgia and regret. “Yeah. Yeah I suppose so.”

The air moves breezelessly through the common space, the odor of manual labor and fallen rock permeating the purifier. It’s a short walk around the facility, and the remnants are both underwhelming and predictable. An abandoned cutter. A stray helmet. Towels. Half-eaten Chunks. Playing cards. A copy of Bad People, Bad Jokes. A few spare credstiks, none of much value. For as abruptly as this operation was shelved, little of value was left behind. Maybe there’s some comfort in that. 

I’m not here for comfort.

It isn’t long before I find my way to the elevator and take us deep below the moon’s surface. The caverns of Vectera. Cold. Lonely. And full of memories.

The cave system stretches out in front of us, dipping quickly into darkness, unfazed by the temporary miner’s lights. Tunnels branch off into labyrinthine halls, daring the intrepid miner looking for a score to hunt the minotaur. Veins of beryllium ore litter the cavern walls, unpicked by Argos in its waning moments at this site. The deep cavern air is stale and still, and were it not for the sound of my own breath hissing, I’d fear I was drowning. But I know exactly where I am.

And I know exactly where I’m going.

I thought it would be a straight shot, that this would be a quick visit driven by purpose, but I find myself tempted by the ore. It flashes at me, daring me to remember how this all began. I’m not strong enough to refuse. My cutter hums to life and I begin to methodically make my way through the winding tunnels, depositing each freed ore into my pack.

Andreja follows, observing wordlessly. I told her she didn’t need to come, that I’d understand if she wanted to stay at the Lodge and be with the others, but she’d shut that down in an instant. I am as familiar with loss as anyone else here. You told me we all find our own ways to move through grief. Mine, at this moment, is at your side. And you are a fool if you think I’m leaving you alone. 

I’d smiled when she said that. It was one of the first times I’d smiled since everything had happened. And it may have been the last time I smiled since.

I don’t know how long it takes us to reach our destination. The monotony of the mining numbs the passage of time, and the absence of sun makes estimation worthless. But after a time of silent travel, broken only by the hum of the cutter’s laser and the shattering of rock, we cross the bridge and can see the remnants of the cavern that hid away the Vectera artifact.

Deposits of caelumite still litter the space. What little bit of light finds its way here sparkles, the anomalous nature of this space playing its tricks. I walk over to the sheet of bedrock now stripped of its secrets and place my hand upon the stone. There is no vision. No lights. No music. No sense of longing or discovery. Just cold stone.

Why did I come here.

“This is where you found it? The artifact?”

I nod. I still don’t know why they sent me to recover it. I understand Lin not wanting to put herself down range, she’d more than earned the right to delegate, but Heller had more knowledge of the overarching situation than I did. Why wasn’t it him? Or some other hapless miner just looking to make a quick cred? 

“Do you regret it?”

I grit my teeth. At first it feels like anger, but it becomes quickly apparent that it’s the only thing keeping me from breaking down on the spot. “It’s hard not to these days.”  I try to imagine a world where I never picked up that artifact. Where I’m on another contract in some distant system, none the wiser to the mystery being unearthed piece by piece, planet by planet. Life by life.

“You blame yourself.”

It feels like anger again, but there’s no fire in my voice. Just sadness. “Is it blame when it’s true?” The question is rhetorical, but part of me still hopes she answers. When she doesn’t, I continue. “I was there. I was in the Lodge, and if I would have stayed I could have saved her.”

“And then it would be me you were mourning.”

I see the blood staining Andreja’s chest, the bandages I furiously wrapped around her, the medpacks I administered. I see her clinging to her breath before getting back to her feet, wounded and bruised, but alive. 

I won’t tell her, but at night, sometimes, I see a different version. I see myself staying at the Lodge. I see her cold and lifeless, blood pooled on the Eye’s floor. I see Vladimir holding her limp body, void of breath or hope. I see the future that could have come to pass. 

That did come to pass? It feels too real to be my own imagination. Like it was a warning. A reality another version of myself was forced to endure.

It made the choice trivial. 

“I would never let anything happen to you. I never could let anything happen to you.”

She’s standing beside me now. “I know, dearest. You found yourself in a terrible position. And though you made a choice, these consequences are not of your actions.”

“Constellation’s chair is dead. And I was there in the moments before it happened. And I chose to leave. Forgive me if I struggle to accept that I’m not at some level of fault.”

Her words are firm, but empathetic. “If this is the logic you wish to use, then is it not Vladimir that you should hold responsible? After all, he is the one who sent Sarah with you to retrieve the artifact from the Scow. Had you gone on your own, Sarah would have still been on The Eye.”

Sometimes I envy her ability to use my own flawed thinking against me. Of course Vladimir bears no responsibility for what happened. She knows that. And she knows I know that. 

“I know that you miss her. I miss her, too. Though no one has ever known me in the way you do, Sarah was one of the few who knew me beyond my surface. She gave me hope. A second chance. Her loss stings in a way I have not known. And whatever she was to me, I know she was more to you.”

It wasn’t a secret between us how I’d felt about Sarah in the early days of our friendship.

And while it never became anything serious or even vaguely close to the way I felt about Andreja, Sarah’s friendship meant more to me than most. She was the first friend I’d had in a long time. And while I’d come to make more -- Sam, Vlad, Barrett, Noel, even Walter -- Sarah always held a special place in my heart. It was hard not to feel like I’d lost a piece of who I was. Who I’d become.

I feel Andreja’s fingers run across my hand, and I hold to her tightly. In a vacuum, I might have let her and the rest of them on the Eye fend for themselves. After all, she and they were all capable fighters. But the curse of knowledge is heavy, and knowing what I knew, I’d have sacrificed each and every member of Constellation if it meant protecting her.

Such convictions manifest a heavy guilt.

“I miss her.” The beginnings of tears had formed in my eyes. “I feel like I let her down. Like I let Constellation down.” I turn to Andreja and grip her hand tighter, like she might float away if I let go. Like she might see me for what I am, or the shadow of myself I currently wear, and run.  “I made a choice. A choice that I would make again a hundred times and part of me can’t help but hate myself for it.” 

I can hear her voice in conversations past: I would move the stars for you. But I hope it does not come to that.

Consider them moved.

“I feel trapped.”

She takes my other hand. “Then let me help you.”

I continue to hold the tears at bay, if only long enough to articulate how I feel. The amalgamation of mourning and sorrow and regret and anger and fear into a twisted abomination.

“I’m a living paradox. I feel responsible for her death, yet any regret I might feel for not staying behind is dwarfed by my unflinching commitment to protect you. I’m scared that my mourning of her begets regret, and that such regret implies I’d ever have left you. I feel like I can’t mourn her without betraying you, yet I can’t stand by you without condemning Sarah to her grave and Constellation to a consolation prize. It feels like no matter which version of events I cling to, I betray someone’s trust. Like I can’t even grieve without putting one life over another.”

There’s empathetic sadness in her eyes as she raises her hand to my face. It’s cool to the touch, and it’s all I can do to not melt into her arms on the spot. “There is not a single moment where I feel betrayed by you, my love. I cannot begin to imagine the weight your actions have pressed upon you.” She pauses a moment, wiping a tear from my cheek. “It will take time for things to feel as they did. They may never feel quite the same. But I will be beside you the whole time. As will the rest of Constellation. None of them hold you responsible for the violence perpetrated by another. And though you never need ask for it, if you need my permission to mourn, you have it. Forever and always.”

I press my forehead to hers, basking in a love I can’t fathom. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, dearest.” She rests her head against my chest, and for a moment, we are silent. 

Then, when the silence becomes unbearable, we cry.

[snaileer]

My Best Friend Is A Dead Teenage Robot - 2

“So. Kid,” Tony said as they stepped back onto his personal floor from the elevator, “Care to tell me what that was all about?”

