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firemenenthusiast · 8 months ago

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Add me in your taglist!!! also more jann fics pls, you do them so good.

I WANT MOREEE (im not greedy i swear)

—“let it grow”

jann mardenborough x fem! reader

summary: nothing left to do when jann finally gets a new haircut except going absolutely feral

content warnings: 18+, smut, porn with plot, fluff, sub! jann, soft jann, whiny whimpery jann, oral fixation, p in v (wrap it bro), f! masturbation (reader putting on a show for jann), cum eating, cumshots, pussy job, slight size kink

a/n: @imjustheretoreadsmuthaha had me promise to write some smut so yall have them to thank also sorry i have to repost 😭

looking at the last couple of years it can be said that there’s a surge in the sport’s popularity. not that it wasn’t ever popular but recently there are newcomers to the car racing fanclub. it attracts new big companies to invest and offer sponsorships to the label making jann busier than ever.

-especially it being almost the starting of a new season and all. sometimes he’s too caught up with work that you cant help but feeling left behind. he’d be out at the most random times of the day sometimes even when you’re getting ready for bed. that’s the norm you have to accept knowing your boyfriend does not have a fixed working schedule. when danny manages to slide them in for a meeting with a new client, he needs to be there. he’s become too busy that he doesn’t even have time to get his hair cut. his adorable undercut has now fully grown to the same length of the rest of his hair.

you dont really mind his grown hair because you get to enjoy watching him getting ready, putting products into his curls. one of the things you find him adorable for is the fact that he takes good care of his hair so eventho its grown, he keeps it neat and healthy. you can sit and watch him for hours on end, especially after he had left for a particularly long period where he doesn’t really have time for all the products. so when he comes home, you both will spend the free time just talking and enjoying each other’s presence while he grooms himself. sometimes you’d even help getting the back of his hair where he couldn’t see or reach. or when he got tired from doing the rest

“but its getting too long babe, i need to keep it short for the balaclava” he defends himself. he’s been complaining about how his hair’s getting into his face when he wears the helmet and how uncomfortable its becoming. you pout at his reasoning, not wanting him to cut his hair. “nooo please keep ittt,, you’ve never let it grow ever. plus you look-“ you trail off from your sentence, turning your head to a different direction. too shy to admit it. he searches into your face, raising his arms. “i look…?” you turn your head even further as he follows, chasing your face. “-hot.” you say under your breath. his cheeks heat up at your words before deciding to tease you

“come again ?”

“no”

he let out a laugh as he pulls you in for a back hug, his large arms squeezing your sides. he rests his head on top of yours, swaying the both of you. “im sorry baby but i need to, okay?” you purse your lips shut, pouting. you keep quiet as you give him a look. “i’ll take that as a yes ?” he quickly give you a kiss before planting a peck on your forehead, reaching for his jacket from the couch. standing beside the doorframe, you watch him as he gets into his porsche. you wave at him, smiling as he drives off, thinking about how he’s probably gonna get a haircut.

his first race of the season is this weekend so you have to leave for the airport tomorrow. as you’re packing his and your stuff into the luggage your hear the front door being unlocked. he’s back. you continue arranging the clothes so they can all fit, subconsciously anticipating for the suprise of seeing his new haircut. you hear him calling for you from downstairs before his voice’s getting nearer. the door to your bedroom swings open to reveal an excited, jumpy jann with a huge smile across his face. “honey, im homeee” he jokes, acting like a husband who just got back from his 9-5 job. this is the jann you’d get called a liar for when telling his team about his behaviour. they dont believe that he actually acts like this around you. but jack does, he knows how jann actually is. you turn to face him as you’re being met with the fresh haircut, making him almost unrecognizable. it reminds you of when you first met him years ago. when he just got into racing, back when he was so shy to people and to you. especially you. if you could comically describe the feeling you’re feeling rn, it is as if your heart just got shot by cupids arrow. awestruck. it’s like having a crush on him for the second time. not like you’re not crushing on him every other day but the haircut makes you want to do things to him. you feel heat creeping across your cheek before rushing to your core.

seeing you quiet and not returning any reaction panics him. every possible scenario of you breaking up with him because of that haircut plays into his mind. “baby..?” he steps closer, slowly walking towards you. “hey look, if you dont like it i can- um, i can wear my durag all the time. you like it when i do, right ?” he offers, him internally panicking shows the most adorable side of him. not in a million years does he want to do anything you dont like. you get up from the floor just as you finish up on packing. “lemme- let me get that,,” he quickly reach for the luggage to help you zip them up. you walk to your bed, footsteps heavy as he follows from behind like a lost puppy. he’s worrying hard that you’re being quiet. as you lay your butt on the soft material he kneels before you, looking up at you with eyes filled with panic and worry. “please say something baby” you look down at him rubbing at your legs before reaching down to cup his face, smoothing over his also newly shaved skin. gosh he looks so cute

you trail your fingers from his cheek to his mouth, feeling his plump lips before pushing your fingers past them. he closes his lips around your fingers, sucking at them as you push down on his tongue. “you’re funny, jann” he blinks, listening attentively before you continue,

“you’re funny if you think you can look like this and expect me to not fuck you”

he shakes his head thinking you’d want him to deny it. your pull your fingers out, strings of saliva attached to it as you wipe it on his cheek. you tsk at him being silent. “do you remember when we first started dating ?” a smile creeps onto his face as the memories slip into his mind. he nods. “-you looked exactly like you do right now.” his smile grows wider. a lot about him has changed but one thing that wont, is how he’s willing to let you fuck him dumb anytime. especially when he deserves it. wasting no time, you lean down to crash your lips onto his as you fingers rake up the fresh undercut he just got. a shiver goes down his spine feeling the tips of your fingers graze the back of his head before they pull at the strands at the top. your noses bump against each other as you suck on his bottom lips hungrily. the haircut’s really making you go feral.

you get up from the bed ushering him to do the same. the kiss got interrupted for a second before you pull him down by his crewneck, making him lean down. he returns your kiss sloppily, spit getting smeared all over your mouths before you pull away to take a breath. his mouth chases yours, not wanting to stop kissing your lips ever if he could. he begins to suck at your tongue as his lips continue lapping at yours like a starved animal. just as you pull away he let out a whine in protest. his eyes droopy, lips shiny as he steps back, obeying your hand on his chest before you push him onto the bed. as soon as he’s settled he’s quick to take off his sweater earning a giggle from you. as his hand move to reach the hem of his sweatpants next you stop him, “ah-ah” while grabbing his hand. he smiles sheepishly as he obeys, settling his hands on his sides instead. you get off the bed to pick up something off the floor hidden by the luggage, holding it carefully to not let jann see what it is. you climb back onto the bed, straddling him before you grind teasingly against his prominent bulge. he lets out a soft moan thinking you’re gonna make him cum soon. you chuckle at his response before grabbing both his hands and bringing them to his back before tying them together with his tie that you just picked off the floor. you didn’t tie it tight but he knows not to break the knot. he’s learned his lesson the hard way. you climb off the bed before taking off all your clothes at the edge of it, making sure he watches.

“my sweet jann, i always miss you dearly when you’re busy” you tell him dramatically. its true tho, you do. he watches your ass bounce closely as you’re walking towards the wardrobe, glancing at him behind your shoulder. you search into the wardrobe before reaching just the thing you need before slipping it through your head. his gt academy t-shirt. the size of the shirt is just enough to slightly cover your bare pussy. you turn to look at him as he throws his head back, cursing under his breath. “fuck- is that..?” he blinks a few times, making sure he’s seeing the right thing

“yes” you confirm, before continuing

“it gets lonely, so this shirt will have to do” you say as you take a deep whiff of the scent on his shirt.

his chest is heaving hard, nervous as to find out what you’re planning on doing

“you wanna know what i do when you’re not there to help me ?” he watches closely as you walk towards the edge of the bed, climbing onto it. you start roaming your hands across your stomach before reaching up, the shirt caught together with your arm as you play with your nipples. starting off slow, you graze your nails across them before groping at your tits, putting on a show for him. you notice his cock twitching in his pants, forming a small dark patch at the tip. his mouth is slightly agape as his eyebrows furrow. “oh- fuck” he throws his head back, barely able to handle seeing you like this.

“its nothing compared to your fingers but-“ you sigh, purposely not finishing the sentence as you start rubbing your clit slowly. you look down, your fingers collecting the wetness as you spread your folds. you inch your knees forward closer to him, to really let him have a good look. “m’so wet for you jann,,” you tease, as he licks his lips, not knowing to look at your face or your hand while you play with your clit. as you start rubbing your fingers through your folds he shuts his eyes closed. he swears he almost came when you start letting out noises, the pretty little noises that could be the death of him.

fucking yourself on your fingers while wearing his shirt infront of him, you let out a moan as you call out his name in a high pitched whine. your fingers move rapidly as you feel your orgasm approaching. “m’so close jann, fuck-“ you manage to let out before the waves come crashing down, your knees growing weak. jann struggles to hold himself back from coming undone in his pants while he forces his hips down from buckling upwards. “please…,,you’re gonna-” he starts to plead before you shut him up by stuffing your fingers that were collecting your cum into his mouth. he hums at the taste, closing his eyes savouring it. you feel his tongue swirl around your fingers before you pull them out. “good boy” more precum seeps out of his hard cock as he feels himself growing harder. you lean in to kiss him, your fingers sprawled across the side of his face. he tries to prop himself up better so he can return your kiss harder but fails. trailing your kisses from his mouth to his neck, you make sure to bite and suck at the skin, gaining moans from him.

reaching behind him to untie the restraint, he looks up at you as soon as his hands are free. his eyes search into yours for permission, “can i-?” you nod at him before saying,

“fuck me jann, fuck me like you miss me”

he wastes no time flipping you over, taking the gt shirt off before pinning you down, earning a yelp from you. its now his turn to kiss at your neck, his kisses sloppy and wet. he’s sucking and biting at the skin that will surely leave marks. his hands roam uncontrollably all over your body, after being deprived of touching you. he wanted to touch you so bad but he patiently waited. he knows if he’s good you’re gonna award him. his patience earlier proved its worth now that he gets to fuck you. your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer as his hand works the hem of his sweatpants. his thick hard cock grazes your pussy before slapping at his lower stomach. you look down at his happy trail below his navel, covered by the size of his length. his hot mouth is now settled on one of your tits, tongue lapping at the nipple before sucking at it. he greedily attempts on putting the whole of your breast into his mouth, covering them all with spit.

