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soft-weeb-sugar-02 · 4 years

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Hey again!

I finally completed a lemon and thought I'd post it on here~!

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Ship: Bakugou x Kirishima

Requested by: N/A

Tags: Virgin Bakugou, smut, sweet Kirishima, bottom bakugou, top kirishima, dorms, gentle

I hope you enjoy it~

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"You're a..virgin..?"

Bakugou blushed slightly and looked away from Kirishima with slanted scarlet eyes. "Y-yeah! And so fucking what" He spat back at Kirishima, crossing his arms over his chest like a baby. Kirishima sat surprised. He had always envisioned Bakugou to be the one who's scored more than him- though..he wasnt complaining...something about being the first to take him..was hot.

Kirishima smirked slightly and leaned to Bakugous ear, his hands hard at the other boys broad hips. "I'm not complaining bak...I'm glad I'm going to be the first one to take you..I wanna show you a good time.." Ejirou purred close to the other boys ear- Bakugou shivered. Hed usually send a snark back but..god that turned him on. Kirishima's lips slowly trailed to kiss Bakugou's softer ones. Bakugous eyes widened slightly as he grunted- but relaxed into it as Kirishima replaced one hand at his hip to hold his chin tight.

Kirishima moaned in the kiss as he dominated Bakugou in there passionate love affair. Bakugou mewled into the kiss as he felt Kirishima take control, grunting as he felt Kirishima's shark like teeth bite at his swollen lip- Bakugous arms reaching to the bed to steady himself; melting into Kirishima's touch. Once both had ran out of breath they pulled away- a thick string of saliva connecting there tongues together.

Kirishima's half lidded crimson eyes met Bakugou's pretty face...hed never looked so pretty in his entire life.

The way his eyes were slanted and his pupils dilated with ecstasy...how his breath was heavy as drool dripped down his chin. Kirishima could feel his pants tighten and he bit his lip at the sight of Bakugou so vulnerable- he thought hed take the chance as he let his rough hands trail to Bakugous lower half. "Look at you Bakugou-" He teased, making bakugou keep eye contact as one hand trailed to between his pretty thighs. "All vulnerable and submissive for me...such a difference from usual..eventhough..I'm not complaining.." he finished with a signature chuckle which bounced off the walls as he rubbed his inner thighs.

Bakugou was a mess. He couldn't even think anymore..he just wanted Kirishima to touch him more with his strong hands- but he was too stubborn to say that. He grunted and bit his lip, looking away from Kirishima as he spread his legs slightly- welcoming his gentle hands to touch him. "S-shut your mouth.." he stuttered in a low small voice that sounded far away. Kirishimas grin couldn't help but widen, his hand edging dangerously close to the bulge between Katsuki's legs.

Kirishimas hungry eyes looked Bakugou up and down as he savored what he was seeing and bearing his teeth unknowingly. Bakugou felt small underneath Kirishimas touch, more of his stubborn, violent facade peeling away to reveal a small submissive virgin who just wanted to feel good. Biting his lip as Kirishimas hand began palming him softly in his pants- his bulge twitching as he felt the need to grind against Eijrous magic hands.

Kirishima didnt think his grin could widen anymore.

How Bakugou grinded against his hand so slowly, small beautiful moans escaping his mouth as he laid his head to the side letting Kirishima and his body take control- his face red and his breath heavy. Kirishima bit his tongue, and let his hands pull away reluctantly; earning a resultant whine from the needy Katsuki. "God Bak, look at you.." Kiri purred, his breath heavy- and his hands parked at the waistband of Bakugous trousers "You're so amazing...so..hot...i cant even put it into words!"

Bakugou whined at the praise and bit his lip, his cock felt like it was going to explode- he needed Kirishiams touch...or he wouldn't last too long. But Katsuki had too much pride still left inside of him to say that- even when so vulnerable to Eijrous eyes like this. But Kirishima wasnt dumb. He could see the subtle signs as more of his hands away made Bakugou squirm more and whine- he knew what he needed and that made Kirishima excited.

Hands slowly unzipped Bakugous trousers and by the band steadily pulled them to his knees- to Katsukis glee and comeuppance as he became shy. Kirishima chuckled at how his thighs instinctively went to clasp together- he had almost forgotten he was a virgin and no one had probably ever touched him like this before. That made Kirishima a little happier than it should.

"No need to be shy Bak...I'm gonna make you feel better than anyone else has before..." Eijrou purred, his ruby eyes meeting Katsuki's fuller ones, his hands snaking between his thighs to spread them apart gently. "I'm gonna make you feel good...just like you want" Katsuki bit his lip and looked to the floor, nodding softly as his cock twitched at Kirishimas words. "Please...be gentle with me.." He muttered through a small solemn voice, his own hands trailing to the waist band of his boxers- and slowly but surely pulling them down and letting them fall as they got past his thighs.

Kirishimas eyes widened, Bakugou looked away at his own arousal, embarrassed and red. Bakugous cock now free took a deep breath. It stood proudly between a soft bush of blond hair and was impressively tall, at a proud 6 or 7 inches- precum leaking from the needy red tip.

Kirishima was speechless. Obviously he had had small glances to his bulge when changing...but hed never imagined it this big. "S-stop staring!" Bakugou stuttered, breaking Kiri out of his dick dazed thoughts "if you're gonna make me feel g-good make me feel good dammit!". There was the last shred of Bakugous pride- and the last thread of Kirishimas control.

Strong hands took Bakugous cock and let them drag up and down, the flats of his thumbs pressing against the tip of his cock. Bakugou threw his head back and for once..couldn't contain his moans as he let out a pretty whine- letting his head fall back as Kirishima climbed between his legs and quickened his pace. It was if Bakugous brain was in the head of his dick as Kirishimas beautiful touch brought tears to his eyes, Eijrou humming softly as his hands worked their magic.

"Does it feel good baby..?" He purred, letting his face get closer to Bakugous beast of a cock. "You like the way my manly hands move around your cock..how I wanna make you cum like a good boy..". Kirishimas hot breath at the tip of his cock made bakugou moan and shiver simultaneously- a dangerous combo as it almost made him cum on the spot. Kirishimas hands slowed, his lips finding there way to Bakugous needy twitching tip.

That made bakugou see stars, a shakey hand finding it's way to cover his mouth as he moaned so loud he was scared all the other dorms would hear him. Kirishima liked that response and parted his lips to take the head in his mouth.That tipped bakugou over the edge...Kirishimas warm soft tongue rubbing at the sensitive slit of his twitching cock, the anticipation, the way his balls ached, how his teeth grazed dangerously against the sides..the way Kiris eyes met his- orgasm eyes. "F-fuck..!!" Katsuki hissed through his palm, sparks emitting as sweat gathered in his palms- bucking his hips..he shot his seed down Kirishimas welcoming throat.

