#like painfully slow i want to take his character and pick it apart

[friendlypunk]

Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader (Outer Banks) - A collection of stolen moments.

if i were to fully commit to this would any of u read it??

“Have you ever stopped to think, just for a second,” he hisses, “that you don’t know as much about me as you seem to think?” The sneer is still there, ever-present. But it’s got a different jagged edge to it. This isn’t Rafe’s usual cockiness, or even his condescending derision. It’s hurt, raw and vulnerable, guarded as he still is, arms crossed and jaw set. The buzz cut only serves to make his sharp features look harder. More annoyingly handsome, and expensive, if that were even possible. A touch more polished, despite the nearly feral need for understanding in his eyes.

I run the words through my mind over and over, the same way I would my tongue with a split lip. Cautiously, curiously. Prodding. I have, but the thoughts never last, the same way the rare glimpses of something more from him never do. It’s never long before the mask is back on, before we revert back to who we are at our cores. A Kook and a Pogue, different in every way except one: We didn’t seem to hate each other nearly as much as we truly should. Moments like this one, stolen and forgotten soon after, seem to prove that again and again.

[emchant3d]

part 2 of runaway bride stevie! modern au, exes to lovers, transfem stevie harrington pt 1

Eddie Munson is not having a good day.

His phone died last night so his alarm didn’t go off, his bassist is sick so their gig tonight has to be canceled, and his last three Uber rides have stiffed him on a tip.

He accepts a request from some dude named Scott with a terrible comb-over in his profile picture and gives himself two seconds to bang his forehead into his steering wheel in frustration with a closed-mouth scream. Then he dials it back so he doesn’t seem absolutely fucking insane. He can see the suit he’s about to escort to some fucking meeting even though he’d rather be doing any-fucking-thing else, and he pastes a fake smile on to greet him. He’s gearing up to fall into the usual routine of this godforsaken job, but then it all goes a little sideways.

There’s movement from the corner of his eye, and then a blur of a body is slamming into poor Scott from behind, shoulder checking him and almost sending him careening onto the sidewalk. The dude pinwheels his arms like a cartoon character, suit jacket puffing up around his shoulders awkwardly, expression so baffled it makes Eddie snort despite himself.

“Oh, shit,” he mumbles, and he’s reaching for his seatbelt to see if the guy needs any help - he looks like he might break a hip if he hits the ground - but then a whirlwind of white fabric swoops into his backseat and a loud, desperate voice yells "DRIVE!" in his ear, and he sort of just thinks 'sure, why the fuck not,' and slams his foot on the gas.

The car fishtails a bit and the tires squeal as he swerves into traffic, horns honking after him, and he picks a direction at random, going way too fast for this area of town.

His heart is pounding in his chest, worst case scenarios running through his head. He’s going to get car jacked. He’s going to go to jail for being an unwitting getaway driver. But there isn’t any more yelling from the back seat, just heavy, panicked breathing, and he settles into traffic and slows down to a more normal speed before he cuts his eyes up to the rearview mirror.

Time stops.

It’s Stevie.

He can’t believe he didn’t recognize her the second he saw her, but in his defense, it's not like he was expecting to see his ex-girlfriend in a goddamn wedding dress running like she stole something today.

Pure panic wraps tight around his throat as he takes her in - is she hurt? In danger? Nothing good could have had her sprinting away from her own wedding, but it seems like she’s just shaken up.

His heart calms a bit once her tears dry and they get properly on the road.

And shit, it’s so unfair, because she's just as breathtaking as she was the day they split. She looks just as sad, too, which is certainly not how a woman like Stevie Harrington should look on her wedding day. But seeing her in a gown like that - Jesus Christ. His heart squeezes painfully in his chest. It’s like something out of a fantasy, seeing her in the exact kind of dress she used to whisper to him about wanting, the kind of dress he’d once promised to marry her in. Of course, they fell apart before he could even get a ring on her finger, but it still sends his stomach swooping to see the future they’d spoken about come to life.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” he can’t help but ask, glancing over his shoulder at her.

“Yeah,” she says, voice high and a little squeaky. “Yeah, I’m totally fine. Just in my ex-boyfriend's car after I left my fiance at the altar, it’s all fine, it’s chill.”

“Okay,” he says haltingly, delicately, because Stevie Harrington is not the kind of person who says it’s chill, “it’s just that, you know, all of that sounds decidedly not chill.”

“This is so chill. It’s the chillest I’ve ever been, actually - hold on–” she says, and next thing he knows a swirl of silk is blocking his view and he sputters a bit as the train of her dress smacks him in the face, but she’s clambering gracelessly from the back seat and over the console to plop down on the passenger side with a loud huff and a cloud of perfume.

It’s different from what she used to wear. She used to smell spicy and warm, with notes of amber and cinnamon. He’d kiss the little spots in her wrists where she’d spritz it on, trace the veins beneath the tan skin with his nose to keep the scent of her with him.

Now she smells like vanilla and something floral, airy and light. Like he stepped into a bakery. It’s not bad, of course it’s not bad, but it’s…different. Not her.

Or not his version of her, anyway.

This is someone else’s Stevie now, and she smells like fucking cookies instead of home.

Instead of commenting on it, he just tells her to put on her seat belt, and she looks at him like he’s an idiot.

“And wrinkle this dress?” she says, her nose curling a little, and God she’s such a bitch and he’s missed it so much.

“I hate to break it to you,” he tells her, “but some wrinkles are not the worst damage that thing has seen today.” There are small grey splotches on the bodice where her makeup dripped as she cried earlier, and the hemline has some muddy staining from her mad dash on the sidewalk. It’s not ruined, but it’ll have to be cleaned, and a couple of wrinkles will be the easiest thing to get out of the formerly pristine fabric.

He glances over at her in time to see her run her hands over the skirt of the dress, smoothing it out over her thighs. It shifts, the leg slit parting to show her skin, teasing at the hint of a crease where her thigh and stomach meet, and Eddie rips his gaze away to stare at the road instead.

“Probably for the best, anyway,” he says, and he feels her eyes latch onto his profile.

“And why’s that?” she asks, and he smirks.

“Well, pure white? C’mon, Stevie, we both know that’s a lie.” He flashes her a wicked grin and she makes an outraged sound, but a small smile is teasing at her mouth even as her cheeks flush.

She kicks off her heels - red bottoms, because of fucking course they are - and slouches in the seat. She pushes herself up, adjusting in the pile of silk and corsetry she’s been strapped into, and he sees the absolute mountain of a rock on her hand, and manages to bite his tongue about it being the gaudiest thing he’s ever seen.

"So who was the lucky guy?" Eddie asks before he can stop himself, and the glare Stevie gives him could cut glass. “Or lucky woman. Person? Far be it from me to deny you your bisexual rights.”

He probably sounds like a jealous asshole, but he can't help it. He's the getaway driver for his one that got away on her fucking wedding day, and he feels like he deserves to ask a few questions.

His hands tighten on the steering wheel as the silence lingers, but eventually, Stevie just groans, letting her head fall back against the headrest dramatically.

"Don't laugh," she demands, and Eddie shakes his head.

"Scout's honor," he promises, and he swears a wry little grin teases at her lips.

“You were never a scout. You would have been kicked out for inciting a riot.”

“Hey, I just ensured we all earned our arson badges, okay? I did every one of those kids a favor.” Stevie scoffs, and it almost sounds fond.

Then she says, “Tommy,” and he almost swerves into oncoming traffic.

"HAGAN?" he says, louder than he means to, and her hand flies up to grab the oh-shit bar.

“Eddie, Jesus!” she says, glaring at him, and he shakes his head, focusing back on the road.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, but fucking - really? “Really?” He can’t help himself. “Tommy Hagan?”

“Yes, really, Tommy Hagan,” she says hotly, like she’s defensive, like she didn’t just leave the schmuck at the fucking altar.

“Well that explains the ring, at least.” She reaches over, smacking at his arm, which, thanks to the aforementioned ring, is probably going to bruise. “Hey, ow!” He glares at her, taking a hand off the wheel to rub his bicep. “Watch it, that thing’s a weapon.”

“Then stop sassing me about it,” she snaps, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms and her face falls into that adorable bitchy little pout he’s always fucking loved, and he looks away again.

He can’t help but glance back over at her left hand. The ring is…certainly something. Giant, square, one big diamond surrounded by other, smaller diamonds, with even more diamonds on the band. It looks heavy and cumbersome and like she’s going to smack it into every wall and door and get it caught in her hair and seriously, he’s pretty sure he’s already got a knot forming on his arm where the thing hit him.

It looks like Tommy walked into the priciest jewelry store he could find and asked for the most expensive ring they had.

It looks like a status symbol.

It doesn’t look like her.

“Apologies, highness,” he says, shaking himself free of his thoughts. It’s not fair to hold her to those standards. He hasn’t spoken to her in years. He can’t know what kind of person she is now.

But there’s still a bone-deep knowing that overtakes him at the feeling of the woman next to him. A sense of deja vu so strong it threatens to knock him over.

A different car, a different time, a different circumstance, but the same person. The same love.

He’d picked a direction at random, but as the streets become more familiar, he realizes he’s heading towards his place. It’s as good as any, he figures, and he shifts lanes, reaching to tap on his phone and shutting down his Uber account.

“You know, I almost expected you’d still be driving that beat up old van,” Stevie says suddenly, and he crows a laugh.

“Ah, Van Halen, you served me well until you almost blew up on the highway,” he says fondly. “Lost her about a year ago. It was tragic. I held a funeral.” She laughs again, shaking her head.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” she says, turning that pretty smile his way, and his heart does a somersault.

“That was a very impressive move back there, by the way,” he tells her, “that shoulder check of that old defenseless businessman?” He whistles. “Haven’t seen anybody move that quick to steal an old man’s ride before, really, it should have been documented.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” she says, but there’s a laugh in her voice, and she brings up her hands to press to her pink cheeks. He can’t help but keep digging.

“No, seriously! And sprinting like that in heels? And in that dress? What’s that thing weigh, like twenty pounds?”

“It’s a dress, not a suit of armor,” she tells him, but her smile is growing, making her eyes crinkle.

“Just saying, it was pretty metal,” he shrugs, and she snorts.

“Well, you would know,” she says, and he ignores the way his face flushes in response. She gives a little sigh, wiping below her eye and frowning at the smear of black on her fingers.

“Here,” he says, reaching across her. His arm brushes her leg as he opens the glove box and he’s so fucking normal about it. He pulls out a few fast food napkins, holding them out to her. “No makeup wipes in here, but that’ll help with the worst of it.”

“Thanks,” she says, and she flips the visor down, tapping a napkin to her tongue to wet it before wiping at the mascara tracks running down her face. “God,” she groans, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn smear, “I look like a raccoon.”

“A very cute raccoon,” he says before he can stop himself. Jesus, Munson, dial it back. “Like the raccoon that’s about to get the best trash in the bin, she doesn’t even have to ask for it.” Stop talking. “The other raccoons are just gonna give it to her, on account of how cute she is.” He’s gonna throw himself into traffic.

“Did you just call me a raccoon on my wedding day,” she asks. Fine, commit to the bit.

“You called yourself a raccoon on your wedding day. I was just agreeing with you,” he replies, keeping his eyes fixed to the road.

Her eyes are on him - he can feel her stare burning into the side of his face, and his cheeks are going pink and blotchy and God, he’s an idiot–

And then she laughs. Not her polite little contained laugh, either, no, this is that loud, wide mouthed laugh that she hates, that makes her shoulders shake and her head fall back. It’s squeaky and hearty and a little obnoxious and he’s always been so obsessed with getting her to let it out, and he can’t help the smug beaming little smile he gives at the sound.

“You’re such an ass,” she says through her laugh, and Eddie can’t help but laugh with her even if it’s at his own expense, because at least she doesn’t look so goddamn sad anymore.

When they finally reach his apartment complex she’s a little more subdued, but the look on her face isn’t totally heartbreaking, and he’ll take what he can get. He comes around to the passenger side to open her door for her and helps her gather the dramatic skirt of her dress to keep it off the pavement as they head towards the stairs, and he knows he looks like an insane person as he carts a bride down the hall, but he just smiles at his nosy neighbors and lets this cement his reputation as the weird as fuck off-putting metalhead he knows they all think of him as.

He feels a little self conscious as he opens the apartment door for her, sweeping an arm dramatically to allow her to enter first. For the first time since she swept into his car, he wonders if this is a good idea. But it’s too late now – Stevie’s giving him a little smile and stepping into his home, and part of him knows this was inevitable. She may not have called him, but he was always going to come if she needed him.

He follows her inside and tries to calm the pounding of his heart, watching her take in his space, struck all over again by her beauty and the impossibility of her standing here, and silently prays he isn’t going to fuck it up all over again.

this was almost even longer, but I figure 2.5k is enough for a part 2! no tag lists, sorry, but part 3 will be here at some point. thank you to everyone who's had a kind word to say about this au these two are very near and dear to me 💕

[starkeygirlposts]

Boyfriend turned Step-Bro Rafe Cameron x Reader

SERIES MASTERLIST

Summary: You've been dating Rafe Cameron for 3 years, and one day Ward and your mom tell you they're getting married.

This is a snippet of a fic I'm going to see if I want to continue writing. Please let me know if you'd like it to be continued.

I'm not diving too deep on details or character traits in this, as it's just a blurb/idea for a full fic.

Trigger warnings: stepcest, underage, drugs, pregnancy

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The Rafe Cameron who became your boyfriend when you were sixteen years old was not the Rafe Cameron who people referred to your step-brother at eighteen.

The complete opposite, really.

Your parents separated when you were in your sophomore year of high school, your dad moving across the country to California when he met his mistress on a business trip while you and your mom kept a tidy home. The affair nearly killed your mom, and she learned to lean on none other than your boyfriends dad.

Ward was the perfect fill-in for your mom for a while. She was just having a good time, she'd told you. "He occupies my mind Y/N, does that make me such a bad mom?" Like you being upset with your mother being however which way involved with your boyfriends dad was so out-of-this-world believable. Truth was, yes it made her a bad mom. Not just because it put you and Rafe in an uncomfortable position, but because you were struggling yourself after having your family as you knew it blown apart.

But she wasn't just "having a good time." Or rather, maybe she was having too good a time. Because on a Thursday evening at the Cameron's dinner table that you all had gathered for, Ward held your moms hand and told you all that they were getting married.

That day, your world fell apart, and Rafe started to become someone you soon would not recognize. Rafe's hand slipped from your thigh, gone the tender loving warm fingertips, drawing lazy hearts on your skin.

You looked over at Rafe before doing or saying anything to anyone else, and his eyes were higher than yours, connecting with his father's in an expression you could only imagine was pure hatred. Because Rafe could never live up to his father in any sense, and now he was taking away the one thing that kept his feet planted to the earth. Of course he was. You flinched when Rafe's chair scraped like nails on the tile flooring, as he darted from the table outside to his truck, leaving you to pick up the pieces. How badly you'd wanted to chase after him. But when your eyes connected with Ward's, the decision made for you.

You didn't even need to ask.

"Unless you want to live with your father in California, you and Rafe will stop whatever it is you two have going on." Ward had told you.

You looked to your mom as if she'd help you - feel some semblance of remorse for you. You'd met Rafe first. Three years ago. You'd been the only reason your mother even met Ward. But why should you be so surprised that what she wanted was more important than your happiness?

From that day, Rafe started slowly slipping from you. A hollow shell of the boy you loved so deeply and painfully. He'd drink himself to sleep every Friday and Saturday night, breathe cocaine on the other nights, and wave you off when you tried to ask him to slow down.

"Y/N, you want me to stop? To make you happy? What do you do anymore that makes me happy?" You'd touch his cheek and guide his head down to make his eyes meet yours, and you'd stare into them - hoping for a shimmer of your boyfriend to snap back and remember.

He'd shrug away from you, his hand brushing you off and leave you watching his back as he'd resume slowly killing not only himself, but you too. But his coldness didn't stop him from sneaking into your room past midnight to have sex with you. Not that you wish he'd stop, because you so badly craved his touch, eager for it any way he'd offer it. Mean, rough, kind, tender; you'd take any of him just to feel connected.

So when you'd texted Rafe to meet you in your room after dinner on Thursday night nearly one year after your world truly blew apart, hoping you'd get to him before the white powder did, he locked the door behind him and the black in his eyes told you he'd already gotten his fix. But your small hand came up to his chest as he approached you, seated cross legged on your pink floral bed spread, clutching the stick in your other hand. You looked up at him and when you locked eyes, he understood, because he took your hand from his chest and squeezed it in his own before leaning down to touch his lips to yours.

"I miss you, baby. My beautiful girl."

His breath was hot against your mouth, his scent so familiar and home to you. You couldn't stop the tears from falling from your eyes, your hand loosening from his hand to hold onto his forearm that connected to the fingers clutching your jaw tenderly but firmly in place, kissing you like he loved you again.

How badly you missed him, too.

"Rafe, please..."

Your hand falls and his breaks from your jaw, and you take this moment to capture his hand with your fingers and place the stick into his palm. His eyes break away from yours to look down at what you've given him, and you watch with tears streaming down your face as his brows furrow, his feet shuffling to back up and you brace yourself.

He doesn't do what you expect him to do, though. He stares so deeply down into his palm that when his eyes do reconnect with yours, confusion in his own eyes, his head tilting just the slightest and you're trembling, waiting for the shoe to drop.

"This...this is a -- you're..." His eyes screw up shut and he shakes his head like he's imagining things and he's crazy. "A baby?" He finally asks, looking up at you again and you can only nod.

"My baby?" He asks again, and you nearly scoff, because really? Was he kidding? Who else was sneaking into your room after midnight, invading your body and your thoughts?

"Yes, Rafe, I'm pregnant with your baby." You tell him, standing and he's still shaking his head, eyes bunching up as if he's being told the craziest thing in the world - because really, he is. But you've sat with this for the entire day and while your reaction wasn't as confused, you too felt the familiar disbelief.

You watch his chest rise and fall, deep breaths in and out before you're in a whirlwind and he closes the distance between you and pulls you to him, tucking your head underneath his chin, the back of your skull rested protectively in his large palm. His lips are at your forehead when he tells you

"I'm going to take care of it. They're not keeping me from my kid."

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[ienjoywritingfilth]

the blue burrow part ii

trope: sugar daddy PP character: Dave York x f reader story summary: money has always been a hard thing to come by, so when a handsome man offers you everything you've ever dreamed of, you'd be an idiot to say no, right? chapter summary: Dave returns to see you and you both make plans.

warning: alcohol.strippers. smoking. finger kissing. book mansplaining. Dave York being hot as fuck just by existing. just so you know this story is gonna get 18+ in later chapters

words 3.7k

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part ii: the blue burrow

You think about Dave for the entire week.

You think about his eyes as you clean your kitchen.

You think about his voice when you go for a walk to pick up a carton of milk.

You think about how he walks when you make dinner for you and your stepfather during one of your visits. It's burnt macaroni and cheese but manageable to choke down. 

You think of Dave's deep chuckle when you do repairs on the leaking faucet in the bathroom in the shitty apartment you rent.

You think of his kindness when you take a fifty from the wad of cash he gave you and spoil yourself by getting a manicure.

You think of him when you decide on the baby blue colour, the same shade as the tie he often wears. 

You think of how good he smells when you tuck yourself into bed. And you think of his body in his suit as you touch yourself at night, cumming hard when you recall the way he called you Sleeping Beauty. 

You can't understand why you can't stop thinking about him. It's it his generosity? His quiet confidence?

You realize somewhere between Real Housewives and a documentary about overfishing that the reason you like Dave is because he listened to you like you were the only person on the planet. His attention was completely focused on you. He never pushed, he never tried to touch you, he never initiated something you weren't comfortable with. 

And then it's Friday. A day that has arrived both painfully slow and terrifyingly fast. You shave everywhere, you curl your hair and gloss your lips before spritzing yourself with a light, sweet-scented perfume. 

You kiss your stepfather on the top of his head and remind him that there's leftovers for him on the top shelf of the fridge. He thanks you, taking a swig from his beer and an hour later you arrive at the Blue Burrow just in time to see Tiffany walk off the stage two hundred dollars richer. 

"Your gentleman caller coming in tonight?" She teases you breathlessly as she rubs the glitter from her chest with a wet wipe in front of her light up mirror.  

"Dunno," you lie even though he said he'd be coming in. 

All the girls know about your crush on Dave. Ever since he turned both Tiffany and Candi down for a lap dance. And they keep assuring you he feels the same because they tell you he was watching you the last time you were working, looking away quickly when you glanced his way. 

The thought brings heat to your cheeks every time and a pulse between your legs. 

"He'll be in," Tiffany assures you with a wink. She tosses her caramel colored hair over her shoulder before leaning forward to you, urging you to do the same. "I know when a guy wants to fuck, girl. Trust." 

You look away from her, finding the eye contact with her words intense. It makes you giggle nervously. You won't lie, the thought of fucking Dave is more than enticing. You just know he's good at what he does in and out of the bedroom; he's got the focus of a man who wants to be good at everything. 

"Oooh you got your nails did," she says holding your fingers in hers. "You never have fancy nails!"

"Yeah well, I had a bit of extra cash this week," you shrug, pleased that she noticed. "Wanted to do something special."

"Good for you," she says dropping your hand so she can squeeze your shoulder. "You deserve good things, honey." 

You can feel the moment quickly turning somber and so you force a smile before remarking that you better get on the floor before Jared loses his shit. 

The start of your shift is the usual, patrons filling up on beer and cheap wings while the bass of the music on the stage pounds in your ears. You're just returning to the bar when you're intercepted by the other server on the floor. She’s trying to brush past you, but you see the tears in her eyes.  

“What’s the matter, Rita?” you ask, rubbing her back as she sniffles.

“It’s nothing,” she hiccups.

“Babe.”

“I-I need to get Robby this steroid thing for his lungs but they’re so fucking expensive and I’m pulling doubles and-“

“Stop, stop,” you whisper, holding her and rocking her back and forth. “How much do you need?”

