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Sinful Compliments - 1

Sinful Compliments MasterList

Pairing: Steve Kemp x Chef!Female Reader

Words: 2k+

Summary: It’s always compliments to the chef…. But at what cost?

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions of human parts, non-con cannibalism, explicit language. Future warnings in upcoming chapters.

A/N: If you don’t know already, I am married to Steve Kemp and we are living happily ever after lol. This fic is going to go dark. Heed the warnings before you read and scroll past it if this is not your thing. Happy reading! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

Saturdays were meant for relaxation or nights out with friends for the average person. To be able to go out or stay in after a grueling workweek to let off some steam. But not for you, not with the profession that you picked out for yourself.

All you knew since you were a small child was food. Nothing else in the world mattered like the different smells of food on a stove or in an oven. You could remember the earliest memory of your great-grandma teaching you how to crack an egg.

The ting of the hard exterior against the ceramic bowl was music to your ears and the viscous contrast of clear and bright yellow filling the bowl would be one of your favorite memories to date.

It was your introduction to the world of cooking as you knew it. From then on, you stayed in the kitchen, learning everything you knew from her and her daughter, your grandma as well.

There wasn’t anything that they wouldn’t teach you and you were thankful for every lesson all the way to culinary school. Even there, you soaked up every lesson like a sponge with your own little twist.

Sometimes, you would go against what you learned from the book and mix it with what you were taught from different generations.

It worked for you in your favor. Whoever had the privilege of teaching you, would always sing praises and how you made even the simplest of dishes your own.

There was no surprise that you graduated at the top of your class and awarded the honor to learn from the top chefs in France. From learning from your family to getting the recognition all the way across the world was something that stuck with you.

When the odds were against you, nothing could stop you from overcoming them.

Now as you stand in the renowned 5-star restaurant, Bon Goût, you were the highest-ranked chef, with your own crew under you.

Patrons from all over the world flocked to taste your food, most saying that every flavor melted against their taste buds like butter.

Some would say that your food was unlike any other, begging you for the secret of how you got every piece of food perfect.

To your response, if you told them, you would have to kill them… literally.

Sure food was your passion and there wasn’t anything else that you would rather be doing but, regular meat became… boring.

You never knew the word for the things you liked. Never even cared to look up if there was even a description. All you knew was that the world needed to experience just what set your entire soul on fire.

They didn’t have to know what they were eating, just that it tasted good. You were so good, that naming certain types of meat as their animal counterpart was easy.

Every night, you would wait outside, an earlier time before the restaurant opened to get special shipments from your best dealer, Rob.

He insisted on you calling him Freezy but you didn’t need to have his name circulating so close to where you worked.

He did the dirty work for you so that you didn’t have to. Perfectly cuts of the finest meat you ever laid your eyes on. You wondered if anyone else was in the same “business” as him.

All those thoughts went away as the hustle and bustle of the dinner crew started swarming in, filling every chair to capacity. You were so good, that reservations had to be booked months in advance.

It was a regular Saturday night at Bon Goût, you ran a tight ship in the kitchen. No one tripping over the other and every person stayed in their designated stations, handing off what they completed to the next chef to complete the signature dishes.

What began as a common night, turned hectic as the owner of the restaurant called in a last-minute request.

There was going to be a very important group being seated and they wanted everything on the menu. For most head chefs, they would have lost it. But for you? That was a challenge and you knew that it was doable.

With a curt nod to the owner, you assured him everything would be to the special guests' perfection. You were going to make sure of it personally.

The only announcement that you had to make to your crew was, “Get on your A-game. Don’t fuck this up”

Just like that, the crew and you worked like a well-oiled machine, producing the entire menu, and making sure to get your final approval before sending them out.

You could hear the clamoring of guests all the way from the kitchen, watching the cleaning crew sweep and wipe every surface, making sure it was tip-top perfection for closing time.

It was almost time to clock out when, a waitress by the name of Stephanie came in, her timid nature making its way over to you.

You gave her a raised brow as she finally looked at you. She was silent for a bit, playing with the top hem of her apron.

Unlike other chefs, you treated everyone nicely and you knew this scene was very intimidating to the young girl.

The corners of your lips rise slowly as you lean against one of the prep tables, “Something wrong Steph?” you ask hoping there wasn’t some prick that had to say anything about your cooking.

Stephanie looked up, the words tumbling from her mouth, “N-no ma’am… Just that Table 9 would like a word…”

“What for?” the question lingering on your tongue as you push away from the table, going over to the sink to wash your hands.

With a swiftness, Stephanie follows your steps, continuing to give you the run down, “They… well he wants to give his compliments.”

“He? I thought that table had a group?”

“Oh! They did, but the rest left. The guy didn’t want to leave until he saw you.”

What she told you wasn’t odd. You were always called out to soak up praises from different guests. But something felt off and you didn’t even know why.

There was time to overthink it and your own bed was calling you. You give Stephanie a curt nod, patting her shoulder before, sauntering out the door and making it over to the large table.

Just as she had said, there was only one man seated at the large mahogany table. The lights bounced off the shiny finish, illuminating his face as he took a final sip of the amber fluid in his glass.

From afar, you could tell that he was handsome. The closer you got, the more you could see the sharp edges of his jaw and the neatly shaped coif that his hair was in.

You had to give it to him, he could definitely dress. The navy turtleneck complimented the steel blues of his eyes and as you finally stood in front of his seated frame, you could see a hint of gray as well.

For anyone else, he would be intimidating. But you weren’t the least worried, not when he laid his eyes on you immediately smiling at your presence.

It wasn’t common that someone caught your eye, but he had your full attention and whatever he needed to say, you were all ears.

There weren’t many people left in the entire restaurant save for the bartender, cleaning up his station, and a sparse amount of the cleaning staff.

The space was fairly quiet and the more the mystery man had his eyes on you, the more you wanted to speak to get to whatever he had to say to you.

You clear your throat, giving the best grin you could give, “I heard someone wanted to give praises?” you waited. But all he gave you was a simple smirk.

He pushed back, the legs of the chair lightly scraping the floor as he stood up. His hand extended out to yours as you quickly grabbed a hold of it.

The minute your hands touched each other, the sudden sparks could be felt. Maybe not for him but the way he held your hand felt incredible.

“I want to give more than that,” he says, releasing your hand and motioning to an empty chair, “Please. Sit, I know you must be tired. Might I say you deserve all the rest in the world.”

You didn’t need to be told twice as you pulled out a chair and sat directly in front of him. He waited until you were fully seated before taking his seat, scooting back up to the edge of the table.

Silence stayed for a minute before he decided to speak first.

“It’s refreshing seeing a woman behind such great food. They get overlooked so much by men,” he starts off. You wanted to smirk yourself, but the humble being in you couldn’t even do it.

You stood silent, taking in his words. It wasn’t like this was your first time receiving compliments. Yet, the way the words rolled off his tongue, you were ready to listen to him say anything.

“I must say… The pâté was my favorite. It spread over my bread like the purest butter…” he groaned, pressing his lips to his fingertips, “Just… delicious.”

The act alone would have been innocent enough but you were slowly becoming enamored and he was only talking about your food.

No one had ever talked about your pâté in such a sensual way before.

You straighten up in your seat, purposely looking into his eyes, “Wanna know the secret Mr…” you didn’t even get his name

The man chuckles, nipping at the corner of his lip, “How rude of me chef. Forgot my manners. The name’s Steve Kemp and I’m your newest fan. Anything you give me, I’ll cherish it. So tell me… How do you make your pâté taste like pure sin?”

Steve’s eyes are locked on you now, waiting to take in everything that you had to say. It wasn’t invasive and just the right amount of comfortable.

You lean closer, getting level with him, “It’s in the wine. Most chefs just put any old wine but I source mine out. Pair that with just the right temperature and time and you have sinful pâté.”

Steve leans back raising his hands as he gives a slow clap, “I'm… blown away. Do you source the meat out too? Surely you can’t get that from any old butcher.”

He was damned right about that. Your meat was the freshest of fresh and you couldn’t tell him exactly where you got it.

You nod, leaning back in your chair, “Absolutely, the farm gives me fresh pork every week and I make sure to properly store the meat…”

Steve stays silent for a minute. His brows knitted in confusion before relaxing them, “I never got your name..”

Now your manners were lost. You quickly give your name and he repeats it twice letting it sit on his tongue.

“A gorgeous name that fits her craft. Just amazing…”

You preen on the inside, your outside demeanor the same as before, “Thank you, it was given to me by my great gran, rest her soul.”

Steve gave a small smile, “I’m sure she’s proud of you. It’s an honor to be in front of such talent..”

The lights were dimming one by one signaling the final close, “That she would Mr. Kemp. If you don’t want to be stuck here… it’s officially closing time. I’m glad you loved the pâté

You both stood up, shaking hands once more pulling away. Bidding each other a good night, he said your name to catch your attention.

Steve walked from around the table, his height a few inches over you. You gave him a questioning look, wondering what else he had to say.

He was close enough that you could smell his intoxicating cologne filling your nostrils and you could have stayed in his presence forever.

His body shifted as he lowered his lips to the shell of your ear..

“I know human pâté when I taste it…”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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Don't Speak 33

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, allusions to abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: Okay I had no plans to get this done but since US thanksgiving is near.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

You cling to that moment of peace. Without Andy touching you, smothering you, invading you. You hide your head under your bent arm, curled up on your side as you try to close the world out. Reality slices through you like a razor.

You cannot outrun what is. Not anymore. You’ve lost that ability. Your mind can’t summon the fantasies that once kept you safe. There is only the tenderness inside and the bruises on your thighs.

He’s there, somewhere, lurking. You thought he would go to work but that hope was quickly crushed, along with all your others. He stayed and touched you until that got the better of him. Then he would put you on your back, or your stomach, sometimes your side, however he wanted you…

And you let him. You don’t fight. Your weightless body follows his whim and opens to him. You squeeze your eyes shut and whimper as your walls clench at the thought of him near you.

There’s something wrong with you. You’re supposed to love him, so it shouldn’t feel so bad, right? After all he’s done for you, shouldn’t you want him to do that? Shouldn’t you be just as eager for him?

You don’t understand it. It’s not supposed to hurt so surely, you’re doing something wrong. You’ll get it right. You can be what Andy wants, what he needs. You will not be another burden. Never again.

You hear him coming. You quiver and shrink down further. You can’t find the strength to sit up and try.

He greets you with a sigh. Oh no, he’s mad. You whimper and curl your arm snugger around your head. What did you do now? What is he going to do?

He nears the bed, his shadow standing over you as his presence brings a dark cloud. He shifts and sniffs, turning to sit on the edge of the bed. He puts his large hand on your shoulder and you wince. You squeeze your eyes shut.

“We need to talk, Dove,” he says.

Talk? You can’t handle it. You’d rather he just hurt you than repeat the facts. You don’t need him to tell you how bad you are, you already know.

“Sit up,” he shakes you, gently but enough to jar you.

You relent and fall onto your back. You stare at the ceiling and press your hands to the mattress. You sit up, little but little, your muscles knotted and stiff.

You hug the blanket to your chest, hiding behind it as you hunch your shoulders forward. You can’t look at Andy so you focus on the lump of your feet under the covers.

“Why do you keep lying?” He rasps.

You blink as your lip trembles, tears threatening to spring free. He’s mad again. Your entire body tenses as you brace for what comes next.

“You could’ve told me about Steve,” he lifts the shape in his lap and you glance over. It’s your tablet. “He’s your doctor, I wouldn’t have been mad.”

You sniffle and cup your chin in your hands, fingers over your mouth. You watch him turn the tablet over and slide back the cover. You don’t try to stop him or defend yourself. He’s right. About everything.