Kirishima pulled away with heavy breath and cum down his chin, bakugous cock leaving his mouth with a soft 'pop'. Kirishima was almost suprised on how fast he came, but led it up to it being his first time. At this point Kirishimas own cock was begging at him, and looking at how weak and vulnerable Bakugou was like this...he needed him.

Bakugous tired eyes met Kirishimas wider ones- and with a sloppy smirk he laid on his back and spread his legs. Not even he knew if he could handle cumming again, but if there was one thing he did know...he knew in his euphoria haze..that he needed Kirishimas cock. His hands trailed from his face to the thick cheeks of his ass- spreading himself for Kirishima. "Cmon shitty hair...take me...i-i want your cock deep in..my v-virgin ass.." he muttered through bated breath.

Those sloppy sultry words from Bakugous drooling mouth went straight to his cock, his hands unknowingly going to his zipper and undoing it quickly- forcing his trousers down past his thighs. And biting his lip in anticipation as his eyes met Bakugous...pulling down his tight boxers.

This time Bakugous eyes widened in surprise.

Eijrous cock stood a little taller than bakugous, amidst a small bush of black hair. Bakugou blushed and looked away. God.. how was his ass meant to take...all that cock?

Kirishima smirked letting his hands push away Bakugous, spitting on his fingers and rubbing the slicked fingers on his tight little asshole. For bakugou it was weird sensation that made him shiver..but it fueled him more as his cock flood with blood. Kirishima positioned his hips as he pressed the tip of his cock to Bakugous slicked hole, his eyes met Bakugous as his face was so close to his and his hands on his hips.

Even through Bakugous tough exterior...Kirishima could tell he was a little scared. He kissed his cheek and massaged circles into his hips softly- relaxing him with his soft caring touch. "I'll be gentle bak...I promise..." He purred, his tip inching in with each soft word- feeling Katsuki's ass stretch to take him "I'll be real gentle with you like a man should..". As he completed his sentence Kirishima had managed to thrust the head completely in.

Bakugous mouth opened beautifully. "K-kirishima..fuck!" He moaned, gripping the sheets as he felt the amazing feeling of slowly being filled by the tip of Kirishimas fat cock. Kirishima bit his lip and growled, easing his cock into bakugou dangerously until he was about three quarters the way in. Bakugou had never felt so full..or good before, having the feeling of Kirishimas cock filling him so fucking full- how his tip was sitting just as his prostate.

Kirishima moaned at Bakugous tight warm ass, holding his hips as Katsukis fat ass swallowed up his already twitching cock. He let his lips trail to his ears. "I'm gonna start moving Bak..just stay still and enjoy it..I want to make you feel good" He purred, biting his earlobe as bakugou nodded- nuzzling into the warmth of his neck as his vision went dizzy. Kirishima began to move his hips at a slow soft pace..his cock moving back and fourth into Bakugous ass.

Each thrust brought such beautiful noises out of Katsuki- this was such an over stimulation for him..as if he was on cloud nine. His ass was being destroyed and he loved every slow thrust of it. As Kirishima hit all his sweet spots he felt his cock become hard again, letting his own hands snake down to pump himself at a fast pace...the combination of bother sensations was delicious..

Kirishimas eyes rolled back as Bakugous velvety ass swallowed up his cock, pumping and holding it for all it's worth- his back arched and his tongue stuck out as he let some moans out himself. The sight of bakugou rn...taking his cock now to the base..having his pretty cherry popped was driving Kirishima insane, his cock twitching softly in his ass as his thrust became fast and sloppy. Bakugou was near the edge, dripping in sweat and pre-cum he was close..and so was Kirishima..

Bakugous back arched as his body spasmed the sweet sensation of orgasm washing over him as he pumped his cock rapidly..covering his mouth again as he arched his back. "K-kirishima..Kirishima..gonna c-cum.!" He squealed in heavy breaths, his asshole contracting against Kirishimas cock tight- as his own shot ropes over his own tummy..soon going limp as the euphoria washed over him..Kirishima soon followed suit, giving Bakugous ass a few solemn thrusts- meeting his eyes with his as he moaned and came deep in Bakugous asshole.

Both of the boys stayed in position as there heavy breaths filled the room..

Kirishima pulled out, watching in glee as his cum spilled out of Bakugous pulsating asshole..and down his pretty thighs. He bit his lip and laid by bakugou, Bakugou clinging to him and nuzzling into him with as much energy as he had left..

"..I-I love you K-kirishima.." he murmured shyly, knowing then.. he really meant it..

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Knives, Roses, and Bloody Hearts| Chapter two

Third Person Point of View: Opal

All she had in her head where numbers. Ever since this monster had kidnapped her.

Ever since her torture began, 3 days, 4320 minutes, and 259200 seconds.

She could hear him talking upstairs with some girl. She figured it was his girlfriend. Opal heard them talking quite often, she would have tried screaming..

If he hadn't had cut out her tongue. Then eat it in front of her.

Shudders wracked her spine, why he did this was beyond her...

He told her when he was done with her he would cut something off of her and save it to eat later.

How the happy go lucky radioman could be like this.. Was beyond her.

She hated him. Hated him. HATED HIM!

The wings carved into hr back burned.. He said: he wasn’t called the angel smile killer for anything.

She had seen him wipe her blood onto little symbols on the floor, voodoo, she remembered some of the more brutal victims. Bled out, gutted..

Then found by churches.

All had some voodoo symbols smeared on them. But he was smart. He explained he used a brush to do it.

He was smart, very much so.

Yet he wasted his time on this. On killing innocent women... Didn't he have respect? Respect for his mother?

He let me write one thing every time i came down so they could be left with her body. She intended for her last words to be worth the while.

She heard footsteps. Some walking out.. A small laugh. Then the man.. This cruel man named Alastor walking down the stairs.

She knew what he was already prepared for doing. God, this was scary. It was every day, after he stopped talking with that girl.

Alastor Point of View

A grin spread across my lips, seeing the girl they're practically begging with her eyes. I looked at the tools, I and a few ideas. Looking at her I grinned. “ good evening darling, me and the wonderful Chérie.”

I grinned at the mention of (y/n) she truly was a sweetheart. And I’m glad she was my friend, I got a pencil and paper and handed it to her. I saw her write down two sentences.

“ do you have respect for your mother? It doesn't seem like it, you cruel, cruel man.” She took a deep breath I noticed. Before seeing her scrawl down: “ And what of the girl up there? Is she your girlfriend. Are you courting her while not respecting us women? You make me sick, your twisted smile, your cheery acting as if everything is alright while I’m dying more and more. When you don't just end me. You must treat us like your toys. Is that what your ‘chérie’ is? A toy?”I could feel my anger boiling up, how dare she say such thing- my mother was one of the people I respected the most- I was her boy. I always was, and always would. “Leave my mother out of this,” I spoke, the venom in my voice very apparent. Then, then when I thought of what miss Opal said about (y/n)..” and (y/n) isn't my girlfriend nor my toy. She's a friend. A friend that is an absolute darling. Obviously more than you.”