“Like three hundred dollars.”

Fuck. All the money you got from Dave last week went to rent and your manicure. You don’t have anything until payday.

“We’ll figure something out,” you promise, even though you have no idea how you’ll manage to pull of that miracle.

“Am I paying you to gossip or to serve customers?”

Jared the asshole boss swoops in and the two of you break apart.

“Sorry Jared,” you both mutter, trying to hold in your sneers. Jared pops the gum in his mouth obnoxiously before rolling his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, sorry doesn’t pay the bills. Now get your asses out there and sell some booze.”

He takes the cash from the register, slipping it into an envelope and heading out the door to the bank.

"Can you take over my tables for like, two minutes?" Rita asks with a mournful look after he exits. "Ryan’s coming here with Robby and-"

"Take your half hour," you assure her. "I'll cover. No sweat."

She squeezes you in a quick side hug with a breathless thank you. You watch as she goes jogging to the front of the club. You see a man about her age waiting with a baby in his arms looking anxious. 

Rita's kid is often in and out of hospital with a chronic respiratory issue he was born with. Rita and her husband Mark are young, barely out of college and you know this stress takes its toll on them. Rita is so sweet despite everything that goes on in her life, everyone loves her. 

You take over her tables, making sure they everyone is satisfied with their food and drinks. You're just about to swing back to the bar when you hear a low voice behind you. 

"Busy night." 

Everything in you clenches as you turn around to face the voice. You try to bite back the smile but it's useless the second you see him. Dave sits at his usual table near the back and the second he smiles at you; your face breaks into a beam. 

"Hey stranger." You hold the drink tray under your arm, smoothing your suddenly clammy hands on the apron tied at your waist. 

"Glad you were actually working today.”

"What? You thought I'd give you the wrong day?"

"Never know," Dave shrugs, tipping back in his chair. "You mighta thought I was a creep." 

"No," you say quickly, too quickly. "I don't."

Dave nods, his dark eyes falling to your hands where you hold the tray at your side. He reaches across the two of you, taking your fingers between his large digits. 

"You did something to your nails."

He holds your fingers in his large hand, thumb coming to graze the back of your knuckles as he takes in the shiny gloss. Your heart skips an entire two beats.

"Uh ye---yeah, I got them done." You give him a shy smile as he examines your manicure closely. "I should actually be thanking you for them."

Dave raises his eyes to yours with question. 

"Your money is the reason I was able to treat myself," you explain. “I've always wanted to get a manicure but could never justify the cost."

The smile that spreads over Dave's face rivals the very sun. He looks like you've just told him he won the lottery. He smiles so broadly you see a dimple in the apple of one cheek and it makes you hold in a dreamy sigh.

"Yeah?"

You nod and he finally releases your hand, you let it fall to your side, missing the connection already. 

"Why blue?"

Because they match the ties you always wear. 

"I just like the colour." 

Dave nods, leaning back in the chair as Cinnamon’s song ends behind you. He still has that dopey grin on his face and it makes your heart flutter. He opens his mouth to say something else when a flurry of movement distracts you. 

"I'm back, thank you so much," Rita says giving a thankful look as she takes the drink tray from you. "I'll take over. You go have your break." 

Rita has no idea about Dave or the massive crush you're harbouring on him. She has no clue that she's getting in between a major flirt session. 

"Uh, thanks," you say trying not to look too disappointed. You give Dave a short wave before making your way to the back room. 

You grab your bag from your locker which consists of your dinner- casserole leftovers and your latest read. You head out the back door into the breezy evening. You take the seat in the alley between the buildings, eating your meal and reading.  

"I really do like the colour."

You look up to see Dave standing there at the corner, watching you read as he holds  a cigarette loosely in between his fingers. He smiles as you do. 

"I wanted to do rainbow," you confess. "One color for each finger but they wanted to charge extra so I decided blue was a good choice."

Dave is quiet for a moment, looking thoughtful. "So what're you reading tonight, Sleeping Beauty?"

You flush, pleased. 

"Don Quixote."

"I just realized you're on your break," Dave says shaking his head as he sees you curled up there with your food on your lap. “I’ll give you space.”

"No," you say quickly. "I like talking to you. Please stay."

You don’t miss how Dave’s cheeks flush slightly. He moves his long limbs to shuffle next to you on the rickety old bench in the alley. You offer him a bite of your casserole and not surprisingly he shakes his head.

“Not hungry, but thanks.”

You nod, poking at the charred remnants of your casserole. “I don’t blame you, it’s pretty shit.���

“Why are you eating it?”

“Because last time I checked groceries don’t grow on trees,” you say with a sardonic laugh.

"I have to head out," Dave says looking disappointed. "How about when I come in next week we can get that champagne room again and you can talk all about Sancho Panza?" 

"You've read it?"

"I have." Dave smiles at you. "You working next Friday?"

“Yep.”

“Okay, see you then, bookworm.”  

He walks away and you bite back the giggle that’s there in your chest. It makes you feel fluttery to think of going back to that room with him. You hope he doesn’t expect a dance though. You really like Dave and the thought that he sees you as just a fun time makes you suddenly self conscious.

Nevertheless you head back inside after your break, a skip to your step. You’re about grab your tray and head to the tables when Rita catches your eye. She’s dabbing at her eyes with the corner of her apron but when she sees you she waves, calling you over. When you go up to her behind the bar she gives you a watery smile and slides an envelope across the bar to you. It’s a simple black envelope.

“Your friend left this for you,” she says. You flush, knowing right away that it’s from Dave when you see that its simply got “Sleeping Beauty” on the front. Curious you look inside, gob smacked when several hundred dollar bills peer up at you. A quick inventory tells you that there is a thousand bucks inside. You stomach jumps.

A thousand dollars? Does Dave run a charity? Is he some philanthropist that haunts strip clubs? Whatever it is, it’s the answer to a very specific prayer. You pull five hundred dollars from inside the envelope, slapping them into a shocked Rita’s hand and telling her to “keep the change.”

--------------------------

Rita won’t stop texting you.

You are an angel from heaven.

I am making you dinner.

I cannot believe you don’t want me to pay you back.

Do you like anchovies?

Robby is breathing so much better. Attached is a photo of Robby grinning up at the camera.

Your heart swells. But at the same time you wish you had given her the money anonymously. All this attention feels gross, especially when it’s not like you did anything for it. You helped out a friend, just like anyone would.

When Friday rolls around you’re thankful Rita isn’t scheduled to work because you don’t know that you could take the adulation. You glance at your watch several times through your shift, and at eight pm on the dot he arrives.

When Dave walks in, dressed in his customary suit looking so handsome it hurts, he meets your eyes and just tilts his head towards the champagne room when you look at him. You practically skip after him, feeling your chest swell happily.   

"Hey," he says warmly. 

“Hi.”

You notice he has a black briefcase with him today. He must have come right from the office. You wonder what kind of line of work he’s in. He seems like he’s in finance if the clothing and confidence are anything to go by. But his demeanor and his sweetness make you think that he works with people.

"I'd like to order back to back dances if possible," he explains to Randy as the two of you approach. "How much for an hour?" 

Randy raises his brows at this, shooting you a look. You nod, smiling eagerly. Your joy is short lived though as a cough sounds behind you. 

"Where are you going?"

The two of you turn to see you boss Jared with his hands on his hips like a scolding parent. You immediately shrink at the irritation in his features. 

"I requested a private experience with your employee."

"We got plenty a girls that'll give you what you want," Jared replies. "Ones that actually know how to dance."

"I don't want the other girls," Dave says. "I want her." 

You feel your heart squeeze at his words and the command in his tone. This Dave doesn't resemble the man you usually see with gentle words and soft gazes. This Dave is glaring openly at Jared, his body poised at your side like a cobra preparing to strike. 

"We don't let servers off the floor," your boss scowls. "Takes away from the other customers."

You have never hated Jared more than this moment. 

Dave looks the man up and down before reaching into his pocket. You don't see the amount he pulls from his sleek leather wallet but it must be a lot because when he passes it into Jared's pudgy hand, his bald head gets pinker. 

"If anyone complains about slower service buy them a drink on me." 

Dave's hand flies to your lower back, gently urging you ahead of him into the room. You wait for Jared to deny you again but he simply nods before going to count through the stack of bills. 

Once inside Randy closes the door, giving you a nod that says I’m just right here.

You and Dave take the same seats as the first time you were here and he grins at you, bringing a briefcase onto his lap and opening it with a snap as sultry music begins in the background. You curl your legs up under you, looking at him.

“I brought you something.”

Inside is a leather-bound book. He hands it over to you, watching with anticipation as you open it to the first page. You let out a loud guffaw and he joins in with a deep chuckle.

“Slaughterhouse Five? Really?”

“I think you need to give it a re-read,” he insists with a wink that sets your heart hammering.

“For you, I will,” you promise him, gazing down at the beautiful book. You don’t think you’ve ever owned anything so expensive-looking on your bookshelf.

“I uh, I got you something too, actually,” you admit. You reach into your back pocket, to the wrapped item you bought this week at the mall. Dave looks utterly shocked as he takes it from you, his dark eyes wide.

“You bought me a gift?”

“Yeah,” you nod, hesitating when he doesn’t move to open it. “Is that okay?”

“Yes, of course,” Dave nods. “I just. . . You didn’t have to.”

“I know that,” you say with a roll of your eyes. You nudge his arm with your elbow.  “Open it, tell me what you think.”

Dave opens your pathetic wrapping job, pulling out a pale blue tie with weaving as the pattern. The second you’d seen it in the shop you’d fallen in love with it. It matches your blue nailpolish perfectly.  

“It’s from Tom Ford,” you explain as Dave stares at it. “The girls told me it’s a good brand.”

You stop, realizing you sound like a salesperson for the store. 

“These are expensive.”

“Yeah, well, you tip well what can I say?”

Dave looks unhappy and your smile dies.

“You don’t like it?”

“Of course I do it’s just. . . That money was meant for you,” he explains, his thumb tracing along the fabric of the tie. “I wanted you to spend it on something you wouldn’t normally.”

“I did,” you explain with a shrug.

“Not on someone else,” he says. “I wanted you to spoil yourself.”

“I did,” you repeat. “I got this manicure last week remember?”

“With a colour you settled on.”

“I like blue.”

“You wanted rainbow.”

“Are we really arguing about this?”

You can’t help but let out a breathless laugh, shocked at how this conversation has gone. You’re amused but also a little irritated. You reach out your hand for the tie, your eyes on the ground. Tonight isn’t turning out how you wanted.

“If you don’t want it I’ll take it back.”

Silence.

You raise your gaze to see Dave staring at you. You lower your hand, seeing that he still has the tie in his hand. 

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “I love the tie. I just wasn’t expecting a gift.”

You watch as his fingers go to his collar, loosening the current navy tie he wears, something called a Stefano Ricci that he tosses into the briefcase. He replaces it with the pale blue tie you bought him, knotting it with ease and grinning at you.

“How’s it look?”

“I like the colour,” you smile toothily as you bring your hand to the bottom of his tie, showing him how it matches your manicure perfectly. “A good match isn’t it?”

“I’ll say,” Dave smiles softly.  

He takes your hand in his, thumb rubbing the center of your palm. You sigh softly, watching as he raises your hand to his mouth. Your breath hitches as he presses his pillowy lips against your fingertips.

“Thank you.”

You finally find your voice after you swallow, nodding. “Welcome.”

He finally lowers your hand, placing it back on your lap before tilting back a bit, his arm on the back of the booth seat.

“So, I was promised an in depth discussion about Sancho was I not?” he asks playfully.

For the next forty minutes the two of you discuss Don Quixote, the themes, the symbolism, your favourite parts and the parts that made you sad.

“Why do you feel sorry for Don Quixote?”

“Because he was a fool,” you explain. “Those people pitied him. He was mocked.”

“He’s living out his dreams,” Dave assures you. “So few people are brave enough to do that. We should envy him, not pity him.”

“I don’t agree.”

“Well, then I think you’re very confident in your misunderstanding of the novel.”

You burst out into a laugh and Dave chuckles again, that warm melodious sound that makes you shuffle closer to him, not even realizing it.

“You always have to be right, don’t you?”

"Not all the time." Dave breaks into a wry grin. "But pretty often." 

"Can I ask you something, Dave?" 

"Shoot."

"Why do you come to a strip club? You're not like the usual clientele." You quickly amend that. "Not saying the people who come here are bad. It's just that a lot of them aren't as polished."

That sounds awful. You are about to rephrase your statement but Dave gives you a look of amusement from underneath his long lashes.

"I started coming because I saw you worked here." 

"What?"

"That first night I saw you helping that guy in the cab I was intrigued. It's not a lot of people who would care that some barfly got home safe." 

You feel guilt lodge in your throat at this but you swallow it down. 

"But you were outside the club."

"I was in a meeting next door with a client when I stopped for a cigarette. That's when I saw this beautiful woman helping a man into the back of a taxi." 

"Oh." 

Your cheeks feel hot. 

A knock comes at the door. Randy is signaling that the hour is up. How did time move so quickly. Dave stands up, holding out a hand for you to take. He helps you to a stand and then remembering the rules of the champagne room quickly drops your hand.

"Your boss didn't seem too happy about me taking you away during work,” Dave observes as you gather your book.

"He's an asshole."

"Still. It might be nice to discuss classic literature somewhere a little more inviting. Would you be interested in getting coffee sometime?" Dave asks. "My treat of course." 

"You already treat enough," you say waving the offer away as you hold up your book. "Coffee is on me and if you're extra good maybe I'll throw in a muffin too."

Dave chuckles deeply at this, his eyes disappearing as he grins at you.

"So that's a yes?"

"Would this be, like, a date?"

"If you want it to be, yeah."

"I want it to be."

Dave gives you a genuine smile and the two of you make plans to meet on Saturday at the busy Starbucks in town. Even though you like Dave you still don't know him very well. You have to play it safe and meet somewhere public and bustling. 

“Promise me you'll give the Slaughterhouse Five a shot this weekend, okay?" he asks before you part at the door.

You nod, hugging the books to your chest.

"I promise." 

[good-beanswrites]

I can't stop thinking of Kyanako's Order of Attack au... there's something so moving to me about how things getting so much worse could be what finally causes Amane to get better -- seeing Fuuta dying may be the final straw of getting her to rethink her rejection of medicine. Been a while since I've attempted something whump-y, this was fun to work with.

Tw for mentions/contemplation of death. I don't go into detail about the cult but the doctrines are implied through it all.

Fuuta was not a big fan of dying.

When he imagined his own death, he always pictured it as something dramatic and fast. Action heroes going out in a show of explosions and gunfire. Fantasy characters meeting the shining end of a blade. Even when he accepted his place in Milgram, it filled his mind with images of gallows and electric chairs. 

Whatever this slow, lengthy fever was, it was pissing him off. 

He’d lost all sense of time. He could no longer tell which hour the prison bells were marking -- morning and night blended together. Dreaming and waking blended together. His head injury and broken leg and broken bones blended together. It was all just pain at the end of the day. He had nonstop visitors that kept him awake and asked him too many questions and prodded his injuries and made his head spin. Somehow, he was simultaneously alone every time he rolled over to talk to someone. Painfully, suffocatingly alone. 

If Kotoko was going to kill him with those ridiculous emo boots of hers, she should have just done it. He was losing his mind here: devoid of all energy, suffering through broken bones and a cracked head, and boiling in an increasingly fiery fever. Maybe that was the reason he stopped commenting when he watched Amane pocket the medicine Shidou had left him. Maybe that was why he’d stopped following Shidou’s instructions himself. Even after losing an eye and taking a beating herself, Amane always looked at peace. He was tired of dealing with all of this. He wanted a bit of that peace.

Regardless of why, it was working. His fever had quickly gone from the biggest pain in his ass to the very thing that dulled his racing thoughts. 

He awoke suddenly, or maybe he’d already been awake. He couldn’t feel anything in his limbs. There was only a breathless heat around him. He raised himself into a sitting position, looking for a drink. Moving his head felt like one of those glitching computer windows that leaves a trail of copies behind it. The room swam around him. His eyes moved absently around him.

Fuuta picked up the glass that someone had left him. His fingers were clumsy, and it immediately went crashing to the ground. He hardly heard the noise as it broke apart on the concrete below. 

He swung his legs over the side of the bed. He’d just go get a drink himself. Shidou told him not to get up without help. But what did he know? Thinking of the man ordering him around only drove Fuuta to step out of bed even quicker. He cried out, pain shooting through his leg. That was right, it was broken… 

Fuuta looked down, finding himself on the ground. It was so hot. Maybe this is what she felt, he thought numbly. Was it this slow for her too? Probably not. She had no regrets to fill the time like he did. The heroes got quick, beautiful deaths, and it was the villains who had to suffer the long ones. 

He lifted his right palm from where it had caught his fall. The shattered glass on the floor had cut into it. Shattered glass? What had broken? He stared blankly at the blood dripping down. 

He didn’t have the strength to raise himself up. He was burning. Why was he on the ground? Was he bleeding? He could barely breathe. What was he doing here, anyway? He just wanted to curl up and sleep. He was so weak... just to lie down... he wouldn't have the strength to get back up again. Was that such a bad thing...?

A voice caught his attention. His eyes struggled to focus on the figure who’d come running into the cell. He couldn’t understand a word of what she was saying, but he was happy when she pressed her cool little hands against his forehead. 

He allowed her to prop him up next to the bed. She held onto his hand, squeezing it tight. Why was she holding it like that? That hand was bleeding. When did that happen?

Her arms wrapped tightly around him. He wanted to shove her away -- it was too hot -- but couldn’t. In his ear, he could make out her words. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please, Fuuta. Don’t leave me alone. I’m so sorry...”

As she pulled back, he recognized Amane. Her uninjured eye was filled with tears. Was she upset? He thought he’d been making her happy. He wanted to keep making her happy. He’d never made anyone happy before. 

He opened his mouth to say something, but no words would come out. They all scrambled up in his mouth. He felt the cell swirling around him.

Amane raised her voice. She looked desperately upwards. “This can’t be --! This isn’t right!” 

Fuuta looked up at the ceiling. There was nothing there. 

“I can’t do this anymore.”

She continued talking. Fuuta was too busy studying the ceiling. She was shouting. Or maybe crying. Fuuta didn’t like that she was so upset. Huh, had there been someone there? He surveyed the empty cell. What was he doing on the ground?

He looked down at his hand. The sheet from his bed had been pulled down and wrapped hastily around it. Why? His eyes felt sticky as he blinked. Everything hurt. It was so hot. What was going on? He was so angry. He was so scared. He wanted to cry. Why was he here? Why couldn’t he just hurry up and die already?

The next time she entered, Fuuta recognized Amane instantly. Her one hand pointed to him, the other held onto someone else. The second figure hurried over to him. 

Fuuta was not a big fan of dying. Shidou reassured him he wouldn’t.

—

“You’re wearing the eyepatch,” Fuuta observed. 

He was playing a dangerous game, drawing attention to it like that. He was too exhausted, and his curiosity won out over his better judgment. If Amane was going to explode with one of her typical speeches, he’d just let her.

She didn’t. 

Amane’s hand drifted up to her eye. It had been hastily covered before, but now it was cleaned and wrapped in professional-grade materials. She simply said,  “Kajiyama Fuuta. How do you feel?”

“Like shit.”

“But--”

“-- But I’m better, yeah.”

Amane nodded, her shoulders releasing. 

“Oi, I haven’t seen you in a while. Not since…” He wasn’t sure how to finish the sentence. Shidou had told him what happened, but it was difficult to believe. He couldn’t quite trust his own memory of the night. No matter how much clearer his mind felt since receiving proper treatment, those days of fever still muddled together. He heard that Amane had up and switched her beliefs overnight -- she was now complacent about all of Shidou's treatments -- but Fuuta knew people didn't just change like that. He wanted to hear it for himself.

She lowered her gaze in shame. “I… I thought you hated me.” Her voice was steady. “As you should. I almost killed you. I accept any ill will you may feel.”

“I -- what? You’re wrong. You… it wasn’t…” He grabbed his head, grunting in frustration.

After standing awkwardly in the entryway the whole time, Amane took a few steps inside. She made it to his bedside when he finally collected his thoughts. 

“It was your fucked up family or whatever that caused everything. They did this. And I went along and made things worse.” He looked away. His next words felt stupid to say to a little kid. He felt like the most pathetic, weak, loser. But it was too important not to say.

“They almost killed me. You saved me.”

[xxsabitoxx]

Characters include: Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Yuta, Toge, Megumi, Itadori, Sukuna (true form), Toji & Naoya

Warnings: contains descriptions of cunnilingus

A/N: goin big with this one lol. I have a demon slayer version with 8 of the Hashira and it was pretty well received! So I figured doing a JJK version would be fun :)

Gojo Satoru

Oh this man… he’s a sweet talker and knows how to coax you into doing whatever he wants. Though you don’t need much coaxing when he asks if he can eat you out. He prefers you laying on your back, that way he can watch your chest rise and fall, pick up in pace and stutter all together. He’s agonizingly slow, he’ll place messy open mouth kisses all over your inner thighs before even daring to get close to your pussy. His hands will be spreading your thighs apart, keeping them wide open no matter how hard you try and close them or squirm away. He’ll nudge your clit with his nose, mouth hanging open so you feel his breath. He won’t do much else until you a begging him, telling him how badly you want to feel his tongue. When Satoru finally gives in, he doesn’t disappoint. Your left clinging to the bedsheets with his face buried between your thighs. He teases you by focusing on your entrance, leaving your clit to be neglected except for the occasional bump of his nose. It’s not till he can feel you squirming, cunt pulsing under his tongue that he finally acknowledges your clit. He’s rough, tongue sweeping across it over and over and occasionally sucking on it. He only introduces his fingers if he wants to feel you gush around him, he’ll pump them in perfect rhythm with his sucking. Satoru will clean up the mess as well, not a single drop of your arousal or release go to waste.