“If you needed help… with the toy or figuring things out, I was here. I am here. You could’ve asked me,” an edge creeps into his voice, “why didn’t you ask me?”

You don’t say a word. You’re trapped in your own guilt. He has the proof in his hands. You did it, you lied and betrayed him.

“The only thing I ask of you, is that you tell the truth. You haven’t, so I can’t trust you. Not until you show me I can,” Andy closes the tablet, pressing his thumb to the cover. “And maybe then you can have this back.”

You nod and hang your head. It’s easier if you just do what he wants. You’ll get used to it eventually, maybe even one day, you’ll be normal and want it too.

🕊️

“This is nice,” Andy struts into the room with a hanger in hand.

You sit on the edge of the bed where he left you. His frustration drew you out of your cocoon to shiver in the morning air. You can smell the crisp autumn seeping in around the window. There’s no point trying to figure out how long you’ve been like this, counting the days will only make it torturous.

You glance over as Andy waggles the dress at you, one of those he bought you. The bishop sleeves are almost longer than the skirt, the shade of faded plum overlaid with a translucent layer. You look at it and nod. Whatever he wants.

“You’ll have to clean up first,” he lays the dress on the bed, “it’ll help you feel better too.”

You blink and pinpoint on his chest. You can’t look him in the face. He nears you and runs his hands down your arms, sending a chill through you. He bends and twists you around to scoop you up. He hums as he lifts you against his chest.

“Aren’t you excited, honey?” He chimes.

You frown, excited? You let your head fall against his shoulder. There isn’t an ounce of strength left in you.

“Thanksgiving,” he prompts as if it’s obvious, “I got everything we need! So you can get started once you're ready. Don’t worry, I woke up early to deal with the turkey.”

He enters the bathroom and puts you down on the closed toilet. You look down at yourself. You wear his t-shirt and nothing else. He moves away to crank on the tub and quickly comes back to you. You wrinkle your nose, confused.

“Thanksgiving?” You croak.

“Uh, yeah, duh!” His tone is laced with forced enthusiasm. “Our first together.”

He tugs the hem of the shirt from under your ass and you murmur. You try to catch the cotton. He tuts and you let go. He rolls the fabric up your body and you lift your arms, surrendering.

“An…” you start to say his name but can’t get the bitter noise out. You clear your throat, “what if… I don’t feel good, I don’t know if I have the energy–”

“You’ve been in bed forever. You can get up for one day,” his timbre turns rigid, “you promised me. You promised Doctor Kemp. Do you want to let us both down?”

You close your eyes and slump. He huffs and tosses the shirt on the tile. You reach to touch your lashes and sniff back a wave of tears. It’s not just the time, the way it moves without you knowing, no, it’s him that makes you feel so helpless.

“Don’t do this,” he whispers, half a growl.

“I…” you inhale, struck by his fury, “I won’t. I’ll be good.”

You try to force a smile as you pull your hands away. Your cheeks twitch and your eyes sting, your lips just won’t curve the way you want them too. Another sigh as he stands straight. He rolls up his sleeves before he lifts you again.

He lowers you into the tube as you squeeze your legs together. You fold your arms around yourself, trying to hide, as he reaches for a scrubby and the bottle of vanilla soap. He pops the cap violently as the water bulges up towards your knees.

“Dove,” he reproaches as he grabs your arm, straightening it as he holds your wrist firmly.

You squeak as he scrubs you harshly. You hide behind your eyelids as the flash of another memory strikes you. The cold downpour of water from a screaming shower head, chattering teeth, and quaking sobs.

When he makes you stand, you curl your fingers to tight fists. As he washes you, you feel even more exposed than before. He takes his time on your chest and stomach, surprising you as he leans forward to his just beside your navel. You flinch and glance down.

“You’re beautiful, honey, you shouldn’t be so shy,” he says, “all done, sit.”

You obey and he finishes up the bath, helping you stand before wrapping you up in a soft towel. He pats you dry and moisturises your skin with the fragrant strawberry lotion. This time, he makes you walk back to the room with him.

As you consider the dress, he goes to his dresser and slides out a drawer. He comes to the bed and drops something else. You stare at the white panties and bra, see-through and speckled with little hearts.

“Happy Thanksgiving,” he says as he touches the front of his shirt, damp from the tub, “I’ll change too.”

You bite your lip and keep your chin down. You touch the dress, staring at the underwear, mortified at the thought of wearing those. Why can’t you wear something comfortable? Why can’t you be you? Why can’t he love you as you?

🕊️

Andy said Steve is coming. You don’t dare ask when as the conversation about your tablet looms over you. You don’t want him to think anything bad of the doctor. It’s not his fault, you’re just stupid.

You put your energy into following the precise instructions printed out before you. All the ingredients are set out neatly for you. It’s all manageable, even for you.

In the next room, the TV blares with the commentators on the NFL pre-game. Andy paces in and out, as if checking on you, or maybe he’s restless. You start peeling the sweet potatoes as he comes in again, looking at his watch.

“Dr. Kemp said he’d bring dessert,” Andy says, “I bought a pie just in case. If he isn’t here in the next hour, we’ll take it out of the freezer.”

“Okay,” you agree as you drag the peeler over the bumpy potato.

“You must be excited, huh, dove?”

“Um, sure, I… I like Thanksgiving. Lots of food,” you smile, you’re getting better at that. “Um, yeah.”

“What?” He tilts his head, his hands going to his hips. Oh no, he’s mad. Again.

“N-nothing, I didn’t…” you look away, “nothing.”

“It’s just Steve,” he shrugs, “I don’t have family. You know, if you bothered to ask, you might realise we’re a lot more alike than you think.”

You chew your cheek and focus on stripping the orange potato. You never did ask. You didn’t think you should. It feels nosy so it’s not that you never wondered or cared, you just don’t know what’s right.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur.

“For?”

“For not asking. Sorry that you’re alone too,” you grab the next potato.

“Not anymore, dove, we got each other, right?” He chirps, “anyway, before you get too deep into that, you should really do the snacks first. Can’t watch football without munchies.”

“Oh, I… I didn’t think…” you put the potato down and wipe your hands on the dish towel on the counter.

“Wait, wait,” he goes by the fridge and unhooks an apron hanging on the other side. “You don’t want to dirty up that pretty dress.”

“Uh, good idea.”

He puts the top strap over your head, tugging it down snug to your neck. He signals you to turn and you do. He steps close, reaching around you as he smooth the front and drags his hands to the thinner straps behind you. He ties them slowly, tickling your lower back through the dress.

“Let me see,” he steps back.

You face him and he admires you. You look down at the floral fabric with a large bow at the waist. It looks almost like a vintage dress on its own. You straighten your arms and sway as he purrs.

“That looks so good on you,” he steps closer and you plant your feet, resisting the urge to retreat. “Makes me wanna eat you up.”

Your chest racks with panic as he advances on you. He corners you against the counter as he flutters his fingers along the ruffled edge of the apron. You watch his hands creep up the fabric and gulp. Oh, again? Here? You thought you were safe.

“We got time,” his hands close on your hips, “just a little taste.”

You yelp as he takes you off your feet, perching you on the counter. Your ass knocks a bowl across the island and you brace the granite for balance. He pushes your knees apart and steps between them. You're paralysed as he cups your chin, tilting your head back as he kisses you. Suddenly.

He clamps his hand around the back of your neck, locking you against him. His other hand trails down your leg, stopping at your knee and crawling back up. He slips beneath the apron and your skirt, tendrils radiating from his touch. Your muscles spasm as you gasp.

He parts from your lips, kissing your jaw and neck, nibbling and moaning as his fingertips inch towards the trim of your panties. The cool air slips beneath your dress and through the thin fabric. You shudder as you close your eyes, trying to bury yourself inside.

“Mmmm, dove,” he shifts and nuzzles your chest.

He slowly gets to his knees, holding your legs apart as he pecks along your skin. You whimper as he edges towards your skirt, his breath dampening your thigh. He hums and pinches you with his teeth.

“Delicious,” he pokes his head under your skirt, a sudden ding breaking your trance.

He retracts, sitting back on his heels as the doorbell echoes through the house. You look down at him as he closes his eyes and grimaces. He shakes his head and pushes himself up to his feet, grunting as he stands.

“Great timing, as always,” he scoffs.

He struts out, his chagrin obvious in his posture. You push off the counter, landing awkwardly on your feet, tweaking your ankle slightly. You go to the doorway, peeking around into the hall but not daring to venture out.

Andy rolls his shoulders as he stops by the door. He heaves a breath as the doorbell chimes again. He turns back the latch and twists the handle, pulling it back.

“Andrew,” Kemp’s voice booms into the entryway, “Happy Thanksgiving!” You can’t help the way your heart topturns at his familiar timbre, “brought dessert.”

“What is she doing here?” Andy growls.

“Thanksgiving is for family, Andrew, and her family is here,” Kemp insists.

“No, I didn’t invite her–”

“Where is she?” The unseen ‘her’ asks. Your mouth falls open. Amber? “Let me see her.”

You rush forward without thinking. No fear, no doubt, you just want to see your sister. You scurry down the hall and brush by Andy, elbowing him as he reaches to stop you. You burst out through the doorway and crash into Amber, wrapping your arms around her.

“Hey,” her voice piques as she hugs you back, “hey, I’m here.”

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sstan-hoe · 1 year

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒔 𝑫𝒆𝒏

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 — all you wanted was to go on vacation but your car didn't have the same idea. Almost breaking down in the middle of nowhere you luckily made it to a house with lights. A handsome stranger and his friends offer to help you. They're devilishly handsome…or almost demon like? Something about them entrances you.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — fem!reader × incubus!andy barber/bucky barnes/steve kemp/steve rogers/nick fowler/ari levinson/ransom drysdale/lloyd hansen

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — SMUT, Minors dni, violence -> more specific things in the fic

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — reblog and comment | depending on how good the series is coming on I will continue or stop

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♫︎ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝗂. 𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖡𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖣𝗈𝗐𝗇

𝗂𝗂. 𝖨 𝖬𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖡𝖾 𝖣𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝗂𝗂𝗂. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖱𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖢𝗈𝗈𝗅

𝗂𝗏. 𝖢𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝖡𝖾𝖺𝗋

𝗏. 𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖢𝗈𝗈𝗄

𝗏𝗂. 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖶𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁

𝗏𝗂𝗂. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖢𝖺𝗇 𝖦𝖾𝗍 𝖠 𝖣𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾

𝗏𝗂𝗂𝗂. 𝖳𝗈𝗈 𝖬𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖬𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝖡𝗈𝗒

𝗂𝗑. 𝖠 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖳𝗈 𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄

𝗑. 𝖦𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖡𝗈𝗒?

𝗑𝗂. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖧𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽

𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑 | 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐃

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒/𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘 — linked to tags

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𝗎𝗉𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌

𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌/𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

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chernayawidow · 2 years

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I’m a horny slut who just spent the last hour trying to find smutty and depraved fics about Darth fucking Vader. Not even suitless Vader… but crispy Vader.

How did I get here… what moment in my life led to this downfall… where did it all go wrong? I’ve truly hit rock bottom.

#I thought I hit rock bottom when I fell in love with the age gap kink #then I thought it was when the age gap kink increased a bit more #THEN I thought it was when I fell for Steve fucking Kemp… a cannibal #THEN I THOUGHT tHat was as low as it got… but ohhhh nay nay…. darth fucking Vader ladies and gents #what have I become?#I used to watch play school once upon a time….#darth vader #kenobie series #darth vader smut #anakin Skywalker #Hayden christensen

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1000night · 2 years

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Period Comfort p.4

warnings: period, implied smut

characters: Chase Collins, Jefferson, Steve Kemp, Chris Beck

MINORS DON’T INTERACTION WITH THIS

He hated to see you lying on bed and whimpering because of the pain.