With that, I picked up my knife... And my fun began.

To my dismay, little miss Opal didn't make it another night. Gathering all the notes, I was beginning to decide how to set them out. Sighing softly, maybe head to bed for now. For now. Then tomorrow after I got off of work. Then I’d decide all my imperfect details.

That sounded amazing, and id still fit my time with (y/n), making me seem much less suspicious in anyone's eyes.

But now, I needed to sleep. As peacefully as i can. Then after i get miss Opal taken care of, I’ll go looking for a new victim. Then in a week and two days id kidnap.

Just who... Sighing, i walked upstairs. To my room, I changed into my sleep wear. Throwing my clothes in the pail full of clothes. I layed down, tomorrow id fix everything. Everything would be perfect. I wouldn't get caught.. I never would. My crimes where to perfect! A demented laugh escaped my lips.

Then i layed down, soon sleep overcame me.

(y/n) Point of View

God, why was i always waking up late? It was already later then normal. Alastor knocking, as I hurried up and slipped my dress on. Hurrying to the door, I opened.” Sorry! I woke up kinda late..” I laughed nervously. Seeing his smile, and him laugh softly. “ Well let's get me inside and you all dressed. Chérie.” I felt my face heat up a little. Before nodding, opening the door all the way. I went and sat on the couch. Pulling my socks over my legs.

Why Alastor could do this to me, is beyond me. I mean, he spoke little french and when he did.. He was complimenting me. Or calling me cute names. They always managed to fluster me, which he would then tease me on.

Ugh! Why he made me feel so! I don't know. Ie only known him for three days, yet he was already my best friend. The person iconfided in, but he didn't know everything yet. He knew nothing of my family. And I wanted it to stay that way. It was easier that way, especially how dad was.. I wouldn't be surprised if he was already looking for his runaway daughter. Who he had betrothed to some random high class asshole. I would never marry him. Never, one day. If i saw him asking for his daughter.. I would tell Alastor and ask him to pretend to be my husband. I'm sure alastor wouldn't mind!

Sighing I walked into the kitchen, seeing Alastor follow. Bless his heart, dealing with me everyday. “ so.. How did you sleep last night?” I asked, beginning to pt a few things in the oven to bake for us. “ also, would you like to come over for dinner later? I'm making Jambalaya.” I saw his face light up. “ of course darling! I would love to, and maybe soon, my mother will be making dinner and I can invite you over to meet my mother. I'm sure she would love you.” Hearing this. It made my heart flutter. Putting the simple little pastries into oven. I turned to look at Alastor. “ I would love to meet your mother. You always say the fondest things about her!” The smile I used, it was so sweet. I wasn't used to it being this sweet. It felt.. Weird to say the least. I huffed out a sigh, before running my fingers through my hair. After about 10 minutes I took the pastries out, handing one to Alastor. And picking up my own. I sat down across from him. “ So, mon cher, how did you sleep?” A light red color coated my cheeks. “ pretty well.”

That grin, that devious grin of his- “ aw.. Your face is so red. It's adorable.” He teased. My face heating up even more. “ et devez-vous me taquiner?” I asked. Crossing my arms over my chest. Laughing softly, I couldn't help it. “Do you need me to translate?” I tilted my head. “ yes.. I know a little french. Not to much. So please do tell. So i can understand your native tongue better.” I smiled, before telling him. “ it means must you tease me? Since you see how red i get and all- you chose to tease me. My only question is, will you?” He nodded. Finished with his pastry. He laughed. “ yes i must. It's always fun to tease you.” After I finished, I stood up. “ well let's head out!” I chirped, smiling at him. Seeing him nod.

We walked out, beginning our walk.

My mind was consumed with thoughts most of the walk. But could you blame me?

I needed to think. Think of everything. I mean the screaming I heard my first night from his house. What was he planning..? Who exactly was my best friend? He seemed innocent- but so did my father.

Men were often wolves waiting to trick the little lambs into there traps. But this little sheep, had had enough. I was not your typical sheep. If he was just toying with me.. Hed learn quick i don't do being toyed with. I've had enough of that. I mean- who wouldn't? But i've been toyed with and tormented long enough. It's why I carried around that knife with me. Hidden somewhere on me, no one knew about it. Not even Alastor.. Which was saying something. He knew a lot. A lot about me.. My dreams- my feelings on certain things- my opinions. Which some ladies were never permitted to opinions. Some men just wouldn't allow it. That was something I admired about Alastor. He might be a wolf, but he was a wolf that respected us women.

Some men had no respect for women. When a woman brought them into the world and can take them right back out.

If I had kids, and they were little devils like that.. I would tell them exactly that. I bring you into the world, i can take you out. It is just a simple thing to say for me.. Which was also petty- but that was normal for me. I was petty with most people. Very much so,

Soon I saw the cafe coming closer. I smiled at Alastor. “ see you after word Al!” I chirped. Seeing him niod. I smiled.

Alastor Point of View

(y/n) was in thought today. Which was strange. Even for her in my opinion. She was never that in thought, sighing softly. I walked into the radio station. What if she was onto me.. Opal was loud that first night and I never had to deal with pesky neighbors since I didn't have them. Until her,.. If she knew.. I'd have to take her out. Simple as that, i mean we might be friends. But I would not put myself at risk. Even if she was the type of person not to tell secrets. I couldn't trust her, I would keep my act up for now.

Set a few things out to see if she said anything. If she was nosy one.. Id have to take her out. I hoped she wouldn't i really did.

But I wouldn't set out the objects until next time. I actually plan to eat some of the things im setting out. In front of those other victims i had in mind. It always made them wiggle and looms kick. It made me feel great, like some sadistic part of me enjoyed it. I mean I did- but just how sadistic was i? I couldn't be to- hell that was a lie. A bitter chuckle was what was earned from me, before I walked into the radio station.” Hello everyone!” I cheered for them, as I was handed what i was exposed to say. Seeing Opals name in there. I smiled to myself. Before putting on my normal smile. Some of these weaklings never smiled. When this was a radio show.. A radio show!

Time Skip

Third Person POint of View: (Y/N)

The medium height female sighed softly, it was finally time for work to be over. Running her fingers through her hair. She walked out, waiting for Alastor there. She waited so patiently. Like ladies should, but if you actually knew her.. You would know she was pretty far from a “proper” lady. It bugged her that they are where people who thought if you didn't do this, or that you weren't a proper lady. Such clowns!