Nanami Kento

You’d think he’d be pretty composed while going down on you, that isn’t actually the case. I’d like to think that Nanami’s guilty pleasure is eating you out. He’s not one to tease, he’d rather overwhelm and overstimulate you over and over until there is a wet mark on the sheets. He’ll lap so greedily at your cunt, pulling away occasionally to praise you, tell you how good you taste, how cute you are, etc etc. He’ll take you in any position, similar to Satoru, he likes to see you while he eats you out. However, he prefers you to be flat on your back or on your knees, ass up for him to see. He’ll drag his blunt nails up and down your thighs, mumbling against your clit as he kisses it. He’ll tongue fuck you if he’s in the mood to tease, but most of the time his lips are suctioned to your clit. He loves feeling it pulse, the dull throbbing that tells him you are oh so turned on for him. It’s rare that he’ll make you beg, only because he’s addicted to your taste. He’ll add his fingers in if you request for him too, most of the time he just prefers using his mouth. It’s more satisfying for him, hell sometimes he’ll even cum untouched because he’s enjoying you so much. He finds your soft pleas to be like music, he’ll hum against your cunt, sending vibrations straight through you as encouragement to be louder. He’s a sucker for making you gush all over his mouth and fingers and will happily clean you up

Geto Suguru

He’s such a tease, he loves to make you feel embarrassed. He gets off on it really. He’ll make you ask him to eat you out, he’s made it very clear that he won’t do anything unless you describe to him in detail what you want done to you. He’ll have you in an position you want, he especially enjoys face sitting. When I tell you this man will make it a show? He’ll either record himself or make you record him as he gets right into it. He’ll do anything to maintain eye contact with you as his tongue laps at your folds, he’ll even make a show of putting his hair up so it doesn’t get in the way. He’ll keep your tight spread almost painfully far apart, not allowing you to even squirm. He’s also a biter, he’s going to leave your thighs covered in bruises and bite marks before he even starts going down on you. He’s the type to lick you once and then go on and on about how good you taste, even going as far as to leave your thighs and press his mouth to your ear before returning. It’s not until he can physically see your arousal dripping from your cunt that he actually lavishes you. Typically he’ll make you record him with shaky hands, watching as he makes out with your cunt until your folds are glistening with his spit. He sucks more so than swipes at your clit, not stopping until your back is arching off the bed and his phone is long forgotten.

Okkotsu Yuta

This man gets pussy drunk. He’s absolutely obsessed with eating you out. That little shy act? Disappeared the moment he’s horny tbfh. He’ll have you anytime, anywhere. At home? Sure. In public? Absolutely! Cause he’s bored? You bet. This man will literally go to you and ask if he can go down on you. He’s so soft and gentle at first, he takes his time sucking on your thighs before moving towards what he really wants. He’s the type to make out with your pussy. He’ll suck on your folds until they are puffy and swollen, until they are glistening in his saliva and flushed. He’ll use two fingers to spread your folds apart, his tongue lavishing your clit and suckling at it. He loves seeing a wet mark form below you, he’s also determined to make you squirt. He whines and moans just as much as you, his hips rut shamelessly into the mattress or whatever surface is below him. He’s only a fan of face sitting if you’re sucking him off. Your hips and thighs will be covered in scratches by the time Yuta finally decides he’s done. He’s going to eat you out until you can barely lift a finger, your whole body feeling like it’s been weighed down by bricks and your eyes struggling to stay open. Sometimes that’s as far as you’ll get some nights, tbh he’s pretty tried himself after the fact

Inumaki Toge

He’s super shy when it comes to eating you out. Toge loves hearing you sing him praises while he works his way down to your cunt. He really drags the whole process out, staring from your neck and working his way down. Toge loves hearing you tell him exactly what you want him to do. He’s the type to rub and massage your thighs while he starts teasing you, his tongue slipping between your folds. He’s a huge fan of making you stand while he eats you out, he finds it amusing seeing you struggle to keep your legs from crumbling. Like Satoru, he uses his nose to his advantage. He just may tease you more than Satoru does, he’ll put his mouth and tongue anywhere but your clit until you start to beg. When he finally does give some attention to your neglected clit, lips suctioning to it and sucking harshly. Toge uses his fingers religiously, introducing up to three of them while his mouth continues to play with your clit. He gets rougher when he knows you’re about to come. He finds it unbelievably arousing to feel your cunt twitching and spasming around his fingers and tongue. Toge’s cursed speech… he will only use it on you while in bed for two reasons. The first it to make you come, he finds it a bit amusing doing this while you are in public as well. The second is to make you squirt, especially since you get so damn embarrassed after. He thinks it’s cute

Fushiguro Megumi

He has an idea of what he’s doing but he really likes hearing you instruct him. He thinks it’s cute that trying to explain to him what you want gets you flustered even though his face his pressed between your bare thighs. Megumi uses his tongue the most, swiping it across your clit over and over at impressive speed. He’s surprisingly not much of a tease when it comes to eating you out, it’s a bit self indulgent for him. He’s the type to spread your folds apart and just barely ghost your clit with his tongue. He prefers to eat you out in bed, your ass up in the air for him to hit while he works. Either that or he’ll eat you out in semi-public places like your car, a guest bedroom at someone’s house, etc. He can be really degrading while eating you out, especially if he’s in a mood. He’ll suck on your folds and around your cunt just to see you squirm and beg. He won’t be satisfied until you are swollen, bruised and have trouble sitting after the fact. He’ll never use his fingers unless he’s mad and wants to overwhelm you, usually it’s followed by a string of curses until you have tears dripping down your cheeks for a handful of reasons. Not a single drop of your release will go to waste, he’ll make sure you get to taste yourself… even if you don’t like it.

Itadori Yuji

A messy eater. That’s all I’m going to say… kidding kidding.

Yuji really is a messy eater, he loves to make it sloppy. This man is a pleaser to the fullest extent, teasing you isn’t even a thought in his mind when it comes to your pussy. Teasing you means restricting himself, where is the fun in that? He’s also a spitter, seriously he won’t have you as anything other than a dripping, wet mess. He’s all about massaging your thighs, squishing your ass, nipping softly at the sensitive skin where your thigh meets your cunt. He loves to feel you shiver, legs squirming as you try to figure out if you want them open or closed. His tongue is swiping across your folds before burying between them, a low groan always follows when he tastes you for that first initial time. He’s determined to make you cum over and over so it shouldn’t be a shock when he gets you over the edge within a minute or two of going down. He is a sucker for making you a mess, especially when he sees how fucked out you look while moaning his name. Yuji will have you anytime, anywhere, any position, regardless of who’s around. He gets pussy drunk - similar to Yuta - to the point where he really may be addicted. He just loves how your cunt looks when he’s done, begging to be stuffed.

True Form Sukuna

Kind of fucking terrifying not going to lie. That’s because he’ll never use the mouth on his face. He’ll tongue fuck your pussy with a mouth he summons to his hand. Making you sit on his lap with a hand pressed firmly to your bare cunt, watching as you get more and more worked up. His other choice is that mouth on his stomach. While it’s not as versatile as a normal sized tongue, it still has its perks. He makes you use it like it’s a grinding board, again with your face just inches from his so he can watch you fall apart over and over. He knows that the eye contact, the proximity of your faces, it all plays into your pleasure. He won’t stop, this man has stamina for days and will gladly bite, lick and suck your cunt until your pleasure turns into genuine pain. Even then it’s a bit hard for him to stop. He loves degrading you, making fun of how wet you get for him, how easy you are to get aroused, etc. He prefers to take you within his domain, you are his, mind, body and soul. He loves claiming your cunt, saying it’s nothing more than a fun little toy for him to play with. He secretly finds it cute, the way he can see your walls clenching and fluttering around a dick you work so hard to obtain. Something he’ll always hold just out of your reach

Fushiguro Toji

God… it’s me again. Toji is a fucking devil. This man is notorious for waking you up with his head between your legs, softly licking at your cunt while his hands squeeze your thighs. He’s so slow, taking his time to lick fat stripes up your folds until they are shining with his saliva. He waits until you beg for him to do more, the way he massages your thighs send jolts of arousal straight through you. It’s only when you have tears in your eyes, face all fucked out and sleepy that he’ll finally indulge a bit. This man is vocal while he’s spreading your folds, exposing your aching clit. He grunts and groans as he tongue fucks you, lips suctioned to your sensitive clit and sucking softly. He’ll place kisses on it when he knows you are close, leaving you hanging while he moves down to your entrance. He’ll mumble praises for you, making comments about how wet you are while your orgasm fizzles to nothing. He only chuckles when you began to cry, aching to feel anything that would bring you to your release. Toji uses face sitting as a form of reward, letting you grind your cunt on his face and allowing you to cum as many times as you please. He’ll have a tight grip on the plush of your ass, guiding you to grind down harder as his nose bumps your clit again and again.

Zen’in Naoya

This man is cruel. If you manage to annoy him enough and convince him to go down on you, he’s not going to let you cum. He’s the type to tie your wrists to the bed frame, even going as far as to blind or gag you with so he doesn’t have to hear or see your whining. He’ll suck on your clit for hours, stopping and leaving you alone every time he knows you are about to cum. He’ll leave you on that bed for hours, playing with your cunt whenever feels like it. He’ll fuck you, letting himself cum just to leave you hanging again. He’ll clean you up, using his fingers to fuck you while his tongue swipes over your clit, watching your whole body squirm and pull against the restraints. He’ll only laugh, softly reminding you of your place and the fact that you must obey him. If you continue to not listen, he’ll call you an array of names. Your body would be marked with bites, scratches and bruises. He’ll lead you on saying if you just give him some more time he’ll finally let you cum. Instead he’ll go through the same motions again and again until he’s bored. You only get to cum when Naoya needs to be somewhere, he’s cruel but he won’t leave you completely alone in that state. Typically he relies on his mouth against your clit, smirking at how easily you came from so little effort

[albaedough]

Under the Moonlight~

GENSHIN IMPACT Character x Fem!Reader Smut Stories

Characters: Kamisato Ayato

Pairings: Kamisato Ayato x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Penetration, cumming inside, receiving oral(reader)

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The gentle glow of the moonlight cascades down your figure as Ayato relishes in your beauty, showering you with endless compliments, "Simply stunning," he murmurs, slowly removing your undergarments as he peppers your soft skin with kisses, trailing his free hand painfully slow up your body before cupping your breasts, "Beautiful," he says, his soft voice soothing your nervousness.

A soft warmth starts to form across your face as he admires your bare skin, laying nude across his bedsheets, a perfect sight to behold, "A-Ayato. ." you gasp audibly as he cusps your breasts, twisting your nipples around in his fingers, enjoying every minute of it.

Kissing along your neck and down to your collarbone, he looks up, his sapphire eyes meeting yours, "What is it, dearest?" he asks, peering down at your wetness, "You like it that much, hmm?" He muses, letting go of your breasts, trailing his hands down your legs, spreading them wider so he can get a better look.

"Ah~," you moan, nodding your head to him as that was all you could muster. Smiling down at you, Ayato lifts your legs over his shoulder, hoisting your hips upwards to expose more of your slick womanhood, his face mere inches from it.

Taking a long lick across your slit, his tongue swirls around your clit as you whimper from pleasure, covering your face from embarrassment; he finally pulls away, "Don't cover your face. I want to see how good I make you feel. ." Ayato says with a playful smirk, licking his lips from your delectable juices.

Slowly removing your hands from your face, you found comfort in clutching his bedsheets as he continues to relentlessly tease your clit with his tongue, "A-ayato~" you moan his name loudly, "R-right there. ."

Ayato groans into your clit, causing your body to tremble; you are nearing the edge, and slowly he inserts a finger into your wet hole, thrusting back and forth, hitting your sweet spot each time. Finally removing his face, he continues with his finger, "I can't hold back anymore," Ayato says, his voice low as he fumbles with his belt buckle, unbuttoning his pants to reveal his hardened, throbbing cock, "May I?" he coos.

"Y-yes, please. I want you," you say between breathless moans. Removing his finger, he positions his cock right at your entrance, pushing your legs farther apart. He shoves his cock slowly as he lets out a glorious groan, like music, to your ears. You moan with him as he hits your sweet spot with the tip of his dick.

"Y-you're so t-tight~" Ayato groans, struggling to formulate words in his hungry state. Thrusting gradually, he picks up the pace, trailing kisses upon your skin until he reaches your nipples once more, your moans growing more apparent. You were sure the outside world could hear your cries. Swirling his tongue around your nipple, he nips at it slightly before he pulls away, sealing his lips with yours.

Finding his tongue, you twirl it around yours, tasting your remnant juices. Nearing the edge, your toes begin to curl as he thrusts deeper into you. Wrapping your legs behind his back, you push him closer to you, his fat cock hitting your walls brilliantly; with each deep thrust, you moan, his name rolling off your tongue, "A-ayato, I'm going to c-cum. ."

Pulling away from the kiss, Ayato presses your forehead against his, "Cum for me, baby. ." he murmurs, picking up his pace, grunting. Feeling drunk off your hole, he could also feel himself tipping over the edge, wanting so desperately to paint your walls white.

"A-ahh~ Ayatooo~," you moan as your body starts trembling, your walls tightening around him. Feeling your tight clench, Ayato bursts and his hot seed explodes into you, pulling out abruptly afterwards, leaving a trail of his cum dripping out of you as it does with your own.

"Incredible. ." he muses, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear before placing a small kiss to your lips, "Let me clean you up," Ayato says, getting up, the moonlight accentuating his back muscles as you admire him from afar.

He quickly returned with a hot rag as you lay there, still trembling from your orgasm. Ayato is careful with his positioning as he takes the warm rag to your womanhood, cleaning you up, kissing your forehead as he does so, "Much better~."

[boytouya]

like real people do

pairing ★ dabi x male reader

genre ★ fluff, angst, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff...

warnings ★ manga spoilers, blood (crying)

w.count ★ 1440

request ★ “I nearly sent an ask to Slutouya thinking it was you for the 4th time💀 I want request headcanons of bath times with Dabi where he lets you take care of him, wash and baby him.” -anon

a/n: why did i realize that you said headcanons after i wrote it- i’m so sorry!! taglist in the reblogs <3

A single droplet of red makes way to cool water, swirling in different directions until it relaxes into a pale shade of baby pink. Touya’s back rests against the cool, porcelain surface of your bathtub, his cold staples pressing into his shoulder blades. Grooves of torn skin, rotten and purple, carry flashes of pain across his torso, his neck, his arms, his jaw. But with you, it feels numb. The gentle caress of water on his skin is almost heaven, soothing to his broken skin as he presses his head against your hands. Touya doesn’t complain, not when you fill a cup with water and pour it over his white locs of hair. Not when your fingers massage his scalp so tenderly, not when you hum to him.

His eyes, squeezed painfully shut with stress he didn’t know was building behind his skull, open slowly. You. You were his boy, his everything. The reason why he watched the sun rise, the reason why his touches across your skin would linger. The reason why he looked forward to the next morning. Even if it was filled with pain. You’d be there. You made life worth living. Maybe he cared too much, maybe there wasn’t really someone there for him, maybe he was making it all up. Maybe one day you’d disappear into thin air, leaving him with a wreckage of his own body and soul. And maybe it wasn’t genuine. Maybe it was a facade. Maybe you weren’t his boy, and he was yours. But he hoped, and he pleaded to anything, anyone that you were. He knew he was yours. And he hoped to God you were his. He loved you. Tenderly, tragically. He loved you.

Tonight, he’d stare at the cool water rippling in your bathtub and ponder. About you, about himself. A gentle shade of pink, the same as the limited space of healthy skin on his face when you said something to get back at him. Tonight, he’d let blood red tears trail down his face while he loses himself in the sound of your voice. Your humming, your laughter, your positive affirmations. Tonight, he’d listen. No arguing, no awkward jokes after you compliment him. He‘ll give in, just this once, for you. Maybe even for himself. A gentle kiss on his shoulder pulls him back to reality, Dabi’s eyes shifting upwards through his eyelashes to stare up at you. A bit silly from his angle, but everything he’s always wanted nonetheless. ‘Tense’ is the word your lips form, and he can feel his eyebrows press together in confusion. Your hand, steady against his quivering shoulder, presses down gently and- oh. His shoulders are tense.

It’s a shame he cant bathe for too long, not with skin grafts. But he enjoys it anyway, shifting his weight against the bathtub so he can face you, even with suds of soap ruining his hair. He can tell you pushed it back just to kiss his forehead, and there he goes...turning just as pink as the bloodstained water. Just about everything he knew was bloodstained these days. Soaked and overflowing, spilling over the edge until he’s drowning in it. It’s thick and merciless, creeping through his staples and stitches and-

You flick water at him in his direction, a sweet smile on your face. It reaches your eyes, high on the apples of your cheeks. So perfect. You’re so perfect. A pretty boy with pretty hair, pretty eyes, pretty skin. He lifts his hands, mimicking Frankenstein for a moment (which he deems as ironic, considering he was the embodiment of such a thing) before wiggling his fingers. Droplets of water land on your face, resting on your cheeks as your hands shoot in front of yourself. The sound you make is ebullient and loud against the tiles of the bathroom. He wished he could bottle it up, keep it safe around his neck and open it whenever he needed a mood boost. All to himself, something to get drunk on over and over.

Touya can’t quite place the sound of his laugh. Airy and tarnished, completely vacant of the bright boy he used to be. But he laughs anyway. He lets it float into the air, even if it falls on his thrawn ears, anomalous to even himself. You seem to never care, your eyes glazing over with something luminous whenever you hear it. He’d never admit it out loud, but it hurts his chest. The catch lights of your eyes reflect the dim lighting of your bathroom, and he can see himself in their reflection. Through your eyes, there’s nothing distorted. Nothing wrong with him, nothing out of place. Through your eyes, he carries the secrets to the universe. Beneath the sleeve of scars is something magical, enchanted and special. But Dabi remains stubborn— slow with handing you his heart. But you knew, and he knew. The best of him belonged to you.

Your warm hands cup his cheeks, just as he’d done with you several times. Sure, a bit of soap had smeared across his face, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Touya can feel his heart do somersaults in his chest, beating against his ribcage as his heart begs him to say something. Give himself to you, offer his hands to sit atop yours, to engulf your own in his kindling flame.

Though the water had cooled long ago, the air against Dabi’s skin burns. Sets his skin on fire, surrounded by shades of blue, the same as his flames, the same as the blue chrysanthemums he gave to his mother in the hospital. It isn’t unfamiliar, Dabi is adjusted to the feeling of burning. Searing through his skin, tearing apart his grafts and leaving him weak. Weaker than before, on doe legs that can’t seem to keep him up. But that’s when he’d turn to you. He’d lean on you. He never uttered a word, not when it counted. Not about you, not about his feelings towards you, but his brain would sing about it all day. All night.

“What're you thinking about?” Dabi whispers into your palms, his eyes fluttering closed. Droplets of water rest on his long eyelashes, collecting at the tip of each strand until he blinks them away. You could only conclude that it was therapeutic for him, and it felt a bit intrusive to watch him relax in your hands. He was yours to hold, to collect the remains of his shattered bones and put back together. Something so raw, so disgusting, but so completely, utterly, undeniably Dabi.

“Just you,” You sigh longingly, dipping the discarded cup back under the water to pour it over Touya’s head. He can feel your movements against the undulation of the water occupying the tub, tilting his head back upon instink. He bares his neck to you, in its full vulnerability, no longer wrapped in bandages that were stuffed with mangled gauze. He lets your feathering touches linger, the corners of his lips blooming into a small smile when his ears pick up the sound of a twinkle in your voice. It’s small, but it’s beaming. Shining against the edge of the tub, illuminating his face. You pinch the skin on his cheek ever so gently, admiration bubbling inside your core when he swats at your hand. “What're you thinking about, Stitches?”

Dabi’s face scrunches up, his nostrils flaring as his staples pull at his skin. The nickname, though a bit unoriginal, was in homage to that cute patchwork bear in Animal Crossing. He didn’t quite understand why you thought of him, seeing as the character was cute and cuddly, but he couldn’t say he didn’t like it. Because he did.

“This tub is big enough for two people.” He says instead, pulling your hands away from his scalp, though the rhythmic circles against his skull were good enough to lull him into a peaceful sleep. He only ever got those when he was with you. He knew you couldn’t join him, he was probably sitting in the bath for far too long anyways. But there would always be a next time, and next time he’d do the same for you. Whisper sweet words into your skin when you thought he wasn’t listening, cup your cheeks with his large hands, press his palms against the softness of your skin when you get tense. But for now, he’d relish in your familiarity. You were his sanction.

[marvelmaniac2000]

The Bondage (SMUT) (Shang Chi x Reader)

Storyline: It’s your one year anniversary with your boyfriend and Shaun decides to go all out because you are the queen of his world.

(This timeline takes place a few years before the ten rings and his father finding him in San Francisco etc. I just thought it would be different to use his other name for once)

Side Note: there's a imessage sequence I put in here, I tried editing it as Shang Chi sending the reader a picture in imessage but it wasn't working so I had to upload the picture separately from the imessage conversation ugh...

VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED - BONDAGE, DADDY KINK, SEXUAL LANGUAGE, UNPROTECTED SEX, MILD PROFANITY,

Please excuse any misspelled words or grammar I tried to proof read before posting this but I didn't give a fuck about rereading at some point because I was up late writing this and really wanted this posted LOL

Characters: Shaun x reader

Today was your anniversary with Shaun and you barely could stand still throughout your shift at work. You stood behind the cash register and mindlessly watched a stark industries commercial in the bookstore’s lobby. You constantly checked the time on your phone ready to punch out. “Five more minutes” you murmured and tucked your phone in your back pocket.

“Hey (Y/N) it’s been painfully slow today. You can go ahead and clock out early if you like.” your manager suggested.

“You sure? If you need someone to close I can stay” you allured.