He tries to find something that could help you.

But his magic is useless this time.

Sitting on the edge of the queen-size bed, Chase stared at you with worried eyes, his eyebrows knitted, and he didn't dare to touch you as you're too delicate.

The summer heat burned your back and you huffed, turn over to meet him, you looked up at him with your best doe eyes.

"Chase...Can you bring me an ice bag and wet towel?"

"Anything for you, Sleeping Beauty." He tugged a strand behind your ear and stood up to fulfill your request.

When he came back, your back exposed to him as your plump thighs did. He swallowed thickly and kneeled on the bed, he covered the ice bag with the towel and started rub your heating back.

Your sighed in relief made him smile, feather kisses dropped on your back of neck, shoulder and back, he stopped at your waistband.

His fingers trailed the shape of your hips down your cloth mound, you moaned quietly and cringed his pillow tighter.

"Don't worry Aurora. The Wizard is guarding the garden, no one would dare to harm you."

This guy demanded the White queen, and the Caterpillar gave him advices to ease your pain. Mr. Rabbit brought you tea and sweets, Jefferson leaned on the door frame and watched you like a hawk.

“I’m fine, Sonny. Please come here and hug me.”

The mad hatter slowly approached you; his long arms imprisoned you like the golden cage. You snuggled into his chest and drank his comfortable scents eagerly.

He kissed your hair, your face, and your inner wrists.

His pairs of blue eyes, the rubbing belly skill, and the steady heartbeat lured you to sleep.

“When you became better, I’ll host a tea party for you, Alice.”

Period? It means the more fun play to both of you actually.

Being tied up on the bed, the chains kept your legs parted and the end is locked the four corners of the wooden bed.

The rough rope between your legs is stimulating your pussy through your underwear.

When Steve back from work, down the basement and to see you whimpering because the sting yet pleasure torture, you lift your head up and pouting.

"Stevie..." He shake his head and click his tongue.

"I'm helping you forget the pain, sunshine. I'll be back in 10 minutes. Don't cum. "

You dry humping the rope, until it sting your lower lips. But the fire in your body didn't faded, it still there and burning.

Your tears rolled down when Steve back, he changed to the dark blue shorts, the water trailed down his chest and you feel more hot to see him wear the black shirt with button opened

He kneeled down to admire your drenched panties and smirk, picked up a scalpel, he shred your panties into half, with the rope still here, his point finger strokes your pussy.

Your back arched against the sheet and scream silently. Your body miss him, hungry for him all day long.

"Please, Stevie. Please..."

"Ah uh, I taught you how to beg properly, sunshine, last chance."

"Please, please let me cum, my lord..."

Your sobbing and hoarse voice make him sigh in happily. Cut the rope and put two fingers into your hungry pussy, he kiss your earlobe and whisper

"Now, sunshine, CUM."

Compared to Steve, Chris is angel from the heaven. That's not means he won't tease you, he and Steve are friends and colleagues after all.

"Ah...I can't wait to fill you up, what did you say, cupcake? Being fulld of me and babysit the other infants, what a sacred and obscenely picture, don'tyou think?"

Your back against his chest, his hips snapped rhythmically and his cock stroke your folds, you moan and cringed to him.

"I could feel your sweet pussy pulsing against my cock, cupcake. Too bad you're in period so I couldn't feed this unsatisfied mouth. Be patient, baby. It's almost done."

His hand massage your breasts and kissed your shoulder roughly and messily. Your slick and blood all absorbed by tampons.

After your steamy moments, he helped you changed that, his eyes glued to the soaked tampons and licked his lips.

"Oh baby, after your period. I need to taste your pussy."

#1000night masterlist #period drabbles #chase collins x reader #steve kemp x reader #jefferson x reader #chris beck x reader #female reader #1000drabble series

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buckyswifesblog · 1 year

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Masterlist

✍🏼 welcome loves

✍🏼 please don’t translate or used my stories

✍🏼 stories will also be posted in wattpad

wattpad: blcwinter

Characters

Chris Evans

Jake Wyler

Johnny storm

Harvard hottie

Nick Gant

Colin shea

Steve Rogers

Nick Vaughan

Frank Adler

Ari Lavinson

Ransom Drysdale

Lloyd Hansen

Sebastian Stan

Chase Collins

Bucky Barnes

Nick Fowler

Steve Kemp

Max

Jefferson

Tommy Lee

• Having an affair with Andy Barber

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5

summary: Yn is a law student while dating Ransom Drysdale, what will happen when Ransom is being arrested for physically abusing yn plus attempted murder by his grandfather, will yn ever find love ? Will she be afraid of loving again, will yn find love working at a law office Where Andy Barber works at

• Broken heart

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4

summary: Yn and Andy barber were friends since middle school they did everything together until andy ask yn out on a date in high schoolThey both were in love everyone was jealous of their relationship more the popular girls in school but what will happen when yn enter Andy's room to see him and Laurie naked in the bed, years later they both got invited to the reunion where they see each other again, what will happen when Andy try to get back with her, when yn doesn't want anything with him again

the assistant

Happiness

New parents

The other women

The proposal

Buddy

Love in the air

Emotional

Lust on web

Captain

Stalker

hike fun

#chris evans #sebastian stan #jake wyler #johnny storm #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steve kemp #captian america #the winter soldier #frank adler #nick fowler #chris evans x original female character #sebastian stan x reader #chris evans series #sebastian stan series

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l-wandering-etranger · 6 months

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What do you think an interaction between Steve and Hannibal would be like?

#guess who was a year late to watching fresh #i need a fic with both of them in it #idk why #its what the heart desires #hannibal lecter #nbc hannibal #hannibal the series #hannibal the cannibal #steve kemp #fresh 2022 #fresh movie #fresh

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perdidosbucky-yyo · 2 years

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𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘

Chp. 1 Wither and Die

Series Masterlist

Warnings: descriptive drunkeness, blood, one joke about catholicism, gaslighting, descriptive break-up (toxic af).

Wc: 3.6k

a/n: AND IT’S HEEEERE! I finally posted *big fucking sigh*, getting over my writers block for this fic was a real fucking challenge!! I’ve put so much effort into this story so I hope you guys like it.

Beta read by the lovely @darkherolovercroissant but all mistakes are my own.

Likes, comments and reblogs are encouraged <3

The world felt…

Fuzzy

Everything was spinning, your whole body felt ten times heavier than it actually was and yet, all your troubles were long forgotten. The sound of your boyfriend’s voice disappeared into the background and all you could hear was the tiktok song that got stuck in your head since last week, as you mumble it, you couldn’t help but laugh at the sound of your own voice.

With faltering steps and your arm wrapped around his shoulder you tried to walk up the stairs of your building, you looked like a newborn deer. Having had enough and making it easier for the both of you, Nick wraped his arms around your back and legs and easily picked you up, “shouldn’t have let you drink so much” he said with an eye-roll.

Finally surrendering to the softness of your pillows you almost moaned, the blissful feel of fresh sheets made you squirm, only sinking you further down into the depths of your bed.

Nick huffs out in amusement and slaps your bum “try not to vomit in the bed” he whispers as he stands up to leave, disappointment inmediatelly takes your mind, manifesting in a pout “staaaay, please?” you reach out to grab his wrist but the second you do he pulls away.

“I can’t Y/N, got some business in the morning”, like a jab to the heart you try not show just how much it upsets you that he always used to call you Honey –my sweet, sticky, precious Honey- he’d say… thankfully darkness concealed the tears prickling your eyes, you didn’t want him to see how affected you were by him.

“I’ll take you out soon” he said before he closed the door behind him, once again the world spinned and this time you let it knock you out.

“Tell me again why you’re with him?” Wanda asked as she helped you cut flower stems, Elvis in the background, you took out your frustations with each deafening snip. Her question was more upsetting than it should’ve.

-He loves me- snip

-I love him- snip

-This is just a bump in the road… just like before- snip snip

“Boss?” her voice snapped you out of your deafning thoughts, turning to face Wanda, SNIP

“FUCK”, metal puncturing skin makes you hiss, the throbbing pain causes you to drop the red stained clipper on the floor, and a slight breeze makes your raw wound burn. Like a call to them, your fingers fly to your lips, copper overwhealms your taste buds, but it doesn’t bother you.

“Shit, are you ok?”, walking over to you Wanda takes your hand to take a closer look at it, not failing to notice all sorts of scars all the way up to your forearms. Her lingering stare felt like pressure on your chest, “I-I’m fine” you whimper, a knot clinging to your throat, you always cried easily -sensitive little girl- your mother used to say.

Placing your other hand on Wanda’s to reassure her, “it’s just a little cut” you mumbled with a stiffled smile, forcing yourself to hold back tears, you pulled away and picked up the clippers, reasuming your work as if nothing happened, “you know I’m clumsy… I’ll survive” you shrugged, the perfect smile on display, hoping she would leave it alone. With a frown, the redheaded hesitantly continued her work too.

With Wanda gone for lunch and the shop empty, desperately needing a few minutes of unadultered fun, you put on Something by The Beatles and raised the volume of the speakers to the highest possible level (that doesn’t disturb your neighbours of course).

Drums and guitar echoing in the shop, the broom becomes your dancing partner, carelessly twirling around the room you bump into one of the tables, a vase of red roses falling and breaking, you’d usually be upset about it but you didn’t want your groove to be ruined, with a sigh you picked up the flowers and left the mess under the table to clean up later.

Dancing more than sweeping you sang at the top of your lungs, sure, maybe it was careless to act like this in your own business but you just didn’t care right now. The melody vibrated through your body, electrifying joy was all you could feel; yearning to become one with the lyrics, so up in the clouds you missed the door-bell chime as a costumer entered.

The humidity and music engulfed his senses, as well as the sweet-musky smell of a variety of freshly cut flowers, Steve walked in and it’s like his heart stopped, a swirl of emotions he hadn’t felt before rushed through, almost making his brain short circuit… and it wasn’t the beautiful flowers that catched his attention, it was you, blissfully unaware of his presence, radiating love and perfection, -like a tulip- he thought.

Finally being able to breathe, he gulps, what the fuck was happenign to him?, a discreet sheet of sweat appeared on his forehead, suddenly his Corduroy jacket felt like it was smothering him, his jaw cleched so hard his teeth could shatter. About to turn and leave, like a siren, your singing lured him right back in, and as if the stars aligned…

-Something in the way she moves, attracks me like no other lover- It was like George fucking Harrison read his mind

He would never leave you, wouldn’t even know how…

“Wow that broom ’sgot moves” a disembodied voice breaks your dancing haze, broom slipped through your fingers as you jumped scared, embarrasment creeping in as you hurriedly picked up the fallen item and lowered the volume. Clearing your throat you finally met the man’s eyes with a sheepish smile “W-welcome to The Last Bloom- how may I help you?” you squeked as you got behind the counter -just adorable- he mused.

As you grounded yourself back on earth, you allowed yourself to really look at him -holy cow he’s gorgeous!-,from head to toe the man before you was a crime, if looks could kill… from his rock-chiseled jaw and rose petal lips to his perfect fluffly hair and Brunnera-like eyes, which were now meeting yours, looking at you in such a way, they almost shined… it stirred something in you.

As you played with the hem of your red apron, the man grinned, clearly amused by your awkwardness, “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you… nice voice by the way, for a second there I thought Harrison was in the room” he teased with what can only be described as a lady-killer smirk, causing major butterflies in your stomach.

Not being able to hold back a laugh you cover your mouth to hide the crimson in your cheeks, “are you saying I sing like a man?” you feigned offense as a giggle escaped your lips. You could see the cogs in his brain turn, endearing smile faltering as he breathed out a soft laugh, icy eyes never leaving yours.