“It’s Tucker. Mr. Tony, sir. Uh just a -uh small mistake.” Tucker said, somehow looking nervous and amazed at the lab at the same time.

Tony raised an eyebrow at him over his shoulder. He didn’t believe that for one second.

“Alright, well if you won’t tell me about that, at least tell me about your AI. I mean, I haven’t looked at the code yet, but it’s impressive,” Tony gave a wolf whistle, still eyeing the one-armed Dan-E robot next to the kid.

The robot perked up at the compliment, clearly preening.

Tucker turned to glare at it, “What are you even proud of, it’s not like you made anything.”

Dan-E clipped its claw hand at Tucker’s ankles.

“Hey, watch it!” He said, hopping back from the claw.

Tony laughed, “Hey Fri, tell Rhodey I’m gonna miss our little chat,” He said to the open air. Heading over to get a bottle of sparkling water from his fridge.

“Of course sir. And what would you like me to say?”

Tony leaned into the mini-fridge, “Just tell him I have a new project.” He turned to the kid, shaking the sparkling water bottle at him. “Hey kid, you want anything?”

Tucker waved him off, “No. No thanks. I’m good!”

“I do!” The arm robot piped in, hand in the air. Tucker’s head whipped around to him, staring aghast.

The arm drooped slightly, “What?”

Tucker gave Tony a sheepish look, “Uh… he .. he just kinda does that.. he likes to be included.”

Tony raised an eyebrow but grabbed a second bottle and tossed it to the kid as he went by. Tucker fumbled to catch it.

“So anyways! Tell me about your projects! I saw you with the herd bot group so I assume you’re part of that, right?” He plopped himself down on one of his lab stools, watching in amusement as the kid set the water bottle on the base of the robot’s gearbox and whisper-shouted something at him.

“Ye-ah, uh I mean,” Tucker scratched the back of his head sheepishly as he came closer, “that was more of an accident, I was just supposed to be another set of eyes for the code, and y’know, like the mechanics. I’m not like, leading it or anything.”

Tony gestured him to another stool, pulling up a file on his Starkpad.

“I always knew SI was good at scouting talent, you’re what.. 22?” Fresh out of college at least but he looked younger.

Tucker coughed, “19.”

Tony’s eyebrows jumped. But sure enough, there he was, employment file stating 19 flat. Associate’s in Computer Science from Illinois and half a Bachelor’s in credits from the same at Urbana-Champaign.

“Impressive.”

The kid’s hand yanked back from inching towards the tools on Tony’s desk. He coughed, “Well that’s me! Impressive!”

Tony nodded to the arm-robot, still puttering around at the back of lab, looking suspiciously like it was trying and failing to reach its arm around to the water bottle on its gearbox, “And him?”

The arm-robot turned in another circle, trying and failing to make the limited dexterity arm reach its base. It didn’t quite have the range.

Tucker turned to follow his eyes, “Oh that’s. Well, that’s Danny.”

“Dan-E.”

“Danny.”

“Yeah. Dan-E.”

Tucker squinted his eyes into the middle distance, “There’s something different there, but I can’t tell what it is….”

“Sure. And he’s what? Your robot dog defense?”

Tucker grimaced, “No that was… Technus.”

“Technus? You’ve got another AI?”

“I mean, technically? He’s got a couple… issues… likes to possess toasters. And laptops. And nuclear detonation codes. Dumb things like that. Hehe…” He gave a dying attempt at a laugh, “It’s totally not a problem though! I’ll just keep him on quarantine till we figure out how to fix… things.”

“You made an evil robot AI?”

“Evil’s a strong word,” Tucker shrugs, “He’s just like, weirdly obsessed with world domination.”

“Like an evil robot AI?”

“I mean…. He’s not that bad, I just try to keep him out of main systems. I promise I don’t bring him here, he just-ugh- hitched a ride on Danny. Because DANNY!” Tucker yells, glaring hard at the robot, “Never clears his fricking cookie cache!”

Dan-E wheels over, stopping next to them, and then turning just so that the claw smacks into Tucker’s arm.

“Oops.” The artificial voice says dryly.

Tucker glares harder, one hand rubbing his arm, “I should take your arm apart and sell it for scraps.” He seethes.

Tony understands the desire.

He waves at a hand at them, “Yeah yeah, evil android intelligence, been there done that, totally normal,” Tony ignores the incredulous look Tucker throws him, “What I wanna see, is what else can you do?”

Tucker glances between Dan-E and Tony, “… Um.. a lot… I guess?”

Tony grins, “Fantastic!” He grabs Tucker by the shoulders and slides them over to his lab table, “Show me.”

Tucker hesitates, fingers lingering over the tools laid out, “Uh.. Y’know I should probably get home, things to do, groceries, uh.. taxes. Need to get Danny back.. just so busy.. really don’t have time to-“

“Nonsense!” Tony slides an old circuit board in front of the kid and glances upward, “Hey Fri, bring Dum-E up here for our bionically limited friend yeah?”

Dan-E’s electrically tonal voice speaks up again, “Who now?”

The elevator dings, Dum-E’s form zipping forward from the doors until he tips forward on the elevator gap.

Dum-E’s arm turns uselessly side to side as the robot works to figure out it a way to lift his wheels from the crack.

Tony smiles and pats the kid’s shoulder, “See, they’ll be the best of friends by the time you go home.”

Tucker grimaces. He spares a glance to his best friend, then to the Iron Man suit against the wall.

“Right,” He turns back to the circuit board, “Home.”

Update tags: @not-my-final-account

My Best Friend Is A Dead Teenage Robot

Tony is annoyed to say that he didn’t even know about the kid until his presence was impossible to ignore.

It comes in the most startling of ways.

Specifically, by FRIDAY ignoring his question.

“Friday?” Tony says again to the open air, still devoid of the music he’d asked for.

“I apologize sir, I seem to be on a bit of a delay-“ there’s a pause as her voice sounds notably distracted, “The majority of my processing power is being used to maintain a firewall. There is a disturbance on level 23, sir.”

Alarms blare in the back of Tony’s mind as he immediately turns back out of his lab. What disturbance could take up the majority of Friday’s processing power?

She ran the tower for Pete’s sake!

Needless to say, it is not what he is expecting when the elevator doors open to reveal one of his R&D labs being torn apart by the new bionic herding bots and a young man furiously coding in the middle of the room with an armed robot not unlike Dum-E defending him with a soup thermos.

“It seems you have found the source of the disturbance, Sir.”

The man stuck in the middle of it turns to Friday’s voice, spotting Tony standing with one foot out of the elevator.

His dark skin goes impressively pale.

“Dannyyy!!! If you’re gonna stop Technus, do it now!!” He yells, slamming enter on his keyboard before kicking away a robot dog getting close to him.

“On it.” A voice speaks. And the one armed bot from before zooms over to hold down the dogbot, letting the man plug something in and just as quickly yank it out.

Too fast for Tony to understand, the thermos is uncapped and what he now realizes is a USB drive, is dropped in.

The movement of the room drops with a clatter.

“Hey…. Dr.Stark…” the man says,

Tony blinks.

He looks at the kid. Then at the cluster of engineers trembling against the wall.

Then at the ceiling. There’s a hole.

Plaster rains down, drawing his eyes to the one armed robot.

It waves cheerfully.

“Put your fricking arm down Danny!” The man whispers forcefully.

The robot arm lowers.

He’s standing in the middle of the wreckage in front of Tony, as if awaiting judgment. Slowly, the young man lifts his own arm to a half wave, “Please don’t fire me for this.”

Tony blinks again-

“Why do you get to wave and I don’t!?” A voice says, almost whining.

The young man kicks the robot next to him. It silences.

Tony smiles, “What’s your name kid?”

He hesitates, “.. Tucker.” There’s a pause, “.. uh, Dr. Stark, sir.”