Seeing the red headed tan skinned male walk up to her, that toothy grin present on his face.. She grinned right back. “ WHy hello there.” The man said as she went ahead and stood next to him. “ Hello Alastor. How was work?”

“ pretty good for the most part. They still haven't found poor Opals body… its a shame really.” (y/n) nodded. “ it truly is. I personally think the Angel Smile Killer found her.” Alastor nodded. “ I do as well, i mean there aren't any more killers around the area now are their?” (y/n) shook her head no. “ I reckon it's a man, men can be such wolves. No offense, but i think its because the police don't go to much into women's deaths. Not at all, they don't care much.”

He nodded in agreement. “ I think that's why they kill only girls. And are you dimishing yourr own sex? And I actually thought you cared for such things.” She rolled her eyes.” oh whatever. The police here don't. The same as in France. When mither was murdered they jst deemed it as a suicide instead of actually looking into it.” Alastor nodded.” I would go berserk if mother died and they only deemed it as that. I'd personally hunt down whoever killed my mother. And end them, no one hurts my mother.”

She took a deep breath.” If i was there when mother was dying, or if i was older, no one would have hurt my mother. If it were up to me I would have brought my mother here with m. “ She smiled sadly.” So.. how about your dad? WHere you close with your dad?”

“ no no. Not at all. He died in world war one.. But he distanced himself from me and mother a lot. And would occasionally hit mother. It's one of the reasons im glad hes not around anymore. He never knew how to treat a woman.”He said, noticing how she nodded. “ me and dad were never close either. Like at all.. He was a very delusional man. And was crazy to say the least. I'd prefer not to say what id seen him do.” she took a deep breath, her mind going to her childhood filled with broken glass and screaming.

Lots of screaming, it always bothered her. Now that she was away from him.. She was glad. “Oh yea! I don't think i told you, he tried selling me off to some rich asshole so i said nope and hopped on a boat!” Alastor chuckled.

“ well it's good your out of that situation.” He told her, rubbing her head playfully. “Hey!!! Don't mess up my hair!” She pouted, and Alastor couldn't help but think.. That's adorable. Her pretty eyes staring up at me as she grabbed his hand between hers.” Aw.. you're adorable chérie.” Her face burned a red color. Grinning, he couldn't help but laugh.

Just from the talk, the whole thirty minute walk felt more like 10. They were already at their houses.” Well come on chérie. Let's go inside and see what you cook.” He teased, he couldn't wait to try her jambalaya.

(y/n) Point of View

Sighing softly, I began getting the ingredients ready. This was my second time making this recipe, and I hoped Alastor liked it. I mean, his mother made the best Jambalaya he said- he always said such fond things about his mother and that made me glad. It also helped that he.. Well didn't have his mother die,

Having a mother die in front of you is always the worst. I should have known, mother… it truly is sad what happened to her.

Shaking my head slightly, i didn't want to think about that. Didn't need to.

It always made me sad, anyways, i needed to keep up a decently happy persona in front of the radioman. I still wondered… if he was the murderer. The wolf in sheep's clothing, his smile always disturbed me for some reason.. But then again.. He was my friend. And he was nice to me, so.. I couldn't say jack shit. Unless he tried to kill me. If he did that, then he's find out quick. I'm not a sheep, i'm not a toy.

I am a strong independent woman who has gone through so much in my life- that i would not be harmed by anyone else. As i began slicing and dicing certain things, throwing them in the pot. Sighing some more, my thoughts kept consuming me!

I was very surprised i hadnt cut myself yet, soon.. The pot was on the stove and I sat across from Alastor. “ so….” I smiled at him, innocent really. Thats how me and him always where. We acted innocent. But i had my suspicions. We both had a hell of a household with our dads. Then the screams from that hose, then with me. I was most certainly not as innocent as some would like to believe.

“So.. when will it be ready?” Alastor asked. And I thought for a moment.” In about 30 minutes. Give or take.” He seemed.. Antsy. Yet he just simply nodded.

Alastor Point of View

Oh no. I forgot about Opals body and everything.. I had to finish dinner quick and began coming up with ways to set opals body up. I think back first.. The beautiful wings I carved into her back would look nice. Then the notes she wrote would be placed around her body. Each assorted in a certain way. That's what i had to figure out. And I had to throw away the ones with my name all over it. It was quite simple actually, i mean..

I spoke the rules. The first card she wrote: The Angel Smile Killer is the Radio man Alastor

I threw that away. In front of her. Just for spite, it was funny. Seeing the little mice expression.

Then i saw little (y/n) get up. Her body walking into the kitchen.

Sighing softly, I let my thoughts consume me.

Which girl.. I needed to spread out my options. MAybe that girl.. Betty. Betty Morris. Small girl, but not out of the question. She wasn't a child, and I honestly didn't like her too much. Her snobby attitude, yes. I think her. She will be the next one, that is if someone doesn't dig too deep. If she does.. I just feel bad for her. “ so.. It's ready!” I heard (y/n) chirp, walking into the kitchen. Two bowls in hand, she sat one down in front of me then herself. Seeing her go back into the kitchen,

I heard a tea kettle shriek. Then I saw her come back in, two tea cups in her hands. Getting one in front of me, then in front of herself. She got the silverware and set everything p. Er forks and spoons here.. Siler. And heavier than my own. I could probably kill someone with this. (y/n) Point of View

Sighing softly, I took my seat. Putting my fork to my food.`` I don't know if you pray or not.. I dont i was never that religious. “ A nervous laugh on my end. “Dont worry dear. I don't either. Mother begged me to but i never really did.” He chuckled, which made me smile. “ ah. Mother wanted me to pray a lot. But i never really did.. She just thought I did.”

I smiled, a softer one, yet it still held the sadness that it always did when talking about mother.

It always did regardless. I mean could you blame me? My mother was-

She was killed. In front of me, by that man. The man she loved. And he turned on her for protecting me. I hated him.. I honestly did. He was just an.. A well asshole! One of the biggest, and if I thought of it as i did earlier.. The biggest wolf i've ever seen.

He was a devilish one, who would burn in the fiery pits of hell. But so would i, i mean, they're where a lot of things in the bible that was considered sin. I had done many wrong doing in this god's eyes.

Anyways, heaven was overrated. Why even try to redeem yourself when you didn't need to? Taking a bite of my food, I watched Alastor eat. He seemed to enjoyiy. That was good at least.

A sigh in relief, but he was finished way to quick. Walking Out of the hose and we going home. With a simple goodbye sweetheart.. That was it.

Then I was left alone, eating my food.

Who needed him anyways? He was probably working on something. And if my suspicion was right he might be working on poor Opal’s body. I honestly felt bad for the girl. No one knew where the victims went for up to a week at a time before their bodies were found. Truly tragic.. But the police just deemed them murders. Looked into them a little, not much, but did cover the murders up. Quite often at that.