“You’d think I’d be embarrased but, you know what? I’m gonna keep going and say you have a really good laugh”. At this point you were sure you looked like a tomato, his charm was definetely getting to you.

His aura was addicting, demanding attention, you got caught in every single detail of this man, enjoying every second of his focus on you, the sound of his voice alone making you float, about to comment on his unbelievably beautiful eyes, you stopped yourself, a tiny voice in your head reminding you that you were taken… chastising yourself, you screwed your eyes shut for a moment and sighed “so, what can I get you?”.

Giving him back his credit card you smiled, “are these mums for your Mum?” you laughed, you couldn’t help yourself, you knew your humor wasn’t very appreciated, most people would just give you an awkward smile or roll their eyes, but he genuinely laughed, you bit your lip and muttered an apology. “Nah it’s for a patient of mine, she’s still recovering from surgery but she’s been wanting to go home for a while, begging me… maybe these flowers will cheer her up” he shrugged and you couldn’t help but swoon, “that is so thoughtful of you”, in return he shrugged with a small smile.

This man was making it pretty hard not to like him, “well… if the breathtakingly gorgeous flower-shop owner says it, then it must be true” he winked as he took the flowers from your hands, your fingers only grazing each other for a millisecond, but enough to elicit your stomach to flutter and a burning sensation on your fingers, bringing them to your lips for comfort.

“Lets just hope she doesn’t fall in love with me” he whispered, making the corner of your mouth curve, his eyes never parting from yours. Watching every single movement your body and face made, enchanted by you, Steve couldn’t help but grin, he had you right where he wanted, he’d done this enough times to know, you really like him… and now he could begin the chase.

Nose hovering over the mums, Steve takes in a deep breath, that exquisite fresh-earthy smell ripping a moan out of him, which you hear clearly and almost makes your knees weak. Grin big as ever, his eyes shine, a hint of malice in them… but it doesn’t scare you, maybe you missinterpreted. “These are beautiful ---“ you inmediatelly blurb out your name, grabbing a piece of thread from the counter and playing with it. “Pretty name for a pretty flower… Well Y/N, I know where to buy my flowers from now on”, and with that he walked out, leaving you with your heart on your throat.

The sound of his bashful laugh lingered in your dreams, his steel blue eyes called to you, haunted your days. Those last 65 seconds where you had his undevided attention stirred something deep inside you, you felt more appreciated in that conversation with a perfect stranger than in 3 years with Nick.

Of course you tried to ignore those thoughts, -it’s just an infatuation- you kept telling yourself, for days you reasoned and listed a million reasons why your feelings were ridiculous, -you have a boyfriend that loves you- your mind whispered, but he didn’t help your situation, you hadn’t seen him in weeks and because of his job he couldn’t call or text often… what scared you was the fact that you didn’t care anymore.

And just when you were able to put the nameless beautiful stranger out of your mind, 10 minutes after turning the open sign, he walked in. “Any chance you sell flowers?” he asked with a devilish smirk, trying to look serious. You bit your lip, supressing a laugh pretending to think, eager to play along his game, “well it’s your lucky day handsome” you sang, inmediatelly cursing your brain for being so careless, “I- uh…” a million thoughts plaged your brain, despite the chilly air in the room your skin was on fire. Words losing all meaning, you let out a defeated chuckle, feeling completely embarrassed.

It was clear to Steve that you weren’t used to flirting, but seeing you all flustered made him feel special, he appreciated the effort, -look at you pure as a tulip- he thought. “Bad joke” his voice soothed your nerves, scrunching your nose you waved him off, “why do you need flowers so early?” you couldn’t help but ask, the thought that he might want to surprise his girlfriend with flowers felt surprisingly painful. Grinning at your question he walked closer to the counter “Well you know I’m a doctor, a surgeon to be more specific and I was kind of a jerk to one of the scrub nurses… might need to sweet talk her so she doesn’t spit of my scalpel” he let out an awkward laugh, the wrinkles around his eyes almost making you lose balance.

“You must’ve been a real meatball if you need flowers” you teased in a murmor. Putting on your apron and smoothing out the wrinkles you mindlessly start arranging some of the candles you made to display in an attempt to quiet your mind, but before you knew it Steve was beyond the large glass doors and admiring your greenhouse.

Following him inside, you felt stupid for wanting him to like your flowers. People constantly complimented them and you loved being praised for your hard work; it fueled you, but in your gut you knew… this was different.

In a room full of flowers in their prime, confident in their beauty, his eyes were drawn to your timorous stand; a shiver runs through his spine, hot breath creating a barely noticeable cloud in the cool air, and as a complete opposite the softness in your eyes, reminding him of a surviving bloom in the harsh winter. Every bone in his body was screaming to feel your skin under his fingers, Steve was lost in all that is you.

Your voice breaks him out of the haze, realizing he was staring at you, he feigns bashfulness, he wasn’t ashamed at all. “They’re breath-taking y/n, you’re brilliant” he says with a soft smile, not even sparing a glance to the flowers in question, eyes glued to yours. Relief and butterflies flood you and you can’t help but smile, nodding to him in gratitude you start picking some coral peonies, red columbines and a few other plants to go with the bouquet.

Walking back to your working table you hear him following you behind, “you give her these along with that wicked smile of yours, that should get her to forg-“ stopping in your tracks you turn to him. Maybe it was paranoia or your usual selft-doubt, but you felt a pang in your stomach when you realized “how do you know my name?”. A dreadful silence filled the room, your head spinned out of control but he looked calm, terrifyingly so, then the corner of his mouth turned, his icy eyes pointing at your apron, more specifically, the tag with your name on it.

“right…” you cursed yourself, burning with embarrassment you gave him a tight lipped smile, but he gave no indication of mockery or indignation… he remained his annoyingly charming self, taking a discreet deep breath you continued arranging the flowers.

Since that Monday morning, over the next few weeks, Steve often came by the shop, always with an over the top excuse.

“My aunt adopted a cat, I should get them something right? Big ass bouqet so I don’t look cheap”. -A+ for effort- you thought.

2 days later,“Meemaw got on her knees and begged me to ask you if she really needs a humidifier for her orchids” the goof cried out … “did she really get on her knees?” you asked with a muffled giggle, “I don’t know, she lives in Texas”, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes “but she’s catholic, it’s a given” he smugly shrugged.

Friday night, an hour before closing, he came in with glossy eyes and a runny nose, wearing a grey crewneck wool sweater, demanding your best ever flower arrangement because he swears that Lilies cure colds. You sent him home with the biggest case full of lilies and in the morning he was delivered a tupper full of home-made soup from you.

One morning he came in with coffee and chocolate scones, claiming they were cheap but he couldn’t let a discount like that get away, but they looked freshly baked and in all their buttery glory, flavours exploded in your mouth, your moans even made Steve excuse himself to the bathroom, which you were completely unaware of, too focused in your meal.

And on that very same day, hours later, work kept piling up and like a knight in shining cashmere he came in into the shop again, begging you to let him ease your load working his best smile on you, Wanda had the day off and you gave up on Nick after the 5th missed phone call, so you reluctantly (who are you kidding you gladly did whatever he asked of you) agreed. You’d share stolen glances as he helped you make more like make a mess of wedding center pieces.

By the end of the day your stomach hurt from laughing so much, and as you locked the shop’s door you let out and exhausted sigh “I cant thank you enough Steve”, taking his hand out of his pockets he cleaned some dirt off your cheek with his thumb, treating you with more care and gentleness than anyone has before, almost like you were one of your flowers… and before you could react he leaned in and wrapped you around his arms, preventing you from moving, head nuzzled in your ear, the hug was almost possesive, confined in his strenght, but… stars as your witness, you didn’t want to leave, instead you melted into it.

–Take deep breaths, don’t snap, don’t be a bitch- you repeated to yourself over and over as Nick dragged you out of the restaurant, fume coming out of his ears, too focused on his fury to even notice that you were stumbling on your heels, “Fuckingmanager doesn’t have a map out of his ass” he seethes. Once you’re both in the car and had some time to cool off he turns to you, resting his hand on the headrest, “I’ll take you to your place tonight, I got work”, taking a deep breath, not even surprised at this point you just lay back in your seat and nodd, giving him a practiced smile, “next time I’ll make you dinner” he says as he starts the car.

Headed to a hair appointment, on your way out you see Wanda working on the most gorgeous red tulips you’d ever seen “Holy cow… Wanda, they look beautiful, I taught you well” you tease as you marvel at the flowers, “after 5 years you still look at them as if it were the first time” the redheaded chuckles “oh shush! They’re my favorite” you coo, after a few more moments of doting on every single detail, you give an appreciative pat on the back to your friend “I have no notes” you quip, Wanda playfully frowns, “see you tomorrow!” you sing, and as you walk out you hear her shout “I’ve worked here for 3 years!”.

After dropping your keys on the floor and taking your shoes off you see the exact same vase of red tulips you saw back in the shop this morning, standing in your coffee table, speechless for a moment a grin with a gasp escapes you “Nick!” you glee. Marvelling at them once again you take the note stuck to the vase.

Like these flowers, your beauty is just as pure and enchanting. –yours truly.

Holding the note against your heart you swoon, -who knew Nick could be so smooth- you thought, biting your lip, barely containing your smile you forget every mistreatment, every time you were ignored or unappreciated, all gone and replaced with hope, taking your flowers to your room, you placed them in your night stand to look at every night and morning.

The red tulips meant everything to you, in all the years you’d been together, Nick had never been so considerate, every day you took care of them as if they were your babies, you constantly topped off the vase with cold water, kept them in shade and cool enviroment and even changed the water every day. Arriving home from a long day and after you have dinner with Nick, ready to pass out you almost scream and you see the state of your flowers, fallen and crumpled, it’s bright color drained and turned into brown… whithered and dead, and out of place?

Dead flowers in hand, you walk up to Nick who’s laying down in your couch, with sunken eyes you quietly speak “D-did you move the flowers you gave me Nick?”, head still looking down on his phone he says “You mean the flowers in your night stand? Yeah, I thought they needed sun so I moved them to the window”, rage building in your throat you couldn’t stop yourself from throwing the dead flowers on his lap, “Freshly cut tulips don’t fucking need direct sunlight, you’d know that if you bothered to ask how to take care of them when you bought them” you laugh bitterly, resentmeant creeping up on you.

“Watch it” he warned as his jaw clenched, tossing aside the tulips like it was nothing he stood up “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I didn’t buy shit” he scoffed, and that’s when your stomach dropped, “Y-you… you didn’t get me the tulips” you muttered, eyes locked with his, “No! now can we drop this I got an early morning Honey” he said dismissively.

And that was it, you were done, “Don’t fucking call me that” you sobbed, tears no longer being able to be held back “get out of my house, we’re over”, you stood firm but your lip quivered, Nick’s eyes went from doubtful to panic, walking up to you, you took a step back “y/n what are you talking about? All this for a god damn flower?”, taking a deep breath you shook your head, “No Nick, this is for YEARS of neglect, for years of tolerating belittling, macho and self-absorbed behaviour!”, storming off to the door, you pick up his blue navy jacket from the chair and hold it in the air as you open the door for him, “I’m done”.

With an unreadable face he walks up to you, taking his jacket without taking his eyes off of you, “Don’t kid yourself, You love me, and once you realize it you’ll come crawling back” his face remained the same, he kept studying your face… his words rang in your ears, afraid that he might be rigth, “get out” you whisper without conviction, but he does as you say and as soon as you close the door you gravitate down to the floor, tears running down your face, the silence was unbearable.