Tony smiles again, the one that Pepper says means PR trouble, “Please kid, call me Tony. Anybody that can make an AI like mine deserves to call me Tony.”

Tucker freezes at being obviously caught, “A what?”

His AI’s voice also answers damningly, “A what?”

[calling-smiles-asks]

Normal guy whenever I see you I feel like I’m on cloud 9

(Hehe- get it??)

(Plz take me)

[inkiest-silly]

“He should be here by now..”

[cherryxkush]

risky business | pjm, jjk (m) | 2

synopsis: you’re a successful entrepreneur in the beauty industry and after your assistant/best friend sees the spread in Korea GQ magazine of a popular k-pop artist, she gets him on the first flight to California to start a sponsorship deal, and it was none other than the world-renowned fuckboy you met at a product launch party for Gucci two years ago.

pairing: jimin x female reader x jungkook

rating: mature (18+)

genre: enemies to lovers, love triangle, angst, fluff, smut

warnings/content: swearing, employer/client relationship, past situationship, fuckboy!jimin, celebrity!jimin, love triangle, tattoo artist!jungkook, jin is reader’s lawyer best friend

explicit content: brief mentions of sex (varies between chapters)

disclaimer: this is entirely a work of fiction, and in no way does it reflect thoughts or acts of bts in the real world (:

♡ note: finally!! sorry it took me so long to release this. it’s been a long 4 months :’) also, thank you to everyone who has read, liked, and reblogged my writing and thank you so much for the comments as well, it means a lot to me :’)

there is quite a bit of angst in this chapter, enjoy lovelies! ♡

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This has to be a fucking joke, you said to yourself as you stare at the messages on your phone, jaw agape in shock and your heart dropping down to your stomach.

Jungkook had already left before you woke up this morning, leaving a small, neatly folded note on your nightstand that contained his messy handwriting, telling you that he had fun and he couldn’t wait to see you again.

It was sweet, a warm and fuzzy feeling igniting in your tummy at the thoughtful gesture.

But every ounce of warmth you felt was replaced by your breath hitching and your blood running cold as soon as you opened Naiya’s messages.

You felt queasy, like the world was rocking underneath you and your body couldn’t catch up, the aftermath bubbling and waiting to spill after you’d tried so hard to keep it at bay.

Your ghost was coming back to haunt you, threatening to suck all the air out of your lungs and leave you to fight for your sanity.

Park Jimin. The stunning musician, model, dancer and actor; a jack of all trades, and a master of many. The man who is a muse in all art forms. He’s confident and assertive, reeling you in with a sickeningly-sweet smile and endless charm.

Seeing his name was like a punch to your gut, and the thought of him entering your safe space, your livelihood that you worked so hard for, was the icing on a melancholy, 2 year old cake that you hadn’t dared to touch in fear of reopening a wound.

Park Jimin was your ghost, pervasively seeping into every part of you and you weren’t so sure you could soothe the ache this time.

And to make things worse, your friends didn’t know who he was to you, hearing about your heartbreak in pieces through text messages and cryptic ‘I should’ve known better’s’. They never knew the mysterious guy who broke you, the one who grabbed hold of your heart before you’d even noticed, and crushed it with his own bare hands.

You fought it in silence and shame, spending days holed up in your apartment, detached and in denial.

You should’ve never fell for him.

And oh, how stupid you were to think that you could escape him forever.

Pairs of eyes followed you in fear as you stormed into the office building around 4pm, a scowl etched onto your features and breath caught in your throat. No one dared to get in your way, the staff almost holding their heads down as to not encounter your wrath.

The poor intern was even too scared to greet you and ask if you wanted any coffee, something she happily did every time she saw you.

Your heels met the ground with intimidating clicks as you swiftly and angrily made your way to the board room, only pausing your stride to wait for and enter or exit the elevator.

Once you made it to the top floor, the board room was straight ahead with doors of crystalline glass. Jin sat in a chair facing away from you while Naiya met your eyes on the other side of the door, and she gulped. You were seething.

You pushed open the door, and Naiya instinctively took a few steps back.

“Explain. Now.” You spat.

Jin swiveled in his chair to face you and gave you an inquisitive yet disbelieving look. “What crawled up your ass?”

Your eyes narrowed into slits, “‘What crawled up my ass,’ Jin?” You scoffed. “Park fucking Jimin, that’s what. Are you guys serious?”

Naiya chimed in, “Wait, but what’s wrong? What do you have against Jimin?”

Jin rolled his eyes at you, “Can you not PMS right now, please?”

“Fuck you, Jin,” Both of your friends went wide-eyed, “You have no idea what kind of position this puts me in.”

“Well, maybe if you actually told us what’s going on and why you don’t like him, we can get to the bottom of it so that everything goes smoothly,” Naiya was trying to be the peacemaker.

You chuckled dryly. “Hell no, there’s no way this deal is happening. Find someone else,” You began to turn on your heel, making an attempt to exit the room in frustration.

“I hate to break it to you, but that’s not possible anymore,” Naiya said with a frown.

You spun on your heels, “Excuse me?”

“There’s no way we’d find someone in time to replace him, not if we want to be on time with the launch, and you know how important that is. A-And, he’s is already in California,”

You laughed humorlessly, a look of disbelief adorning your features.

“He should be here any minute now,” Jin coughed awkwardly.

“You can’t convince me to work with Park Jimin. I won’t. We’ll figure something else out, no matter what it is.”

“Now, now,” You turned around upon hearing the door open, a slender, feminine hand placed on the hardware as your receptionist lead the way for the subject of the conversation, the one who turned heads and lit up a room. “Is that any way to greet your client?”

There he stood in all his glory, sleek suit and lavish shades on display, accompanied by a beaming, flirtatious smile.

“Jimin,” you greeted him with gritted teeth, forcing an upward turn of your lips.

“Long time, no see, doll.”

Clearing your throat, you looked Jimin directly in his eyes, an irritated glint accompanying your gaze. “Everyone, can you please give Mr. Park and I the room for a bit?”

You eyed his female counterpart—or, assistant, as he’d probably say—as she stood slightly behind him, clad in a blouse and pencil skirt, with red bottom heels that you’re sure Jimin paid for. She carried herself with poise, and she held her head slightly down, as if she questioned whether she was worth being chosen to come to this meeting. You had been like her once. Young, beautiful and easily manipulated, eager to people-please and have others be proud of the work that you did, longing to be appreciated and cared for by a handsome man who would love you.

She was too good for him. Too delicate.

You were like her once, but you told yourself that you would never be like that again.

She spoke up in a voice that was much too tender for the likes of him, “That won’t be needed, Miss. I am to accompany him during the meeting, as there is business invol–“

He waved her off before proceeding to unbutton his suit jacket, exuding an annoying aura of confidence that made you silently clench your teeth while he smirked. “It’s fine, Minji. She’s an old friend.”

She took a step back and held her head down as if she’d made a mistake, and your gaze softened upon witnessing her reaction.

“It’ll be quick, I promise,” you gave her a small smile, which she returned. “I will have my assistant lead you to our executive lounge so you can enjoy the amenities while Mr. Park and I catch up, and then we can speak about a potential partnership with you present, if that’s okay.”

She smiled at you, “Of course! Thank you Miss,” She waved before exiting along with Naiya and Jin, leaving just you and Jimin alone.

Suddenly the room became colder and the air heavier at the realization.

You went to sit on the opposite side of the table from where you were previously standing , aiming to place as much space between you and Jimin as possible.

“Sit.” You gestured to the chair across from you, making a point not to make eye contact.

“Someone’s a little bossy,” He said with a smug smile as he took his seat. “It suits you.”

You scoffed, clasping your hands together and resisting the urge to clench them out of irritation and anxiousness. “Cut the shit, Jimin. Why are you here?”