“fuck- mhmfh,, fuck” he curses as his hand strokes his throbbing wet cock, getting it ready for your pussy, momentarily pulling away from stuffing his face in between your breasts. he decides to tease you by rubbing his length betwen your folds, spreading your wetness all over it. he grabs his cock before tapping the tip on your clit, grinning at you as he does so. your faces inches away from each other, you could feel his hot breath fanning over your face. he has one elbow propped beside your face, his eyes eyes directly boring into yours. theres a slight glint in them, making you lose yourself in his eyes. he prods his cock at your entrance before bottoming out, earning a high pitched moan from you while he let out a low groan. he rests his head beside yours for a moment before looking at you for green light.

you reach up to kiss him as you nod. he winces at the tight fit of your pussy, the warmth engulfing him, making him lost in the pleasure. your pussy always feels so good for him, always a perfect fit for his thick cock. “ahh- mfhm,, so nice- s’warm”he says as he starts moving, it didn’t take long until he starts properly fucking you. moving his hips rapidly as the sound skin slapping and a mix of you and his moans fill the room. he whines as he feel his tip nudging your wet walls, making squelching sounds. he looks down at his cock splittling your pussy open, “fffuck-!” shaking his head, the view messing with his mind. it’s all so hot to him. as he feel your walls clench around him, his free hand reaches down to rub at your clit, occasionally pressing down to add onto the pressure. your fingers graze across his broad shoulders, your nails slightly digging into his skin earning a whimper from him. his head is resting at the crook of your neck, you can hear the small whimpers escaping his lips every now and then.

his cock buried deep, fucking into your pussy as you can feel his thrusts getting sloppier. he raises his head to start kissing at your tits again, before looking up at you, putting on his pleading eyes.

“what do you need baby ?”

“can i- fuck” he gets interrupted by your walls clenching around him

“can i cum on your tits-? these- these pretty tits,,” he mumbles the last bit of his sentences as he continues lapping at your nipples. throwing your head back, you almost can’t register what he’s saying from the pleasure as you just nod. he’s been so good, he deserves whatever he wants. you let out a dragged out whine as he pulls out, hands stroking his cock rapidly as he aims at your tits. you feel his warm seed landing on your breasts as you watch him shoot thick ropes of his cum onto you, some getting on your stomach. you reach your hand to your chest, collecting some of it before sucking your fingers clean.

he looks down at your body glistening with sweat and his cum, chest heaving trying to catch his breath. he runs his hand on his forehead, just below his new haircut. “fuck” he curses, before leaning down to kiss you, resting his forehead against yours. you let a smile rip on your face, before asking, “you okay ?” he nods, “never better” you let out a small laugh as he joins you

“i should get haircuts more often”

taglist: @june-ebgert @radioloom @fuckshitslover @szapizzapanda @themoonchildwhofell @love-me-pls @imjustheretoreadsmuthaha

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igotlovestruck · 2 years ago

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DRESS | JD14

wherein singer!y/n shocks her fans when she reveals her relationship with a person her fans obviously didn’t expect, f2 driver, jack doohan.

↳ TYPE: ig au

↳ PAIRING: jack doohan x singer!reader (face claim: aespa’s karina)

↳ DETAILS AND WARNINGS: fluff/romance

↳ AUTHOR’S NOTE: some drafts i’ve written/made, just needed to clean up the drafts. there’s more but i’ll edit them first before i post em! enjoy ❤️

this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © newuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.

yourusername

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yourusername last moments with my black hair 🥹 any guesses which color i’m choosing? (it’s my first time dyeing my hair i’m nervous 😓)

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yourbffsig i think you’ll look good without hair :D

yourusername i’m blocking you!! 🫵

yourbffsig KIDDING!! love youu 😌

yourusername love u 🙄

user omg queen!! what if you go blonde 🥺

user i can’t see her going blonde though, it’s a bad idea 😩 purple would look good!

user the day y/n dyes her hair is the day i go insane.

user no because she literally has one of the healthiest hair i’ve ever seen and now she’s planning on dyeing it 😭 what if the hairdresser sabotages her hair and she ends up bald

user GIRL WHY ARE WE TALKING ABOUT THE POSSIBILITY OF HER GOING BALD IM CRYINGF

user maam what if you bleach your hair 😌

user STFU FONT GIVE HER IDEAS IM GONNA BAWL

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jackdoohan happy to come away from the #spanishgp with a p2 and most importantly solid championship points, let’s keep it rolling into monaco next weekend! #f2

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user still can’t believe you cut off your hair 😭 i’m still mourning over it, jack.

user congrats mate! 👏🏻

user 🔥🔥

56 weeks ago

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yn.updates y/n seen today in barcelona with a bleached hair 🎀 sources said she came with her best friend to watch both f1 and f2 races!

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user sometimes i forget her best friend is literally a nepo baby, a fia nepo baby to be exact

user huh what

user yeah lol her dad’s one of the board of directors of fia! she was often seen in the paddock when she was young and i think she’s close with mick as there’re some pictures of them both in and out of the paddock!

user WHATTTTT

user WHERE TF IS THAT GIRL WHO SAID Y/N GOING BLONDE IS NOT A GOOD IDEA

user i apologize 😔

user ok but like whats the reason behind her bleaching her hair 🤨

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yourusername 22 coming your way 😉

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user WHAT.

user OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG Y/N ALBUM!!!!!!

user OOOOO SHE LOOKIN GOOD 👀

user WHAT THE FUCK IS JACK DOOHAN DOING IN HER LIKES !!!!

user it’s so random pls

user 😭 icb it’s a canon event lmfao

user i think it’s because they met(?) each other in barcelona! i think her bff introduced them to each other ��

user why haven’t i heard that y/n went to the gp 😧 i was literally there

user she went there for a music video filming i think, she just went to the race during her break she said it during one of her ig lives hahaha

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[ T I M E S K I P ; A YEAR LATER ]

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yourusername it’s been a little over a year since 22 was released! as you all know, i’ve written my first full album last 2022 and it has a special place in my heart, as the title song tells the story about being young and carefree ❤️ thank you all so much for all the love you’ve given 22 ✨ as a thank you, i’ve released a new song titled DRESS, which is now available to all streaming platforms!

i’d like to express my deepest gratitude to my label, my manager, my friends, my family and last but not least, my muse–the reason behind this piece, jackdoohan 🤍 this is for you, my jacko!! happy anniversary to us, my racer <3

enjoy the surprise song, everyone! sending you all love, xo.

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user y/n??? jack??? what???

user WHY NOW WHEN I’M ALREADY COMFY IN BED!!!

user y/n, when was this???

user im so confused rn

user I AM IN CONFUSION, EXPLAIN, Y/N, EXPLAIN!!!!!

user can jack fight tho 🤨

user NOT ME LOSING Y/N TO JACK DOOHAN 💔💔

user this wasnt on my bingo card this year

yourbffsig congratulations lovie!! happy for you and jack 🥰 thank me yall hahaha happy anniversary and stay in love!! 🤍✨

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mickschumacher loved the song, y/n!! happy for both of you 🤍

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jackdoohan happy anniversary, angel 🤍 i love you and all the songs and poems you’ve written for me 😍

yourusername love you soooo much, jacko 💞

user SONGS?!?!?! THERE’S MORE?!?!?

yourusername will be released soon 🤫

user WHAT THE HECK!!!

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jackdoohan so amazed to see you on stage tonight, beautiful. you looked absolutely stunning and happy doing what you love. congratulations on your first concert, i love you ❤️

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yourusername crying!! you really surprised me when i saw you in the crowd 🥺 i almost didn’t finish the song and was thinking of running straight to you!!

yourusername the flowers are pretty btw!! 😍

jackdoohan just like you ;)

yourusername OH??

mickschumacher there are children on this app.

yourbffsig tell them to go away, let these two be in love!!

user oh idk which one i wanna be...do i wanna be jack or do i wanna be y/n

user he came right after his race yall, and on her concert’s first night. if he wants to, he would.

user damn it, when will i be in love... GOD I SEE WHAT YOU DO TO OTHERS ?! WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN !!

user the hand placement yall :( hand fucking placement!!!!

user jack is SOOOO in love 🥺

user “you looked absolutely stunning and happy doing what you love” haha guess who will sleep on the highway tonight haha

user you 🤝 me

#jack doohan imagine #jack doohan x reader #f2 imagine #f2 x reader #f2 instagram au #formula 2 imagine #formula 2 x reader #formula 2 x you #jack doohan x yn

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mangoposts · 1 year ago

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girl i need to know ur thoughts on alahna. like for me i genuinely miss her sm bro and it makes me so upset that she still wishes they could be friends -but they’ve just like fully ignored the whole thing and have never said a WORD abt it whereas she’s constantly like reposting stuff about old friendships and such that’s def about them. also i always think about how like even IF they became friends again and like we all found out, there would always be like a sense of awkwardness knowing abt the friendship breakup. like obvi it’s happened before with youtubers and stuff where they’ve stopped hanging out but then a couple years later theyre friends again, but i really don’t know if i see that happening, and like she’s a childhood friend as well so it’s a bit different. ALSO it makes me so sad too how they make such an effort with nate and see him all the time, i just don’t get what happened with alahna like that’s my girlll. AND (sorry i keep thinking of more stuff), with the whole unfollowing thing that started it all, that really caught me off guard cos like they have other friends from boston who i bet they dont see that much, but they still have each other on insta, like there’s no need to fully remove them off all their socials ykwim?

also just another thing (IM SORRY😭) in regards to madi, i love her and think she’s so cute, and honestly by no means do i believe she’s replaced alahna cos their friendships were always so different, but for me no matter how close they get with her, it’s just not gonna compare to their childhood friendships, cos it’ll always be through her mom being their manager, so it lowks work related?? STAWP it sounds like i’m hating on her NO I LOVE HER PLS - and i do think their friendship with her is very genuine i’m just saying like the vibes i get are so diff to their boston friends

like in their videos with alahna/nate/chloe etc the friendships are just so real it just like makes me so upset bro idek( obvs it’s cos they grew up tg but yk😭😭)

sorry for this long ass rant ik its sooo not that serious and none of my business at all but like i genuinely mourn their friendship constantly ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

PLEASE.

DONT GET ME STARTED.