“Nah we can take care of it from here, go and enjoy the rest of your night” your manager waved their hand off to persuade you. You couldn’t believe how such a coincidence this was for you, seems like everything was working in your favor. You quickly gather your things and say your goodbyes to everyone for the night. The cold night air hits your warm face as you truck along the sidewalk freezing in your jacket. Your phone vibrates and you immediately check it.

Your imagination begins to run wild in your head as you walk your way home. You couldn’t think of not one session where Shaun hasn’t satisfied you. Every dick session your boyfriend gave you left you shaking. You couldn’t help but wonder how spectacular this evening was going to be. You arrive at your apartment and open the door to a dimly lighted living room with candles placed around the floor. There were rose pedals laying on the floor trailing to your bedroom. You smile and pick up the folded note on the floor.

“Happy Anniversary. Keep following the path of love” is read in beautiful written cursive print. You sat the note down and continued to follow the trail into the bedroom to find the corners of the room covered with candles and a big bouquet of flowers on the nightstand.

“You think I’m too cheap to do all of this huh?” Shaun appeared with nothing on but a towel. “Honestly I didn’t expect you to do all of this just for a one year anniversary” you implied. “I thought I would try to be romantic for once” he shrugged his shoulders.

“I don't mean to brag but I think I did pretty damn good”

“trust me you out did yourself” you close the space between you two and raised on your tiptoes to give him a kiss. He deepens the kiss by licking your bottom lip for entrance into your mouth. You widen your kiss to let his tongue explore every part of your tongue. You moan into the kiss and bury your hands in his soft hair. You broke the kiss for a quick second to unravel your jacket off. Shaun impatiently ripped your white blouse and began kissing and leaving hickeys on your exposed neck. You lean your head to the side to give him more access to your sweet spot. “You ready to try something new tonight” he whispered in your ear.

“Whatever you want daddy” you purred. You just wanted more of him in any way possible.

“I want you to strip down to just your panties and lay down on the bed” he instructed. You obediently do as you’re told and eagerly wondered what he had up his sleeve. He pulled the night stand drawer open and came out with black bondage material. Your face began to flush with excitement knowing where this was headed.

“I didn’t know you were into this type of stuff,” you said. Shaun climbed on top of you, tied your wrist to each bed post. He gripped your chin and looked dead into your eyes.

“I didn’t know I was either until I meant you. Now I love fucking you anyway possible.” You bit your lip without a response. He kissed you passionately on the lips and put his fingers in your panties. “If you are a good girl I will untie your hands. But you have to prove it first” he pressed his fingers on your clit and stroked it in slow deliberate motions. Your legs bend around his waist wanting to grip him more. You moan in frustration from the teasing. Shaun’s eyes never left yours as he felt your pussy become even more wetter from his fingers.

“Please Shaun this is torture” you begged.

“I’m just getting started baby” he pushed his two fingers into your entrance and slowly began pumping them in and out. You cry out his name and lock your legs around him. He lowered his lips around your right nipple and sucked your breast while fingering you at the same time. Your hands squirm eagerly wanting to wrap them around his head. Your lower body pulsates with pleasure having no outage but to squirm at his touch. His pace quickened while pushing his fingers further in to graze your walls with sensation. He gave your other breast the same treatment, swirling his hot wet tongue around your nipple and sucking it. You whimper nonstop and rock your hips to his fingers wanting more. He abruptly stopped and sucked his fingers clean of your juice while looking into your eyes.

“Do you want more?” he whispered into your ear before nibbling it. You mercifully nob your head.

He smirks and lowers his head level down between your legs. He slowly pulls your panties off and pushes your legs far apart. Without anymore teasing he flick his tongue right on the edge of your pussy lips. You whimper and try to close your legs from the sensation. He placed his hands around your thighs to keep you from squirming. He devoured your pussy in his mouth and watched you arch your back in pleasure. His tongue ravished the deep wetness of your entrance. You close your eyes and throw your head back enjoying every pleasurable moment. He licked your clit in circular motions and kissed and sucked his way into your pussy.

“Oh daddy” you arched your back and cried out his name once more. Shaun hearing you call out his name made him want to fuck you relentlessly. He stopped licking all your juices and gave your inner thigh a peck before peeling off his towel and positioned himself back on top of you. Your pussy was throbbing but it still wanted the main thing. You wanted him deep inside you and his toned arms wrapped around your body. You felt his big hard member in the inner part of your thigh. Your pussy began to throb again remembering the sensation of his dick inside of your wet pussy.

“I’m not letting your wrists go just yet” he raised your legs up and put them on top of his shoulders. You begged him to put it in. Shaun slowly pushed his hard dick into your tight wet pussy. He matched your eye contact wanting to watch your face as he entered inside his pussy.

“You like when daddy fuck you?” he seductively spoke and kissed your leg on his shoulder. You couldn’t even respond from the pleasure you felt finally having him inside you. He continued to stroke slowly in and out of you while keeping eye contact. You bite your lip trying to handle torture of his pace. He placed your legs back down around his waist and quickened his pace. His pace grew animalistic as he watched the sight of your breasts begin to bounce and the sight of your hands submissively tied up.

“Shaun..” you breathlessly moaned out as his quick deep strokes hit your spot repeatedly. Shaun moaned into your ear as you begged out his name. He grip your ass cheek and tongue kiss you still fucking you passionately. Your pussy began to tighten around his dick and you felt yourself about to burst. Shaun reached his hand upward to untie both your wrists and guided you into doggy position.

Without warning he continued to push himself back inside you and fucked you senseless from the back. The sound of skin slapping against each other and your moans filled the bedroom. You feel drops of cum slide down your leg as your insides tighten. your grip on the pillow begins to tighten as your orgasm releases all over your body. Shaun still fucking you senseless released his seed inside and gave your ass a smack before pulling out of you. Shang Chi laid down next to you and pulled the cover up around you. You laid your head on his chest feeling his diaphragm rise and fall.

“I love you'' you whisper before closing your eyes. “I love you too” he whispered while gazing at a small black box placed in a hidden spot for your surprise.

[havin-a-wee]

Appointment (Doctor's Orders Part 2)

read part 1 here

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pairing: gynecologist!harry x reader/doctor!harry x reader

word count: 4.7k

warnings: the filthiest of filth. like im serious this is basically pure smut.

its finally here! im in love with the way this turned out and i hope you guys are too! i got a few requests for this, and im actually really liking these two characters, so lemme know if you want me to make a series out of this!

Y/N's texts are in italics

Harry's texts are in bold

You felt like a kid in a candy store as you skipped out of the building, being welcomed by a setting sun. You weren’t just skipping out of excitement though, it was also because if you walked normally the shaking of your legs would be extremely noticeable. Luckily, when you arrived you had managed to find a parking spot nearby, so it didn’t take you long to make your way to the small black car that you recently purchased for yourself.

A small noise signaled when you unlocked the car, and you slipped into the driver’s seat quickly, shutting the door as you sat down.

You let yourself slouch, your back hitting the leather seat and a heavy exhale pushing through your flared nostrils. Finally, you had a moment to take in the events that just took place, and the excitement and nervousness flowed through your brain. Luckily, there was no regret swirled in with your feelings, although you were sure there wouldn’t be. Okay, maybe it wasn’t the ideal situation to have your first orgasm, but if this was how Harry would make his way into your life, you couldn’t complain. You closed your eyes and sighed, the post-orgasmic haze you’ve heard so much about finally settling in. In the darkness a smiling face appeared, and you grinned as well at the detailed picture of Harry your mind had concocted.

Suddenly, you sat up with a gasp, gripping the gear shift with your clammy hand. You had just remembered about the small piece of paper sitting in your pocket. The piece of paper with the number of the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen written on it. He had told you to text him when he got home, so obviously you had to get home as fast as possible.

Having been driving since you were 16, the motions were second nature, and the only thought you had to put into it was when you were checking to see if there was anyone in the way before you backed out of your parking spot.

Your apartment was only 10 minutes away, and you spent those 10 minutes half paying attention to the road, half thinking about the man that had his fingers inside of you. The thought in itself was causing arousal to pool in your already soiled panties. The expensive lingerie was undoubtedly going to end up in the trash, but you’d rather lose a pair of panties than lose a chance with Harry.

You pulled into your designated spot in the parking garage attached to your apartment building, and ran so quickly to the elevator that you almost tripped on your own feet. Thankfully the silver doors slid open without delay, and you swiftly stepped into the small area. Your manicured finger frantically pushed on the ‘door close’ button. The last thing you needed was someone walking into the elevator with you, seeing your bright red complexion and flushed features. Much to your relief, that didn’t happen, and the elevator lifted you up to the third floor. Objectively, the elevator was incredibly quick. However, in your needy state it felt so slow as if you were riding the shell of a turtle. The loud dinging pulled you back into reality, your mind wandering. You were thinking about what Harry’s hands felt like, and what they would feel like on the parts of your body that he hadn’t gotten to touch.

Yet.

You fumbled with your keys, attempting to grip your phone at the same time. After a bit of struggling, the rigged piece of metal slid into the slot on the doorknob, the door swinging open after you twisted the key. When you tried to remove the key from the lock, it stayed in place, pulling you backwards and almost making you fall.

You smiled at your own clumsiness, not focused enough to allow embarrassment to develop throughout you. Again jiggling the key, it slipped out of the lock and you quickly pushed the door closed using your back. You were left leaning up against the wooden door, flipping your phone screen to face you and sticking your hand in your pocket. You fished around in the small cavity, your fingers locating the small piece of paper that was making you so giddy. You punched the scribbled numbers into your contact app with haste.

Although you wanted to text him more than anything, you reasoned with yourself for a second. Instead of clicking at the keys on your screen, you picked your head up, disconnecting it from the bright touch screen in your hand.

Sucking in a deep breath, you turned back to the phone, satisfied with your attempt to calm yourself.

Hi Harry, it’s Y/N.

Instead of immediately going for something sexual, you wanted to start off the conversation normally. Also, there was the fact that you had no idea what he was actually looking for by giving you his number. His response came quicker than you could of ever expected, the typing bubble popping up seconds after the delivered sign appeared underneath your text.

Hi! I’m glad you actually texted me, because honestly I thought you wouldn’t.

Why would you think that? I would have to be pretty shitty to do something like that with you and then ditch.

I promise I don’t think you’re like that, it’s just the whole thing happened it slightly odd circumstances haha

It’s totally okay I get it, but I definitely don’t want that to be the only time something like that happens ;)

You were feeling bold, now sitting on your bed removing the heeled white boots you wore to match your outfit.

I’m glad you feel that way, because I feel the same. Just curious, when exactly would you want to do “something like that” again?

You giggled while reading his text, practically hearing the pauses of shyness that he would take if he said it in person.

As soon as you want to.

I’m sitting in my car right now about to go home, but I could make a pitstop if you asked politely..

Will you please come over and take care of me Daddy?

You cringed as soon as your finger hit the send button. Sexting was definitely not your forte, and in the heat of the moment you had forgotten that you hadn’t indulged in that kink with him the first time.

Who knew you could be so dirty love?

Send me your address. I'll be there asap.

You tapped away at the keys on your phone, sending him your information and you saw that he read it, but didn’t respond, clearly driving to you already.

Your panties were absolutely ruined at this point, and you made the decision to take them off, gliding the lacy white panties down your thighs and calves. When they fell on the floor, you picked your feet up to remove them from the leg holes, leaning over to pick up the panties with your hand. You wanted to show them to Harry, show him how messy he made you.

You clenched your thighs together, your core pulsing like a second heartbeat. A small whine slipped past your lips, and your eyes widened at your own actions. You had never been this aroused or needy in your life, and while these feelings were new, they weren’t scary like a lot of new feelings were for you. It was exciting, and just thinking about Harry rushing over to you because he wanted you so badly was sending fire through your veins. No one had ever wanted you so much, and you have never wanted someone this much. And it’s exhilarating.

After a painfully long time sitting on the edge of your bed anxiously, a loud knock on the door had you standing up in a flash, sauntering over to the door with unnatural speed. Your arousal began to drip down onto your thighs now that you were standing. The slickness between them had them sliding against one another, but the feeling was overshadowed by the rapid beating of your heart. You gripped the doorknob so tightly that your knuckles turned white, twisting your hand and pulling the door open.

“Ello love.”

He stood in the doorway with his hand resting on the top of the doorframe, towering over you. He had that sexy smirk plastered on his face and you ran your eyes up and down his figure, taking in the man before you. He was wearing a black t-shirt, which was loose but tight enough that his pecs were defined in the shirt. He had on a pair of black dress pants which the t-shirt was tucked into. There were tattoos littering his arms, which you hadn’t seen before because of the lab coat he wore during your appointment.

You thought he couldn’t get any hotter than before, but the person in front of you proved you wrong.

“Hi,” you murmured timidly, your boldness from the texting having disappeared. “Come in,” you stepped to the side, opening the door wider so he could step into your apartment. You closed the door, and against your better judgement you turned to the kitchen, trying to find that desperation that had allowed you to throw away all of your anxieties. “Do you want water or something?” You weren’t sure what to say, so you went with the default offer for a drink.

“No.”

You spun around, looking at Harry and tilting your head in confusion.

“I want you.”

He took a long stride forward and placed his large hand on the soft skin of your cheek, leaning in and connecting your lips with his. His lips were as soft as cloud, and you kissed him back with just as much vigor. The kiss was passionate, mixing moans into the drafty air. You sucked his bottom lip and bit down lightly, and a low growl bubbled up from his throat.

Your heart skipped a beat when his tongue swirled around yours. You jumped slightly at the impact of the wall on your back, Harry pushing you into the cold drywall.

Finally pulling away to allow breathing, you and Harry kept your foreheads pressing on each other, leaning some of his weight on you.

“Y’so beautiful darlin, reckon yeh the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

His hot breath hit your face when he breathed, and you were squirming underneath him.

“I could say the same for you,” you huffed out, refusing to break eye contact.

“Thank you baby,” he cooed, placing his veiny hand on your plump cheek and running his thumb across it. The tip of his finger reached your swollen lips, and he pushed his large thumb pass them. You eagerly sucked on the digit, hollowing your cheeks and treating it like you would his cock.

His free hand had found a home on your waist, but he hadn’t moved it since he initiated the kiss, and you were getting frustrated. You reached down and placed your hand atop his, looking up through your eyelashes into his emerald eyes. They’re piercing, and you knew that one stare from him would have any girl on her knees.

The tops of his cold rings touched your fingers when you peeled his hand from its strong grasp and your waist. You were looking at him with innocent doe eyes while you lifted his significantly larger hand and placed it back on your side, but this time at the same level as your breasts. He broke the deep eye contact you were sharing to look down at his hand, slowly shifting it to cup you through your thin tank top.

“M’baby girl is desperate fo me huh?” Harry teased you and you nodded frantically, whimpering in neediness. He pulled his finger from your wet mouth and in a split second he collided his lips with yours once again, but they didn’t remain there for long. He dragged his lips down your jaw, sucking and kissing down your neck. You tilted your head to give him better access, moaning when he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot.

His hand that you had moved was pulling and squeezing at your full breast, eventually rucking your tank top up to pinch at your budding nipple underneath. You had removed your bra when you got home, and a small smirk tugged at your face when he moaned at the realization. A sheen of sweat was glistening on his forehead and you lifted your arms straight in the air, giving him permission to remove your top. He pulled it over your head hastily, only breaking the kiss for a moment when the fabric covered your face. You didn’t see what he did with the top, your focus diverted to the feeling of his lower torso. You had removed the hem of his shirt from underneath his pants, only leaving the back part tucked because you couldn’t reach it.

You splayed your hands over his hardened abs, and he snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you closer in response. His head was buried in the crook of your neck, leaving hickey after hickey on the silky skin. He nipped and licked at your skin as if you were a popsicle, sweet and refreshing.

“Daddy, please -- off!” Your moans cut off your words, rendering you unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Y’want me to take my shirt off baby? Such a naughty little minx y’are.”

Despite his teasing, he pulled away from you to grab the bottom of his shirt and ripped it off in one fell swoop.

You barely had time to take in the tattoos on his chest, only being able to identify a large butterfly right in the middle before he looped his arms around your waist. “Jump.” His command was quiet, but you heard it perfectly clear.

You bent your knees and jumped up, his arms following your motions. You lifted your legs and wrapped them around his bare torso. You hugged him tightly, your arms wrapping around his neck and sinking your face into his soft brown curls. His hair smelled of expensive shampoo, and you indulged in the sweet scent. “Behind you,” you whispered, directing him to your bedroom.

Without a second of hesitation, he turned around and carried you to the bedroom. You took it upon yourself to place sloppy kisses on his neck, giving him the same hickeys he had given you.

You giggled when he bent over the bed, dropping you from about an inch off the red comforter covering your bed.

“Don’t know why y’laughin’ pet, cause m’about to fuck yeh till yeh can’t walk.” You gasped when the dirty words registered in your head, and he sported a shit-eating grin on his face. His hands grasped your thighs and he ran them up and down, getting dangerously close to your core. You were writhing under his grasp, pleas for him to do something tumbling out of your mouth. “Patience baby.” He didn’t look up at you when he spoke, instead hiking your skirt up to get a look at your sopping cunt. “Look at you, s’wet already and I’ve barely touched you.”

“All for you, only for you Daddy.” Your words were wailed, every muscle in your body aching for a release. He traced his warm fingers along the crease of your thigh, right next to the place you needed him most.

“Gonna let me have a taste baby? Wanna taste yeh so bad.” He finally looked back up at you, but only for a second before his eyes connected with your glistening pussy again.

“N-no.”

Although you greatly wanted him to put his mouth on you, there was one thing you were craving more.

“No?” His demeanor changed immediately, removing his hands from your body and sitting on his knees between your calves. He removed every source of physical contact you were sharing, and you realized that he took your words in a way you hadn’t intended.

“Still want you Daddy, just want something else.” The second part of your sentence was murmured, and you turned your head to face away from him out of embarrassment. Out of your peripheral vision, you could see him raise an eyebrow, placing his hands by your shoulders and returning to his place hovering above you.

“Look at me little girl. Y’sure yeh don’t want me to taste yeh?”

You followed his command after a beat, looking at his disheveled state.

“What do yeh want baby? M’feelin generous today.” He was speaking in pants, his curls sticking to the perspiration-slick surface of his forehead.

“Wanna taste you Daddy. Please lemme-”

You reached down to unbuckle his belt, but he caught your hand before you could.

“Thas’ what this is all about? Such a slut f’me that you’d rather taste me then lemme taste you?” His hand moved to caress your cheek, running his finger across your saliva coated lip.

“Yes, wanna suck you off so bad Daddy.” You pushed out your lip forming an adorable pout, giving him your best puppy eyes and making sure he saw the tears of desperation welling in your lust blown eyes.

“Alright, alright, how do yeh wanna do it baby?” Instead of responding, you grasped the back of his firm thighs, pulling him up towards your face. He got the hint, shifting his knees to sit by your chest. You were now face to face with his very prominent bulge, and your mouth watered at the sight. Even though you wanted to unbuckle his belt yourself, he did it for you, allowing his rock hard erection to spring free after rolling down his boxers.

He stroked himself a few times, and you lifted your head to try and get him in your mouth. He pushed your shoulder down, and made it clear that he wanted to be in control. Finally, after much anticipation he placed his cock on the tip of your tongue, which you had stuck out for him to do exactly that.

You accepted it eagerly, sucking harshing on the tip of his cock. He moaned lowly, tilting his head backwards in ecstasy. You ran your tongue along his sensitive slit, reveling in the filthy noises and expletives that spilled out of his sweet pink lips.

Once you were satisfied with your teasing, you took him in your mouth about halfway, stopping before you gagged. Your hand made its way to the base of his thick shaft, pumping the part of him that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down his cock, your tongue twisting and twirling around his member. You made sure to pay extra attention to his tip, giving it kitten licks when you needed to take a breather. Each time you took him back in your mouth, you pushed yourself further down, this time gagging after pushing him all the way down your throat. He stopped his groans of pleasure to look down at you, and he swore he could cum from just seeing you under him with smeared mascara and teary eyes. “Y’ok baby?” You nodded with him still in your mouth. You stilled for a moment, trying to think of a way to tell him that you wanted him to fuck your mouth. His hand was holding your hair out of your face as a makeshift hair tie, and you decided to tap on the wrist of that hand to give him permission. He looked down at you and raised his eyebrows, a silent gesture to assure you were okay with it. You nodded, his cock moving up and down with your head. He didn’t need any more instructions, pushing your head down on his shaft instantly.

You choked and gagged as he took control, moving your head up and down his thick cock. “Doin’ so well f’me baby, taking m’cock like a good little slut.” His purrs of approval were raspy, moan and gasps chopping his sentence up. Periodically, he pulled you off of him, allowing you to catch your breath before plunging back down on his member again.

The sudden pulsing of his cock inside your mouth was a wordless praise, and you were incredibly proud that you were able to bring him to his orgasm as quickly as you did.

He pulled you off of him again, and you heaved a few times as you filled your lungs back up with oxygen. But unlike before, he didn’t bring you back onto his cock, even pulling you back when you attempted to put him back in your mouth yourself. You cried out when he repositioned himself between your legs, back in the place he was when you were first on the bed.

All you wanted to do was finish him off, but he wouldn’t let you for a reason that was unknown to you.

“Daddy!” You were about to beg and whine to finish him off but his index finger on your lips kept you from your begging.

“As much as I’d love t’watch yeh swallow m’cum, I need t’feel this gorgeous cunt of yours.”

You quivered when the bands of his icy cold rings gripped the warm, supple flesh of your inner thighs. They dug into your skin, sending a pleasurable tingling sensation throughout your body, landing in your core.

If you were horny before, there wasn’t even a word to describe how utterly turned on you were now.

Your skirt was already hiked up from before, but Harry wanted it off fully. He ran his fingers across the waistband, finally finding the zipper and unzipping it faster than you could blink. “Bloody hell baby,” he grunted, taking a moment to admire your fully naked body squirming under him, begging for him to touch you. He wished he had a camera to capture you in this state, only thinking about one thing, him.