It honestly pissed me off. They did the same to mother. Mother who had never had a speck of suiccide in her. And just deemed her death: suicide.

Now. Now, I would have told them off.

Probably been dismissed since i was a lady. Since i was a lady and didn't know what inwas doing. But i know i dd, they were just swine. Uncultured sexist swines.

Sighing softly, i got up. Cleaning things up and putting them in the snk. Tomorrow was my day ff. I got three days a week. The weekends, and Thursdays. I thanked god for that.

Thursdays were always kinda comforting to say the least.

Now as i went to my room, and got dressed. Putting The clothes in the laundry. Then slipping on my nightgown. And tucking away my feelings, I layed down. THen let sleep over come me.

Alastor Point of View

She didn't even say goodbye back, she was absorbed in thought! I mean, i wasn't any better. Mymind conmed with plans for Opals body and all. Of course they're needed to be a plan. They where always set up a certain way.

Katelyn Barrow had an easy enough set up.Bled out, her blood kept in jars. Becoming a gel, her body had been hanging from a noose by the church. Wings carved in her back. She was easy enough, and fun to kill. Truly fun,

Then there was the fact of Reese Hardin's death, gutted, and her guys used a halo over her head. Every one of these deaths had a small little “angelic” details. It just showed, heaven was overrated. Why go to heaven, or even try, when hell was already marked with your name?

Especially with someone like me, a sadistic killer. Then some of the entities I made friends with… they made sure I had a spot in hell. It was sure, I had already made a deal with something. With a warning. A simple one, a dog. I still don't understand the dog thing. It was confusing, yet I still was wary of the creatures.

Sighing deeply, i walked into the basement. I think i would save miss Irene's kidneys. Theen the layout would be determined soon. Ver soon, i hoped the police realized that. A deep sigh escaped my lips. Looking at Oaks torn p body.. I took a scalpel out before going to her body. Laying it over a simple table, i looked it over. Before making a few incisions. THen taking the kidneys. Before I tucked one, two three the nots inside. Then sewing it up.

Looking at her body now, I flew itn over. Looking at the wings..

I have an idea. It was time for a letter. Theaxeman wrote one, why not me?

A grin playing over my lips.

I looked at opal. Cutting her wrist open i bleed it into a jar for ink. Before dipping my quill into the ink. Beginning my writing.

“ MIss opal is demised,

Who is next?

It makes you wonder,

The police have cover ups.

The police don't care for women

So when will it be next?

Miss (y/n) of France?

Or nosey Betty.

Keep Yours out, keep your senses sharp. You never know when I will come find you,

Beware. Always beware.

The risk of walking alone.”

Perfect! Absolutely perfect. Looking around, before walking upstairs, I grabbed a hammer.. A nail, and an envelope. Tucking the letter into the envelope. I began writing.

“To the police of New ORelands.”

Then i put, Angel Smile Killer. A grin appearing on my face..

I looked at her poor pitiful body, before grabbing the dress i had cleaned. Slipping it on her body, I cut the back out. Before i began nailing the letter to her chest.

A grin lapped over my face. The bench at the church will do fine. It would display her body so nicely.

Third Person Point of View

The red headed male headed upstairs. Getting into his sleep wear. He had a devilish grin across his ace, Could you blame him? He had a plan, and the letter- there was always a famous letter.. And this was great. HE knew it would strike fear in (y/n)s heart, or.. Wold it? He had no idea. He hoped it would prompt her to stop digging around in stuff she shouldn't be looking at. It would be a pity if he had to kill her.

Another day, another body. He had his plans. And she had her wits. Her determination, and a twisted personality.

The both of them did, she knew he was connected at least to the Angel Smiley Killer. The wolf, and the sheep. Or actually. She was not a sheep. She was a more of a snake. She could be cute, but if you tickle her off i made her mad enough or something.. She would strike.

He had enough of his sadistic feelings being tucked away.

She was done being toyed with.

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ninzied · 5 years

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another kind of goodbye

for @carry-the-sky. happy birthday, my friend! have a little post-cancellation kastle fic.

It’s three months, give or take, when Frank lets himself think about her again. Really think about her. Not in the passing kind of way, where he’s walking down some street and sees a bouquet of gardenias, like the kind he’d almost gotten her instead of the roses that day. Or when he’s sipping on coffee, and Karen’s face flashes like a mirage at him across the cheap Formica table – blonde hair almost white under the shit diner lighting, but those eyes still so blue as she told him he would never lie to her.

So – okay, so he thinks about her. He thinks about her.

(He wonders if she—)

Frank eventually makes his way back to the city again, after. Another day, another job. Madani thinks he’s meant for something greater than this – than picking off these scum-of-the-earth kinds of assholes that litter the streets of a place like New York.

He can’t believe that he was meant for greater, but. Sometimes, he does wonder. If a part of him – whatever part of him that’s not still buried deep down in the ground with his family – was meant to come back here. To walk these streets and feel the pull of her, always, even when that’s all he can afford to feel.

He tells himself that has to be enough.

He’s been laying low, since his return. Coughed up some cash for a three-hundred-square-footer in Brooklyn, but he crosses the bridge to the city most days, maybe even finds his way to Hell’s Kitchen from time to time too. It’s risky, he knows. If Murdock catches wind of him, they’d be lucky to walk away from each other in one piece. And Karen…

There’d be a different kind of hell to pay, if Karen ever found out.

His phone gives a single buzz in his pocket as he’s hunkering his way down 47th, and he stops in his tracks, nearly colliding with an elderly woman in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Excuse me!” she says in a shrill voice, bag clutched tight to her chest.

“Apologies, ma’am,” he nods as she makes a show of putting as much distance between them as possible, and then he fishes his phone out, hesitating for one absurd moment before glancing down at the screen.

Back in town yet, Castle?

He barks out a laugh. Chrissakes, Madani.

His phone buzzes again.

I have a job for you, if you’re still interested.

“Still,” mutters Frank, with a scoffing shake of his head. He thinks he admires her perseverance, but Madani’s gotta know she’s only wasting her breath.

He cuts south down 10th, toward Lincoln Tunnel. It’s a brisk day, and the wind on his face feels sharper than usual, considering he hasn’t bled much there in a while. He jams his hands deeper into his pockets, ignoring the insistent drone of Madani’s follow-up call.

He’s got a date with a park bench on the wrong side of town, and if he closes his eyes, he can pretend it’s the same bridge overlooking the water, and when he opens them again Karen’ll be there, waiting for him.

…

His closest call comes with, of all people, the lawyer. Not Red – the other one. Franklin Nelson.

Frank’s emerging with coffee two storefronts down just as another door opens, and he’s cursing himself for not seeing the signs when out tumbles Nelson with his back turned, adjusting his tie against the wind.