He raised a brow out of amusement and feigned offense. “I’m here for a contract.”

You narrowed your eyes, suspicion in your tone as you spoke. “See, I don’t think you need money that bad, Jimin. I’ve read the tabloids, seen the magazines. You’re successful and we haven’t spoken in years, so why not just keep the bridge burned?”

He smirked, “Someone’s been doing research on me, I see,”

Your glare was icy, your nonchalance being the cherry on top. “Trust me when I say that I wish I never heard of you at all.”

You didn’t see his minuscule flinch at your words, or how he actually used the excuse of loosening his tie to hide himself wiping away the clamminess of his hands.

The look in his eyes was different.

“Oh, poor thing, did I ruin sex for you with any other man? Is that why you hate me so much? I know it’s been some years, but I wouldn’t mind going again if it meant you’d take out the stick that’s far up your ass,” He fake-pitied you, taking out a piece of gum and popping it into his mouth.

You scoffed, mouth open wide in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Not in the slightest,” He winked. He took out another piece of gum and offered it to you, “Want one?”

“No, I don’t want your damn gum! Matter of fact, I don’t want anything from you. You can get the fuck out,” You stood up from your chair, making your way towards the door to escort him out.

He gently caught your arm before you got too far away, standing up himself and pulling you towards him.

The proximity between the two of you was close enough to feel his breath ghosting across your face.

Jimin’s voice was little above a whisper, tongue darting out to lick his lips before he spoke. “You can kick me out, but my business isn’t the one on the verge of collapse, doll. It may be a secret to everyone else, but I know you need this deal. I called myself doing you a favor, and you seem pretty ungrateful, hmm?”

Your breath hitched, as if the wind had been knocked out of you and you were struggling to come back down to earth. “I don’t need your charity,” you squeaked.

He provocatively tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a jolt of electricity you were fighting against because of the gesture.

“My charity, no, but the money you’ll get from my involvement, you do need that. Deny it all you want,” He said as he pulled away from you, flicking his suit jacket and smirking. “Your choice to drown or not.”

He walked away from you, heading towards the door to let himself out. He placed his hand on the hardware, fully ready to pull and rid himself of you if you declined his offer.

But to both your surprise, you gave in. Again.

“Wait,” You called out to him in a shaky, almost panicked voice, one that you hated to let anyone else hear. You felt too vulnerable, too fragile in this state, but if you wanted to be successful, sometimes you had to face things you didn’t like; even when said thing was the reason you questioned your self worth in the first place.

You turned around to face him, breath heavy and eyes downcast in shame that you needed him, needed the opportunity or everything you’d worked for could crash and burn in a matter of months.

You stood there frozen in place, fiddling with your thumbs and suddenly feeling powerless. He didn’t smile when he saw your unsteady hands. He didn't have an egotistical expression for once, and somehow that made you feel even worse. You didn’t want to be looked at with pity or seen as a failure, and that’s all that you radiated. And it was worse that Jimin could see it, too. “Will you stay?”

Jimin almost flinched at your small voice, something he didn’t experience often, and his gaze softened while directed at the ground. You were strong and he knew that, but your question threw him off, and upon seeing how what he said affected you, he questioned if he’d gone too far. He cleared his throat and his voice sounded strained,“ I’ll let Minji know to come back. I’ll stay.”

But he couldn’t look at you like this.

Not when it was because of him. Again.

“I believe that’s all we have to discuss; is that correct, Boss?” Naiya eyed you for approval, Jin having already gone over the contract with everyone in the room. All parties were in agreement of the $2million dollar arrangement for a contract of six months. It made sense, as much as you hated it—Jimin being onboard was bound to bring in tons of revenue and you’d be able to stay afloat, as expensive as your products were to make and maintain. He was doing you a favor and although you appreciated that your biggest problem was sorted out, you weren’t looking forward to the fact that there was almost certainly a catch. Why else would he come all this way, after leaving a bad taste in your mouth and not seeing you in years?

“That should be all,” You smiled, but it didn’t meet your eyes.

“Perfect!” Minji exclaimed, excited to be apart of the deal that occurred. She stood abruptly, eager to shake your hand and congratulate you and Jimin. “Congratulations and thank you for the opportunity,”

“Of course,” the upward turn of your lips was genuine this time, having been in the same position as her not that long ago.

Everyone stood and began to file out of the board room as the evening came to an end, but you noticed that Jimin was slower to wrap up the meeting. He dragged, as if he had more to say to you, as if he didn’t want to leave. And your heart couldn’t take that. Not again.

He buttoned his suit jacket before grabbing his folder filled with a copy of the contract and legal paperwork off of the table. He turned to see if everyone else left and you glanced at the doorway, seeing his assistant waiting patiently, as if adorning his features, eyes widening when she noticed he caught her staring.

He smirked but you knew it was an arrogant one, one that someone like her didn’t deserve. She deserved a heartfelt smile, a gentle gesture. You could tell she was sweet and by the way she lovingly took in his features, you knew there were feelings there. It almost didn’t hurt—you wanted to root for her. You wanted to coach him on how to finally treat someone right, show him that it was the same way that he should’ve treated you. But that time was gone now and while you recognized she harbored feelings, a pang of jealousy hit the pit of your stomach, twisting it in an uncomfortable knot. So, you stared — it was a distracted, almost blank gaze, but your eyes always did say more about what you were feeling than you did. Anyone from afar could tell that your gaze held a mix of emotion, from heartbreak and dejection to longing for what could’ve been and regret at the decisions you’ve made.

And you’d said to yourself a long time ago that you’d do the best you could at leaving the past in the past, but now it was coming back to haunt you in more ways than one.

He spoke to her in a passive voice, “There should be a car waiting for you outside of the lobby. I’ll meet you at the restaurant,”

She nodded, smiling glumly, and you could see the subtle hurt in her eyes. And then she glanced at you before disappearing from view, and it all made sense.

She fell too, didn’t she?

Your eyes were cast downward as you wiped your hands on your slacks, a lump forming in your throat that was hard to swallow.

You grabbed your things and planned to make a beeline out the door, planned to not spare Jimin another glance, but he was too quick. He knew you too well, and not well enough all at the same time.

“Wait,” he breathed, slightly unsteadily, almost as if he was surprised that you were moving so fast.

“For what, Jimin?” You turned to face him, eyes narrowed as they locked with his brown ones. “What could I possibly be waiting for? Because it’s not for you,”

“I thought we might’ve had more to talk about here, honestly,” his hand came up to run through his hair, something he usually did when nervous. But then again, he did that when experiencing every emotion possible, from what you remember.

“We could’ve had more to talk about 2 years ago, but you made it clear that we didn’t. Now there’s nothing for us except both of our ends of the deal.”

He chuckled dryly, licking his lips before responding. “It’s like that? After all this time?”

“You made it like that,” You said venomously through gritted teeth, getting dangerously close to him. You could smell his woodsy cologne, the same scent that you had to drive out of your mind, hoping to never smell it again because of what it’d remind you of. You took a few steps away from him, turning your back to him once again. “You made your bed, Jimin. And I can’t help you lay in it.”

“It doesn’t have to be like this,” he said, just above a whisper. You could hear the clench in his jaw, the anger that was only the tip of the iceberg.

And so you walked, not looking back, only stopping once to leave your mark and nothing more. “Piece of advice, Park: actions have consequences, and genuine favors don’t have hidden intentions. Don’t fuck up with her, too.”

You walked into the door of your condo, exhaustedly closing the door and dropping your keys on the marble countertop. Your small hands rested on the stone as your head hung low, the events of the day weighing heavily on you.

You shoulders began to shake as the mental load consumed you. The beginning of your tears stung, your lip quivering as the rain poured from your eyes.

You slid to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest. You sobbed harshly, occasionally gritting your teeth when the pain felt overwhelming.