I don’t think anybody understand how much i love and adore alahna. No doubt i miss her ass soooooooooooooooooooo bad. I literally talk about it every single day it’s my disgusting roman empire i never stop thinking of her, I’ll die without ever knowing what happened between them. But im sure it was all for a reason, i know it doesn’t look like it makes sense but we weren’t there and we never know what goes down behind the scenes. I don’t think it was anything messy i don’t believe alahna has ever had bad intentions and she never will. But i mean it’s obvious something rough happened if they treat her that differently from the other friends in boston, ill never fucking knoooowwww and i have to get over it one day but i miss her so so so so so so sos is sos sosososowowowowowo BADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. Fuck. Im not saying anybody is trying to compare, but nobody will ever compare. That’s all and if u don’t like alahna i hate you and block me

#sturniolo triplets #🥭

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hayjeon · 1 year ago

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hi everyone, i know it’s been quite a while.

i don’t even remember how to use the app/site well enough to find when the last time i posted a fic was (like, where did the time stamps go?!)

i bet this won’t come as much of a surprise to anyone who’s been following me for a while because i clearly went MIA for a few years. just wanted to pop back in and clarify a few things and let yall know i am alive and well 🫶🏻

WHERE TF R U

i have, unfortunately, moved on from my ff writing era of my life. i’ve seen all your messages of support and reactions to my writing and constantly see the reposts and recs made in my email inbox, and i cherish each and every one of them and do miss yall very often. i am currently now working and traveling full time, and am just past the era in which i used to absolutely love bts/kpop. i’m actually now an avid ao3 dramione reader 😂 and have devoted a lot of my time to getting physically/emotionally healthier, furthering my career, and just pouring love into myself and everyone around me 🤌🏻

DO YOU EVEN LIKE BTS ANYMORE

i still do love/listen to bts, but i’ve also been feeling like i’ve outgrown them a bit and no longer actively read bts fics myself 🥹 but to sometimes come back to my own blog and my homepage to see that other writers are still here and dedicated makes me feel so giddy and happy for them. watching bts grow from their boy in luv era when i first became a fan to the degree they’re at now and even when i stopped actively writing (probably when they started breaking into the US/english lyrics, or covid era) was such a big life landmark for me, and i will always cherish them in my heart for that. i will also always cherish this blog, that kept me actively writing, throughout uni, and actively creating content anonymously, for helping me through some hard times emotionally, physically, and mentally.

WHATS GONNA HAPPEN WITH UR FICS

i don’t think i’ll be updating any of my wips: any writer out there who feels inclined to continue the stories, i give you full permission (pls don’t plagiarize!) and would hope that you drop a quick msg in my inbox when you post so i can read them (better than tags!) 🥰 would also be happy to share where i intended a lot of my fics to go plot-wise. i also deem it would be a disservice to a lot of you for me to release unfinished drafts, but im happy to share that as well to anyone who wants to pick it up, or just are curious where the plots went (lmk if ur into that?)

WHAT ABOUT THIS BLOG

i will be keeping this blog up and active. anyone who wants to pop in and re-read anything: thank you for your continued support. feel free to translate, repost, use as inspiration, continue the stories yourselves, and do whatever you want. i’m sending these fics as a love letter to everyone who’s supported me thus far, and anyone new to the fandom (welcome! i know army has increased so much since i left) into the universe and all i can do is release them with a sense of peace and love, although it’s a bit bittersweet.

CAN WE STILL ASK QUESTIONS

of course 😍 i love seeing them in my inbox so continue to ask away!!!

to conclude:

thank you to everyone here.

thank you to bts and hope for a quick and safe army service to all of them.

and happy new year 🫶🏻

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ballerinainterrupted · 5 months ago

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Idk if this girl likes me and I need help I’m so confuseddd ahhh!

So basically I use to like this girl and had a basicly fell in love with her js everything about her I was head over heels for and we became reallyyyyyyy good friends and till this day we still are we talk everyday and all and I told her liked her around the time I started liking her. 2ish years later which brings us to now and I kinda like her still and I’m lowkey head over heels for her still but almost in a we’re friends type of way like I truly would do anything for her and she would do anything for me and more and has made it clear and has most definitely proved herself on that from out past anyways she’s been single for a little while now and I’ve never dated or experienced anything romantic really to be honest she’s been telling me about this girl she’s been really good friends with for a good lil while and said she’s really crushing on her and of course I get all excited for her and everything and start asking questions about the girl and how they both are doing you know and she says a lil bit about her and I start to think that this girl sounds REALLLYYYY similar to me but I also don’t know if she’s actually talking about someone else and I’m being delusional and crazy!! Ahhh! But here’s the thing that makes me think she’s talking about me she has recently been not flirting with me but being lovey dovey to me atleast that’s what it feels like for me she has called me pretty girl and says that’s my new nickname for me and won’t stop calling me pretty girl now and it absolutely melts my heart completely and makes me wanna js scream like AHHHHHHHH! I literally start blushing practically she also says her reposts on tt are all about friends to lovers currently and she posted 2 that I felt like most definitely applied to me 1 shows the “clique” tall and short stereotype where a girl is stepping on the others shoes to kiss her because she’s to short and I’m 4”11 she’s about 5”6 5”7 and has always been taller than me another one was a girl saying “me becuse somones daughter has me acting up” and it shows a girl showing off her craft she made for the girl and it had a bunch of hello kitty stickers and drawings etc. (that’s my favorite thing of all time) another thing that makes me think it’s me is that she keeps mentioning how our other friend is “suspecting” something between us and thinks she likes me and I have more she one time asked me what’s my type because I dint talk about my type really much at all so I described it and it fit her pretty well (which makes sense why I used to like her obvs) she also has admitted she “used” to have a bigg crush on me to and told me all about it (I never knew anything About her liking me) but I still seriously suspect she hasn’t gotten over it and hasn’t mentioned anything about her over it she has called me ml which is what she refers to her romantic partners to and has in the past we both really have soft spot for each other and has flirted with me (like serious flirting against the wall or trying lay each others heads on each other and yes I fold,blush,giggle,and go crazy Inside when she does that) as a joke somtimes and smiles as she does so every time a girl flirts with her I hype her up and tell her to go for it and she says no or she doesn’t like her she has said “she’s never giving up on me” (we haven’t seen each other in almost a year lil under a year) so idk if that means distance wise or she likes me and won’t give up yk we are going to the same school in the middle of this year and I’ll finally be able to see her after almost a year and we’re both really exited and always talk about how much we miss each other all the time! :))

PLEASE TELL ME IF IM BEING DELUSIONAL AND CRAZY I TAKE HONESTY WELL I JUST WANNA KNOW IF SHE LIKES ME OR NOT!!

thank you sooo much I’m advance for reading all of that esp if u reply 💗💗🎀 (love your tumblr so much princess!!)

Omggg I def think she likes u its obvi yall r gonna be sooo cute send more updates and u should really start blogging I'm praying for u ♡

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first off, i just want to say that i love your art, you are a huge inspiration to me and i love how expressive your characters are! would you have any tips for someone trying to grow a following from their art? specifically within the furry community ideally. im just not sure where to start

i hope youre having a great day!

thank you so much!!

okay i gotta preface this with: i have been doing commissions for over a decade. everything i say here i've been doing since roughly 2014, but my career as an artist didn't really Take Off and become reliable until 2019. success isn't immediate. some artists will grow faster or slower than others, not every tactic is going to apply / work for every artist; and that's okay. just keep pushing yourself and adapting and figuring out what works for You!

i’m putting this under a readmore as it got a bit long. every time someone asks me for advice on professional Anything i always write up a five page essay despite trying to bulletpoint it oof

post on multiple platforms and keep them all updated. i’m putting this one in bold because it is possibly the Most Important thing. we’re all watching twitter sinking over there, and many of my mutuals there were floundering because they hadn’t established themselves on any other social media site. i strongly recommend three or four socials minimum. my main four sites are tumblr, deviantart, twitter and toyhouse. furaffinity is also good. inkblot and artfol are new and i use them frequently as well. if you don’t like posting manually to every site each and every time you post art, Postybirb exists and is what i use to crosspost all my art to most of my socials at once.

avoid venting a lot on main. we all have frustrating days where our art isn’t getting the recognition we hoped, or we’re feeling petty about a controversial topic or the latest drama. it happens! it’s okay! however, many people just don’t like seeing dozens of negative posts on their feed. most people will sympathize, but if your negative vents are constantly clogging their dashboard they’re not gonna stick around.

shamelessly self promote yourself. reblog your own art. retweet it again. repost it. mention your other socials. we live in a world of timezones! when you post art, only a fraction of your audience is going to see it. i recommend reblogging / retweeting one to four individual pieces periodically over the course of a day and change it up each day. you can also repost your own work into photosets and title it “recent commissions” or the something like that.

don’t hide your linktrees and carrds. seriously! the amount of times on twitter i went to try and follow someone on another platform only to find they had no carrd or linktree link,, it is infuriating. put your socials link in your bio or pinned or SOMEWHERE readily at the top of your profile that’s easy to spot.

if you’re offering commissions, make a telegram channel or discord server for your announcements / openings.

post regularly. this one is a lot harder for artists that don’t make a lot of content, but posting even a status update once or twice a day can go a long way - especially if you’re on twitter with that platform’s hideous algorithm. alternatively as i said earlier, just retweet/reblog your work a few times a day and you should be good.

art trends are cool and fun and an easy way to get your work seen by others. see a “draw your sona in this outfit” meme? go, have fun with it. this one’s a bit tricky as timing is everything when it comes to ~trending~ content, so try and draw quick. that said, it’s never outdated to drawover reaction memes with your fursona.

try not to clog your socials with memes and shitposty images. this one is directed at twitter specifically. with twitter moments now gone, your media tab is the last way for people to hope to find your work organically on your profile without having to use the twitter search. they can’t get invested in your work if they can’t find it!

it’s okay to change course if you’re not vibing with where you’re headed. if you want to move onto a new aesthetic - that’s fine! you may lose some followers if they don’t click with your new vibe, but you’ll inevitably gain some new ones.

avoid frequent name changes. so many of the artists i follow have changed their brands / urls over the years that i don’t recognize them anymore.

tag your work properly. on tumblr, the first five tags on the original post are the tags your work will pop up in in the search feature. make those first five tags the Most important ones; example: #furry, #anthro, #art #fursona etc. twitter’s algo seems flip-flop if it likes tags or hates them. if you see a tag trending, repost your art in a photoset with the hashtag in the post [example: if #pokemon is trending, repost some of your pokemon fanart with the hashtag in the post body]. if the tag isn’t trending,,, i’ll be honest it’s a gamble if twitter likes your post or not at that point. i have no advice for that hell algorithm.

hosting raffles or doing a mini art request event [example: “leave a ref and i might draw your oc”] is good for traction while simultaneously giving back to the community + your audience a little!

try and reply to / like comments on your work. it’s not required per se, but it’s good to express gratitude.

engage with other members of the community. comment on other peoples work. like it. retweet it. follow other people. obviously don’t be disingenuous about it, but this is what the professionals call ~networking~

don’t compare yourself to others. this one is one you have got to keep in mind constantly. you’re going to find 17 year olds with huge followings and 30 year olds that are doing professional industry work whose level feels alien and almost out of reach. if you’re not doing as well, don’t let yourself get discouraged. we all gotta start somewhere!

related to the above point: be nice to your followers. venting on main about not having the same audience volume as others can come off as a huge middle finger to the audience you already have.

gaining a following takes time. unless you get a really lucky break, it’s going to take a lot of work and self promotion to build up your brand.

slap your name on everything. i mean it. any art you do - sign it. watermark it. people can and will share art in telegram channels and discord servers, and if the art interests someone they can easily source it back to you if your name is on it.

you can buy adspace. if you’re catering to a furry audience specifically, you can buy adspace on furaffinity pretty easily. inkblot i believe also offers adspace for artists though i haven’t looked too deep into it. this is really a “if you’re okay burning money” situation, as the huge chunkk of internet users have adblockers now and it’s a gamble if people will see or even click on your ad.

just have fun and do your own thing. you can hop on trends and draw art that caters to your audience’s tastes, but don’t forget to draw what YOU want and what YOU’RE about. Draw what makes YOU happy.

hope these help!! ;w;

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rinhaler · 1 year ago

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The anon who just found out u were fuwushiguro here!!