He stood up, his feet barely hitting the floor before he yanked his pants and boxers off. He was huge, and you stared at his prick in awe, even though you’ve been looking at it. His size was truly difficult to take in, because usually a big cock is either long or thick, not both. But Harry was both and some, and you were convinced that you would be content sucking on it for the rest of your life.

Distracted by your own dirty thoughts, you weren’t paying attention to what Harry was doing, only being shocked out of your haze when he ran two of his fingers across your sticky folds. He pulled his fingers away as your body jolted, surprised by the sudden contact. Strings of your arousal connected your cunt to his fingers, and he cursed under his breath. His fingers were covered in your juices and he stuck the digits in his mouth, sucking happily when he finally got to taste your sweet, sweet nectar.

He hummed constantly when he took the fingers out of his mouth. “Taste even sweeter than I imagined, baby. Could eat y’up all day long.”

You mewled and kicked your legs, tired of all of the teasing. “Daddy... just want you inside me!” He hushed you and reassured you that he would take care of you, leaning over your body and positioning himself on top of you. He lined himself up with you, his tip bumping your puffy clit. You whimpered and Harry took the message, finally pushing his rock hard cock into your soaking wet core.

“Fuck -- Daddy you’re s-so big,” you whined. He tilted forward, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

It took a minute for him to bottom out, Harry pushing in slowly to minimize the sting. There was a bit of pain as your body conformed to fit him inside of your tight little hole.

“Fuck baby, y’so fucking tight, might come just from this.” He had a silly smile on his face, but you both knew there was no joke laced between his words. He latched his darkened lips on an indent by your collar bone, nipping and licking on the skin while he waited for the approval to move.

“Move. Please move.”

The first thrust was hard and fast, he pulled almost fully out of you and then slammed him hips back up into you.

“Shit!”

Just like when you had him in your mouth, you could feel the thick veins running along his sizable shaft. He repeated the same type of movement for the next few thrusts, pounding into you and drawing back out over and over.

“So,” “Fuckin,” “Beautiful,”

Each of his words preceded a snapping of his hips, slamming into you particularly hard after calling you beautiful.

“Feels- feels so good, so good Daddy.” You were sobbing with pleasure. His thick cock filled you up so good it was like he was made for you.

“Didn’t even think it was possible f’someone t’be this tight baby. You’re takin’ meh so well sweet girl, so so well.” He found a rhythm, snapping his hips into yours, your velvety walls engulfing his cock perfectly. Watching himself disappear inside your tight hole egged Harry on even more, as well as the noises that your juices made when he rammed himself inside your pretty little cunt. His thumb was pressed against your clit, circling the overly sensitive bundle of nerves. Pleasure was coursing through your veins, the firey burning feeling better than anything you had ever felt before.

Your hands were spread across his back, nails digging crescent shaped divots into the skin. Each time your fingers dug into the expanse of his back he growled, so you did it after each thrust. His lips were everywhere, kissing and licking all of the exposed skin that he could reach.

“Daddy..”

He took your pebbled nibble into his mouth, unable to resist after watching your tits bounce when he pushed himself in and out of you.

“So good baby, s’like y’were made fo me,” he cooed, your reply dying in your throat when he pressed his lips to yours.

You bit each other’s lips and swirled tongues like you had done at the beginning of the night. After a minute of rough kisses, he pulled away, and you both gasped for air. You could tell his thrusts were getting sloppier, and his cock twitched inside of you like it had when you took him in your mouth.

“Was made for you, just you.”

“Thas’ my good girl.”

His hand instinctively reached for your throat, and you watched his cheek heat up when he realized what he had done. But you grabbed his hand and placed it back on your throat. “Please,” you croaked out, desperate for him to choke you and make you see stars.

He smirked and obliged, pressing on the sides of your throat but avoiding your windpipe. Euphoria overtook your body at the new found sensation and the knot that had formed in your stomach was threatening to come loose. The tightness in your stomach translated to your center, and you clenched tightly around Harry.

“Y’gonna come? Can feel y’squeezin me love, lets come together yeah?” You gave him a tiny nod of agreement, too weak from your impending orgasm to give him a better response. “Let go f’me baby.”

The knot in your stomach uncoiled rapidly, bursting inside of you and sending shudders throughout every inch of your body. Seconds later Harry released inside of you, his hot ropes of cum painting your walls. Your eyesight got blurry and white spots clouded your vision as Harry worked you both through your climaxes. You thought the orgasm he gave you at your appointment was strong, but this one sent you to another plane of reality.

His movements slowed and he removed his thumb from your swollen button, which you were thankful for due to your hypersensitivity.

When you finally came back to reality, Harry was above you, pulling himself out of you. You placed your hand on his cheek, diverting his green eyes to look at yours. “Stay in, please?” He simply nodded, pushing back into you fully. He was already hardening again, but who could blame him? Your face alone was enough to get him rock hard and leaking precome.

He rolled you two to your sides, cuddling into each other’s bare chests. You shared no more words, both of you drifting off to a blissful sleep within minutes. But you didn’t need to ask him to know that this was the first time you slept together, but most definitely not the last.

[rizubaby]

You're My Toy | Kokichi Ouma.

genre ; nsfw oneshot.

request ; Kokichi Ouma with a sweet and submissive s/o whom he just wants to break.

summary ; you've been studying all day, trying to prepare for a big test. Kokichi is not a fan of someone or something taking your attention away from him, so he decides to punish you for it.

tags ; fem!reader, boyfriend experience, rough sex, degradation, corruption and mindbreak, cum play, usage of sex toys, vulgar language.

wc ; 1,7k.

note ; this was such a blast to write! I was on a roll while writing this so I managed to finish it quicker than I initially thought. I hope you like it! ♡

This is an 18+ post. Minors dni.

It's almost 11 pm. You've been behind your desk all day, studying for a big test you have coming up in a couple days. Even though everyone around you has no doubt you'll ace the test, you can't help but feel like you need to study so much your brain'll start to hurt. You lower your head onto the desk, letting out a tired sigh.

A moment passes and suddenly, you hear your boyfriend Kokichi enter your study. You don't even bother to look up since you're so exhausted. He's probably here just to annoy you again or to try and keep you from your work.

"S/o."

Just as you slowly lift your head from your desk, you notice Kokichi is looking rather serious. He has his hands balled into fists, seemingly frustrated about something. "K-kokichi? what's wrong?" you ask, not expecting him to look at you the way that he did. Did something happen? Was he mad at you?

Without warning, he steps towards you and turns your desk chair around, now facing him directly. He brings his face closer to yours and aggressively presses his lips against yours. You're surprised, but lean into the passionate kiss nonetheless. You feel your cheeks burn up a bit, one of his hands on your thigh as the other suddenly pulls on your hair. Your head is yanked back a bit, breaking up the kiss instantly. He looks mad.

"You... You've been neglecting me all. day. It's driving me insane, you know that?" he whispers into your ear, biting at your neck with a slightly aggressive undertone. You flinch, not expecting him to behave like this. You fumble with your words, not knowing exactly how to properly respond to him while he's doing all these things to you.

Kokichi suddenly pulls away, leaving you blushing bright red and shaken up in your chair. He gives you one last glance before turning around and leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

Not able to fully comprehend what just happened, you let your face fall into the palms of your hands. What was that about?

Concerned about having hurt Kokichi's feelings, you stand up from your chair and decide to pull yourself together and head towards the bedroom. You slowly make your way down the hall and open the door to you guys' bedroom. He's...not there?

"K...Kokichi? where are yo--" you're suddenly cut off by the sound of the bedroom door closing behind you, him standing right behind you. Right as you're turning around to look at him, he grabs you by the collar of your blouse and harshly pulls you towards him. A smirk appears on his face, yet you're not sure what it means.

You never know what that look means.

"Get on the bed. Now." he orders, his devilish smirk making you worry just a little bit. Doing as he says, you slowly walk backwards towards the bed until you feel the edge bump against your legs, not breaking the eye contact. You slowly sit down onto the edge of the bed, your cheeks burning up again.

"Like I said, you've been ignoring me all day and neglecting your duties as my girlfriend. What are you going to do to make it up to me, hm?" he walks towards you, lifting your chin up as he takes a good look at your flustered face. You're always so sweet and innocent, at times like this it makes him want to ruin and corrupt you even more.

"U-um... I can-" you mumble, not sure what you were even going to answer. "What was that? I can't hear you." he remarked, raising his eyebrow sadistically.

"I-I... I can be your toy?" you stutter, slightly embarrassed by what you had just said. He seemed to like it though, since his mischievous grin only seemed to grow larger.

"That's right. You're my toy."

Kokichi suddenly pushes you back onto the bed, aggressively spreading your legs apart. It all happened so fast, you didn't have time to fully wrap your head around what was happening. As you look down, you see Kokichi's face from between your legs, his purple eyes gazing right at you. He pulls your laced panties to the side and snickers devilishly. "Look at this, you're already so wet from that! You're so dirty s/o, I'm so ashamed to call you my girlfriend..." he spoke in a degrading tone, reaching inside the pocket of his jacket as he pulled out what looked like a pink vibrator.

He wasted no time, turning the toy on and holding it against your sensitive clit. You immediately arched your back in response to the sudden and intense feeling you got from it, gripping the sheets tightly. You hear Kokichi giggle from underneath you, clearly enjoying your reaction. "This is nothing. Let's see how much you can really take," he says before forcefully pushing the vibrator inside your pussy. You let out a surprised and pained moan, much to Kokichi's liking.

Shaking profusely from the intense pleasure, you feel your eyes tearing up, your grip on the bedsheets becoming so tight you feel like you're going to tear a hole in them with your nails. From your half closed blurry eyes, you see Kokichi stand up from underneath you, unbuckling his belt. "Get up."

You look at him with teary eyes, still trembling from the toy vibrating inside your hole. "I said: Get. Up." His eyes feeling like they're piercing right through you, you slowly get up, your face bright red as beads of sweat form on your forehead. Kokichi grins at your lewd expression, whipping his dick out from his pants. "Now suck me off, you dirty slut."

Blushing heavily, you get onto all fours and move to the edge of the bed where Kokichi is standing, bringing your face closer to his shaft. It's perfect in size, twitching slightly as you wrap your hand around it. You prepare yourself to take his shaft inside your mouth as you suddenly feel Kokichi's hand push your head down onto his length. You choke in surprise, but quickly adjust to the new feeling as you bob your head up and down his shaft.

"Wow s/o, you're soooo naughty... Listen to those dirty sounds you're making! You're so disgusting." He remarks, snickering maliciously as he looks at you taking his entire length inside your mouth. "Let's really make you my dirty little bitch, shall we?" he says as he grabs a small remote from his back pocket. He holds it up proudly and presses a small button on the tiny device.

You immediately feel the vibrator that's still inside your hole start to vibrate more intensely. You stop for a second, moaning onto his cock as you feel your legs shake uncontrollably in response. You hear Kokichi laugh in amusement, pushing your head even further onto his shaft. You sputter, finally feeling your orgasm wash over you as you feel the tip of his shaft touch the back of your throat. Your eyes roll back into your skull, feeling Kokichi's hot cum shoot into the back of your throat simultaneously. You let out a weak moan, still not completely done riding out your climax.

Kokichi slowly pulls his dick out of your mouth, some drops of cum rolling down your chin as you take a moment to catch your breath. Your eyes are still blurry and your face feels burning hot, bringing your hand up to your face as you catch the remaining droplets of cum with your finger. Kokichi looks at you with a faint blush now apparent on his cheeks. You let your fingers run against the tip of his dick once more, gathering the last bits of his cum and bringing it to your mouth.

"Look at you, such a dirty cum slut... Who's my little cum princess, hm?" he asks degradingly. "I-I am," you reply, now feeling like any type of dignity and self-respect you had left has completely evaporated. "That's right, nyehehe..."

Having had enough of your mouth, Kokichi orders you to turn around once more, pulling the vibrator out of your soaking pussy. You gasp softly at the sudden feeling of emptiness, looking over your shoulder to meet your eyes with his. "K-Kokichi, please... I-I want--" you mumble, suddenly feeling his cold fingers stroke against your entrace. You shiver, letting out a surprised moan.

"Let's finish you off, hehehe..." Kokichi giggles, positioning the tip of his dick in between your folds, pushing into you painfully slow. Now having his entire length inside you, he doesn't move an inch. You turn around and look at him, his devilish grin staring back at you. You feel like you're going insane, wanting to move your hips against him to have at least some type of friction. He stops you though, not allowing you to move.

"Ah, ah ah... not yet. I want to hear you beg for me, you little slut." Kokichi says, his expression turning stoic. Feeling like you're losing your grip on reality, desperate begs and moans flow out of your mouth, begging for him to move and to fuck you senseless. Kokichi laughs. "I never expected you to say such dirty words s/o, I will have to punish you for that."

You immediately feel him start to move, picking up the pace rather quickly as he thrusts into you with full force. He grips your sides tightly with one hand, the other slapping your ass aggressively. Loud moans spill out of you, thick tears rolling down your cheeks. He grabs your wrists, keeping them placed on your back as your face buries itself into the mattress. You didn't imagine Kokichi to be this rough and degrading, but you were slipping into a state of pure bliss, not caring about anything anymore. The only thing you could think about was Kokichi ramming into you, your tongue rolling out of your mouth from the intense pleasure.

You hear soft grunts and giggles coming from behind you, indicating that Kokichi was getting close to his climax once again. His pace speeding up even more makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, letting out a loud scream as you feel his hot load fill you up again.

Trembling uncontrollably, you feel yourself cumming as well, feeling the mix of your juices trickle down your legs. Kokichi snickers, giving you one last spank before pulling out of you.

He takes a step back and admires the pretty sight of your demolished hole trembling before him, running his finger along your hole and bringing his cum soaked finger to his mouth. He licks it off, a satisfied grin forming on his face.

"That'll teach you, my little sex freak."

[albertasunrise]

Just Another Conquest - Part 1

Masterlist

Warnings: You were sweet, innocent and completely infatuated with Javier Peña. After an incident at the Christmas party, you become the talk of the secretary's at the embassy and everything starts falling around you.

Pairings: Javier Peña x Reader, Reader x Original Male Character

Warnings: Angst, Kissing, Mentions of sex

Notes: There are some touchy subjects at the end of this chapter. If you’re easily triggered this might not be for you. Don’t wanna add too many tags as it’ll spoil it.

For two years you had worked at the embassy as a secretary. You kept your head down and your nose out of trouble and so no one noticed you.

Except Greg.

Greg was sweet. You’d been on a few dates and you were taking it steady. Too many times you had jumped in headfirst into the flames and gotten burned so this time you were going to take things slow, Glacial, but Greg didn’t seem to mind. Greg was sweet.

Someone who wasn't sweet.

Javier Peña.

He had bedded most of the single or unmarried secretaries in the embassy. Even some of the married ones. He flirted with everyone. Well everyone except you and even though that stung a little you were glad. He couldn’t tarnish you if he couldn’t see you.

You’d been infatuated with the man from day dot at the embassy. He was a smooth talker and painfully handsome but you knew you weren’t his type. You were plain, a little on the chubbier side and uninteresting. You'd seen some of the women he’d slept with. Your apartment was across from his and they were all beautiful. The polar opposite of you.

It was the day of the Christmas office party. An event you looked forward to as it gave you a chance to dress up a little. Greg had bought you a stunning dress for the event, something you’d spotted in the window of a shop one day and told him you liked it. He’d managed to find out your size and had snuck back to buy it for you and you had swooned. No one had done anything like that for you before.

The dress fit perfectly. Highlighted all the right parts of you and for once you actually felt pretty. You did some simple makeup, pinned your hair up in a loose bun and wore the only pair of heels you could walk in. Greg was there to collect you when you were done, his jaw dropping to the floor when you emerged from your apartment building and you chuckled at his reaction. You both then got a taxi to the embassy and he had been unable to keep his eyes off of you or his lips from yours. Maybe tonight was the night that you’d let him into your bed.

You arrived a short while later and made your way inside, people excitedly bussing around you as you made your way to where the party was being held. The hall in the embassy had been decorated in traditional American fashion. Tinsel, baubles and lights adorned the walls and a large, audacious, tree sat in the centre of the room with presents surrounding its base. You gazed around in awe of what you were seeing and Greg couldn’t stop watching at you.

Little did you know, neither could Javier Peña.

He had spotted you as soon as you’d entered. He had seen you around over the past few years but until now had never spared you a second glance. He watched you as you entered with Greg from accounts. He’d spoken to Greg a handful of times and he always seemed nice enough, if not a little dull. His attention was so stuck on you that he didn’t even hear Steve talking his ear off until his name was shouted in frustration. Pulling the agent from his fancy.

“Oh no, you leave that one alone.” Growled Steve when he noticed who Javier was staring at.

“What… why?”

“Because I know what you’re like and she’s sweet. She has worked hard to keep herself out of the limelight and you paying her any sort of attention will destroy that completely.” Stated Steve, downing that last of his drink as he watched you head to the bar with your companion “Besides she’s dating Greg anyway.”

“Greg’s dull.” Mumbled Javier and Steve barked out a laugh.

“Greg is nice and perfect for her.” Asserted the blonde agent “Leave her alone.” He warned and Javier simply rolled his eyes, waving his partner off as he stood.

‘Another.’ He asked as he lifted his empty glass and Steve nodded before turning his head to seek out his wife in the bustle of people beside him.

Javier watched you as he approached the bar, taking you in as he came to a stop a few stools over. The dress you wore fitted your form beautifully, highlighting your small waist and larger breasts. You had a perfect hourglass figure and he practically salivated at the sight, wanting nothing more than to worship every inch of you but you were forbidden fruit. Which made it all the harder to resist you.

You hadn’t noticed Javier watching you but Greg had and he felt resentment start to simmer beneath the surface of his skin. If Agent Peña had set his sights on you then he had no chance. No one could resist that man's charms. He was relieved however to see that you remained blissfully unaware of the man’s attentions so he did his best to keep yours on him.

“They’ve done a wonderful job with the decorations huh?” He spoke as he wrapped his arm around your waist and you nodded eagerly in reply “You’re the most beautiful thing here though.”

“Oh shush Greg.” You chuckled, you’d never been very good at taking a compliment.

“No seriously.” He said as he gazed longingly at you “These last few months have been… Well they’ve been wonderful and I know you want to take things slow and that’s fine. Just know that when you are ready, I will make sure to show you just how beautiful I think you are.”

You swooned at his statement but Javier scoffed and then as the narrative repeated in his mind he became intrigued. The two of you hadn’t slept together? How serious can you really be if you’ve never fucked? So he decided you were fair game. God help him, he was going to taste those lips before the night was done.

…

“Would you like another?” Javi asked you as he motioned to your empty glass.

You jumped at the sudden question, turning your head to see Javier Peña staring back at you. A mixture of thoughts and emotions rushed through you at once but the one that lingered was lust. The way the man opposite you was looking at you went straight to your core and you found you were losing yourself in his dark chocolate orbs.

“Oh uh… Yes please.” You fumbled, the shock of your current situation lingering.

“You look lovely.” He said sweetly as he motioned at the barman to refresh yours and his drinks “A little different to your usual get up.”

“How would you know what I usually wear?” You questioned, a little taken aback by his statement.

“I’ve seen you around.” He stated, shrugging his shoulders.

“Right.” You sniggered, taking a sip from your new drink “Thanks for the drink, Agent Peña.” You finished as you turned to leave only to be stopped by his hand grasping your arm.

“Call me Javi.’ He said softly as he smiled at you.

“Well, thank you again Javi but I must be getting back to my date.” Giving him a last nod you sauntered away, unable to miss the scowl plastered across Greg’s face.

“What did he want?” He asked as you came up beside him.

“He got me a drink.” You replied nonchalantly “That was all.”

“That isn’t all he wants from you.” He growled and your head shot back in shock at his change of tone.

“Greg, I am in no danger of attracting Javier Peña.” You snort, rolling your eyes at him.

“Have you seen how you look?” He snapped and you found yourself growing irritated.

“I have and I am not his type.” You spit “He’s only interested in slim, tall, perfect skinned beauties and I am none of those things Greg. You have nothing to worry about.”

Little did you know, he had plenty to worry about. As the evening went on the music started to die down and people began to say their goodnights, thinning the crowd down to the younger staff members of the embassy. Greg had remained possessive of you, noting how Javier would watch you as you danced with your friends or talked with other people from your department. He’d picked his prey and you were it. Greg, helpless to stop it.

“Would you like to dance Hermosa?” Came a deep voice from behind you and you shivered at the effect it had on you.

Turning you see Javier smiling down at you, his suit jacket long since discarded and tie also. He’d unfastened the top three buttons of his shirt and you couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight of his golden skin beneath. Then suddenly your brain caught up with the rest of you and you shook your head as you looked back up at the man that was towering over you.

“I shouldn’t.” You replied, shaking your head as you looked around nervously “I should get back to Greg.”

“Greg is stuck in a deep conversation with a bunch of other accountants.” He countered, taking one of your hands in his “Just one dance. Will be perfectly innocent I promise.”

You tried to find another reason to say no, anything, but you were coming up blank and so you were unable to resist when he pulled you gently towards the dance floor. The song was slow, soft and you glanced around at the other couples close to each other, slowly swaying to the music.

“Relax.” The agent whispered against the shell of your ear and you shivered,

“Why are you doing this Javi?” You questioned, looking up into his eyes.

“Doing what?” He asked with a mildly bemused expression on his face.

“This. Dancing with me, paying me any form of attention.” You elaborated and his brow furrowed “We both know I’m not your type so this isn’t some ploy to get me to sleep with you, or at least I hope it's not. You’ve never spoken to me before tonight so why? What’s this all about?”

“How do you know what my type is?” He questioned, dark eyes watching you closely.

“Because I live across the hall from you and so have seen many of your conquests leave. All thin and beautiful which I am not.” You chuckled to yourself, glancing at Steve who watched the two of you.