You hadn’t let this out in a long, long time. You felt safe enough, protected enough from that hurt you felt those years ago. You were certain your paths wouldn’t cross again since he went back to being on the other side of the world, but here you were, falling apart and breaking to pieces after looking into those eyes once again.

It winded you, seeing the way she looked at him. You thought it would’ve been you, running away into the sunset and basking in a love-filled haze where it would just be you two in the world. But you were wrong. So wrong, in fact, that even Jimin’s name left a bitter taste in your mouth. Something once so familiar left a broken heart-shaped bruise that you weren’t sure how to heal.

And in your absence of clarity and surety, you made the decision of reaching out to the person who made you get butterflies in your tummy instead of hornets stinging your insides.

you [7:37pm]: come over?

You waited about fifteen minutes, not knowing if he would respond. It was almost agonizing; the potential rendezvous wasn’t planned, after all. You couldn’t expect him to come running, not when you haven’t even been knowing each other that long, could you?

But then your phone made a familiar sound, and little bubbles formed in your stomach from excitement and anxiety, not knowing what the response would be from the other end of the line.

You picked up your phone slowly, wiping away a few tears so you could read the message clearly.

jungkook [7:52pm]: already ahead of you

You heard the buzz coming from the intercom seconds later, hurriedly standing up to answer it. You were afraid of how you would look to him, not having enough time to even change out of your work attire, having just sobbed your heart out — but as you answered the door, the look in Jungkook’s eyes told you that you didn’t need to be concerned with that. You were more than looks to him.

He set everything down on the floor — you took note of a bouquet of flowers, and a plastic Walgreens bag filled with things — and he cupped your face in his hands, staring at you with the gentlest of gazes. He could tell you were beyond hurt right now, that your heart was aching, and he didn’t bother to ask why — only what it was that you needed.

“How can I help?” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and gently caressed your cheek, wiping it free of the stray tear that was rolling down.

His question was so simple, so genuine in nature that it made you tear up more, almost to the point of not being able to answer him.

“Just make me forget,” you whispered, eyes darting across his face, taking in his furrowed brows, his worried eyes, teeth toying with his lip ring.

And so he wrapped your arms around his neck and pat the back of your thigh to signal you to jump, catching you before shutting the door with his foot.

He walked you both to your bedroom, your head resting on his shoulder as he carried you like you were a fragile piece of glass he didn’t want to risk breaking.

He delicately laid you down, once again tucking that same strand behind your ear after it fell out of place.

You felt safe as he hovered over you, his eyes gingerly taking in your features, appreciating you and tugging on your heart strings all the while.

“I’m here,” he whispered before his lips met yours in a soft attempt to comfort you and drown all of your negative thoughts.

But then that other pair of eyes popped into your mind, a harsh reminder of a painful reality; you clenched on Jungkook’s shirt in response, kissing him harder, trying to push away the thoughts of the man who broke you, that you never seemed to fully get over.

And you repeated the action until you needed to gasp for air, breathing heavily as the lines blurred and the tears of trying to forget started to come. And he held you through it, kissing you all the while.

I’m not yours anymore.

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Elevate Your Wedding Day with a Mercedes Car Hire

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Lace

Pairing: bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader (not Stucky)

Summary: Bucky is on Santa’s naughty list, but you make sure he gets his Christmas gift anyways.

Warnings: smut, explicit language, lovesick/insecure/creepy!Bucky, exhibitionism, voyeurism, vaginal sex, oral sex, creampie, reader is a meanie in this one, but Bucky is a perv to be fair. Bucky wearing panties.

A/N: I was inspired by @mypoisonedvine sinful bodyguard au, so here we go. Written for the Happy Hoelidays Challenge hosted by @navybrat817 @stargazingfangirl18 and @donutloverxo . I chose the prompt “Well, well, well looks like you’re my gift…and now I get to unwrap you.” I hope you guys like this!

Bucky didn’t hate being a bodyguard, in fact he liked it.

He’d had to endure his fair share of trust fund brats, spoiled ladies with wandering eyes and even more wandering hands, and filthy rich men with anger issues, but it had all ultimately led to you, and you were all that mattered.

Bucky liked his job. He really did. What he hated, though, was taking you home after an event, as most times it meant that you weren’t alone, and some rich hunk with an Invisalign smile he couldn’t afford would be attached to you like a leech.

He hated those men, hated the way they touched you like he so desperately wanted but couldn’t, but most importantly, he hated how you enjoyed it.

Steve Rogers, tonight’s man, was Hollywood’s heartthrob of the moment, and Bucky could see why you’d chosen him at the Christmas party you’d attended.

Tall, broad shoulders, long slicked back hair, thich brown beard and puppy eyes,

He’d had his lips on yours during the ride, his hands shamelessly hiking up your cocktail dress, past your crimson panties -that Bucky totally hadn’t taken a peak at while you were getting ready-, until he’d heard your breath hitch, and some broken moans escape your lips, and he’d known that Steve had dipped his filthy hands inside your cunt. And that had enraged him as much as it had aroused him.

Then the driver had turned the volume of the radio all the way up with a disgusted sneer, and Bucky had gotten back to sulking in the passenger seat while another man made you his for the night.

The elevator’s doors slided open with a ding, and Bucky trudged to the front door of your penthouse, ready for a restless night of listening to your screams and Steve’s groans through the thin walls of your bedroom like it’d had happened countless times before.

Steve grabbed a handful of your ass, and you yelped, giggling as you shed his velvet jacket and threw it on the couch. He hoisted you up on the counter of your open space, settling himself between your legs, and when enough bile had risen in his throat to make him sick, Bucky turned around, cock already achingly hard in his pants, mood soured.

He’d need to take care of that on his own, imagining your manicured hands instead of his calloused, rough ones. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine you crying out for him, crying out his name instead of Steve’s.

He made his way through your living room, dragging his feet with heavy steps.

He was a stupid, hopeless man, with a stupid, creepy crush on his employer, and absolutely no chance to- “Going to bed already?”

Your voice surprised him, startling out of his gloomy thoughts, and he whirled around, finding you still propped on the counter, the shameless tick still stuck to your side.

You’d normally yell at him to get lost while you fucked whatever man you wanted, so he found it odd that you’d spoken to him in something other than contempt.

The imagine of your hands on Steve’s face were enough to make him want to lash out at you, yell at you to go to Hell where many of your employees whispered you’d crawled up from, but he knew he couldn’t. He could never be mad at you. And even if he couldn’t have you, being in your life as your bodyguard was better than not being in your life at all.

So he sucked it up, and gave you what he hoped was a convincing smile. “‘S been a long night.”

You hummed, eyes still boring in his while Steve’s huge hands travelled up your thighs, disappearing under your dress. He busied himself with your neck, suckling the skin between his teeth, sucking bruises from the slope of your shoulder to your pulse point.

“Why don’t you stay, hm?” you moaned, gaze unwavering, tilting your head to give him better access.

Bucky wondered how Steve could be so unaffected by your words, when he was combusting on the spot, throat dry and eyes wide. He reasoned that he must have heard wrong, or that you were playing some cruel prank on him.

His crush was probably not as subtle as he’d liked, and you weren’t as oblivious as he wished.

You giggled when he gaped at you like a fish, and Steve turned his head just enough to smirk at him, en evil glint in his eyes, before he dove back in the crook of your neck, descending further to the swell of your breasts.

He was sure that he’d blushed a deep shade of crimson, deeper than the one of your panties. He’d heard you moan wantonly, heard the sweet sounds you made when a man pleasured you, memorized your whimpers and pleads when you begged them to fuck you harder, faster, deeper.

He wasn’t proud of it, but he’d watched the sex scenes in your movie until he’d etched every curve and line of your body in the back of his mind, and he was even less proud of the fact that he’d kept things he shouldn’t have kept, and had jerked off to them countless times.