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#carrot's harvest #Darkfic #dark fanfiction #Steve Kemp #Steve Kemp x reader #soft!dark! Steve Kemp x reader #Something mini series #Sebastian Stan #Dark AU

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adulting-sucks · 2 years

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Enemy

Chapter 9 of The Neighborhood Series

Summary: A new player hits town, causing destruction along the way. New alliances are formed.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY-DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT; Non-con; death of minor character; murder; PLEASE DO NOT READ IF ANY IF THIS BOTHERS YOU Starts immediately under the cut

AN: Sorry it took a hot minute to get this one done. The block was real.

Fucking little bitch, Freezy thought to himself, dropping his cigarette butt and stamping out, his eyes trained on their house. Fucking Lee and Fucking Bucky. Fucking cunt bitch who turned on him. He knew he shouldn’t have trusted her because you can never trust a walking pussy. The only one of those who was worth anything was dead.

His puppy. Fucking Lee Bodecker.

He pulled out his phone, his mind made up, and fired off a text to the last person he ever thought he would ask for help. This man made Pronge look like a kitten, his resume full of any kill if the price was right, with nothing and no one off limits.

“It’s Pronge,” he spat into the phone when the man answered. “I have a job for you.” This was the last person he ever wanted to work with but he was left with no other options.

He clenched his jaw as he listened to this asshole laugh. This was the abso-fucking-lutely last dick he wanted to deal with, but he’d run out of options. Ghost had fucked him over, Lee was still alive, and his Puppy was sitting in the freezer in his truck because he couldn’t part with her just yet.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it. I have one stipulation: I get to end Lee once you’ve killed everyone else he loves,” Freezy said as he saw the very man he was talking about cross his line of sight. Fucking cocksucker. He didn’t know how it was going to happen, he just knew he was going to make him suffer. It wouldn't be a quick and clean death, like his puppy. No, it would be painful and tortuous; Lee would be begging to die.

Freezy’s attention was brought back to the conversation at hand as the obnoxious voice brought him back into reality. “Yeah, I hear ya. Get your ass out here, we’ll discuss payment and plans. I don’t care, just get here as soon as you’re done.”

He heard that fucking laugh again and lost his temper.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that dumbass name, you cocksucking ass face?” Freezy screamed into the phone, his face and neck red as his blood pressure soared. This was really his last option? This fucking douchebag was his last resort.

Freezy slammed his phone, squeezing so hard he cracked the screen. That little bitch was going to pay. Because of her, he had to call the most sadistic son of a bitch alive.

He reached into his front pocket, grabbed and lit another smoke, and continued staring at the house. He watched the lights go out, one by one, his anger growing. They get to sleep, they get to fuck, they get to live, and his Puppy doesn’t. Fucking pricks were going to get everything they deserved, along with that traiterous cunt who betrayed him.

He finished his smoke, dropping and stamping the butt out, his anger palpable, squeezing the long forgotten phone until he heard it crack. Great. Another fucking thing he would need to take care of.

He turned and started walking towards his home, wondering if this was the right way to head. Ari and Kemp recommended this course of action, the former wanting to get rid of Bucky and Lee for good, the latter just needing some fresh meat.

Hopefully this worked out, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but feel this was the start of the end, for all of them. The neighborhood had been slowly dividing for years; if it was the beginning of the end, the victor had yet to be determined.

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Lloyd laughed as he hung up his phone and returned to his job at hand. Lloyd knew he was a last resort hire, with good reason though. He didn’t spare anyone. If there were any bodies in the area of where his assignment was, he didn’t stop until every last breath had been taken.

He kneeled down, his face inches from the feared mobster king, the same mobster king that spit in face two weeks ago. Lloyd had warned him, but apparently Mr. Mob needed a demonstration.

“See, sunshine, I warned you. This could have all been handled differently, but you had to be an asshole and make fun of my mustache.” Lloyd smiled as he ran the barrel of his gun down the tear stained cheeks of his victim.

“Had you just been polite, we could have handled all of this the easy way, but you chose the hard way.” Lloyd stood up, pausing to zip and button his slacks.

“Your wife didn’t have to suffer, but after the shit you pulled, you needed to be taught a lesson.” He walked over to the bed, running his head down the cheek of the lifeless woman, her eyes already cloudy with death.

“I’ll tell ya, she had a sweet pussy. I could have spent hours fucking her. She enjoyed it, my friend. You heard her cum, crying because she had never had an orgasm that intense before.”

Lloyd walked back over to the king, dropped down and whispered “I guess I don’t know my own strength. But I couldn’t stop strangling her when her cunt was squeezing and milking my cock so tightly.”

Lloyd placed his gun on the man’s forehead, pulled the trigger, dropping two in the man’s brain. He started to wipe the blood of his gun when he heard steps behind him. He turned to see the young daughter standing in front of him, her cream nightie hanging on every curve.

“Come on, Kitten. It’s time to go,’ he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her out. He lit a smoke as the walked to the door, and just as he shut it, he dropped his lighter, igniting the house which was engulfed in flames after just a few minutes.

They got into his car, and headed towards his next job. He was looking forward to this one. Lee and Bucky had been the biggest fun killjoys he had ever met, killing with ethics. It was a juxtaposition, killing invalidated ethics. This was going to be his favorite job to date.

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“Okay, Sunshine, you got me here, what now?” Lloyd asked, lighting a cigarette. Freezy rolled his eyes, regretting his choice instantly. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, his head starting to pound. Lloyd pulled out a stool, taking a seat at the counter, the girl held at his feet.

“I told you not to call me that, you psychotic piece of shit,” Freezy snapped, grabbing the smoke from Lloyd’s hand. Freezy made his way to the fridge and pulled out two beers, opening them and handing one to his guest.

Lloyd snickered, taking a drink of his beer. “Calm down, ice cream man. You got me here, let’s go over the plan. Also, this Kitten down here, I brought her as a present for you.” Lloyd pulled her up by her hair, tears streaming down her cheeks as sobs wracked her body. “She’s prettier than you’re used to, but she’s still a nice and young twenty four year old, tight pussy.”

“I don’t want this fucking bitch, why the fuck didn’t you kill her?” Freezy asked with annoyance, the girl’s crying making him angry. He stalked over to her, grabbing her hair from Lloyd and threw her back against the wall.

“Shut the fuck up, you whiny cunt,” he spat his other hand curling around her neck. There was something about a crying bitch that he absolutely hated, but for some reason, this little bitch made him want to fuck her face.

She spit in his face, her hand slapping him across the cheek. Lloyd let out a howl as Freezy wiped his face, his hand tightening around her throat.

“You stupid, fucking bitch!” he screamed, his hand forcing her back down the wall until she landed on her knees. He undid his belt, dropping his pants around his ankles along with his boxers, his cock hard, the tip red and dripping. “You want to act like a fucking cunt, I’ll show you the only thing you’re good for, you fucking cumdumpster.”

She refused to open her mouth, staring up defiantly at Freezy, anger burning through her features. Freezy slapped her with the tip of rock hard cock, yet she still refused, tightening her lips even more.

“Okay, you want to be a cunt, I’ll treat you like one. I was going to take it a little easy on you; instead I’ll treat you like the whore you are,” Freezy said, squeezing her nose close while holding her mouth closed simultaneously. When she couldn’t take another second, she started to tap on his leg. He released her lips, not even giving her a chance to take a breath before he shoved his cock into her mouth as far as it would go.

“Do you hear this fucking slut choking on my dick?” Freezy asked Lloyd, his hands in her hair as he moved her up and down his cock, slowly sliding down her throat. He looked over at Lloyd who had his pants down, cock in hand, languidly stroking up and down as he watched, gliding over his tip to gather precum.

Freezy glanced down and almost lost all control. Staring up at him, her face was covered in tears and streaks of her makeup, drool falling out of her mouth, her nose pressed to his pubis.

Freezy fisted his hands in her hair, fucking her face with no concern for her, barely giving her time to take a breath before he was pushing his cock down her throat again. He was coming close to his end, her face and Lloyd’s moans turning him on even more. It wasn’t even that he was attracted to Lloyd, it was the fact that his face fucking made another man lose control.

As he felt her jaw tighten, her eyes started to roll into the back of her head, and he couldn’t hold back. His hips started to falter, his fists tightening in her hair, holding her head in place as he emptied his spend down her throat, staying sheathed as he pumped more and more, until she had swallowed every last drop.

He turned his head to see Lloyd cum at that exact same moment, his cum landing on his hand and shirt, his head thrown back as he panted. He glanced over at Freezy as he started to wipe his hand, shooting the other man a wink with a smile.

“Told you she’d be good for something, didn’t I, Sunshine?” he said, his tone condescending. Freezy removed his half hard dick from her mouth, pulled his pants up and tucked himself back in as he rolled his eyes. He needed him, Freezy kept reminding himself.

“Yeah, yeah, what are you going to do with the bitch now?” Freezy asked as he lit a smoke, exhaling directly in Lloyd’s face. The girl refused to look at either of the men, her tears now dry. Lloyd walked over, kneeling to face level, and stared her directly in her eyes.

“I think me and this pretty piece right here, are going to fuck. I am going to fuck her so full of my cum, she’ll be dripping it for days, i’ll feed her the cum right off of the floor. And once her cunt is nice and full, I’ll move to that tight little asshole. I bet no one has ever fucked your sweet, virgin ass, have they, prettty?”

When she refused to acknowledge him, Lloyd grabbed her hair and pulled her up, forcing her to look at him while he was speaking.

“I said, we are going to have some-“ Lloyd started before she spat on his cheek. She raised her arms, clawing his face like a wild animal, refusing to let Lloyd destroy her without a fight.

As the blood dripped down from the numerous scratches, Lloyd smiled, wiping his finger through the wounds.

“Oh, Kitten. You are a spicy one, I’ll give you that.” He pinned her back against the wall, his knee pushed between her legs, forcing them open. His hand climbed higher and higher, his fingers brushing her pussy on the outside of her panties.

“I was going to try and make this fun for you, but now, well now I’m just going to fuck you then kill you,” Lloyd sneered as he ripped her panties off and threw them to the side.

He placed one leg over his arm which was braced on the wall, his other hand lining his dick up before he slid in ruthlessly. He moved his free hand to her neck, squeezing as he fucked her relentlessly, not caring that she wasn’t wet or ready.

He continued fucking her brutally, her pussy tearing and bleeding, his cock large and destructive. He squeezed harder and harder, not realizing that he was strangling her. He came with a yell, and gave one last squeeze, snapping her neck.

Lloyd dropped her body, uncaring of where she fell, wholly satisfied that his dick was covered in her blood. He tucked himself back in and moved over to sit on the couch.

Freezy continued smoking, and took a sip of the whisky he’d poured while Lloyd was otherwise engaged. He picked up his phone, calling Kemp.

“Kemp’s coming over to grab her body, let’s start planning,” Freezy said, draining his tumbler and stamping out his smoke. He moved to his kitchen table where he had maps and schematics set.

“Whatever you need, Sunshine,” Lloyd replied, loving how irritated Freezy got. They were so involved in their planning, they missed Kemp coming over and grabbing the girl.

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Jake Jensen was always prepared, whether for the best or the worst, he always had a plan. Which is why he installed “extra” hidden security when he set up the audio and visual system around the neighborhood.

No one knew about his extra measures, but being CIA, one could say Jake had grown a little paranoid. It was solely for protecting the one he loved, he told himself, especially after the Lee and Pronge debacle.

Jake sat down, a heavy sigh escaping his lips, and pulled up all footage for the last few weeks. He’d been away on a mission and hadn’t been able to check in, so he had a long night of watching ahead of him.

Jake hated leaving his wife for any length of time, but this seemed to be longer than ever before. He didn’t trust anyone to take care of her the way he did, so he locked the house up, advising her not to leave. Not that she ever would. Having gone through being stalked before Jake “saved” her left her somewhat of an agoraphobic.