“Well firstly, I think you are beautiful.” He stated and you rolled your eyes “Really, you don’t believe me?”

“I believe you’re a smooth talker that’s good at getting women to fall in love with him.” He snorted at the, glancing at Steve a moment before returning his attention to you “I know I’m not beautiful.” You shrug “I came to terms with that a long time ago but I don’t like to be teased or played with. So if this is some sort of game or bet. Please don’t involve me.” You pleaded and Javier felt his heart ache a little that you’d think such a thing.

“This is no game Hermosa.” He said softly “I like you and I wanted to dance with you.” He continued, bringing one hand up to cup your cheek “That's all that is going on here.”

“You like me?” You questioned, unable to help the squeak in your voice.

He nodded as he smiled at you and then time seemed to stand still. Your eyes flitted to his lips as you gazed at each other, the world around you falling away as Javier Peña cupped your face and kissed you softly. You didn't react for a moment, shocked that this is even happening and then you responded, kissing him back as your hands gripped his wrists and when he pulled away, all eyes were on you.

“Can I take you home Hermosa?” He asked quietly as he gazed at you, smiling when you nodded in reply and then he was leading you out. Greg and the party were all forgotten.

…

“I hope you don’t expect me to sleep with you this evening.” You chuckled, smiling shyly at the man driving you.

“A man can always hope.” He replied, glancing at you a moment before returning his attention to the road.

“Well, I’m not that easy.” You stated, sticking your tongue out at him playfully which elicited a throating laugh from the agent "I like to be wooed first."

You loved his laugh. It brought you all new waves of pleasure to hear it but as your building seeped into view, along with a familiar-looking truck parked out front, the realisation hit you like a freight train.

“Oh my god.” You sobbed as you hopped out of his truck, clutching your middle as you cried.

“Hermosa what’s wrong?” Asked Javier, his tone panicked as he sprinted to your side.

“Greg.” You choked and he noticed you staring at the vehicle parked in front of his “I kissed you, and I left him there. What… Why would I do that?”

Javier pulls you into his arms, holding you as you cried over the relationship you know you had destroyed. He pulled you with him, taking you inside and into his apartment where he sat you down on his couch and poured you a drink.

“Thank you.” You hiccuped as you took the drink from him, staring at the glass as he sat beside you “I liked Greg.” You started, eyes not wavering from your glass “He was sweet. Liked me for me and I’d never had that before. All my previous boyfriends wanted one thing and I got burned so much I gave up on the idea that someone could want more with me.”

“You have to go through some hurt to find the right man.” Javier replied, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close “You’ll find him I’m sure. You deserve happiness.”

You sat there and talked for a little longer. Until your eyes were so heavy you could no longer keep them open and when Javier noticed you dosing off, he scooped you into his arms and carried you to his bed. He didn’t try anything. Just simply held you and it was the best sleep he’d had in years.

~

You had no idea you’d be the talk of the office when you returned from the holidays. Greg hadn’t spoken to you since that night and neither had Javi. You’d snuck out the next morning before he’d woken up, mortified that you’d fall asleep at his. You knew you hadn't had sex with him but you’d still slept with him and that brought on all kinds of different emotions. Did he like you the way you like him?

“So how was it?” Asked Kirsten as sat down at your desk, her eyebrows lifting.

“How was what?” You asked, your confusion evident in your features.

“Your hot night with agent Peña.” She elaborated and you almost choked on your coffee “You did fuck him right?”

“No, I didn’t.” You expelled, already feeling sick to the stomach at the realisation you were the talk of the office.

“Oh come on.” She rolled her eyes at your denial “No one goes home with Javier Peña without him having his way with them. You’re so lucky.” She sighed “Although poor Greg left with his tail between his legs. No one blames you for going to the better dish though… Javi is quite the meal.”

You abruptly grabbed your bag and stood from your chair, not stopping to pick it up as it clattered on the stone floor. All you could think about was getting out of there, and fast. You couldn’t miss the sniggering as you swiftly left the office, only to be stopped by two hands grabbing your shoulders.

“Woah what's up?” Asked Greg as he pulled you to the side.

“I uh… everyone's laughing at me.” You sobbed, eyes skirting around and catching peoples stares.

“What did you expect when you went home with Agent Peña.” He scoffed and you looked up at him with a broken expression “All those months clearly meant nothing to you as you dropped your panties for him the moment he called.”

“What? No… I didn’t sleep with him.” You assured, head shaking tears loose from your eyes “I swear to you I didn’t. He kissed me and that’s it.”

“Didn’t see you pushing him away.” He growled and your stomach sank “Despite what you pulled, I still care about you so I will have a word with the others. Just try to keep your head down from now on yeah?”

You nodded, sniffing as you watched him walk away but as you looked around you could see that everyone was still looking at you, talking about you.

You needed to leave.

Your sprinted to the elevators, uncaring of anyone else's attention and pressed the button vigorously, willing it to arrive. You didn’t even look when it opened, just shuffled inside and pressed the button for the parking level. You’d explain later why you’d left.

“Everything okay?” Came a soft Southern voice and you turned your head to see Steve beside you “Rough day?”

“Putting it lightly.” You replied, letting out a watery chuckle as you threw your head into your hands.

“I told Javi to leave you alone. Fucking prick.”

“No this is all my fault.” You sobbed as you looked up at him “Javi was sweet. I should really talk to him but today isn’t the day. Right now I need to go home and wallow.”

“Well, you can do that together if you like.” He chuckled and you looked at him in confusion “He ended up taking today off.

“Right.” You replied as you pulled your bag tighter over your shoulder as you exited the lift and headed towards your car.

Maybe you should speak to him today.

…

You’d more or less talked yourself out of it by the time you'd made it back to your apartment building. You pulled into your allotted parking spot, sprinted up the stairs and made it to your front door, only to be stopped by a familiar voice.

“What are you doing back?” He asked and you turned to face him, noting how his brows were drawn together in concern.

“I uh… Well, let's just say I’m the talk of the office.” You replied plainly as you pulled out your key, desperate to escape this inevitable conversation.

“Why?” He asked and you looked at him again in amazement.

Did this guy seriously have no clue?

“Well, let's see Javi. I turned up at this year's Christmas party with Greg, the guy I was seeing and then left with you after you kissed me in front of all of our colleagues. Why do you think that I’m the subject for office gossip?” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you awaited his response.

“We didn’t sleep together thought?”

“They don’t know that” You replied, rolling your eyes at him “So that’s what everyone assumed happened. That I waited months to take that step with Greg but one kiss from you and I give you what you want.”

“I’m sorry Hermosa.” He replied, his eyes taking on a sad puppy dog quality that immediately had your anger melting away.

“Why aren’t you at work today Javi?” You questioned as your body language relaxed and you turned to put your key in the door.

“One of my informants died.” He announced and you immediately turned to look at him “She uh… Well, she was ratted in by one of her colleagues. We found her last night mutilated and raped.”

“Oh Javi, I’m… I’m so sorry.” You replied as you gave him a sympathetic look, your heart breaking from the pain that was so evident on his face “Did you want to come in?” You asked innocently and he nodded, taking the hand you offered and following you inside.

Little did you know that this time, you really would give Javi what he wanted. You talked, you consoled each other, you kissed and then finally when the kissing became heated and passionate you fucked him, allowing your own troubles to be dissolved by pleasure. You allowed yourself to lose yourself in him and he buried himself in you to escape himself but when all was done and you lay their sated in his arms you started to wonder.

Maybe he did like you.

~

It doesn’t take long for word to spread around the office that you had fucked Javier Peña now. Someone else who lived in the building overhearing your activities and telling the entire office the following day so when you’d turned up the following feeling more relaxed, it was quickly ripped away from you.

“So decided to skive off for a fantastic fuck with Javi Peña eh?” Kirsten asked as she winked at you, the colour completely draining from your face “You lying slut though. I knew you were shagging him.”

“I uh…”

“Oh no use in denying it, you were heard. You’re apparently pretty vocal in the sack.” She sniggered as the other girls in the office started to chuckle along with her “Oh Javi.” She mocked “Oh Javi yes… just there-“

You left before she could finish her berating, tears streaming down your cheeks as you made your way through the halls to the bathrooms in the hope you could cry alone in there but sure enough, you were not to be so lucky. Greg grabbed you as you tried to scurry past but there was no sympathy in those blue orbs anymore, nothing but anger.

“You fucking slut.” He growled, eyes burning you “I courted you for months. Treated you right and the first moment you get you fuck man whore Peña?” He spat and you flinched at his outburst “You just used me. Did you even fucking like me?”

“Yes, Greg.” You sobbed, fat tears flowing freely now “I did like you... I do even. I like you a lot, I swear I didn’t use you.”

“But you couldn’t resist opening your legs for Javier Peña.” He growled, snarling at you as he watched your face crumble “You know he doesn’t commit so good luck regaining any credibility you had here.” He finished, leaving you sobbing in his wake.

You quickly sprinted through the halls, people's mocking laughter filling your ears but you just pushed forward. You looked up a moment and that's when you caught eyes with him, the man from which all this trouble had stemmed from and you stopped, giving him a hopeful look as he grabbed your arm and pulled you to one side.

“What's the matter?”

“You seriously the only person in the embassy not to hear the latest gossip?” You asked, noticing the genuine confusion that spread across his face.

“We were heard Javi.” You explained, wiping your cheeks with your sleeves “Someone heard us and has told everyone.” You sobbed, face leaning into his hand as he cupped your cheek “But you can set everyone straight, tell them that this is different? I mean, it was different right?” You asked, eyes pleading for him to soothe your worries.

“Hermosa…” He trailed off as he dropped his hand and shook his head, your stomach dropping “Hermosa I-.”

“You said you like me.” You choked, eyes growing wide as you shook your head in disbelief “That I’m beautiful.”

“I do and you are.” He assured you “But I’m not a commitment guy.” He paused and you felt sick “What we did was just two friends comforting each other. Nothing more.”

You can’t believe it. How had you gone and done this again? You’d given yourself to someone body and soul only to be stomped on again. You were a fool and you knew it. There was never going to be a chance of Javier Peña want more than to bury himself in you. You were plain. Simple.

Ordinary.

You left without another word. Darting into the nearest bathroom where you emptied the contents of your stomach before crying yourself dry. When you did finally emerge you were called into your manager's office and were instantly told to take some time. You had some leave to take so they advised you to take it. Let the scandal die down a little. You couldn’t be the talk of the office forever.

So you do. You take the two months you accrued and you leave, numb the entire drive back to your apartment. You thought about going home, actually taking a vacation but then you’ve never been one for adventure. You don’t have anyone back home. No family or friends to speak of so you decide to spend it here. At home. Wallowing in your own self-pity.

~

2 months later…

Javier had noticed your absence and he’d also noticed that you never left your apartment. At least you never left it when he was around to see it. He knew you were due back today, one of the other secretaries informing him that your leave had ended so why weren’t you here? It wasn’t like you to be late. You were always in before most of the other office admins were, sipping your coffee as you went through your daily schedule.

No one else seemed to be worried about your absence. A few assuming you’d forgotten that you were due to come back but they were a little surprised when Agent Peña had started asking around for you. Everyone knew that things between you and him had crashed and burned, your very public refusal being the next hot topic for the weeks that followed. So when he came up short with your colleagues he went to your boss, his worry growing by the minute.

“I’m not sure why it matters to you where she is.” Stated your boss as they continued to skim through the paperwork in front of them “It’s because of you that she ended up taking leave.”

“I understand that but…”He paused a moment, trying to carefully plan what he needed to say “She lives opposite me. I’ve not seen her leave in two months or even heard a peep from her apartment. I know that her suffering is my doing but I do care about her well being.”

“Well, you should have thought about her well being before you dragged her name through the dirt.”

“Do you know where she is?” He growled, growing more and more impatient by the second.

“Yes, I do.” They replied plainly.

“So?”

“She’s in the hospital.” Javier’s eyes shot open, stomach dropping as he stared at the older woman across from him.

“What… what happened?” He asked although he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

“I can’t tell you that.” She stated and he let out a frustrated sigh

“Is she at least going to be okay?”

“She’s in a bad way.” She paused as she finally placed the documents in her hands down “If you want to see her I can’t stop you. Just know… it is very likely that she won’t want to see you.”

She told the agent where you were and watched as he left, knowing that deep down he had a right to know what had happened to put you there.

…

A few flashes of his badge and he was soon led to your room, stopping the doctor as he left your room and demanding he be told what was wrong. He could see that you were sleeping inside and he felt himself ease a little seeing that you weren’t bloody and beaten. So what was wrong?

“She was poisoned.” The doctor explained in Spanish and Javier felt his anxiety shoot through the roof again.

“Poisoned?” He asked “How? By who?”

“By herself.” The doctor stated and Javier’s stomach dropped.

Had he really hurt you that badly?

“She tried to terminate her pregnancy using an old home remedy.” The doctor elaborated and Javier jumped at that.

“Pregnancy?”

“Yes.” The doctor nodded “She is around 2 months pregnant.”

Javier knew instantly it was his and a mixture of emotions coursed through him. Why had you not come to him? Why did you feel like this was the right thing to do? If there was a baby involved he would do what was right. You had to know that right?

“She is sedated.” The doctor continued “The baby survived. The remedy did not work but it did nearly kill her. She was hysterical when she arrived. Begging us to save it.” He paused, glancing at you before returning his attention to Javier “I don’t think she really wanted to get rid of it. She was just desperate and scared. She should be okay though. We will continue to monitor her and the baby. ”

Javier nodded before stepping aside so the Doctor could leave. His mind was racing as he stepped inside of your hospital room and taking a seat at your side. He would wait. Wait until you woke up and he would talk to you. He needed to understand why you did this. Why you felt you had no other option.

…

You were shocked to find Peña dosing in the chair beside your bed when you woke up. How did he even know you were here? Your head was pounding and your mouth dry so you turned your head to find the bottle of water a nurse had brought you earlier, only to knock it when you went to grab it. The agent woke instantly and you groaned in frustration. You didn’t need his lecture right now.

“Hey.” He said softly as he grabbed the bottle and opened it before bringing it to your lips “How are you feeling?”

You shrugged as you sipped the water, relishing how it soothed your sore throat and dry tongue. You nodded when you’d had your fill and watched as he screwed the lid back on and placed it back on the table.

“What are you doing her Javier?” You rasped and he flinched at your inquiry.

“I was worried about you.” He stated, sad eyes locking with yours “The doctor said you and the baby are going to be okay.” He said with a smile and your eyes started to water.

“So you know?”

“Yes.” He replied plainly “He also told me you tried to get rid of it.” He paused, stroking away a tear that escaped from your eye “Why?”

“Because I knew you wouldn’t want it.” You replied, lip trembling as you spoke “And I didn't want to raise it on my own.” You paused, watching him process your words before you go for the jugular “Besides, I was just another one of your conquests. Can't go tarnishing your record and I’ve destroyed my reputation enough. Having your baby will just destroy whatever integrity I have left.”

“So what are you going to do?” He asks, stomach twisting.

“I’m going to leave Javier.” You said plainly “I will leave and I will raise this baby on my own. No one will ever need to know you have a bastard child with one of your many whores. I want nothing from you so you can go now.”

“Hermosa I-“

“Leave.” You growled, angry tears staining your cheeks “I’m giving you the out you want. Take it.”

Part 2

[tricksters-captain]

Bucky Barnes Imagines - Look after you

AN: Requested by Anonymous - Bucky Barnes and ‘Look After You’ by The Fray - I hope you like my interpretation on it

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Summary: Bucky saves you from a mugger and you stay the night in his apartment

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,409

Warnings: Man cornering woman in an alley, some violence, some strong language.

You felt the hairs stand up on the back of your neck as you turned your second right corner. 

The man who you thought might be following you, turned as well. 

You felt sick. 

What were you going to do? You didn't have your pepper spray on you and your phone had died at work. 

You felt like such an idiot but you didn’t expect to be put on a double shift. You were meant to finish at 6 not at close but Julie had called in sick whilst you were already on shift and you needed the money this week. 

You thought the corner you turned lead into another street but instead it was a long narrow alleyway. Your eyes searched your surroundings; you needed to find a way to get rid of your stalker. 

You clutched hold of your bag as you heard the footsteps behind you pick up and then you took a deep shaky breath. 

You took off. 

Your follower was chasing after you but you refused to turn around in fear of falling over at the speed you were sprinting. 

You felt a hand grab hold of your hair and yank you backwards. 

You let out a scream as you collided with the concrete. 

You scrambled around on the floor and managed to kick off your attacker. 

That’s when you heard it. 

The cock of the gun. 

Your attacker had stood back, aiming a small handgun at you. 

“Give me the purse and any other money you have on you.” The hooded man demanded. 

“I don't have any money on me.” You felt tears in your eyes as you felt a throbbing in your ankle. You must've twisted it when you were trying to get the attacker off you. 

Your attacker sent his foot into your ribs which made you cry out again. 

“Don’t play stupid with me, bitch!” Your attacker hissed. 

“Now that’s not a very nice way to treat a lady.” A different voice spoke up with  lay sarcasm and that’s when a rather large arm grabbed your attacker from behind him. 

You watched the mystery man throw your attacker against the wall, stripping him of the gun and landing a fist straight to his face. The attacker fell to the floor unconscious. 

“You alright?” Your saviour came towards you and helped you off the floor.

“T-thank you.” You were still in shock but could manage to thank the man. 

“Come on. This is my apartment building. You wanna call someone?” The man looked up at the building to your left and you nodded your head. 

“I’m Bucky.” Bucky finally introduced himself and you responded with your own name. 

When you tried to walk, Bucky noticed you wince and fall down slightly on your ankle. 

“I’m sure it’s just a sprain.” You whispered as he ducked down to help you. 

He wrapped your arm around him as he held you up and you hobbled beside him to the front door. 

You took the elevator up to his apartment and Bucky helped you inside. 

“I’m sorry, I haven’t got much furniture.” Bucky apologised as he sat you down on his couch. “I don’t get many visitors.”

You watched the man go over to his fridge-freezer and take out an ice pack. You noticed that he wore black gloves when he cracked it in his hands. 

Bucky told you to sit back on the couch and propped your leg up on his knee. Wrapping the ice pack around your ankle. 

“No bed?” You tried to make conversation as you looked around the small apartment. 

Beside the couch was some blankets and a pillow.

“I don’t sleep much.” Bucky muttered, his eyes flickering from your ankle to your eyes and back again. 

“Veteran?” You questioned. One of your old friends from your hometown had done a couple tours and always found a bed too soft after.

“How can you tell?” Bucky asked. 

“Bedsheets on the floor. My friend, Robin, he couldn’t sleep in a bed after his tour.” You explained as you shifted slightly under Bucky’s grip. 

“Did you want to call someone?” Bucky asked you after a moment of silence. 

“I only moved here a month ago. I don’t really have anyone to call.” You admitted quietly, slightly embarrassed at the fact the only reason you were up here was because you agreed to use the phone. 

Bucky looked up at you again momentarily. 

“You live round here?” Bucky asked. 

“A few blocks over.” You informed him. 

There was another silence. 

“I know I don’t know you... But... can I stay tonight? My apartment is kinda rough and I don’t know if I can sleep there tonight after...” You felt yourself getting worked up again thinking about your attacker. 

“I––” Bucky went to speak, pulling a face of uncertainty.

“I’ve leave straight away in the morning. I just... What if he wakes up and he knows where I live?” You pulled your arms around yourself as you started to overthink. 

“Um, you can sleep on the couch.” Bucky didn’t know how to say no when you looked so scared. 

Bucky rose to his feet, placing your ankle down on the floor gently. He walked over to a small cupboard and pulled out a blanket and some clothes. 

He handed you the blanket before awkwardly excusing himself to the bathroom. 

When he returned he was in a pair of jogging shorts and a long sleeved t-shirt. He still had the gloves on. 

“What’s up with the gloves?” You asked, purely out of curiosity. 

“Um...” Bucky looked down at his hands, “Uh, poor circulation.” He told you. 

He sat down on the floor where his own blanket was and then switched on the television. 

“I- uh- I can’t sleep without it.” Bucky didn’t look at you when he spoke.

“It’s okay.” You whispered, tucking yourself up on the couch. 

You wouldn’t usually stay at some random guys apartment with no knowledge of him but Bucky had a weird calming effect on you. You felt safe. 

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep but just as quickly as you fell, you were rudely awakened by a sudden screaming. 

You shot up, forgetting where you were for a minute before you heard the screaming again. 

You fell off the couch, crawling over to Bucky where he was writhing on the floor. 

He was covered in sweat and his shirt was soaked through. 

“Bucky!” You touched him lightly, “Bucky! Wake up!” You applied more pressure, shaking the man as his screaming pained your chest.

The man jolted upwards, his cries stopped when his eyes snapped opened. 

His hand grabbed your upper arm with a painfully tight grip. 

“Hey, it’s me.” You cupped his face, trying to get him to look at you. 

His breathing started to slow and his hand released when he caught your eyes.

“Hey...”You whispered, brushing his wet hair off his forehead. 

“I’m sorry.” Bucky’s voice came out strangled and so you limped over to the sink and poured him some water. 

“Thanks.” Bucky took the water before he pulled his t-shirt off. That’s when you noticed his arm. 

It was metal. He must've suffered his loss during his time served. 

Bucky didn’t see you see him. 

“That must've been one hell of a dream.” You sat opposite him on the floor, crossing your legs over. Resting your sore ankle on top of your knee.

Bucky didn’t say anything. 

“It’s okay.” You assured him as you reached out and told hold of his hand. 

Bucky almost withdrew but when your skin was on his, he felt something wash up his arm. 

“Why are you being so nice? If the guy I was rooming with was screaming in the night I would’ve left.” Bucky tried to be light-hearted. You smiled weakly at the man. 

“You helped me. Only right, I do the same.” You explained. “Also, can’t exactly get far right now.” You reminded him of your ankle. 

Bucky smiled for the first time since you met him and you felt your heart flutter. 