Bucky fought the urge to follow his tongue as it traced the outline of your tits, pushed up by a matching bra -the one that he had also totally not taken a peak at-, and cleared his throat.

“I’ll leave you two to it, ma’am. Have a good night.”

“Wait,” you whined, pushing Steve away and jumping down the counter with a huff.

The pout on your lips was his weakness, and you knew it. You grabbed your himbo by the collar of his suit, and dragged him to your bedroom, beckoning Bucky to follow you.

His legs led him behind you as you opened the door and pushed Steve down on the bed.

He was bewildered, and alarmed, but he as usual, he did nothing but obey.

“I want you to stay, and watch,” you declared, straddling Steve’s lap.

Bucky’s eyes almost bulged out of his head, and he sputtered for an adequate response, coming up empty.

“What-?” he stammered, confused and a little hurt.

He looked at Steve for something, anything, but found him busy pushing down your dress, your tits spilling out of the fabric.

He gulped, unable to tear his gaze away.

“Nothing you haven’t seen already, right?”

You chuckled then, and turned around to face him while you ground your ass on Steve’s lap.

“What is it, Bucky baby?” you asked, quirking a brow, “You think I haven’t seen the way you look at me?”

All rational thoughts flew out the window the moment you spread your legs, hooked your fingers around the band of your panties and pushed them down your thighs.

The feeble fabric bunched around your heels, and with a twist of your foot, you sent it flying over to Bucky. It hit him in the chest, and he grasped it in his palm before it fell to the ground.

Your glistening heat was in full display, slick gathered around your entrance, swollen clit, and his mouth watered at the sight. He wanted so desperately to crawl over to you and dip his head between your legs, worshipping your body like you deserved.

“You think I don’t know?”

“Know what?” he whimpered, eyes travelling upwards, hypnotized on Steve’s tongue as it swirled around one of your nipples, the bud stiffening right between his lips.

“That you lay all alone in your bed, everynight, and think about me. That you wish it was my hand around your cock when you stroke yourself, and-God, baby-, thinking about fucking me, fuck-” you moaned, fisting a handful of Steve’s golden hair when his teeth grazed your sentitive peaks, “That you want to be buried deep inside my cunt and fill me up with your cum?”

He stood there, mouth agape, getting hardered with every world you breathed out.

“You think I don’t know you sneak in my room, like a little creep? Think I really believe that it’s the dryer eating up my panties?”

His head was empty in that moment, bile rising in his chest as Steve’s eyes fixed on his, derision written all over his face.

He wanted the ground to swallow him whole, and to disappear forever, to never have to face the humiliation of being confronted for his disturbing behavior again.

He’d never felt so low in his life before.

“What do you do with my panties, baby boy? Do you sniff them like a pervert? Do you jerk off thinking about me and then cum in them, pretending that it’s my pussy instead?”

You stood up from Steve's lap, taking slow, calculated steps towards him. When your hand grazed his aching cock through his slacks, a pathetic cry left his lips.

“Or maybe you like to wear them, hm? You like wearing my panties, Bucky? Like how lace looks around your fat cock?”

He averted his eyes to the carpeted floors, and you snickered, squeezing his balls tighter in your grip.

“I knew it.”

You didn’t sound angry, just very amused.

He didn’t know why or how you’d known these things, what he knew was that the guilt that had been gnawing his heart for months was finally bubbling up in his chest.

He realized it was wrong, pleasuring himself to your things without your consent, but at the time he’d been so desperate to imagine himself with you, feel closer to you, that he hadn’t cared for the morality of it all.

Sobs shook his chest and tears streamed down his face as apologies spilled out of his lips. Your hands caressed his stubbled cheeks, a soft smile on your lips.

“I like seeing you cry, pretty boy. Maybe I should do it more often,” you mused, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of his mouth.

His crying ceased when he felt your tongue lick the trail of tears from his lips to the corner of his eye, your hands fisting his button down shirt. He didn’t move, didn’t even breath or blink, afraid you’d disappear before his eyes.

“Since you like watching so much,” you spoke in his ear, your breath sending tingles down his spine, “then I’ll let you watch.”

He stood frozen on the spot, looking over at your companion, who merely shrugged, undoing his belt, unfazed by the turn of events.

“You’ve been naughty, so naughty this year,” you taunted him, “but it’s just your luck that I’m more generous and forgiving than Santa himself. Consider this a Christmas gift, hm? Merry Christmas, Bucky baby,” you cheered, a million dollar smile on your face, “now strip.”

The command was spoken with such authority, so unlike your honeyed voice, that he was sure he’d get whiplash before the night ended.

He shed his clothes quickly, knowing that you didn’t like to wait, only hesitating a little before getting rid of his shirt.

You took a moment to scan his features, eyes scrutinizing all his flaws, tracing the marred skin around his prosthetic, the scars on his chest, abdomen, the flared one that ran from his armpit to the side of his face.

He wasn’t the prettiest to look at, he didn’t have flawless skin like Steve, but he hoped you liked what you saw.

You hummed, and he followed your tongue as it darted out to wet your lips.

“The boxers need to go, puppy.”

He casted a shy glance at you, and then at Steve, and hooked his fingers around the waistband of his briefs, letting them drop to the carpet around his feet.

He felt vulnerable under your heated gaze, and the blush that graced his cheeks expanded to his neck, down to his chest. He rocked back and forth on his heels, his throbbing cock bobbing with the motion.

“Who knew you were packing all this,” you purred, taking a step forward.

You raised a hand, sharp nails grazing his pecs, the coarse hair that trailed his abs, until you grasped his cock.

He’d imagined countless times your palm on his velvety skin, your wrist twisting around him, but none of his fantasies came even remotely close to the real thing.

He closed his eyes with a sigh, and let you work him in your fist, your other hand caressing the side of his face. He felt like he could come just like that, until you stopped abruptly.

“Wear my panties,” you commanded, voice almost bored, taking a step back.

“W-what? I- I can’t, I’m-”

“You’ve done it before, haven’t you? I wanna see it.”

He hesitated a moment, biting his lips. He could refuse… but he really liked wearing your underwear, and he really liked making you happy, keeping you satisfied.

He bent over, grabbing your panties from the pile of clothes on the floor, and slowly slid them up his thick legs.

The lace dug in his flesh, and his cock sat upright against his pubic bone, a wet patch of pre cum already seeping through the crimson mesh.

He felt pretty in your panties, and he didn’t feel pretty often. He was happy, as happy as he could be in the moment, when he didn’t find disgust on your face, or ridicule on Steve’s.

“They look better on you, baby boy. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you wear them wherever you want, hm?”

Again, you didn’t sound mad, so Bucky nodded meekly, and followed your instructions to sit down on the chair next to your bed, and keep his eyes wide open.

“You can touch yourself, but if you cum before we’re done, you’re getting punished. And you don’t want to know what that entails,” you added behind your shoulder, crawling on the bed.

Steve perked up, gently clutching your forearms and bringing you down to him.

His eyes darted briefly from yours to your lips, and he crashed his mouth against yours, pulling you in a breathtaking kiss, all tongue and clattering teeth.

You pulled back to catch your breath as Steve ogled you.

“Well, well, well looks like you’re my gift…and now I get to unwrap you,” Steve murmured against your skin, dragging you down between his thick thighs.

He tore your dress down the front, and shred your lingerie to pieces with a brute force that Bucky didn’t imagine he possessed, leaving you in your high heels.

You always looked beautiful, but under the soft lights of your room, slightly out of breath, you seemed ethereal. Steve’s lips were everywhere on your body, tongue licking stripes from your stomach to your tits, his touch bruising on your skin as he kneaded your flesh between his hands. You hissed when bit down on your neck, and pushed him down against the headboard, crawling over to him.