Yes I absolutely understand the frustration from not performing as well with follower count to likes ratio - as an artist who used to be quite popular and likes went from thousands to only like seventy. At some point you feel like you’re not doing it for you, but actually for others. I’m happy you realised the happiness can come from writing and not only hate.

The friend who left you I can also relate to a bit, my ex best friend of 6 years also left me quite recently and it was like there was an empty hole in me because even if you’re not friends anymore, your brain can’t quite handle the change. I’m so sorry that happened to you, but the greatest challenge is to not only hold yourself to one person but to be open and try new possibilities, and that’s what you’ve seemed to done! You have new friends, new mental attitude, and a brand new beautiful blog (that I love the theme of btw!!!) You’re doing great and will continue to do so, because if there are 100 rinhaler fans I’m one of them, if there are 10 rinhaler fans I’m one of them and if there are none, I’m dead.

Also to the question you had, idk it’s just the way you describe certain things..? It’s hard to explain, I have about 50 fanfic blogs that I really love the writing of and fuwushiguro was one of them. Your world building, character description as well as development, SO GOOD!! And your wusyaname series was amazing, I used to check your blog religiously for any updates, and I’m happy you’re reuploading them here bc now I’m gonna reread them every week!

Also the way you wrote yuuji in the aita!sukuna fic was extremely similar to the first few chapters in wusyaname before he goes on that trip (if I remember right)

Have a great day/night :D

omg ARTIST AAAAAA im obsessed I'd love to see your stuff if you ever feel comfortable sharing with me sometime but no pressure ofc! I know it's very personal! ive been trying to get more into art but im finding it hard to balance practicing art stuff and writing. I also have massive art insecurity bc I don't think I'm good enough (same with my writing) so I totally understand if u wanna keep it all to yourself but go you for being a talented babe <3

interactions on tumblr suck and I'm starting to be able to tell myself it's purely luck what performs well and what doesn't, so I'm finding it a lot easier to write things I actually want to write now rather than what I think my followers will like.

Also yeah in regard to my friend, we were online friends and we'd only known each other for around two years but god i adored her and i still do tbh. I think about her and our memories all of the time we were so so close so her decision to just randomly cut me off really hurt. I'd love to talk to her again but I know I have to respect her decision and I wish her the best!

It's been a good opportunity to get back into writing so at least something nice has come from something so sad. And I love this little space so much! I'm glad you like my theme! It was greenish at first n i was like nope this aint the one i am a pink girl through and through!

ALSO AAAA THE WAY IM BLUSHING ABT AITA YUUJI BEING LIKE WUSYANAME YUUJI UR SO RIGHT 😩 definitely not intentional but god maybe i missed him more than i thought! I'm so excited to be reposting it though it's going to be like living through the magic of it all again and hearing what everyone thinks and stuff! I haven't read it in so long so I feel like I'm right there with you all hehehe

anyway thank you for supporting me always ur literally the best i adore u pls take care of urself mwah mwah mwah

#💌 — luxe mail

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kaiserouo · 5 months ago

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if im not specific enough in the tags

i haven't even thought about the lower part so. yeah.

also a mandatory bloodhound style fluffy version

Also idk where to ramble so i'll just do it here because i don't wanna open another post and rambling in a repost probably causes the least collateral damage due to how little people that don't care about this would see this.

It's hard for me to understand him. Because, you know, how do you sincerely relates to a prideful warrior that sparks his life for the honor of his brethren when all you do is eat and then sleep and then play games and then generally being the exact opposite of him? I mean, i encountered the same problems and went through basically the same process and struggles when i try to know bloodhound better. But as someone that probably doesn't even knows what honor means, the least i can do is to have as much respect for them as possible and try not to desecrate or outright reject their beliefs. And that's why i made that AU with dragonhound and velahound. I want them to heal each other (with all kinds of different problems respectively) in a slower pace, have someone more relatable to each other's sotuations, and have someone to fight for in the present.

This is important to me. I don't want my long term AUs to be purely out of silly desires. I want them to be logical, reasonable, and most importantly, respect the characters and not to desecrate them as much as possible. It's easier to develop and think of plots about the AU this way and also i just don't want to deviate from canon if i don't even understand about the characters. I had a lot of silly ideas about ordan karris and i will call them desecration because of how little i consider his backstories. It's not exactly a huge problem for me if im just making them as oneshots, but i still want a coherent AU for him to exist and have the will to keep living for the rest of the content, and i wanna make it as soon as i can.

Im still trying to figure out the cephalon fragment thingy (i read the ordan karris part twice today and i only kinda gets part of it now), and judging by the fact that i never get the meaning or generally understand basically every literature i read for the first time, im probably gonna have some huge mistakes about his settings and stories. So, i don't know, brace for impact when i do anything about ordan karris i guess.

I just had too much caffeine and can't sleep at 3am. Not the first time i type a fucking huge chunk of text out of nothing in this blog.

idk someone about bones or whatever

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stargirlposts · 2 years ago

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El Malo

CHAPTER 2

(I know I took quiet a minute to post this but I lost my drafts in my old phone cause it fell in water 😭 and I didn’t back anything up but it’s here it also took a while cause I don’t really like how it turned out im having major writers block so some feedback would be great ps. Thank you for the likes and reposts it means a lot to me

I couldn’t sleep all night after Cesar told me that Oscar is getting out tomorrow. I don’t know what to expect or what’s gonna happen. I cuddled up on the couch as I thought back to when Oscar and I were younger. Him and I had always known each other, not personally but my house was down the street from his, so when I would walk to school, I would walk past his house . As we got older, Oscar and I always exchanged glances but we never talked.

I had never even told my friends about the glances that we shared, he didn’t tell his friends either, it was just something between us. I can still remember when one day I saw him with those beautiful dark curls and the next day it was all gone. Or when I saw his Santos tattoo for the first time.

I always thought Oscar was attractive but I wouldn’t ever dare act on it. He was a santo and I was a goody two-shoes, I never thought he was interested in me. I was the complete opposite of the ideal girl for him in the position he was in as a santo. But he didn’t care about that. He was different. He is different.

But, I’m concerned about how Oscar getting out is gonna affect Cesar. He seemed real distant after he told me that Oscar is getting out. I’m scared about what’s gonna happen

Cesar and another santo went to pick Oscar up, I didn't want to stick around for when they would come back so I decided to go to my mom’s house.

“Mija, you can't hide here forever. You’ll have to face him eventually” my mom stated softly as she stroked my hair lovingly.

“I thought you didn’t want me anywhere near him” I stated as I turned to look at her.

“And I don’t, I told you multiple times when you were a teen not to go anywhere near him and that he was no good for you but look where we are now “

I rolled my eyes with a sigh, “ I have Tony, he’s good for me, isn’t he?”

“Well, from what you’ve told me he is but I’m your mom, I know you don’t love him”

“I don’t know how to leave him, he’s been so good to me but he’s just not-“

“He’s not Oscar “ she started cutting me, “ You’re gonna hurt him if you keep lying princess”

“I told myself I’d learn to love him and I will, it’s just taking a while”

My phone buzzed and I looked to see it was a notification from Cesar

Cesar💙: he’s out.. we’re heading back now

I turned my phone off and told my mom I was going to my room. I was gonna relax and take a nice bath and everything was gonna be fine.

I was writing in my journal when I heard a knock on my door and my mom opening the door halfway.

“Caesar is here to see you ,” she smiled softly and patted Cesar on his shoulder.

“ Hey, Cesar” I said to him as I put my notebook in my bedside drawer.

I saw his eyes looked red and I tugged his wrist to sit down on my bed.

“What happened, what’s wrong?”

“Oscar is forcing me into the gang, I don't want to Y/N..”

We both knew this was gonna happen even before Oscar got arrested.

“Do you want me to talk to him even though I really don’t want to see him but you know I’d do anything for you..”

“We both know nothing's gonna change his mind, I’m scared of him, I don’t think even you could change his mind..He asked about you, I think he wants to see you”

I rolled my eyes but I’m not gonna lie and say that didn’t warm my heart. My mom knocked on my door telling me that she was gonna do a quick run at the store and then pass by Geny’s house. My mom and her were very close practically sisters. Cesar and I talked but then he got a message from Oscar so I walked him to the door, but when I opened it, I felt my heart beat a million times more..there he was the love of my life, Oscar Diaz.

Cesar cleared his throat and started walking out “I’ll wait in the car”

The 1966 Cherry red Chevy Impala. Oscar and I share a lot of memories together in that car.

“You’re not gonna give me a welcome home hug”

I finally looked up at him.

“I’m seeing someone Oscar” I stated as I crossed my arm, and looked down. As much as I wanted to hug him and kiss him, I couldn’t.

He chuckled at this “Yea, I’ve heard, but he’s not me, you’re still mine Y/N..”

“Oscar, it’s not the same anymore”

“You can lie to yourself but we both know, you still love the way I still love you” he gently touched my chin and closed the door, leaving me to wipe away my own tears.

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gojosoath · 3 years ago

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the world underneath your skin — toji fic

MINORS DON'T INTERACT // 18+ ONLY!

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader (uses she/her pronouns)

tags: romance x ANGST x like a SHIT TON OF ANGST x AU (no sorcerer stuff in this au) x action

warnings: alcoholism x self harm (Y/N self harms, i do NOT mean this in any way implying that the reader (you) do this. and that if you have struggled/or are struggling with self harm, this is a major trigger warning. as someone who personally has struggled with self harm, i know how sensitive the topic is) x death (only characters' death from manga is toji's wife and megumi)

summary: After spending most of his life as an underground hitman for desperate means to support himself financially — Toji Fushiguro gets recruited to work as an assassin for the government due to his his mastered skills. Through his new occupation, Toji struggles with muscle pains and is recommended to see a massage therapist. Toji meets Y/N, who becomes Toji’s massage therapist, and the two realize they both have toxic addictions they hide from daylight; Toji’s alcoholism and Y/N’s self-harm. Along the way, Toji and Y/N can’t seem to stay away from each other despite the darkness that threatens to keep them apart.