“I’m sorry I woke you.” Bucky apologised again. 

“You can make it up to me with breakfast.” You squeezed his hand before hauling yourself up onto the small couch again. 

“And here I was wasting my time with online dating.” Bucky mumbled but you expect he didn’t mean for you to hear that last remark. 

AN: Hope you like it!

[patchworkpuzzle]

MINORS DNI 18+

word count: ~1.5k

paring: Kaminari x f!Reader

warnings: face sitting, a little overstimulation, quirk use, some spanking

authors note: GUESS WHO IS BACK AGAIN! With another gift of pure filth, this time for my lovely Lills! ( @myheelsdontmatchmysweatpants ) I have been on a roll writing this kind of stuff, so figured I would branch out to characters I haven’t written yet. So, hope you all like it!

A dinner date, that was what Kaminari proposed you guys do on your next Friday date-night. Dressing up in your nicest dress, doing your hair and makeup all pretty, and then being taken to one of the nicest restaurants by your boyfriend sounded like such a wonderful time; a bougie one at that. And who didn’t like feeling all rich and important every now and then?

You certainly enjoyed being all dolled up, especially when you get to see the wide-eyed expression of awe your boyfriend always gave you when you did; like you hung the stars. And you especially liked how he would twirl you in a circle before hugging you close as he tells you how fantastic you looked. It made you feel so desired that you couldn’t help but strut around when walking into the restaurant.

It was always such a confidence boost. And it helped that when you felt like this, Kaminari would be all over you. Always needing to touch some part of you, almost in a possessive way. Like he knew how desirable you were and wanted to make sure that everyone knew you were his.

It wasn’t hidden well either. When you were waiting for your food to arrive, and making idle chit chat to pass the time, he would look at you with hooded eyes every time he took a sip of wine. The heated gaze would always make you bite you lip as you would shyly take a sip of your own drink. You were getting drunk, and not off the alcohol.

It eased off when dinner showed up. Both of you too excited to eat the delicious meal to really try and keep up the tension. And what a meal it was. Kaminari chose this place due to its high ratings and plenty of good reviews to back up the claims, and they were not lies. Every bite you took was heavenly that it didn’t take long for you to finish your meal.

When the waiter came to ask if you would like to look at the dessert menu, you gave an enthusiastic nod. It made Kaminari chuckle as he watched you open the menu, hand resting on his palm as he watched you list off all the dessert items.

When you finally decided on one, giving your choice to the waiter who happily wrote it down, you were surprised to see that Kaminari wasn’t going to get anything. Instead choosing to watch you, head still in palm with a happy smile on his face, while you enjoyed your confection.

Who would have thought that you were his dessert.

Certainly not you, not even when he slowly stalked his way to your shared bed that you were currently sitting on. To be fair, you were a little preoccupied with taking off your heels which were gorgeous, but they were killer on your poor feet. The relief that came from taking them off overshadowed the difference in pressure on the mattress. It wasn’t until his hand graze you back that you looked over at him.

“What are you doing?” You giggled, eyebrows raising in confusion as you watched him get comfortable on the pillows and loosening the tie around his neck.

“Get ready for my dessert of course.” Kaminari shrugged, brining his arms to the back of his head as he gave you a knowing look.

“Your… dessert?” You repeated, confusion ever laced in your tone as you watched him. Eyes widening when the realization hit you, causing him to chuckle.

“Yes, I waited all night for it. So, hurry up and get up here.” He commanded, moving a hand to tug at you arm.

Your felt your cheeks heat up, whether it was in embarrassment or your body flushing at his words you wouldn’t exactly know. But that didn’t stop an excited giggle escape your throat as you crawled your way to him. Letting his arms encircle you to pull you chest to chest as he brought your lips together in a messy and hungry kiss, one you returned quickly with a muffled moan.

He was the one to pull away, bringing a hand to tangle in your hair to keep you apart when you tried to lean in for another kiss. You let out a needy whine in protest, but all that did was making him chuckle and he tsked your reaction.

“I said I wanted my dessert. So, get up here.” His tone raspy and dark, clearly showing his was aroused, as he tugged the bottom on your dress up your thighs to rest at your hips.

 It went straight to your core, his commanding tone and assertive actions, that you couldn’t help but shiver as you shakily lowered your panties down your legs before moving up his body. Carefully you placed your knees on either side of his head, being sure you didn’t crush any of his hair, as you brought your hands up to your headboard for the much-needed support.

You gasped when you felt his tongue lick a stripe up you folds slowly, repeating the action a few more times as he brought his arms to encircle your thighs to keep you in place and to pull you further down to properly sit on his face. The groan he let out once he got a proper taste of you was almost pornographic, and the vibrations made you whimper as you brought a hand down to grip his hair.

He picked up his pace, lounge lapping at your bundle of nerves before wrapping his lips around it to suck harshly; groaning when he felt your hips starting to buck.

“Yeah, that’s it babygirl” He whispered, moving a hand down to rub vicious circles at your clit, the other giving a harsh slap to your ass “Ride my face.”

He gave one last kiss to your core before lapping at your twitching hole, enjoying the mewls you let out when he slowly started thrusting his tongue into you. Hand still playing and twisting at your clit to try and make you moan louder, wanting you to scream his name, wanting you to gush all over his face like he knows you can.

His onslaught on your core was relentless, he was eating you like the most delectable thing on this earth, with the sounds of him slurping up your slick was making your head dizzy as you tried to stay upright and not crush him. Not that he would mind if you suffocated him, he would die a very happy man. Letting out a little yelp-like moan whenever he slapped your sore ass anytime you slowed down your movements atop him, even if only slightly.

You were getting close, the coil in your belly was threatening to snap and send you over the edge; and with how your body kept trembling and the pressure that was overwhelming you, you knew it was going to be huge.

“Gonna cum, please please let me cum!” You whined, your hips unabashedly moving themselves up and down his face, trying desperately to tip yourself over that precarious edge.

“Come on baby.” Kaminari mumbled “Cum all over my face, do it.”

He could tell you needed a little push; you were so close to cumming. The thumb he was currently using to rub at your clit slowed ever so slightly, causing you to sob out at the loss, only for said sob to turn into a yelp as you felt an electric shock on your bundle of nerves, setting it alight.

Another followed in quick succession, and then a third, all causing you hips to stutter, your body to go rigid, and your eyes to roll to the back. Your back arched painfully, your moans turning into a broken mess, as your orgasm finally washed over you. Your cum unapologetically gushing all over Kaminari’s face. Which he happily, and greedily, slurped away as his thumb slowly kept rubbing at your clit to help you extend your orgasm.

You whined when you were finally able to come back down to earth, trying to move your tender cunt away from his eager tongue. You finally were able to slip from his grasp enough to flop down on the bed, your hand coming up to push the hair that clung to your forehead away.

You didn’t have a moment of reprieve though. His hand came down to give a light slap to your thighs before moving it back in between them to give another playful jolt to your abused cunt; making you sob at the overstimulation.

“I hope you’re not getting sleepy” Kaminari chuckled, cupping your jaw, and tapping his middle finger against your warm cheek “Cause I’m not done enjoying my dessert.”

[mersuperwholocked-lowlife]

Too Late For An Apology

Word Count: 1,823

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Reader

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader; John Winchester x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, slight torture, slight TW: abuse, but doesn’t go too in depth

A/N: i’m sorry my posting schedule sucks now oof

A/N 2: Thanks to my fav bitch @tragedy-of-sorts​ for reading and also for being my fav 

A/N 3: The reader’s like six years younger than Dean, two younger than Sam

Masterlist

You heard your doorbell ringing in the middle of the night, while you shot your head up, looking at the clock next to you. It was 3 in the morning. You frowned slightly, reaching for your gun before slipping out of bed, looking through the eyehole.

“Dad?” you opened the door, revealing your father showing up in front of you.

“Hey, (Y/N),” you wrapped your arms around John, still in shock.

“Dad, what are you doing here? And at this time?” he walked into your apartment before you closed the door, turning on the lights.

“I have a lead. Hunting the demon that killed your mother. I’ll need your help,” he started.

You felt chills going down your spine.

“Where are Sam and Dean?” you asked.

“Sam went away to college, and Dean’s off somewhere, on a hunt probably,” he replied.

“Wouldn't either of them be able to help you better? I haven't hunted in two years, Dad,” you kept your voice low.

“They can’t know. They’ll mess everything up, you know how your brothers are. We leave tomorrow, okay?” you nodded your head softly, before going to pack your bag, getting ready for the big hunt.

---

“That’s totally unfair! (Y/N) doesn't have to train! (Y/N) doesn’t have to do anything!” you could hear Dean yelling at John, while you hid behind the door of Bobby’s house. You held a drawing in your hands, one that you made of yourself with your siblings and father.

“She is a child!” John yelled back.

“She’s twelve! When me and Sam were twelve you would force us to hunt! You never let us rest? I hate (Y/N) and I hate how you give her special treatment all the damn time!” tears welled up in your eyes as you crumpled the paper, stuffing it into your bag before sneaking back upstairs.

---

“Do you know how long we’ve been looking for you and Dad for?” you kept your gaze on your bed sheets in your hospital room, hearing Dean yell at you.

“I tried to-”

“Not only do you abandon us, now you’re back, and with Dad, and never thought it was important to tell us?” he yelled.

You frowned slightly before realization hit you. They never knew why you left.

“I’m sorry,” you clenched your jaw.

He groaned, frustrated.

“Get ready, we’re leaving,” he slammed the door shut as he walked out of your hospital room.

---

“I saw your journal in the trash can, (Y/N),” John sat down next to you in your bed.

“I’m kind of over the whole drawing thing,” you lied, shaking your head.

“What happened?” John asked.

“Nothing happened, I just don't like it anymore,” you shrugged, turning back to your schoolwork.

“Just like that?” he questioned.

“I want to go on a hunt,” you said.

“What? (Y/N)...”

“I’m sure, Dad,” you interrupted him.

“Fine. We’ll start your training tomorrow,” he agreed.

He kissed your forehead and left, before you laid on your bed, digging your face in your pillow.

---

You held back a sob, watching John’s body burst into flames. There was silence between the three of you, while you stood a distance away from them.

“Sam,” your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Let’s go,” he walked away from you, while he and Dean headed back to the car.

Your tears fell down your face, as you let out a shaky breath.

“(Y/N)!” Sam yelled.

“I-I’m coming,” you followed them back to the car, keeping your head low.

---

Your vision was blurry as you sat in the chair, a rope tied to your hands painfully. There was blood dripping from your wounds as you cried out in pain.

“Just tell us where he is,” the vampire grabbed your hair, pulling your head up.

“No!” you screamed.

Your face was covered with dried tears, new ones forming. Your eye was bruised. 

“You’re gonna talk, kid. Sooner or later,” you felt his fangs enter the skin on your neck as you whimpered. Your body was too weak to move.

“Just let me go, please,” you begged.

You could barely keep your eyes open, crying softly.

---

“What happened to your eye?” Dean walked past you, noticing the darkened skin around your left eye.

“Don't worry about it,” you shook your head, avoiding eye contact with him.

You knew he didn't remember what he did to you last night.

“Me and Sam are going on a hunt,” he said.

“Just you and Sam?” you asked.

“(Y/N), you know you’ll just end up slowing us down. If we need you, we’ll call you,” he replied.

“Right,” you nodded your head softly.

After the two of them left, you ran to your room, stuffing all your belongings into a duffel bag.

Now was finally your chance to leave them. They always hated you, it didn't matter that you were their sister. Your black eye is the least they've done to you while drunk, and you knew you had to leave.

You stood at the door, looking down at the bunker before shaking your head. It was time to go.

---

“Dad?” you opened your eyes, scrunching them as the fluorescent hospital light blinded you.

“(Y/N),” he let out a breath of relief, wrapping his arms around you as you winced.

“You’re not hunting ever again,” your eyes watered slightly as you nodded your head.

“I’m going to set you up with an apartment. You’re leaving this life,” you frowned.

“Dad, no-”

“Yes, (Y/N). You were tortured for information. I am trying to keep you safe, do not argue with me,” he raised his voice slightly.

“How come you never treat Sam and Dean like this?” you scoffed.

“They’re not my daughter. You are,” he said.

“That’s not an excuse. They’re still my brothers. They are still your sons,” you crossed your arms together.

“Enough, (Y/N). I’ll be back in the morning to get you,” he said.

“Dad,” he closed the door, leaving your room while you sighed, slumping in your bed.

---

“Babe? Are you home? I’ve been stuck at work all day, and I know we’re late to pick up…” you dropped your bag on the floor, Sam and Dean standing in front of you while you entered your house.

“Your husband and kid are out,” Dean spoke.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you were sure to take a step back.

“We could ask you the same thing, you know,” Sam scoffed.

“You left us again. You abandoned us again,” Dean clenched his fist in anger as you tensed, feeling fear run throughout your veins.

“I don't… why are you guys here?” your voice was softer as you scratched the back of your neck.

“You can't be here, you’re a danger to my family,” you could feel the nervousness in your veins as you stood firmly. You’ve spent too long afraid of them.

“You son of a bitch. What the hell are we then?!” Dean yelled.

You flinched slightly.

“Why did you leave, (Y/N)? Why did you run away?” Sam’s voice was slightly calmer, anger still evident.

“I couldn't take both of your crap anymore,” you shook your head.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean scoffed.

“The day I left, you asked me how I got that black eye. Because you didn't remember giving it to me that previous night,” you dug your nails into your palm, trying to hold back your tears. Dean immediately scoffed, shaking his head.

“You’re lying,” he said.

“All my life, the two of you have despised everything about me,” you started.

“(Y/N),” Sam opened his mouth.

“Shut up!” you yelled.

You saw a surprised look on both of their faces.

“I never noticed it until I was twelve. I drew a picture for you, Dean. It was a picture of all of us, Mom included. I wanted to give it to you until I overheard you talking with Dad. Y-You told him how much you hated… how much you hated me,” you let a tear fall down your face, as Dean’s softened.

“I always tried to do whatever I could to get you two to like me, or at least to not hate me. But nothing I ever did was good enough,” you sniffled.

“That doesn't change the fact that you abandoned us,” Dean tried to defend himself.

“The first time I left was because a vampire was trying to use me to get to Dad. He didn't want that for me, and so he took me out of the life, at least until he got a lead on Azazel,” you clenched your jaw, letting out a shaky breath.

“T-The… you and Sam used to get really, really drunk. You’d never remember it in the morning. You would h-hurt me. I covered up so many bruises because I didn't want to upset you two,” your voice broke slightly as you looked at Dean.

There were visible tears in his and Sam’s eyes.

“I never knew why you hated me so much. W-Was it because Dad treated me differently? Was it because I’m the youngest? Was it because I reminded you of Mom? Was it because… was it jealousy?” Dean took a step forward, while you quickly took a step back.

“(Y/N), we never meant… We never meant to hurt you,” Sam’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“That’s all you have? Really?” you scoffed.

“Sam, just… (Y/N). Listen to me,” Dean started.

“I was jealous of you. Dad always treated you differently, always treated you specially. I was stupid, and wrong. Every time I did anything for Dad, I would only get into more trouble. Whenever you disobeyed him, he would ignore it. I’ve been jealous of you my whole life. Even now. Y-You have a kid, you have a family. You got out. I’m sorry, kid. I’m so sorry for everything,” you wiped away your tears as you kept a strong face on.

“I need you both to leave,” you said.

“I’m sorry-” Dean said.

“The door. I need you both to leave. Now,” you shook your head.

“(Y/N)...”

“You’re about 34 years too late for an apology. I want you to leave. Don't come back here, stay away from me and my family,” the two of them looked at you in shock, before walking to your front door, while you held it open to them.

Dean gave you a small hug, while you remained stiff.

“Take care of yourself, kiddo,” he gave you a small smile, before walking out of your house.

You closed the door behind the two of them, immediately falling to the ground as you let out a loud sob, feeling your heart racing as you wrapped your arms around yourself. Your sobs died down as you leaned against the door, wrapping your arms around yourself. You needed to stay strong, and they needed to stay away.

[alloftheimaginesblog]

Life Without Colour (PART FOUR)

Soulmate AU: Your vision is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. You and your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, aren’t each others soulmates but you love each other. He introduces you to his friends, the Avengers, and a very odd thing happens.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Plus Size Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Female Reader

Taglist:  @domainoflostsouls​  forgetthisbull  handon-h-art  yourspecialcrush  giulsgotmusic  mrsbarnes-rogers  luosymekawa  linzeyzarcone  forgetthisbull   calamityreads  talgra 

Warnings: this one takes a darker turn; trigger warnings for kidnapping, drugged, threats/slight violence, Hydra, angst

Note: this is over 6000 words, enjoy!! x

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

PART SIX

A few weeks had passed since you first saw colour; a few weeks have passed since you and Steve talked through everything and made peace with Bucky Barnes being your soulmate which mean a few weeks have passed since you last saw or spoke to Bucky Barnes. After your 3am phone call, you hadn’t seen him. You’d told Steve about the phone call when you were both awake the next morning, telling him as much of the conversation as you could remember. He seemed fine with it, knowing about Bucky’s nightmares and erratic sleeping schedule. In fact, he appreciated the gesture that Bucky reached out to ask what you were comfortable with. What Steve appreciated more though was your honesty and the fact you were straight with Bucky and told him that you and Steve were happy together and nothing would change that.

Everything was fine with you and Steve, every issue had been ironed out and in fact, the two of you had never been closer. You were truly grateful for Steve’s forgiveness and now, the guilt had almost fully disappeared. He had helped you to heal that wound and you had helped to heal his wounds with trust; you had proved yourself to be honest and that it was just one slip up. 

Life had been good those few weeks, you spent more time with Nat and got to know about her budding relationship with Bruce. You’d seen the team a bit more than usual as well. No one else - besides Nat and Sam - knew about the soulmate fiasco and truthfully, it wasn’t their business to know anyway. Bucky hadn’t been around much, he’d called Steve a couple of times just to say that he was doing his own thing for a while as per your wishes. Steve was thankful to Bucky for providing that space even if it meant he had only seen his best friend a handful of times since he returned from Wakanda.

Things were good. Until they weren’t.

Steve and the some of the team got dragged to a mission across the country. It was a big one; Hydra were back and trying to infiltrate the systems. Brock Rumlow, or Crossbones as he referred to himself now, was after Steve and he wouldn’t stop until he got him. You didn’t really know what was happening with the mission, Steve was never allowed to tell you a lot about the missions, you just knew that it was a big one and it was dangerous. You hated when Steve was away on a mission; you hated the not knowing part of it all but you supposed it’s what you deserved for falling in love with Captain America.

You didn’t know how serious it was until you had been bringing the groceries into yours and Steve’s apartment and saw four men - three very large, hulking brutes of men - waiting for you. The scream that rose in your throat never found its way out before a gloved hand was forced over your mouth, holding a rag with something strong smelling over your mouth and nose. Brock Rumlow had you pinned in his arms, forcing you to breathe in the chemicals. You tried to fight against him as the fear radiated through your body, trying to put some of those self defence techniques that Natasha had taught you to good use but he was too strong and everything felt fuzzy around the edges. Your eyes were wide as you struggled, trying to escape, trying to scream; trying to do anything that would help to save you. Your heart pounded painfully against your ribcage and you could feel the panic set in when your vision began to blur. You could see the three men approach, weapons in hand but a gruff voice in your ear said, “Stop struggling and we won’t hurt you.” Whether you wanted to stop struggling or not wasn’t up to you but instead, the choice had been taken away and given to the substance that you were breathing in. As the darkness crept in, you heard a faint voice say, “Get Rogers on the phone now.”

Flashes of light, snippets of sound and quick seconds of vision was what you experienced for a few hours as you drifted in and out of consciousness. It wasn’t until a loud bang erupted a few rooms away that you really began to come back to life. Squinting in the low light, you blinked hard, trying to focus on something to figure out where you were. Wherever you were, it was dark and dim and it smelled faintly of the explosion of fireworks on the 5th of November.

You weren’t hurt, your neck ached from the position you’d been in for what you could only assume was the last few hours. You went to move when you realised that your hands and feet were bound. That’s when you really began to wake up. What the fuck? Your memory was hazy but you remembered Rumlow and his goons in your apartment. You pulled at your hands, trying to get loose but the bonds that tied your hands were too tight. Squinting, you looked around the room, it was dark, with a metal door and a few wooden boxes in the corner. You were sitting on a wooden chair, hands and feet bound to the arms and legs of it. 

Your mind thought of Steve, oh god, Steve. You knew this had been Rumlow’s doing, what if he had gotten to Steve? What if- what if he- No. You couldn’t think like that. Steve had been on a mission states away from you. Rumlow had come to you because he obviously couldn’t get to Steve, he was drawing Steve out and you were the bait. Steve’s going to find you, (y/n). He said he’ll always protect you and he’ll keep that promise.

The more you panicked, the more you began to struggle; trying to break free of the ropes. Your breathing was quick and ragged as you struggled, your heart rate increasing with every passing second. Tears welled in your eyes as your mind raced with the horrors of what was going to happen to you. You froze when you could hear grunting outside, it sounded close.

Fear kicked you hard in the stomach, making you feel light headed and nauseous. You’d never been this terrified before. You thought that the most you could be scared was that time a spider ran across the bed when Steve was in a shower and you had to deal with getting it out of the apartment but no, tied to a chair after being drugged and kidnapped with explosions and not knowing what the fuck was going on... yeah, that’s a whole new level of fear. You tried to slow your breathing as you strained to listen to the commotion outside of the room you occupied. You could hear grunts and what sounded like punches before the metal door of the room was thrown open and there stood Sam Wilson. A sob got caught in your throat as you saw him.

He pressed his earpiece as he rushed to you, kneeling to help untie you, “I got her, Steve. Second floor, take a right, fifth door down. She’s okay.”

“Oh my god,” you sobbed as relief flooded your senses, “Oh my god, Sam!”