Bucky had the perfect visual of your ass up in the air, your tits swinging, and your face slowly lowering down. He rubbed his hand over your panties, bucking his hips a little so soothe some of the ache in his throbbing cock.

He almost gasped when you tugged down on Steve’s boxers, and his cock sprung out against his abs. He was big, certainly bigger than him, and so thick that your hand couldn’t wrap around him.

You threw Bucky a mischievous wink, and flattened your tongue, licking a stripe from Steve’s balls to his tip. You were good, he realized, teasing him with slow, kitten licks, swirling your tongue around his sensitive slit, peppering kisses over his shaft.

Steve was breathless, a thin coat of sweat covering his shredded muscles, and he threw his head back when you took him in your mouth, painted lips closing around him.

Bucky wished it was his cock you were sucking, but overall couldn’t complain about the show.

You lowered your head, swallowing Steve’s cock slowly but surely, stretching your jaw as much as possible. You began bobbing up and down then, one hand twisting his velvety skin where your mouth couldn’t reach, the other fondling with his balls.

Bucky felt like he could burst at any moment, but he willed his pleasure back, eager for your approval when he’d show you he hadn’t disobeyed you. The more you hollowed out your cheeks around Steve’s cock, the more he felt the need to be your good, obedient boy.

Steve grunted, a string of curses leaving his lips when your teeth grazed his sensitive head, and held you down, pressing a hand against the back of your head. He began bucking his hips upwards, fucking your mouth with a brutal pace.

“So fuckin’ good, baby, fuck-, suck my cock, -yes, that’s good, like the little slut you are.”

You gagged, sputtered and choked around his cock, saliva dribbling down your chin, tears streaming down your face, eyes boring into Steve’s.

Bucky squeezed the base of his cock tightly, wishing he was the one fucking your face right now.

A strangled gasp escaped you when Steve pulled your head up by your hair, a string of saliva dripping from your lips to his cock.

“You’re too good at this, sweetheart, but I don't want it to be over so soon,” he snarled, voice raspy.

He tossed you sideways, and you spread your legs. From where he sat, Bucky had the perfect visual of your slick cunt.

Steve pumped his cock a few times, and lined himself up with your entrance. He dragged the tip through your folds, coating himself in your juices before slamming inside you.

Your pussy twitched around him, and Bucky observed completely enraptured how your tight walls gripped his cock as he thrusted inside you, slowly at first.

“Fuck, Steve, you’re so fuckin’ big, God, yes, yes, move,” you shrieked, nails digging in Steve’s back.

He gave it to you like you wanted, hips snapping at a punishing pace, and soon the room was filled with the lewd squelching sounds of your dripping cunt and the slapping ones of Steve’s balls against your ass.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ tight, baby, I can feel you squeezing my cock,” he growled, hoisting your leg over the crook of his arm, thrusting deeper into you, “Can you be good for me? A good little cockdrunk whore, hm? Cum on my cock, baby, I know you can do this.”

Bucky squirmed on his chair, pressing down on his balls, feeling the coil in his lower belly tighten. He almost came when you did, but willed himself back. He’d have to be good for you.

“Shit, I’m coming, yes, fuck, fuck-” you screeched, toes curling and muscles going rigid as waves of pleasure shook through you.

Steve gave you no time to come down from your high, manhandling you on all fours, ass up in the air, and slamming himself inside you again.

Your eyes met Bucky’s, and he lost himself in the raw, deep passion he found there. Makeup streamed down your cheeks, your lipstick smudged all over your chin and nose.

You looked like the embodiment of sin, with your swollen lips in the shape on an ‘o’ and glazed eyes.

“You like this, hm? Like when I fuck you like a whore?” Steve growled, pounding into you like a man possessed, “Like my big fuckin’ cock inside you?”

You mewled, fisting the sheets of your bed, shrieking when he pulled you up by your hair, flush against his chest. He kept fucking into you, one hand clutching your cunt, fingers teasing your clit.

Bucky’s balls felt tight, and he was so hard it hurt, as he watched Steve hammer into you, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your abused pussy, until he’d lost count of how many he’d given you, and you were barely coherent, saliva dribbling down your chin, mumbling incoherent, broken prayers.

He’d fucked you stupid, unable to speak or do anything, really, other than letting him rut inside you.

After what felt like hours, Steve’s hips stuttered, and he stilled with an animalistic grunt, emptying himself inside you. He collapsed to your side, catching his breath.

When you set back on your elbows, spreading your legs, both men watched in fascination as his cum seeped out of your swollen cunt, pooling on the silky fabric of your sheets.

“C’mon, pretty boy, your turn now,” Steve panted, beckoning him over.

Bucky hesitated before getting up from his chair, ready to burst at the seams at any minute, and crawled over to you, settling between your legs.

“Lick her clean,” Steve commanded, and he obeyed with no second though, dipping his tongue between your folds.

Your tangy taste mixed with Steve’s slightly salty cum, but Bucky didn’t care, intent on sucking your dry. He lapped at your cunt, tongue working your sensitive bud, latching onto it and suckling it between his lips.

“More,” you pleaded, fisting his locks in your hands, grinding your hips on his face.

He dipped two fingers inside you, then, pumping them in and out your pussy, enjoying the feel of your walls twitching and fluttering around them.

He doubled his efforts, crooking his palm and jerking his hand inside you while swiping his face through your folds, rutting his hips against the mattress to relieve the ache in his cock.

“God, yes, so good, please-,” you blabbered, voice getting more high pitched the closer you got to the edge.

Finally, you came with a moan, clamping down on his fingers and gushing all over his face, coating his beard and mouth in your release. He came too, without realizing it, filling your lace panties in his cum like he’d done a million times before.

You stayed like that, you sprawled on the bed, Steve leaning against the headboard and Bucky slumped against your bed for what felt like hours, until you’d all caught your breath.

You turned your head to the side, reaching for his face, cradling him in your palm. He nuzzled your hand, pressing a lingering kiss to your wrist.

“You’ve done so well, baby boy,” you slurred, “I hope you liked your Christmas gift.”

He nodded, feeling his eyelids grow heavy, wanting nothing more than hold you in his arms, and being held by you.

“Hm, now get the Hell out of ‘ere,” you mumbled, “you both do. I need my sleep.”

With that, you rolled over, pulling the sheets over your naked body, leaving a dumbfounded Bucky and an amused Steve.

“Well, Merry Christmas, pal,” Steve chuckled, patting on his shoulder as he brushed past him, clothes in hand.

Bucky stayed frozen until he heard the front door shut, and tiptoed his way out, trying to wrap his head around the last few hours.

A Merry fuckin’ Christmas indeed, but Bucky wasn’t complaining.

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Champagne 2 🥂

Pairing: Dark!Steve x Reader

Word Count: 2098

Warnings: angst, DUB-CON/NON-CON (eventual), smut (eventual) NSFW (eventual), violence (eventual), kidnapping (eventual)

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On your first day, under the Stark Industries employment contract, you ended up being late. What a great way to make a first impression, you thought. The bus commute was unusually crowded because some subway lines were down throughout the city. That wasn’t unusual but it had never made you late before. Having never been late to work a day in your life, you were nervous you’d get in trouble.

Fortunately for you, Phil was kind enough about the mistake over the phone. He just told you that you’d miss the tour of the facilities. He assured you not to worry, they’d have someone give you a quick tour after your check in with the HR department. Apparently the tour was mandatory due to some safety and security features in the building.

You had almost forgotten how extensive the security was at Stark Industries when you had come for the pitch. There were metal detectors and guards with large german shepherds, which you presumed to be some type of working dog. You even had to have your bags searched before you were granted access to the building.

Once you went through security you made your way to the elevator to head to the human resources floor. As you stepped up to the elevator and instantly saw a familiar face. Steve Rogers.