Table of Contents taglist: @sakinotfound ;

a/n: please, please read the warnings for this story because it does have a lot of sensitive topics like I mentioned. i'm gonna see what the reaction is to this fic because im not so confident in it?? i just don't know if people will enjoy it, what can i say, i need validation. i'll post this on my ao3 too and comment on this post if you wanna be on my taglist! also i know there's not confirmation regarding toji's height, like some have even said the dude's 5'4?? i get 6 ft vibes from him cuz he's a dilf so we're gonna go with that. anyways, enjoy :)

Part 1: Those Few Silent Seconds Are Everything (wc: 5k)

Toji’s shoulder ached as he finished shooting the target which was assigned for him tonight. The target fell to the ground after being shot on the side of the head. He fell to the ground like a doll, making Toji’s mind stop for a moment and think to himself; did he shoot a human being?

There was no time to think, only move, and Toji moved swiftly and quietly. He exited out through the window of the target’s house. Toji hopped from the windowsill to the thick tree that was nearby, his hands gripping the branch where he landed on the ground, rolling and coming to a stop with his feet digging into the grass. Toji then jogged up to the gate, climbed over it, and landed on his feet where his co-worker, Shiu, was still waiting for him in the car. Toji got into the car and without a word, Shiu drove off yet again another completed task.

Toji immediately reached for the pack of cigarettes he had sitting in the pocket of his black blazer. He took them out, sticking a cigarette into his lips where it dangled as he searched for his lighter.

Shiu reached over and held out a lighter for Toji, “Thanks,” Toji mumbled, the light of red and orange illuminating Toji’s lips. The light went off and was followed by gray smoke to enclose around Toji’s face as he exhaled out through his nose.

“Was he difficult?” Shiu asked as his thumb messed with the dials, switching between radio stations.

Toji cracked open the passenger window where he flicked the ashes of his cigarette out of it, “Nah,” He said, “he was oblivious as fuck.”

“Want me to drop you off back at your place?”

“Drop me off at the usual,” Toji says to Shiu. Another sharp pain stabs Toji’s shoulder, his hand going over it and massaging it to the best ability he could.

Shiu notices, “That shoulder is still hurting you?”

Toji shrugs it off and inhales his cigarette, “It’s fine.”

Shiu settles on a radio station that’s playing what sounds like a commercial pop song, “I still think you should see that massage therapist I told you about. Her hands feel like they’re healing you. She might be a witch or something…” His voice trails off.

Toji rolls his eyes at the window as he stares up at the night sky, the moon becoming veiled with his smoke. The radio pop station filled in the silence for them and even though Toji wasn’t crazy over the songs playing, he was happy that he didn’t need to make many conversations with Shiu. Toji found himself relaxing when Shiu drove up to the bar which Toji came to after every mission. Toji opened the passenger door, flicked the cigarette to the floor, and stepped on it.

Before Toji closed the door, he leaned down with his hands in his pockets, “Tell the boss the mission was a success. Everything went smoothly.” Shiu nodded his head and gave Toji a small wave. Toji closed the door and Shiu drove off. Toji walked across the street opposite the bar and to where the river was. Toji took out the gun he had used to kill the designated shooter and threw it into the river. Toji stood there for a moment and overlooked the city view that the bar had, the city lights reflecting in the river. Toji stretched with his fingers clasped over his head and sticking out his chest. He felt like for the first time that day he could breathe.

Toji went into the bar, and took his spot in his usual chair; the one closest to the front door. When he sat down, the bartender wordlessly set down his usual drink which Toji would get. Toji slid cash across the table which the bartender took and slipped into his pocket. The bar had a couple of people, pretty empty for a Monday night. After a few hours passed and Toji had several empty glasses by him, his blazer was off, resting beside him on the empty chair. He had the sleeves of his black button-up rolled to his elbows. He rested his chin on top of his arm while with his other hand holding the already empty glass. His cheek was flushed red, green eyes shining underneath the dim lighting of the bar. At this point, everyone in the bar was gone. He was always the last one to leave.

“I had a wife…” Toji slurs at the bartender as he wipes at glasses, organizing them on the shelf. “And a kid,” Toji hiccups, “I loved my wife and kid…both good people.”

The bartender set another glass at Toji, but this one was water with ice in it. Toji continued to stare at his empty glass, “I was s’stupid, I was…” He recalled, “miss them s’much.”

The bartender listened in silence as Toji continued to ramble about his past. Under the dim lights, tears slipped down Toji’s cheeks, tasting them as they made it to the corners of his mouth. Toji was thankful that alcohol was there for him to give him something that felt close to a hug.

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3 hours earlier

As Y/N was getting ready to close up their clinic, the phone rang on the front desk. Y/N picked it up and said her professional greeting. Over the phone, Shiu’s voice came through;

“Hey, Miss L/N, it’s Shiu.”

“Oh!” Y/N exclaimed, “You calling to set up an appointment?”

“Yes,” Shiu said, “but not for me, it’s for one of my friends.”

“Sure,” Y/N moved the mouse and the desktop screen flashed to life where they pulled up the calendar. “What’s going to work best for them? Mornings? Afternoons?”

“How late are you open until again?”

“On Monday’s and Friday’s, I’m open the latest, until eight in the night,” You told him.

“Let’s do Friday at seven for this week, do you have any availability then?”

You pulled up Friday on your screen, “Yes, I do! Are you sure it’s okay that it’s tomorrow? Is it too soon for them?” You inquired.

“Oh no! Not at all!” Shiu beamed through the phone.

“What’s the patient’s name?”

“Toji Fushiguro. He needs a full-body massage session, I work with him a lot. He’s got a lot of pain all over.”

You typed out his name in the slot, along with a brief note about Shiu’s description regarding the patient’s issues. Shiu also gave you Toji’s number and you confirmed with Shiu that you had Toji scheduled for this Friday. After the phone call, you went and locked the front door of your clinic and went back to the front desk where you made sure everything was in its place for you to get ready to leave.

You turned off the lights, bag, and car keys in your hand and drove to your apartment. You were greeted with your cat when you first stepped into your place, kneeling to scratch behind Willow’s ears. You poured Willow's food into her bowl and then headed into your bathroom where you began to wash your face. After finishing, you turned on the water to your shower to let the water run before heading in. You took off your clothes and stood there, arms over the sink, getting lost in all the scars you’ve imprinted over your skin for many years. Every time you looked at your scars, you only wanted to create more. It never seemed to end, there were never enough scars.

Your hands had a mind of their own, you watched as your hands opened up the drawer that held those precious razors of yours. You could already feel yourself floating up somewhere to the bathroom ceiling, watching your body move. You watched your body operate, your hands opening up the pouch and taking out something that glinted underneath the bathroom lights. You felt yourself come back to life when you felt that first burning of the sharp end cutting into your skin. You were hunched over the bathroom sink, breathing heavily from just one cut. Everything muffled around you, all the pain, the worries, the memories just…gone. This feeling always only lasts for a few seconds, but those few seconds were everything to you. Those few seconds of complete silence were what kept you alive.

After showering and brushing your teeth, you got into bed where Willow was already sitting next to the spot of your bed that was too big for you. You got settled underneath the covers and cuddled next to Willow where you confessed to her in a whisper;

“Sorry, Willow…I relapsed.”

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Toji woke up on his kitchen floor, his cheek pressed against the cold tiles. When he first opened up his eyes, he thought the world was upside down. There’s something in one of his hands, it’s tangled up with his fingers. His entire body aches; head pounding, shoulder hurt, and back sore. He had to mentally prepare himself to do something as simple as sitting himself up. A moan got trapped in his throat as he used the strength in his arms to sit himself up. Now the world was spinning over, stars dancing in front of his vision mockingly. He finally managed to sit up, having to lean his weight onto the cabinet underneath his sink. He looked down at his hands and saw what was tainting his grasp; his keys.

Suddenly, Toji’s body was injected with adrenaline, standing up in a heartbeat, and running to the door. His hand went to the doorknob and when he saw the door was locked, he heaved out a sigh of relief. He slid down the door, sitting down with a thump and head dropping down. So he had managed to somehow lock the door after stumbling back to his place after getting embarrassingly drunk. Not even alcohol could numb out his paranormal habits.

From where Toji sat, he had a full view of the city across the room; his living room was adorned with ceiling to flooring windows. The sky was drooping with gray clouds, it looked like it would rain. Toji — being the big man he was, crawling across the floor, he had a bigger headache than when he first woke up. He crawled to where he had thrown his blazer by his couch. Once he got there, he searched his pockets, pulling out his pack of cigarettes and then his phone.

Today was his day off, and Toji knew the way he would spend it. It was a Friday and Toji wanted to get drunk…again. He stuck a cigarette into the corner of his lips and unlocked his phone, seeing he had several text messages from Shiu;

Shiu: Hey! I scheduled you for an appointment with that great massage therapist I was telling you about! It’s on Friday at 7 PM! I’ll send you the link to the clinic address!

Shiu: And no, you can’t cancel the appointment. You owe me one.

Toji clenched his jaw, his hand gripping his phone until he felt his vision go blurry. The cigarette fell from his lips and into his lap. He didn’t want to go to some stupid massage therapist where they’d probably only make him feel worse. He didn’t want to waste one of his days off going to some stupid clinic that would probably overcharge him for some stupid, hipster healing shit. Toji almost felt like he would cry, a lump forming in his throat. He brought his knees up to his chest, dropping the phone to the floor and the heel of his hands digging into his eyes. He wanted to get drunk some more, he wanted to get drunk until any memories of his life he had experienced up until this point got completely erased from his brain. He wanted to get drunk until he didn’t recognize himself or until he would one night, stumble across the street and be hit by a car. He didn’t want to remember his wife or son anymore. He didn’t want to remember all the people he had killed in exchange for a paycheck. He didn’t want to remember that he was living every day he woke up. He didn’t want to remember…

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Toji completely sobered up by the time it was in the afternoon, sitting on his couch across from his flat screen television that was hung up on the wall. He sat at the edge of the couch, legs spread with a bowl of cereal in his hands. The television was airing news about how the political leader he had shot last night was found dead early this morning. He couldn’t stand anymore hearing about it, so he switched the channel where a re-run of a spy-action movie was playing.