Sam murmured words of comfort as he worked on the ropes that bounded you to the chair, “It’s okay, they’re not gonna hurt you. We’ve got you now.”

He managed to get the last one untied when Steve ran into the room. He wore his Captain America gear sans the mask and carried the shield. As soon as he saw you, he tossed his shield to the side and rushed to your aid. Sam stepped to the side, picking up the shield and playing around with it as he allowed you two a moment to reunite. He was muttering about how the shield was much lighter than it looked.

“Steve,” you whimpered, throwing your arms around your boyfriend and allowing him to pull you up. He held you tightly, breathing heavy into your neck.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck, “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

“Sorry to interrupt but we gotta move,” Sam said after a minute, “before we get any more company.”

“Are you okay to walk?” Steve asks you, pulling you back to look at you, “Are you hurt?”

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” you say, wiping your eyes, “Tired but I can make it.”

The three of you hurry out, Steve tells you not to look at the bodies on the floor but you do and you instantly regret it. “Are they-”

“Knocked out,” Sam says, answering your question before you finish it, “but won’t be for long so we gotta hurry.”

Everything’s a bit of a blur as Steve and Sam usher you out, careful to take you the safest and quickest path. You feel queasy after seeing the blood and the carnage of the few HYDRA men so your eyes are trained to the ground until Steve has you safe and sitting in the quinjet. 

Steve doesn’t let go of you, always touching or holding onto you in some way or another. You’re silent as Sam begins to fly the jet. Steve’s talking to you but you can’t focus on anything other than his hand in yours, “I’m tired,” you whisper, “I’m so tired.” You lay your head on Steve’s shoulder and darkness quickly encapsulates you.

You gasp awake, jolting upwards, “Whoa, (y/n), it’s okay!” A voice says quickly, “You’re okay, you’re safe remember. It’s Steve, sweetheart; it’s Steve. Look at me, (y/n).”

Your mind whirs, the tendrils of the nightmare still creeping around in your brain. Hands on your face force your eyes to stop fleeting from wall to wall and instead focus on the person in front of you. Steve stares at you, telling you that everything’s okay and that you’re safe now. Steve’s hands are on either side of your face as he makes you look at him. You blink hard, as your eyes struggle to focus on him. You hear the rapid beeping of the machine and you register that it’s your measuring your heartrate. His face finally sharpens and you can see him properly now.

“Slow breath in, sweetheart. You’re safe, I promise you. Copy me.” Steve takes a deep breath and you follow suit, trying to calm the rapid beating of your heart. Steve repeats to you that you’re in hospital and you’re safe, “No one can hurt you in here.”

You look away from him after a few seconds to look around you and sure enough, you are in hospital. The walls are pure white, too white and you’re in the hospital bed, “How did I get here?”

“We got you and you passed out again, I took you here just to make sure that whatever drug they gave you was out of your system. It’s leaving so you’ll be okay, sweetheart.” He brushes your hair back, “How are you feeling?”

“I don’t ever want to be an Avenger, I know that’s for damn sure,” you mutter as you close your eyes and fall back against the pillows, “How you guys deal with the fear is beyond me.”

Steve smiles but it’s sad. You open one eye, “What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head, “Don’t worry about it. You get some rest and I’ll be right here, (y/n). I’m not going anywhere. Doctors want to keep you in overnight just to make sure it’s all out your system, okay? I’m going to wait by your side all night and don’t worry, we have agents at every door in the hospital.”

“Rumlow?” You asked him, voice trembling, “Where’s he?” 

“SHIELD are closing in on him, sweetheart,” he sighs, stroking your hair back gently, “Don’t worry... He can’t get you in here.”

As Steve looked over you as you slept, Sam came into the room, “Coffee delivery.” Steve sipped at the hot coffee happily, “How is she?”

“Had a nightmare about it but she’s okay. She’s scared.” Steve’s eyes were trained on you as though we were watching a newborn infant to check its breathing, “God, what if we hadn’t found her in time?”

“But we did and we got her out. She’s safe, Steve.”

Steve shook his head, “But for how long?” He asked as he rubbed his face tiredly with one hand, “How long before Rumlow or HYDRA or someone else targets (y/n) to get to me?”

Sam swallows, “What are you thinking then?”

“She has to go somewhere safe, somewhere away from the chaos and the danger.”

“How long?”

Steve shrugs, “I don’t know... At least until we know all of Rumlow and his men are locked up.”

“You’ll go with her?”

It’s a big decision and he knows that you should be involved in it but he knows exactly what you’ll say; you’ll say that you want to stay with him and stay by his side even if it means living in terror of every bump in the night. He had been reckless, Steve had thought he was untouchable, he thought that you would’ve been safe but Steve underestimated the lengths these sorts of guys go to in order to win.

He shakes his head, hating the decision that he’s about to make but it’s for the best. It’s the only thing he knows that will protect you; it’s the only way he’s happy with you leaving, “No... but I know someone who will.”

Sam shakes his head, knowing exactly who he means and he raises his eyebrows, “You’re kidding, right? That’s a stupid decision, Steve, and you know it.”

Steve scoffs, “I wish... but... he’s strong, he’s good in a fight and I know that he’ll protect her no matter what.”

“But what if... what if they... you know?”

Steve takes a breath and releases it slowly, “Then I’ll deal with that when the time comes. I need to keep (y/n) safe and this is the only way...”

Sam’s hand is heavy on Steve’s shoulder as they watch you, “She’s not gonna like that decision.”

Steve laughs, knowing fine well that you will fight against the decision for all its worth, “Oh, yeah, I know. Probably won’t forgive me in a hurry either.” Steve stands up, “Will you watch her so I can go make a phone call? I’ll just be outside the door if you need me.”

Sam nods, taking Steve’s seat, as Steve grabs his phone from his jacket, dialling one number. He waits outside the room, just across from the two agents that Fury had placed outside of (y/n)’s hospital room 24/7.

“Steve?” He’d been sleeping, the one time Bucky Barnes is getting a decent sleep and his phone rings and wakes him. He always answers when it’s Steve though, regardless of the time or where he is.

“Hey, Buck... I need to ask you a favour.” Bucky asks what Steve needs and Steve begins to tell him, “Rumlow and HYDRA are after me. They kidnapped (y/n), she’s okay, in hospital but no injuries. She’s shaken up pretty bad and... Bucky, this is going to be a big ask.”

“Whatever you need, Steve, I’ll do.” He’s sitting, tugging a shirt on with one arm,  “What do you need?” Bucky Barnes would go to the ends of the Earth for Steve Rogers and he knows that whatever Steve needs, it’s something big.

“I need you to take her to a safe house.” Bucky freezes, he had expected Steve to ask him to come help for extra protection or something like that but this... this is huge, “I need you to take her. I don’t know how long for, a few weeks maybe months? No one else, it can only be you.”

“But... Steve...” He doesn’t say much but Steve knows what he’s saying. But Steve, I’m your girlfriend’s soulmate and you’re asking for me to take her into a secluded house alone? Just the two of us for god knows how long? Are you sure that’s a good idea?

Steve sighs heavily, “I know, Buck.” His tone almost sounds defeated, “I know... We were finally back on track and the universe hits out with this... I just need her to be safe, Buck, regardless of who he soulmate is or who she ends up falling in love with; I want her to be happy and I want her to be safe.”

“Why can’t you go?”

“They’re after me, I can’t let you or Sam or the team pick up my mess. I have to deal with it. That’s why I need you to go with her. You’re just as strong as me and... I know that you’ll keep her safe. I know that whatever happens, you’ll do everything you can to protect her... I need you to take her until we have Hydra locked up.”

Bucky licks his lips as he thinks about it. He doesn’t really know how to feel about it but he doesn’t really have to, Steve needs him and he’d follow that scrawny kid into the depths of hell if it mean he’d be helping him, “Okay, I’ll help. I’ll need a few days to find a safe house and get it prepped then I’ll fly out, okay?” He agrees to Steve’s ask though he has a niggling feeling in the back of his mind that all of this won’t go to plan. 

“Thank you, Bucky.” Steve closes his eyes as he leans against the wall, “You can’t tell me or anyone else where you’re going or where you’re taking her. I probably won’t be able to contact you so-” I’m leaving you with my girl alone with no contact from me or the team for weeks or months potentially, “- you gotta keep her safe. I’ve got some cash together for you to buy everything with that so you’re untraceable. Fury’s giving us more cash since we don’t know how long you’ll be away for.”

Bucky swears on his own life that he’d protect you with everything he has. Before Steve hangs up, Bucky says, “Steve, I just want you to know that no matter what happens... no matter what feelings arise... I won’t- I won’t do anything, I won’t act on anything, I won’t try and do anything about them...”

It’s the reassurance Steve needs and he feels a lot lighter now that Bucky’s said that. He smiles as he release a long breath, “I know you won’t, Bucky. I’ll see you soon.” Steve hangs up and walks back into the hospital room where Sam has Marvin Gaye playing quietly on his phone, “Do you just play Marvin Gaye to anyone in a hospital?”

Sam rolls his eyes, “It was too quiet, man! How did it go?”

“He’s onboard.”

Sam claps him on the shoulder, “You sure this is what you want? You know that I could take her or you could and I could hold the fort?”

Steve sighs, “It has to be him.” He shrugs, “I... I can only hope that nothing happens but god knows... All I know is that she’ll be okay with him.” The pair look over you as Steve’s thoughts swirl. This might be one of the last times you’re together in a romantic sense, he doesn’t know if you’ll come back loving Bucky or hating him and it makes him feel sick at the thought but he’s okay with it. He wants you to be happy and if that means it’s with Buck, then so be it.

“Absolutely not.”

“(y/n), come on-”

“No, Steve!” Your voice is raising due to the sheer stupidity of his request, “You’re saying that because you’re being targeted that means I’m a target too, I understand that, but what I don’t understand is why you’re asking me to go live in a safe house with Bucky for god knows how long! He’s my soulmate, Steve, I- I can’t.”

“The plans have already been made.”

“Then unmake them!” You’re angry and he gets it and to be honest, he doesn’t want this to happen either but it has to. He’d told you the next morning when the drugs were completely out of your system. Sam was back at the apartment checking for bugs, just in case Rumlow’s gang planted some when they were in and then he’d take you back to the apartment for you to pack a bag, “I’m not going Steve.”

“Yes, you are.” He crosses his arms over his chest and looks at you with a furrowed brow. He understands that you’re an adult who can decide their own fate but Steve is choosing this one for you, “You might not understand right now but when you come out the other end of this safe then I hope you’ll understand then.”

You shake your head as tears threaten to fall. You’re angry at Steve, that he made this decision and you knew you would be going no matter what fight you put up. It annoyed you, made you feel small and made you feel like a child who couldn’t make their own decisions, “Not without you, Steve. Why can’t it be you?”

“I’m trying to keep the fight away from you,” he says softly, hand on top of yours, “Bucky’s the only way you’ll be kept safe.” Silence falls for a moment before he speaks again, “I know what this means. I know what this could mean for... for us. I know that you could come back in love with Bucky and he for you. I know that you could come back and break up with me on the spot... That’s a risk I am willing to take.”

You shake your head, “No,” you whisper, “I’m not willing to take that risk, Steve.” You could trust yourself, that wasn’t the issue. You knew that no matter what, you wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise your relationship with Steve. But... you and Bucky were soulmates and that had to be for a reason and it worried you that being alone with him for an unlimited amount of time would cause something to stir. You trusted yourself not to cheat on Steve but you didn’t trust your heart not to hurt Steve.

Steve crouched down beside the hospital bed and lifted your hand to his lips, “I know, sweetheart,” tears burned at his own eyes as he spoke to you, “I know the risk. I know that you could come back and we could break up instantly and if you want, we could break up right now so that whatever happens, you wouldn’t have to feel guilty about it-”

You swung your legs out of the bed, throwing your arms around him, “No,” you wept sadly into his shoulder, “that’s the last thing I want.”

He held you tightly, knowing that this very well could be one of the last times that the two of you had together in a relationship, “I’m doing this because I want to protect you, (y/n)… Bucky can protect you.”

“I-I love you, Steve,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. My god, how you loved him. He had changed your life, brought so much joy and happiness to it, “No matter what, I love you.” The two of you stayed like that for a long time, just needing to feel each other and needing to be with each other because... who knew what would happen over the course of the next few months?

With doctors granting you permission to leave the hospital and after having Sam debug the apartment, Steve took you home for your last night with him. The car ride to the apartment was quiet and your hand never left Steve’s as he drove you both home. You had relented with the decision, knowing full well that regardless of whether you said yes or no to leaving with Bucky, you would be going anyway. You and Steve had talked things over, about Steve’s duty to the job and to taking down Hydra, about Bucky and how he wasn’t going to overstep a line with you or anything like that. The pair of you spoke about the non-existent contact you’d have.

“Hopefully it won’t be too long,” Steve said, “maybe just a few weeks but these days, Hydra is everywhere and nowhere all in the one, it could be months. Bucky managed to find a safe house relatively quick. For obvious reasons, I don’t know where it is or what continent it’s on but he said that it’s secluded and it’s safe. He said that it comes with minimal furniture so tomorrow morning, you’ll leave.” You squeezed his hand tightly, not wanting to speak for fear of bursting into tears. Steve glanced over at you and gave you the tiniest of smiles. He lifted your hand and pressed a soft kiss to it.

When you reached the apartment complex, there were three black SUVs parked out front, Steve saw you looking, “SHIELD agents,” he told you, “We’ll have agents outside the apartment and one in each of our neighbour’s apartments.”

“Jeez,” you murmured, “I’m only here for one night, it’s like I’m a bloody Kardashian.”

Steve smiled slightly, glad to hear you make a joke, he wrapped an arm around you as you walked into the building, “Only the best for you, my love.”

You were rather apprehensive about going back into the apartment. It had been yours and Steve’s safe place and now... it seemed compromised almost. Steve seemed to pick up on your worry, “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said as he took the keys out of his pocket, “It’s been cleaned, debugged and also...” He unlocked the door to reveal red rose petals running from the front door into each room.

“Steve,” you whispered, looking at him with a smile. You walked into the apartment, hanging your coat up and kicking your shoes off. You followed the petals into the kitchen where there was a candlelit dinner waiting for the two of you.

“It’s not much but I had Nat come round and make it special since it’s our last night together.” Note; ‘last night together’ is different from ‘last night together for a while’. A pang of sadness shot through you, you leaned up to kiss him softly, whispering that you loved it.

“There’s a bath waiting for you if you want it. Some Chinese takeout if you’re hungry.”

You hugged him tightly, “Just hold me for a while.” So, the pair of you stood in the kitchen, holding each other in the dim light not knowing what would happen next. 

It was a few minutes later Steve tugged you to the kitchen table where you both sat down, “You remember our first night here?” He asked you as he handed you some take out cartons and began to eat.

You stifled a laugh, “Yeah, no electricity for three days and no hot water either!”

Steve laughed with you, taking a fork full of chow mein, “Yeah, having to eat Chinese take out on the floor with torches and candles all around us. Could’ve cried when the electricity finally turned on.”

You rolled your eyes, “You could have cried?! What the hell, Rogers? You teared up like you were watching your first born son marry!” 

The ice had been broken and the two of you could freely talk and laugh without boundaries. You both carried on as though it were a normal night, a date night with no mention As the night went on, you had a nice romantic bath as Steve cleaned the dishes and when you were finished, things ended in the bedroom.

You always loved laying on his chest, listening to the slow rhythmic beat of his heart and his steady breathing. Most people, if they knew it was their last night with someone would probably fuck until dawn but neither of you wanted that. You wanted nothing more than to lie with him, talking and just being there and being present. Steve wanted to hold you, wanted to tell you how much he cared and loved you and he just wanted to be with you.

“Whatever happens,” you said softly, “I just want you to know that this was real; this is real - that although we’re technically not soulmates, I truly believe that we are.”

Steve pulled you tighter into him, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I want you to know,” he said, “that no matter what feelings you start to have for Bucky, no matter how you feel towards me in the end up... I won’t blame you. I won’t expect you to love me like this on the other side. I won’t expect you to still want to be with me. I know that I’m forcing you into this situation and that kills me to do but I have to do it so whatever happens, it’s not your fault.”

You look up to him as you both whisper your confessions of undying love before kissing him gently. It’s a soft kiss, full of emotion and full of such sorrow. It’s a goodbye. You would say goodbye officially tomorrow but this was the real goodbye, this was the intimate goodbye, the letting go of the intertwined hearts and this was it. The kiss soon turned more passionate and then the two of you were confessing your love in the most intimate of ways.

“How are you feeling about all of this?” Natasha asked you as she sat on yours and Steve’s bed. You were in the process of packing your bags.

“I feel like I’m perpetually on the verge of tears,” you answered, as you folded some t-shirts and squeezed them into the bag, “It’s hard, you know? I understand why but my god, Nat, I hate this.”

Nat studied you carefully and you knew the question that was on her mind. What if you fall for Barnes? To be honest, it had been the question on everyone’s mind that morning.

“I’m shit scared,” you admitted to her, dropping the bag onto the bed beside her as you ran your hands through your hair, “I am terrified. I am so in love with Steve and what if I come back madly in love with Bucky? Or better yet, in love with the two of them?”

Nat stood up, placing a gentle hand on your arm, “Hey, whatever happens, it’s going to be okay. You can’t stress about something that might not even happen. You have to take it day by day and if you fall for him then so be it. If you don’t, great. If you’re in love with the two of them then that’s something you and Steve have to talk about and sort out when you’re back. Don’t stress about it now.” She pulled you in for a tight hug, a very un-Nat thing to do, “Just know that I’ll be helping Steve sort out the Hydra mess, I’ll keep his ass safe and in line and hopefully it won’t be too long before you’re allowed to come home.”

“Thanks, Nat.” The two of you pulled apart, “You’ll need to keep a diary or something to update me on everything I’ll miss... especially with you and a certain Dr Banner.” You placed your phone on top of the counter, you couldn’t take it for fear of tracking so there was no point in having it. You sighed as you placed it down.

Nat rolled her eyes, “Yeah right. Let’s get this wig sorted.”

The Avengers were never too good at disguises, it usually always consisted of sunglasses and a cap so, in order to hide your identity further, Nat had brought you a wig the opposite colour, cut and style to your hair just now and some contact lenses of a different colour to your natural eye colour.

After a few minutes, you looked in the mirror, staring at someone who looked like a stranger, “Oh god, I hate it.” The top you wore wasn’t at all flattering for your body type. You tugged it down, wishing that it wasn’t quite so figure hugging. You didn’t mind things that clung to your body, you’d worked through a lot of the body issues you had but the top was a horrid colour and paired with this hair and these contacts... you didn’t feel like a Kardashian anymore. 

Nat laughed, “That means it works. Honestly, you look fine, stop worrying... Let’s go show the boys.”

You walked into the living room with your packed bags to see Sam and Steve standing talking. Steve smiled when he looked at you, “You look... interesting.”

“Shut it, Rogers.”

“I mean, it definitely works because I look at you and I don’t see (y/n), I see a complete stranger,” Sam offered.

“You ready?” Steve asked softly, taking the bags from you, “Got everything?” You nodded, murmuring a ‘think so’. He smiled and pulled an envelope out of his back pocket, “I wrote this letter this morning. I want you to read it when it’s time...” Your confused expression made him explain further, “I want you to read this letter when you start to feel things... things for Bucky. If that happens.” You took a breath, mind whirring with the possible things that could be in that letter,  “You’ll know when to read it.”

It was then that there was a knock on the door. Sam answered it to see Bucky Barnes standing wearing a cap and, you guessed it, sunglasses. He wore leather gloves to cover his metal hand and carried a bag over his shoulder. He lifted the sunglasses to look at you, “Ready?”

Oh god, it’s happening.

“I don’t want to cry because I’m scared of the contact lenses,” you whimpered as tears threatened to fall. You hugged Nat and Sam, thanking them for their help, before Steve said that he’d walk out with you both. He picked up your bags and the three of you left the apartment to the black car that was outside. Bucky packed the three bags in the trunk before hugging Steve.

You couldn’t hear what the two of them said in the brief encounter but you supposed that it would be Bucky reassuring Steve that you’d be safe and that he wouldn’t act on any feelings that may grow. Steve clapped him on the shoulder and Bucky got into the driver’s seat of the car.

Steve turned to you and wrapped you in his arms. God, you just wanted to cry. You wished that you didn’t have to go, you wished that you could just stay with him but you couldn’t. You had to leave. They’d already gotten to you once and Steve wouldn’t dare let it happen again.

“I love you,” you told him softly, “I love you so much, Steve. I-I love you.”

He held you tighter, “I love you, sweetheart. Everything’s going to be okay. I’ll get this sorted so that you can come home to me.” You pulled back and he brushed your cheek, wiping your tear gently, “No matter what happens, it’s okay.” You hugged him again before he leaned down and kissed you softly. Bucky, who had been watching in the rear view mirror, looked away, “Goodbye, (y/n).”

“Goodbye, Steve.” He opened your car door and you slid inside.

“Thank you, Buck,” Steve said, clearing his throat, “Be safe.” He closed the door and Bucky started the engine, pulling out of the apartment complex. Your eyes were trained on the spot where Steve was, watching as he got smaller and smaller until you couldn’t see him anymore. It was only when he was out of sight that you allowed yourself to really break. Fuck the contact lenses, I’m too sad to care. 

Bucky glanced at you as he drove, feeling a pang of sadness for you as you wept in the seat beside him. He knew that part of the reason you were so upset was because it was him that was taking you, had he not been your soulmate you would have probably been okay but because he was your soulmate, it filled you to the brim with worry, guilt and pure sadness. All he could do was drive. Nothing he could say could help you. He reached to his side, taking a pack of tissues from the door’s compartment before handing them to you.

“Thank you,” you whispered, taking them from him. He couldn’t do much to help but he had done enough to make you feel comforted and to make you feel as though you weren’t alone. You wiped your eyes as you stared out of the window, wondering where the next few weeks would take you.