Your breath hitched upon seeing him casually leaned against the back wall of the elevator. His strong muscles clearly defined, in the button up shirt he was wearing. His stature was even more intimidating than you remembered. The super serum made him more than just strong, he looked absolutely massive. A stark comparison to your smaller frame.

You centered yourself as you entered the enclosed space and tried to keep your distance. Watching your feet, you tried not to make the mistake of tripping in your heels. You didn’t want to draw his attention to you, not like how you had when you tripped in the pitch meeting.

You were unsure why you felt so nervous around the first avenger. Perhaps your nerves made sense during your initial meeting as his eyes were on you then. Your nerves weren’t justified this time. He hadn’t even given you a glance, too entranced with the file full of papers he held in his hand.

All too quickly, the elevator began to fill with more people causing the distance you had purposefully placed between the Captain and you to dissipate. As more people entered the elevator you were forced to shift closer and closer to the large man that had you on edge.

Once the elevator was packed to the brim, oddly resembling what you’d imagine a can of sardines looked like, you were far too close to the super soldier. All of a sudden you felt claustrophobic. With Steve behind you, the wall to your right, and people surrounding your front and left side, you felt incredibly small.

The elevator doors closed and you felt an ounce of relief. At least no more people were going to cram into the already overstuffed elevator. The elevator started gliding upward toward it’s first destination and you sighed, the HR department was on the 6th floor. You hoped some of these people would get off on the next few floors. You did not enjoy being so crammed together.

As you approached the 1st floor you were disappointed when no one got off. Your disappointment slowly melted away and turned into something else as you smelt the musky cologne of the man behind you as he shifted his stance. His scent slowly drifted closer until you could sense his presence right behind you.

You froze. Completely stunned as you felt him draw closer to you. He didn’t stop his slight shifting and movement until his front was barely pressed up against your backside. He was so close that you could feel the heat radiating off of him.

The heat of his breath lingered on the back of your neck causing you to shudder involuntarily. Time stood still, you couldn’t focus on anything else. As his nose ghosted across the nape of your neck, you choked on the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

You tried to lean forward to remove yourself from his engulfing presence, but for every millimeter you shifted forward he seemed to follow. Your meager attempts to shift away from him seemed to do nothing. You had nowhere to go.

The ding of the elevator snapped you out of your trance. The little number displayed at the top of the doors said 5 but you couldn’t bear to stay in there another minute. You would take the stairs the rest of the way.

You pushed through what remained of the crowd of people, eager to have personal space once more. Finding the stairway, you started the trek up the steps. Each step you took had you contemplating the events that just took place. The more you thought about it, the less it made sense.

What transpired in the elevator made you question your sanity. You must have imagined the warm feel of his breath against your neck. Captain America had been a bit too close to you, but the elevator was packed. Everyone was too close to each other. Yet, you couldn’t shake the feeling that his closeness was somehow deliberate.

You reached the 6th floor and walked down the hallway until you reached the front desk of the HR department. After announcing your name to the receptionist, she seemed to understand why you were there, having been informed by someone that you’d be arriving late.

“I’m sorry dear. All HR personnel just got called into a mandatory meeting with the higher ups.” She chirped at you.

“Will I have to wait long?” you asked.

You were already late and didn’t want to leave your boss without his assistant for half of the day. You couldn’t lose this job, not when you fought tooth and nail to get it.

“I’m not sure. I can get you started on some of the paperwork but you have to go through the official tour to go over security details before you can start.” She sympathetically told you. You sighed in defeat before grabbing the paperwork she offered you.

After a while, you heard boisterous laughter and chatter down the hallway as you sat by the entrance of the office and waited. Eventually the noise stopped as footsteps made their way toward you. You didn’t bother looking up, too tired of waiting to care.

“How are you doing today, Lin?” the man asked as he popped his head in the door beside you.

“Ehhh Mondays.” The HR receptionist teased back. Your eyes slowly slid up the figure beside you as you realized the man was wearing the same outfit as Steve in the elevator.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in Marketing?” Steve directed at you, his arms crossed over his chest. You weren’t sure if he was being condescending or not, but the way his cool blue eyes stared down at you sure made you feel like he was.

“Uh.. yeah. I got caught up on the bus this morning and now I’m waiting for someone to give me a tour.” You stumbled a bit through your words, your nerves again getting the best of you.

Back in school, you had learned about the first avenger. You had always loved history and learning about Captain America was no different. Reading about Steve Rogers’ life was an interesting chapter in your history book. How he overcame hardships had always been inspiring to you. Especially since you had grown up in less than desirable circumstances.

The Avenger was also commonly featured in the media. Like all of the Avengers, Captain America was shown saving the world countless times. Perhaps all of your nerves were simply because he was famous, a hero.

That was a logical explanation for your discomfort around him. You had never met anyone famous before, you tried to justify the way your stomach turned whenever you were close to him. You were just nervous.

He glanced down at his watch before directing his eyes back down at you.

“I have some time. I’m more than willing to give you a tour…” He slowed the end of his statement in search of your name.

As your eyes scanned his face, you had a feeling he already knew your name, but wanted you to give it to him. You mumbled your name to him, the same unease falling over you.

“Well, Y/N, What do you say?” He asked.

“I don’t want to be a bother. I’m sure Captain America has much more important things to do than give me a tour of the facilities.” You rationalized.

You hated the way your voice sounded so weak speaking to him. What you said was true, but you also felt unsure of being around him, especially after the elevator incident. If you could even call it an incident. You were still trying to wrap your head around whether you had imagined the whole thing.

“Please, Call me Steve.” He insisted.

“Steve.” You tasted the name on your tongue, a slight shiver coming over you as you saw the way his face changed when you said it. You weren’t sure what flickered across his face but the pit in your stomach only grew.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let me show you around.” He chuckled, outstretching his hand toward you. The use of the nickname had the hairs on the back of your neck prick up.

You were so confused. His smile seemed genuine but your gut had you reeling every time you were around him. You had to get over whatever was causing your nerves. You were working in the same building as this man, you’d have to be around him occasionally.

With a sigh you took his hand and let him help you from your seat. His eyes beamed with what looked like pride and another emotion you couldn’t quite place as your hand touched his. Your soft hand felt small in comparison to his large calloused one.

He casually walked you through the hallways and offices, telling you about anything or anyone of importance. He pointed out all the security features that you had to be aware of, even showing you how to swipe your access card.

He would make the occasional joke and you’d laugh at his corny and playful humor. Only a few times did he ever make physical contact, his hand on the small of your back to lead you one way or another. Occasionally his hand would fall on your arm as he told a joke, but it didn’t bother you. It was casual and didn’t feel forced.

It felt like the heavy fog of dread had been lifted. Despite the overall discomfort you had with your previous interactions with Steve, this one was quite pleasant. Dare you say, amiable. You still tensed a bit when he would touch you, but there didn’t seem to be any malice or ill-intent in his contact. You just chalked it up to not being used to physical contact.

He even gave you the VIP tour, showing you the upstairs levels that only the avengers had access to. It seemed the more time you spent on the tour with Steve, the more of your guard you let down.

As the tour came to an end, you felt the tiny bubbles of anxiety and doubt melt away.

He dropped you off on level 8, the marketing department, your new work home for the foreseeable future. Steve wished you a good first day as he left.

As soon as you arrived at your desk, your boss barked his usual coffee order at you, even though you already memorized it. While you made the coffee you got to thinking about the Avenger that had been plaguing your thoughts since you first met him.

With a slight chuckle, you sighed to yourself. It must have just been your nerves and imagination playing tricks on you in the elevator. You had no reason to be afraid of him, he had never actually said or done anything wrong to you. The tiny glances and touches that had your stomach turning, were probably all in your head.

You were just nervous because he was famous, you convinced yourself. He was the man frozen in time. A real life story from your history book. He had saved the world time and time again and asked for nothing in return. He was a hero, after all.

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