Jake had been a little more cautious since the girl, the one Ari beat the shit out of, arrived and was taken by Bucky. There was something he couldn’t put his finger on, something not right about the entire situation.

Just as he was getting settled, his doorbell rang, the camera pulling up on one of his screens. Fuck, he thought to himself as he saw who was on his doorstep. Colin Shea. Last thing Jake needed was the cop hanging around.

He locked his computer and headed to the door, plastering a fake smile on his face as he opened his front door. “Hey buddy! Come on in!” Jake stepped to the side to allow Shea entrance, trying as hard as he could to keep the irritation out of his voice.

“Hey, I’m so sorry to come over so late and unannounced,” Shea said as he stepped past Jake. The look of concern on Shea’s face was enough to cause Jake’s irritation right out, only to be replaced by concern.

“Yeah, man, no problem, What’s got you so worried?” Jake asked. He guided Shea to his living room, hoping the doorbell hadn’t woken his wife. He offered the cop a drink, Shea accepting the bottle of beer Jake brought him.

“I don’t know where to start, but something big is going down, and I don’t want to be caught in the middle of it,” Colin said, taking a long pull off the beer in his hand. “I know we aren’t the most law abiding people living here, but after Bucky took that girl in, things have been tense. Ari is more cruel than ever, Ransom following Ari’s lead. You are the only other one here that doesn’t hurt his wife. I’m hoping I can trust you.”

Jake looked at Colin, his eyes roaming the other man’s face as he took a drink from his beer, “What kind of things have you been noticing?” Jake asked, ready to mentally bookmark everything from this conversation so he could compare it to his footage.

Colin hands Jake a disc, stands up, and makes his way towards the door, “This is everything I’ve been able to dig up on who lives here, background checks on all. Do with it what you will, but if you are as disgusted as I am, then we need to find and fix the problem.”

“Yeah, okay, Let’s head to my office and take a look,” Jake said as he stood up, heading down the hall, Colin on his heels. Jake popped in the disc, immediately sickened at what played on the screen. He wanted to stop watching immediately but knew he couldn’t.

“I wasn’t sure who I could trust,” Colin said, turning his head away from the screens. He’d already watched the horrifying images once, he wasn’t sure he could stomach a second time.

Jake removed his glasses, setting them on the desk once the video stopped. He had known there was something going on, but he wasn’t used to this level of violence. He looked at Colin, his resolve forming. He knew what side he was on, and now he knew Colin was too.

“We have to stop this, and we only have one choice on how.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose, the tension moving from his shoulders and neck up to his head. He put his glasses back on, seeing Colin nod his head in agreement.

“Let’s go see them,” Colin said, his voice defeated. He knew he was a massive hypocrite, a cop who turned a blind eye to the happenings in this neighborhood, but he still had a sense of moral obligation for things that just weren’t right.

Colin stood, but Jake had a different plan at the moment. Jake wanted to comb through his extra security footage, just wanting more proof to present, because if they were wrong, the innocents would suffer, not the guilty. He offered to put on a pot of coffee as Colin said he was staying to help. The two men agreed on one thing: they had to protect their wives at any cost.

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“We have to figure out our next step,” Bucky said as he and Lee sat at the kitchen table, blueprints of the neighborhood open before them. “He has to know Ghost betrayed him by now, and if the rumors are true, he’s out for blood.”

“Wait, what rumors?” Lee asked. It had been a little bit since he’d worked a job, not quite ready to leave you just yet. Lee stood up, heading to the fridge, grabbing two beers. He handed one to Bucky, twisting the top off and taking a long pull.

Bucky opened his beer, taking a drink before answering the other man. “Word is he’s brought in the worst of the wor-”

“Tell me he didn’t bring in who I think you’re going to say,” the brothers heard coming from the stairs behind them. They’d been so deep into their conversation, they never heard Ghost come down.

“What are you doing up, little one?” Bucky asked, standing to kiss her, leaving her snuggled in his embrace. She pulled away, looking up at him, worry etched in every feature. “It’s just a rumor, we don’t know anything yet.” Bucky pulled Ghost onto his lap, her body relaxing as she nuzzled into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. “If it is true, we’ll handle it.”

“If it is true, this is my fault,” Ghost replied, hopping off Bucky’s lap, heading to grab a drink. “I should have found a different way in. I knew Freezy was dangerous, but I honestly didn’t think he would go to this extreme.”

An alarm sounded, the security system in the front alerting everyone to the presence of someone on the property. Bucky pulled out his phone to check the screen, handing it to Lee.

“It’s Shea and Jensen,” Bucky said, moving Ghost off his lap as he stood. He and Lee walked towards the front porch, each stopping to grab one of the many guns they had hidden throughout the house.

“What the fuck are they doing here so late?” Lee said, a hard edge creeping into his voice. He clicked off the safety, cocking the gun, dropping one in the chamber. He looked back at Bucky who nodded, confirming he was ready.

Ghost heard you coming down the stairs, the doorbell having woke you. You handed Ghost her gun, your knife in hand and ready. Lee and Bucky were at the door, unaware you were behind them.

Lee opened the door, His gun pointed at Jake’s head while Bucky aimed his gun at Colin. Shea and Jensen had their hands up, making sure to let Lee and Bucky know they were unarmed and not there as a threat.

“What can we do for you two? Bucky said, his eyes never leaving the two. He and Lee stepped aside, allowing the two to enter, guns still trained on both heads, Colin and Jake completely aware that these two would not miss.

“We need to talk,” Jake started, his hand holding a disc. He handed it over to Lee, making sure to move slowly. Lee and Bucky looked at each other, signaling for the two to sit on the couch. Bucky popped the disc into his laptop situated on the coffee table.

Ghost had tried keeping you away knowing Lee and Bucky would not be happy about this, but finally compromised by allowing you to sit on the stairs and listen. You couldn’t see anything on the disc, and for that, Ghost was at least thankful. The audio was going to be hard enough.

“This is pretty gruesome, just to warn you,” Colin said. Jake nodded in agreement, waiting for Lee and Bucky to start the footage. None of the men saw nor heard you two slowly making your way down the stairs.

The men watched the screen, horrified by what was playing. “Where did you get this?” Lee asked, stomach twisted at the scene before him.

“I obtained the footage of Lloyd in the warehouse from the surveillance cameras posted around the building.” Colin said. “We’ve had our eyes on it for a while, tonight just happened to be the night we actually caught something.”

“The other stuff, with Freezy, Lloyd and the girl is from the extra security I had installed in Pronge’s house,” Jake offered next. “I installed the cameras after the incident at the barbeque a few years ago. I didn’t fully trust him.” Jake rubbed his hand on the back of his neck anxiously.

“When, when is this footage from?” Lee asked, his voice low and lethal. He looked at Jake and Colin, his nostrils flaring. “When the fuck did he get here?” Lee looked over at Bucky, the brothers sharing an unspoken conversation.

“Today as far as I can tell,” Shea replied as he lit a smoke, exhaling deeply. “No one else in the department has seen the footage, I managed to grab this before they could. Figured the neighborhood didn’t need the extra attention.”

“No one has access to my footage, so we’re the only ones who know what happened at Pronge’s,” Jake confirmed as he paced nervously around the room. “We came here right after. This isn’t right, what they’re doing isn’t right.”

The men all turned, hearing you and Ghost walk into the room. Bucky moved to Ghost, Lee to you. “What do we do now?” you whispered, clutching Lee tightly as if you’d float away. Ghost looked up at Bucky, then over to Jake and Shea.

“Now, we prepare for a war,” Ghost said. Bucky nodded, dropping a kiss on her head. “Lloyd is the worst of the worst; he’s the one everyone is scared of, and it’s going to take all of us to take him down. We are going to need to start planning immediately. And make no mistake: this is going to be bloody.”

“We can go to my house, I have a private room, no additional security. Grab your weapons, meet over there as soon as you are ready.” Jake said, as he and Colin moved towards the door. The men gave one last nod, and headed out, leaving you all to get prepared.

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#dark bucky barnes #dark story #dark lee bodecker #darker than i intended #bucky and reader #bucky x reader x lee #lee and reader #bucky x reader #chris evans characters #sorry if this sucks #steve kemp #bucky x ghost #dark fic #sebastian stan characters #chris evans #dark lee bodecker x reader x dark bucky barnes #dark Sebastian Stan characters #dark Chris Evans characters #dark series

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blackwood4stucky · 5 months

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in his house beneath the sea, he waits dreaming of you | aspen blackwood

series: bleak are the heavens, darker the gods

lloyd hansen x steve kemp | complete

tags: first meeting

"...this gaze that seemed so pointedly focused on him, was different. It felt heavy as if someone was heaping the world onto his shoulders. It felt constricting, as if someone with unmeasurable strength was compressing his body into a box only to be released to terrorize and raise hell. Turning abruptly to see just who was causing his distress, his jaw fell slightly allowing a small gasp to slip through his lips. There, in the back row, sat a peculiar stranger. Steve met the gaze head on, the owner of it being a man with piercing nordic blue irises, a shock of hair reminiscent of ground cocoa beans, and a frankly terrible piece of facial hair sitting on top of his upper lip."

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read: ao3 and ffn

#musings #fanfic writer #my fic #alternate universe #creative writing #lloyd hansen x steve kemp #fresh x gray man au #caos #fusion au #witch #magic #hansenkemp #treyway #vignette #collecting aus like infinity stones #in his house beneath the sea he waits dreaming of you #fic in progress #series in progress #bleak are the heavens darker the gods

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geminixevans-stan · 2 years

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Sinful Compliments Masterlist

They say compliments to the chef. But this time the compliments are too sinful and come with a cost.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months

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Don't Speak 42

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: Almost lost this chapter bc my computer went nuts.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

You hit delete chat in the conversation settings. You leave it just as blank as before and close out the app. Just like Dr. Kemp said to. He can’t be there right away but he has a better plan. You’re not good at those anyway.

All you have to do now is wait out Andy. He’ll be going to work come morning and you’ll be alone. Then you can take your things, the things that are really yours, and leave. Finally. You realise that’s exactly what you’ve been longing for. A way out.

The hard part is still ahead of you. Freedom is still just out of reach. You have to pretend that everything’s fine but you’re realising, you’ve been doing that for a while.

You shake off your nerves and roll the tears back behind your eyes. You can cry later. Even as your cheeks strain and your nose tingles, you resist. Not yet, not yet.

You finish tidying up the tablet, trying to leave it as you found it. With not much else than your drawings. You close the cover and bring it with you as you turn off the lights and head upstairs. You sop up the mess in the bathroom and leave it dark.

You hesitate to approach the bedroom. You hear Andy’s snores, low and steady. Your skin crawls. You enter and put the tablet on the small side table where you charge it. You hang the damp robe and face the bed.

For the first time in your life, you want to hurt someone. You’re not afraid of being the one hurt. You really want to hit him and kick him and just let out your fury on him. You can’t and you won’t. You’re not who he told you you are. And you’re not strong enough for that. You’re still too small, too weak.

So you near the bed and climb under the covers. You move slowly as you pull the duvet to your chin. He snorts, making you wince, and sidles up behind you as he wraps his arm around you. You go rigid but fight through the ice that threatens to encase you. He can’t know, he can’t know.

“Mmm, where were you?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Had a bath,” you squeak, putting your hand over his. You want to rip him away but instead, you squeeze, holding him tighter. “Sorry.”

“Nmph,” he grumbles and nuzzles your crown, just as quickly drifting back into his rhythmic snores.

You exhale little by little. You close your eyes but just as quickly open again. You know you won’t sleep. You can’t. Not with him as good as on top of you. Not knowing what awaits you in the morning. But mostly, not with that needling guilt in the nape of your neck.

Amber.

You betrayed your own sister. You treated her like a villain. You demonised her. You ostracised her. You left her!