If Toji wasn’t so pissed off at the moment, he would laugh at the lousy punch one of the guys threw at the protagonist. Toji munched on his cereal, thinking about how if someone told him he’d live in a luxurious apartment the way he does, he would never believe them. Thanks to his unusual occupation, he was given a salary he desperately wished for in his youth.

Toji spent the rest of his day trying to keep himself occupied; he vacuumed, washed the dishes that had been sitting in his sink for a few days, and dusted his shelves. He even went through his products in the bathroom and threw out ones that he hadn’t used for a long time or simply didn’t want anymore. Toji took a nap, woke up, and made himself some dinner. Toji showered, and he shaved his stubble. By the time he got out of the shower, he saw that he needed to head out soon to get to this damned appointment. He wore a plain, long black-sleeved shirt along with black jeans and boots.

As Toji heads out of his apartment, he makes sure to draw the curtains over his living room windows. He heads out, wanting to get this appointment over with as fast as possible so he can get to his night off.

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You’re setting up the bed for your next patient that should be arriving anytime soon. You make sure that everything is prepared correctly; the air diffuser, oils, and extra sheets. You step out of the single room and to the small entrance area that has two chairs with a small coffee table between them. There are magazines stacked on the coffee table. You go behind your desk and clean up the papers spread across the desk. You kneel to sort out the papers underneath your desk.

The bell above the clinic door rings as Toji steps inside. He is greeted with an empty desk and the air smelling like lavender. The aroma is a new sense for him; he’s so used to being around sharp smells like alcohol, tobacco, and…blood. It made Toji’s skin almost form goosebumps from being surrounded by such a tranquil atmosphere? Suddenly, you appeared from underneath the desk, making Toji slightly jump. You had been there all along?

“Oh!” You exclaimed, “I didn’t even hear you! I’m so sorry — Toji Fushiguro, right?”

Toji took in your appearance, he eyed you which came off that he was checking you out but this was simply a habit of Toji (thanks to his whole life consisting of his profession). You felt yourself getting uncomfortable by his intense stare. If intimidation had a body form, it would look exactly like him. You noticed immediately the tension in his body just from his posture alone. The black long sleeve shirt he wore hugged his muscles, you could already tell which places in his body needed to be massaged through the tightness. Shiu had mentioned to you about his friend that he was a bit…frigid. He was on the older side, you guessed possibly late thirties, early forties? He had black raven hair that fell over his face, flopping over his ears.

You grabbed the clipboard with the paperwork along with a pen, “Here, you can sit down,” You gestured with your hand towards the room where the patient was taken for their session.

Toji gave you a curt nod and followed your greeting by walking into the room. His hands were in his front pockets. When he passed by you, that’s when you noticed it; he had a scar. A scar that ran at the corner of his lips and over it. You felt goosebumps rise on your skin…was this guy safe? He kind of scared the shit out of you. You made a mental note that you’d leave the door open…just in case.

Toji didn’t sit down, he awkwardly stood by the door that you almost ran into him when you stepped inside. You were quick to dodge it by stepping to the side. He was tall, really tall. You scanned him yourself with your eyes and made a guess; six feet.

“Okay,” You handed him the clipboard with the paperwork and he grabbed it, giving it a speculating look. “I just need you to take a couple of minutes to fill out the paperwork. It’s just basic information, some background about your health, daily routines, habits.”

It was then when you realized Toji hadn’t said a single word to you, there was a moment of awkward silence. You had patients in the past who were socially awkward but this guy just seemed straight up like he didn’t want to be here. He looked at you and you flashed him a smile, handing him the pen in your hands.

“Let me know if you have any questions,” You tell him, “I’ll check back in on you in five minutes,” you’re already moving towards the lobby and you close the door on your way out. When you’re finally out of his presence, you let out a sigh of relief.

What a weirdo…an intimidating weirdo, you think to yourself. You go over to the front desk and begin going through some emails you still need to respond to. After a couple of minutes, there’s knocking coming from the patient room. The door opens a second later and Toji stands there, clipboard in one hand.

He finally speaks to you for the first time, “All done,” He simply states.

You go over to him, taking the clipboard from his hands, “Thank you,” You quickly scan the paperwork, walking over to your chair and Toji continues to stand there. You take a seat in your chair and say, “You can sit down, Mr. Fushiguro.”

Toji listens and takes a seat, you observe the way he moves, even the way he sits. Everything about him is so…stiff. You can see why Shiu made an appointment for him. You begin going through what he had checked off in the form you gave to every new patient.

“Okay…” Your voice trailed off, gathering your thoughts as you processed his feedback, “what is your main concern, Mr. Fushiguro?”

Toji reaches up with his hand and sets it on his shoulder, “I’ve had pain here for a couple of months now. No matter what I seem to do…it’s always sore.”

“Do you have a job where you are lifting a lot of heavy weight?”

“No, I work an office desk job,” He tells you.

You nod your head and scribble a quick note of that on his paper form, “Have you had any recent injuries?”

Toji says, “No.”

“Okay,” You set down the clipboard on the table next to you and stand up, “I’ll step out of the room so that you can take off your top and lay on the table.” You pick up one of the sheets that are folded on the table, holding it up, “You can set this over yourself,” You step out of the room and while you give him some time to take his top off, you go ahead and turn on your electric kettle to make yourself some tea. Once the water boiled, you poured yourself a cup and let it sit to cool down on the front desk — there wouldn’t be any more patients coming in for the day.

Before you entered back into the patient room, you gave a few knocks, “Can I come in?” You heard Toji say it was good to come in and you did so. Once you walked in, Toji was laying down on the table face down, you noticed he hadn’t even bothered with the white sheet; his bare back was completely exposed to you.

You stopped dead in your tracks when you noticed it; all the scars running down his back, his arms. They looked like old scars, deep scars, caused by sharp objects. Your hands started to shake, could it be…that he also…? Like you?

You inhaled shakily and snapped out of it, making your way next to Toji. Your eyes scanned over his tanned back, it was adorned with scars. You brought your hands to the shoulder he had mentioned gave him pain. Your touch was delicate, your fingertips brushing against his shoulder pad, making him slightly flinch.

“Sorry, did that hurt?” You asked with alarm, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to — “

“No, it didn’t hurt,” Toji grumbled, “I’m fine.”

“Let me know if anytime you’re uncomfortable,” You assure him, placing your hands back onto his shoulder, wanting to get a feel for it at first. His shoulder felt tight and strained against your touch, you applied slight pressure, “Is it mainly here?”

“Yes,” Toji strained.

You released the pressure, “Okay, I’m going to begin, are you okay with some oils?”

“Sure,” Toji says.

You lathered some oil onto your palms and began your work; you massaged upward with your palm while the other slightly squeezed at the muscles around his neck. You couldn’t stand the awkward silence for some reason, so you decided to do small talk;

“So, how long have you been working at your office job?” You could tell that his body was reacting by stiffening itself as your hands worked on his skin. You wanted to tell him to relax, to calm his senses.

“Ten years,” Toji answers curtly.

You nod your head, “I see. Do you like your job?”

Toji retorts with, “Do you like yours?”

“I love my job,” You remark, “I enjoy working with all my patients,” you feel Toji slightly relax underneath your massaging. You continue chatting, “Straight from high school I registered for a massage therapy program, and well, here I am.” You kneaded the tight spot on his shoulder, earning a satisfied but small groan from Toji.

“Right there,” He says, “hurts the most there.”

“I can feel it,” You comment, continuing to rub at it, “what do you like to do for fun, Mr. Fushiguro?”

You hear Toji sigh a little, “Watch some television.”

“Oh really? Which show is your favorite?”

“Well, it’s not a show but a movie,” You can hear the smile in his voice.

“What’s that?”

“Fifty Shades of Gray.”

You roll your eyes, “I can’t help but feel like you’re saying that to get a reaction out of me.”

Not only does he feel more relaxed, but even his tone does as well, “I thought a lot of women liked that movie.”

You snort, “I think you haven’t interacted with that many women then, Mr. Fushiguro.”

“Is that so?” Toji plays along, “Well, my apologies.”

“You don’t sound so sincere,” You deride, and then purposely press a little bit too hard on his shoulder, earning a hiss from him. “Sorry,” You say, “did that hurt?”

Toji grunts, “Yeah…”

You apologize again and continue to knead at his skin, your palms getting a feel of his scars. Your hands move to other parts of his body, moving to his lower back. You explain to Toji as you work out what you’re focusing on, telling him how his muscles down by his lower back feel they need attention as well. Toji hums in return as you work at the tightness in his lower back. The scars are down there, too. His skin is rough overall, the more you work on his muscles, the more you confirm that Toji lied about his occupation. How could someone who works a desk job have such a body like this? He works out, despite his muscles being tight, they’re defined and toned.

You don’t realize how long you’ve been working in silence until Toji disrupts you, “How old are you?”

“Twenty-three,” You tell him, “and you?”

“Forty-three…you seem young to be owning a clinic at your age.”

“This clinic used to be my mom’s,” You tell him, “I took over once she…” your voice trails off and you instead say, “she became too old to handle the clinic.”

You’re by Toji’s upper arms now, his biceps are huge. Despite his age, you can’t deny that he’s handsome. Both of your hands can’t even fully wrap around his biceps. You finish off the massage by rubbing circles with your thumbs starting from the bottom of his neck and down to his waist.

“Okay,” You grab a cloth set on the table and wipe the oils off your hands, “I’ll give you a couple of moments to get dressed. I’ll be out in the front with your pricing.” You exit the room and calculate his session on the computer. Toji comes out with his long sleeve back on, coming to the opposite side of the desk, taking out his wallet. You told Toji the total and he took out his card, handing it to you. You grabbed the card with your eyes still on the computer screen and didn’t notice that your hand completely knocked into your cup of tea. The tea spilled over your arm, making you flinch from how hot it still was.

“Shit!” You dropped the card. Toji’s reflexes were fast, avoiding the mug to fall completely over by catching it with his hand while his other hand grabbed your wrist. You panicked, retracting your arm to your chest, holding onto where it burned.

“You should run that over cold water,” Toji looked alarmed as well, he was already moving around the table and to your side. “Do you have a sink here?”

“I-I do,” You stammer, “but it’s okay, I’ll wash it after I process the payment—”

“You just spilled hot tea over your arm, if you don’t rinse cold water over it now, it’ll leave a burn mark.” His green eyes are boring down at you, his entire figure towers over you, too. Your heart is hammering against your chest, this can’t be happening, no one can see your arms.

“Ms. L/N,” Toji refers to you, “where is the bathroom?”

“I’ll do it,” You tell him weakly, “let me just process your payment…”

Toji snatched the card off the table, “Let me rinse your arm and then you process the payment.”