“Foggy bear, wait!” someone else is laughing, and a blonde lady steps out to chase after him, slinging a purse over her shoulder and reaching with her other hand to link around his elbow.

“I told him this was gonna make me late for work,” grumbles Nelson, but without any heat to the words. “Dad’s surprise party isn’t until tomorrow, don’t know why this couldn’t have waited – oh, crap, I forgot I told Karen I’d pick up some coffee—”

Nelson’s about-facing sharply, girlfriend following closely behind. He doesn’t appear to notice Frank crouched down in a corner by the 7-Eleven, hood obscuring half his face as he trains his eyes on the ground by their feet. The girl unearths some coins from her bag as they pass, clinking them onto the lid of Frank’s coffee cup without seeming to hear his low mutter of thanks.

He’s leapt up the moment he hears the door latch shut, brushing the coins into his palm as he goes.

He leaves them with a guy camped out by the train stop, a dog lifting her head from their blankets to blink sleepy eyes up at Frank, and he walks away harder, takes the steps two at a time and wishes – God he wishes—

…

Another text from Madani.

He shuts his phone off. Goes back to retrieve it ten seconds later from the trash can that he’d dumped it in, wiping it down and scowling as her message pops up on the screen.

Castle – offer still stands, FYI.

“You should call her back,” advises a man huddled down by the newsstands next to him. His face is like leather, worn down and weathered with age, with living. “Apologize for whatever it is that you did, so you don’t end up out here like me.”

“Already there,” Frank tells him, turning the phone over and over in his hand. Madani’s message lights up again each time, flashing and flashing until he sees it like a burn through his retinas even when the phone’s no longer facing him.

“Damn. That’s a damn shame.” The guy shifts, scratching at a spot on his back. “Maybe shouldn’t’ve stayed away from her for so long.”

Frank shakes his head, uttering a short, incredulous laugh. “Well, maybe I got my reasons, yeah? You think about that?”

“Doesn’t matter what I think,” shrugs the guy. “Does she think they’re any good? These reasons of yours?”

Frank turns away, jaw working furiously.

“Yeah.” The guy shouldn’t have any right to sound as smug as he does, and yet. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

…

He’s got no place in coming here. He knows it. He knows it, but he thinks it was always meant to be this way, him circling back around to her, even after everything that he’s done to push her away. Maybe a part of him had never left. And the rest is just – there, hovering right at the edge of some sharp realization, that he could try to be whole again if he simply took that first step. And a part of Karen must at least sense that. It’s why she’d never really given up on him, before.

It doesn’t change how I feel about you.

Frank wonders if she’d forgive him this time. If he’d even want her to.

It wouldn’t be anything close to what he deserves, that’s for goddamn sure.

He gazes up at her fire escape, counts the number of steps it would take just to be able to reach that bottom rung from his vantage point across the street. Her shades are drawn, the lines of them blurred out in the dim orange light. On one corner of the windowsill, wedged up against the glass, there’s a small stack of books. On the other, a vase. From this angle, the shadows folded into the fabric of her curtains look almost like flower stems.

Frank squints, and the stems disappear.

…

There’s about a week in between, where he feels himself inching closer to something, each time he drops by her block. He never goes farther than the patch of sidewalk across from her building, but it’s getting harder not to just careen over the ledge.

More than anything, he wishes he knew, in those moments obscured in half-darkness, whether he’s come to look for that after she’d spoke of, or if he’s come to say goodbye.

Then, one day he spots flowers in her window, for the first time since—

(They’re pale white against the cream of her curtains, their stems dark slivers of green, and he imagines them pricking the pad of his thumb, drawing up a spot of blood.)

Frank takes a deep breath.

…

She doesn’t look surprised to see him when she opens the door, swinging it back two-thirds of the way before stopping. Her lips are pressed tightly together, like there’s too much to say, or maybe there’s things that she can’t, either way he can’t read her and he thinks she’s never terrified him more.

Frank drops his gaze, mouth moving soundlessly until the words grind their way out. “How’d you know I was here, Karen?”

He’s not sure what kind of answer he’s expecting. That Nelson had grown a real pair of eyes, or that Red had managed to ferret him out of his lurking somehow. Or maybe Karen really just hadn’t known at all, and those flowers were never for him.

What Karen says instead is, “Dinah and I grab a beer together, sometimes.”

“That right?” he asks, trying to lay out an image of this in his mind. It sits strangely there, stumping him for a moment, and some of his bewilderment must show on his face because Karen’s mouth almost turns up in a smile before flattening again.

She leans away from the doorjamb, waving her hand in a worn-looking gesture before letting it drop to her side. “Besides, you…haven’t exactly been subtle, in your haunting of Hell’s Kitchen.”

He doesn’t know what to say to that, other than a gruff, “’S’what dead men do, Karen,” as she folds her arms and sighs at him.

“You sure you’re not just losing your touch, Frank?” She steps into the doorway, whether to move closer to him or to block him out of her apartment, he can’t tell. “Or was it because you wanted me to know but couldn’t tell me to my face?”

His eyes snap up to hers, twitching slightly under the sharp weight of her gaze. He shakes his head, wishing he could just ask her, What do you want from me, Karen? but they’re long past that now, and if he can’t find his own way to answer her, then.

God, he really doesn’t deserve this woman.

“I think I—” He shifts his body and tries again. “I think I needed to figure some things out. Karen. I was waiting 'til I felt like I was ready, and I don’t think I’ll ever be that.” But I’m here, he wants to say, but I’m here.

“Yeah.” Karen’s nodding, hair falling into her face, and she brushes it back, resting her chin in her palm for a moment. “I know that, Frank.” All of the fight in her seems to have ebbed slowly back, and he resists the urge to reach out and shake the storm back into motion, to make her understand she doesn’t get to let him off the hook so easy.

The look she gives him now is softer, but he knows. Fight’s not done. May never be done. And he knows this because he knows he’ll never stop fighting for her.

She’s stepped back into the door, letting it swing open further. She doesn’t invite him in, but she’s quirked an eyebrow up at him, biting her lip with another deep sigh and a shake of her head.

“You, uh.” Frank glances back and forth at their surroundings, doesn’t quite meet her eye. Tries to lighten his tone through the gruffness as he asks her, “So, you wanted to see me?”

Her voice is soft, forbearing, with a hint of gentle knowing behind it. “You didn’t?”

She’s holding back the clear start of a smile from him this time, and Frank. Christ. It’s taking everything in him not to step toward her, to—

Karen tilts her chin at him, the motion loosening another wave of blonde hair, and he can’t remember anymore why he was trying so hard to stand back from all this. He’s moving, swaying forward until she’s just an arm’s length away, and there’s something almost teasing about the way she relaxes her shoulder into the door as she watches him.