You don’t know if she can ever forgive you. You can’t blame her for that. Worse, you don’t think you’d let her forgive you. You don’t deserve it.

You feel brittle as you bite down on your cheeks. No crying, not yet, you remind yourself. For once, you have to do things right. You have to follow through. It’s up to you now.

🕊️

“I didn’t know you could make crepes,” Andy smiles as he cuts into the roll, compote fruit and syrup oozing out.

You do your best to mirror him, making a show of nibbling away at your own food.

“I found a recipe,” you tap your tablet, not far from you.

“That’s great. You’re… doing better.”

“I’m trying,” you assure him, “I hope it doesn’t make you late for work.”

“Hm? Oh, no, breakfast with you is worth it,” he pops a bit into his mouth and hums. You regret not spitting in it, repulsed by the thought when it came to you, but now, not so much.

He can sit there and lie to you. It makes it easier for you to do the same. He’s been lying this entire time. Making you feel like you’re a problem. A burden. No, you were a thing to be used. To be exploited. He never liked you, the girl he calls dove, he only liked what he could get out of you. And he got off on it.

He took Amber from you. He did that. Yes, you’re stupid for falling for it but he knew what he was doing. He lied to you. And you know exactly how he did it.

He took all that therapy and twisted it around on you. You wonder why he even bothers with Dr. Kemp when he’s not trying to change. More than the narcissist he branded your sister, he’s a psychopath. You found that on the internet too.

Bitter, angry, hateful. You’ve never felt this way before. You’ve never truly loathed anyone. Not even your grandfather. His fists were nothing compared to Andy’s emotional battering.

“Well, don’t let it get too cold. They get gummy,” you force a smile, only fed by the thought of what comes after. Of what you’re going to do when he leaves.

Run.

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When Andy leaves, you’re in the kitchen tidying up. You left all the dishes in a stack to make a convincing show for him. You’ll be busy all day scouring the skillet and the fruit stuck to the inside of the pot, along with your plates and the cutlery. Oh and the mess you made of the counters.

The door closes but you don’t break your charade right away. You give it ten minutes. Fifteen, just to be sure. Then you tiptoe down the hall and look out the window. The tire tracks are already snowed over.

You don’t hesitate. You’ve never been more certain of anything in your life. This is your chance. You spin and race upstairs.

You search the closet and the dresser, everywhere for the bag you brought there. It’s gone. Along with all the clothes from your old life. All that was you. Andy took them along with everything else.

Whatever. You grab a few pieces of the more practical slant; turtlenecks, some leggings, a pair of jeans. Socks and underwear. You work quickly, with intent. Just enough to get out, not a lot. Not too much. As little as you can. You don’t want to keep too much that will remind you of this place.

You rush back downstairs after you change. You grab your tablet and message Dr. Kemp, the chat log still blank. You delete each message once he responds. You can’t be too careful.

‘He’s gone. When can you get here?’

His reply isn’t long; ‘ten minutes, been waiting a block away.’

‘I’ll be outside.’

You close the cover of the tablet and stare at it. You hover it over the countertop but stop yourself. No, you earned this. It’s yours. Andy never did pay you for the painting. Not in full.

You hug the tablet and go to retrieve the bag you found in the front closet. A tote bag with faded floral print. You don’t wonder where it came from. You don’t want to think too hard about him or this place. They’ll soon be long gone.

You pull on your boots and your coat. That’s all he’s left you of your former existence. You don’t suspect you would have them for much longer if you stay. You shudder and grip the fabric handles of the bag.

You open the front door and step out into the drift. The snow floats down in fluffy flakes. As you step off the porch, it collects on your lashes. You make slow progress, lifting your knees high as the unshoveled walk makes each step a task. As you come up to the curb, a distant rumble comes from down the avenue.

You shield your eyes against the steady snowfall and squint. You think it’s Dr. Kemp. You’re not sure. When you saw his car, it was dark and you were more focused on other things.

He rolls down the snow-carpeted road cautiously and pulls in the next driveway before turning around and coming up along the curb. He grins at you through the passenger window and the doors unlock with a loud thunk. You grab the handle and pull.

“Hey, sweetheart, I’m here. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

“Thanks, doctor, I… thank you. I…”

“You sounded scared, how could I say no?”

You nod and look over your shoulder at the house.

“Let me deal with Andy when the time comes,” he insists, “come on, it’s hell out here. Get in.”

You nod and haul your bag onto the floor ahead of you and put the tablet on top. You stop yourself before you release the device. You look at Dr. Kemp. He stares.

“You alright?” He asks.

“I forgot something,” you say as you let go of the tablet. “I’ll be right back.”

“Oh?”

“I’ll be two minutes,” you hold up as many fingers, “promise.”

“I trust you, sweetheart,” he assures with a smile, “I’ll be here.”

You take and breath and close the passenger door gently. You whip around and stumble back up the walk, stepping into the holes you left on your way out. You burst inside, not carrying for the melting snow you leave in your stead or the undone dishes, or anything about this place. There’s only one last thing that needs to be done.

You take the stairs two at a time as you complete your final chore. You barrel back down and don’t bother with a final goodbye as you head back out. For once, you feel accomplished. Like you’ve done something and you don’t give a heck what Andy feels.

You don’t look back, you just keep going. You falter but not from doubt, only the snow. You get back to the car and rip the door open, climbing in with a heave. You fall into the seat as you snap the door shut. You lean your head back and sigh.

“I’m ready to go now,” you say.

“Great,” he shifts into gear, “put your seat belt on, sweetheart, the roads are awful.”

You do as he says as you catch your breath. Your skin is buzzing from more than just the cold. You fold your hands as you try to settle your nerves.

“Good girl,” Dr. Kemp praises, “we’ll be home soon.”

🕊️

It’s real once you walk through the front door. You look around at the home decor and nearly fall apart. The stringent, almost sterile walls of Andy’s house haunt you. It’s only then, with something to compare them to, that you realise how much you dreaded them. How much you despised them.

You look around and take in every inch. The brown leather bench beside the door, a tall coat rack on the other side of the entryway, a mat for your snow laden boots, and a runner rug with the honey coloured curlicues on a deeper shade of brown. There’s a faint smell of cedar in the air.

“Ann made up the guest room for you,” he says, “and the kids are at school so they shouldn’t be a bother.”

You stop short, your hands on the collar of your coat. You look at him, dull with shock. Your cheeks tremble as you gulp.

“Ann… your…”

“My wife, yeah,” he says coolly, “she’s excited to meet you.”

“She is?” You blink, “I uh…” your eyes flit all around, “I’m so sorry, this isn’t–”

“It’s fine,” he intones, “really. She understands how vulnerable some of them a safe space.”

It’s like a slap in the face. You don’t know what you expected or why you expected it. He’s your doctor, you’re his patient, a crazy person. How did you forget that?

You glance down at his hand, his left hand. There’s a gold ring on his finger. It wasn’t there before. Not in your sessions, not at Thanksgiving. Never. Why wasn’t he with his family during the holidays?

“I thought I heard the door,” a woman appears from the other end of the hall, “oh, this must be her.”

You bat your lashes, fighting to hold yourself together. Don’t cry yet.

“Uh, hi,” you squeak as she struts down the hall.

“Hello, hon,” the tall blonde pulls you into a hug as you cower.

“Ann,” Kemp clears his throat.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I forget–” she lets you go, “I didn’t scare you, did I?”

You only shake your head. Your eyes are dry and itchy. You can only look back at her before slowly glancing at Steve. Your cheeks twinge and your lips pinch. He never told you about her. Why would he?

You feel like your chest is empty. There’s an icy whirlwind inside of you, flowing through you, sending a shiver up your spine. This is the worst thing you've ever felt. What is it?

“Ann,” Kemp says, “she's had a long night.”

“Oh, of course, you take her up to the guest room,” she backs off, “you take your time, hon, do whatever you need to do.”

You nod and mouth a thank you, unable to get any noise out. She goes back the way she came and you turn, focusing on undoing your coat. What have you done?

“I guess I should've warned you, huh? What with your… issues,” he rubs the back of his neck. “Just let me know if it gets too crowded around here.”

“Okay,” you croak.

You bend to wiggle free of your boots. You don't know what to do. You just want to be alone.

He leads you through the house. Into a cozy front room and to a staircase curled up to the second floor. You follow behind him, the tote bag dangling from your grasp.

He opens a door as he faces you. You try to hide your emotions but you can barely keep from frowning. He rests his hand on the door frame.

“This is you. I'm down at the very end,” he points over his shoulder, “if you need anything…”

“I'm sorry.”

“Sorry? For…”

“Coming here.”

“Sweetheart, I wouldn't say yes if it was a problem,” he coos as he reaches to caress your shoulder, “I wouldn't be a very good doctor if I don't make sure my patients are safe, huh?”

“I guess not,” you murmur.

“Look, you just get yourself situated. Try to relax. I know a lot's happened but you're strong. You can do this,” he leans in, “I believe in you.”

He kisses your forehead and you wince. His hand goes to your chin as he pulls away. You stare up at him.

“I meant it when I said you're special,” he hums.

“I…” you turn your head away from him, slipping free, “I need to lay down.”

“Sure,” he smirks and drops his hand, “I'll check in when I can.”

You turn into the bedroom, slouching through as you sense him behind you. You feel him watching, as if waiting for something. You refuse to look back.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” he purrs, “you're exactly where you need to be.”

The door shuts and you gasp as the bag falls from your hand. What does he mean?

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𝒊𝒊. 𝑰 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑩𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — fem!reader × incubus!andy barber/bucky barnes/steve kemp/steve rogers/nick fowler/ari levinson/ransom drysdale/lloyd hansen

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — all you wanted was to go on vacation but your car didn't have the same idea. Almost breaking down in the middle of nowhere you luckily made it to a house with lights. A handsome stranger and his friends offer to help you. They're devilishly handsome…or almost demon like? Something about them entrances you.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — there is no violence but reader is scared shitless, trigger warning

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — I hope this is not too fast, the next chapter will be complete filth so he prepared and it might take longer as it will be longer — the following smut chapter will only include the name of the character in the tags!!

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑺 𝑫𝑬𝑵

You found yourself in a neat bedroom, it had an included bathroom, a King-sized bed, a dark wooden desk and one big closet next to a drawer.

The room was simple yet beautiful, the walls painted in a cool white, the furniture was in the same dark wood which paired perfectly with the velvet red bedsheets and pillows of the bed. It gave the room a rich atmosphere.

As your gaze drifted to the closet you remembered your clothes that were still in your car. You weren’t sure if Bucky and Ari could get your car to the mansion or helped you get your clothes.

You walked back down to the kitchen in search for one of the two men, but there was only Lloyd getting a beer from the fridge. He looked intimidating and had to build up all your confidence to speak to him.

Lloyd had notice you standing behind him, how could he not your scent was too strong.

“Uhm, uh Lloyd?” you asked carefully stepping towards him. Said man turned around with a smirk, “what can I do for you, trésor?” he asked putting the beer on the counter next to him.

“I have no clothes, they’re still in my car…,” you tod him fumbling with your fingers. Lloyd gave a sigh and he started to think, he wouldn’t let you go out that was for sure. It was too late and the journey too long for his liking.

“Mhm, I could give you a shirt of mine and some shorts until tomorrow. Then we can get everything,” he proposed, and you nodded along, the idea wasn’t bad, so you accepted.

“Then come on,” he said waving his hand telling you to follow him. Lloyd left the beer in the kitchen and led you through the foyer to the steps. “Tomorrow Bucky can give you a complete tour of all the rooms, all the bedrooms are on the second floor which means we will be just a few feet away,” Lloyd reassured you.

It did make you feel better as you didn’t have to worry about finding no one in the big house at night – or any daytime for that matter.