You stared at him with widened eyes, why does he care so much about you spilling tea over your arm?! Toji looked around, the office was so small, that it wasn’t hard to spot the bathroom.

“It’s this one, right?” Toji is already walking towards the door towards the back of the lobby. He opens it, flickering on the lights, the bathroom. You’re frozen in your spot, losing a sense of your surroundings. If only you could cut right now. Your arm is burning, but then again, it’s what you desire to feel when harming yourself. You’d done it before, you had burned yourself before with matches, even a heated tea kettle, too. You’d be okay, you knew you would…

“Ms. L/N,” Toji’s voice startles you, not realizing he had made his way back to you. His eyes scan your face, he guides you to the bathroom and you follow, not occupied with trying to stay grounded. You and Toji stood in the bathroom in front of the sink, he turned on the faucet to cold water and he brought your arm underneath the running water, his hand pulling up your sleeve.

Your breath hitched in your throat, your body in paralysis mode as you waited for Toji to comment on your scarred arm. You avoided his gaze, just let your vision blur as you stared at the water running over your arm.

“Where’s your first aid kit?” Toji asks instead.

“Under the desk,” You tell him wearily. When he steps out of the bathroom, your head hangs low, finally feeling like you can breathe. The cold water was starting to make your arm feel numb…

Toji came back into the bathroom, opened the first aid kit, and took out the supplies; ointment and bandage wrap. He turned off the water and dried your hands with the paper towels in the bathroom. He held the paper towels over your arm for a few moments, he still hadn’t addressed your self-harm scars. Silently, Toji applied ointment to your arm and wrapped up your arm.

He then took out his card from his back pocket and set it into your palm, “I’ll be out in the front,” He stepped out and you stood there, blankly staring down at your bandaged arm and the card in your hand.

After doing some breathing exercises that your therapist had taught you before, you went to the front, avoiding your gaze with Toji. He had one of his elbows leaned against the table. You could feel his gaze on you as your fingers stumbled across the keyboard, typing in the total price and then scanning his card.

You handed the card to Toji and said in a weak tone, “Thank you, Mr. Fushiguro, it was a pleasure working with you.”

“I’ll call to set up another appointment for next week,” Toji’s fingers brush against yours as he takes the card from your hands, “Shiu was right, your hands are like magic.”

You keep your head down, hiding your bandaged arm under the table. Toji leaves, and it’s then that you realize that Toji had also cleaned up the tea that had spilled on the front desk as well.

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starbuckie · 4 years ago

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𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.

It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.

So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.

But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.

Y/N.

So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.

Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday.

Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.

And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.

However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.

Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?

Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-

Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.

Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine?

Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.

Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day.

Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.

Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs.

If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin.

That only made his dick harder.

On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.

And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.

“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”

A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.”

“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”

Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.

The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.

Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray.

Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.

The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together.

Click.

Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.

But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”

The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.

“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction.

Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.

“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”

A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization.

“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”

Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg.

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”

Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.

“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”

She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”

All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.

Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch.

“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.

Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”

Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else.

Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”

His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”

Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her-

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”

The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.

Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.

The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.

“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”

Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where.

“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.

Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?”

The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.

Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body.

“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”

He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches.

“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”

The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.

Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.

“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh.

“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure.

“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”

That knocked her into shape real fast.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.

“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night.

But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”

He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”

Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”

Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.

“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”

It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts.

Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”

She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers.

As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”

“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”

Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts.

Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.

“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”

But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.

Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.

She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more.

Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade.

His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving.

“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten.

“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”

It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight.

She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore.

Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”

Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”

A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”

Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway.

On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.

“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom.

“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”

Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes.

He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal.

Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.

His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.

But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex.

“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”

Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips.

“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.

“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”

As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”

He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.

She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass.

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”

“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out.

“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed.

Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.

Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door.

Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Click.

It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.

Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.

“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”

The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation.

But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”

Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.

Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move.

The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go.

The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:

Thanks for sharing with us, baby.

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growling · 8 months ago

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ep12 i thiiiink that's the finale but i see theres a 13th titled skyfall?? anyway thats for later to ponder.......

wooohoooooo banger theme is back!!!!!!

oh hey ginger port mafia guy whose name i forgot....... ig nothing else besides the framing was written into the book so ill believe in whatever you had going on....... though that does make that reaction the military had to one of the four guy's appearance earlier a bit weird before like they wanted to shoot them i was under the impression they didn't know each other and then they just suddenly. nevermind. my brain is fried from this season terrible things have been done to it i may need some time to recover in order to make sense of like half the things that just happened

hiii teruko!!!!! :)))

OH YEAH HIS NAME IS TACHIHARA. ILL TRY TO NOT FORGET IT NEXT TIME!!!!!!!

i think they made tachihara the traitor because he was just so forgettable in the earlier seasons lmaoooo he's so generic looking............

such a banger theme. it makes me want to forgive all their atrocities

obsessed with whatever the fuck the sword guy and whitehairredtips guy have going on.

oh hi fukuzawa!!!

oooooh so the white hair guy is silly!!! he is silly cancel the panic!!! why does he give me kitty cat vibes..

are they friends jdhjghdksdfjsj????

"you still havent gotten married?" he's obviously aro. fukuzawa aro confirmed. though he and mori did have something going on ill just say this

oh yeah kunikida i forgot that guy was a thing!!!! i still cant quite recall what he looked like..... or his personality... it's just slipping away....... what was his name again..............

oooh i just noticed the whitehairredtips guy has a cane actually!!!! though its hard to see. the bare minimum......... blind guy has a cane............. clap clap................................. does he even need it if he has like. superhearing omnispacial awareness and psychic powers anyway. writers when they're forced to make a blind character- wait speaking of. whys it always the blind characters who get that???

i want whatever these two have. seriously.

UH OH THEY'RE ONTO LUCY

coffee man is in trouble...... i mean at least im glad we could trust that guy!!!! when in doubt. coffee man :) shame about the fingernails though. or did yosano fix those

i love these two. every scene they're in together is so entertaining. i want them to hate sex soooo badly but i cant even fantasize about that scenario tonite as i do not know their fucking names. ugh... well, i guess ill have to resort to............. whitehairredtips guy heard deep into sword guys orbs. then he took his meter long king kong dong out and p

i cant tell if sword guy is being manipulative rn or if he really means it...... anyway his ability name sure does suit him

i cant tell if hes doing the good old liar dazzle or if hes actually gonna seppuku himself. i mean he sure looks like the type of guy who'd do that!!

cool casino but i would fear for my LIFE if i ever was forced kicking and screaming to be there. please blow this up i cant bear looking at it

SIGMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! why does he give off wolfboy vibes why do i feel like he'd repost those very hard werewolf images on deviantart. he'd be into wolf's rain and shit. you get me??? he'd howl at the full moon and roleplay as a puppyboy on his secret tweeter alt before he comes out as just a full on therian

that was. very specific but you get me right???

ooooh are we abt to see teruko's ability???

i like the sigma guy he looks like he's barely keeping it together rn.

he looks like he's fresh out of his 18s how old is he

oh yeah he IS barely keeping it together rn jsdhgfhjkskdjf there there boy....

no way tachihiro just fell for the good ol coin trick........

oooooh tachihiro got the metal powers too...... i guess i should know this but still-

sigma's just a ball of panic. i wanna hug him then slam his head against a wall then hug him again then tell him its all his fault

ohhhh now teruko's gonna use her ability finally???

ok came back the next day

YEET the plane

sigma's just three years old leave him alone.... he doesn't know anything......

whys it always the 3 year olds........

i think sigma should be allowed to kill tbh

teruko you're hurt :(((((

oh and now they're BOTH getting fucked

lmaoooooooo good on you sigma. great plan sigma. let your creatures loose let them kill. he SHOULD be allowed to kill <3

absolutely enamored with sigma's existence. he will be made my third (3rd) pet freak along with Francis and Mushitaro

anyway bsd season 4 let's go gamers

ep1:

still waiting for chuuya to get unbooked. notify me immediately once he gets unbooked i can't take thsi

oh hi fukuzawa. put his wrinkles back on ffs

fukuzawa and ranpo flashback episode pretty please??

LET'S GOOOOOOO

oh oda's the assassin?? killer baby

ranpo voice heard my waters are cropped

i do not accept ranpo being the same age/older than oda. i will not accept this. let oda be like. 30+ or whatever

whys ranpo giving me ouma vibes in this outfit

ranpo don't care sunglasses emoji

oh yeah i had the feeling the secretary was the killer from the moment ranpo walked in lmao. now danganronpa execute him

coolest kid you've never met

good for ranpo for getting kicked out of the police after exposing all their shit as a teenager

snitch ranpo we love to see it it's okay if he does it he can do whatever he wants forever he's never been wrong in his life

orphan lore

oh he's 14 now. baby

"well done for today-" "that's it?? you're talking to a 14-year old who lost his parents his job and his future. thats all you got??" yes ranpo go fight for that sympathy points make that old man cry and shake from guilt

he's so sillyyy......... "*2 seconds after walking out the door* help me mister bodyguard i don't have work or a place to stay im going to die" yes ranpo go fight for that house and income pluck that old man out of everything he got (morally correct). i love how it literally works and fukuzawa says yeagh sure every time

with every single minute ranpo is on screen. i swear. with every single damn frame of that guy he gets more and more npd. like. that is a narcissist. you wrote a narcissist and made him the coolest most swag guy in the anime. and that's not even mentioning that guy's massive fucking autism and adhd

is this gonna be like rain code chapter 2 where where-

fukuzawa sweating voice damn that kids a genius and also deeply deeply unnerving why is he so op in the smarts stats what happened in his early childhood to ruin him forever like this

and ranpo's utterly clueless to that too he just thinks everybody else is an idiot or just acting real weird and hiding what they know for some reason.