“You back to kill some people, Frank?”

He feels a corner of his mouth turn up. This girl. He licks his lips, lets out a quiet sort of laugh. “That was the plan, yeah.”

Karen gazes up at him, unblinking. “Have you?”

“I was—” Frank has to look away for a moment, finally turning back when he can. His eyes are steady, boring into hers, voice low and full with meaning. “I was. Working on it.”

Karen nods. Doesn’t speak for long seconds, and he measures them out in heartbeats, chest tightening hard enough it feels like it might break when she asks him, very carefully, “Still?”

Frank steps closer, close enough to feel the way her breath shakes with a small sigh, how her body moves away from the door to meet him.

His hand is inches from hers, but he doesn’t reach for her. Not yet.

She waits, gaze searching. He gives the barest shake of his head, and a single word, gravel-filled, a promise. “No.”

Something cracks open in her expression, and it means everything to him, her head ducking away as though she can’t have him looking too closely at the way she's biting back that smile of hers, and he thinks – he thinks he wants to make her do it again, and again, for as long as she will have him.

“Would you like to come in, Frank?”

He takes her hand in his this time, feeling the pull of her as he steps across the threshold, door shutting firmly behind them, and it feels like coming home.

#kastle #kastleff #kastle ff #kastlenetwork #kastledaily #happy belated birthday haley!!!!!!#sorry for the unpolishedness #i may go back and edit it up a bit later lol #but i wanted to have something for you because you've been so lovely and welcoming!#i can't thank you enough!

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badbihbunnie · 6 years

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A M O R P H O U S (2/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Reader

Words: 2,5k

Warnings: smut

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N o A n g e l

The air condition is a slow hum in the back of her ears, a bare whisper she isn‘t able to pick up. She is too occupied, her mind filled, her senses clouded. Too long, it had been, since she’s been touched like this, held in the arms of a strong man as his hips rocked her back and forth in a steady pace.

„You sure want to do this?“ his deep tone asks in silent wonder, causing her to pause slightly and think.

Think whether she really wants to do this in one of the many office bathrooms, the company she works at, offers. A part of her tells her to go with it. To enjoy the thrill of being in a public environment about to commit something sinful. Another part of her, however, tells her to screw the idea. To pull her skirt from around her hips and kiss the handsome stranger goodbye. She would never speak of it again, would never think back to what she could have had. But that part, much like the steady breathing of the air conditioning, she ignores. Pushes it back and allows her hands to reach for the buttons on his pants.

Her eyes, bright as the moon on a cloudless night, open, looking to find the ones opposite from her. „Shut up.“ she but manages to sing in need as her lips glide over the roughly shaven parts of his chin, his cheeks and the soft skin on his neck.

Her man chuckles, a low note, from deep inside his throat. „Just making sure.“ simple, and yet his words are swallowed as her swollen lips connect with his in a hungry and firm kiss. The strangers hands play with the hem of her underwear, teasing the sparse peace of fabric before pushing them aside to run a finger along her opening.

She can't hold back the hiss drawn from between her lips, her breath getting stuck behind clenched teeth. „Don't“ she barely growls, eyes closing as the muscles in her lower abdomen tighten painfully. „None of that. No teasing“

And again, she allows him to lure her in with a smile of his. Silently, he looks into her eyes, slowly closing in on her lips. Excitement bubbles within her, adrenaline pumping through her veins as her breathing picks up speed. „Don‘t worry. I got you.“ his breath is a sweet concoction leaving her begging for more; it is a scent of mints combined with the bittersweet taste of tobacco he inhaled when she stepped outside to gather her lunch before they ended up in one of the bathroom‘s cubicles. „Just look at you: pupils blown with lust. Your - “

His tongue moves out to caress her lips. „Lips: wet.“ his fingers play a silent rhythm on the strings of her sanity, a pumping beat echoing within her walls, traveling to her brain. Cirlce around her bundle of nerves, going in, going out. Twist, in again and then out. Pinch. Again, she hisses, inhaling more of that divine air that is his breath.

His eyes, so stark in contrast to her own, look deeply into hers, erasing all previous doubts she may have had. She is weak in his strong arms, useless as her legs are wrapped around his waist, her arms circling his shoulders and neck, holding herself up.

His hands move fast, pushing the contraceptive over his length and guiding himself to her core. His head is a tease against the walls to her paradise, a sweet sensation kissing her legs as she starts to quiver. All too quickly he snaps, an impulsive thrust inside leaving her breathless, gasping for air. Nails dig into his scalp, pulling on the soft tresses of his hair and inhaling the scent of his cologne at the tip of her nose. Her mind is wilding, her senses too far gone while his hips make sweet love to her.

No, she thinks. This isn't love, it couldn't be. Not under these circumstances. She barely knows the man, let alone told him her name for this to be love. She is sure of it. But she loves the way he makes her feel, the way he fills her up and makes her yearn. She loves the determination in his eyes, his brows drawing together in concentration.

„Hen- „ she barely gets out before she is kissed again, his lips connecting with hers, their tongues fighting for dominance.

The man in front of her moves to her neck, trailing harsh kisses down its length. „Shhh“ he whispers. „No talking.“ it is the feeling of warm breath against the shell of her ear, the pressure inside her slowly building, that causes her to whimper.

„Listen.“ she barely catches over the deafening sound of blood rushing to her ears and cheeks. The main door to the bathroom opens, sudden footsteps clicking against the light tiles beneath her form. Her eyes widen in panic. His speed decreases and yet his thrusts intensify. „Dont wanna get caught now, do we?“

Deeply, he pushes into her, dragging her further into the bathroom stall before he finally sits down onto the closed seat - she placed on top of him. Shortly, they lose contact, his length leaving her warmth, allowing her to catch her breath before it is taken from her again.

A groan escapes his lips and in her stupor, she presses her hands against his mouth, praying that they hadn't been caught.

„Hello?“ Her hands start to sweat, the knot in her stomach decreasing with every thrust of his hips, with every movement of hers. He grunts again, making her eyes widen.

„Hello?“ the voice questions again, this time closer, louder. Whoever it is, figured out which stall they were in. She could see their feet at the bottom of the door, shyly peaking through the opening. „Is someone there?“ her ears pick up slow whirring of metal and soft clicking before the man beneath her gives his finals thrusts, breath picking up and then slowing. A few twitches inside of her and he slumps against the toilet seat. His groans and the sudden flush of the toilet overpower her embarrassment, the sick feeling in her stomach.

Disgusted, she looks at him, the light sheen of sweat on his forehead, the blown pupils of his eyes. She opens her mouth to protest, to cry out, when he beats her to it.