After you had climbed the stairs, Lloyd walked in into the direction of your room but two door prior he opened mahogany door. He stepped to the side letting you enter his quarters, your mouth dropping as you took in the breath-taking room.

The bedroom was spacious, there was a little hallway before you were able to see the whole room. Right next to it was a nightstand and a king-sized bed with black sheets, red pillows, and a red duvet. The headboard had a rounded triangle top and pillars on each side. Opposite from the bed where tall windows which overlooked the forest and a few mountains.

Lloyd turned on the light causing your eyes to snap up to the chandelier, it was made out of the same mahogany wood as the rest of the room.

He took your hand guided you to sit on his bed, “relax trésor,” he said before walking to his closet that was on the left of the windows. Opening the immense doors he revealed a row of black suits, dress shirts, polo shirts and expensive looking jackets.

“What does that mean?” you couldn’t help but ask as he again used the nickname for you. Lloyd turned around, “it means ‘treasure’ in French,” he smirked a little. Your cheeks heat up at the reveal of the meaning.

The man pulled out a white dress shirt, then he opened a drawer from beneath and took out a short sweatpants.

You watched him closely as he walked around the room, you still couldn’t believe how you ended up in a house with eight gorgeous man.

The moon was shining through the tanned windows, the light glazing onto Lloyd’s skin. At second glance his skin looked dark red, but that was probably just because his room was coloured in the dark red.

“Here you go,” he snapped you out as he laid the clothes on your lap. The light of the moon was now on his back, you couldn’t see that it turned his skin red once again, that it looked like his upper body was completely bare.

Your fingers touched the soft fabric, gently stroking it, “thank you Lloyd,” you mumbled absently as your mind was focused on the smooth fabric.

The bed dipped next to you, “everything okay?” Lloyd pulled you from your thoughts again. You turned your head towards him, and a frightened scream left your lips. His face was now fully exposed to the moonlight, his skin dark red, eyes pitch black, on his head allusions to two horns and behind him unfolded dragon like wings that were only a few shades darker than his skin.

Scrambling off the bed you took a run towards the door, Lloyd looked confused but as his eyes glazed over his hand, he realized what had happened, “shit, fucking shit,” he cursed.

As you opened the door you ran right into Bucky, he caught you in his arms, “hey, hey, hey what’s wrong?” he asked while his eyes scanned over your features. You looked up at him just as the moonlight was lightening his face, Bucky looked just like Lloyd.

Instead of screaming you wriggled yourself out of his arms and ran down the hallway to the stairs, fear written all over your face.

You knew this was a bad idea to even step into this house, you should have realized it when you noticed that all of them were hot as fuck - hot as hell more like.

Back in Lloyd’s room Bucky finally noticed why you ran, his eyes scanned his friend's features before he looked at his own hands. “Why didn’t you close the curtains?!” the brunette scolded Lloyd who glared at him, “because I wanted her to leave. Obviously, I wasn’t aware that today was a fucking full moon!”

“Oh, now stop acting like you’re a werewolf, we can decide when we change appearance,” Bucky turned around walking out of Lloyd’s room with him following close behind. “Yeah, but when the full moon shines on our skin you fucking see it,” he kept arguing with Bucky.

“Stop trying to find excuses, she’s gone now and we gotta find her,” Bucky got louder as walked along the hallway.

The others came from their rooms as they heard the loud noises, Steve Rogers was the first to speak up, “Buck what’s going on?”

Bucky huffed an annoyed laugh, “Hansen over here couldn’t hide his true form in front of our little guest who now has run off,” he explained, receiving rows of groans. “Hey! None of you were against the idea of telling her anyway,” Lloyd began defending himself.

“Let’s just find her and you stay away from her until she decides it’s okay,” Ari ordered, pointing his finger at Lloyd at the end of the sentence.

The men parted ways in search of you.

You run, your brain tells you to run faster and faster. Tree after tree passed your sight until you couldn’t run anymore, you were out of breath. You didn’t want to stop, but your waist hurt, and your feet screamed at you to stop.

Looking around you saw a few trees further away from the road, a good hiding spot. You let yourself fall against the tree slowly drifting down with heavy breaths. This wasn’t real, this isn’t real, you’re dreaming. You told yourself over and over again, demons were not real.

Suddenly all air was knocked from your lungs as you heard Ari call your name, was he like them? Of course, he was! Why else would he live with them?

“Please, we won’t hurt you! Can we at least talk? Just listen to us and then when you don’t want to stay Rogers, Bucky and I will fix your car instantly, please,” his tone sounded sad and you could almost think he was begging, almost. You didn’t believe him one bit, you tried slowing down your breathing in hopes he wouldn’t hear you.

Ari’s enhanced hearing picked up on your breathing and carefully walked into the direction of the trees. He had no intentions of hurting you - neither did one of the men. All of them were aware that they had to tell you in some way and as soon as possible, but this was certainly not how they wanted you to find out.

You heard leaves rustle around you and closed your eyes in fear. A quiet whimper left your lips, never in your life before had you been so scared.

“Please, I promise you that we will not hurt you and for what it’s worth I’m not allowed to break promises,” Ari continued talking, his voice coming closer and closer to you. There was not a bone in your body that believed him.

Ari carefully rounded the trees and came face to face with you, his sudden appearance caused you to scream loudly and hit the back of your head against the tree. The piercing pain made a few tears roll down your cheeks.

“No, oh, cherry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he instantly started talking. You realized that all of the different nicknames annoyed you, couldn’t they settle for one?

“Go away, please I don’t want to die,” you cried, choking on your own saliva. Ari looked horrified, he didn’t want you to think they were going to kill you.

He slowly walked towards you while you tried to squeeze yourself inside the tree which did not work.

“I promise you, we will not hurt you. We just want to be friends, get to know you, help you. Let me look at your head or better Brandon, he’s a doctor,” the demon tried again. Your eyes hardened, why wouldn’t he just go away? You realized that he wouldn’t leave you alone so it was either sit here and he might force you or act confident, threaten him and then run as soon as you can.

“Fine, but if you dare to do anything but the promise you made, then I will cut off your dick,” you threatened him and pushed yourself up with the help of the tree. A piercing pain runs through your body making you whimper.

“Cher-,” “Don’t touch me. Stop with the nickname.”

You walked by him and into the direction of the house with him trailing behind you. Ari had called the others to tell them he found you and you were on the way.

Back at the house Ari told you to go into the living room where the other men - demons already sat. All of them looked like kicked puppies. You sat down in an armchair opposite from the demons.

“Why are you all so silent? You want to explain? Then explain,” you didn’t know where the boots of confidence were coming from, but you loved it. “Could Steve look at your head while we explain?” Ari asked and you rolled your eyes, “if he must.”

Lloyd and Nick had a shit eating grin on their faces. It was clearly visible how much they enjoyed your mannerism at the moment. Steve Kemp got up to get the first aid kit, Rogers and Ransom sat there not knowing what to do and Bucky desperately wanted to apologize.

“We’re sorry, we wanted to tell you! But not just yet because we were scared how you would react, we don’t want to hurt you. Actually, we really want to spend time with you, doll,” Bucky immediately began and the nickname was making your blood boil again.

“Okay let’s pause for a second, either find one nickname or none,” you interrupted him. The men looked at each other, all of them thinking they understood each other.

“Trésor,” “cherry,” “darling,” “bunny,” “kitten,” “doll,” “sweetheart,” “princess,” they said unison, and quickly realized their mistake. You groaned and clutched your hand against your head, if you were really going to stay you would make them have a therapy session together once a day.

“We will come back to that later, what are you?” you changed the subject back right as Steve moved your head to inspect it for any major injuries. “You seem good, but if you decide to stay here the night, we gotta keep an eye on you to make sure you don’t have a concussion,” the brunette explained, you nodded in response - you wondered if Steve was even a real doctor.

“Well, uh, we’re incubus…,” your eyes instantly widened in shock at Ransom's words. You weren’t all in the topic about incubus and succubus, but you knew they were sex demons.

“You, all of you are sex demons?” you asked slowly, still not believing what was happening, “I’m dreaming, I must be dreaming….”

“No, you’re not, please believe us. We would never harm you and-,” “even if we were to harm you, first we would fuck you,” all eyes went from Andy to Ransom.

Your jaw dropped at his words, your thoughts were all over the place, your head hurt and all you wanted to do was sleep. A part of you wanted to give and just be with them, their aura was alluring, it might have been the reason why you wanted to stay with them.

However, you also asked yourself if their explanation was of any use on how your judgment about them would change.

“Ignore Ransom. We will answer all of your questions,” Bucky continued and stood up from his seat to walk over to you. He got on one knee in front of you, “can you forgive us? I will do everything you want,” he looked at you with big puppy eyes and you wanted to slap yourself for thinking how cute he looked.

You also wanted to slap yourself for what you were about to say, “I will forgive you…not now, but at one point,” if all of them were going to be like Bucky and had the need to worship the ground to walked on then you could get used to this.

“Thank you, thank you doll-,” Buck closed his hand around yours kissing the back of your hand. “Nickname…,” you reminded him gently which caused his face to fall.

“Then give us one, tell us what you want us to call you,” Nick interjected and it got you thinking.

What would be a fitting nickname for you? It needed to be something cute for sure and it should be fit for you. You mentally went through every nickname you could think of, but nothing seemed to fit.

The room was silent for five until the moonlight shined though the curtains again to reveal Andy’s dark red skin. When he noticed he instantly moved to the side, it was then you realised you were the complete opposite of them.

“Angel, call me angel,” you announced to them.

You could see that the incubus likes the name, the demons and their little angel. It was really fitting.

"Now I really need a shower," you stated as you stood up. Your legs were still a little wobbly which caused you to almost fall if Bucky hadn't catched you, "careful angel," he whispered, making goosebumps dance on your skin.

"I can do the rest alone thank you," you waved him off. It wasn't like you didn't enjoy it, but you were tired and wanted to snuggle up in a big pile of blankets after taking a gracious shower and sitting in front of the blow dryer for at least thirty minutes.

"Do you remember where the bathroom is?" he asked with a cocked eye brow and you nodded your head. You bid everyone good night, hoping for this day to come to an end.

As you reached the top of the stairs, a big question mark formed above your head…where was the bathroom again. You could swear only seconds ago you knew. First however you went to your room to get the needed supplies.

With a toothbrush, towel, razor, Lloyd’s clothes and shampoo in hand you went on the search for the bathroom. To your surprise you quickly found one.

It was a big bathroom with a toilet, shower, mirror with sink and a few cabinets. The bathroom looked expensive and high quality – which it probably was – thanks to the black tiles against the wall and on the floor.

From above white light shined on you which came from a niche between the ceiling and the tiles. The shower however had no glass which confused you. Shrugging it off you placed your toothbrush, towel, razor and shampoo along with Lloyd's clothes on the sink.

You then turned on the blow dryer before doing the same with the water, luckily for you the blow dryer was far away enough to stay dry. The water came like rain falling from the sky from the shower head or more like a rectangle. Removing your clothes you folded them to put them next to the other stuff.

As you stepped into the shower a relief washed over you, all the bad thoughts, the fear, everything washed off.

At the loud noise from the blow dryer, the sound of the water running and you soft humming as you shampooed your hair you did not hear anyone enter.

Bucky got curious as he heard the water running from his bathroom. It was the only bathroom – besides the guest bathroom – accessible from the outside. As he stepped inside he could already smell your faint arousal and your sweet perfume.

Suddenly as he saw you it hit him, he was standing there with a naked upper body and you were completely naked in his shower.

"Angel?" He asked slowly, Bucky didn't want to frighten you. You opened your eyes and saw him, the demon with a naked chest that was sculptured like a good.

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