"ive only just met you so i don't know much but- *lists his entire fucking biography*"

LEAVE THE BOY ALONE YOU KNOCKED HIM OVER FUKUZAWA YOU MONSTER!!!!!!!!!!! YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A CRUEL AND WICKED PERSON YOU WILL DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH YOU HAVE NOT AND NEVER WILL CHANGE IN A MEANINGFUL WAY. CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'D DO THIS...............

oh ok he apologized. but can he ever truly be forgiven........

the hat :)

new sonboy acquired

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httpdwaekki · 3 years ago

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secrets | b.w.

summary: after bruce goes mia for a couple of days, leaving the reader worried before he comes back and reveals a secret he's been keeping from the reader for a while.

wc: 2.2k

warnings: the batman spoilers, unedited work, lowercase intended, angst if u squint, some comfort, mention of injuries, i think that's it, let me know if i forgot any :)

a/n: idk how i feel about this but he has been living in my mind rent free since i saw the movie so i wanted to write something. i might do a part 2 though, free to make some requests as well! i would love to write some :)

masterlist

*hi this is future ashton realizing that she’s a fucking idiot and forgot what happened after the alfred and bruce’s parents thing and i could’ve made this so much better. so im gonna rewrite this and repost it but for now enjoy this lmao*

(gif is not mine!)

you haven’t spoken to bruce in almost a week, which was unusual considering you were the only person he talked to besides alfred. after his parents secrets being spread through every news station and publisher, you tried to reach out. you wanted to be there for him, knowing this was gonna be hard on him, but all of your attempts went unanswered.

you even went as far as going to the wayne tower only to be shooed out by a frantic dory, saying something about how you shouldn’t be there. you tried to call alfred too and received radio silence as well. you soon figured out what happened to alfred at the tower and immediately sped to the hospital.

you told the nurses you were his niece and luckily they believed you and let you into the room. you were relieved to find him awake and eating. you let out a breathe of relief, and made your way to hug him.

“thank god,” you whispered to yourself mostly. alfred returned the hug, “hello dear, i’m sorry for the fright,” you shook your head releasing him, “don’t apologize, i’m sorry i wasn’t here earlier, i just saw the news and came as quick as i could,” you responded, pulling away and finding home in the chair.

“the news? bruce didn't call you?” he asked, brows furrowed. “no he’s been uh,” you paused for a moment.” he’s been dodging my calls the past few days.” you finished, avoiding his eyes. “i swear im gonna hit that boy one of these days.” he muttered. “listen y/n, i promise it’s nothing personal, he’s just got alot on his mind, just give him some time.” he said, with a reassuring smile.

“thanks alfred,” you said, smiling back. “well i’m gonna let you get some rest, please call me if you need anything.” you squeezed his hand before getting up and walking towards the door. “and if you see bruce,” you paused turning back, “ could you just tell him when he’s ready, he knows where to find me.” he nodded, smiling at you.

you went back to your apartment that night and tried to do some work to keep your mind busy. you were in bed, typing on your laptop when you heard a knock on your door. you glanced at your clock, 1:37am it read. who could be knocking at your door at this hour? you heard the knock again, you quickly got up, slipping on a jacket before quietly making your way towards the door.

you looked through the peephole to find a disheveled bruce wayne, helmet in hand, waiting for the door to open. you gasp softly before yanking your door open. you both look at each other for a moment before you pulled him into the safety of your apartment. you closed the door quickly, grabbing the helmet and dropping it on the floor, before launching yourself into his arms.

you felt your bottom lip wobble as his arms wrapped around you, you shoved your face into his neck, your grip tightening, relieved he was okay. he kissed your temple before placing his head in your neck. you stayed there for a moment before you pulled back, whacking his chest.

“don’t you ever fucking do that to me again bruce wayne. you do understand how worried i was? not even a text really? even a simple ‘i’m okay y/n’? nothing? just radio fucking silence?” you yelled, tears flowing freely, in both relief and anger. “you fucking asshole, i was scared shitless something happened to you.” you paused, taking a breath.

he opened his mouth to reply, but you quickly cut him off. “no, i’m not done.” you said, holding a finger up. “alfred? are you fucking kidding me wayne? i had to find out something happened to alfred on the goddamn news? you couldn’t even tell me something happened? i may not be as close to him as you are but he’s still someone i fucking care about.” you felt your voice start to strain from yelling and crying.

“you’re lucky i love you or else i would kick the shit out of you for what you put me through. don’t you ever pull something like that again.” you whimpered, breathing heavily, tears still streaming down your face. he was silent for a moment before he spoke. “are you done?” you glared at him. “yeah, i’m done asshole.” you replied, folding your arms, turning away from him slightly.

he moved in front of you again, cupping your cheeks forcing you to look up at him. he wiped your tears before speaking, “i’m sorry sweetheart, you’re right i should have texted you, and i should’ve told you about alfred. i’ve been busy these last few days but that’s no excuse, i still should’ve called or texted.” he paused, “but i’m here now, and i promise i’ll tell you everything.” you looked at him confused.

“what do you mean tell me everything?” you asked. “come on, we gotta hurry okay, so let’s go. you’re staying with me for a few days.” he said, grabbing his helmet and your keys off the hook. pulling you towards the door. “woah woah wait, what? what are you talking about?” you asked , stopping him form going any further.

“come on we gotta hurry, you’re not safe here” he said pulling you once more. “bruce, stop, i’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on.” you said, taking your arm from his grasp. he turned to you, “do you trust me?” he asked, you furrowed your browns. “with my life.” you replied immediately.

“then please just come with me and i will explain everything later, i promise.” he said holding hid hand out. you look at him for a moment before nodding and taking his hand. “thank you.” he breathed before pulling out of the door successfully. you both ran down the stairs and out of your building, running to the familiar bike parked on the street.

he handed you the extra helmet he had on the back of his bike. you both put on your helmets, mounting the bike. “hold on tight sweetheart.” he said, flipping the visor down and starting the bike up. as soon as you wrapped your arms around his middle, he took off, speeding down the street.

you could see wayne tower in the distance before bruce took an unfamiliar turn down an alley. you lifted your head slightly, “where are we going?” you asked. bruce didn’t response, only went faster down the alley. after a few minutes he made another turn before going down a flight of stairs.

“oh shit.” you exclaimed, tighten your grip. you swear you heard him laugh, before drifting around a corner and speeding down a tunnel. you finally came to some sort of cave, and a bunch of bats scattered as you drove through, coming to a stop as you approached some sort of platform. you let go of bruce climbing off the bike, taking your helmet off. you looked around in awe.

bruce climbed off, taking off his helmet a well before grabbing your helmet, and setting them on the bike seat. you walked up the steps, leading to a huge desk, with screens, papers scattered on top, with a stool in front of it. “holy shit. what is this place?” you asked, turning to bruce who was behind you. “my cave.” he said looking around as well.

“what, like a bat cave?” you laughed, looking around once more. “who are you batman?” still laughing, looking back at him. he didn’t respond, only looking down for a moment before lifting his eyes to yours again.

you were confused before the realization dawned on you. “holy shit,” you whispered. “you are, aren’t you?” you asked in disbelief. he didn’t respond, only moving to the desk to look through the papers. “that’s where all those bruises and cuts came from isn’t it?” you asked. “and why you didn’t call or text me the past almost week ?” you tried to look him in the eyes but he just kept sifting through the papers.

“why did you keep this from me?” you asked softly. he ignored you still. “bruce.” you said, trying to get him to look at you. “bruce, please, talk to me.” you pleaded, grabbing his arm. he stopped, placing his hands on the edge of the desk, dropping his head, clenching his jaw. “you have to talk to me, let me in. please.” you whispered softly. he shook his head, letting out a shuttering breath.

you took this as your sign to duck under his arm, taking him in yours. he instantly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer, shoving his head into your neck. you rubbed his back, lifting your other hand to run through his hair. you kissed his head. “it’s okay, you’re okay.” you whispered into his ear. you stayed there for a moment before you pulled back.

your hands moved to his cheeks, wiping his tears. “what happened b?” you asked searching his eyes. he was silent for a moment, looking back at you before replying. “the riddler,” he looked down for a moment. “he’s been killing corrupt city officials, trying expose some sort of rat that helped with that huge drug case 20 years ago. he said it would unravel the city completely, showing how truly dirty gotham is.”

he paused for moment, “he said my dad’s foundation was the cause of everything. he’s the one that put out all of the dirt on my parents. he sent a package for me while i was at the orphanage. it was a c-4 explosive and alfred opened it, that’s why he’s in the hospital.” he shook his head, turning away from you, your hands dropping to your sides. “he’s there cause of me.” he whispered. looking over his shoulder slightly.

“absolutely not.” you said moving in front of him. “i will not let you blame yourself for that psychopaths behavior.” he avoided your eyes still. “hey, look at me.” he finally lifted his head, fresh tears, leaving wet streaks in their wake. “this is not your fault bruce wayne. you didn’t send a bomb to your home for alfred to open and get hurt.” he opened his mouth to respond.

“so help me god if you say he sent it because of you i’m gonna hit you because you didn’t force him to send it, he did that for his own bullshit reasons.” you said reading his mind.”but it is y/n. alfred never would have opened that package if the riddler wasn’t trying to kill me.” you hit his arm.

“what did i just say? last time i checked you didn’t send the package to get him hurt, so stop blaming yourself for shit you’re not responsible for. okay?” you asked, forcing his eyes to look into yours. “okay.” he whispered, nodding. “okay great, now how are we gonna stop him?” you asked, turning back to the desk, looking through the papers.

“woah, no, you’re not doing anything.” he said pulling you away from the desk. “you’re gonna go up to the penthouse and stay there until it’s safe.” you looked at him like he was crazy. “like hell i am, this asshole thinks he can go around threatening the people i love and i’m not letting you do this alone.” you said turning back to the table, grabbing different papers to read.”

“no you’re not, you’re staying here out of harms way, end of discussion.” he raised his voice, grabbing the papers from you. “and since when do you get to control what i do? huh bruce? last i checked, you weren’t my boyfriend and you certainly weren’t my keeper.” you were now facing him. “so give me the damn papers and let me help.” you said, ripping the papers out of his hand.

his nostrils flared as he took a deep breath. “give me the fucking papers y/n, i’m not messing around.” you looked a him in shock. his whole dementor changed and it almost scared you. “okay.” you nodded, handed him the papers, “i need you to go up to the penthouse and stay there.” he put the papers back on the desk. “okay.” you nodded, turning around to go to the elevator.

“y/n.” you heard behind you as you hit the button. you turned to look at him, waiting for a response. he walked towards you, placing a hand on your cheek once more. “i’m sorry.” he paused, “i just- i can’t lose you too. okay? so just, please stay up there so i know you’re safe.” he whispered, resting his forehead on yours.

you nodded, placing your hand on his wrist, rubbing your thumb against it. “okay, i will. just please promise me you’ll be safe. i can’t lose you either b.” he nodded, kissing your forehead. “promise sweetheart. i love you.” he said against your forehead. “i love you too b.” you pulled apart, looking at each other for a moment. “go save the city batman, i’ll be here for you when you get back.” you smiled, kissing his cheek, walking back to the elevator. he smiled at you once more before the doors closed, bring up to the top level of the wayne tower, to wait for his safe return.

a/n: hi, i actually had a really hard time writing this for some reason, i had to restart a couple of times because it just wasn't what i wanted it to be. i think because bruce wayne is such a serious character and i'm not used to writing like that. anyway, i did my best so let me know what you think, i hope you enjoyed!

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