„Yeah man,“ he barely guides her hips over his own, twitching once again as he reaches a sensitive spot. „Just had a heavy lunch.“

„Oh.“ the man from the opposite site of the door mentions. She, however, ignores it, the tightness in her chest growing, her anger bubbling over. „Make sure not leave a mess in there.“ In seconds his footstep grow quieter, the screeching of a door opening and closing dancing in the air. It is her cue to push against his shoulders and stand up. It is her cue to fix her dress, smooth out any wrinkles and rebutton her shirt.

„That was nice.“ the man whispers, one of his hands reaching for hers. Her head snaps in his direction, hard eyes meeting his. „We should do this agai-„

„No.“ she states, hand running along her ponytail, releasing the end to let it swing freely and settle against the length of her neck. Swiftly, she turns, unlocking the door and walking out. She leaves him slumped against the toilet seat, pants unbuckled, blissfull. „Fucking asshole.“ she whispers as she walks out the front door, ignoring his pleas to tell him her name, heels tapping against the marble floor.

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A trail of curses leave her mouth, as the soles of her heels continue to click against the ground. Done with the day, ready to quit and go back home, (y/n) stands in line of a foreign bistro, hoping that she could salvage what‘s left of her miserable break with something to eat.

„I‘m sorry m‘am but one of our machines is currently broken.“ the cashier in front of her says. (Y/N) looks from her purse, having just fished out her wallet, and into the eyes of the girl. „Would you mind ordering something else? Again, I am terribly sorry!“

She would have loved to scream no, to take her belongings and walk right out of the little shop. (y/n), however, knew: attitude wouldn't get her anywhere. At least, the cashier was trying her best, offering a warm smile. With a sigh (y/n) looks at the menu, eyes scanning the list. She doesn‘t even know the place let alone any of the menus listed in front of her. What is this place again? Iraq? Palestine maybe?

Teeth grinding against one another, her tongue swipe over her lips. „Number -„ she hesitates, eyes roaming the list. „seventy four I guess?“

Her eyes roll against the back of her head. Her lunch break was slowly coming to an end. „With chicken. No onions, no peppers, no cabbage, red or white. And definitely no tomatoes. Make it spicy though and not too much of the sauce. I‘ll take a bottle of water as well, please.“ the cashier in front of her smiles, nodding her head.

„Alright.“ the girl behind the register smiles again. „That will be $11.65“ Handing over the money, she tells the girl to keep the change before moving aside to look for an available spot in the small restaurant. She could stay inside, saving herself from having to listen to New York‘s busy life style. The sun, however, was out which was a nice change for once, snd maybe that would cheer her up and lift her mood.

„You won‘t mind me sitting down, will you?“ not waiting for an answer, (y/n)‘s legs move forward. „I will be outside.“

Fishing out her sunglasses, (y/n) places them on top of her nose, shielding her eyes from the warm rays of the glowing sun. Looking around, she notices the different faces, the many laughing smiles; couples walking around, hand in hand, in love. Children begging their parents for ice cream. Her eyes then land on the man seating himself in front of her.

„You won‘t mind sharing this bench, right?“ the man, maybe a decade older than her - she isn‘t entirely sure - asks. (y/n) could feel his eyes on her from beneath his sunglasses. She knows him. How couldn't she. Everybody knows who he is and he didn't have a problem letting her know, when he sits without awaiting her answer.

The on going conversation on his phone doesn't stop, even when he asked her whether hed be able to sit with her. „I understand!“ his voice picks up, eyes slowly scanning over (y/n) before his body turned and his hand went up to scratch the back of his neck.

„I know and I am unbelievably sorry, sweetheart but they needed me.“ he tries to reason with whoever he was speaking to. „Okay they needed Iron Man. But see it this way: Iron Man, Tony Stark, same person really. I see no difference. I‘ll make it up to you. Promise!“

The man turns back to her. „Hello?“ His brows draw together, hand lifting from his ear to look the phone‘s screen. She wants to say something, be witty and maybe even make him laugh a little. She keeps silent, minding her own business.

„Number seventy four and a bottle of water?“ a young waiter asks, holding a plate with her food in shaking hands. Nodding her head, (y/n) signals for him to place her order on the table. A quick thank you leaves her lips. „Mr. Stark.“ the young boy exclaims. „Would you like the usual?“

„Ah yes, nice to see you again.“ his hands clap together, watching carefully as (y/n) adjusts the meal on her plate. „No thank you. I‘m afraid I don't have the time, today. You know, I just came from a walk - trying to clear my head. It‘s been a long day at work.“

(Y/n) supresses the snort trying to escape her and rips off a piece from the foil her food is wrapped in. „I just wanted to sit down. Get something done - “ his back straightens, causing (y/n) to do the same, high ponytail swinging over her shoulder with a swift movement of her head. „And enjoy the view.“ From under her lashes, she notices him fiddle with his phone, twisting and turning it in his hands. She can feel him watch her as her hands guide her sunglasses from her nose and onto her head.

He smiles at the waiter. „Maybe some other time.“

„As you wish, Mr. Stark.“ the waiter‘s arms disappear behind his back, before he himself disappears back into the restaurant.

„Schawarma, huh.“ the man opposite from her notices as she‘s about to take her first bite. „It’s my usual. One of their best meals here.“

(Y/n) barely acknowledges him, a meaningless smile on her lips. „I wouldn‘t know, love. I‘ve never been here before.“ her voice is soft, calm and collected. So different to how she feels inside.

„You‘ll enjoy it.“ he assures her. „Of course it‘s not as good as American man and the atmosphere is not quite as prestigeous as office bathrooms, but - is that an accent I hear? British maybe?“

His words make (y/n)‘s head snap up at him, the first bite in her mouth long forgotten. „I‘m not judging, you know. We‘ve all been there-„

„I’m sorry.“ interrupting him as she swallows, head slightly tilting. „Who are you again?“ She desperately tries to fight her body‘s natural instinct to blush and cower in embarrassment. Instead, her lips purse, brows raised in question. Her eyes unimpressed.

„I must admit I‘m quite offended.“ he laughs an earnest laughter, mocking her accent at the same time. „I would have hoped for you to recognize the face that signs your pay checks every month, Miss (y/ln).“

(Y/n) swallows hard, her stomach churning at the thought of having been caught. Hoping he wouldn't have noticed her being caught off guard, she swallows again, dabbing her mouth clean, sipping from her water. „Been silently watching from afar, sir?“ He smiles. „In that case you could have just asked to join. Two’s a crowd but three‘s a party.“

He claps his phone against his hands; once, twice, before checking the time and getting up. „I like to have my eyes on my employees, Miss (y/l/n).“ (y/n) swallows.

„Especially the ones that pique my interest.“

#bucky barnes x enhanced reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #the winter soldier #marvel #smut #bucky smut #bucky x reader #avengers

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